Date: Mon, 9 Oct 2006 19:31:31 +1000 (EST) From: erica milligan Subject: MY BOUTIQUE This is a story of sex and lust between three women, if that offends you I suggest that you leave the page immediately. The story was written for my own pleasure but in publishing it on Nifty I hereby give permission for readers to down load it for their own reading pleasure, it may be sent to friends for their pleasure as long as the story is not published in a journal or any other publication that's intended for sale. If you are below the age of eighteen you should leave this story immediately. The story is the property of Erica Milligan THE STORY TITLE IS "MY BOUTIQUE" AND IS THE PROPERTY OF THE AUTHOR. If you think you have any suggestions by which I may improve my future stories I'd be delighted to hear from you. If you have found the story exciting or interesting and you'd like to tell me what it was that you liked please offer your comments, I'd really like to know. MY BOUTIQUE This is my first day in my own business, taken the opportunity to buy a smart little boutique more of less just to keep me occupied. It's certainly a very good location, tourists pass constantly particularly as they leave the ferries after a day on the islands. What better way to spend any spare cash, and I'm hoping they've got plenty, after a romantic day on a tropical island just off the coast. Lots of food shops and cafes for them to lounge around in, and afterwards, somewhere for them to spend their money in my boutique full of lovely clothes both for day and for evening I'm hoping that the women passing will have sufficient influence over their men folk to get them to open their wallets as wide as possible to buy their wives or girlfriends something nice to celebrate such a lovely day. I've got a couple of nice young women working for me. They'd worked for the previous owner and, not only on their recommendation, but principally my father's, I'd decided to splash out and buy the place. Early morning is not much of a shopping time, not many people around, probably all still sleeping in after eating and drinking too much the evening before. This gives us a reasonable amount of time to straighten the shop up, do a little stock take and any other things that need doing. It's easy for us with no customers around and so two of us have a cup of coffee to hand whilst the other one stands behind the counter close to the shopfront. I'm sorry I haven't introduced you to myself and the two girls have I? Well, I'm Erica, the proprietor, Sally, the dark one (part aboriginal and part islander) is the one on the counter at the moment and Millie (Millicent who refuses to answer to her full name) is helping get some more stock down from the higher racks. I've been so lucky with these two girls, they're experts at "conning" customers into perhaps buying something that they don't really need or want. Don't need to worry too much about `return customers", being almost exclusively tourists we don't expect them to come rushing back to the store with their two dollar purchases, cost them too much more in fares to return. Don't like to be like that but apparently it's the way things are done all along the holiday coast. Millie goes to the counter to let Sally have her coffee. It's quiet so rather than finish the stock movement we sit out the back where it's a little cooler. Sally has a nice pair of legs whereas I've noticed that with a lot of aboriginals they tend to have less muscular legs than we Europeans. We don't really know each other that well, I've only just taken over the business and I have been busy with my dad sorting out the books and changing banks, he has beneficial connections in that area. Sally starts to ask me something about my family and I tell her that they came from Scotland when I was little girl but had settled further south, I'd come up here after training as a travel agent. Marriage and children had come along so that rather brought the career to a quick end but I had no regrets about the children but the husband bit was of concern at the moment, I didn't elaborate. Sally had apparently come across to the mainland from Thursday Island looking for work, apparently there was none on the island and, I would think, it was her personality that got her the position with the previous owner. I'm hoping she proves as useful to me. She certainly knows a few funny stories about the `elders' on the island and we have no trouble passing a half hour. "Hoy", that's Millie calling out, "there's a tour bus just arrived at the ferry wharf" and sometimes like now, because they're early, they're making their way across the promenade, hopefully to spend lots of lovely money. It's been a nice day, not too many customers, but when the ferries start to return from the islands things will swing into action. Gee, just listening to these girls is an education in itself, they've got tourists eating out of their hands. Lots of quick humour, perhaps reminds me of a street market in somewhere like Trinidad, customers seem to be trying to throw money at the till. The girls have created a wonderful atmosphere but by about 5 o'clock the crowds are starting to thin out. Sally says that we may just as well start to clean up, the crowd won't be back until the restaurants start to serve dinner. Righto girls, lets pull the shutters down and get out of here. Who's for a beer, I'm shouting! Little hotel quite close, too small for the holiday crowd to use, I think that most of the men would prefer to drink there but their wives would prefer something more `classy". As a result of this, the `pub", much nicer Australian name than "hotel" is fairly