This in an offshoot project from the Margey Household chronicles. Some of the characters are the same, some new. Read the other stories in the series (Books 1-11) to find out the full background or some of it won't make any sense.
Warning: The events and characters in this story are imaginary. If you attempt to duplicate them in real life, you will end up sharing a jail cell with a big fat man called Bubba
Chapter 12-4 In the changing room (aka Ride, Sally, Ride)
by Stack of Books
(3405 words)
Andrea and Kim's seamstress services A.S.S. were still going from strength to strength. They had a waiting list of people of both genders wanting to come on their training programs, but the pee breaks were alas no more. On the professional side of the workshop, orders for wedding dresses and haute couture evening gowns were also stacking up.
Sally was still there, but getting restless, wanting to branch out on her own, although she didn't want to do the same thing as her employer, as it would be in direct competition and therefore commercially unhealthy for both parties.
Arnold had left however (not acrimoniously, but with their blessing) and was working from home on tailoring projects for men's clothing (which ASS didn't deal with any more, but passed all enquiries and work on to him). It was a bit cramped for him in their spare room, but he didn't mind, making a small profit each month to live on.
(Sally was never worried about finances because she knew her dad would always support her, not because of the naughty things they'd done together, but just because he loved her so much. Just like he said to Jen & Sam that time: I might buy you a three course meal, but I do not buy your bodies or your time with me. If you can understand the parallel.)
The adjoining shop ASS-Wipes was also now showing a good profit as it sold all the garments the students made, and it was full to the brim of clothes racks displaying their wares. The margin on s/h designer clothes (like the job lot they got from Jean's shop) was deemed too low to be worth it, so they nixed that idea, but it had indeed worked well in the beginning stages of the venture.
One day, it was quiet in the workshop as Sally was between projects for a client on custom made dresses and skirts. She was waiting for a bolt of cloth to be delivered in order to continue. So as there were no volunteers to man the shop today, she unlocked the door, turned the sign to 'OPEN' and took her place behind the till. She remembered how last time she had been here, it had turned into an interesting liaison with Debs.
A few customers drifted in. An elderly lady browsed but couldn't find anything to match her slightly old fashioned tastes. Nevertheless, she took a skirt into the cubicle, and asked Sal to remove her own one. As she knelt, Sal could smell her pussy and caressed the outsides of the lady's thighs. She mentioned she had lived in South Africa as a teenager and had teen servant girls to tend to her. So Sal put her hand inside her loose bloomers to find a very large and salt & pepper coloured very hairy vagina, and fingered and fisted her to orgasm many times.
An hour later, a fairly handsome middle aged guy was looking for a nice dress as an anniversary present for his other half. He admitted he didn't know her size.
So into the changing room:
Look sir, I'm a size 9. Am I bigger or smaller than her? Put your hands around my waist, and pretend you're cuddling her. About the same? Now kneel down and put your arms lower, around my buttocks (i.e. hips) and imagine you're in bed with her. Same or smaller? Now stand up and embrace me from behind on my bust like you would in the shower. Where your two arms meet, do they overlap at the same place? Let me pull my T-shirt up and you cup my boobs (they were braless as usual) and say if they're the same as hers or not.
He'd never seen naked black breasts before, let alone held any. She went back into the shop, chose a very pretty size 9 off the rack, and brought it back to him.
If you decide to buy this dress, do to your wife what I'm going to ask you to do now. Strip me naked including my knickers. Then put the dress on me, saying in your mind: I love you, darling. I bought this for you. Hope you like it.
He followed her instructions to a T.
And now, because she loves you too, she will do this to you.
She pulled off the dress, hung it up out of the way, knelt down, and pulled a thick 8-incher out, HJed and BJed him, and sprayed his jism over her massive globes and face. The juxtaposition of white spunk on her coal black CIV skin was a delicious sight to behold.
He of course did buy the dress, and she wondered if he would come back if it turned out to be the wrong size. In a way, she hoped it might be the wife who came back.
It was ghostly quiet for the rest of the morning and early afternoon. Then a pretty young petite Asian girl of about 18 came in, mainly looking at the blouses.
Can I try a few of these on, please?
Sure, go ahead. Just over there.
After 5 minutes, she came out wearing one, and said:
As you can see, I'm quite a small person. They're all nice, and this one is especially beautiful, but a bit loose. Is it possible to take it and the others in a bit?
Let me see. Come back in the dressing room where the long mirror is.
Sal could see she was very flat chested but still wore what seemed to be a training bra like an 11-12 year old would.
Stay there and I'll get my pincushion. She asked permission to touch the girl's upper body, and started pulling in excess material and pinning it back. It seemed that the girl really enjoyed the physical attention.
OK, I'll turn away. Please take this one off and put the other one on.
Oh no, it's fine, I don't mind you looking.
Her dark mocha skin was pure and lustrous. She took off her bra, even though she hadn't been asked to, and her nipples on the small mounds were incredible. Jet black, 12mm, hard.
Can I first just take your bust, waist and booty/hip measurements with my tape measure? That way I can set the mannequin to the right dimensions. The tape went right over those dark bullets but Sal tried not to dwell on them.
