How girls work on stilts
I have this cool acquaintance Igor who organizes all sorts of unusual parties. His clientele includes managers from various companies who need to throw some themed bash after signing documents. It used to be all about restaurants, saunas, and girls. Now all the top brass have gotten spoiled and demand variety.
So, for March 8th, he gave me a pair of construction stilts. It's this device that allows a construction worker or finisher to reach ceilings without resorting to stepladders and other contraptions. You stand on the stilts, press a button, and the mechanism lifts you up itself, increasing your height to the needed
level. The main thing is not to forget to charge the batteries on time. Such a gadget costs about 100 thousand rubles.And you might think, what do I need such a narrow-specialized professional height-increasing gadget on batteries for?
Well, the gift was given, as they say, with a long-term plan. Because he had a party planned in a month where all the escort girls were supposed to serve the guests while standing on such stilts.
For those who still don't get it, the stilts really increase height by 80–110 cm. And that means the high-ranking individuals at the party will be positioned roughly at the same level as all this girly pussy.
So the technical assignment consisted of me, firstly, learning to walk confidently on such stilts myself and not fall off them. And secondly, teaching my little chicks to do the same. At first, I fell off them, but after a week I was walking quite confidently.
The girls initially took to the idea with clear displeasure, but then quickly realized that the experience of serving guests on stilts was a plus for their personal portfolio. So Igor had to bring another 10 pairs of stilts for training.
After about 2–3 weeks, the girls were standing and walking on the stilts quite confidently and not falling off. Igor himself was organizing a party with such a technical assignment for the first time, so he was eager to test the girls personally.
On command, the girls quickly got on the stilts to the needed height, assessing his stature, and instantly surrounded little Igor. Nastya was the first opposite his face. She lifted her little skirt, under which everything was already wet. She spread her labia with her fingers and placed a hand on top of Igor's head, as if hinting that dinner was served.
Igor, without thinking twice, pressed the button on the stilts that lifts up. After Nastya became even taller, he tilted his head back, as if hinting at a hug. Nastya wrapped her thighs around his head and began rubbing her slippery vulva against little Igor's face and his nimble tongue.
Finding himself in a familiar place, little Igor began smacking his lips with appetite quite contentedly. Then he felt for the button on the stilts that lowers down, and Nastya stopped leaning on the stilts and the floor. She hung all her weight on little Igor's shoulders, wrapping her thighs around his neck so as not to fall. This moment coincided with her orgasm, so she was sort of riding his face during the "feeding." Another press of the button and little Nastya was standing on the stilts again.
After admiring little Igor's slippery and red face, the other girls silently turned and walked away.
— So, basically, — Igor concluded, wiping his face with a wet wipe, — they're preparing the venue now. All the drink and food stands for the escorts are raised a meter higher than usual. Just right for the stilts. And everything else for the clients is left at the previous level. Well, like, the top managers will chat, smoke, drink, and eat surrounded by wet vaginas. So your pussies need to be ready for clients to dip various foods into their cunts. I.e., squirting into a champagne flute – that's normal for a client. He'll drink it, wipe his mouth, and ask for more.
— Sitting down or lying down is not an option?
— No, your pussies need to work standing up throughout the entire evening. That's the format, and it's written in the contract. After it's over, the clients can, of course, take them off the stilts and for an additional fee continue their interaction not at the venue, but in a car or hotel.
***
And so the evening arrived. The girls on stilts and in short skirts were already in the hall, purring at their separate tables with drinks. The clientele showed up later than scheduled. Apparently, signing the contract dragged on, plus traffic. Among them were a couple of rather seasoned women. They saw my dolls, understood what was brewing here, quickly turned around, and left.
— So, who do we have here flashing their pussy so welcomingly? — a big bald guy immediately assessed Kristina's pussy, — Alright, the ventilation mode for the pussy is over. Look, the lubrication is already reaching the floor. Grease up my bald head.
This dude apparently had experience with girls on stilts, because he quickly found the up button and raised Kristina to the maximum height. Then he positioned himself under her pussy so that his bald head was in the right place. Finding another button on the stilts, he lowered Kristina right onto his head.
— Come on, kitty, ride my head with your pussy, you're probably tired of standing.
Kristina rubbed her pussy on his bald head and wrapped her thighs around his head just in case, so as not to slip off. By this time, the crowd had already distributed themselves among the girls. Some top managers sat them on their shoulders, others simply lifted their skirts and feasted on the pussy.
