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Lingerie salesman's training
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Thursday 27 December 1990 1:24 pm
SALESMAN TWO
Slamming off the alarm, with yesterday's fabulous outcome
still rocketing around in my brain, I grabbed a clean towel, clean
underwear, sox, my robe and shaving gear and headed down the hall
at the "Y" to clean up and make myself presentable for my second
day of indoctrination in the fine points of salesmanship at the
hands of Mrs. Julie Covents, wife of my new boss Ernie Covents.
If the second day is going to be as terrific as the first
turned out to be, good lordy halifax in the morning, I don't know
if old Mike, me, salesman for "Top Line" real silk ladies
undergarment products, is going to survive the number of days of
indoctrination that Julie said it took to become proficient in this
game. What was it she said? Five or six days of intense work.
Jesus Christ, by the time I finished yesterday the muscles in my
stomach were so sore from cumming I didn't think I would be able to
get out of bed this morning. As a matter of fact the muscles in my
lower abdomen were so sore it hurt to stand up straight even now.
What the hell would I feel like tonight if we managed to screw as
much as we did on that first day. Oh, well, maybe a hot shower
would relax the muscles a bit and I could suffer through the day.
The hot water hitting the head of my prong and the
visions of Mrs. Jane Doe, also known as Julie Covents, in various
positions and in various degrees of nudity caused the old syringe
to stand up tall and straight and I was almost tempted to soap it
up pretty good and give it one of my extra special wash jobs that
did so much good when I was lacking in finding any pussy to dip it
into. But, what the hell, with what happened yesterday and what I
was sure would happen today why splatter any jizz on the shower
room floor when Julie was out there somewhere waiting to suck it up
in one way or another. Jesus, I have to stop thinking about that
or I'm gonna walk around all day with my pants bulging out in
front. No matter how hard I tried, no matter what I thought of
instead of what she did yesterday, no matter how determined I was
not to give the schwantz a soapy lick or two, it stood up and
demanded attention every time the vision of Julie popped into my
mind. So, just for practice I gave it a couple of quick strokes of
my soapy hand just to see if it was awake and rarein' to go. It
was, boy oh, how it was ready.
I had to get goin' because it was getting near 8:30 and
she wanted me there shortly after Ernie went off to work at 9:30.
I dried off, put on clean underwear and once back in my room
dressed in my best trousers and shirt and sport coat, gave my shoe
s a lick and a polish and headed for the elevators. I stopped in
th e cafeteria for a quick cup of coffee and a sweet roll and on
the wa y out made a pass at the cute cashier. I wanted to get into
her pants and was giving it all I had. She was softening, but in
the meantime there was Julie out there on the west side waiting to
give me more lessons.
Getting off the bus I took off at a fast walk for the
Covents' home and, fucksville. Julie opened the door on the first
ring and she was an absolute vision of the ultimate in female top
of the line fashion; at least I thought so. For an older woman,
this gal really knew how to wear clothes and how to take care of
herself. She greeted me, however, like she had never seen me
before, though, and my first thought was, oh, oh, Ernie is still
home and she wants to keep him guessing. She greeted me with no
fervor in her voice and said that I could take that chair and we
would get on with business; the same chair, by the way, I sat in
yesterday. She, however, didn't sit in the chair in front of me
like she had yesterday, but sat down behind a small desk just to
the left of that chair and, after getting herself settled, opened a
ledger of some sort, looked up at me and said, "I have a few
entries to make, Mike, and I'll be right with you. There is coffee
in the kitchen if you want some. As a matter of fact, you might
bring me a cup, too, just black."
What a bummer. Instead of the greeting I thought I was
going to get, a kiss, and maybe even a squeeze or two on my rod
which, by the time I had gotten to the front door was already
partially hard, there was nothing. Not even a friendly touch.
What the hell was going on? Anyway, I went for the coffee, came
back and gave her one cup and I sat down across from her and
started to sip on my cup of coffee. After about the third sip, I
could stand the silence no longer and decided to fire a question
her way, so I said, "Ernie still in the shower?"
"No, he was called to New York yesterday. Left on the
early flight out of O'Hare about an hour ago. He won't be back
until a week from today. Nice of you to ask."
With that, head down and back to the books. What the
hell was going on. After the way she acted yesterday what was
holding her up today. Then, I got to thinking. She only broke
down and acted herself at the tail end of our fuck session. All
the other times she was play acting, or so she said, by referring
to herself as Mrs. Jane Doe, customer. This was how I was to
expect customers to act; not Mrs. Julie Covents. Is that the way
it's going to be? Miffed by the way she was treating me in view of
our close relationship yesterday, I was just about to get up and
tell her to shove the job when she looked up, smiled and said, "I'm
sorry it took so long, but I had to get the books in order, because
tomorrow I have to send in Ernie's report to the front office. I
hope you didn't mind."
