** Krista **
Krista beheld the downtown and hinterland horizons from her penthouse office perch. She had to purposefully pause sometimes to take notice of its power and splendor. Even with a full staff of competent engineers and managers, the TWA Alumnus found it a daunting responsibility running the worldwide fabrication conglomerate. But the day-to-day struggles were worth the efforts. Her husband Sheldon was a pure technical genius and together they had built this high technology manufacturing empire that generated the wealth that sustained their extraordinary lifestyle.
But with pure genius comes the overpowering stress of success. Krista was the perfect answer, keeping her spouse at steady state through frequent, and mutually delightful, sexual stress relief. When he was home, she catered to his nightly, and sometimes daily, needs. And when he travelled without her, which she lamented had been too much lately, she sent along one of his several Special Executive Assistants, to help keep him fine-tuned. But he had left in such a bustle this time that they had both forgot about his need for a suitable travelling companion.
Krista connected once again with Augustina, her Australian mining engineer friend and co-conspirator, using the secure TWAnet. Her lovely face swelled to fill the pixel saturated screen and both women's moods brightened with joy. Augustina blurted out her happiness.
"Hello, sweetie. How's my favorite American Sheila?"
<"You're such a flirt, dear. How's life Down Under?"
<"Dusty in the Outback and rainy at the beach. I like the beach though; wetter is better, as they say."
"I need another favor. Are you available for a few weeks?"
"Maybe... Would that be for business or pleasure?"
<"With any luck, a bit of both. I'll pay you a fee and expenses. Interested?"
"Maybe; what's the gig?"
Krista spelled out the mission. Sheldon needed technical help with his field trials for the special technology Augustina and Lycka had purloined in Macau. She and Sheldon had secured the patent and rushed it into development to enhance their rare metals mining in the Atacama Desert of Chile. And... Sheldon was travelling alone, a terrible turn of fate. His exuberant zeal would send his stress levels out of control, sapping him of his critical mental alertness. Unless, of course, it was properly managed.
"Would you be a dear friend and attend to my husband's health and welfare while with him?"
"Of course, Krista. Consider it a problem solved. I'll handle it... or him... or his dick... or whatever."
"I'll send over the contract. You can catch up with him in New Zealand. Good luck and enjoy the trip, complete with all my blessings. G'day, Lov'!"
** Play Time **
Augustina and Marita had been waiting for Sheldon to round out their TWA travel group for the long trans-Pacific flight to South America. But his limousine had experienced car trouble and he was delayed for at least a day.
Any other pair of vivacious women would have seen this unscheduled layover in paradise as a fortuitous circumstance. Most ladies would have reveled in the luxurious furnishings at the New Zealand Fantasy Request venue with its wondrous view of the ocean from the Kauri Cliffs. But Marita and Augustina weren't like other women. They were less used to their own relaxation and more used to being used for relaxation by alpha males.
And there was currently a paucity of hearty males onsite to play with. But then fate stepped in and it was their lucky day. The TWA Campus Housemother sought out their assistance with a difficult to fill Fantasy Request. Hearing the details, they readily agreed to take up the challenge. It would handily fill the downtime while waiting for Sheldon to arrive.
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Jerry, the booking Fantasy Request guest, walked next to the cute little co-ed escorting him to the small cabaret style theatre onsite. She settled him in as the sole occupant of the night club café arrangement. He sat back, beer bottle in hand, as the houselights dimmed to dark.
The show girl pair walked onto the darkened stage from either wing, scanning narrow LED flashlight beams about the stage until they found each other's approach. Standing together center stage, they searched the auditorium and settled their combined beams on Jerry. The stage lights increased enough that Jerry saw his fantasy pair dressed in matching black sleeveless cocktail dresses and heels. In sync, they pointed at him, two manicured index fingers coiling into a come-hither motion.
Jerry smiled and put down his beer. Standing, he willingly complied with their joint summons. They stood him between them and Augustina pressed her back to his chest while Marita pressed her chest to his back. Jerry was the masculine lunchmeat sandwiched between two slices of tempting femininity.
Augustina held her hair up to reveal the dress zipper and Jerry understood her invitation to zip it down. As he did, Marita's slid her hands around his hips from behind and rubbed boldly on his pants crotch. Jerry slid his hands over Augustina's exposed lower back, pushing aside the panels he had loosened. She shimmied her shoulders and let the dress fall to the floor, exposing her fire engine red lacey pushup bra and strappy thong panties.
Feeling Jerry's hands cupping her ass, she reached back and brought them up to the bra clasp, bidding him to help her doff the inhibiting funbag covers. When the back straps flew apart, she shrugged the lace off her shoulders and down her arms. It joined the dress on the floor. Taking up his hands again, she moved them to her tits and held them there, guiding his fingers to roll her nipples and fluff her bare breasts. She leaned her head back, laying her hair swathed head on his shoulder, and twisted her face up for a kiss.
Meanwhile, Marita has upped her interest on Jerry's groin, unbuckling his belt and lowering the fly. She burrowed inside to seek out his man-meat. Finding his clothes too restricting for adequate play, she gripped the belt loops at the sides of his pants and, kneeling to gain leverage, pulled his jeans and boxers down and off his feet. Augustina turned in his arms and, while Jerry's hands cupped her ass again, she plucked open his flannel shirt buttons, peeling off his shirt to expose his whole body. Her hands smoothed across his toned chest and, then with a firm touch on his shoulders, rotated him away to face Marita.
Offered the second lady's back, Jerry repeated the dress and lingerie removal process with the identically garbed Marita. The trio was mostly naked and the stripper actresses didn't let their man wait and wonder, seating him on a stage prop wooden stool.
The blondes stood to his front, in profile, and with tits pressed to tits, shared a drawn out sisterly hug and kiss. Augustina stepped back and bent her knees, slowly squatting to her heels. Her hands drew Marita's red thong over her ass and slid it down her legs, helping her prance it off her ankles. She buried her face between Marita's upper thighs and her tongue swiped the nether lips from bottom to top before suckling her clitoris. Marita moaned and snuck a quick glance at Jerry who had his growing cock in hand, slowly stroking himself to rigidity. She closed her eyes and smothered Augustina's face tighter to her groin, tilting her head back and growling a hum of pleasure at her love-mate's expert cunnilingus.
But this was Jerry's show and the girls wanted him fully involved in the lusty action. Augustina left off her pleasure offerings and rose to stand. Bending forward, she pushed down her own panties and, when they snagged on the heel straps, she struggled them off her feet. Her full boobs loosely rocked about as she pranced. The naked girls then turned their full attention to Jerry.
Augustina fell to her hands and knees and crawled to between Jerry's thighs. She cat-lapped at his erection, using only her lips and tongue to touch his prick. Marita knelt behind Augustina; it was her turn to give the same oral stimulation that she had just gotten from her fantasy co-performer. She pressed into the groin crevasse and sucked hard at Augustina's labia.
Jerry leaned his head back and concentrated his mind on the blonde fellating his cock. Augustina's mouth devoured his manhood and, while by no means a world class expert, he knew she was better than any he had had before. She mixed lapping with sucking and it wasn't long before her efforts produced results. He cried out and spewed the first of tonight's ejaculations into her warm wet receptacle. She swallowed and kept sucking, seeking the lurking dregs of spunk. Then, mission accomplished, Augustina let go as Marita's suckling brought on her ecstatic cry, muffled by the softening man meat plugging her mouth.
When the temporarily assuaged trio recovered their senses, they gathered the stage props and wandered to the theatre's dressing room, equipped as it was with loaded clothes racks, cosmetology stations and, most importantly, several overstuffed Victorian couches.
