Special Delivery

Behind them were large bay windows looking out westward and I could see how dark the sky had become. The rain was audible even from inside the building and it frustratingly muffled Madeline's voice as she addressed the room. Craning my neck around the door without stepping further into sight, another couch came into view, the two women it contained listening intently to whatever Madeline was saying. Their appearance had my cock reaching its full potential. A slightly chubby woman looking to be many years younger than the rest, lay completely naked across the lap of a well-dressed older woman, her hand absently caressing the others plump upturned buttocks. The desire to take my dick in hand was overwhelming and I cursed myself for not applying the de-sensitizing cream before I'd left the change room, no way would I last long with all this stimulus.

My urge to wank was removed as Madeline turned and her heels clicked across the floor toward me, ultimately drawing open the door and ushering me into the room. All eyes upon me, most of which aimed squarely at my erect penis. I felt my face flushing as Madeline led me further inside to eventually stand in the middle of the gathering right beside a padded coffee table, upon which my old friend the latex sex doll now lay. I looked up from him back to the naked woman across the lap, the woman above now clearly with her hand between her subordinate's legs, openly fingering the younger. She in turn writhed upon the stocking clad legs below her, her white skin stark against the red velvet couch.

"This is unheard of Madeline," a woman with grey hair, champagne flute in her hand rose to seemingly protest my appearance. "Thirty years and never has a man participated in a workshop at the I.L.F."

"Well, I'm manager now and I made an executive decision," Madeline defended my presence. "Look," she gestured down at the sex doll. "This thing isn't much use, so we can settle with sucking on our plastic dildos for the next hour. Or," she reached out her hand and took hold of my now nerves affected semi erect cock. "You ladies can enjoy the real thing?"

"I know what I've decided," one of the women in lingerie moved off the couch and approached, her hand meeting Madeline's around my swelling penis before looking back at her objecting peer. "And it's not the alternative."

I checked her out as her eyes diverted and liked what I saw. Possibly sixty-ish I supposed, her hair blond with roots showing grey regrowth. Her makeup was impeccable, with red painted lips that I knew would look fantastic wrapped around my cock. The lingerie was a black baby doll that I now noticed was entirely see-through, erect nipples upon breasts that surely must have been implanted but still looked beautiful.

The friend she'd been canoodling with upon the couch when I'd spied rose also and with a look at Madeline as she approached, asked if it was just my cock that was available during the workshop?

"He's all ours," Madeline smiled, taking my hand and squeezing in support as she drew me down onto the coffee table beside my redundant latex buddy. "We can do with him what me may."

"Good," the roughly fifty-year-old responded, stopping to take her panties in hand and slide them down over her garter belt and stockinged legs, stepping out of the unnecessary item. "Because I want to get my pussy eaten!"

*

Her waxed smooth pubic mound smushed up against my nose as she ground dripping labia all over my mouth, all the while feeling what had to be multiple lips and tongues around my cock. On my elbows as I leaned back, my neck became sore as I slurped her mature folds, ultimately having to lay back fully, her pelvis following to eventually have her sit fully upon my face.

"My god ladies," I heard the now familiar and reassuring voice of Madeline. "Take it easy on him, he's here all weekend."

Seemingly disregarding the advice, my hands were taken up and each placed between hot and lubricated upper thighs, fingers sliding effortlessly into one hairless and one obviously hirsute pussy. The woman above me eased back slightly, allowing me to at least be productive and go to work on her clit of which I teased between my lips and lavished with kisses and licks. I looked up her torso and discovered she'd removed her bodice, clearly enhanced breasts defying gravity for a woman of her years.

Mouths were removed from my cock and just in time too as I could feel my orgasm approaching. "Okay, okay," Madeline again. "Let's just step back for a moment, everyone gets a turn." The woman above me would have none of that and began grinding her pussy into my face with renewed fervor. I obliged her by poking out my tongue as far as it would go, feeling it delve inside her velvety folds, onto a lubricated asshole and back and forth from buttocks to mound of Venus. The inevitable orgasm preempted when she clasped her thighs tightly around my head, a hand in my hair to pull my face further into her body.