With that, she closed the book, and crossed her legs by
doing the same routine she used yesterday. She had a habit of
reaching down and lifting the hem of her skirt about six or eight
inches and then she would cross her legs. The desk, one of these
open front affairs, gave me a terrific view of this proceedure, but
the only thing I got to see was the tops of her stockings, a flash
of white thighs, the hem of a gorgeous lace slip and the straps
going up to "you know where" of her pale blue garter belt. Nothing
else was visible, though. Now that I look back on that era from
this advanced age, this all happened some 45 or 50 years ago, the
invention of what is known as panty hose today was a crushing blow
to the art of girl watching. With panty hose, a girl could wear a
skirt short enough to qualify for use as a collar and cross and
uncross her legs a million times and a guy still couldn't get a
good look. Shit, Charley, she puts on panty hose, then panties, no
matter how brief, over the top of them or she might, even, put the
panties under the panty hose and man oh manichewitz she might as
well be wearing a body stocking. So you see her cute legs and
nothing else; big deal. Hey youngsters, that ain't what girl
watching is all about. In my younger days women wore stockings
that came up to about mid-thigh or barely above the knee and that
was it. They had to be held up by a device called a garter belt.
For those of you who have used sock suspenders the idea is about
the same. The main belt went around the waist and there were four
straps dangling from the belt with clasps on the end for attaching
the stockings front and back. From the top of the stocking,
however, to the edges of her underwear there was nothing but nice
rounded white female thighs stretching all the way up to lovers
junction. Some girls put their panties on first and the garter
belt second, others did it the other way. Garter belt on bare
waist and panties over the top. That was my favorite for girl
watching. The panties, by the way, were seldom the kind of brief
you see today; tight fitting and nothing more than the bottom half
of a swim suit. No, no, fellas. Most girls wore the loose legged
kind; nothing to bind the upper portions of the thighs and most of
them covered with gorgeous lace trim. Most girls I knew, wore what
was known as a teddy which was nothing more than a loose legged
pair of panties with a top attached that covered their breasts and
most girls I knew disdained a bra if they wore a teddy. By the
way, for the young and unitiated, most teddys had a snap crotch
which could be undone when she wanted to take a pee. Neat, because
most girls I know kept forgetting to snap that thing. You guys
think Fredericks Of Hollywood invented the crotchless panties?
Sheeeeit, Charley how wrong can you be? Girls who put their teddy
s on and forgot to snap the crotch shut did that 50 or more years
ago. One of the thrills when I was younger was to stand at the
bottom of the elevated stairs, metal open grating type tread, and
look up as the ladies came down. As their skirts flared forward as
they strode down, flashes of white thigh above the stockings, the
neat look of the garter belt straps and then, if you were lucky,
one would come down with no panties on or with the crotch of her
teddy unsnapped. Better than that, though, was to sit in front of
the Chicago Theater and watch the ladies disembark from their cars.
Most cars at that time followed the European styling with the
doors, front and back, on a common post and hinge located in the
center of the car body. Thus, the front car door opened from front
to back and the lady had nothing to cover her as she swung her
right leg out, knees wide apart and tried to stand up. Even better
was to watch her get out from the drivers side; what a view this
was. Panty hose, sheesh!
But, I digress. I gotta stick to business and quit day
dreaming. So, I looked up and Julie sitting there behind the desk
with her legs cro......whoops..not so Henrietta. She was sitting
there, now, with them pretty wide open. Again, the view of the
thighs and stuff, but the triangle just appeared black. Black
panties? Yeah, maybe. Yesterday she had red and they showed up
great. Then, she spoiled me view by crossing them again. Finally
, putting the book in the middle drawer and closing it, she got up
and came over and stood in front of me and said, "Now, we get busy
. Today we cover the two most important pieces of women's apparel
I can think of; the stockings and the garter belt. We have varying
grades of silk stockings [this, dear reader was before nylon was
invented] and, the finer grades of silk have to be handled with
delicate touch. Therefore, Mr. Mike, we go into the bedroom, mine
, and I give you a manicure, but I won't polish your nails unless
yo u want me to. So, away we go."
