Sales GirlMy wife Daisy had recently lost her job. She was twenty-nine then, our kids in the primaries. Now what was Daisy going to do? The question struck to her core. For a few weeks, Daisy had been making pretty good money selling adult novelties in people's homes, much like Tupperware parties, except, well, not just anyone was invited. And this is what happens when you don't know your hostess. By way way of intro, my wife is never promiscuous, teetotaller, no known fetish or vices, except occasional flashing tendencies.
She is voluptuous, easily aroused but timid. She was not what most modernists would call stereotypically gorgeous, but I found her attractive. She was a big girl in more ways than one. I am 6, 2," but I was only a couple of inches taller then her, and she was well built too. I wouldn't have called her buxom, although she was carrying some excess weight; she was just naturally a large woman, with strong widish shoulders, powerful legs, and with a big butt and boobs. I would guess she probably weighed slightly less than I did, and I'm around 200 pounds. She never made any advances. She had a natural beauty, almost conquering, throwing physical challenges to any man of virility. I have had to protect her in bus, crowded train compartments and I am phycially equipped for that. Nationality and race are immaterial as you will realize. She is very fair, a little hairy, though she waxes herself almost every week.
This story happened sometimes, geographical locations withheld, when we were passing through an economic crisis, though never despirited. I had some jo, not 9 to 5, though the income was steady. We could have resonably manged, but with two young kids, demands were going up day in and day out. Me her husband and Daisy had needed some extra money, and a small article in our newspaper had piqued her interest. Daisy was sure I would admit that it piqued me as well. From my perspective, I lost weekend days and nights with her, but I gained by testing the wares and hearing my stories of women's reactions during my demonstrations. And although Daisy told her customers that all transactions were strictly confidential, she always shared with me what our friends and neighbors bought. It was wickedly fun and led to some good sex. Her first few outings had been very difficult.
The company Daisy represented, although having a great product line, didn't have a suggested list of people for her to call upon for home shows. So, that meant Daisy had to start with her friends. This had been awkward in our somewhat conservative social circle, but, everyone enjoys sex, that too with home deliveries... The sales got better, and pretty soon, Daisy was into the third and fourth generation of shows from people who had attended her earlier ones. Daisy learned that to sell her items, it was important to put the ladies at ease, and, at times, to non-provocatively demonstrate what the gadgets did, or how they were worn. The biggest selling point had been suggesting how the items could be used to surprise their husbands, to turn the humdrum of marital status quo into a night of fun and passion. The parties rarely got out of hand, and generally only when liquor was involved. But, polite or raunchy, Daisy had learned how to make it fun-filled. And besides, it was among girls, often with others much more open than Daisy was about sharing my sex life with others. It normally took one to two hours for "some show, more tell" of her various products. Then, Daisy would retreat to a bedroom, where each of the women would enter to purchase their items privately, so that no one would know what she had purchased. Daisy kept a stock of all the "toys," but some sizes of lingerie Daisy had to special order. But overall, her sample bag and boxes included what seemed to sell the most. Making $1,000 to $2,000 per show was quite nice, and it had recently begun to get very easy, almost second nature.
