Colin Johnson: The panty lovers

"That's right, baby," Birindelli was saying. "Take it out."

"Oh, it's so big!" she heard her girl friend squeal in an excited voice.

What on earth could they be talking about. Was the vice president giving her some kind of present?

"Ummmmmh!" It was Jenifer's voice again, half-way between a groan and a sigh. Ann was going out of her mind with curiosity and it occurred to her that if she could find out ahead of time what Birindelli's business was, she might be able to prepare herself in some way.

It was a terrible thing to spy on people when they were conducting business negotiations, but the temptation was too strong. She dropped to her knees and put her eye to the key hole.

And a moment later, when her eye had focused on the scene before her, she sincerely wished that she had minded her own business.

The Pink Cloud bra-and-panty combination was lying forgotten on the chair and Jenifer was once again stark naked, just as she had been a few minutes before while they were shooting the advertisement. A pillow had been thrown on the floor and Jenifer was kneeling on it in slave-like submission at Birindelli's feet. The big executive was still fully dressed except for his pants which were open at the fly.

Ann's eyes widened with shock and surprise as she saw exactly what Jenifer was doing. The tall sophisticated blonde had Birindelli's thick fat cock in her delicate hands and she was stroking it vigorously, gently pulling the thick pliable foreskin back and forth over the massive red blood-filled tip of the man's penis. Jutting out strongly from the tufts of dark black pubic hair in his loins, Birindelli's enormous fleshy cock extended a good eight inches from his flat muscular stomach, dangling lewdly only a short distance from Jenifer's parted red lips.

Instinctively, Ann's hand shot to her own mouth to keep her involuntary gasp of stunned surprise from escaping her lips. The couple was only a foot or two away from the door and Ann realized that if she uttered a sound, they would surely hear her.

All the moral training she had ever received told her to quietly put her clothes on and run away. She need never come back to Wonder-Wear again and she could simply tell her husband that she had been fired. No decent woman would work among people who did what Jenifer and Birindelli were about to do.

But instead, Ann found herself incapable of moving a muscle! Her eye seemed to be glued to the keyhole and she watched this lascivious, depraved spectacle almost without blinking. Ann's entire sexual experience was limited to her marriage with Frank and she had never before seen another man's penis. Nor had she ever dreamed that they could grow so large. Birindelli was at least twice as big as Frank and she suddenly wondered if her husband were abnormally small or the vice-president was abnormally big. Either way, she could not understand how a penis with those dimensions could ever fit up inside a normal woman's body.

"Come on, baby," growled the corporation executive. "I ain't got all day. If you want this job, get on with it!"

Jenifer's only response was a lewd open-mouthed grin and Ann watched in horror as the tall supple woman moved her lips closer and closer to the man's menacing cock while he looked down on her with a cruel expression of sadistic satisfaction.

Pulling the foreskin back as far as it would go, Jenifer's wetly licking tongue flicked out teasingly at the tiny opening in the tip of the huge bulging organ and Ann could see a thin string of white fluid stretching obscenely from his nakedly exposed cock to Jenifer's sweetly smiling lips. She leaned forward again, running her tongue tantalizingly up and down the underside of the now rigid cock, bringing a slight sensual groan from Birindelli's lips.

Ann realized that she had almost stopped breathing and she took several deep breaths to keep herself from fainting.

When she put her eye again to the keyhole, Ann saw that the scene had become even more lewd. There was a savage gurgling sound from the other side of the door and the young model gasped with surprise as she saw her friend, Jenifer, drawing Birindelli's huge animal-like cock steadily into her widely ovaled mouth, taking as much of his long hard penis up inside her throat as was humanly possible.

Ann was virtually certain that the depraved young woman was going to choke from the sheer size of the executive's organ buried deeply in her clasping mouth, but instead she gave every indication of enjoying herself enormously. Her red, tightly puckered lips closed over his hard muscular cock just behind the thick bulbous head, and Ann could see her friend's cheeks bellowing in and out rhythmically as she sucked lewdly and noisily. Jenifer's eyes seemed to glow with a strange masochistic lust as she slavered over the giant thrusting penis, licking and sucking as if she had waited all her life for this very moment.

The tall muscular corporation executive began moving his hips back and forth with obvious enjoyment, occasionally reaching down with one hand to play with Jenifer's swollen shaking breasts. In the meantime, the blonde model moved both of her hands around to his buttocks and Ann observed her arm muscles strain as she endeavored to pull him farther and farther inside her obscenely sucking mouth. The advertising executive was looking down at her passion-contorted features with lewd and sadistic pleasure as he fucked brutally up into her cruelly-stretched mouth with greater and greater force.

He's going to strangle her, thought Ann in real terror. If he cums inside of her mouth, she'll choke on his semen and he'll kill her! He'll drown her!

But it didn't happen that way.

In spite of her genuine innocence in sexual matters, Ann realized immediately what was going on when Birindelli began to cum. A long lustful growl emerged from his throat and he clasped the blonde models need brutally with his hands, his heavy swinging balls slapping rhythmically down against Jenifer's upturned chin.

The young girl sieved his pulsating, wildly-ejaculating penis with both of her hands and squeezed as hard as she could, at the same time opening her mouth wide as she attempted in vain to capture every drop of the viscous lust-inciting liquid spraying in quick thin spurts into the back of her tender young throat.

Jenifer's head began bobbing rapidly up and down as she hungrily swallowed the white-hot sperm flooding into her mouth, her lips forming a tight elastic seal around the vice president's long trusting cock. But the pressure was too much and Ann's face went white as she saw tiny little rivulets of semen and saliva running down over Jenifer's chin and dropping uselessly on her friend's softly quivering breasts.

At last the violent pounding of Birindelli's hotly pulsating cock came to a stop. Jenifer, her eyes covered with a filmy mist of still unsatisfied lust, withdrew his slowly-deflating cock from her sperm-soaked mouth and gazed up at the handsome Italian as if waiting for further instructions.

"Lick me clean," he ordered brutally. "I've got to talk to that broad next door and then get to a conference."

And now he was coming to her room!

Ann heard the door to Jenifer's dressing room close solidly behind the vice-president for sales and promotion, and the sound of his heavy deliberate footsteps in the hallway. Panic swept over the young model like a waterfall as she realized that in her nervous excitement she had forgotten to dress. She was still clad only in the skimpy Pink Cloud underwear she had worn for the advertisement and if Birindelli came in and found her half-dressed like this, it would seem like an open invitation for him to start all over again with her the lewd cocksucking he had just finished next door with Jenifer!

Presumably, his lust would be satisfied, but Ann had heard about men who could do it again and again, and she wanted to take no chances. Her first impulse was to grab her bathrobe and cover herself completely, but then she remembered what Mr. Pauling had said about "showing him some flesh".