by Bridy McAvoy
“One hand at a time, keep hold of the dress.”
Carol held the dress clutched tightly across her chest with one hand and allowed the other to fall to her side, allowing Lizzie to slip the shoulder strap clear of her arm. She swapped hands and Lizzie repeated the process with the other hand. Now the men were beginning to chant “Off… Off…” and clapping in time. The music had stopped but nobody was actually interested in dancing at the moment, they merely wanted to see Carol stripped by their hostess. The only thing holding the dress up now was Carol’s hands.
The fabric was very loose around Carol’s waist and she quickly felt Lizzie slip one hand inside, which then quickly moved round to the front to cup and cover her sex.
“Cup your breasts and let the dress fall, honey.”
Slowly, as if reluctantly—and, to be fair, she was at least in part reluctant—she moved her hands to cover her breasts from their eyes, allowing the dress to slip from her fingers. The fabric of her dress was heavier than Lizzie’s so it fell straight to the floor in one pass, no catch no snag. As the dress hit the floor the men cheered, although Carol was still covered by her own hands at her breasts and by one of Lizzie’s at her crotch.
“Step out of it.”
Carol eased one leg clear of the dress and then the other, kicking it gently to one side whilst being acutely aware that any movement she made jiggled her hard nipples against her palms.
“Spread your knees about a foot apart and, when I say, raise your arms above your head.”
Carol took a deep breath in anticipation, that deep breath further exciting her tender nipples as they were pushed into her palms. She slowly wriggled her feet apart knowing that Lizzie intended a big reveal.
Lizzie began to count.
“Five… Four…”
Carol could feel her already sexually heated body responding even more. She was sure that Lizzie’s concealing fingers were drenched in her juices. The men took up the chant and as they did so, on each count Lizzie flexed her fingers against Carol’s wet slit making her gasp.
“Three… Two… One…”
“Now.”
Carol lifted her arms gracefully above her head revealing her breasts. At the same time, Lizzie took her hand away, exposing her pussy to the watching men. She was now naked in front of them except for her stockings garter belt and heels, and very close to the point of an orgasm. Lizzie didn’t touch her for several seconds and then gently cupped her breasts from below, squeezing them out and forwards, pointing the extended nipples at the couch in front of the pair of them.
“You know what’s going to happen to you now, don’t you, honey?”
Lizzie’s words had to penetrate Carol’s lust-fogged brain and she answered almost in a daze.
“No… What?”
“You are going to lie on the floor and I’m going to eat you.”
The perverse words stung Carol and her body shook as the impending climax took her in its grip. The watching men gasped in delight as Carol shuddered through an orgasm in front of their eyes, no stimulus at all to her pussy. Carol was practically helpless in Lizzie’s arms as the woman easily manipulated her pliant body into the position she wanted.
Form a standing position, Carol quickly found herself lying on her back on the floor with Lizzie, her charms now also exposed in full to the viewers, crouched between her splayed legs.
“That was a good one, boys. Do you want to see another?”
Lizzie’s question to the audience and the immediate roar of approval brought a blush to Carol’s face, but she felt powerless to stop her hostess as Lizzie lowered her face toward the gaping moist slit in front of her.
Lizzie planted a gentle kiss on the inside of Carol’s upper thigh, scant inches below her throbbing pussy. The thought of another woman doing this to her while a group of men looked on, was taking Carol to heights she’d never even dreamed of. Lizzie transferred her attention to the other thigh and then back again. Back and forth, each time moving ever closer to the waiting pussy. When she was less than an inch from it, indeed when she leaned in to kiss, her nose or cheek brushed against the wet mound, she used her teeth to nip the tender flesh at the top of Carol’s thigh. Carol squirmed and moaned as the sensation flooded through her.
Finally, Lizzie relented and deliberately touched Carol’s pussy for the first time. As Lizzie’s tongue slowly swept along the line of her slit from bottom to top, stopping momentarily at the top to circle her clit, Carol’s body jerked and she screamed. Her head rocked from side to side and her hands moved of their own volition—one to grasp her own breast, cruelly squeezing and teasing the nipple, the other to firmly clasp the back of Lizzie’s head, attempting to prevent her pulling away. Finally, the frenzy subsided and Lizzie looked up from between her thighs and grinned at Carol as she raised her head to look towards her.
Lizzie looked a sight, her face plastered with Carol’s glistening juices.
“I haven’t finished yet, girl.”
Carol looked past Lizzie to see the other two women were now naked as well. Joe had Rebecca bent over the arm of the couch and was plowing into her with fervor. The man sitting at that end of the couch had both of Rebecca’s breasts in his hands and was pulling and twisting at them. The two men who had been on either side of Susie had efficiently stripped the blonde and forced her to her knees. She was doggedly attempting to suck both cocks into her mouth at the same time.
As Lizzie again lowered her face to Carol’s gaping pussy, the other four men came closer and, as one dropped to his knees at her head and the other swung a leg over to straddle her chest, she knew what was going to happen to her. She opened her mouth to accept the proffered penis and obligingly squeezed her breasts together to provide the required channel for the other.
