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As I finished reapplying my make-up, I looked at my co-workers next to me in the Ladies Room. We were lined up before the mirror with a dressing table at pussy level, all naked save for our stockings, shoes and make-up. The new dress code for the office had been accepted without complaints.Isobel, the petite brunette with large soft breasts, in charge of Pussy Notice, ran her fingers across her V-shaped mound before a finger disappears between her pussy lips. I could see her pierced lip-ring glistening with juices. It would be up to us to sell our new look to Mrs. Anderson, the first client with an appointment for the day.Maureen, the Pussy Wetting (production) manager, a true redhead, had a dreamy look in her eyes. She had a tough time applying lipstick to her smiling red lips. The daisy chain with the other two must have given her a lot of pleasure. I’ve never seen such a serene look on her face.Prudence, the secretary of The Pussy Power Company, with the body of a porn star and the brains of a fish, walked up to me. We stood nipple-to-nipple, face-to-face.She leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “She is mine, Jo-Ann. You leave her alone.” She must have seen me eating Victoria’s pussy, the new owner of Pussy Power.I didn’t take too kindly to threats. I retaliated by cupping my hand over her shaven mound, inserting two fingers in her still dripping pussy.Pushing my tits flat against hers, I answered softly in her ear, “She’s the boss and she’ll fuck whoever she wants.” I twisted my fingers deep in her pussy and rubbed the palm of my hand over her clit. “Ever since I met you, I wanted to make love to you.” I stuck my wet tongue into her ear and felt her squirm. “Don’t spoil my passion for you with jealousy.”I pushed her shapely buttocks against the dressing table, straddling her leg, thereby trapping my hand against her pussy. My rock-hard nipples rubbed across her erect nubs. Riding my bare pussy over her stocking-clad leg, I wiped my pussy juice on the company’s product. If it didn’t leave a mark, we had a winner. I felt her relax as she brought her hands to my face and then kissed me softly on the mouth.She glided her tongue over my lips to gain access to my mouth. As I tried to catch my breath, she darted her tongue deep into my mouth. Sucking on her tongue and finger fucking her pussy, I made good on my fantasy of fucking Prudence.”I don’t want to be a party pooper, you two love birds,” I heard Maureen trying to break up our wrestling love match. “Mrs. Anderson will be here in a minute.”Stepping back, I popped my fingers from her vagina, and stuck it into her mouth. She greedily licked her own pussy juices off.”Friends?” I pleaded. There was no trace of my wet juices on Beşevler escort her stockings.”Lovers?””Of course.” We embraced before we all moved out the door. I was happy with the outcome of the little confrontation. As Pussy Licking manager, I had to keep everybody happy. I hoped to make the other two my lovers as well. As I was the first to pleasure Victoria, I sensed the green monster rearing its ugly head. Hopefully, my little demonstration in the Ladies Room convinced the others of my wanton lust for them all.We moved to our glass-walled offices. I quickly caught up with Isobel, before her naked buttocks disappeared into her office.”Isobel, my dear. Wait up.” In her office, I made myself at home in her soft couch. The warm color scheme of the office matched her brown hair and her strong character, making me feel at home. I sprawled my long-tanned legs in front of me, giving a clear view to Isobel of my smooth pussy. She took her seat behind the desk.”Will you bring her to my office? I am not sure I can face her naked, yet,” asked Isobel. “I don’t know if I can sell anything naked.””Of course, you can. We’re selling sex and the best way to do it is naked.” I wouldn’t want to miss seeing Mrs. Anderson’s face when she realized that we’re all naked.”Would you model some of Pussy Power’s latest creations for her?””Why don’t we get her naked to fit it on herself?” I asked.The ring of the door chime cut her answer off. I quickly moved to reception to open the door for Mrs. Anderson. Prudence was behind the tall counter, invisible to anyone at the door. Mrs. Anderson dressed in an expensive blue designer’s dress, looked very sexy for a forty-something woman.A lot of money, hard work and a too-strict diet kept her in shape. I wondered how she looked naked. As she entered, she was too busy putting her keys in her bag to notice me at first.Then, realizing my state of undress, she stopped. Her gaze followed my flesh-colored stockings to the top of my naked thighs, over my clean-shaven pussy, hesitating a moment to take in my protruding clit, before it moved over my flat tummy, my 36C breasts to halt on my face.”Good God, Jo-Ann!” Her knees buckled. “You’re naked!” Then she collapsed into my arms.”Prudence,” I shouted. “Come help me.” We quickly carried Mrs. Anderson to Isobel’s office and lowered her on the couch. Isobel looked concerned and dithered over the prone woman.”That’s why I didn’t want to see her first,” said a shaky Isobel, dabbing a wet cloth on Mrs. Anderson’s face. Mrs. Anderson groaned, her eyes fluttered open and she saw the naked Isobel on her knees, next to the couch.”Amanda Anderson,” I said sternly. “Before you faint again, you’re Çankaya escort bayan not dreaming. We are all naked.” I was behind Isobel, my hand resting on her naked