I felt like an object. Nothing more than one of the dildos I'd noticed laying around the room, a living, breathing, sex doll. And I couldn't have been happier.

My ears blocked to most sound around me, I did make out the clapping and cheers as my face was cum upon. The gathered ladies seemingly pleased with the sex show being performed by one of their number. Her pussy released a steady flow of lubricant which I drank down with relish; a sweet tasting wine, as mature and refined as the woman from which it seeped.

"Are you done Liv?" Madeline clearly addressed the queen on the throne and with her thighs parting allowing me to freely look up, I saw her look almost bashful, not the brazen, wanton, sex crazed diva that had attacked me. She raised a hand to her mouth as she climbed off my head and I could see her face was noticeably red.

"I'm sorry," she guiltily laughed. "It's been a while," she excused her behavior and looked down at me. "Thank you...what was your name again?"

"Aaron, his name is Aaron," Madeline huffed as I made it back to my elbows to see the room had dramatically changed. All but Madeline and the lady with the woman on her lap were naked, clothing, underwear and stockings strewn haphazardly across couches and upon the floor. I looked down at my dick to see it dripping with saliva, lipstick marks along its length, upon my shaved pubic bone.

Madeline cleared her throat. "Now that we've gotten that out of our system, can we focus on what this hour was set aside to study?" Hearing no dissenting voices, even from the woman that had first raised issue to me being there, who I now noticed was just as naked as the rest of them and judging by her impressive amount of pubic hair was the woman that had grabbed and fucked my right hand. "Fellatio!" Madeline reconvened.

*

They took it in turns. When each of the ladies wasn't practicing her oral skills on me, they would pair up and practice on each other. Madeline went from overseeing their form to sitting beside the woman still in clothing and they began to chat out of earshot. It had me wondering if this older woman was someone in authority as well?

The woman that had lain upon her lap was now seated beside her, intently watching the goings on. Her feet up on the couch, she could have been innocently watching television in the manner she sat, save for the fact she was entirely naked, a hand down at her crotch and fingers expertly manipulating her clitoris. I watched as she leaned into the woman to her left and whispered something in her ear, noticing the similarity between the two, before she rose and joined the others on their knees in line to blow me.

I looked around. A woman with far too much fake tan lay face down on a couch hugging a cushion as she was being eaten out from behind. The raven-haired beauty dining had her jaw high up between the buttocks of the other, clearly licking her asshole. One chunky female with impressive breasts had donned a strap-on and was enjoying having it sucked on by a conservative looking lady in her fifties wearing stilettos and nothing more. The woman with her mouth currently around my cock made a gagging sound and lifted off, trailing a large amount of saliva which she used to lubricate her hand as she began jerking me off, eventually relinquishing her prize to the next in line.

I was being paid for this!

I began to wonder if it was real. Was I dreaming? Had I died somehow, possibly crossing the stream, washed away in the flood and ended up in some erotic heaven?

Madeline and the somehow familiar looking woman next to her chatted as they observed. When the younger woman that had been across her lap made it to the front of the line and took my cock in hand, then mouth, the demeanor of the lady on the couch drastically changed.

A casual observer until now, she uncrossed her legs and the green wrap dress she wore parted. Her thighs separated to reveal tan stay-up hose, no panties and a thin strip of trimmed pubic hair. Madeline herself watched her neighbor along with me, a hand sliding onto her pronounced pubic mound, fingers pressing her outer labia. Two of the earlier pleated skirt girls entered with champagne but seeing their presence wasn't required, one merely stood to the side quietly observing, a hand between her thighs, while the other (the girl with pubic hair) joined Madeline upon the couch.

Another mouth joined the fun at my cock and took it upon herself to lick my balls, her cheek being slapped by the jaw of the other as she bobbed away on my length. The two lady's breasts pressing together as they embraced between my thighs.

The serving girl with pubic hair (I really needed to learn names) spread her legs and I was amazed to see Madeline place a hand over her vagina and casually stroke her fingers through the down, almost like petting a cat.

It was all too much! When, where I was to cum, hadn't been explained. From one sliding her mouth down my saliva coated shaft to circling her tongue around the bulbous head, to another lovingly licking my balls, my orgasm was imminent and I felt a sudden nervousness about what was etiquette in the situation. Looking once more to Madeline, I made it clear in my facial expression I was ready and she thankfully interpreted my distress.

