Date: Mon, 8 Nov 1999 08:17:26 -0800 (PST)
From: Selena Anders <selena33_ca@yahoo.com>
Subject: margaret-3

Margaret 03 Friday

Next day was Friday, and the twins suggested that
since I was going to do a party on a yacht, I ought to
have some lingerie with a nautical theme, and maybe
some sexy swim suits too.  I thought this was a good
idea, so as soon as the girls were off to school, I
called EROS to ask if they had such things.  Cindy
wasn't sure about the sailor stuff, but she would ask
the head seamstress to come up with something.  Yes,
they had lots of sexy swimwear, and I should come over
to pick out what I thought I would need.

When I arrived at the EROS building, Cindy was talking
with a woman wearing short hair died dark purple, a
black leather vest with no blouse or bra under it, and
a black leather mini-skirt short enough to show the
garter tabs holding up purple fishnet stockings.  Her
black pumps had heels of at least 3".  Her lean
muscular body was attractive in its own way.  "This is
Joan."  Cindy introduced us.  "She is a professional
dominatrix, and a very good customer.

I told her I had never met a dominatrix before, and
would be nervous about being one of her, er, clients.


"Don't knock it 'til you try it, beautiful."  She
looked me up and down with an appraising smile.  I
managed to stammer that I would never knock it, and
maybe I might even try it.  "No time like the
present!" she declared, gripping my arm.  She leaned
toward me and whispered in my ear, "You're going to
eat my pussy!"  Before I had a chance to resist, she
was guiding me down the hall to where she pushed open
a door and we entered a restroom.  She leaned against
a sink, and with the grip she still had on my arm,
forced me down to kneel before her.  Her other hand
lifted that mini-skirt to reveal an absence of
panties, framed by a garter belt.  Her pussy was a
mass of bristly dark hair, hiding thick petals.  I
inhaled the aroma that came wafting out of her, and my
own desire was kindled.
I shoved my tongue between her swollen lips and tried
to fuck her with it, reaching far inside her slick
tunnel until she was squirming with delight.

Her juicy pussy drooled all over my mouth.  The odor
grew more pungent the longer I licked her.  I withdrew
my tongue and began sucking on her swollen, raspberry
coloured clitoris as I slipped two fingers up inside
her cunt.  I felt the power of her thighs as she
lifted a leg and hooked it over my shoulder.  She
ground her pussy enthusiastically into my face as I
sucked her harder.

The door opened, and I might have backed off if it
weren't for that leg around me.  Cindy took in the
scene quickly, and said "Don't stop on my account!"
She stepped around me to enter a toilet stall, but I
could see through the corner of my eye that she didn't
close the door.  I attacked Joan's cunt with renewed
vigour, as Cindy slipped her panties off and raised
her knees and her skirt.  She never took her eyes off
us as she sat on the toilet seat, then I saw the
glitter and heard the tinkle of her pee.  I was
totally turned on by the sight of that golden flow,
and had a moment's perverse wish that it was flowing
onto my face and into my mouth.  I imagined that her
pee was dribbling down my chin and my chest and my
crotch and down my inner thighs.  I kept watching, as
Cindy wiped her cute little snatch with toiled tissue,
mentally tasting her pussy between her widely parted
thighs.

I plunged my tongue back into the hairy cunt before
me, gobbling and sucking as if to drink down Cindy's
piss from within this darkly aromatic cunt.  Then I
felt hands parting my thighs where I knelt, and in
moments Cindy had slid her head between my legs, and
her mouth was sucking at the crotch of my panties.  My
tongue worked overtime as I fought to concentrate on
giving rather than getting, even as Cindy's fingers
pulled my panties aside and her tongue began to caress
my pussy lips.

I flicked my tongue quickly back and forth across
Joan's excited clitoris, and her juicy spending rolled
down my chin as she began to wail in her climax.  I
just kept right on sucking, and soon my orgasm came
too, thanks to Cindy's talented tongue.  Joan finally
couldn't take any more, and pushed me away.  She took
a couple of deep breaths, then simply walked out
without another word.