As the two men began to fuck her mouth and her tits she idly wondered what the two behind Lizzie were doing. When Lizzie screamed out her passion with her face pressed into Carol’s churning crotch she could make an educated guess.
Workmates
Workmates and Friends
Chapter 1
The insistent ringing of the phone finally penetrated the fogginess that clouded Phil’s mind and unwillingly he opened one eye to glance at the clock. It was three fifteen in the morning, not the best time for anyone to be ringing the deputy mayor, especially on a Sunday morning.
He swung himself groggily out of bed, trying and failing to leave his wife, Lizzie asleep.
“What …?”
She mumbled sleepily before pulling the sheet back over her naked chest. For a moment Phil debated even answering the phone but finally lifted the receiver and spoke.
“Hello?”
Lizzie lay there, half awake, half asleep, listening with only part of her brain as he spoke.
“Oh, hi, John. What’s up?”
There was a pause while whoever was on the other end of the phone spoke at length.
“You’re kidding me, right?”
There was a much shorter pause.
“I don’t believe it!”
The news Phil as receiving was obviously important so Lizzie forced both eyes open and sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest.
“Okay. You gonna look after her? Bring her home?”
Another short pause
“When you do, I’ll be waiting. We both will.”
“Bye, and thanks for handling it, John. I won’t forget it.”
Phil hung up and turned toward Lizzie who in the meantime had turned on the bedside lamp. In the dim light he looked very pale and was obviously shocked.
“What’s wrong Phil? It’s Susie right?”
Phil shook his head.
“Yes and no. She’s fine, sweetheart—well, at least physically, anyway. John is bringing her home in a few minutes. I think she’ll need the support of her friends. All of them.”
“Why, what’s happened?”
“Well, you know where she was tonight?”
“Of course, I arranged it, remember.”
“Well, we’ll need to keep that part at least out of the papers.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m afraid I’m the mayor now.”
Lizzie clapped her hands to her face in shock.
“You mean…?”
Phil nodded.
“I’m afraid our beloved mayor has gone off to that big old whore house in the sky. Our lithe and limber blonde friend was his very last ride.”
Lizzie’s mouth dropped open; she closed it again with an effort.
“You mean…?”
“Yep, Joe died of a massive aneurism as Susie was riding him to heaven. Literally. He always said she was too good and she’d be the death of him. I didn’t realize he meant it till just now.”
“Well, mister mayor, I suppose we’d better get dressed. Susie’s going to need some comforting…”
Lizzie allowed the sheet to slide off her ample chest. Phil smiled.
“Well, we do have some time first.”
“I may be your wife but I intend to be the new mayor’s first screw.”
Chapter 2
Fifteen Months Later.
The doorbell rang just before Carol was ready to go shopping.
“Damn! Now what?”
She walked through the hall of her immaculate house and opened the door irritated at the interruption of her planned day.
“Oh, my God! Rebecca! You look terrible. Whatever’s wrong? Come in, come in.”
Her neighbor from the other side of the road was standing in the covered porch, dressed for work and clutching two pieces of paper. She was crying her eyes out, literally sobbing.
“You poor dear,” Carol put her arm around the other woman and gently led her into the house before softly closing the door behind her. Her irritation was gone and her shopping trip quite forgotten as she led the distraught woman into the kitchen and managed to get her seated on one of the stools at the breakfast bar.
She filled two coffee mugs and passed one to Rebecca who somehow managed a weak smile in thank you before sipping at it.
“Come on, sweetie, tell me. You’ll feel better for it and that’s why you’re here, right?”
Rebecca nodded, and Carol noted with relief the sobs had subsided.
“I haven’t seen much of you recently, how have you been keeping?”
When Rebecca blushed, Carol realized the double entendre she hadn’t intended and she blushed too.
“Oops, no pun intended.”
Both of them had seen all there was to see of each other, and then some, as part of their neighbor Phil’s campaign to become deputy mayor and now mayor.
“It’s Andy.”
“Oh?”
“Well, you know when what happened during the fishing trip Phil took our husbands on came out, he couldn’t handle it?”
Carol nodded, the experience six months earlier wasn’t something she really wanted to remember, and her own experience with her husband had been bad enough.
“Well, he went back to his parents for a few weeks to give us both some space to sort it out.”
“But that was six months ago.”
“Yeah.”
Carol nodded. She and Peter had thought about that but not actually taken the step, their marriage had been strong enough to survive it—just, although her continued liaisons with Susie, Lizzie and Phil now had Peter’s tacit approval. The only bone of contention was Phil’s insistence that Peter couldn’t join in. Mind you, he was allowed to watch the videos.
“Well, he’s written to say he’s not coming back. He wants a divorce and he’s citing my infidelity.”
Rebecca burst into tears again. Carol put her arm around her and hugged her until the storm passed.
“If I don’t give him what he wants he’ll go public and blow Phil’s career and everyone else’s, as well as mine. Well, that last bit won’t matter, anyway, will it? The bastard!”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. That’s the other letter.”
Rebecca thrust the letter under Carol’s nose.
She scanned it quickly. The lawyers Rebecca worked for had decided that they no longer needed her services. In fact, they didn’t want her on their premises ever again. They’d enclosed a severance check, and her personal effects were being sent to her by Fed-Ex at some point over the next week.