In the bedroom she had a little table set up along side
two chairs facing each other. On the table were all sorts of mean
looking clippers and prods and what all and, as I had never had
anything done like this I was just a bit apprehensive. She sat
down, I sat down and she reached for my left hand and started to
work. It wasn't bad. She filed and cleaned and soaked and cut an
d with almost every change of tool went through the crossing and
uncrossing her legs routine. She did it very slooooowly, too and
gave me a tremendous look up inside her dress. She wasn't wearing
any panties; just the black mound of hair staring me in the face.
I caught her taking a peek at my crotch after about the third or
fourth leg switch and there was a big mound beginning to crowd the
outer surfaces of my zippered fly. The view of her cunt was enoug
h to give me a good hard on, but believe it or not the slip she was
wearing did more. The bottom section of that slip had to be solid
12 inches of delicate lace and was it ever pretty. Sexy, too. Al
l she did was smile and went on with her work. Then, I noticed how
we had been treated in the seating routine. She had positioned me
with my back to the large bay window type deal that was the main
window in the bedroom and, of course, she was facing that window
full view. She wanted me to see everything. The sun was streaming
in and lighting up this scene like a spotlight. This was done with
a purpose in mind. She said, "Well that's all done. How do they
look?"
They looked okay to me, but really didn't see any need
for it, but if she wanted me to have a manicure, man, I was gonna
have a manicure. As I was admiring my hands she said, "Want me to
do your feet, too?"
"No, I don't think that's necessary, What do you think?"
"Let me look. Take off your shoes and socks and we'll
see."
Off came the shoes and socks and, as I was doing this,
she got up and brought over a little cushioned top table, put the
bowl of sudsy water on the floor and told me to soak a bit. I felt
foolish, but what the hell, it was her show. Finally, she picked
my foot up and placed it on a towel on that little table and dried
me off. Then she went around, picked up the bowl of water,
squatting down as she did so and giving me a reaaaaallll look, this
time, walked around behind her chair and squatting with her butt
almost touching the floor, which, of course, gave me the $100.00
view, for sure, picked up my other foot and put it in to soak. As
she started to get up, she caught her heel in a throw rug and went
over backwards legs extended and skirt falling all the way to her
waist. Wow, what a sight. She giggled and said, "Gee, I didn't
mean for that to happen, got back up and gave me another preview of
her delights in so doing. It took her a long time, it seemed, to
straighten her slip and skirt and, in so doing, gave me a rather
enjoyable view of stocking tops and garter belt as she flopped the
skirt and slip around in the air to straighten it. Finished with
my toes, she reached down and got my socks and put them on for me
and kissed each toe as she did so. Once my shoes were on, she was
all business, once more, and said, "Well, let's get the show on the
road. Now, when we get down to the den, pick up your kit, look it
over and check the inventory, you'll have to do that every day and
restock anything missing. Sometimes in the, pardon the expression,
"heat of the sale" we've known salesman who have walked off and
left the entire kit; not just one article. This can get expensive
as you might well guess."
She headed out the bedroom door and down to the den.
Once there, I checked everything over and turned to her and said I
was satisfied.
"Good", she said and continued with, "by the way it is
all paid for. You earned that yesterday, among other perks which
I'll tell you about later. Now, to business. This house has seve
n rooms with doors. Some of the rooms have two doors and we'll use
all of them. All have been numbered as you will see on the den
door which is numbered one. Each will be closed like you will fin
d as you make your way around your route. Go up to the door, make
sure you are presentable and, by the way, you are, at this moment,
a picture perfect salesman. Knock, and get ready to meet the
occupant of that house or apartment. I'm going to go through the
gamut of receptions you are likely to get. We have the house wife
that won't let you in for any number of reasons, but most can be
overcome with good salesmanship and some fast talking. If you have
memorized your spiel use it as it is or ad lib your own thoughts
and arguments in between; anything to get inside that door. We
have found, Ernie and I, that many housewives, especially early in
the morning are grumpy and out of sorts and will answer you before
they really think. Be nice and wear them down. Anyway, your look
s will get you into most of them. That, we found is a real plus.
Ernie being short and fat and continually smoking that stinking
cigar had lots of trouble; thank god they made him a supervisor.
Now, let's get going. Give me, please, about 10 or 15 minutes to
move from room to room so I will have time to get into the next
state of dress and/or undress. Okay, Mikey?"
She closed the den door on me and I sat down in my chair
and started timing. After about 12 minutes, I got up, knocked on
the den door and waited; nothing. Knock, knock. Wait. Nothing.