quiet, probably mostly locals. The girls are not in the same kind of mood as I am. I'm so relieved that the day's over and that it went well. They're in the mood for large gin and tonics to be followed by the largest ice cold beer the establishment sells. Thanks for a wonderful first day for me girls, I was very anxious this morning but I think it's all gone well. I'm going to have a very large lemon squash with heaps of ice and a slice of lemon. I don't stay too long, I've got to get home to look after the family although there's not too much to worry about, the housekeeper will have everything under control. Bye girls, see you in the morning. "OK, but Erica, don't wear those damned silly high heel shoes tomorrow, give your feet a bit of a rest and wear sandals or something like that." Smart idea, was beginning to feel the strain, got a pair of lace ups in the wardrobe, I'll wear those. When I got home, I was surrounded by my tribe of kids jumping all over me, well the little ones were but the bigger ones were full of questions too. Well, do you think you'll like it mum? Haven't really got an idea, the girls helped me through the first day but I'm supposed to be the boss so every decision rests with me. Spent quite a lot of time with the kids, helping with homework although Paul and Maria helped quite a lot too, soon it was all done and the older kids went off to their bedrooms to do what they had to do. The housekeeper and I had a drink, she's a rum drinker, something I can't stand, when my husband got a bit drunk on it he was so obnoxious, and he stank to boot. No love for you tonight my dear! Anyway, we girls enjoyed our drinks, mine just a soft drink with ice and hers a rum and peppermint cordial. Ah, so nice to put the feet up for a while. What to wear tomorrow and especially which shoes? These look OK, nice sandals, should be OK in the shop, could be a bit of a problem if I have to climb the ladder again. Better make sure everything else is comfortable so a light cotton skirt, yes, that looks OK. "My goodness", that from Sally and Millie together as they stroll up to the shop from one direction and me from the opposite direction, "the girl looks as though she's ready for a holiday, sandals indeed". "No cheek from you two or it's down the coal mine and there'll be no rest for anybody" "Whoo hoo, yes boss, we're all ready for inspection." Cheeky devils, I'll show them whose boss, but I know I don't mean it. So, whose up the ladder today, looks like me, we'll want some more thongs down for the beach goers. For those who don't understand, a thong in Australia is a shoe, not an item of ladies underwear. It's a rubber sandal that has one strap that goes between the toes and is entirely suitable for the beach. No volunteers, didn't think so, better get up there Erica and get on with the job. I fetch the stepladder and open it just where the thongs are, they seem reasonably safe enough but just in case I'll get one of the girls to hold it for me. "Wow, just come and get a look at her knickers" Sally calls out to Millie, "absolutely beautiful, the knickers not her arse" she said. Millie looked up and said `don't know what you mean, the arse is kissable too". "Girls, girls, watch the language, what if we had customers in?" "We'd just lock the door and have a little play with you, I'd really like to kiss those lovely rosy cheeks and put my hands inside those silk knickers". "When are you going to let me down, you girls are so embarrassing". "Well, when are we going to get a closer look"? "Never if I can help it, now damned well get me down or you're both sacked". Australians have a reputation for being casual but this is going too far but there's no help from them. No play or no help getting down from the ladder, what could I do, as fas as I could see they held the whip hand and there was only one thing to do and that was say yes to whatever they wanted. "Now, come with us and they held my legs on the first rungs and then my hands as I neared the bottom. At one stage their hands had almost touched my bottom and I wondered if they'd felt my little shudder As I reached the ground they turned me round and led me into the store room at he back of the store. Sally put her arms around me and kissed me, it wasn't unpleasant, as a matter of fact I quite liked it. I tried to move back but Millie had come up behind me and put her hands round my waist, quite tightly. So I'm the proverbial meat in the sandwich, being kissed by Sally and having my bottom pressed by Millie. "Are you girls going to let me go?" "Why?" "Because I'm your boss". "So"? "If you don't let me go you're both fired". The damned cheek of these girls, they just laughed. Millie, in the meantime, had moved her hands from my waist to my breasts and was gently massaging them paying special attention to the area around my nipples and at the same time Sally had her mouth pressed to mine whilst trying to open my lips with her tongue. Now, Millie was making even more suggestive motions, pressing her pussy against my bottom. Oh, this is too much, I'm supposed to be their employer not their tart but why am I not resisting? Sally did eventually get her tongue in my mouth but is wasn't because she'd forced it in but rather because I'd wanted it in there, so very nice, oh so very nice. We were now at the stage where we were chewing on each other's tongues, not hard, just little sexy nibbles. In the meantime, Millie's hands had opened my blouse and loosened my bra, giving her excellent access to my firming breasts, which felt as though they were calling out to her. Change of attackers. Sally pushed Millie's hands from my nipples, turned me round and