Gwen and My Bevy
By Montrose
Gwen and the other amazons rule the restaurant

I always believed that if you plan well, and do the research, that you can do 
anything. That is how I ran my life, and it was paying off. At 15 I assessed all of 
my likes, hobbies, and desires and fabricated a future that would make them all 
reachable. I enjoy beer, money, red meat, and tall well-endowed blonds (not 
necessarily in that order). That is what I wanted in my life, so that is what I went 
after.

I got a business degree from a four year college, then took restaurant management 
classes at night as I rose to middle management at a major corporation. At the same 
time I studied local demographics, property values, and business locations. By the 
time I was 32 I used my savings plus a loan to open my dream restaurant.

I called it The Haufbraw. I served a wide variety of german beers. Our specialty was 
steak, but you could get a good burger, or a vegi plate - simple grub. I hired a bevy 
of buxom blondes, none under 5' 11". I dressed them in stylized german bar wench 
costumes. The top was form fitting and the neckline plunged to the bottom rib, 
exposing the cleavage-side hemisphere of every breast I hired. The dress hem was as 
short as a french maid outfit, exposing the girls frilly panties every time they bent 
over to serve a table. With their long hair in double braids, the girls were at once 
wholesome and erotic. Men took their families and dates and enjoyed the scenery. The 
women admired my girls, too. Some women found the uniforms a little disquieting, but 
couldn't quite put their fingers on why.

"It's a bit much. Don't you think she would get cold wearing that?" They would say.

"Naa," replied their spouse or date, "Look at how hard she's working. Poor kid. She 
must be glad she doesn't have to sweat to death under a long apron."

"I guess you're right... And they look so sweet... It just seems, well..."

"Oh! Here's our food!"

And so it went, night after night. The atmosphere was too wholesome and familiar to 
question, and yet these girls strutted about more naked than dressed. And the entire 
thing was making me rich!

Just to get a chance to look at my girls all at once I held regular Friday meetings 
after we closed. The girls came still dressed for work and crammed into my plush 
office beside the kitchen. They sat on my couch, desk, bookshelf and filing cabinets. 
I would let them know about any special promotions I was running the next week and 
let them grouse about problem customers. They inevitably kicked off their shoes and 
rubbed each others feet as they complained. I sat at my desk watching this and rubbed 
myself. I didn't think they could see me doing this under the desk. I could be wrong.

 As the weeks went on the girls took to giving each other back rubs too, and letting 
their knees drift apart as they sat facing me. It was a subtle shift, but it made me 
play with myself that much more under the desk. Some of them caught me looking and 
just winked or smiled at me when I realized they were watching me watch them. I came 
to realize they did know what they were doing all along. They had made a sport out of 
who could get my attention the most - who could make me stroke myself the fastest.

It was in one of these meetings that one girl mentioned how she noticed a sharp 
increase in her tips when she managed to wink at or lean on the man at the table when 
the wife was not looking. She illustrated what she meant by winking at and leaned her 
tits onto me. My heart skipped a beat and the other girls chuckled as I grew red.

Another mentioned that she always bent from the waist when serving the men, allowing 
them a clear view down her cleavage. She leaned over me and lingered as my eyes 
became transfixed my her jiggling mass. My cock could get swallowed and lost in the 
tightly packed fold of her bosom. I licked my lips, transfixed.

Yet another girl pushed her aside and said that when the customer was a group of high 
school boys (a big money maker for me) she just demanded five bucks a piece from them 
up front before taking their order. "Boys are easy and fun to intimidate." she said 
as she rested her knee in my lap and snapped her fingers under my nose. I quickly 
coughed up a ten-spot and handed it to her. She slipped it down her blouse and walked 
away. The others murmured, admiring the effectiveness of this tactic.

The next night every girl was using these lucrative serving techniques. By the 
following week business had increased by thirty percent! I was forced to go on a 
hiring spree.