Rising, Madeline drew the attention of the group with a clearing of her throat and strode beside me, climbing up on the lounge. "And now what we all want to see," she moved in close and I felt her breasts press my back. "The question is who gets it?" She pressed her cheek against my own as she grasped my slick erection.

"Ooh me," the woman in suspenders rose from where she'd been fucking herself with a purple dildo. "It's only fair," she proposed. "I came on his face!"

There was a concurring murmur from the ladies and the two kneeling at my legs moved aside to allow her access, but only marginally.

Madeline's hand worked along my shaft with just the perfect amount of pressure, her breath on my cheek, her perfume, it all had my heavy balls ready to release an expected torrent and I held my own breath as it approached.

"Are you ready Liv?" Madeline whispered, her hand moving quicker, the same hand I realized that had just been upon the servant girl's pussy. Liv opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out suggestively to prove she was indeed prepared to receive my gift. Madeline's boobs pressed harder into me; I could feel the heat of her body. I could smell pussy, multiple pussies. The two other women at my thighs moved their faces in beside Liv and in turn opened their mouths...

And I came.

Not just any orgasm. The best of my life. If I thought cumming inside my first girlfriend years before had been wonderful, it was nothing on this. Madeline's hand stopped moving and squeezed tight as she obviously felt my seed speed along my shaft, trapping it for that one millisecond to build up the pressure before release. And what a release. The first thread shot clear over Liv's head to lay in a strand upon her hair. The next and multiple thereafter directly upon her face, over her eyes causing her to half close them. Finally, Madeline directed my flow into her awaiting mouth where the two other women were quick to descend upon, tongues entwined in a stew of semen and saliva.

Not getting enough from Liv's mouth, the chubby blond from the lap descended on the source, her mouth once more wrapping around the head of my cock to suck cum from me like a straw. Madeline withdrew her service, giving me a kiss upon the cheek that I wished was upon my lips and stood back up at my side. "So, there you have it ladies. I think we can all thank Aaron for his participation this afternoon," she looked at her watch as there was agreement from the audience. "Time's pressing and we do like to be punctual. Some of you may wish to withdraw to your private quarters before dinner but may I remind you it will be served on time at 6pm."

Having to almost wrench my cock away from the woman still sucking me, Madeline drew me to my feet and escorted me from the room, the doors closing behind us. "That went better than I expected," she leaned in and placed her arms around me, my still erect and wet cock pressing hard into her stomach. "Don't you think?"

She leaned back and awaited my response.

"I don't know what to think," I admitted. "I feel like I should be paying you for this!"

She laughed and once more kissed me, this time closer to my lips I noticed.

"Oh, don't be silly," she giggled. "You're a hit. I've never seen Barbara this enthusiastic for one."

"Barbara?" I questioned.

"You didn't notice?" Madeline frowned. "Barbara Rothgate? The woman beside me on the couch."

It was then I realized why she'd looked so familiar.

"The Senator?" I exclaimed to the acknowledgement of Madeline and then it really clicked. The naked girl that had lay upon her lap was her daughter. Briget Rothgate. The influencer. I'd entered another world.

The flashing of red and blue lights from outside the building caught both of our attention and forced a change of subject, Madeline unfortunately leaving my arms when the eventual knock came at the door. The policeman's presence spoke volumes with yet a word uttered and when he informed Madeline the river was crossable, it was no great surprise. Standing out of sight, I realized I was now free to leave and when Madeline closed the door, the look in her eyes conveyed her awareness.

"I understa..."

"I want to..." we both spoke at once followed by a smile. "You go," I offered.

"I understand if you want to leave," she said. "We'll organize a suitable payment for your participation."

"I was going to say, I wanted to stay," I admitted and once more she was eager to embrace me, my flaccid cock embarrassingly hardening as it was again pressed into her body.

"Wonderful," she kissed my cheek.

