Next morning, the 'Blue Water' was already heading towards the Atlantic Ocean for South America; Heather woke up by the smell of fresh coffee and bakery. She got dressed and went for her living room to find a luxurious breakfast already served.
After breakfast she shaved off the unwanted hair as instructed. It felt strange to have her pussy without any hair. She put on a light skirt and a matching blouse. She found a lot of, what she thought, very provocative clothing in her wardrobe together with classic conservative outfit. She chose this conservative set for a start together with a pantyhose and business pumps. Just when she was about to leave for her first day in office she remembered that she was asked not to wear any panties or bra. She tried to figure out whether she was allowed to wear pantyhose, then decided that a pantyhose without panties was ridiculous and put on stockings and a garter belt. She felt a little insecure walking around with her crotch completely uncovered when she left for office.
She met Mr. Henson just next door, where he sat in his big leather chair having breakfast himself.
"Good morning, Heather, I hope you slept well. Did you already have breakfast?"
"Good Morning, Mr. Henson, yes, thank you, I'm fine."
"So, let's get into business right away. Did you follow my orders?"
"Eh, what do you mean, Sir?"
"Well, I can see you don't wear any bra. What about your panties? Raise the hem of your skirt for me so I can see."
She blushed, this was embarrassing, but nevertheless she followed his instruction and presented her shaven cunt.
"Lovely, come closer, let me touch you."
She approached him with her skirt still raised and he touched her sex with the back of his index finger.
She first jumped when he touched her, but then relaxed a little when she found out how pleasurable it was to be touched there. He continued fondling her until she was soaking wet, then he suddenly stopped, leaving her in a state of frustration.
"Why do you stop?!"
"So you like it, that's good, excellent, but now we have to attend to other business. Let me show you how our company is run and how you can access all relevant information concerning our operations. By the way, you can let go of your skirt for now, I will let you now when I want it lifted again."
She blushed again and straightened up her outfit. He walked her across the room to her desk and introduced her to her office.
It took several hours to show her all the details, all the tricks and hints. She was amazed about the complexity and size of his operations; she almost forgot it was long after lunchtime.
"I think this will do for a start. Time for a break. I don't know about you, but I am starving."
"Yes, good idea, I 'm hungry too."
He called for Madeleine to serve some lunch. After a while she came in with a large tray with sandwiches and drinks. Heather was shocked. Madeleine didn't wear anything but a bright smile. She was stark naked showing off a slender body with firm perky tits and a small firm ass.
"Since you are dressed very conservative today, which I don't criticize, in fact I like it this way, I thought I could ask Madeleine to bring in some contrast. I hope you don't mind."
"Well, no, it's all right, just a little unusual, that's all."
Madeleine served lunch and then stood aside, waiting for orders.
Henson whispered in Heathers ear: "This way she is able to earn some extra money, you know. Are you willing to spend some company money on her as well?"
She didn't understand.
"Well, you could ask her for some sexual pleasure, the kind you received from me yesterday."
"I don't know; she is a woman. I don't want to upset her."
"No, no, to the contrary. She will like it and believe me, she is very good. Shall I ask her?"
"I still don't know; that's very embarrassing."
"You don't need to be shy, you are her boss, remember. I will ask her."
With this he signed Madeleine to come closer and whispered in her ear: "Lick her! Suck her! Take her to the edge, but not further. Don't let her come. I don't want her to have an orgasm yet."
Madeleine nod with an evil smile on her face.
She approached Heather, dropped to her knees, opened Heathers legs and dove for her naked cunt. "Relax, honey, I'm going to take you for a ride!"
The tip of her tongue circled around the clit and made it swell. She sucked on the clit and even bit it a little from time to time. Heathers juices started to flow. Madeleine put her tongue inside the wet cunt, which drove Heather nearly crazy. Madeleine recognized the outer labia to fill with blood and grow bigger and bigger. She knew Heathers orgasm was close. She started to kiss the inside of Heathers thighs and the outside of her outer labia making sure she doesn't touch her vagina or even her clitoris. Heather enjoyed Madeleine's kisses but they weren't enough for coming. She desperately wanted to come now.
