Door-to-Door Saleswoman

"Can the fabric handle these?" Alejandra asks, pointing at her chest.

My hedonistic friend gestures to her long dark nipples, asking if the sheer bra will be uncomfortable on her chest. It's a tease from a woman who loves drawing attention to her big nips. The question is a first for Penny, who handles it well, answering that the material is more than suitable for big nips (my words, not hers).

I ask Penny if she's okay with a demonstration. I want to show this group of ladies that the products (and Penny) are legit. These women are happy to pay top dollar, but they want proof. Our typical conversations revolve around vying for status, having the best of everything within a moderate price point, and making our community a more elegant place.

When she agrees to demonstrate, I cautiously reach towards Penny's chest (slowly because it gives her an opportunity to decline) and I hook my fingers on each cup of the bra. I pull downward on each side. Penny's pink nipples are revealed to the group. The sun shines on her white chest and it reflects. Her nipples are hard and delicious. Her face turns red.

All eyes focus on Penny's chest as if I'm showing a sample for the fountain of youth.

"If this bra is good enough for Penny's delicate nips, then you ladies should be lining up."

Trust me, this group of women are the epitome of having large nipples and big clits. It's an inside secret of this community that Penny will soon understand. My plan of bringing her into the fold is working. It's a win-win situation for all. She gets amazing commissions and we get to have Penny in all her glory.

Win-win.

The women gather around Penny to touch the fabric she's wearing. I nearly laugh when Alejandra stands and comes close, now completely naked. Where did her bottom go? A mystery. Oh well, everyone will be naked soon, anyway.

Penny basks in the victory of all the compliments and financial commitments she's getting. Her smile is spectacular, yet shy. The women of the community pledge to make purchases from her and she grows comfortable with her nipples out. Hands touch the fabric of her bra and panties. Finger bristle across her nipples. She takes it in stride.

"Anyone hungry?" I ask.

I check my gold watch. Almost noon. The women say they're ready to eat and I fire up the grill, letting Penny do her thing. I start cooking marinated meat and vegetables, while keeping a watchful eye on the sales girl. She's a rock star. Her nipples are erect. Impressive. Perhaps she wised up and realized that her perky tits are the key. She should have done this a long time ago.

"Drinks? Anyone thirsty?"

As a good host, I make sure that guests are well hydrated and I've already tended to that. But I'm not talking about regular drinks anymore. As much cash as Penny is raking in, there are more profits left on the table. She can do more to shake these women down. They have money. Penny has something they want.

I flip the food on the grill and walk over to Penny, then whisper in her ear, asking if she wants to know what it's like to be a goddess. She says yes -- reluctantly -- because she knows what I'm implying. Her voice is trembling. I love that. I love the curious nature of a sweet girl.

My fingers hook her panties and I pull down. Dropping them. Her pussy is able to breathe. Finally. Looking down at her crotch and butt, I wonder if they've ever seen the sun before. The whiteness of her butt is impressive. Pure. So fucking sexy.

"A good host serves drinks," I say in Penny's ear, my lips brushing against her long hair. "Are you wet? I can smell your aroma. These housewives and soccer moms would love to taste you. Okay? Lay down. Good girl."

I guide Penny closer to the pool. I have her sit on the edge, with her feet dipped in the water, and I lay her down on the concrete. Her hair forms a beautiful mess as it spreads across the ground. Sun shines on her face and bright white body. I know that timid look in her eyes (that was me, two decades ago, when I was Penny's age). Penny is wondering how she got here, how her carefully led life brought her to this. But we both know why she's doing this.

The answer is obvious.

Her pussy glistens under the sunlight.

We have a safeword -- 'drowning' -- and if she says it, I'll get her out of here. I'll still help secure sales on Penny's behalf, but no more games if she chooses to end things at any given moment. That's always how I operate. But I know women like Penny and I know her limits.

So far I'm impressed. Penny is exceeding my expectations. Perhaps I've misjudged her capacity for pleasure? I'm usually a good judge of character and sexual capabilities. Think of me as an experienced recruiter for different types of satisfaction. I know how to bring women into the fold.

The housewives and soccer moms keep the same composure as a normal pool party, because to them, this has become a normalized thing. They talk amongst themselves, typical conversations that women have; upcoming vacations, school board meetings, whether Penny is offering a good deal in terms of savings.

All the while their clothes are coming off. Some go totally bare, others are content removing only their bottoms before stepping into the pool, drinks in hand, as the water goes up to their waists in the shallow end. Other women remain sitting in the lounge chairs while talking to each other, nipples exposed. Their bodies are diverse, beautiful in their own ways. Some thin, others curvy, large breasts, small breasts.

