Monica and The Sales Lady

Monica and The Sales Lady
Her name is Allison, and she has the longest legs! And not only that
but she crosses them just like you taught me to cross mine, and once
while she was talking to me she laid her hand on my thigh, really high
up and squeezed it real sexy like, and it was all I could do to keep
from falling in her arms, cause she had these big…”
“Monica!! Whoa!! Slow down! I want to hear all about it, but you’re talking so fast I can’t get it all!”

“I’m sorry, I guess I’m still excited….but if you had been here you
would understand…Oh, I can’t wait for you to get home!!” “What time did
you tell her to come?” “I told her you’d probably get home arou nd 6:00
and I asked her to come for supper around 7:00. You didn’t mind my
inviting her to come back did you?”

I smiled warmly at the enthusiasm and excitement that I heard in
Monica’s voice. The Allison she was so excited about was a lady who had
come to the door selling life insurance. Monica’s training allowed her
to let lady salesperson’s in the house as long as they were attractive
and not accompanied by a male. It also encouraged her to determine if
possible whether or not the sales lady might have any interest in the
things we were interested in, and if so to try to set up a meeting with
me if possible. Thats exactly what she had done, and it pleased me to
see her so excited about it.

“No dear, thats exactly what you were trained to do. You did well. Now tell me once more what this Allison looked like.”

“Well, she is really tall…she must be around 5’10″ or maybe even a
bit taller…she had on high heels so I may be over-estimating her height
just a little. She has light brown hair, not too long, and green eyes.
She was dressed conservatively, very business-like in a skirt and
blouse. But I could tell she didn’t have on a bra under her blouse by
the way her nipples pressed the front of the soft material out. When she
sat on the couch she crossed her legs and then tucked the ankle of her
right leg back under the ankle of her left leg…just like you showed
me…and slid her supporting foot back at that angle that makes legs look
so pretty…you know what I mean.”

“Was she wearing stokings?..or could you tell?”, I asked. “I really
tried to tell, but it was difficult. She had on either stockings or
pantyhose one, but I’m not sure which.” I heard a small laugh come
across the phone lines. “Maybe she’ll wear the same skirt and blouse
tonight and you can find out for yourself.” Chuckling, I replied, “Yes,
or perhaps I’ll make you find out for me.”

“Yesssss, MASTER!, whatever you say!”, she giggled into the phone.

“Did she say anything to make you think she might be bi?” “Well, it
wasn’t so much what she said as it was the flirty way she said
everything she had to say. She did say that I was very attractive and
that she loved petite women. Then when she rose to leave she put her
hand on my thigh, very near to my crotch and squeezed it quite hard. I
didn’t want her to move it, but I wasn’t sure whether to say anything or
not.”

“I think you did everything exactly right, precious little slave-
slut! I can’t wait to get home…in fact I may come home just a bit early
to help you get ready. This could be a fun filled night.”

After we hung up I made a call to the Chamber of Commerce to check on
the insurance company that this lady supposedly worked for. It was a
well known company and she was listed as their sales representative for
our area. She worked out of Chatanooga, Tenn. and came through our area
once every three months they said.

Finally around 5:00 I got caught up enough that I could leave work.
When I got home I heard the shower running and slipped into the bathroom
quietly to find Monica laying back in the tub with her eyes closed. She
had the Shower Massage showerhead in her hand and was letting the warm
water pulse against her spread open cunt. It had almost gotten to the
place that there wasn’t anything that Monica did anymore that she didn’t
do in some kind of sexually fulfilling way. I loved it.

I slipped back out just as quietly as I had entered and slipped out
of my clothes and into the nice navy smoking jacket that Monica had
given me for Christmas the year before. I took the white silk
wrap-around gown that I had given her out of the closet and laid it on
the bed. It was a very pretty gown, quite short, but still very
attractive on Monica. I found the white slippers with the very high
heels and laid them beside the gown.

I was in the kitchen fixing a screwdriver for her when I heard the
water finally stop. I made the drink stronger than necessary, but then
she expected the drinks I fixed for her to be that way. I held the drink
out to her as she came through the bathroom door rubbing her still hard
nipples with both hands.

“Oh!!, you scared me, you silly! When did you get home?” I smiled at
her and kissed her gently on the mouth. “I’ve been here for a while. I
saw you were, ahem, “busy” in the bathroom and decided to give you some
privacy.”

With an embarrased giggle she sipped the strong drink and replied,
“Yes, I was sort of “busy”, wasn’t I? I’m afraid I stayed in there too
long, I’ve not even started supper yet.”

“I called for some supper to be delivered when I saw that you hadn’t
started anything yet. It should be here shortly. In fact, I think I hear
a car in the driveway now. Here…slip a towel around you and go open the
door for the delivery boy.”

She gave me that “You’re something, aren’t you?” look, but obediently
wrapped the small towel around her and opened the door for the teen-age
delivery boy. I didn’t have to watch to know what effect she would have
on him. She told him to please put it on the dining room table for her
since she couldn’t let go of the towel, and turned her back giving him a
good view of her cheeks as she came back in to get the money to pay
him.