That is when my plans began to unravel. One of the girls I interviewed was named 
Gwen. When Gwen filled out the application she paid absolutely no attention to the 
fields and questions printed on the standard form. Instead she used fuck-me-red lip 
stick to write the following in two inch letters:

My name is Gwen. I'm 6' 5" tall and 205 pounds. My measurements are 45 - 29 - 42. I 
am 16 years old and a virgin, but I love using men to masturbate.

Of course I put her application at the top of the pile and invited her to my office. 
She displayed athletic grace when she walked that was spell binding. She held her 
broad shoulders square and strode proudly over to my desk. She wore a man's XXX-L 
white shirt unbuttoned to the waist and un-tucked. The tail of the shirt almost 
completely hid her too-short-to-be-decent jean cut-offs. She was barefoot. It was 
obvious through the opening in the shirt that she wore no bra, and yet her rounded 
bosom rocked and swayed so very high, defying gravity. Youth, I sighed.

I had meant to appear very much in charge, very much the important, busy, business 
man, but instead I starred speechlessly at her beautiful chest suspended far above my 
head.

"Why don't I take a seat." She finally said.

That woke me up. "Yes, please!" I sputtered. I half stood and indicated the chair 
across my desk. Instead she strolled over to my side of the desk and sat down on the 
pile of applications and resumes. She swung one long bare leg over my head and to the 
far side of my chair. She grasped my chair with her feet and rolled me up to her. She 
encircled me and my chair in her long, smooth, muscular gams. I could feel the blood 
in my face and heard my heart pound in my ears. She filled my nostrils with female 
humidity.

I had to adjust myself in my pants, the pressure was too great to ignore. She raised 
her eyebrows and watched appreciatively. She licked her full red lips.

I mustered my courage and pointed to her application which stuck out from under her 
beckoning thigh. "You didn't mention any past experience in your application." I 
began.

"Oh I have had lots of experiences." she said. "Here's one of my favorites." And she 
slipped off of my desk and onto my lap, crushing me into the chair. She buried my 
face in her cleavage, and leaned me back in my chair. Then she began to slid up and 
down on my lap. She was humping me through my pants! "Using me to masturbate," I 
think she would call it.

I tried to push her up, not so much to stop her, but to be able to breath. Her tits 
blocked out almost all light, sound and air. She didn't seem to notice my desperate 
struggle. She just humped faster, apparently getting the stimulation she was looking 
for.

By the time she climaxed I was nearing a panic! My heart pounded and my lunges 
pleaded for oxygen. I punched weakly at her wide, rock-hard biceps, but got no 
response.

I must have blacked out, because when I came to I was laying on my couch and she was 
sitting at my desk, riffling through the drawers. I felt a thick wet goo in my pants 
and realized I must have gotten something out of the experience too.

"What the hell are you doing!" I asked when I felt sturdy enough.

"Making sure you can afford me." replied Gwen. She held up one of my books. "Looks 
like you're doing very well! I'm going to enjoy it here."

"Who said you were hired?"

She chuckled. "Very funny. I'll be a hostess. That seems like less work than 
waitressing."

"You might want to check with me. I own the place you know."

"All right," she said. "If you want to do things formally." She sauntered over to me, 
lifted me up in her arms and cradled me like a child. Then, as she cupped my face 
near her exposed cleavage and she ran her long fingers over my groin she whispered, 
"Tell me I'm your new hostess."

"You're my new hostess." I whispered back as my shaft jumped to attention under her 
gentle touch.

"Good boy." She said and she slid me along her firm, curvaceous form down to the 
floor. My legs were shaky and I dropped to my knees at her bare feet. I resisted the 
urge to hump her leg. "Just send your uniform specs to my tailor." She dropped a 
business card down onto my face. "I can't wear some off-the-rack thing. I'll start 
next Monday night." And she was gone.

I rubbed my groin on the way back to my desk, desperately in need of a blow job. I 
sat down in my chair and started to beat-off when I noticed my cash box sitting open 
on the desk, empty. She had taken over $700 in small bills!

This took some time to sink in. A 16 year old girl had just waltzed into my office, 
raped me (well, got off on me without asking anyway), suffocated me, robbed me, and 
then seduced me and left me to palm my own stiffy alone? And on top of it, I had 
hired her. How could this happen?