*

I again showered. After, examining the contents of the toiletries bag. The blue pills which I put aside, were surely Viagra, and I wondered how and why they were available at an all-female institute such as this? The desensitizing cream however, I liberally applied to my cock. Yes, I think I'd lasted reasonably well in the previous session, but what more was to come? I'd need to be prepared if I wanted it to go as well. Really, I just wanted Madeline to be proud of me. Strange. All the women I'd seen naked in the last hour. Even the girls roughly my own age and it was her that the very thought of had my cock swelling. As I applied the last of the cream, my fingers stimulating my length, I doubted the effectiveness of the lotion.

Prepared, I stood for a moment unsure before thankfully the door to the locker room opened and one of the serving girls entered. It was the one with pubic hair and she was quick to give away her identity, no matter how awkwardly and revelatory. "Mo... I mean Madeline asked me to escort you."

"What?" I inquired.

"Escort you. To the dinner. We're serving," she divulged, producing a bow tie. "Your uniform!"

"No, I mean, where you about to say 'Mom?'" I asked as she came closer to wrap the tie around my neck, her face immediately blushing.

"Oh, um, yeah. I'm her daughter, Sophie," she held out her hand, taking her soft palm in my own.

So close to her, I could now see the resemblance. It wasn't all I was aware of. Her nipples had hardened and wearing no underwear, the scent of pussy came to my nostrils and had my cock rising to the occasion. She was as beautiful as her mother and I blushed myself as I stated my own name.

"Yeah," she smiled. "I know."

There was a moment. We both shared it. Was it possible I was in love with both a mother and daughter at once?

The smell of cooked food came to our noses and Sophie was quick to respond. "Come on, we're up."

Our hands remained connected, merely swapping as she led me from the locker room out into the hallway and down another corridor. Eventually we came to the kitchen where we joined the three other serving girls. Handed one, then another plate of steaming food, I looked at Sophie with an air of concern.

"I've never waited before," I admitted, to which she smiled.

"I don't think it's your waiting skills you'll be judged on Aaron."

If I felt underdressed in only my bow tie amongst the girls and a few (all female) kitchen staff, it was nothing compared to entering the dining room. There must have been close to sixty women present. All seated. All dressed immaculately in evening gowns, makeup, jewellery. My cock that'd been rising when in Sophie's presence, shrunk at the reality of my situation, the intimidating nature of the room. The ten or so women in the fellatio class had nothing on this.

Receiving a gentle shove from behind, I was ushered into the room proper and the din of conversation was replaced with a murmur of combined contemplation at my presence. I felt my face redden, my balls contract as the crowd all focused on me alone. This was terrible. I was entirely out of my element.

And then the reassuring face of Madeline.

"Now here's our unexpected entertainment ladies," she declared as I presented a plate to the closest woman. I couldn't help but admire the impressive cleavage on display below me, the exposed thigh of the woman next to her and thankfully, my little friend below agreed, twitching involuntarily into life. "Ooh," Madeline exclaimed at my development. "And it looks like the show is about to begin."

I met her eyes and she smiled, offering me a wink before I headed back to get more plates. Again, I placed them before the women and once more Madeline spoke up. "And understand ladies, it's not just chicken on the menu," she seemingly responded to the look on the face of the woman at my hip, her eyes on my semi erect dick. "Aaron has enough cock to go around."

The moment she said it, as if given license, the middle-aged lady beside me took my dick in hand and then mouth. The desensitizing cream did nothing! The softness of her lips, the damp cushion of her tongue had me hardening within her mouth, sighing as the pleasure of the blowjob took effect. My god she was good, her eyes looking up into my face to gauge my response. I was approving. A hand reached across from next door and cupped my balls and then the shaft. My cock gently stolen from one mouth to enter another; saliva shared between the two beauties. This woman older but equally as accomplished, impeccably applied lipstick leaving streaks along my shaft as she sucked.

Sophie's voice caught my attention from behind and I turned to see her holding plates. "If you could?" She held them toward me and I looked down at the woman with lips around the head of my dick.

"Sorry I have to..." I managed and understanding, though reluctant, she withdrew, sucking the eye for pre-cum as she went. My service was appreciated by the next two, the ladies just as eager to sample the entree before the main, so to speak. My now proudly erect cock shared between two mouths, tongues entwining around my shaft, up onto the head.