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   MRWADE15.STY                                          BY MASTER WADE


                          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!