Bill Balle - Passion's her game

It never failed to arouse Wendy to walk into one of the extraction rooms and see three or four girls on their knees, lovely heads bobbing sensuously back and forth over their customers' stretching cocks. She liked to stand quietly, watching and listening to the soft, wet, slurping sound of the girls as they sucked load after load from the straining men. Seldom was she able to control her lust, and she found herself taking her place beside her young employees, wrapping her eager lips around the swollen head of some man's throbbing penis-licking-tonguing-sucking hungrily at the gleaming length of hard flesh, gratefully receiving the gushing flow of warm semen into her mouth. She didn't fool herself into thinking that she was doing it only to provide semen for her cosmetic. She knew quite well that she was becoming addicted to the perverted pleasure of sucking cocks, a condition that Stevie found much to his liking.

He quickly learned of Wendy's desire to nurse from his penis, and in spite of the fact that he knew he had only to call in any of the lovely girls who worked for him, he much preferred to see his beautiful employer kneeling between his thighs, her lovely mouth tightly devouring the thick length of his meat, sucking and swallowing the thick cream as it spewed forth, mewling her obvious pleasure as she sucked his swaying balls dry. Wendy found her sexual appetite growing with each passing day a condition she knew was attributed to the erotic environment of her business. At first she would allow only Stevie to fuck her, wanting to remain aloof from others she came in contact with, denying them this last privilege. With Stevie's young strength and vitality, he filled her tight and adoring cunt any time he could, delighting at the manner he could make his lovely boss squirm, and groaning as he stuffed his huge penis into her yearning depths, skewering her, impaling her on the hard length, making her wild with lust as he fucked, pounding her with his long, filling thrusts, wringing climax after climax from her.

Nor was Toni overlooked in Wendy's almost insatiable desires. Wendy had only to raise her dress and nod and Toni would lock their door and immediately kneel between her employer's lovely thighs, willingly, greedily pressing her mouth to Wendy's humid, fragrant slit, hungrily sucking the succulent flesh until she had Wendy writhing with one blasting climax after another. Once the young girl had sucked her to satisfied bliss, Wendy would always seat the panting girl in her chair, then grovel between her golden thighs, returning the erotic favor, sucking the girl's cunt until she was sobbing with pleasure and lust.

As they moved closer and closer to the time for marketing Fountain of Youth, she found less and less time for such pleasures, but took solace in knowing what awaited all of them when the money started coming in. And at last they were ready.

As she looked at the rows of cases, ready for shipment, Wendy laughed happily, hugging herself in anticipation of the riches that would soon be hers. She had called in the owner of the nationwide distributor of cosmetics and various drug sundries, along with four of her best customers of her old products. She had chosen the four carefully, knowing they represented a vast and widely separated retail outlet for her Fountain of Youth. She meant to start with them, build up the demand and reputation of her product, then force the distributor to handle her product for less than half his normal profit. As she waited for their arrival, Wendy mentally added for the one-hundredth time the profit the neat row of cases represented.

Sixty cases…fifty jars to the case…ummm, almost fifty dollars a jar gross profit! She giggled to herself, any way you figure it, girl, it comes out around one hundred thousand dollars-clear, beautiful profit!

Suddenly her giddy thoughts were interrupted as she heard the door to the plant open and Toni say, "Wendy…they're here."

"Wonderful! Has everyone else gone, Toni?"

"Yes. I told them to wait in the reception room while I found you." Toni laughed. "They sure were surprised to see one another. I think they all thought they would be the only ones here."

"I meant for them to think that," Wendy laughed. "Now at least they know whatever it is I wanted with them, they have competition."

"When I left them, they were all asking Mister Smith, the distributor, if he had any idea why you had asked them all over," Toni said, holding the door for Wendy as they walked into her office.

"They'll know soon enough, Toni. Ask Mister Smith to come in first and tell the others we will be with them shortly. Make up anything to keep them happy, baby, and I'll buzz you in a few minutes."

In a matter of seconds the smiling Toni ushered Mr. Smith into Wendy's office and closed the door quietly after him.

"Well, Wendy," he laughed, "It's been a long time." Taking a closer look at her, he exclaimed, "It is Wendy, isn't it? My God, you look so different…so young…" he trailed off.

"It's all right, Ed," she laughed. "You can say it. I look younger, right? Years younger, as a matter-of-fact. Here, come take a closer look."

The shocked man leaned closer, staring intently at the smiling, radiant face that beamed back at him. "You always were a lovely woman, Wendy…but now you look like a teenager! What have you done to yourself? Don't tell me you had a face-lift!"

"No," she laughed, exhilarated by his reaction, "nothing so drastic as that. I've just been using my own product, Ed. A new product that is going to be the hottest thing ever to hit the cosmetic industry!"

"So that's what this is all about," he laughed. "Well, I must say, if your product can work this kind of miracle on other women, you've really got something. Is it safe for me to assume that you want me to handle the distributing of this new wonder cream, or whatever it is?"

"Hear me out first, Ed. After I tell you a few things, you might not want to handle my account," she laughed.

"Nonsense! I you're any example of how this product works, it'll sell like crazy."

"Exactly!" Wendy cried, deadly serious. "It does work and it will put every other cream or cosmetic out of business! I called you because it was you that helped me when I went into business, even though I decided not to go nationwide at that time. Now I have something that women will do anything to possess, and I mean to work it for all it's worth! If you want to handle this for me, it'll be forty percent of your regular cut."

The outraged man jumped to his feet, protesting loudly, and Wendy smiled sweetly at him, letting him rave and rant about the impossibility of such a cut, listening patiently as he reminded her of how much he could do for her product. Finally she stopped him by raising her hand, laughing.

"You just hear me out, Ed…then if you don't want my account, there's no harm done." Wendy walked around her desk, nervously pacing as she outlined her plan to him, a plan that called for free demonstrations of her Fountain of Youth at each of her customer's major stores-free jars that would be provided to the most affluent women in the different districts covered by the selected retailers. She explained how her product would eliminate any wrinkle or blemish, give the user the complexion of a teenager, but would have to be repeated daily, without fail if the customer wanted to retain her newly found beauty. As she talked on, Wendy could see that the man was hooked, that he knew everything she was saying was completely true. When she stopped talking at last, he nodded, holding up his hands as he smiled up at her.

"All right, Wendy, all right-I'm convinced. I'll take it on, provided this 'Fountain of Youth' does everything you say it does. I assume you are taking steps to see that you will be able to take care of the demand once it takes off. I don't want to set things in motion and then find out we can't deliver!"