“Rebecca… This is awful. Why are they doing this?”
“You remember the night of the retreat?”
Carol nodded.
“How could either of us forget?”
“You remember the shy guy who hung back a lot. James?”
“Sort of, to be honest he didn’t get close to me.” Carol replied.
“Yeah, well he did me… literally.”
“So?”
“He left city hall two months ago and joined my firm.”
“Ah.”
“He wanted more of the same and I told him no, so he’s rigged this to ensure he gets his revenge.”
“That’s nasty.”
“But I can’t fight it, can I?”
“Why not?”
“Because if I do then it’ll all come out and they’ll fire me, anyway.”
“You wait there honey. I have a call to make.”
Carol slipped into the other room and picked up the phone, using the speed dial. Lizzie picked up the phone on the third ring.
“Hi, sweetie, how are you today?”
“Lizzie, is Phil home?”
“Yeah, why? You feeling horny this morning?”
“Sorry to disappoint you, no. Can you both come straight round. We’ve got a problem. Bye.”
* * * *
An hour later after Rebecca had run through her story again, this time with the help of a slug of whiskey. Carol and Lizzie were trying to comfort their neighbor. Phil had disappeared with a thunderous look on his face into the city to his office, as he put it to make a few calls after he’d heard the bare bones of the story. He didn’t wait for the details Lizzie and Carol dragged out of their neighbor.
“Listen, sweetie, I’m sure Phil can help straighten things out.”
The three women had moved through to Carol’s lounge now and the two of them were sitting on either side of the still shaky Rebecca.
“I know, Lizzie, I know you’ll both help, but at the moment I can’t think straight.”
Lizzie hugged the younger woman to her, wrapping her arm around her shoulder. Carol sat the other side at a loss to help much, her own thoughts a whirlwind. Since that night, Rebecca hadn’t taken part in any of Lizzie and Phil’s escapades and Carol had initially been surprised when they’d respected the boundaries Rebecca had set. She realized belatedly she, too, could have had those self-same limits and they would have respected hers as well.
As Carol sat there, she knew she hadn’t wanted them and she suspected that Rebecca hadn’t really wanted them either, but had imposed them for the sake of her marriage.
Lizzie’s mobile rang and she gently disengaged herself from the still upset younger woman and went into the kitchen to answer it. She came back a couple of minutes later, a beaming smile on her face.
“Right, ladies. It’s time to fight back and my husband has a way of doing exactly that. Phil has set up an appointment for us at City Hall at three o’clock this afternoon. I suggest we all get ready. Susie will be meeting us there, too. Smart business suits, please, ladies—smart, demure but still sexy, is the look he describes.”
She held her hands up to forestall any questions.
“No, I don’t know all the answers but I do know my husband thinks he does. I’ll pick you up here at about a quarter to three. Now I’ve got to scoot. I’ve got some extra stuff to do to get ready, and so has Susie, but we’ll be ready on time.”
Chapter 3
Knowing her neighbor, Carol had deliberately chosen to wear stockings under her black two piece skirt suit for the meeting. She hadn’t got a clue why Phil was including her in the meeting but Lizzie had been adamant and, after Rebecca ha
d left to get ready, Lizzie had refused to provide any answers on the phone. Susie had arrived home to the fourth house in the tiny gated community just before lunch and had likewise been tight-lipped.
The two women sitting in the front of the car remained just as tight–lipped, leaving Carol and Rebecca sitting in the back unsure of where this was leading. As the wife of the mayor, Lizzie’s car carried an official sticker that allowed her into the underground car park beneath the City Hall. Carol looked round in amazement—there were no unadorned concrete posts down here. All of the walls and supporting pillars were sheathed in either grey stone or tiled. Even the floor was painted a dull red which showed little of the everyday marks you would expect. The lighting was quite bright but somehow subtle, none of your exposed fluorescent tubes here.
Carol was even more surprised to find Lizzie had a reserved space for her, right next to Phil’s and next to the elevators.
“It pays to be connected in this town, you know.”
Lizzie smirked at them wickedly, her infectious grin defusing any barb from her comment. Susie merely giggled and led the way to the right-hand elevator, which carried a Restricted Access sign along with another one—Card Access Only.
“Only the best,” she said, fishing out her own entry card from her purse much to the astonishment of Carol and Rebecca. Carol looked over at her neighbor. She had been quiet during the ride into town but appeared relatively calm now, although still too quiet for Carol’s liking. The elevator delivered them straight to the reception area of the corner suite on the top floor, the mayor’s inner sanctum.
The stunning blonde receptionist smiled at them as they stepped out.
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Taylor, ladies. The mayor will be free shortly, if you would like to take a seat.
“Thank you, Amy.”
Lizzie led the way over to a set of oversized white leather couches and sat. As she crossed her leg the skirt of her business skirt rode up a little and Carol could distinctly see the dark band of Lizzie’s stocking top as it did so. Lizzie was obviously dressed to impress and, equally obviously, didn’t need to. Carol wondered where this was going but was still in the dark why she and, for that matter, Susie, were there.