Women who chose their friends to attend such a non-conventional affair generally selected those who were either randy to begin with, or had a desire to be randy for a change. Daisy had learned in idle conversation with her customers that the ones who spent the most money had told their spouses where they were going. Their "credit limits" were enthusiastically removed by their husbands as a result. Further, Daisy encouraged the hostess to provide wine, which definitely seemed to soften inhibitions. Sales wwas steady, and steadily good. Daisy just couldn't let anyone else take a close look at all the cardboard boxes in her garage and ba
A small voice withing her cried, "Nooooo!" But she wasn't interested in listening to it. Her hard nipples confirmed what her **** was screaming at her. This was like a fantasy that Daisy didn't know she had. Control remained the issue. This could get out of hand, but, still... Daisy wanted it. "Okay...BUT, you each have to line up your chairs at least 10 feet away and stay there, except for the person buying the merchandise. Any only live projection, no recording." She could handle one on one. Vincent and Alan set about the camera tripod and there was a huge plasma televison, where she came alive in minutes. Her face first and body parts, beginning with her pierced navel expanding and zooming in all directions. If her **** was streaming, Daisy gave no damn to hide it. Vincent nodded. "Gentlemen?" There was general agreement. But Daisy wasn't going to start with the vibrators. She pulled the bag of clothes closer, that she had just showed them, and began by randomly pulling three items out of it. She could see that Vincent, at least, appreciated the sales tactic in the move. "Okay, Daisy, we'll start with the clothes. But there's no dressing rooms here. You will do the demon the table, in whatever way you like. " Without permission, Vincent had arranged a huge glass topped "demo table as he said, with a few focus lights, from the floor. She did not as why. The thrill was spreading to her groin and she welcomed the comely feeling. Be still, my racing heart. Daisy gave him her best come-hither look, and replied saucily, "Obviously, assuming you're brave enough to dress me up." Her voice sounded much braver than she felt. Daisy would normally have the hostess do most of the modeling, if any were needed, as part of her duties for the $200 worth, or 10%, of products that she could choose for inviting her friends, providing refreshments, etc. And it added to the fun when the ladies knew who it was that was modeling. So, Daisy hadn't come here prepared to be undressed. But, she supposed it doesn't really matter, except that her plain bra and panties would show that she wasn't practicing what she preached... The clothing was laid out, so Daisy offered, "Who wants to be first?" Vincent, of course. Approximately 45 years old and full of executive level confidence and swagger. He walked towards her and picked out a bustier.
Daisy had him record it on his sales list. It was a good thing she had given them pens. She wouldn't want them erasing orders after this. Her skin began to feel hot as she turned her back to the men to undress. Shoes. Off. Spulled her T-shirt over her head, and then released the clip at the back of her big white bra which fell away, and her huge boobs burst forth. Wow, the sight of them had Vincent literally lick his lips. They were lovely; very smooth and pale looking, and for a 29 year-old woman they were too erect, probably due to their size. Best of all they were topped by massive erect dark pink nipples. What WAS she doing? Off. Panty hose. She appeared to be in a trance. She need to remember to wear garters next time. She was getting way ahead of herself here. She may have been a shy, slightly nervous young woman, but she knew what she wanted now all right: she pulled her knees up and her jeans down and off in a surprisingly slinky efficient moment, leaving her now wearing only a tight black thong and a big smile., noticing for the first time the silence in the room.
She was showing off her beautiful legs only a model could have, with a beautiful tan that ran down to her very toes, painted with black nail polish. But her face was the fairest of all: cute yet sexy Asian complexion, her eyebrows poised in an innocent but seductive provocation, her nose small and petite, her lips full and luscious. Her eyes, her eyes were mesmerizing, carrying a charm and a deep secret within the dark pupils. Her hair was a pitch black on top with some blonde patches on the side from the sun, adding to her overall sexy appearance. The blue make up around her gave her already magical eyes an exotic outline and appearance of a goddess one can only see in their dreams and wake up not knowing what words to use to describe her divine beauty. Just the sounds of their suddenly heavy breathing and a faint football game in the background. Looking over her shoulder, she made sure that everyone but Vincent, the host, was still in their seats. They were. This was misunderstood as a tease, and they Said a few things that She could only imagine might be appropriate in a ***** club. Then they got silent again, hoping, She supposed. Looking down at the top of her breasts, smooth and tan, she decided that she did want to tease them. Daisy looked over her shoulder, smiled, and dropped her bra, which was followed by a chorus of cheers. Panties. Daisy worked them off her hips and down her legs, her bare *** facing the men. She stood there mother naked, as the camera zoomed on her in vicious angles, with glossy lights of the floor, catching with her insides.This was, more or less, the pivotal point. Daisy realized that by being the tease, Daisy maintained control, or at least Daisy hoped. But it kept them in their seats. So Daisy wiggled her butt as she reached for the bustier. "Forgetting something?" Vincent stepped beside her, and slowly lowered himself to one knee, eye level with her ****. The camera zoomed her privates to full-screen. The tease in her suddenly departed. She didn't know what shade it was, but she couldn't imagine there was a brighter red in the universe going by the projections. He held the bustier at her feet so that she could step into it. Thank goodness she was low on inventory on the ones that snapped in the crotch and hadn't brought them. Then he rose, slowly, eyes level with the outfit as he raised it, eyeing and seemingly smelling her **** closely as the outfit caught between her legs, then stretched over her abdomen, and finally, up to her 38C's where he jiggled the cups just enough to cover her nipples, while briefly pinching one nipple between his fingers, the sly dog. He then turned her around to face the others while he zipped her back side, making the bustier fit closely to her form, and thrusting her breasts upward. She felt the tickling spread out to her whole being accelerated by the mounting catcalls from the men, some of who had already unzipped their flies and "vows" from the scandalized ladies. Daisy adjusted the cantilevered straps slightly so that her huge breasts remained comfortably in, smugly in. I entered the hall at that point and if she was shocked on seeing me, she did not buckle. A sensuous, but cruel smirk, covered her face. Aside from me, her husband, Daisy had never been naked in front of another man, aside from doctors, since her college days, 10 years ago. Daisy had forgotten over the years of our marriage those moments of embarrassment when a man sees her naked for the first time, which were followed by pangs of excitement as a few dozen eyes and the zoom-lens of the cameras, no three of them in different angles, devoured her body, hungry for the gift she was giving to them, the clumsy voyeurs.