shoulder. I bet Amanda Anderson had a sexy view of my pussy.I continued, “We are celebrating the business’ new name and this is our new office uniform. We are here to serve you. So please, enjoy the spectacle.””Thank you, my dear,” came her weak response. It must have been her diet. She was not getting enough calories.”Prudence, be a dear and order a Chicken Salad for Mrs. Anderson,” I commanded. “Remember to take the order in your new uniform.”By now, Isobel was comfortable in her nakedness and sat next to Mrs. Anderson, taking her hand. “You are punishing yourself too much with all these restrictive clothes. What do you say, Jo-Ann, shouldn’t we help Mrs. Anderson get rid of it?” She immediately started to unbutton Amanda Anderson’s dress. Good, the real Isobel, champion salesperson of the year, was in charge. I hurried to get our latest products from the stores.By the time I returned, Mrs. Anderson was naked and like putty in Isobel’s hands. Amanda had medium-sized breasts, a flat tummy and sinewy muscled legs. I could see a few ribs beneath her skin. The dark bush between her legs was the only untidy item on her person. Not for long. Isobel already had her clippers and shaving kit out. She reassured Mrs. Anderson as she clipped the pubic hair off to reveal a neglected pussy.”My dear Mrs. Anderson,” said Isobel unemotionally, as if she was doing her nails. “Why are you so bushy down here? Don’t you like your pussy? Every woman should be proud of her lady landscape and take care of it.” Mrs. Anderson was slouching on the couch, her legs wide open, trusting another woman between her legs with a shaving kit. Shaking with passion, she was unable to answer.Isobel applied the lather over the entire area and carefully shaved the pubes and anus of a very rich client of Pussy Power. I thought that we should incorporate the denuding of pussies to our client service. I would discuss this at our next meeting.Isobel sat back, wiping the last foam from a naked vulva, inspecting her handiwork. I could see moisture seeping through our client’s crinkled pussy lips. Mrs. Anderson’s hands grabbed Isobel by the hair and push her face into her aching vulva. Fortunately, the manager of Pussy Notice was quick to respond. Circling her arms underneath Amanda Anderson’s legs, Isobel reached up to grab hold of Amanda’s breasts. This action forced Amanda’s legs up in the air, giving Isobel unrestricted access to the newly shaved pussy.Isobel looked like a good pussy licker. I was impressed that she Escort Cebeci didn’t attack the vulva like a kamikaze pilot, slobbering all over the show. I could see her licking around the outer lips before she delicately nibbled on Amanda’s clit. Using her tongue to part the crinkled lips like Moses did with the Red Sea, Isobel gained access to a neglected pleasure hole. What a damn shame. This woman starved herself to be acceptable to her husband, but he was more interested in making money or in sport, leaving another unfulfilled wife.Isobel’s attention to our client’s genitals had my pussy juices flowing. Women were not supposed to be visually stimulated, but what a lot of Freudian psychobabble. When we see someone receiving pleasure, we were also stimulated. I dropped to my knees behind Isobel. Touching her wet pussy sent shivers down my spine. I played with her lip-ring and found that my fingers are on fire with the heat from her sex. I circled her vagina entrance with my middle finger and slowly inserted it into her pussy. She pushed her ass back at my hand, looking for a cock.”In the top drawer,” mumbled Isobel into the wet pussy of Amanda. In a flash, I opened the desk drawer and found a strap-on dildo. More surprises from this stranger I’ve known for a few years. Puzzling to fit the contraption on, I eventually figured it out. The one end went in my pussy with a clit stimulator, the other, thicker end into Isobel’s pussy.The plastic cock was about eight inches long and about five inches in circumference. Kneeling behind her, I slowly moved my hips forward, pushing my “cock” into Isobel’s pussy. With every push, my clit and vagina got stimulated too. I grabbed hold of her hip with my left hand and sneaked my right arm over her belly to work on her clit.Soon we had the right rhythm going, Isobel eating pussy and I fucking her from behind. It wasn’t long before our pleasures build to a point of no return. Isobel didn’t miss a beat with the attention she was giving Amanda Anderson. Our moans reached a crescendo and exploded into orgasmic bliss. I felt the power a man must experience, as I entered another woman’s pussy with my fake cock, and at the same time felt like I’m fucking myself with the dildo stimulating my cunt and clit.As my pussy muscles contracted around the dildo, Isobel shuddered ripple through to my hand on her clitoris. I leaned forward, bending over her back with my left hand playing with her swinging breasts. Ms. Amanda Anderson was the first to climax, a big one after so many years of being ignored. The life juices flowing from her pussy triggered Isobel’s orgasm. Her shaking movements put too much pressure on my own pleasure zones. In no time, I had a mind-blowing orgasm, my first big one for the day.As I withdrew, I collapsed on Isobel with my face close to Amanda’s exposed lady landscape, dripping with nectar. She had a beautiful mound, with delicate, now puffy lips and pink interior. No woman should hide such beauty beneath a jungle of tangled hair.

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