Colin Johnson - The panty lovers

It a doorway!

He never would have noticed it but for the fact that the last person through had thoughtlessly left the door open a crack. It swung back noiselessly on well-oiled ball-bearings and Doctor Larkin stepped into the secret dark room. Thanks to his trained scientific mind, it took him only a few seconds to realize that the "windows" which seemed to be looking out of the concealed compartment was actually the backsides of see-through mirrors. The perfect vantage point from which to observe what was going on. He quietly closed the door behind him and peered into the living room.

"Down farther," cried Birindelli hoarsely. "Kiss her cunt! Come on, pull her panties and get your tongue in there!"

The scene was bizarre, resembling something out of an oriental sex-film and the atmosphere in the room was now heavy with the intermingling odors of sweat and sensuality. By this time, all five participants in this strange depraved rite were almost naked and the three men were visibly aroused. What had started as a not-so-innocent joke had degenerated steadily with Pauling and Birindelli inciting the two completely dominated young models into acts of greater and greater sexual depravity.

These thoroughly-corrupted men had not been satisfied to see Jenifer and Ann exchange a few girlish kisses on the lips and had ordered Jenifer, the more aggressive woman, to attack her friend's voluptuously supple breasts. The young blonde model still clad only in her lacy black panties, had been too much in the habit of obedience to defy them. Ann had permitted her breasts to be licked and nibbled, groaning lasciviously as she felt her nipples begin to betray her by swelling stiffly into rock-like hardness, standing up rigidly on the tops of her gently heaving breasts.

But now Birindelli wanted even more. He was insisting on the ultimate degradation for the two women. For a long moment, both he and Jenifer stared at each other across Ann's tortured half-hysterical body and a brutal contest of wills took place.

"I said to kiss her cant!" he repeated harshly.

"Kiss it yourself," the girl shot back at him. "I'm no lesbian and you know it!"

"When I offered you this job, you told me you'd do anything for the salary I'm paying you," Birindelli reminded her cruelly. "Now start earning it!"

Jenifer stared at him an instant longer and then gave in, knowing perfectly well that Birindelli was too hard a man to be trifled with. He was quite capable of firing her on the spot for refusing, just as he routinely fired people for being two minutes late for appointments. He and the others knew very well that she and Ann were not lesbians and in fact, this was the whole point. They wanted to humiliate two normal women by making them act like lesbians, and it looked as though they were going to get away with it.

As far as Ann Larkin was concerned, she was beyond caring. The steady diet of whiskey had once again done its work and she was lying happily on the softly undulating water-mattress more or less unconcerned about who kissed her and where just so long as someone kissed her somewhere. A gentle sexual softness had began to infuse her whole body when Jenifer's wetly licking tongue had played sensuously across her nakedly exposed breasts, licking her tiny sensitive nipples until they were stiff and hard. Nor had she objected particularly when Jenifer's mouth moved tantalizingly down over her flat smooth stomach and she had obligingly lifted her hips to allow her girlfriend to slide the skimpy mini-dress out from under her roundly quivering buttocks.

Knowing that the Wonder-Wear executives would only be able to stand this erotic spectacle another few minutes before they all jumped into the scene themselves and took over, Jenifer decided to follow their depraved immoral instructions and get it over with. Deliberately, she slipped her fingers under the tight elastic waistband of her friend's shamelessly red silken panties and rolled them gently down over her long smooth legs, exposing the soft hair-covered mound of her pussy to the lustful gaze of the waterbed, moaning softly and writhing gently and waiting for the next hot electric touch that would build her passion to fever pitch.

"Ooooooooehh!" came a faintly submissive sigh from Ann's parted lips as Jenifer's gentle fingers found their way into the moist dark curls which covered the ripe open lips of her cunt. Birindelli and Rossi had both forgotten Pauling's injunction to remain at the edges of the bed and were hanging hungrily over Ann's pinkly exposed pussy lips. Finding that he could not see well enough from his perch on the chair, the graphics director gave up announcing the various phases of Doctor Pauling's Sexual Responsiveness Test and hurried into the center of the bed himself, shedding his pants as he went.

Ann's supple young body jerked convulsively with an involuntary shiver as the tips of her friend's fingers brushed across the tiny sensation-filled bud of her clitoris, stimulating the tender organ into a miniature erection. Then, with a humiliated, tormented groan, Jenifer dropped her blonde head between her girlfriend's widely-parted legs, and began licking the entire exposed area of Ann's nakedly pulsating pussy. She ran her moist red lips and tongue all through the open crevice from the lust-inflated clitoris across the moist pink lips of her eagerly dilating vagina and then down to her tiny puckered anus.

A tortured moan broke forth from all the men in the room.

"I can't take it anymore!" cried Pauling in a genuine agony of overwhelming physical desire, diving madly on top of Jenifer.

"Neither can I!" affirmed the president of Wonder-Wear, rapidly ripping the remaining clothing from his lust-ridden body and surging toward the two women.

Doctor Frank Larkin closed his eyes, ready to faint, and fished inside his doctor's bag for the bottle of strong medicinal brandy which he always carried for emergencies. Never had he thought he would need to use it on himself, but his head was swimming and his knees were going weak and he knew that in another minute he would give himself away by passing out completely.

Badly shaken, he located a chair in the darkened room and sat down heavily, taking a deep swig of the bitter medicinal liquor to clear his head.

It was far worse than he had ever imagined! Larkin had been prepared to find that Ann was having an affair with one of the men in her office, perhaps even Birindelli himself, but it had never occurred to him in his wildest dreams that she had become a full-fledged sex slave, a willingly compliant object happy and ready to be manipulated by these coarse ruthless men with their strange warped tastes.

Holding his head in his hands, he desperately tried to get his wits together to decide what to do. Obviously, there was no longer any hope for Ann. He could try some stupid fool-hardy gesture such as dashing into the room and dragging his wife away from her tormentors, but he knew in advance that the effort would be useless. There were three strong, fully-aroused men in the room, any one of whom alone was more than a match for him in a physical struggle. On top of that, there was absolutely no guarantee that Ann would consent to go away with him. After all, she must have done this kind of thing before and probably enjoyed it.

No, she was clearly beyond saving. She had fallen too far and there was nothing to do now but go away quietly and leave her to her sin and depravity.

But somehow, he could not bear to drag himself away from his vantage point behind the one-way mirror. The moment his head stopped spinning, he pressed his nose once again to the glass, his eyes fixed on the lasciviously unnatural copulation taking place only a few feet away from him.

"Spread your thighs apart," Birindelli was commanding, his big black-haired head hanging impatiently over Ann's slightly-parted legs. Jenifer was grappling with the over-excited Pauling, one hand on his bulging penis as the two of them rolled over and over on the edge of the mattress. Rossi was slavering wildly over the excitedly heaving mounds of Ann's more than ample breasts, whipping his saliva-drenched mouth from one tensed nipple to the other.