And while Daisy wasn't giving herself that way, Vincent's slow inventory of her body reminded me of the power the female form held over men. By comparison, his attention made seem to take her for granted. THIS was a turn-on. With great pleasure on his face, Vincent said, "Ahem. I believe you were supposed to model also." Daisy took a breath and then walked closer to the men, struck a pose revealing her cleavage, turned around, and struck another pose. And then she climbed on the demo-table, the bottom lights illumnating her insides obscenely. This sale was done. Forty, no. Eight dollars in the bag. The room became quiet again as she moved near the two remaining clothing items. Their faces were staring towards her crotch. With a glance first at the projection screen and then downward, it was then that she noticed that she had shaved her **** only recently, though some of her brown hairs were peeking out liberally from both sides of the thin ***** of material that "covered" her crotch. It couldn't be helped now. And so it was that she began working through the bag. Daisy had repacked the bag randomly, so there was a mixture of provocative and, relatively, conservative clothing in each mix of 3 items. This became so much the case that they began bidding against each other for the more revealing outfits, and then had to take turns buying the plainer sets to spread the costs. And they were motivated to buy all the clothes so that they could get to the toys. However they split their purchases, it suited her. It totaled the same. One guy took out a cell phone and made a phone call and suddenly clicked her before Daisy could stop him, so she requested that he not invite anyone else nor take snaps. Those that were there or due to arrive was as much, and Daisy hoped not more, than she could handle. There was no doubt that they had to be getting more satisfaction here than at a ***** club. As they took their turns, their hands covered her from her feet to her neck, and each man had seen all that there was of her, so the more exotic outfits became easier to try on. The shyness melted, although Daisy felt unusually conspicuous among a group of fully dressed men. But then there was Leon who seemed to torment her. Leon had his pants and boxers around his ankles and his eleven inch **** in his hand. He was slowly massaging himself while he watched her show. He looked at her crotch and saw a little brown stripe of pubic hair. He could see that her **** was dripping a little after seeing his large member.
But after the first few men, it didn't matter if they saw or pinched her nipples through a bra, or all of her body through a see through body suit, as she was made to try out one after the other, skimpier the slower. Besides, it became clear that buying the merchandise was an excuse just to grab a feel, as they fondled her breasts and huge hips in turn. Daisy wa unnerved at first, but being desired by a group of men was a feeling that, Daisy had to admit, was...delicious. So Daisy playfully reprimanded them when they grabbed a ***, or slid a finger between her legs when pulling up panty hose. Limitations had been set, although it was unnerving to hear a man talk about how wet his finger was after briefly touching her sex. And it was true. Daisy just couldn't let them know how good that brief touch felt, and it was a struggle to keep her body from shivering in response. The last outfit was the plainest, a simple bra and panty set. Blue satin, with revealing cuts, but not uncomfortable to wear. As if that would even occur to them. Her nervousness wasn't extreme, however. The men had kept to the rules. And besides that, they were having a good time, and were generally acting...nicely. As Daisy moved the two toy boxes to the table, she realized just what lay within. They didn't. Daisy hadn't paid attention to the what they were discussing, but then Vincent spoke up. "Daisy, instead of you setting the items out, how about we take turns and grab something from the bag, which we will buy at four times the price." That seemed reasonable, and it would avoid their debating who was going to buy what. That would speed things up, maybe, and everything depended on her keeping control of her responses. And Daisy, rather her dripping **** spoke that spoke of what she wanted.
