Colin Johnson - The panty lovers

It was risky, but the corporation executive was fond of taking risks. Moving with cat-like grace and silence, he slipped out of the concealed room into the corridor and through Ann's bedroom to the living room door. From this position, he could see Ann, but LaFarge could not see him.

Ann caught the movement out of the corner of her eye, but immediately understood Birindelli's gestured message not to give him away.

"Uh… be back in a minute, folks," she murmured, but LaFarge was too involved with Jenifer to pay much attention. The blonde model, helplessly trapped on the floor, shot a long worried look at her departing friend and then winked covertly to indicate that everything was going to be all right.

As Ann stepped out of the living room, Birindelli seized her arm impatiently and practically dragged her into the hidden room.

Oh, God! she thought as the door closed behind her. What now?

"You were fantastic," Birindelli praised her enthusiastically as soon as the door shut behind them and they were enclosed in the concealed spy-room. "I can't wait to see what those pictures look like."

Over his shoulder Ann could see clearly into the living room where Jacques LaFarge was hovering over his captive woman running his long delicate fingers down beneath the silken panties and over the smooth twin moons of the young blonde model's buttocks.

"Be careful or they'll hear us," she warned, placing a finger to her lips to remind him, but Birindelli merely laughed, his eyes roaming lecherously over her nakedly tempting body.

"The room's sound-proof," he explained. "It spooks you at first because you can hear everything that's said out there through the microphone system, but they can't hear you. The guy who built this place liked his comfort." And he pulled her brusquely into his arms and began kissing her neck, pressing his body hard against her soft yielding flesh. Ann could feel through his pants that her boss was highly aroused, but she was a little confused and the liquor was still affecting her judgment. Half of her wanted to give in to him right on the spot and the other half was worrying about the job she was supposed to be doing.

"Shouldn't I go back to the living room?" she asked him, pushing his head away for a moment. "I mean, suppose LaFarge wonders where I am."

"You can tell him you were in the john brushing the cum out of your sweet little mouth," Birindelli laughed obscenely. "Besides, he's too busy with Jenifer right now to think about anything else. And, also, your old boss needs a little affection too once in awhile. I almost came in my pants watching you blow him. Come on, let's see how they're doing."

They both turned to look out through the one-way mirror, watching as the lewd scene unfolded before them. Birindelli held Ann in front of him, his busy hands roaming over the surface of her body and exciting her almost beyond endurance, the hardness beneath his pants pressing into the soft flesh of her buttocks, a constant reminder of his desire.

On the other side of the mirror, LaFarge was working himself into a frenzy of sensual delight, poking and prodding Jenifer's helplessly exposed bottom. The blonde girl was still kneeling in the same humiliating position, her panties pulled down to her thighs now, with her asscheeks stuck high up in the air and her full swaying breasts almost touching the soft rug as she balanced herself on her hands and elbows.

The wiry Frenchman was kneeling behind the young blonde model, lewdly sniffing the dark moist crevice between her buttocks like a male dog meeting a bitch in heat for the first time in his life.

From their concealed hiding place, Birindelli and Ann could see the tiny pink circle of Jenifer's nakedly exposed rectum, vulnerable and defenseless, as the fashion designer's mouth passed lewdly over it. The tall slender model jerked spasmodically forward every time his wet snake-like tongue seared over the sensitive spot.

"Looks lice a real tight little ass-hole," they heard LaFarge comment to Jenifer. "Ever had any of this rear-end stuff before?"

"No, Jacques, and I'm afraid," Jenifer pleaded piteously, terror in her voice. "Please, I don't want to do it! You're too big! You'll rip me in two!"

LaFarge's only answer was a peal of cruel, wicked laughter and Ann felt her flesh crawl despite the fact that Birindelli's hands were still exploring her body in great detail.

"I'm afraid he's going to hurt her," she told her boss urgently. "This has gone too far. You've got to stop him! He'll kill her with that big thing!"

Birindelli merely chuckled, fondly massaging Ann's excitedly turgid nipples.

"You are either the most innocent dumb broad I have ever seen, or the best actress," he marveled. "And I'm never really sure whether you know what's going on or not. He isn't going to hurt her and she isn't really afraid. But she's got to make him think that she's scared out of her mind or he won't enjoy himself. He's a sadist! Haven't you got that into you little head yet? And Jenifer knows exactly what she's doing. Use you eyes! She's playing him like a Steinway piano! If she were really frightened, she'd kick him in his hairy French balls and walk out of there. You're the only one who takes these things seriously. It's a big game, just like the game I'm going to play with you right now!"

But neither of them could keep their eyes off the dramatically obscene performance being staged in the next room by Jacques LaFarge, and the excitement began to grow again in Ann's stomach as she watched Jenifer's fair, vulnerable body about to be hideously abused by this monstrous Frenchman.

"Never did care much myself for the rear-end stuff," Birindelli commented philosophically as he unbuckled his pants. "But it's interesting as hell to watch somebody else do it. Maybe I'll take up voyeurism as a hobby in my old age when I can't get a hard-on anymore. God, Jenifer looks sexy with her panties pulled down around her thighs like that! Let's pull yours down, too."

Ann's hand fell on a full glass of whiskey and she raised it to her lips, deciding that she could now stand to be just a little drunker, given the likelihood that the evening was going to be one prolonged orgy. She heard her boss' pants fall to the floor with a clink of keys and change, and he pressed her close to him, back to front, massaging and cupping her tender breasts, then moving his hands in a sweeping circular motion over her hard, brown nipples, sending tiny electric sparks up and down her spine.

Ann felt her boss' fingers slip under the tight elastic waistband of her panties and she made no move to protest as Birindelli quickly rolled them down over her full round hips, forcibly pulling them from where the thin silky material was soaked to her passion-drenched pussy hair, and leaving them draped halfway down Ann's thighs. Instinctively, she backed up against him, lewdly rotating her panty-covered buttocks into his now-naked loins and gasping with surprise as she felt the size of his massively erected penis. She had seen it once before of course, that day when she had watched through the keyhole as Jenifer had so lewdly sucked him off, but now, for some reason, it seemed much, much bigger.

"Oh, my God," she cried, reaching behind her with one hand to touch his fully extended organ. "You make that guy out there look like a midget!"

Birindelli chuckled with satisfaction at this compliment, and pushed her panty-hobbled body forward over the table in front of the one-way mirror. In this position, the executive had full access to her vulnerably upthrust cunt and the two of them could still keep an eye on Jenifer and LaFarge in the adjoining room.

Ann felt as though she were going to lose her mind as Birindelli's hands continued to roam tormentingly over her softly quivering body. The muscles in her naked belly were reacting involuntarily as her boss' hugely throbbing cock probed searchingly up between her legs looking for the moist and ready slit of her vagina, thus far still unused despite all that had happened in the course of the evening.