Date: Tue, 9 Nov 1999 01:33:05 -0800 (PST) From: Selena Anders Subject: margaret-4 Margaret 04 Saturday Saturday morning dawned bright and clear, and I prepared myself by putting on my sample of Rhonda's pearly bathing suit, which I covered with a very thin white cotton shirt and skirt. I finished the outfit with cork-heeled sandals and a wide straw sun hat, then headed with my samples to the marina. The Griffin seemed huge, as I stood on the dock with one hand holding my hat against the wind, and the other clutching my sample case, and requested permission to come aboard. I was right on time, as we were scheduled to sail shortly, so I stowed my samples where I was directed, and enjoyed the hospitality of the after-deck, as a young girl brought me a rum punch which I wisely decided to sip very slowly. Soon afterward, the last two passengers arrived, and an elderly woman on the flying bridge gave the order to cast off. The little waitress jumped to handle the bow line, as a woman in her fifties let loose the stern, and we were underway. Sailors the world over must have only one thing on their minds, and certainly the male inhabitants of that marina waved at us as though I and the waitress were not the only ones on board under the age of fifty. But I also noticed that this crew was an unusually fit looking bunch for the over-fifty set. These were women who spent their wealth on tennis lessons, fitness spas and tanning salons. They wore the latest fashions in deck-wear, and swim suits from Rodeo Drive, and I began to despair. How could I sell lingerie to these women who already had everything? Well, I thought, I would just have to find a way. As soon as we were out of sight of land, Captain Mary Caldwell slowed the engines and turned the wheel over to another woman. She descended the gangway from the flying bridge and greeted me. She was a good 5'10", with steely grey hair and a slim figure which hid itself under white work-shirt and dungarees. "Well Madame, what have you to show us today?" she demanded, with a look that held a hint of humour. That look was all the cue I needed, so I replied, "Madame Captain, I see that we are nine women here, and yet I am uncertain as to who are officers and who are swabbers of the decks. So I have uniforms to show you! Would you like to try on the Captain's uniform?" She did want to try one, so I handed her the small white bundle, and she disappeared into the cabin. Soon she was back, wearing the sheer white shirt with the four gold captain's stripes at the cuffs, and the strategically placed pockets which failed to hide her deep brown nipples. I had included a white satin bikini panty, and of course the Captain had retained her cap. Altogether, she looked both smart and sexy, and everyone applauded and whistled at her entrance. I told her that I could prepare shirts with only three stripes for her lieutenants, so she introduced Andrea, who was at the wheel; and Gina, whose hard full tits on a body approaching sixty made one suspect silicon. "What do the crew uniforms look like?" called out a woman who was wrapped from neck to toe in a red sarong. "Since you ask," replied the captain, "perhaps you could model it for us." So that woman accepted my bundle, and went into the cabin. She was back even faster than the captain had been, wearing basically the same sheer shirt, but with a wisp of blue silk scarf around the neck, instead of the officer's stripes. She received the same applause, as I explained that I had not had time to arrange for sailor caps. The most noticeable thing about this woman was her skin. She was the palest person I had ever seen. Instantly the captain ordered, "Someone find some number 30 sun block for Olivia, and get it on her!" Quickly the woman named Olivia was seated in a deck chair, as two other women slathered her legs with sun lotion. The commotion surrounding Olivia helped to break up the formality of the party. The young waitress, whose name I learned was Tracy Caldwell, the captain's granddaughter, started bringing around more rum punches. I handed out bits of lingerie, most of them rather daring, and the women started trying them on. Soon there was no room in the cabin for changing, so the women simply changed right there on the after-deck. At any one time, at least two were completely nude. Exposed limbs demanded more sun-block, which these ladies helpfully applied to each other. Olivia's attendants covered her legs and arms, then moved to her breasts. She began to moan in pleasure, and the sound seemed to mark a turning point in the party. Everyone began to touch, feel and grope