Vincent went first, and seeing what he had chosen, furrowed his eyebrows. This was a sale that his wife would probably never see. Daisy hoped the $500 was worth the experience. Daisy curled her finger to bring him towards her, and asked him to remove her bra, which he did, gladly. Daisy opened the box of what was called a nipple enlarger. Daisy had tried it once, and it didn't do much good for her. It included small rubber rings and a hand pump. "Place the rubber ring on the long throat of the pump." He did. The rubber ring was tight against the throat and, he couldn't move it far. Daisy guided his hand to her breast, and placed the suction end of the pump around her erect nipple and firmly against her breast. "Start squeezing, slowly." She was always intrigued by nipple suction pumps. There are low-tech suction devices, metal stretchers and the more high-tech vacuum devices. All of these systems are very popular. Of course, when she had tried it, she was alone and was nowhere close to turned on. As her nipple was drawn into the tube, the sensation was exquisite. Her nipples are normally about 3/8" long, but after a few squeezes, the length doubled as it was drawn inside the tube. it was hard to speak. "Okay. Be careful not to break the seal, and move the rubber ring off the end." He understood, and just as he moved it off the end and onto her nipple, he gave the pump a hard squeeze. Her mouth just hung open as the sensations took the interstate from her nipple to her ****. Her nipple was red, long, and caught in an exquisite pinch by the rubber ring. As she regained some composure, Daisy realized that Vincent was starting on her other nipple, which ended with a similar result. As the camera zoomed out her nipples, she avoided watching the screen, which showed some gargantuan projections. Vincent was all smiles. Daisy was hoping he was happy, because he now owned the shop. Another of the men asked a question, which came to her through a clearing fog. Selvyn, that was it. "Other than a torture device," everyone laughed, "why would someone want that?" Fair question. Daisy reached for her blouse and put it on. "it's generally for women with smaller nipples that want to show a little something through their shirt. As Daisy looked down at her exaggerated nipples poking into the shirt, Daisy added, "In this case, it could be used if a woman wanted to look promiscuous or obscene." They nodded some understanding. But perhaps there were some more sales here. "Just imagine if your wife met you at a restaurant or a bar like this..." The thought carried to their imaginations, and Selvyn, at least, made a mark with his pen.
The sensations had ended with what Daisy presumed to be numbness. Then Vincent asked, with a greedy smile, "And how do we get them off?" Daisy rolled her eyes and held his hands. "Carefully," Daisy replied. She placed his left hand around her breast to hold it against the pulling action required to roll the ring off. He understood, and after adjusting his hand unnecessarily on her breast, he began working the ring off. The sensations once again flowed as the blood returned to her nipple. Soon, both were on fire and bright fiery red. Vincent returned to his seat, and Max, probably in his late 20's and the shyest of the bunch, took his turn. Bad luck on her part. Nipple rings, but at least they weren't the clamps. He grinned as he opened the box. The rings had two small balls on their ends which touched to form the circle. The rings had been formed to compress at these points, and Max approached her breasts. They didn't grip tightly, but as sensitive as Daisy was, they didn't feel particularly good. He played with them briefly before all but ******* them off. "Owwww!" escaped her lips. The shy one had a mean streak, or maybe he just didn't know any better. Max apologized, sincerely, as he retreated to his seat. He looked happy with his purchase, but it wasn't worth the $250 Daisy was going to get. Morgan, the black beast, was next. He had been pretty quiet, but funny when he spoke. About her age and attractive. Shoot, they were all attractive, but at the moment, they were attracted to her. Her ego soared. Regular exercise for a mother of two had been well worth it. He reached into the other box, and pulled out the item that Daisy was probably most afraid of. Thigh/wrist cuffs. Daisy had to give a reminder. "All right gentlemen. Remember the agreement. You stay in your seats." Morgan had already opened the box, seen the picture on the cover and was fastening a Velcro fabric around her thigh. Then he did the other. Daisy was standing, so he moved her right arm to her thigh, and fastened it with another Velcro loop that was attached. Then he did the other arm. Daisy couldn't move, and Daisy didn't like the loss of control. Morgan stepped behind her and commented to the group, "I guess that's what bondage is about. Once you tie her up, you can have your way with her." As he said this, he reached around and grabbed both of her breasts, enjoying the handfuls.