It happened because she is the most magnificent beast I have ever laid eyes on, I 
thought. I don't regret a second, or a dollar of it.

OH! I remembered and jumped for the phone. Her uniform had to be ordered. I called 
her tailor. A body like that had to have the best. Of course I'll pay for it. No, she 
can make any style changes she wants.

When I hung up, I realized, she was still doing it to me. She was long gone and I was 
still obeying her commands. Who was this girl?

That Monday she started work. She introduced herself to the other girls and seemed to 
get along swimmingly.

I could see that even my bevy of tall buxom blonds was impressed with my new find. 
Some even expressed a physical attraction. As two of them passed me I heard one 
exclaim, "He's outdone himself this time. Having her bouncing about should really 
pack the joint."

She was right. By Thursday (a traditionally slow night) the word was out and the line 
wrapped around the building.

That Friday evening meeting was noisy. All the girls were talking at once, relaying 
stories about twenty dollar tips from patrons grateful for the "service". The girls 
had taken to calling showing men a little flesh as the "service". They not only 
enjoyed the money, but they seemed to really get off on the power it gave them. All 
they had to do was bend over just a little more and suddenly a five dollar tip was 
now ten. Press a breast into a man's shoulder, or bump your ass into his elbow, and 
you were assured of twenty or more. All this in a conservative community without so 
much as an X-rated book store.

Then they also had to give Gwen her due. They applauded the way she took a man's arm 
and cuddled him to her curvaceous side as she led him to a table, or how she slid in 
a woman's chair all the while seducing a man with her eyes over his date's head. She 
was an absolute treasure.

"And you sir!" said Alice, one of my smaller girls (5' 11", 150 pounds). "You made 
this all possible! I mean, what ever made you think to hire Gwen as the hostess? 
She's so young and tells us she told you she has no experience."

"Well, I..." I began, but Gwen interrupted me. She was sitting on the right arm of my 
office chair, crowding me over to one side. She stood up as she talked.

"I didn't leave him any choice. The little man was so intimidated by me, I could have 
helped myself to the petty cash if I wanted to. Right honey?" She rubbed my head into 
her hip and patted my face, almost pushing it into her groin. The rest of the girls 
laughed, enjoying my embarrassment.

"Something like that." I stammered into her panties. My cheeks flushed.

"You know, I've always wondered about that." said Alice. "Here he is surrounded by 
big, strong, gorgeous women and he's always been a perfect gentleman, no matter how 
much we tease him. Just once I'd like him to crawl all over me, maybe I'd wrestle him 
to the ground and tease till his cock exploded. Hell! I'm the smallest one here and I 
know I could kick his ass!" The crowd laughed again. "I mean, what's up with that, 
sir? Would you like that? Is that your fantasy?"

Now she was getting too bold. "I hardly think you can kick my ass, Alice. And 
besides..." Gwen interrupted me again.

"That's a bet I'll take. What'll it be? Wrestling? Boxing?"

"I'm not fighting Alice!" I yelled in a deep voice, trying to assert my manhood. I 
could see I was having no effect. The girls were already getting a betting poll 
started. Alice put a pile of twenties into it.

Gwen bent down to my ear. "It's either Alice or me, friend. Do you want to be 
humiliated or hospitalized?"

I was tired of everyone assuming that I would lose. I could see that the odds were 
growing longer against me, just to keep the wagering alive.

Alice started stretching. "What'll it be, sir?" she asked politely, like she was 
taking a drink order.

I sighed. She's just a young woman I thought, 21 years old. She only had one inch and 
five pounds on me - and a lot of that weight was tit! I'll take her with upper body 
strength - that would put an end to this nonsense. "Armwrestling." I said. That 
started a flurry of new bets.

Gwen set us up and held our hands. "When I let go, the fight begins. Got it?" We 
agreed. Alice was so exited her nipples bulged from under her blouse. Gwen counted to 
three and let go.

I put everything I had into that first push. Alice didn't budge. Her arm pumped and 
expanded and her neck strained for just a moment, but our hands remained upright. 
Alice smiled at me, "Not bad sir. You're going to make me work a little."

