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                          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!