Then he said, "I think I'll enjoy these," and undid her arms. Whew. That could have turned out...how? Daisy didn't want to get ****** by almost strangers. Marital commitment, disease possibilities, and...no birth control! it hadn't dawned on her about that. Daisy had just recently had her diaphragm removed when her. Daisy had to stay in control, of them and herself. Tall, dark and handsome, the new vibrator is fashioned after Carrie Bradshaw's on/off boyfriend Mr. Big. What's so special about Mr. Big you may ask. Well the manufacturers tell us that he "has extra-long rabbit ears, dozens of gyrating pearls and easy push-button controls." Though the new Sex And The City film doesn't promise that Carrie and her man will live happily ever after, like the gentleman he is, Mr. Big always delivers a happy ending. Tall, dark, and handsome stood, and Daisy couldn't remember his name. He pulled out...tickling panties. Well, he was going to have to wash them before giving them to his wife. He looked at her, curiously. Daisy explained, "They're kind of fun. They don't tickle, but they include a vibrating pad in the crotch. The part you will probably like is that they work with remote control up to 20 feet." Morgan looked like he had won the lottery for the Love Egg Vibrator. For the uninitiated, she gave a clinical elaboration. "Egg vibrators are versatile sex toys that can please a woman or man in multiple ways. They are small and discreet and can be inserted into the vagina or pressed gently onto the labia and clitoris. As you learn how to use an egg vibrator, initially apply pressure with it softly to avoid over-stimulating yourself or your partner." "Seeing is believing", Morgan quipped. He knelt down and lowered her panties, exposing her **** yet again to the men and the mean camera lens. He held up the panties where everyone could see clearly the shade of the material where it was dry, and the darker shade where it was soaked. Thanks. Daisy stepped into the new panties, which he guided up her legs. He made a minor adjustment to make sure that the pad was firmly set against her ****, and smelled his fingers which were wet with her juices. Thanks, again. He then sat in his chair and told her to walk around on the table and then the hall. it was the knowing of what would happen, and not the when, that gave her uneasiness and to him a huge grin. Because an egg vibrator can create intense vibrations,
He rubbed the "egg" around her labia to gauge how she felt. Once he was sure of how much pressure she enjoyed, he put it on her throbbing **** and its hood. It jolted her. But it was better than their occasional touch with a finger, MUCH better. it built. it stopped. it began. Suddenly he withdrew it and she flinched and the audience burst out in laughter. Morgan took it out, and somebody helped him with a jar of pteroleum jelly, which he gleefully applied on the egg lubricating it well using a water-ba
Slowly. Daisy could only imagine the view as he saw her lips part and the egg emerge, still vibrating, and now audible. She asked one, "hi; how can you talk and caress my thigh that the same time?" "Practice my dear lady, practice." He mused as he finely pinched her labia. Her sexual stimulation had been building over the course of more than an hour. So when Tom pressed the vibrator tip to her clitoris she almost exploded. The thrill, the sensation set her heart to beating and she shook so bad she had almost fallen down off the demo-table. She let out a little moan and everyone looked at her. She tried to smile but all she could do was close her eyes and send river of fluid to run down between her legs. Hugh was sitting across from her. He jumped up and came around the table. Hugh pulled back his chair close to her mid-section, sniffing on her ****. She knew what he wanted so she spread her legs as Hugh dropped to his knees and placed his head on her ****. She let out a cry of pure joy and climaxed for the second time even while she was still pouring out juice from the first. Daisy shook slightly, the vibrations having felt almost too good within her. Hugh moved closer to where Daisy could see him, and licked the egg, adding, "Thanks! Daisy," he added almost as an afterthought. Daisy took a deep breath, leaned up, looked over the newcomers, and lost her breath. She was not aware that I had come to pick her up long back but just had gotten myself a chair at the side and was sitting in line with the others. I was wearing the biggest ****-eating grin Daisy had ever seen, and my hand was rubbing a stiff erection under my pants. I winked at her, which at least meant I wasn't yanking her butt out of there. Would I be mad? I didn't look it. Daisy wasn't sure if any of the men knew I was, and Daisy wasn't about to bring it up. Still, it gave her a little security knowing that I was there. The men were disappointed to learn that she didn't have any other remote controlled items, but happy