Then she pumped hard into me and almost won right there. I struggled, slid from my 
chair and yelled out in pain. She had nearly torn my arm from its socket, but I was 
still in the game. The room was thundering with the women's cheers and cat calls.

Alice made steady progress with very little effort. I rallied myself and pushed into 
her for all I was worth. It stopped her progress for a moment. She had me half way to 
the table.

I pushed so hard I thought my arm would snap! Sweat beaded up on my brow and ran into 
my eyes. I looked over at Alice. I could see the strain in her face, but she was not 
working that hard. She was smiling at me and said, "You got the cutest little vein 
throbbing on your forehead. Did you know that, sir."

"Stop toying with him!" yelled a voice from the back.

"Oh, all right." said Alice. She looked me in the eye and said, "Its been funny, 
honey." And SLAM! She mashed my knuckles into my desktop. My arm twisted in the 
shoulder socket. I whimpered and fell to the floor.

The room erupted. Alice stood over me and received her accolades and money. Gwen held 
her arm up in victory. The few who bet on me called for a rematch. Alice agreed 
immediately. I looked up at Gwen and Alice and begged, "Please don't make me. I can't 
take it." as I rubbed my aching shoulder and arm. The girls laughed again.

"That's all for today." said Gwen. The other girls grumbled, but followed her lead.

I stood red faced and humiliated as each of my girls grabbed me up in their arms, and 
pressed me into their bosom before leaving. Each hug made my face redder and my cock 
harder.

"Don't feel so bad. A sweet guy like you doesn't need to be tough. Besides, you hired 
big girls. What did you expect?" They said, trying to raise my spirits.

As the last two left, one said to the other, "Did you feel that hard-on?"

"Feel it? I was tempted to go down on it!"

"Yum!" said the first. They laughed and kept walking.

Gwen closed the door when she and I were alone.

"What do you want?" I asked, unable to disguise the fear in my voice.

"Don't be afraid. I wont hurt you... much." she said and smiled as she backed me into 
my chair. She placed her hands on her hips and said. "Remove my panties."

I complied, partly because I was intimidated and partly because I really really 
wanted to. She smelled delicious.

"Your little struggle made me horny. You had better be very, very good." Then she 
pushed my chair back and sat on my face. I went right to work with all the skills I 
had picked up over the years. I could sense right away that I was meeting her needs. 
She began to writhe and quiver over my darting tongue. I was able to send shivers up 
her spine at will. For once I had some amount of control!

Her orgasms came on suddenly and wracked her spine for minutes at a time. She came 
rivers onto my head and chest. I lapped and swallowed and attempted to keep up. At 
times breathing took precedence over swallowing. At others, swallowing a mouthful 
would not be denied. Once one orgasm passed, I toyed with her before sending her 
another, stronger than the last.

She never screamed. I was grateful for that discretion. Instead she tore the fabric 
from the arms of my chair and beat holes in my wall with her bare hands.

Eventually she was satisfied, but remained seated on my face. "Clean me up." she 
demanded. I was dutiful and happy in the work.

When I was done she got up and allowed me to put her panties back on. I wistfully 
covered her virgin box as my rod throbbed, begging for attention. My balls ached and 
sent daggers of pain up my sides.

She brushed her hair and walked to the door. After she opened it she stopped and 
turned around. "Good job. You handled yourself well - and I'm sure you'll "handle 
yourself" in another way after I leave. I'll make the girls take it easy on you."

I looked at my desk. She had smashed the petty cash box open and emptied it of an 
even one thousand dollars.

"You broke it!" I said in amazement.

She shrugged. "It was locked this time."

"But." I said.

She slammed the door and was gone. I grabbed my cock and came a massive load under my 
desk within seconds.

After that I never locked the cash box, but only left 500 dollars in it at a time. It 
was worth it to me.

I continued to make money hand over fist. Two restaurants in town closed because of 
the business mine took from them. I expanded my restaurant, adding double the floor 
space. I had every tall buxom blonde within a 40 mile radius working for me.

