Archive-name: MrWade/mrwade15.txt
Archive-author: Master Wade
Archive-title: MRWADE= 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 around 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!
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