“Is it the kid with the big one?”, I teased. “Yes, you devil, and its even bigger than usual now…must be the towel.”

“Well, too bad we’ve other plans, he could stay awhile…maybe another night.”

Grinning a big sexy grin she took the money from me and paid the boy
off. I heard him whistle an appreciative whistle as he walked away from
the door toward his car.

“I think he heard us talking”, she said with a smile, “his face was a
beet red when I walked back in and gave him the money.” Together we set
the table in the dining room and no sooner had we finished than the
door-bell rang once more. This time I did the honors.

“Hello…you must be Allison, the insurance lady that Monica was telling me about. Please, come in.”

“And you must be Mr. Wade. Monica was so kind to invite me for supper, I really didn’t expect that…she’s a delightful woman.”

“Yes, she is delightful in many, many ways!” I said as I ushered
Allison into the dining room. Monica was certainly right about Allison
looking like something we’d be interested in. She wasn’t the kind of
woman who struck you right away as being beautiful, but she had an air
about her which told you there was alot there both to look at and to
learn about. She was quite attractive.

“I hope you’ll forgive the casual way we’re dressed. We enjoy the
privacy of our own home and usually wear something comfortable when we
are here.”

“Oh, no…thats just fine. I dont’ blame you, I don’t wear much at home either, frankly.”

“Well, we certainly want you to make yourself at home while you’re
with us”, I said with a mischievous grin as I pulled out the chair for
her.

Dinner was fine under the circumstances. I knew that Monica and I
were anxious for it to be over with, and I got the impression that
Allison felt the same way. Finally we were all through and we retired to
the living room.

Monica and I exchanged smiles as Allison seated herself in the same
manner she had earlier in the day. This time I seated myself on the
couch next to her and Monica sat in the straight chair opposite us. I
gave Monica the code to open her legs and smiled to myself as she sat
open legged in the short gown. Her pussy was plainly obvious, but the
look on her face gave not the slightest hint that she was aware of it.

Allison obviously had on the same outfit which Monica had described. I
could see her nipples plainly through the material of her blouse, but
it was very difficult to detect any garters through the tight skirt. She
began her presentation as if there was nothing at all else on her mind,
although I caught her glancing up often and looking between Monica’s
legs. Each time she did I could detect a nervous twitch of her eyes and
watched as she swallowed hard before speaking again.

Several times she laid forms in her lap and on two or three such
occasions I reached to her lap and took them to look at for myself. In
doing so I was soon able to brush my hand against her thigh enough to
tell that she did in fact have on a garter belt under her skirt. Her
nipples grew harder and harder behind the blouse until they were
literally poking out through the silky fabric.

“This is an unusual question, I’m sure, Allison”, I said, “but I’ve
always wondered what the answer is. Is there a clause in insurance
policies which gives the company an out in the event that the insured
dies while engaged in an unusual sexual activity?”

Allison brightened and smiled warmly. “I guess that depends on what you mean by unusual…just what do you mean by that?”

“Well, you see Monica is a rather unusual woman. By that I mean that
she has needs which are somewhat more….well, I mean she often has to
be….I guess what I’m trying to say is that…”

“Pleassse, please, Mr. Wade…feel free to say exactly what you mean to me, I’m a big girl, and I’ve seen it all, I assure you!”

“Well, ok then…Monica is a slave-slut, Allison. Its not unusual at
all for Monica to be involved in group sex situations with both men and
women, and believe me, sometimes they can be very physically draining.
I’ve just often wondered what would happen as far as insurance is
concerned if she had a heart attack or something under such
circumstances.”

Recrossing her legs and sliding her skirt higher on her full thighs,
Allison rubbed her hand along her calf sexily as she answered my
question. “Well, thats really a very good question, and its the kind of
question that more people should ask. Luckily for you, I know the
answer”, she smiled broadly. “For insurance purposes a heart attack is a
heart attack unless it can be proven that the insured suffered a
self-induced heart attack as a way of committing suicide. There is no
case where an insurance company ever tried to prove someone attempted
suicide by fucking themselves to death.”

While she had been giving her explanation to me, I had given Monica
the hand signal which indicated that she was to rub her legs. I had
displayed the signal long enough that the signal had additionally
informed her that she was to also touch her pussy. Allison saw her hand
moving on her legs out of the corner of her eye as she spoke and when
she had completed her answer focused her eyes directly on Monica and
watched calmly as her hand moved to her pussy. Monica had now laid her
head back and closed her eyes and without any further instruction from
me was now also rubbing her breast with her left hand inside the gown.

“Would you like something to drink, Allison?”, I asked with a smile.

