We get a few men who pluck up the courage to venture inside looking for some sexy underwear for their wives or girlfriends, but the vast majority of our customers are women. This is also the case with the sales reps and merchandisers that supply us with our stock.
When I first joined the company over ten years ago, any kind of intimate external activity with customers and contacts might have resulted in disciplinary action, but all that’s changed in the past few years. The management is much more enlightened now, which means that my colleagues and I are free to take the opportunities that occasionally come our way.
Thanks to some of my regular customers like Erica Smith who hosts regular sex parties, and Marcia, who runs a high-class escort agency, I’ve been able to experience some fantastic sexual encounters.
In many retail outlets, the sight of a sales rep approaching can often have a negative impact on the mood of the staff, but we actually get quite excited when they call on us because of the nature of their products. What can be better than being invited to feel the silky smooth texture of a new line in vibrating latex dildos, or trying on the latest fishnet body stocking?
We’re always pleased to see Martina because she runs a small successful business called The Sexykit Company. They make some really extreme garments that she designs herself, and as well the samples that she brings to show us, she always carries a portfolio of stunning photographs.
The use of chains and studs are much in evidence, and no attempt is made to conceal the model’s genitals if the garment has been designed to expose them. My young colleague Megan always flicks through the pages to find the items for men because of the gorgeous well endowed male models that Martina uses to promote them.
Out of the blue a few weeks ago Martina rang the shop with an invitation for me to join her and her husband at an informal lunch party on the following Sunday.
She explained that wanted my opinion on a new range of beachwear. “It’s at a very early stage,” she said. “I’ve made some drawings and run up a few samples in the factory, but I want to know if they’re the kind of thing you’d be interested in stocking before I commit to full production.”
Her home address was quite close to where I live, and she said that I was welcome to bring my boyfriend or girlfriend.
I told her that I’d probably bring Jack with me if he wasn’t working, and I said that we’d arrive shortly before noon.
Jack is actually a close neighbour who came to my aid after I locked myself out of my home about a year ago. We’ve been sex buddies ever since, and since being with me his life has changed quite a bit. He’d never experienced a threesome until one night he let himself into my place and caught me in bed with my girlfriend Yvonne. Far from freaking out, he joined in enthusiastically, and our relationship has blossomed as a result.
He came with Megan and me to one of Erica’s adult parties just before Christmas where he and Megan had sex together, and then we all ended up back at his place for a sexy sleepover.
I’m sure that Jack would be up for more or less anything, and although he knows that I have sex with other men, he’d never actually witnessed it until that Sunday at Martina’s home.
We’d spent the Saturday night in his bed and after a really nice early morning fuck we showered together in his wetroom and enjoyed a healthy breakfast before making our way to our lunch date.
Martina’s home turned out to be a fabulous barn conversion in a secluded setting with several luxury cars randomly parked on the massive frontage.
She greeted us warmly with innocent kisses and led us through a huge room with vaulted ceilings to an area outside that resembled a Mediterranean bar. It was bathed in dappled sunlight with bunches of grapes hanging from vines beneath a substantial timber structure, and her husband John was there to welcome us.
He invited us to take a seat at the large oval table and made some friendly small talk. He wasn’t quite as tall as I expected him to be, but he was clearly no stranger to the gymnasium and looked very fit. Both he and Martina were around forty and wore just the right amount of bling. John’s slacks and cheesecloth shirt suited him perfectly, but it was Martina’s outfit that was the big surprise for me.
I’d met her numerous times at work and although she couldn’t really hide the fact that her breasts were huge, she was always dressed in a smart white blouse and a classic tailored business suit.
Today though she wore a figure hugging black dress that finished just below her crotch, and was cut so low at the front that the tops of her dark brown nipples were clearly visible. Her massive tits were squeezed together to the extent that her cleavage was almost up to her throat, and the big hoop earrings were very different from the subtle studs that she normally wore. Her glossy jet-black hair was sweeping around her shoulders and down her back instead of being tied back as it usually was.
With her olive skin tone and dark brown eyes, I was pretty certain that she had Spanish blood in her veins and this was more or less confirmed when she announced the menu.
“As it’s such a lovely day,” Martina said, “John and I thought that tapas and sangria would make a nice lunch.”
Jack and I agreed, and a couple of minutes later a stunning young woman in her late teens wearing a maids outfit brought out two large glass jugs of fruit laden sangria and some tall glasses half filled with chunks of ice.
“Gracias Maria,” Martina said, and after a few more visits there was a wonderful array of dishes before us.
John filled our glasses, and we started helping ourselves to the tasty treats.
It was Jack who first remarked on the maid service and Martina responded by saying that after playing that kind of part so many times during her movie career, she promised herself that when she could afford a maid of her own, she would employ one.
“Maria’s been with us for about a year now and she’s a real godsend,” Martina said, “And don’t worry about drinking because Maria will take you home if you need her to.”