"Ladies, why don't we call it a day, quit work for today and retire to my bedroom. On the other hand I could as well take you right here and now, Heather, if you prefer it this way."
Heather blushed: "I think I am ready for you and since it can't be avoided anyway we should get it done the earlier the better."
He was amused: "Very well spoken, young lady. Madeleine, would you mind changing places with me."
"Yes, Sir, right away. Would you like me to hold her legs for you or shall I leave you alone."
With this Madeleine jumped to her feet imitating a salute.
"I would like you to stay, but I am not sure about you, Heather. What do you think, shall we keep Madeleine here or shall we send her away?"
"You are the boss, Mr. Henson; since you want her here she stays."
In the back of her mind she was relieved not being alone with him while being deflorated. She was horny and she was longing to have him inside her cunt, but on the other hand she was afraid of how it would be and if it would hurt very much. She hoped Madeleine would perhaps be able to help her, if she was not doing well or if she was not able to take his cock inside for any reason.
"Well then, Madeleine, take Heathers ankles and hold her legs steady." With this he stepped out of his pants and underpants and dropped to his knees in front of Heathers open legs. Madeleine was now standing behind him, holding Heathers ankles.
He started rubbing the tip of his cock over her clit until he felt her getting wet again. She moaned feeling she was getting closer to orgasm.
"Don't you put a thing over your......, I mean don't you use a condom? I can't get pregnant."
"Don't worry, you won't. I had a vasectomy years ago, you are safe. Now relax, you are going to enjoy this."
He pushed the head of his penis inside her vagina. She was dripping wet, but still so tight he could hardly get in. She held her breath when she felt him inside. He was so big, he stretched her so wide, but it felt good, she was so close, she knew she would be coming within the next minute.
He moved further in until he could feel a resistance, her hymen. He moved slightly back and forth until he could feel the contractions of her vagina; she was about to come. He rubbed her clit with his thumb. This was the final stimulus she needed to have a shattering orgasm. She cried out loud. Madeleine struggled to keep hold of her ankles. When he felt the walls of her vagina spasm, he pushed all the way in ripping her hymen and filling her completely with his cock. She couldn't feel the pain; she was so carried away with her orgasm. He didn't move an inch. He just kept his position with his cock buried in her to the hilt. God was she tight. He could feel the contractions of her pussy gripping his cock. It took at least a minute until her climax slowly subsided. She opened her eyes, smiling at him. "My god, what did I miss in all these years!"
"It is not over yet!" he announced and started moving slowly in and out, picking up speed and force until he finally hammered her with his piston. She roared like a wounded animal, open mouthed, and bucked wildly with her hips. Madeleine lost hold of Heather's ankles. Heather wrapped her legs around the back of her lover. Madeleine smiled and walked around the chair Heather was sitting or rather laying in, took both of Heather's breasts in her hands and passionately kissed her.
Just as Heather reached her second climax Henson came as well filling her cunt with endless gushes of his sperm. In the aftershocks of their orgasms they lay still, panting, he on top of her and both being caressed by Madeleine's hands.
Finally he pulled his limp member out of her. A small string of blood ran out of her vagina dripping on the carpet.
"Madeleine, I think we need a towel or two."
"Yes Sir, of course."
Madeleine wiped Heather's cunt and Henson's cock with the towels.
"Thank you, my dear, you have been very helpful. Why don't we all take a shower and then finally move to my bedroom which is so nicely prepared for your defloration."
He took one hand of each woman and led them to the bathroom.
The shower was larger enough to suit all three of them. They soaped and rubbed each other laughing and giggling when intimate parts of their bodies were being touched and fondled.
Thereafter the caravan moved on to the master's bedroom. Heather folded her hands in front of her face. "This is a dream, God, it's so beautiful." The entire bedroom including the double king-size bed was covered with rose leaves. Candles were placed all over filling the room with their heavy perfume and their golden light. A bottle of champagne in a cooler and two crystal flutes on a silver tray stood aside the bed.
"What do you say? Is this the adequate setting to take a lady's virginity or not? But you ruined it all by insisting to take you in the dining room." He smiled broadly.