each other's bodies through the thin fabric of the lingerie. Young Tracy approached me, wearing only a white bikini top and the apron from the french-maid outfit out of my kit. She asked me why I was not wearing any of my own products. Truthfully, I had been too busy helping others to even think about what I was wearing. But I told her, "I am wearing one of my company's things. Would you like to see it?" Tracy nodded yes, her eyes bright with anticipation. So I peeled off my skirt, and quickly unbuttoned my blouse. All of the women stopped admiring, caressing, and rubbing sun lotion on each other; and stared at me as I slowly turned around in the sunlight. The watched as the magic fabric let them see my nipples and my navel, and even my pussy, but only as momentary glimpses before the cloth became pearly opaque again. Captain Mary approached me, and in a voice husky with lust, asked if she could try it on. At sea, a Captain's desire is law, so I peeled it off and handed it to her. But instead of putting it on, she pushed me back into a deck chair. I felt hands all over me as the captain gently spread my thighs, and her tongue plunged into my pussy, slithering around between the folds of my cunt lips. Lieutenant Gina pressed her lips eagerly to mine and kissed me passionately. Our tongues darted in, out and all around each others' mouths, and her firm breasts were plastered against me. Tracy nibbled my neck, as her fingers stroked through my hair and played with my nipples. I turned my head and kissed Tracy, as her hands drifted to play with Gina's hard tits. The Captain was straddling one of my thighs, and humping her hot twat on my ankle as she continued to gobble my pussy. An impassioned moaning all around me was thrilling my ears like an erotic symphony. Soon, I heard the unmistakable squishing sound of a pussy being probed. I looked across the deck to where Olivia had lost the panties of her uniform, and her two attendants were enthusiastically applying the sun lotion to her pussy, both inside and out. Each had her lips firmly fastened to one of Olivia's nipples, as their fingers explored her cunt and rubbed her swollen clit. Up on the bridge, Andrea sat on her high helmsman's chair with her eyes out to sea, as another woman licked the insides of her wide-spread thighs. More squishing sounds filled my ears as I returned my attention to three hot and horny women who surrounded me. The captain's pubis continued to grind with a fury against my leg as she slurped my slit, while she reached out and fingered Gina's hot cunt. Her silver-grey hair shook as she twisted from side to side in order to devour my pussy. Her fingers made very loud squishing noises as they probed deep into Gina. Cute little Tracy straddled my face and eased her pretty pink cunt onto my eagerly waiting mouth. I held her labia apart, and licked her thoroughly, tasting her and smelling her light musky scent. She smashed her hot little twat against my face and my fingers penetrated her. Two fingers from each hand entered that tiny little body, feeling her pussy lubricating as if I had turned on a faucet. I sucked her clit into my mouth and with the same force as her grandmother the captain was using on mine. Tracy squealed and humped her cunt in a tight grinding motion against my face, growing hotter and wetter by the second. The afterdeck echoed with our orgy. All I could hear was moaning, gasping, squishing, grunting, and skin smacking skin. Olivia was shrieking, obviously cumming her brains out, deliriously aroused as her two skilled partners manipulated her pale body. Up on the bridge, nobody seemed to be watching the sea, as Andrea and her partner were locked in a tight sixty-nine. Our sounds of arousal seemed to feed, and feed on, each other. Within moments I came gushing over the captain's mouth, and Tracy shuddered to a climax atop me. Then the captain reached her orgasm as she ground her pelvis onto my leg and Gina came on the captain's hand. I felt the captain's warm mist on my leg and tasted Tracy's succulent nectar. The captain rose from my leg, and Gina immediately scooted over. Raising my leg, she managed to sit on the end of the deck chair and bring her cunt against mine, scissors style. Her pussy was all wet and slippery, and we easily slid against each other, mashing our pelvises clit-to-clit. Tracy rose from my face, and the captain took her place, mashing that soggy silver cunt against my mouth. I licked her hot pussy ravenously, making her squeal in a most un-captainly manner. She ground her pussy against my mouth as hard as she had rubbed it against my