Knock, knock and the door was flung open by what appeared to be a
disheveled mess. Hair in curlers, a dirty old nightgown on that
covered absolutely nothing; it was ripped at a very strategic
location and you could see her pussy hairs. She had on a bathrobe
that had seen better days and her first words were, "What the fuck
do you want?" Followed by, a growl which sounded, roughly like, "I
don't need or want any of whatever it is yore selling fer
chrisesake." I was set back on my heels by all of this, but
bravely flipping open the catalogue we were supposed to show as
soon as we could, I flipped through several pages showing women,
gorgeous women, in various states of undress and, by the way, I had
studied this magazine last night and most of it could pass for a
porno magazine. I mean it was jackoff time while looking through
this thing. I went into my spiel, then, emphasizing what could be
done with some wonderful underthings, how it would perk her up and
so on and so on. She listened, but made no move to let me in. So,
I continued on with the clincher phrases, as they called them, she
softened and said she would take a few minutes and at least look
because they sure were pretty. I was in!! Yeah, man!
She went over and sat down, legs splayed wide apart and
showing me the whole road show right up into the pink slit which
was partially stretched open. She made some perfunctory moves to
cover herself when she saw me looking, but they were not effective
. She, truly, was Mrs. Jane Doe, customer.
"Well, ya' gonna stand there staring or do you want me to
beg ya'". I had been standing there fascinated, but got down to
the nitty gritty and started going over the whole thing. I had
placed the kit on the only flat surface I could find, but she
pointed out she couldn't see with it there. Why didn't I sit on
the floor in front of her chair and do my thing? So, down on the
floor in front of those wide spread legs, started pulling panties
out only to have the, now, Mrs. Julie Covents, remind me it was
garter belt and stocking day. Back to the spiel and Julie went
back to being Jane Doe. She was delighted at the display of
stockings and asked if she could look more closely at some of them.
Kneeling in front of her I handed her several choices of style and
color and sat back. She, looked, felt, laid them on her leg one at
a time and, finally, picked one of our more expensive items and
said, "How much for these." I told her the price and she looked
kind of pale for a second and said, "I can't afford that. They're
too good for the way I wear my stockings, anyway. I don't use no
garter belt, I got big rubber bands. I put them on and roll the
stockings down around them. Works just fine. I'll show ya' if ya'
want." No, no, I had seen my mom do that a thousand times. She
sat there for a couple of seconds and I interjected with, "But they
would fit better, look better and, certainly, make your legs look
better if you wore them with a garter belt."
That seemed to be the trigger. She looked at me and
said, "Do ya' think they would?" I nodded yes and she went on
with, "You mean to tell me if I was kinda dressed up tonight when
the old man came home and I was wearin' these fancy hose and one of
them garter belts it would be enough to make him pay attention to
me?"
Well I told her I couldn't guarantee that, but I bet if
she met him at the door with those stockings on, a pair of our
premium panties and one of our very sexy brassieres, all of which
would be topped off with one of our very sheer pure silk peignoirs
or maybe just a sheer nighty it would tend to get his attention.
She thought for a minute and said, "Awright, show me one
of those garter belt things and show me how it works."
I handed her one of our better, coal black lacy deals
with teeny pink rosettes attached in various strategic places, she
looked at it, turned it over and over and said, "Christ, it almost
looks like a chastity belt with no chastity trap. Show me how to
put it on, will ya'"
Gut churning, I said I would try and with that she got up
and stood practically over me. What a sight, but I got up and
undid the garter belt hooks and started to put the belt over her
nighty.
"No, for chrisesakes. Even a dumb ass like me knows
better than that. Lets do it right." With that she jerked her
shorty nightgown up to her chin and locked the hem there by
clamping her chin against her chest. I stepped around behind her,
positioning myself so I could look over her shoulder so I could
center the straps in the middle of the length of her upper thighs,
loosened the clamp a bit to fit her waist and snapped it on.
She looked down, admiringly, and said, "Jeepers it does
do something for my tired old legs. Let's put that pair of
stockings on and see what that does."
Standing stock still while I got the stockings, I turned
and told her it would be easier for her to sit down and do it, but
she wanted none of that; she wanted me to do it. Not ever having
put a ladies stockings on made the thought of doing this rather
nerve wracking, but a customer's wish is my command, at least that
is what it said in the instructional material. So, doing it like I
had seen my mom do it, rolling them down between my thumb and
forefinger, I went all the way to the toes and slipped them on her
feet. Gee, it wasn't bad at all. They went on sort of easy. I
did the other one before I adjusted the garter belt straps and the
n snapped them on kind of neatly, if I do say so myself, and sat
bac k and admired my handiwork. She paraded around the room
looking at herself in the mirror, came back in front of me and
said, "You say this will raise old Scabby's pecker enough for him
to throw a fuck into me when he comes home tonight? If it can do
that, I'll take a coupla sets. Old shitface hasn't had a hard on
for over 12 year s and I'm not sure this will do the job. Show me.