These are the women who run the community, who make sure the morals and values are up to par, who ensure that schools conform to the needs of parents. These are the unofficial elites of our society. As they hold their drinks and continue their conversations with each other, they line up for a turn of what Penny truly has to offer.

As much as I'd love to keep facilitating this, people need food. It's a party, after all. I continue grilling the marinated meat while taking glances at what's happening to Penny at the hands (and mouths) of these women. It's a sight that I'll never get tired of, one that always arouses me.

Listening to Penny gasp and moan, I wonder what money means to her. If this is solely about income, or if it represents something greater. Ambition has a price. Nothing is free. I suspect that Penny is enthralled by the sexual attention of women twice her age. Older women have a particular power. Mature women in a group are an unstoppable force. Penny thrives on this energy during her path to becoming a legitimate business woman.

They form a casual line for Penny's offering. First a lick. Or a kiss. Then they'd pour some of their cocktail drink on her clitoris, letting the beverage flow downward, before slurping, making Penny shiver. I'd never asked if she had been with women before, but it's apparent to me that she's a virgin at this. She twists and squirms as they drink from her fountain.

Penny's pussy is treated like a good luck charm, the way it's coddled and admired. But other moments, mouths are pressed on Penny's cunt lips, tongues are inserted in the tight hole. It makes Penny's toes curl, with her legs outstretched, coming out of the water.

It's a feast.

The food is ready and I call everyone to eat. The women exit the pool, grabbing a towel to dry themselves. Some of them get dressed, others prefer to allow their bodies to air dry, remaining in states of partial nudity. A breast here, an ass there. The women stay in a casual mood, with their mouths and faces smeared with Penny's juices.

Penny lays there, heart still pounding, recovering from what these women did. I approach her. The look in her eyes is confusion. She's dazed. Her toes are curled into balls. The thick fluids leaking from her pussy suggest multiple orgasms. Her pussy is the luckiest pussy in the world.

"Lunch is ready," I say. "Come on, we'll talk more about this later."

I bend down and sample the flavor for myself. Her clit is still erect and she tastes like a mixture of youth and cocktails. Delicious.

Penny is treated like a new best friend. There are different conversations happening and different women take time getting to know her. She's still wearing the sheer bra and she put her panties back on. See-through is her new normal. She opens herself and enjoys making new friends, but she's still shy over the fact that these housewives and soccer moms had licked her pussy. She also seems shy from the nipples that are still exposed.

After an hour, the women have to leave. Some return to their jobs. Others return to their home keeping duties. Every woman has their own value and time is precious. I ask Penny to stay a while, even though I know she has other work to do.

Two women are in the living room, getting dressed and fixing their clothes in the mirror, and I'm with Penny in the kitchen. She's wearing her saleswoman clothing. We make small talk as I put leftovers in the refrigerator. It's always important to check on women new to this lifestyle for emotional support.

"How did you like it?" I ask.

The way she responds will determine everything. I'll respect whatever she says and I'll still throw business her way. She deserves it.

"Honestly?"

"Of course."

"I'm terrified that people may find out," Penny says. "About everything. You know, what I did, the things that were done to me. I froze while it was happening. I didn't know what to do."

"Did you love it, at least?"

She nods. "I did."

"These women know how to keep secrets. So do you."

"How do you know that I'll keep this a secret?" Penny asks.

"Because you'll be back. There's more money to be made. More orgasms to be had. Did you like having your pussy licked? Do you want to try and lick pussy? I see a lot of potential in you, as a business woman, as a lesbian."

She looks down. "I don't know if I'm a lesbian."

"Why do you say that? I saw the condition of your pussy. You came multiple times."

She doesn't reply, instead clutching something that hangs from her necklace, beneath her outfit. I know what it is. She's a good girl. The purest kind.

When I tell her to kneel, she listens, like all good girls do. I drop my pants in the kitchen and stand upright with strong posture. I feed her dessert. Penny goes to work, her real job, as far as I'm concerned. Her mouth feels virginal and her tongue is hesitant, but she'll get there. This kind of inexperience will pass. It's my job to teach.

The women in the other room have a look when I moan. I rub my fingers through Penny's long, silky smooth hair. I'm teaching her about business. About women. Equipping her with all the information she'll need for a productive career. She has a bright future ahead of her.

I cum in her mouth and she swallows while looking me in the eyes. Her pink lips glisten. Fluids are smeared across her chin. Penny is in disbelief that my orgasm is in her mouth, that she swallowed some of it. By her own accord, she closes her lips and gulps again, swallowing more. Yes, she's an excellent saleswoman.

The End

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