leg. Tracy took delight in devouring first my tits, then Gina's, then the captain's. She sucked and licked and slurped as all of our nipples became hard and as sensitive as our clits. My head was filled with the hot musky scent of pussy, and my tongue was thrilled to the luscious, delicious taste of hot, succulent cunt. We were four lust-crazed women in a tangled knot of pure sex! Gina's clit caught mine in a particularly wonderful way, and I erupted, oozing a river of cunt cream which flowed into her own. My tongue shot deeper than ever into the captain's deep crevasse, and she too climaxed sending a gush of pussy nectar dripping into my mouth. My fingers reached over and found Gina's hand between Tracy's legs. My fingers joined Gina's inside Tracy and we stroked her pussy quickly, plunging any number of fingers up inside her sweet little cunt, and occasionally reaching a finger up her anus, so she had no idea of where we might pinch or probe next. Soon she came, and her little body fell into orgasmic convulsions as she shrieked like a mad-woman. Tracy bent over and wriggled her mouth between Gina and me, sucking first Gina's clit then mine, as Gina leaned way back to give her room, and continued to mash her pussy against mine. The captain's insatiable cunt resumed grinding on my mouth, and my tongue probed deep inside her until once again I felt her quim quiver and then spasm wildly. Her body went rigid as she whip-lashed back and forth and unleashed another stream of cunt cream. Her orgasm seemed to set off Gina's, as she sprayed her nectar all over my pussy and Tracy's eager tongue. I came again too, and Tracy dove in to lap up all of the juices that were dripping from both of our sated snatches. Across the deck, Olivia was cumming again too, as one of her faithful attendants sucked her pussy, while the other straddled her face. Finally, with all of us exhasusted, Tracy went to find more rum punch as we sailed back to the marina. I took orders and made a lot of sales. Captain Mary ordered two full sets of uniforms, and everyone else ordered at least two items. Since EROS lingerie is expensive, this worked out very well for me. As I drove home I was happy. I had become Lingerie Supplier to a group of the wealthiest (and horniest!) women in town, as essential to their lives as their hairdresser. At dinner that night the girls all wanted to know about the party on the yacht. I told them that sales had been excellent, the yacht was indeed splendid, and that I had met their school friend, Tracy. I told them about how EROS had created uniforms, which had gone over very well. This made them all want to visit EROS, since all three had an interest in fashion. Elizabeth likes to design clothes, Rachel to make them, and Jessie loves to wear them. ------------- Just as we were talking about design, the phone rang. It was Cindy, also wanting to know how the yacht party had gone. I told her I had lots of orders, including a few alterations requested by customers. Since the girls were right at my side, I also told Cindy they would like a tour of the EROS factory. "Why not right now?" Cindy asked, "A few of us are working late on the LoveCraft account, but I'm sure we can take a moment to show the girls around." I relayed this to the girls, and the twins reacted with enthusiasm. Rachel looked disappointed, and said that she had to meet with her study group, and could she PLEASE have a rain check? I assured her that would be fine. So Rachel headed off to her study group, and the twins and I piled into the car and headed for EROS, me having changed to an evening-style of shirt and skirt, while the twins were still in their school uniforms. When we arrived, we were met by Cindy who this time was wearing a long sheer navy-blue peignoir, over equally sheer navy panties. The twins' eyes widened as she greeted me with a long open-mouthed kiss. Cindy has a sweet mouth, so I returned her affection, tongue for tongue until she chose to break it off. Then I introduced Cindy to Elizabeth and Jessica. Cindy flowed up against Elizabeth, her hands lightly brushing past Liz's breasts as they enfolded her in a warm embrace. With some hesitation, Liz returned Cindy's kiss, and their mouths melted onto each other. After a few moments it was Jessie's turn. Jessica has a different approach. She happily pulled Cindy toward her and immediately initiated a deep kiss. Cindy's hands traced the curve of Jessie's back, below her ass, to lift the hem of Jessie's short school-girl skirt. Cindy's hand barely brushed the fabric of Jessie's plain cotton underpants before she dropped the