Cindy got up from the floor and threw her arms around
me, "Congratulations!  You just guaranteed at least a
ten-thousand-dollar sale!  And you get a fifteen
percent commission!"  Then Cindy showed me down the
hall to the swimwear room.

All of the swimsuits were daring, without a
conservative one in the lot.  Of course there were
micro-string bikinis, single-piecers with wild cutouts
in tantalizing places.  I picked out one that came so
low in the back that it would show off most of the
crack of the wearer's rear.  I wanted something that
would appeal to the friends of a rich woman in her
sixties, so I picked up some little beach cover-ups,
ranging from fairly opaque to completely transparent.

A young woman entered.  "Hi, I'm Rhonda, swimsuit
coordinator.  You must be Margaret.  I understand your
first outing is Mary Caldwell's yacht party.  Very
impressive!"  Rhonda is a pretty girl, with a pert
little nose in a round face, sparkling eyes and a
ready smile.  Her brunette hair just lightly brushes
her shoulders.  She has full breasts and a tiny waist
that curves beautifully out to softly rounded hips.
But it was her clothing that really caught my eye.
She wore a swimsuit, cut just like a regular racing
suit.  It was made of a totally unique fabric.  It was
a shimmering, pearly opalescent grey, with hints of
pink and pale blue and green.  But when she turned a
certain way, it became almost completely transparent.
Rather like the hologram on most credit cards, where
you can see a symbol but if you turn it a bit the
symbol disappears; as Rhonda moved, her navel and
nipples and even her dark pubic patch would shimmer
into view, then vanish.  It was the sexiest bit of
clothing I had ever seen, and instantly I knew that I
could sell this.  I just stared at her.

Rhonda was clearly used to this reaction, and she
giggled.  Reaching for my hands, she told me, "Here,
feel it."  She held my hands to her full tits.  I
wasn't surprised, not after my experiences with
Valena, Cindy and Joan.  Instead of pulling away, I
ran my hands over that swim suit; down past that slim
waist to her hips, and behind to cup her rear, and
pull her to me so I could kiss her.  This seemed to be
normal behavior at EROS, for her hands wrapped around
my back, and her tongue flicked out to taste my lips.
After a few minutes we broke off our kiss, with a look
in our eyes that made an unspoken promise of future
passion.

A little old lady bustled into the room, bearing an
armload of garments.  She regarded Rhonda and me in
our embrace, and grinned.  "This is the best I could
do for sailor outfits on such short notice," she told
me as if I should have known weeks ago about
tomorrow's party.  "I see you like my new bathing-suit
fabric."  I started to let go of Rhonda, but this
little woman stopped me, "Don't worry dear.  I've
licked a titty or two in my time!  Now take this
little panel number."  She held up a sheer little
beach shirt, with pockets strategically located to
hide a bit more.  "I've sewed some gold braid onto the
sleeves, four stripes for a captain, but I can do
three for a lieutenant.  I also have these little silk
epaulettes, and collar pips to put along the neck
line, since these things don't have collars.  What do
you think?"

"That's fine for the officers," I told her, "but for
the crew can you do a short little version that only
covers the breasts, and attach a silky blue and white
bandana tie?"

"No problem!  It's settled then, gold trim for
officers and blue for crew."  The little lady
cheerfully shuffled her way out.

"Who was that?"  I asked, and learned that that was
Harriet, genius seamstress, who could get any two
fabrics together and make them look good.  Rhonda also
told me to expect her to pinch my bum, and I should
try to stay on her good side by occasionally patting
her rear.   Rhonda and I were instant friends, so we
sat up on this room's long table.  She told me about
some of the other staff, but I can introduce them
later.  At one point Valena came in to thank me for
helping on the sale to Joan, explaining that the
better Joan likes the sex she gets at EROS, the more
she spends.  (I wondered if that was a deliberate pun,
but decided not to ask.)  And today she spent a lot.
Valena gave me a long, meaningful kiss, then favoured
Rhonda with a quick kiss and a caress of her tits,
before gliding out again.  Soon after, Harriet
returned with a small stack of perfectly stitched
samples of the new nautical line.  I left Eros feeling
full of optimism for the next day.
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That evening, Rachel approached me to ask if I could
do a lingerie party on the next Tuesday evening.  One
of the young women at the university was about to get
married, and the women of her dormitory wanted to
throw a wedding shower for her, a lingerie shower.  Of
course I agreed, and she sat down beside me on the
couch to thank me with a soft and voluptuous kiss.  I
allowed my lips to part and admit her soft and
sensuous tongue.