Without taking her eyes off of the busy little slut who was
performing for her, Allison replied breathlessly, “Yes, that would be
nice…a good cold strong drink would be very nice.” I took my time in the
kitchen fixing the drink. I knew that Monica would not stop playing
with herself now unless I told her to. I also knew that Allison would
not stop watching her.

What I saw when I came back into the living room proved me right on
both counts. Monica’s robe was now completely open, revealing her small
sexy body. Her left hand was pinching and pulling at the nipple on her
left breast while her right hand was busy pumping two fingers in and out
of her dripping wet cunt. She had slid down on the chair now until her
pussy was right at the edge of the seat, and her head was still laid
back and her eyes closed tightly.

Allison had pulled her dress up to her waist and was slumped down on
the couch. Her eyes were fixed on Monica and both hands were playing in
her shaved and naked fuck hole. She didn’t even look at me as I entered
the room.

Sitting beside her, I lifted the glass to her lips and watched as she
sipped from it thirstily. She still made no sign whatsoever that she
was aware of my presence. Moving her drink to my right hand, I began to
unbutton her blouse with my left hand, not stopping until I had it
completely unbuttoned and had pulled it back to the sides to reveal her
hard nipples and full breasts. Having done that I began to play with her
nipples with the fingers of my left hand, pinching and pulling at them,
twisting and turning them like radio knobs. She had two fingers from
each hand inside her cunt now and was fucking herself with the same
gusto that Monica displayed across the room. I began to talk to her in a
soft sexy voice.

“You love watching her, don’t you, Allison?….You love watching the
hot little bi-slut fingering her dripping wet fuck hole, dont’
you?….Look at her nipples, Allison, don’t you wish you were sucking on
them now?….think how good her juices must taste…think how good her mouth
would feel sucking on your naked fuck hole….do you want to eat her
Allison?…do you?….crawl to her, you dirty little cunt sucking tramp,
crawl to her and suck her juice into your mouth…do it now!!!”

She fell forward immediately to her knees, crawled across the
carpeted floor, and pressed her mouth tightly against Monica’s wet cunt.
She slid her arms under Monica’s trim thighs and pulled her pussy into
her face with her hands.

Meanwhile I moved behind her and slid her tight skirt up over her
ass. Slipping off my robe, I stroked my cock once or twice and then
knelt behind her. I rubbed the head of my thick fuck meat in her sloppy
wet slit and then began fucking her as her mouth worked noisily on the
slut cunt in front of her. Monica grabbed her head in her hands and
pressed her mouth even more tightly against her trembling pussy.

I began pumping my cock in and out of Allison’s hot cunt, grabbing
her by the hips as I stroked my meat into her. When I had established a
nice comfortable rythym, I moved one hand to her ass and began pressing a
finger against her asshole. Realizing that I needed lubrication, I slid
my hand up Allison’s back and past her head to Monica’s cunt and slid
my finger in between Allison’s bi-slut mouth and and the juicy dirty
tramp fuck hole on which it sucked. Coating it quickly with the juice
that Allison so obviously hungered for, I moved it back to her ass and
slid it quickly into her tight little shit-hole. Her hips really began
moving now as she fucked herself back and forth on my thick cock and on
my finger that was moving in and out of her chute.

Monica began to moan softly, and her breathing began to come in
gasps. I knew her orgasm was beginning and wanted Allison to come with
her. I picked up the pace of my assault on her holes and was rewarded by
a continually more frenzied movement of her hips. When Monica’s ass
began to lift from the chair and thrust itself into Allison’s face, I
felt Allison’s cunt and asshole both clench noticibly. The small of her
back started dipping and rising in time to the fucking of my cock in and
out of her hole and I heard a deep scream begin in her throat, muffled
only by the juice that filled her mouth and the pussy against her lips.
Monica’s climax was a very strong one, and she grabbed Allison’s hair
and pulled at it trying to draw her head tighter against her crotch as
she came.

The scream that had started in Allison’s throat grew stronger and
moved through the juice and cunt to her own lips and escaped strongly
now. Her whore hips bucked high and strong as my cock began spewing hot
wet fuck into her. She jerked from the waist back and thrusted outward
from the waist up, both ends fucking, one end taking, the other end
giving. Suddenly her whole body locked up, tight as a drum, and then
just as suddenly she went limp, falling on the floor. My now soft cock
slid out of her hole and Monica was forced to release her head from her
grasp.

Rolling Allison over on her back I checked her breathing to make sure
she was alright. I’d seen a similar response to orgasm before with
Donna, so I knew she had just momentarily passed out. She stayed out
longer than Donna had, however, and it was nearly five minutes before
she came to. By that time Monica had knelt beside her also, partly out
of concern for her safety, and partly out of gratitude for the orgasm
she had just helped her achieve.

When she did come to we all smiled at each other and hugged warmly.
It had been a very pleasant and exciting introduction for us. Monica had
been right about Allison, and I was proud of her for being able to
tell. How right she had been we wouldn’t know until later on. But we all
knew then that there would be more times for us in the future, and we
were glad. Boy, were we glad! –