Gwen made sure each and every girl who wanted to had an opportunity to fight me in 
front of her peers during our meetings. I tried to cancel the meetings but Gwen 
insisted we keep them and what Gwen said, went. What can I say? I came to worship 
this 16 year old goddess. Her smallest desire became my driving motivation.

One Friday she saw fit to make a three ring circus out of humiliating me.

First she let Dawn wrestle me. Dawn is 6' tall and 180 pounds. I tried to lift one of 
her legs to topple her over, but she just plucked me up, flipped me upside down, 
tucked my head between her legs and sat down on the couch. My struggle to free my 
head from her crotch took her to near orgasm. When I finally got free she pushed me 
to the floor finished humping my face right in front of the others! She let me up 
when she was done. "God!" she said. "These panties are soaked!"

Lisa (6' 1", 185 pounds) came next. She twisted my arms behind my back and pulled me 
up off the ground for a long hard kiss. I found it hard to breath with her tongue 
rammed down my throat. At the same time she pinned one of my legs between her thighs 
and humped it from a standing position. I blacked out before she climaxed.

After I came to, Angela (6' 2", 170 pounds) pulled my pants down, then slapped me all 
around the room past all the other girls who whistled and grabbed at my ass and 
bouncing, stiff cock. Angela just kept stepping forward, backhanding my face over and 
over, sending me staggering with every blow. I tried to block her, but she was too 
fast. I became trapped in a corner, curled up on the floor. She knelt down with her 
muff on my shoulder and hump it hard, slamming her groin into my face, driving my 
head into the wall. I just sat there, curled up and helpless as this luscious amazon, 
third in a series, took her pleasure from me.

After Angela came on me, Gwen called the meeting adjourned. For the first time 
several girls were vocally dissatisfied with her orders. They were very worked up.

"Hey, this is the only way we get to unwind! You get him all the time! Back off! I 
wanna chance!" The crowd yelled. I could feel a kind of female heat in the air - a 
wilding in the making.

Gwen pushed me into my chair and stood in front of me. "You girls want him? You come 
and get him. But you'll have to go through me first."

The crowd was quiet. She was easily three inches taller and twenty pounds heavier 
than any of them. She was also younger and more athletic. But there were over twenty 
of them now. Eventually they began to murmur. "We can take her. She'll just make it 
interesting!"

"All at once then!" Said Gwen. "I'd like that."

Half the girls backed up and sat down. The biggest girls were still interested and 
indeed 10 of them charged. I curled up in a ball in my chair behind Gwen. The first 
three girls that reached her were dropped in an instant with kicks to their stomachs. 
She picked up the next two over her head and threw them into the other five. Gwen 
picked up the next biggest woman besides herself, Vicki, and held her two inches off 
the floor in a head lock. No one moved.

"Don't tell me your through already!" Yelled Gwen. "Do I have to beat you where you 
stand?"

All twenty girls retreated and apologized to Gwen. "Please don't hurt us, Gwen. We 
didn't mean anything. You're the boss. It wont happen again."

Gwen dropped Vicki and called me forward. Shaking, I complied. She began to stroke 
and kiss me in front of the other girls. They watched silently. She made Vicki kneel 
before me. She fingered my hard penis and then thrust it into Vicki's plush mouth. 
Gwen grabbed my hips and made me thrust repeatedly into Vicki's face, harder and 
faster. Eventually I took over and pumped for all I was worth. Finally! After all 
this sexual activity! I couldn't last long. I groaned and shot my load deep down 
Vicki's damp, tight throat.

"It's forgotten." said Gwen as she pushed me back to my chair. "Now leave. Everyone 
except Vicki, that is. You girls got me so worked up I think my clit is going to have 
to keep an appointment with our boy's face." That got the girls laughing again, but 
they also left in a hurry. Vicki gave me a wink and licked her lips when she thought 
Gwen was not looking, but remained on all fours at Gwen's feet.

I dropped to Gwen's feet as well. "Thank you! That was fantastic!" Vicki had a self 
satisfied smile on her face.