to learn that she had ample stock of those they had seen. More pen movements. Incredible. Various vibrating ****** came next. Daisy knew she had two rows of them in the box. The other new arrival was first. David. As he held up a purple jelly-like 7" vibrator, he seemed right at home with the idea of walking into someone's home, grabbing a vibrator, and inserting into an unknown, naked woman's wet and swollen ****. As she laid back on the table again, she couldn't quite see his other hand, but, still, it was somehow gratifying that he was probably rubbing his own **** through his pants! As long as he didn't take it out. But her peace was short-lived. Even filled with shame, she was shocked to find that she could not tear her gaze away from the unbelievably huge organ that twitched slightly in anticipation of doing some evil deed. He crooned, "Relax and go with it, Momma. " his hot tongue flicking over her already engorged ****. "Gotta get this soaking ***** ready for some hard meat. Get down there and suck my ****, babygirl. Get it ready for your Momma's *****. "
But she knew it was all empty threats of frustration. The stroking within her felt really good, this particular vibrator being a great fit, not too thick, not too long. Daisy had just started raising her hips to greet his thrusts when Vincent said, "Time!". Drat. But, also good. Who was next? Daisy didn't care. As each man took his turn, Daisy was surprised to find herself so analytical. Daisy had anticipated an atmosphere of sex in the room. Now, she had to admit, sex did hang in the air, the smell of herself. Daisy had no idea that she could lubricate so much, or that so many men would want to taste her by licking their juices off their new toys. And Daisy would definitely be able to commend certain of the vibrators in the future. She had never quite compared them against each other so...quickly. Daisy wasn't sure if I was play-acting when it was my turn, but I did it all wrong. I knew the tempo Daisy liked, and I wasn't giving it to her. I seemed tentative, and the sensations building within rebelled against tentative. Daisy reached down to guide me slightly, but I removed her hand and continued to frustrate her. Daisy was actually happy to hear Vincent announce, "Time!" My turn was over, and it was Vincent's. I think Vincent must have been a good student. He wasn't tentative, and in fact, was giving her just the pleasure Daisy desired. Daisy was building steadily, and quickly began raising her hips, because it felt so good. And naughty. A gasp escaped her lips. The men were giving Vincent encouragement to finish her off. He was masterful with the strokes, but Daisy couldn't quite get there. Then Daisy felt him place his thumb on her ****. And press. And rub. That was not part of the demonstration, but Daisy didn't care. Daisy was breathing hard, and Daisy could feel her ****** nearing. A "yesss" escaped her lips, just a thrust away from *******, when Daisy heard "Time!" it was me. I did that intentionally! I knew her body like the back of my hand, and I knew that just the pause in action would step her down steeply. Vincent smiled at her, and said, "Daisy, you're close, and you know you're going to *** before we're done." Daisy just smiled. Daisy certainly hoped so, if, I, her idiot husband didn't wreck things. Everyone had a turn with a vibrator, and two men twice. Thomas, a graying 40-ish, distinguished looking man, reached in for a package. He must have been looking forward to another vibrator but was clearly disappointed. Daisy wasn't. He unwrapped an 8" *****, with a suction cup on the bottom. He obviously had wanted to get more intimate, but then realized that this could be fun, too. He moistened the suction cup, stuck it firmly to the table top, and said, "Okay, show us." Her vibrator shows had basically been away from the guys, so each guy had a "private" view on his turn. Thomas, however, turned her around, so that everyone could fully see her nakedness. So many eyes, just watching her. Daisy couldn't imagine being so beautiful, like a celebrity, that men looked at her with that intensity all the time, with their clothes on. But these lustful eyes wanted her in a way that gave her more confidence in her body, or, in some way, just being a woman, than she had ever known. Daisy was terribly turned on, and frustrated by the vibrators. Daisy squatted, somewhat obscenely, over the *****. Her legs were spread wide, and she could only imagine how her swollen **** looked to them and on the screen. The moisture glistened from her legs as the top of the ***** parted her ****. She lowered herself, slowly...fully. it was easy after all those vibrators. Her sense of balance was a bit unsteady, so Thomas held one hand as she began raising and lowering herself. Daisy decided that she was really enjoying this. Who was she kidding? Daisy knew that she was enjoying this ever since she had dropped her bra.