We kissed long and slow, her tongue teasing mine and
inviting me to return the favor.  I kissed her back,
attempting to meet her tongue for tongue, kiss for
kiss.  Her hand slid slowly up my thigh, caressing the
insides of my thighs through my panty-hose.  I allowed
my thighs to part, and soon she was massaging my pussy
through the sheer nylon.

Rachel's probing fingers felt so delicious that I let
her have her way with me.  She began to kiss her way
down my neck, and her hand emerged from under my skirt
to unbutton my blouse.  Her warm wet kisses didn't
stop at my bra, and soon she was sucking at my excited
nipples right through the lace.  I let my head fall
back as she released the front closure of my bra, and
started to play with one nipple while her tongue made
lazy circles around the other, making them
exquisitely, achingly hard.  "Oh, yes!" I breathed, as
her lips left my tits and made their slow way back up
my throat.

"I want you to fuck me silly!" Rachel whispered in my
ear as her tongue traced a wet trail around its inner
swirls.  I shuddered in delight as her warm breath
echoed in my ear.  "But first I want you to take my
shirt off and suck my tits."  She moved to kneel
straddling my lap, with her pointy little breasts
thrusting toward my mouth.  Quickly I unbuttoned her
shirt and pushed it back off her shoulders, letting
her remove it the rest of the way.  I grasped her
breasts and began to massage them through her shiny
satin bra.  I loved the feel of her hardening nipples
under the soft cloth.  My hands glided so smoothly
over the fabric, and the look on Rachel's face told me
she was loving it.  Impatient, she reached behind her
back and unhooked the bra, then pulled it down her
arms.  Her nipples were so excited they stuck out
almost an inch.  "Suck them!  Please make love to my
tits!  I need to feel your mouth on them!" she
insisted.

I was so carried away by lust that I attacked those
plump swollen nipples with total enthusiasm.  Rachel
moaned as I sucked on her left tit, while my left hand
gently pinched her other nipple.  "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" she
cried over and over again, as my right hand slid under
her skirt.  I felt my way up her naked thigh until my
hand gripped the smooth naked globe of her ass cheek.
Probing further, I found that she was wearing a satin
thong, as sensuously smooth as her bra had been.

I started to massage Rachel's ass-hole through the
fabric as I gobbled at her tits.  Slowly I began to
push the cloth up inside her anus as she gyrated
wildly on my lap.  "Oh Yes!  Do me!  Fuck my ass so
good!" she cried, as my finger slipped in and out of
her hole, sliding against the slippery satin.  I kept
on pushing my finger up inside, pushing the panties
farther and farther into her rectum.  Suddenly the
rest of her thong was soaked with fuck juice as she
came in her slutty panties.  I hadn't even touched her
cunt or her clit as she cried out in her orgasm.

Rachel gripped my hair and pulled my face hard against
her firm tits as she continued to grind her ass down
on my questing fingers.  Slowly she released me and
lowered her lips to mine.  We kissed in the after-glow
of her climax, and she murmured, "Mom, you're such a
sexy bitch!  I love the feel of my panties shoved up
my ass.  I think I'll just leave them there all night!
 Thanks Mom!"  Then my lovely daughter headed off to
bed, leaving me to wonder why I waited so long to
share sex with my beautiful girls.
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Thanks to those of you who have sent me story ideas.
I can work on them as I try to keep up with the
Margaret series.  I'm interested in trying to write
stories with exotic locations.  Write to me, and
suggest a fun place that Margaret and her family can
go to fuck.
Thanks, selena33_ca@yahoo.com