"Get up." there was an edge in Gwen's voice.

I stood. She grabbed my throat with one hand and slowly lifted me off the ground. I 
kicked and sputtered in mid-air.

"That was fun." she told me, holding up at her eye level. "I hope they try that 
again."

After that she laid me across Vicki's back and straddled my lap snake. Of course, she 
never allowed my cock to enter her hot quim, even as she rubbed up and down on it. 
The blue ball she gave me sent unbearable pain up my side. Vicki could not long stand 
the force of Gwen's thrusts and collapsed underneath us. We continued on top of her 
for hours.

When she had her fill of orgasms she pushed me to the side and made Vicki clean both 
of us up. Exhausted as she was, Vicki seemed happy in the work. 

Weeks after the rowdy meeting things were back to normal. Gwen selected just one girl 
to beat me up per meeting and one girl to stay behind and service us during sex. If 
the girl was so inclined, Gwen even let the chosen girl and I have sex together as 
she watched, sometimes making us eat her as we did.

A favorite memory, something I flash back to often: Lisa and I were coupled in a 
seated position on the floor, humping away. Gwen was standing over us with her knees 
slightly bent. I rimmed Gwen's asshole with my tongue while Alice had her face buried 
in Gwen's blond bush. We all three rose to a trembling climax and came as one.

One Saturday night as we were closing up there came a clatter from the kitchen. Gwen 
was the first through the door to investigate, but we all followed.

The girls shoved me to the back, protecting me like mother hens. I tried to struggle 
back to the front. Without even looking at me each girl used one arm to pass me back 
all the way to the wall where Alice put me in a head-lock.

There was an intruder. A man with a gun. Gwen approached him slowly, "Take it easy, 
boy. It's over now. Just hand me the gun."

"No!" He yelled in a cracking, terrified voice. He waved the gun wildly. Gwen never 
flinched. She just kept coming and began to sway her luscious breasts in front of his 
eyes. Like a mouse before a cobra, he became hypnotized.

She pressed him against a wall and pressed her body against him. His head disappeared 
in her cleavage.

"Take the gun." I whispered from behind the crowd.

"Shush." Said little Alice and she pushed my wrist up behind my back in a hammer lock 
to assure my compliance. I punched her in the stomach with my free elbow. She just 
gave my arm an extra twist.

Gwen rolled over on the man and pressed her ass and back into him next. I could see 
nothing of him behind her except his arms sticking out to the sides. He groaned in 
appreciation and reached around for her tits. His free hand pulled her left breasts 
out and was happily at play, but his right hand held the gun. He dropped it into 
Gwen's waiting hand, then pulled out her right breast too.

Gwen gave the gun to Vicki and lifted the intruder up piggy-back style. He was all 
smiles as he licked her neck. Then she drove him into the brick kitchen wall three 
times with a cruel and sadistic furry. When she was done she let go of his legs and 
pushed her tits back into her uniform then stepped away from the wall, dropping him 
to the floor. 

"Have fun, girls." she said and she walked away, taking me with her into the lobby of 
the building. "You don't want to see the rest of this." she told me.

There was a great din for twenty minutes or so, then there was a good thirty minutes 
of silence before Dawn emerged from the kitchen.

"Would you care to inspect our work, Gwen?" she asked.

The kitchen was nearly spotless. Gwen pointed to a spot eight feet off the floor and 
ten feet from where I last saw the man and said, "You missed a bit of blood."

Angela grabbed a step stool and sterilized the area.

"What did you do with him?" I asked.

"He is no longer here, sir." said Alice.

"Then where did he go?"

The girls laughed. "He was in no shape to go anywhere." said one.

"Ever again." said another. And the whole bevy erupted with laughter.

I stopped asking questions after that. I became afraid. I could not handle what my 
bevy had become. I guess I always suspected that women can be ruthless, but to see it 
free and unleashed... It was more than I could take.

I ran away. I left my business and money and everything and just ran. Somewhere in 
the heartland of America, there is a lucrative restaurant staffed with gorgeous blond 
amazons who are looking for a man to be their toy. Any takers?