Sally picked up the next blouse, and slipped it on her, doing up the buttons, and brushed those nips again. The girl shuddered. Was that a mini orgasm?
She did the pinning again quickly and professionally, repeating the process for the third one. Sal picked up all three blouses off the floor, and said:
That's great, we can do those alterations free of charge as we highly value your custom with us. They'll be ready in a few days time to pick up. Will there be anything else, er....? What's your name, by the way? I need to put in on the ticket in case I'm not in the shop that day.
Zeta, she replied
Zeta?, Sally thought. Where had she heard that name before? Ding!! In Steve's hot tub with the new lodgers. She'd love to take this girl to meet them.
The girl was still standing there half naked.
Can you measure me again?, she asked timidly. I really liked you doing that.
I'd love to. And maybe you want to do me too. Even though I'm a dressmaker, no-one's actually done it to me. Hold on, let me lock the entrance door, turn the closed sign, and switch off all the lights. Except the one in here, she said mischievously.
She grabbed the tape again, this time standing behind her, wrapped it around her chest, and let the pad of each hand's middle finger press against and rotate upon those protuberances. Zeta squirmed in pleasure, and pressed her own fingers on her genital area above the still clothed lower area.
Sal whispered: It's OK, Zeta. Do what you you have to do. I'd like to watch.
The girl removed her skirt and pulled her knickers down. As they lay on the floor, showing the state of their insides, a light bulb went off in Sally's head, and the idea for her next career move hit her like a cruise missile.
The tape dropped to the floor. In the long mirror, they each observed what the other was doing. Sally tweaked and rubbed the nips, and used the flat of the hand to massage her teeny mounds.
Zeta watched the cute round black face with a look of deep concentration peering over her shoulder.
Sally observed the other's hands as they encouraged their owner's clit to come out to play. As it did, Zeta leant back a bit to show some pink insides, and pushed her finger in, causing some delicious squishing noises.
Zeta, undress me, measure me, around, up, sideways, whatever, have your way with me. Kiss my boobs & belly, and suck my toes if you want. Then lick my juices, and stick your tongue in my hole.
She complied, and it took her about 20 minutes to complete that check list.
10 minute break.
Zeta, are you studying at the moment?
No, I've just finished and I'm considering my next move. Why?
Cos I have a business proposition for you, one which I think you'll like. Come back to my place for the rest of the afternoon and we can continue what we've just been doing. Maybe some pee and poop games too.
I have a husband, but don't worry, he will be out the whole day. He's a gent's tailor and we both started at ASS together many moons ago. He knows I'm bi so won't mind in the slightest.
As they walked towards her home, they talked about their backgrounds.
Neither wanted anything alcoholic back at her flat, so they just topped up with fizzy drinks, occasionally burping and giggling.
Zeta, did you once meet two Russian girls?
Even though her skin was dark, the blushing was obvious.
And as they undressed each other slowly, the Indian girl proceeded to relate to the African girl all that had happened (Book 8, Chapter 9, Park Life). When she got to the bit about the strap on, Sal got her one out, the girl put it on, and Sal enjoyed vicariously what Elena & Deena had experienced in the bedroom of the au pair host's house, back bottom and front bottom.
Sal said: Unfortunately, those two minxes had to return home not long ago as their work contract and visa expired.
I had a couple of very nice afternoons with them, first with Deena, then both of them, along with my then boyfriend Ryan.
But 3 days before they had their session with you in the library's disabled bathroom, they went cruising in a park and picked up a hunky Swedish guy called Sven. He's now a lodger at my friends Steve & Margey's place, along with two others who are sisters. I think they'd like to re-enact your bathroom session and receive what you've just given me. Do you know what a hot tub is? Oh, you'll soon find out and enjoy it.
Come, let's get into the bath and pee on each other and drink it too. If you need to go poop like I do, I'd like to watch. Then maybe I can fuck you in both holes after we've washed the strap on.
If you still have the desire, we can 69 each other.
Interlude music
Like the good book says: and it came to pass that Sal and Zeta did avail themselves of our hot tub fairly soon after, and verily The Version 2 Three Musketeers did arrive again in street clothes as they'd just come back from a shopping expedition as we all sat in the lounge getting to know our newcomer. Before we'd decided it was time to go to the tub, Ally, Lyn and Sven rushed onto the patio and tried to throw each other in, making silly crocodile noises such as 'Snap!'. There was no sisterly love as it was not all for one, or one for all. Just one for yourself, fuck anyone else. It was very amusing to watch. I have it on video tape if you're interested.
Before anyone got hurt by falling and banging their head on the hard plastic sides of the tub, I called timeout, and gave an imaginary yellow card to the two sisters. They knew their punishment would be another spanking. To Sven, he got a red card and his forfeit would come at a later date (when I'd thought of one).
I took Lyn first over my knee, and her knickers were almost completely wet with arousal. Her cunt smell was so very aromatic! I put an experimental finger into her pussy slit and she gasped. Two light slaps on her covered buttocks. Sal, take her underwear off, please. Four hard ones, she stood up and faced me, and I licked her excess juices off her cleft.