She looked at each of the men briefly, their eyes not watching hers, but rather at her sex. That is, until she came to me. I looked right into her eyes and mouthed the words, "I love you." What an occasion for that. She concentrated on the fullness of the ***** and increased her tempo. She didn't care who said "time," She wasn't stopping. She began to pant..., then grunt... as the ****** began building. Thomas moved behind her and steadied her by cupping her breasts, and she didn't care. My ****** was just about to trigger when Thomas had the good sense to squeeze her nipples, and she gave into her desire, screaming I don't know what. Daisy screamed with pleasure as she came fiercely, her sticky wetness dripping down her thighs. As the last of her ******* subsided, she stepped off the *****, and sat on the table. Daisy pried the ***** loose from the table and handed it to Thomas, who looked ecstatic with his purchase.
At least, Daisy hoped it was a purchase. Daisy hadn't been paying attention to their order forms of late. Vincent was a good host, and made a quick errand to get her a towel which she used to clean up with. That was probably the most embarrassing part of this experience, rubbing a towel over her sex and down her legs in front of them. Cleaning up had always been something she did in the bathroom, by herself, but the boys just talked over it. When she finished, they got quiet. They were probably wondering if the show was over. Daisy thought it probably should be. But just as Daisy was thinking that, Max, the baby of the bunch, walked quickly over to a bag and withdrew an item. "The rules, you know. As long as we keep pulling stuff out, you have to demonstrate." A deal was a deal, and, heck, Daisy was still turned on. Daisy looked over at me, who held his head in his hands, wiping the sweat off my forehead. Daisy supposed they were all pretty well worked up. When Daisy returned her eyes to Max, he was holding the package in front of her. Well, this would be different. The other men couldn't see what Max had chosen, so Daisy explained. "Okay, guys. Turnabout is finally fair play. Big Max here is going to have to drop his pants." Everyone laughed. "This is what is called a **** ring. it does two things. it constricts your ****, which keeps it hard for longer. Also, this particular set includes 7 rings, each with various textures that would please your partner during sex. As I mentioned, you can't try this on me, but it'll at least fit you." Max, to her surprise, had already lowered his pants and his underwear quickly followed. This was a sight. "Big Max" was right. Daisy turned him profile to the group, with the desired effect upon me so that he could compare my own 8 inches to this 10 or 11 inch tiger. Daisy had to kneel to do this right, and she had no doubt that the men were thinking blow job. Let them think what they wanted. The **** rings varied in size, and they were to be placed in a small strap that would keep them spaced properly. She held the ***** along the top of his ****, and began working the largest of the rings down the length of his ****. Excuse me. His hard, veiny, and very hot ****. When Daisy pressed the ring back as far as it would go, his **** swelled enormously. Daisy grabbed the second of the rings and began working it, first over his fully enlarged head and then towards the ba
The heat from his **** was amazing. And the way it was all stretched tight, she had to admit, did make her want to give it more than an idle lick. But, no. That would be a bad idea. There was just a little farther to go when her hand felt his **** shudder. She thought she was the center of attention and she was but not for long. Across from her stood Max. His thick **** was fully extended; it was over a foot long, curled up so it pointed back at his flat muscular belly. In that second as I watched, Daisy reached up pulled his **** down taking over half of it into her mouth. Things went all crazy after that. Daisy was sucking half of Max's **** and ******* on the other half. , then a stream of *** struck her face. Daisy was only stunned for a second and then tried to move out of the way, but Max turned with her, showering her face with his ***. He had pretty well sprayed her nose and her eyes, and Daisy had to wipe them clear. The silence of the moment was broken suddenly by the noise of the men, who had all left their seats for a closer look. I grabbed her long hair and used it to piston her mouth up and down, making her lips, tongue and tonsils rape my ****. Bill grabbed her hips and tried to shove all nine inches of his rod into her raw, gaping *******. I pushed him away screaming. I had already begun ******* her mouth harder and deeper, gagging her with every forceful thrust. My grip on her hair, became tighter and tighter and my thrusts became faster. It was all she could do to keep from throwing up because my **** tip kept pushing her tonsils back. Then one final thrust ...I began pumping all over, same rhythm, same motions. I remember thinking to myself how much more slutty could my wife be? She didn't seem to care, she just wanted to get ******. I screamed, ramming her throat as if it were her *****. Shot after launching shot, my warm, thick, gooey *** slid down her throat, coating every inch of her mouth.