skirt, and soon their greeting kiss ended. Cindy led us all into the show room where my first interview had been held. The twins were delighted with all of the pretty colors and sexy cuts of the lingerie. They both wanted to try things on, but Cindy said not yet, perhaps later. Then Cindy led us out into the long back hall that led to the swim suit room and the washroom. (I had a brief but pleasant flash of memory). But she took us across the hall and into another large room. Large drawing tables were everywhere, with bright lights hanging low over them. Pen and ink drawings filled in with water-colors covered the walls. Valena, dressed in her usual dark blue satin sheath, was working on a new sketch. The twins were fascinated by the designs, noticing that some of them were so wild that they would be almost impossible to build. Valena explained that some of these were 'concept' pictures, not intended to be made. Some of them could be made, but it would be very expensive. Fortunately EROS has many rich clients. Cindy left us alone for a few minutes, while Elizabeth talked shop with Valena, and Jessie and I kept looking at the pictures on the walls. Cindy returned, and our tour continued down the hall. The next room we entered was much different from the others. Previous rooms had been big and brightly lit; but this one was small, with black walls and the only lights were focussed on a small round stage. Around the stage were two rows of chairs, and on it was what appeared to be a huge circular bed. Cindy invited us to be seated in the front row. After a few minutes Rhonda entered the room and stepped up onto the stage. She wore a shiny black rubber teddy which accented her excited nipples, and tall shiny patent pumps. She carried a riding crop. Rhonda surveyed us severely, then spoke. "Elizabeth, step up here!" Elizabeth glanced at me, and I motioned to her to go ahead, so she obeyed. "Elizabeth, this is a house of fine under-fashions, and you are charged with the crime of wearing plain cotton underpants! This charge must be investigated, so bend over and place your hands on this bed!" Slowly, Elizabeth obeyed. Using the tip of her riding crop, Rhonda lifted the rear hem of Liz's uniform skirt, exposing her plain cotton panties. "So it is true!" Rhonda exclaimed, "Cindy, remove this hideous thing!" Cindy leaped up and draped Liz's skirt over her waist, then tugged those cotton pants down and off, exposing Elizabeth's lovely pussy with her trim ass and the pink rose bud of her anus. SMACK! Rhonda's riding crop landed across Liz's pretty bum, and Liz gasped, more in surprise than in pain. "Repeat after me!" Rhonda commanded, "I will never wear boring underwear again!" "I will never wear boring underwear again!" Liz exclaimed. WHACK! "I will never wear ugly panties again!" Rhonda intoned. "I will never wear ugly panties again!" Liz replied. SMACK! "I will always wear lovely sexy underthings!" "I will always wear lovely sexy underthings!" "Always remember this lesson!" Rhonda cried. "Jessica, come here!" Jessie leaped up on the stage, her eyes filled with eager anticipation and lust. My pussy was churning and more than a bit wet. Jessie obeyed Rhonda's order to bend over, and Cindy lifted her skirt, exposing underpants identical to her sister's, then... WHACK! The crop made a red mark across Jessie's little ass, which she wiggled in delight at the stimulation. "Repeat after me!" Rhonda commanded, "I will never wear boring underwear again!" "I will never wear boring underwear again!" Jessie CRIED. SMACK! "I will never wear ugly panties again!" Rhonda intoned. "I will never wear ugly panties again!" Jessie gasps. WHACK! "I will always wear lovely sexy underthings!" "I will always wear lovely sexy underthings!" Jessie squealed. "Never forget this lesson! Now both of you stand up and face me!" Rhonda glared at the twins as they obeyed. "You are both further charged with the crime of wearing plain polyester brassieres! Now remove each others' shirts, and we shall see if you are guilty!" Liz and Jessie tore off each others' shirts and school ties, exposing their plain bras." "Guilty!" Rhonda declared, "Remove those horrible things! Then bend over to receive your punishment!" With Cindy's help, it was only a moment until the twins' lovely breasts were naked, and their excited pink nipples were standing out as though demanding to be sucked. They bent over as ordered with their hands on the bed, and Cindy lifted their skirts to their waists. SMACK! "I will never wear a boring bra again!" Rhonda led. "I will never wear a boring bra again!" the twins chorused. WHACK! "I