I remarked that I didn’t know about her being an actress in the past and she said that acting was perhaps stretching the point a bit.
“I was on the books of a casting agency,” she said, “And because of my looks I always seemed to get the Latino maid parts. Mind you,” she added, “I did make quite a lot of money as a result of it, and I met my lovely husband in the process.”
“So you were in the movies too John,” Jack said.
John confirmed that he was, and Martina went on to explain that she’d done roughly a hundred scenes before she was cast in a movie with John. “I’ve really enjoyed every second of every scene I’ve ever done,” she said, “But when I worked with John for the first time we just fell in love.”
I said how romantic that sounded and asked her to elaborate.
“Well,” she said, “It was just a standard formula scenario where I called at John’s home dressed as a maid to do some cleaning and he ended up fucking me.”
She said it in such a matter of fact way that it just seemed a regular way to meet your future husband.
Jack and I and looked at each other with raised eyebrows, which John noticed and said, “I think you probably need to put a bit more flesh on the bones darling.”
Martina then went on to explain that a few minutes before the shoot they were introduced to each other for the first time, and the director gave them a brief storyline to read before the cameras started rolling.
“Basically,” she said, “I knocked on the door of John’s apartment and he let me in. He commented on the fact that I was new and I explained that the regular maid had called in sick. I was just doing my job, but bending at the waist revealed the cheeks of my ass, and he said that the previous maid did more than just clean the place. When I asked him what she did, he said that she sucked his cock and let him fuck her.
“What happened next?” I asked.
“Well,” she said, “It wasn’t long before we were both naked and he was fucking me in a way that just turned me inside out. I wish I could say that I had an orgasm in every scene I’d ever done, but in porn it’s the man’s cumshot that counts. I had no problem cumming during that first scene with John but it was when he exploded all over my face and tits in those final few frames that I knew I’d met the man of my dreams.
“I’m sure we’ve got a copy of that movie,” said John, “I’ll see if I can find one for you.”
Jack asked how they coped with having sex with other people after they were married, and Martina explained that once the casting agency was aware of the situation, they tended to keep them together on screen. “Neither of us minded the other having sex with different people, and in group scenes it was unavoidable.”
John went on to explain that the studio was very keen for them to do creampie endings, and they were both convinced that their twin daughters were actually conceived on set. “Once Martina became pregnant,” he said, “We were really in demand, especially as her bump got bigger.”
This conversation just seemed so surreal. Here we were nibbling away at calamari and slices of chorizo washed down with ice-cold sangria whilst casually chatting about our host being filmed pumping semen into his wife’s pregnant body.
The thing was that we all felt quite comfortable about discussing it, and no-one felt the need to change the subject.
“Do you still make porn movies?” Jack enquired.
John said that they’d been doing point of view type clips for a couple of years. “Martina likes to suck my cock until I cum,” he said, “And I just film it with a small camcorder, but we’re working on a new and exciting website.
“What about the clothing business?” I asked.
Martina replied that she really enjoyed it but that fashion was a very fickle thing and quite hard work.
“We’ve done very well out of it,” she said, “But John and I just feel that with our background and experience we can enjoy a lucrative long term income from subscriptions and advertising revenue.”
“Porn never goes out of fashion,” John added. “Even the classic porn of the seventies and eighties is just as popular today as it was then.”
We all agreed with that comment and then Martina asked me if I’d ever been curious about being filmed having sex.
I told her that I didn’t mind and that I’d done a couple of porn films in the past. When she asked about them I said that I once took part in a double penetration scene in my early twenties, and more recently I’d done a favour for a friend who works for an adult movie producer.
“She keeps asking me to do more,” I said, “And I definitely will, but just on a casual basis.”
“How about you Jack?” Martina asked, “Have you ever fancied being a pornstar?”
“I can certainly see the attraction,” he replied cheekily.
John smiled and said that he was looking forward to working on his new project, and Martina agreed that it should be great fun.
Maria brought two more jugs of sangria to the table and replenished the tapas then Martina said, “Come with me Candy I want to show you my new idea’s.”
She led me through the house and into a room that was obviously her design studio and workroom. In truth it was a bit cluttered, but conveyed the fact that it was a hive of industry, and everywhere I looked there were bizarre looking garments hanging up.
“Not everything I design sees the light of day,” Martina said, “But this is what I wanted to show you.”
She held up what appeared to be some string with a few tiny brightly coloured pennants attached, and it was difficult to tell what it was at first.
“Microkinis,” she announced boldly, “Part of a brand new range of minimalist beachwear from the Sexykit Company.”
She showed me her sketches and although they were nothing new in terms of beach fashion, she’d noticed that we didn’t actually have anything like it on our rails.
“I realise that it’s not the sort of thing that department stores are likely to stock,” she said, “But I thought a boutique like yours might be able to sell quite a few.”
I agreed and then she invited me to try one on.