started to attack them quite fiercely herself. In the meantime, Millie was now facing me, or rather I was now facing Millie, which ever it was she'd taken over the kissing duties from Sally, couldn't fault her either, they've both go such luscious lips, so worthy of being kissed or sucked into my mouth as I was doing now. Millie, in addition to her kissing duties was thrusting her hips at me quite rapidly, thrust, thrust, thrust but then she stopped and I wondered why. Didn't take long to find out, her hands were lifting my skirt above my waist and showing off my knickers, when I say "showing off" I mean she'd stood back a little way and was admiring them commenting to me that they looked much better from this angle than they did when I was up the ladder. I didn't want her to talk by this time, I wanted her to get on with what she'd been doing but there was an interruption, the bell at the side of the roller shutter rang. Oh my god, we've been caught. Millie excused herself and went to the little door that opened in the centre of the roller shutter and I heard her say that there was a power failure and we'd probably be shut for at least another half hour. All this time, Sally had been groping my breasts with great gusto, pulling, twisting, squeezing etc and I hadn't needed to cooperate, she'd just taken what ever she wanted, my knees were wobbly with the strength of her attack. "Let me sit down, I really need it" "Feel better now Erica"? "Not really, just feel as though I've been run over by a train" but as she said that Millie returned and immediately wanted to take back her kissing rights and tit groping that she'd left to go to the door. "I've missed out on a bit whilst I've been away at the door" she said "so Sally can mind the door whilst I have a bit of a play". Her play was not with my breasts but in my pussy. You all know the kind of knickers I wear, you know, the silky ones with lace on them, so realising that they would be no impediment to her reaching my pussy lips she pushed her hand to the top of my legs very firmly brushing my knickers aside in the movement. Her index finger penetrated right to her knuckle and then she pulled it straight out again and shared the juice with me, herself and then she walked through the shop to Sally and gave her a lick too. The girls sat me down and made me comfortable in the back room whilst they opened the shop. Clearly, there were no customers because I could hear the raucous laughter as they shared a joke. I've no doubt that I was the centre of the joke but they were kindness itself that day, they wouldn't let me do anything strenuous, they did it all. I more or less just sat at the till staring out at the ocean and the few people passing by. When it came to closing time, Sally said I'll go and get some drinks from the pub and then we can have them here in private. I didn't give a thought to what she'd said, I was a million miles away, apparently on another planet. Would I be able to cope with this business now that I'd let these two girls do what? I couldn't think of a suitable word. It wasn't making love but it wasn't rape so what was it? I'd certainly enjoyed it even though it hadn't been enough but I couldn't possibly report these two girls to the authorities because if I was questioned I'd have to admit that I'd enjoyed it. "Smile Erica", that was Millie, it could always be worse, it could have been two men instead of two women and with that she closed the space between us and kissed me again. This is getting too much, it had to be because I was returning the kiss and pulling her hand to my breast. "Let's close early tonight" Millie said, I think we've deserved it". "But it's only early, not yet four and the boats will be here in half an hour or so, can't afford to turn business away". "OK, we'll stay on one condition and that's that we don't do any clearing up tonight, Sally and I will make an early start in the morning and get it all done before opening time." The question is, will that be alright with Sally but like the good girl she is she takes it all in her stride, only one condition is imposed and that is that she can kiss me whenever she wants, that's within reason of course. The way I'm feeling at the moment I'll definitely agree with that and Millie who's overheard everything agrees as long as she's included in the kissing. I should say that I had an awful morning but in truth I most certainly didn't, the girls were very good and kept the customers rolling through the store all I had to do was let them kiss me as they passed through the store room, but eventually, things just had to change didn't they. I think it started with Sally opening my blouse a little and then touching my breast, eventually though, Millie saw what was happening and she demanded her `rights" too. As the day wore on I was getting more and more aroused and before lunch time I was actively looking for them to touch me. I'd also masturbated in the toilet whilst they were both busy but this hadn't relieved me of the desire to be seduced by both of these girls. We work quite hard when the ferries come in but dead on 6 o'clock the shutter comes down and drinks are out of the fridge, seats are found and the chatter starts about the day's proceedings. Sally interrupts the chatter with a movement across the space in between the seats we've found, she's moved straight to me and stroked my hair whilst her lips found mine. Oh, very nice but then she's left me and she's kissing Millie in the same way. Oh, I'm jealous that she's kissing another girl but I had no need to be because both of them are now kissing me. It's difficult getting two tongues in my mouth but