will never wear ugly underthings again!" "I will never wear ugly underthings again!" they replied. SMACK! "My tits will wear only lovely, lacy, sexy bras!" "My tits will wear only lovely, lacy, sexy bras!" WHACK! "Always remember this lesson! You may be seated on the bed. The twins obediently sat, as Valena quietly entered the room. She wore only a white lace bra and panties. She stepped up on the stage, as Rhonda demanded, "Where did you get those lovely lacy underthings?" "From Margaret here." Valena replied, pointing at me. Rhonda addressed Jessica, "Have you ever seen this brassiere?" "It looks like one of Mom's. She really likes that style." Turning to Elizabeth, Rhonda demanded, "Have you ever seen these panties?" "They could be Mom's. She has a bunch like them." "'Looks like' and 'could be' are not enough! You must feel them and smell them and taste them to be sure!" In no time the twins' hands were all over those panties and bra. They caressed Valena's breasts, and reached inside to pinch her nipples. Both twins inhaled deeply at Valena's crotch, and Liz began to lick those panties to try to find the taste of me. Soon they pulled the panties and bra off her, leaving my boss fully naked with them on the bed. "Margaret!" Rhonda demanded, Step forward and we shall examine you to see if these lacy underthings are yours." I stepped up on the stage with the other women, and was unsurprised when Rhonda commanded me to bend over with my hands on the bed. The twins were right that I had several identical sets of underwear, and at this time I was wearing ones exactly like those they had just removed from Valena. She sprawled nude on the bed with her pussy exposed to my lustful gaze and her body being caressed by my daughters. Willingly I bent over the bed, as it brought my face nearer to my employer's crotch. The riding crop ran up my inner thigh, lifting my skirt to expose my panties. Cindy's hands pulled my blouse free from my skirt and lifted it to my armpits, exposing my bra. "Guilty!" proclaimed Rhonda. "I find you guilty of keeping the lovely lacy underthings for yourself, and making your daughters do without. Prepare to receive your punishment!" Rhonda and Cindy finished pulling my clothes off, leaving me nude and bent over, leaning on the bed. SMACK! The feeling of the riding crop on my bottom was electric. "I will never let my daughters wear boring underwear again!" Rhonda dictated. "I will never wear let my daughters wear boring underwear again!" I replied. SMACK! WHACK! I was ready to cum as Cindy's hand spanked my bum. "My daughters will wear only lovely lacy sexy underthings!" "My daughters will wear only lovely lacy sexy underthings!" I cried. SMACK! WHACK! SMACK! The riding crop lashed across my bum, its tip parting the petals of my pussy. "I will teach them to dress for beautiful sex!" "Yes!" I cried as my daughters began to suck on Valena's nipples in front of my eyes. "I will teach them to dress for beautiful SEX!" I could no longer resist diving into Valena's succulent pussy. I leaned forward and slurped at her labia, then plunged my tongue into her wide-open cunt. Moments later I felt two cooling tongues on the backs of my thighs, as Rhonda and Cindy began licking their way toward my ass. Those two mouths went higher and higher, until each found a hole to suck on at the top of my thighs. I felt a head between my legs, and looked down there to see Cindy's pale blonde hair waving back and forth as she burrowed into my hot wet pussy. That meant that the tongue that was reaching so deliciously into my anus had to be Rhonda's. Elizabeth squirmed around and sat on Valena's face, and started grinding her pretty pink twat against my boss' mouth. I reached out and started to finger Jessie's cunt as she continued to gobble Valena's firm tits. We were six women in sexual heaven, as Valena was the first to cum; rewarding my hungry mouth with a gush of sweet cunt cream. Then Cindy's talented tongue brought me to a crashing climax as I felt my pussy erupt and drench her face in dew. The twins came together, and fell toward each other in exhaustion; kissing each other and fondling each other's pink little nipples. Behind me where I could not see them, Cindy and Rhonda brought each other to screaming orgasms, and we all collapsed on the be in satisfied bliss. When we gathered the energy to move again, the ladies of EROS helped the twins get dressed, minus their underwear. When we left the building, everyone gave everyone else a long kiss goodbye, and the panty-less girls each also got a quick fingering under their schoolgirl skirts.