The craft group

The women's craft group had been underway for almost half an hour when the building owner walked in, interrupting them. Ellie was annoyed. It had been going well and she had just begun to get to know her fellow group members, and had been chatting to Francesca, a latin lady who it turned out lived on the same street as her. They had been embroidering tote bags. An activity that it turned out that they both really enjoyed. Ellie thought that Francesca's work was really creative and she was secretly quite pleased that her new friend had been so complementary of her own efforts too. Although it was a small group (in total there were 8 of them, including the woman who was co-ordinating and who had brought the supplies), Ellie looked forward to getting to know them all.

She was enjoying the casual relaxed nature of the group, although the woman who was running the class seemed, well... a little strange. Carolina was a woman in her early 30s who was in pretty good shape thought Ellie, but she wore the most fitting, shiny clothes that Ellie had ever seen. The blouse and skirt she thought would attract attention from anyone who saw her on the street. However, if that was what she was comfortable in, Ellie thought, who was she to complain? In the introductions, Carolina had said that she actually worked part-time in the office upstairs as her day job, and that she hadn't had time to change before coming. Ellie wondered how glamorous this office must be!

Ellie looked away from the class instructor to the man who had so abruptly and annoyingly interrupted them.

"uh, thanks for coming everyone", the man announced. They all turned reluctantly to face him. Behind him was a mature lady who wore a tight fitting satin blouse and skirt combo, which if it was actually possible, was tighter and more form fitting than Carolina's.

Ellie hoped that the guy would make it quick. She hadn't come here to be patronized. This was a women's group for fuck sake.

Mrs Willis here and the office staff will bring in some refreshments in a moment. I wanted to introduce you to them as it was they who organized this facility and I'm sure you'd want to thank them for it.

An uncoordinated low replies of perfunctory gratitude came back from the group of women sat at the table with the Tote bags in their laps.

Thank you, he continued. Then, he said something that seemed off for just a moment. until Ellie had thought about it.

"I think you should all give Mrs Willis a kiss to thank her for helping prepare this facility."

Although she had initially balked at the suggestion, it now seemed perfectly reasonable, thought Ellie. The place was nice and she obviously had gone to some effort.

A young blonde woman had gotten up first and had given the older woman a kiss on the cheek in a continental style.

"No, I meant on the lips".

"Oh, sorry - of course. how silly". said the blonde, blushing a little in embarrassment, before returning to kiss the woman on the lips. Mrs Willis stood there, unmoved.

When it was Ellie's turn, she could feel her own boobs squishing against the older woman's as she reached up for the kiss (there being a significant height differential), then she sat back down.

"Ok," said the man. "Here are some house rules: First, no tops. You can work in your bras. Make sure they're nice.

Ellie shrugged. It was his place, so his rules and started pulling her shirt over her head.

"I'm not wearing a bra", said a black woman. Chanelle, Ellie thought she had said her name was when they all had been introduced at the start. She loked a little upset at not being able to comply. Ellie felt relieved that she was wearing her usualy shiny black one.

"Thats ok. You can sit there just in your panties. You are wearing panties?"

"Yes.", said the black girl sounding relieved and tugged a loose sweater over her head, then got up to undo her tight fitting jeans.

All of the women got themselves into the instructed state and sat back down. Thankfully it was quite warm in the room, and Ellie found it quite comfortable to have gotten out of her shirt.

"Great, thats about all. Remember to enjoy yourself and keep coming back. Oh and dont mind anything I say or do".

Ellie nodded. She was enjoying herself! and, nothing was going to stop her returning! Even as the guy approached her, with his erect cock pointing straight at her face it seemed perfectly reasonable that she, like the rest of the group should open her mouth and suck him off one at a time before he left. Behind him, his assistant held his pants and waited as he circled the group. She was enjoying this goddaamit, because, well he had told her to. The sensation of his cock filling her mouth, the taste of it - pushing as far in as she could bare then out so that she could feel his plum with her lips. This was a great day out- she was so glad she had decided to come, and of course she would be coming back!

He thrust into her mouth for almost a minute before quickly moving onto Francesca, a little to Ellie's disappointment and jealousy. She hoped that in this game of musical chairs that he would make it all the way round the group and back to her before he came. She wondered if he might cum in her mouth and thought that she would enjoy that too if he did.