— Alright, everyone break away from the treats and come closer so I don't have to shout, — the bald guy continued to command.
The crowd peeled away from the cunts and approached their boss.
— I've found myself a suitable "crown" here. Just right for the size of my inflated ego and immense greatness. Although I'm speaking with difficulty because this "crown's" thighs are squeezing my head excellently. So I'll be brief. Today we closed a deal on terms favorable to us. We worked excellently and can relax. So don't deny yourselves anything.
The crowd dispersed to the tables and began smacking their lips again. Expensive alcohol, cigars, and caviar fit perfectly with the oozing cunts of my girls. Light music started playing, and a couple of my trainees decided to move a bit on the dance floor to the beat of the music right on the stilts.
Meanwhile, the bald boss had apparently grown tired of carrying Kristina on his head. He placed her on the stilts next to the drink stand and went to have fun with the dancing Vika and Polya. Finding himself between two dancing cunts with a bottle of whiskey and a cigar, he tried to start explaining something, like his hands were busy, so he'd work with his tongue, when he was immediately pressed face-first right into Polina's crotch. Vika at that time propped up the back of his head with her pussy and started twerking right on the stilts.
Only she could shake her ass while standing on stilts, so the boss's face kept slapping into Vika's pussy with full force. Through the cigar smoke, it looked like a pussy-fight from the side: the girls were just punching his face with their labia and clitoris. From such action, Vika flowed even more, so her lubrication was flying in all directions. The employees at that time couldn't even appreciate the boss's selfless act: the boss drew all the unbridled girly fervor onto himself, covered for his colleagues, worked with his face in the pussy, and the subordinates didn't even notice.
***
Among the top managers was a completely inexperienced and uninitiated young man in this regard, who apparently showed such promising potential that they decided to invite him as a client too. He watched all this bacchanalia with clear interest but kept dodging my girls in every way, as if hinting that everyone gathered here were hopeless pussy-lickers, except him. Basically, a suitable girl was needed for the first feeding. I had to call Dasha. She's still a virgin at 18 and looks quite young. She also took the stilt courses but didn't really want to serve at this party.
— Dashul, we have a young man among the clients who doesn't want to dive into the flesh. He's separating from the collective, that's not good. The bosses might not understand. Need to quickly hop over and do everything as you know how.
About 20 minutes later, Dasha arrived, changed, and came out to this budding pussy-licker on stilts. She dragged him to dance. The non-licker resisted at first, but she took off his glasses, as if hinting she'd return them after the dance. The young man reluctantly trudged after her. She leaned towards him and said that she seemed to still be a virgin, but it would be better if he felt for her hymen with his tongue himself.
— I won't lick pussy, I have a girlfriend, and I love her, — the not-yet-licker continued to resist.
— I also have a girlfriend, — Dasha answered, — and I love her too.
To the languid music, Dasha lifted her skirt slightly and pressed lightly on the back of his head. The client finally buried his face where he belonged. At first, he pressed his hands against her hips, but then apparently grew tired and started smacking his lips. Now that all the guests were occupied, the service was considered fully rendered.
— So, am I still a girl down there? — Dasha asked, peeling the obedient mouth of the young manager away from her pussy.
The guy nodded affirmatively, after which he buried his face in the labia again and started sucking the clitoris. And, judging by everything, he got a taste for it, because he already wrapped his arms around Dasha's ass and was smacking his lips quite contentedly.
— Hey, Kostya, peel off for a second, — the bald boss interrupted him, — that majestic lady-goddess over there – she's absolute fire. You must try her when you're done with this little chick.
Dasha took this as an instruction to act and led this pussy-licker straight into Olesya's open embrace. Olesya was flowing like a faucet, and seeing Dasha leading this scoundrel to her, she flowed even more. Her secretions were hanging right down to the floor.
— I don't want to go to her, — the nerd whined, — I'll only lick you from now on.
— Here, these are his glasses. Just don't give them to him yet. Otherwise, he'll put them on, and you'll bend or break them with your thighs.
Olesya took the glasses and told the pussy-licker that he needed to work his tongue properly, and then she'd take pity and return them.
— Come on, come on, get to it, the bosses are watching.
Kostya's sticky face buried itself in the pussy again, and smacking sounds were heard.
— That's it, good boy, good boy. Gather everything there properly with your tongue, and don't forget to rub the clitoris with your nose.
***
This continued for about another hour, after which the boss paid separately for taking the girls off the stilts. They were seated in cars and taken to hotels for fucking.