lechemoncul's Blog

Ok, so here's one when I was younger and lived abroad.

I used to date a classmate and fellow ballet student named Jeanette. She was a petite, lithe and muscular brunette who had small breasts and pussy but a king sized appetite for sex. Back then she had a boyfriend just for appearances and she would even let him fuck her once or twice but, for the majority of the time, she and I were inseparable. We couldn’t get enough of each other. During class we’d finger each other and then meet in the bathroom for a quick release. Many times she would eat my pussy in the back of the bus on our way to ballet making me come just right before our stop. After ballet class, I’d return the favor in the locker room shower once everybody else was gone, licking her sweet little pussy and twisting her nipples as the warm water cascaded over us. Going to the movies was just another excuse to get naughty in public; kissing and rubbing our hands over each other under our short skirts and inside our open blouses. We were insatiable. No one suspected us of being lovers because where we lived it was natural for friends, especially girls, to be real close. Sleepovers at her house (where we'd fuck all night) were almost a nightly occurrence often falling asleep in between each other’s legs as 69 was our favorite position.

I was in my senior year of secondary school when Jeanette’s dad, Jacques, asked me to work in his lingerie boutique. He told me that my exotic features (light brown skin, curly jet black hair, and full pouty lips) would be a good fit for the store and would bring more business. Jeanette told me to watch my step because she thought my dad had a crush on me. I dismissed it because Jeanette was very possessive and jealous. She didn't even share me with her boyfriend. (Whenever I felt the urge for some male attention I would fuck my English teacher from Africa in his office. I remember he would talk dirty in English to me as he slammed his huge black cock in me. After those encounters with him, my lust for cock would be tamed for a while because he hurt lol.) When I first started working for Jacques, he was all about business. He would make sure all the salesgirls knew everything about each product: the feel, material, fit, etc. He made sure we were all dressed classy and always had her hair done. Through a business trade he had with the cosmetologists down the street we were all well-coiffed and manicured. He even paid for us to go to a gym every day after work with a personal trainer. I was allowed to still do ballet every other day. He paid well, gave great discounts and worked us hard.

One day, I found out the store was closing for its bi-annual collection show. Twice a year the store was transformed into a mini theater complete with a runway. I asked another girl Angie what the fuss was about. She told me these events were the times when the boutique would make the most money. I asked her, since it was an invitation only event, if employees were allowed to attend. She looked at me and laughed. She said “Of course! Who do you think will be modeling the items?” I was shocked! We sold a lot of risqué stuff and I had gotten a glimpse the show's collection catalog: it had a lot of sheer items. Angie must have thought I was so naive. She asked me if I ever wondered why Jacques took so much interest in our looks. It cost him less money and brought in more profits to keep his models year round rather than hire them for just two shows. She also said the fringe benefits were great also. One girl went on to marry a rich politician's son who was a customer. Angie herself dated several many rich men and married a rich businessman. All these encounters were thanks to the boutique. She explained that she continues to work here for the occasional "encounters" with the rich and horny men and women. (I started to believe the rumors of other girls "assisting" clients in the dressing rooms.) It seems like Jacques turns a blind eye but he knows it’s good for business. Jacques himself has personally “helped” some of the women clients. I was fearful and excited at the same time. I was wondering if I'd have the courage to proceed.

