Danny Burns - Gang bang salesgirl

She was relieved to see that the men hadn't taken anything but the beer, and it appeared that none of the furnishings had been dam aged. At least she wouldn't get in trouble with Mr. Smith.

No one else came to see the house that afternoon. Julie took a late lunch, came back, and left about four o'clock. She checked in at the office then returned home.

The next morning, Mr. Smith was waiting in the office for her. He had an important client with him, a Mr. Jenkins. Jenkins was an older man, very distinguished looking and the owner of much property.

"Julie," Mr. Smith said, "Mr. Jenkins has a ranch out in the canyon which he plans to sell. We have some details to work out, but today I want you to look at it with him and we'll get your opinion about the property. You'd better plan on spending the whole day out there."

When Jenkins excused himself to visit the men's room, Mr. Smith pulled Julie aside. "Be very nice to Mr. Jenkins, Julie," he cautioned. "He's a very important client and needs to be entertained. Be sure you do anything he wants. Understand?"

The sexy redhead promised that she would bring Mr. Jenkins back happy and winked at Mr. Smith. Smith patted her voluptuous ass and retired to his private office with Candy. The little secretary grinned at Julie and flicked her wet tongue across her red lips as she closed the door.

On the way to the canyon, Mr. Jenkins told Julie about his struggle to the top. He had been one of seven children of a penniless family. Through sheer cunning and determination he had been able to build a small empire in the manufacturing business. Now, nearing retirement, he was selling several properties, one of which they were going to see today.

"You see, Julie," he explained, "I am wealthy enough to have anything I want, in whatever way I want it. The people who work with me often become rich, also, because I help them. But the successful ones know that their fortune results from keeping me happy. Do you understand what I am saying?"

Julie assured him that she did and hiked her skirt up several inches, pretending that she was too warm. They were in her car and, as she drove, Jenkins feasted his eyes on her full, firm tits and shapely legs.

Julie's big tits were still swollen from the previous afternoon's activities, but they were no longer tender. Their increase in size was considerable, however, and since even her largest D-cup bra hadn't been big enough that morning Julie had decided to go braless.

She was glad that she had. The swelling caused her huge tits to be even firmer than usual and they jutted out from her exquisite chest in a most suggestive way. Her large brown nipples showed clearly through the thin white T-shirt she had chosen to go with her short clingy skirt and spike heels.

Julie took a deep breath and her spectacular tits swelled sensuously. She smiled invitingly at Mr. Jenkins as he admired her tits.

The drive to the canyon took over two hours. They stopped for lunch at an expensive restaurant where the head waiter knew Mr. Jenkins on sight. Their table was in a secluded corner and Jenkins insisted that Julie order anything she wanted, regardless of price.

"I have a charge account here," he joked.

They both feasted on broiled lobster and Julie managed to down three vodka martinis before the food came. She was giggly during the meal and ordered another drink after.

"Pull up your shirt and show me your tits!" Mr. Jenkins suddenly ordered.

"Mr. Jenkins!" Julie squealed. "We're in the middle of a restaurant!"

"Look around you," he urged. "No one can see."

The little redhead looked to each side. True, no one was in a position where her horny actions could be seen.

"Come on, honey!" Jenkins whispered. "I want to see what you've got under that T-shirt!"

Giggling, Julie pulled her tight T-shirt out of the waist-band of her skirt. She looked around once more and lifted the garment up to her chin, exposing both alluring tits. She shook her shoulders slightly and arched her back. Her swollen tits swayed from side to side.

Jenkins whistled. "Those are real beauties!" he gasped from across the table.

Julie felt wicked. She took another sip of her martini and, leaving the tight shirt pulled up, kicked off one of her sexy heels. Looking around once more, the inventive redhead rested her dainty foot in Mr. Jenkins' lap. She found his hardening cock and massaged his prick through his clothes with her soft toes.

"You're everything Smith said you would be." Mr. Jenkins smiled, gazing at Julie's brazenly exposed tits.

The little redhead sighed and rested her elbows on the table, capturing her jutting tits between her arms and pressing them together, pin-up style. Her tiny painted toes slid up and down the older man's erect prick.

Following Jenkins' directions, Julie turned off the hard road onto a county-maintained dirt road. After about ten miles on this, a turn to the west put them on the private trail leading to Mr. Jenkins' ranch. The road was pitted and washed in places, more suited to a four-wheel drive than to Julie's convertible.

At the ranch, they were met by Joe, Mr. Jenkins' caretaker. Joe lived at the ranch by himself, looking after the property. He was lean and muscular, a tanned giant of a man. He looked Julie up and down and grinned.

"That little filly's got more curves than a dozen sidewinders," he joked to Mr. Jenkins, licking his lips.

Julie faked a laugh and stuck out her tits. Joe had a pretty good body, but she could do without his humor.

They spent about an hour looking over the house and barns. Before taking a look at the surrounding land, Jenkins said he wanted to show her one more building. Joe accompanied them.

Nestled in a grove of trees, bidden from the main house, was a small squat structure about forty feet long.

"This we call the playhouse," Mr. Jenkins explained to the attentive girl.

He opened the door and flipped a switch.

The previously dark room was bathed in light. "What is it?" Julie gasped.

The room they entered was windowless. In the center was a small stage with light bars hung overhead. The stage contained only one object – a king-sized bed. Around the stage were several rows of theater-type seats.

"Do you have performances here?" she asked innocently.

"You might say that," Mr. Jenkins replied as Joe chuckled to himself. "In fact, there's going to be one this afternoon!"

Mr. Jenkins led Julie past the stage and down a dim hallway. He opened a door to the right and motioned her m.

"You dressing room, my dear," he said politely. "You clothes have been laid out."

Mr. Jenkins exited and closed the door.

The little redhead was perplexed. She didn't fully understand what was going to happen or what was expected of her.

She examined the clothes on the dresser. There were only three items – a pair of black nylon stockings, a sexy lace garter belt and a pair of black shoes with spike heels and tiny straps across the top.

Julie remembered Mr. Smith's orders – be sure you do anything he wants.

OK, thought the redhead, what the hell?

Julie unbuckled her short skirt and let it fall to the floor. She kicked off her heels and peeled down her tiny bikini pants. Finally, the spectacular girl removed her tight T-shirt.

Julie admired herself in the full-length mirror as she prepared to dress. Her swollen tits looked great. The redhead liked the extra size and the way they tended to stick straight out like twin cannons. Maybe she could get them to stay this size if she had somebody punch-out on her tits every couple of days.

The big-titted girl fastened the lacy garter belt and slid a chair over to the mirror. She watched herself as she pulled the smooth, black nylons up her shapely legs. When she had fitted the spike heels to her tiny feet, Julie stood to look herself over.