I guess this excited Bill because he wasn't far off. He began stroking his **** hard and deep, grinding his **** into her breasts and punching her butt with his **** head. His hips moved side to side, making his **** dig into her back, and like clockwork, both Bill and I erupted at the same time. Vincent, thankfully, took the lead to control the situation. "Guys, we're all pretty well pent up here. Daisy, if we promise to buy one of whatever's left in the boxes, and tip you on top of that, you wouldn't mind the rest of us *******, would you?" THIS was helping? Daisy couldn't believe it! Her brain started to raise an ob
Daisy was afraid of where this could end up, but she knew I was here. Control remained the issue, but it was like inviting her own doom. "Go ahead and step closer! Surely some of you would like me to help." Daisy reached to her sides, and grabbed two *****, one of which was Vincent's. I could just stroke myself silly. Daisy wasn't giving me any mor help. The ***** felt wonderfully thick, warm, and...alive. it was hard to divert her attention from their raging hard-ons, but Daisy looked to see me, still with the wicked grin, but with a distant look in his eyes, as I was staring at her breasts, or perhaps the *** that had dripped on them. "Big tips...boys." Her voice faltered as I shot into her hair and on her shoulder. I hadn't *** like this ever, and my goo seemed to coat her like a blanket. Her fault, she supposed, for not emptying me earlier. A hot splash hit her on her cheek, and Daisy turned to see Hugh's **** blasting his white goo towards her, little trails arching in the air towards her. Then the bottom dropped out. *** was coming from everywhere, and Daisy was caught between watching these men's ***** and closing her eyes to avoid their ***. The smell of *** seemed to permeate the room, or did it? Her face was coated. Daisy probably couldn't smell a rose if they held it up to her. The men had been shouting all sorts of things that She had never thought She would hear directed to her... "*****," "*** covered ****," "bay-beeeee." Daisy supposed that this was their way of saying that this was their fantasy, too. But as they emptied their *****, some semblance of reason took hold, and they backed away from her a little bit. As She stood, She realized that they just wanted a better look. Or if they had ideas of touching, maybe they just didn't want to get their hands wet. Daisy wiped *** from her face, but it felt super sticky in her hands, so She wiped her hand off on a breast, which was already wet enough. They thought she was teasing them, and, it turned out she was, as a string of *** dangled from her nipple. Daisy couldn't help but laugh, so she wiped some more *** onto a finger and made a show of it by admiring the dangling goo before she wiped it off, over acting her search for a dry spot to wipe it off. What a mess. Daisy asked for the towel, which Vincent found tucked away behind me. Surely I hadn't tried to hide it. Daisy noticed that the guys' dicks were slowly getting harder, and She had to regain control before... Daisy wiped her face and hands off with the towel, then wrapped it around herself like a bath towel. I, at last, did something to help her situation, and pulled my pants up. The others seemed to follow my lead at that, at least. Now it was time for an accounting, and the men found their lists. The towel fell off as Daisy tried to select their orders from her stock, which I and Hugh had brought in from the car. Daisy found her panties, and pulled them up, her juices quickly wetting them. Daisy hadn't sold anything in the nude before, but, standing there, almost naked, with dried *** here and there, well, most everywhere, seemed to keep their interest. Daisy raked a hand through her hair, finding some wet *** with her fingers, Mine probably, and wiped it on her breast, then smoothed it out to dry. Daisy had their attention. "A deal is a deal, gentlemen."
The total was just over $18,000, by far a record. Daisy had sold about $13500 in products, which was excellent for a group of 12. Daisy was definitely going home with some spending money. Vincent asked if Daisy would promise to do another show, in lieu of whatever arrangements Daisy had made to pay his wife for hosting. I didn't ob