like a good soldier I do my duty to the best of my ability. My heart has started to race and I can't see an end to this, that's not that the girls will not let me go, it's more that I won't let the girls go. I guess I've waited all day for closing time to arrive and now that it's here I'm expecting or hoping that I'm going to have sex with at least one of them, preferably both of them. The girls must have been talking between themselves about what they were going to do to me because after the shutters were down they came at me together and took one each of my arms and pulled me back to the wall. Funny place to hold me but a surprise was in store, apparently they'd discussed the method of my seduction during the day and had decided that they'd make it a double pronged attack. By that I mean, or at least I found, that they intended to seduce me together, the design of the attack was that initially the first prong of the attack would be my breasts. Consequently, both of them took hold of my blouse and whilst part of it had been open for quite a while they slowly, and in concert, unbuttoned me down to the waist while at them same time they shared kisses. I didn't share in the kisses even though I asked them for one, please, but as far as kisses were concerned they were sharing each others lips and I was excluded. By now of course, my bra was exposed with the front fastener there for either to open it if they so desired but apparently feeling me and kissing each other was more important. I'm not a woman who generally uses bad language but I was being driven by my passion to ask them to get on with it and fuck me!!!!!!!!!!!!! They each gave me a smile as if to say "told you, I said the bitch would ask for it eventually". Two mouths on your breasts are divine, two hands tugging at your nipples is excruciating pain but move the other hands to my pussy and all is forgiven, I'm in heaven. The girls are giving a prize winning performance, don't quite know how both of them have got a hand inside my knickers but they're touching my pussy lips gently moving up and down each side of my pussy lips. No attempt to enter me, at this stage, maybe it will follow later, just the gentle stroking before moving to the top of pussy and one pulled the hood back whilst the other lifted my "clit" out from under the protective hood. All this has got to be planned because Sally moves to her knees while Millie stands to take one of my nipples in her mouth. Sally is lifting my dress again and when she has it out of her way her fingers are again reaching to my pussy, pushing the knickers out of the way and instead of her hand it's her mouth that's trying to get my"clit" in her mouth. I'd better help her but my hand gets smacked out of the way so her mouth can do just what it wants. In the meantime, Millie's mouth is tormenting my left nipple, pulling, twisting, sucking whilst at the same time her hand is tormenting my right nipple unmercifully, so hard, perhaps too hard but I won't stop her. Sarah is now bringing little dew drops to my surface, just enough to wet her appetite for more. Perhaps she's thinking it's about time to apply a little more pressure to my lips but no, her fingers are now there, such lovely slim fingers that could torment me into giving away all of my possessions. The hand is now at the gates to heaven pulling my knickers out of the way so that she can really get to me, her mouth dives back to me, I really mean dives, the force with which her mouth meets my pussy is like someone smacking me. Oh god, more Sally, much more, much, much more. Her fingers have now surrendered to the magnetism of my pussy and I feel them now enter me with gusto. Millie has now left my breasts and she's on her knees too, oh god, can I stand the agony of two women performing oral sex on me. Their tongues are touching each others and during the course of this they're licking my "cum" from me and sharing it between themselves. There are still only Sally's fingers inside me but now Millie is searching for space to put hers and there is an almighty struggle for mastery over my pussy. I can't stand too much more of this and I think it's apparent to the women, I think they're now a little concerned over my welfare and the work being put I down there is being reduced so that I'm slowly coming down form my high, and what a high. They tell me that during their onslaught I've been moaning and asking for forgiveness for being a naughty girl. Sally and Millie are now lowering me to a seat, I must look awful, they seem so concerned but I ask them both for another kiss. Not the kisses that they've been giving me during the course of intercourse, no that sounds stupid, they've fucked me, that's the simple way to say it. "Are you OK"? "Just give me a little time to rest and then I'll know". It takes about ten minutes before I start to feel somewhat better and then another five minutes to be able to stand up on my own. The girls are very concerned but I assure them I'm fine. I am, I really am. Wouldn't like to go through that too often but once I a lifetime is absolutely wonderful. "Take me for a drink girls and then I think we may leave the store closed tomorrow". No boss, after today we think we owe you "big time". Tomorrow's store opening's on us. Couldn't argue with that, if it came to the crunch I couldn't make it there tomorrow, I'm far too tired but I'm not complaining, never been done by two women before, don't know that I'd recommend it as a regular experience but once in a lifetime, absolutely stupendous. [The author needed to change email accounts and hopes that all readers will re-contact her to recreate her address book.]