Dean wasn't here, so I got Ally as well. She pulled off her skirt, top and bra so her bare boobs were banging on my legs as she assumed the position.
Margey said to Zeta: Look, it's mebbee
a bit late for me to say this to you now, but a lot of weird things happen in this house. If you're not happy or uncomfortable at any point with anything, just tell me, and we'll pay for a taxi to take you home, no questions asked. OK?
Nod
Do you want to stay and watch what Steve does to Allison?
Many nods. Yes please
I stuck an index finger in the big sister's quim past her underwear and she writhed in pleasure. Again with middle finger, going in and out. She spread her legs a bit to give me better access. Lyn laid down under her and started sucking her tits. Ally's breathing got harder and deeper as she approached her cum, then it crashed over her, and she jackknifed on my knees like a fish out of water does. Finger removed.
Two light slaps
Zeta, take her knickers off please. You may inhale them.
She did. Deeply. And sucked a corner of the gusset into her mouth to extract some juices.
Four very hard slaps.
You fucking bastard, Steve. You SOB., as she stood up.
She laid me on my back on the floor. I got 50ml of pee, then she forced me to clean her up of all the juices inside and out, paying special attention to her arsehole.
Me and the 3 lodgers then took turns taking off a piece of the other's clothing, and we jumped in naked.
Margey had taken the girl inside and shown her where to change into her bikini.
Oh, it's OK, Sal told me it was going to be nude and I'm fine with that. So they both picked up the snacks and drinks from the kitchen, and took them outside and put them down.
Can you do me first please, little one? Margey whispered into her ear.
A deathly hush descended as bit by bit, one by one, slowly but but surely all the clothes if the mature Mexican lady came off. The penultimate piece, her bra, was released and the girl was enraptured by those full and plump chocolate/Latina breasts and she caressed and played with them. Kneeling down, Margey's knickers then came off, and she plunged her cute young Indian face into that pussy, and licked and inhaled.
Margey started with her T-shirt, then her bra, and everyone gasped as her long nipples sprang out to savour the occasion, as it were. The older woman squeezed and rolled them her around in her fingers. She also went on her knees and eased down the panties, and a louder gasp gave out as her young genitals were appreciated by all.
First job on the agenda, after a quick few sups of drink, was to turn on the jets so all females could have 4-5 orgasms. Margey showed Zeta where to sit for maximum effect.
After all the hubbub died down, we officially welcomed Zeta, and asked us to tell us in full about her liaison with the Russians, in words and actions, with the two sisters using themselves as stunt doubles. We laughed when Ally (playing Deena) decided to do a Marcel Marceau impression, as she turned round to receive real Zeta fingers deeper up her cunt, but the imaginary wall kept getting further and further away...until she collapsed forward. They demonstrated the mooning on the bus, and actually lifted Zeta up on both sides so she could pee at the old man on the pavement. (Real piss came out of her.) Finally, they mimed the strap on session back in Elena's bedroom. By this time, Sven and I had real stiffies, and Margey was flicking her bean. It was all so highly amusing and sexy.
We introduced Zeta to our family's way of greeting each other with short pee drinks, not forgetting to kiss a 'thank you' to each penis or cootie afterwards. The sisters went first around everybody, then Margey, Sven and me.
Zeta looked a bit apprehensive, but knelt on the side, opened her lips up wide so we could see her pink, and we all trooped round. I was last, so stayed for her last drops, then licked her delicious insides. Everyone commented how nice her urine tasted, like sugar water.
I'd installed a warm water outside shower by now, so we stood under and rinsed and dried each other off.
We set up a table outside and scoffed BSB Coronation Chicken, pasta salad, and enchiladas, with tiramisu and fruit pie for afters. We knew Martin had made this batch, a) because the crimping wasn't as neat as the girls did it, and b) he always made a small 'M' with the pastry trimmings for the tops before baking.
More interlude music
Back to what happened in the shop changing room.
When Zeta dropped her knickers to the floor, Sal noticed they had a very pronounced mucus line. Additionally, there was a nice brown skid mark.
At her flat, after the 69 session, she gave Zeta a pair of her own clean ones but kept her dirty ones back.
She showed Zeta her own ones that she'd worn that day, also with a definite tangy smell on the gusset. Then went to her laundry basket and showed her some other ones with poop stains. Those that didn't have any brown, she put next to her arsehole, and pushed the fabric inside with her finger.
This is what I want to do, Zeta. My mum used to have an online business selling to piss, poop and period fetishists. Some women will even buy them if they're covered in cum. There are many male volunteers to fill that role.
You and I can go out cruising like Deena and Elena did with you. In exchange for giving them a good time, we'll take their panties and sell them. If we like the girl or girls, we can take them to Andrea & Kim's house in the daytime as hubby will be working here. But he's got a very nice cock, and if our 'victims' are bi, he would be happy to join us.
Do you wanna give it a go?
And they high fived to seal the deal.
Not long after that, she quit ASS.
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