I decided to approach Jacques about it. He pulled me into his office and explained the whole thing without the "fringe benefits" parts. He was very matter-of-fact about it. "You are a very pretty girl blossoming into a beautiful woman. You should not be ashamed to flaunt your assets. You will be very much appreciated by me and the clients as well. They will see our merchandise in a very alluring and beautiful way all because your beauty has accentuated it." This man was smooth, very good looking and fit for his 53 years. His second wife, (Jeanette's real mom die when she was very young) was a very sexy 30-something socialite. I heard Jacques was quite the pussy hound before her but she doesn't mind if he occasionally still "dabbles." I told him I was still hesitant about the show. He got up and walked passed me to his office door. He called out to one of the girls and said something to her. He closed the door and sat back down. “To calm your nerves, we will do as they say, a "test run." His smile was bright, his face chiseled, accentuated by dimples, hazel eyes and well-groomed salt and pepper hair. This was the first time I really "looked" at him and he was making me wet. A knock broke me out of my trance. One the girls came in with a small velvet box. He thanked her and told her to close the door. " Petra, cherie, do you trust me?" I nodded yes. He then told me his plans for me to be the theme for the show. I was to be the centerpiece of this lingerie buffet. I was to be the star. He pulled out of the box a very sheer white ensemble consisting of a lace bra, sheer lace string thong, garter and stockings and a pair of high heeled slippers. It was gorgeous. So dainty, so feminine. I loved it. He took my hand and said, " Please, try this on." He motioned for me to go behind the partition he had in his office (no doubt for his "private" clients). I couldn't believe what I was doing, I was about to be almost completely naked in front of friend/lover's dad. I was so wet, I was afraid my juices were going to ruin the thongs. After what seemed forever, I stepped out in front of him, He was beaming. "I was right about you. Your assets accentuate my product! Look at how your lovely unblemished light brown skin brings out the white. Your full breasts with their soft pink nipples just poking through to make the lace look so sensual. The curve of you lovely ass makes people want to follow the string of the thong to see you beautiful shaven pussy lips pouting in the fabric. The musculature of your lovely legs brings out the beauty of the slippers and the stockings. Just so lovely!" I flushed with embarrassment but I also was so turned on. He stood up and approached me. He was looking me over, then stood behind me. "Ah we need a few adjustments." I felt his hand unpin my hair and tussle it free over my shoulders. It sent shivers down my spine. I felt the heat of his hand all over my body "adjusting," Adjusting my bra to allow the maximum cleavage and to make my nipple standout through strategic places where the lace didn't cover well. He "adjusted" the top of my stocking running up and down the length of my quivering thighs. Finally he "adjusted the thin fabric covering my pussy so as to allow just a hint of lip separation. I knew he could feel the wetness and could hear the quickening of my breaths. Still behind me, he guided me to a full length mirror on a wall. “ Petra, you will be the angel of the show. The innocent virgin becoming a woman." I looked into the mirror and couldn't believe my eyes. I looked so beautiful. "However,” he whispered getting closer, “ we both know you are not a virgin. Non?" I looked at his handsome face in the mirror. And I shook my head. "I hear you in my daughter's room at night. And I know that you went out with my friend's son, Pierre, last year.” (true, I did fuck Pierre last summer and the bastard told everybody). I could feel him fiddling with his pants as he stood close behind me. "It’s a waste to be so sexy and not be fucked" he whispered in my ear. Soon, I felt his hard cock against the cleft of my ass, the heat of his sweet breath on my neck and his … cologne lingering in the air. I reached back to stroke his cock for a moment, to feel its warm, meaty thickness and to allow the reality of the scene to sink in. With glassy eyes I looked at him in the mirror and brazenly told him: "Well, let's not waste this moment then." This man brought out the slut in me. He casually bent me at the waist having me place my hands on the wall on either side of the mirror. He looked right into my eyes as he slid the thong over and guided his thick curvy cock into my sopping wet pussy making me feel the warm delicious fullness that can only come from a man. The image in the mirror was surreal. I closed my eyes and kept saying in my head "I’m fucking my friend's father" while he thrusted. "I'm fucking Jeanette's dad" as he plunged harder and quicker. "Oh my god, I’m fucking Jacques!" as he began to explode inside me. I opened my eyes to see this lovely man lost in the pleasure of the moment that my pussy was granting him and aware of the climax of my own lust about to peak. The heat from his juices made me yell aloud "Fuck me, Jacques!" as he kept pumping my tight little pussy full and then I came in an avalanche that left me shaking and weak.

From that day on, I developed a strong addiction for lingerie and the need to always have two lovers in my life, one male, one female. I love having the best of both worlds. Nothing compared to the rest of the school year and that summer, I was the lover to both Jacques and Jeanette. Father and daughter. A type of illicit secret threesome that kept my hungry pussy wanting more attention every single day. Doing both father and daughter at different times of the day and with Jeanette never voicing any suspicions regardless of how many times she would almost catch us either at the house or in the car when he’d bring me to their house after work. She wouldn't even object when many times she'd lap up the cum out of my freshly fucked pussy believing it was that of the black English teacher's seed (whom she admitted she fantasied fucking as well) never suspecting that it was her father's that she was swallowing so enthusiastically. The secret in my head while she was doing that always made my orgasm even more intense. I only wish I could have had them both at the same time. Still, what a great time that was…