Go out that door and wait for a few minutes for me to doll myself
up and then when I say, "ready", you come in and we'll see what
happens. Game?"
"No ma'am, I can't do that. First of all, we're not
supposed to get involved with the customers on an intimate basis
and then, too, the items you have on are not really for sale.
They're samples. Besides you haven't said you want to buy them."
"Look, buster, I got eyes. You been walkin' around for
the past 15 or 20 minutes with the biggest hard on I've seen in a
decade. All I want you to do is show me how all of this works and
I'll take a night gown and what was that other thing, a peignoir?,
yeah and you can throw in a good bra, too. What say? First sale
of the day and a chance to put your old pecker into a pussy that
hasn't been cracked open for nearly 15 years. How about it?"
Anything to make a sale; wasn't that what Julie said?
So, I said, "Well, in that case. I'll give it a short stab and
then I have to get on my way." With that, I changed my tone and
said, "Julie, how was that. Was I supposed to........." She cut
me off with, "I'm not Julie, go out and do what the customer asked
you to do."
Out the door and knocked. No answer, Knock, knock.
Still no answer. On the third knock there stood Mrs. Customer all
decked out in this thin see through nighty and peignoir set, no
panties, just a garter belt and stockings and no brassiere.
My immediate and speedy reaction was to produce a hard on
of grand proportions. She could see it, too, and said, "Wow, it
does have an effect on you, but will it on old scabby. But, that'
s neither here nor there. What I would like you to do for me Mr.
Salesman is give this old cunt a fast shaft job to see if the
opening is still there. If you do that, I'll buy the whole thing,
the whole outfit."
Moving quickly she stepped forward, grabbed me by the
dingus and told me to get it out and stick it in. She was damn
anxious to see if it still worked; her pussy, that is. Stepping
out of my clothes rather quickly, she dropped the whole outfit she
had on and stepped out with just her garter belt, her silk
stockings and nothing. My old dick really stood up at attention at
this sight and she said for me to follow her. She went into the
bedroom, climbed up on a rather large footstool, presented her rear
end and black pussy slit to my view and said, "Doggie fashion
should do it, don't you think?" Agreeing, I walked up behind her
with my shaft sticking straight out in front and just walked it in
right up to the hilt. She backed into me with her pretty ass as
hard as she could and I started to pump. Holding her by her hips
and that gorgeous garter belt I would bury it up to my hair,
slamming my balls into her and then pull all the way out and do it
again. As we progressed, she began to grunt and buck and lean all
the way down so her head was touching the top of the footstool and
her ass was the highest point, then, as she felt me begin to get
tense which I do just before my nuts pop, she reached down and
brought up a large rubber dildo that she had obviously planted on
the floor in front of her. Handing it back to me she said, "Don't
cum in my cunt this time, but pull out and jam it as deep in my
butt as you can get it. Don't worry if I let out a yell, it will
only hurt for a second, but then take this dildo and put it all th
e way in my cunt as far as it will go. When this is accomplished
give me a fuck job in both openings at the same time. How ya'
doing, sweet dick?"
I was doing just fine, but didn't care about pulling out
to do the other. Her pussy was so slick and so warm and so nice
and it was, literally, clinging to my prick going in and out. As I
shoved it in, the outer lips of her cunt went in with it and as I
pulled back they came back out puckered tightly around my dong.
The sensation was great, but the view I had of her pussy lips doin
g that drove me crazy. As I started to feel like I was just about
o n the edge, I pulled out, shoved the dildo in in place of my cock
an d sliding the head of my prick upward a little bit shot it home
into her asshole in one long stroke. Her knees buckled a bit and
she sagged toward the stool, but made only an inhaled hissing sound
through her teeth as my big prick spread her sphincter muscle to
its fullest. As the head went past this tight purse string, she
relaxed and said, "Oh, my god, honey, this is exquisite; give me
both barrels and I'm going to cream all over your hand. I was able
to shoot my dick into her chocolate shute about five times and
then, whammo, I blew my balls nearly off cumming and, at the same
time, I buried the dildo in as far as I could get it. As a matter
of fact, I thought I had put it in too far because as wet as my
hand was and as wet as the dildo was it just slipped out of my
fingers and disappeared into her love canal. She just kneeled
there, head resting on the stool surface, quivering and, I thought,
I could hear her sobbing. I had come so hard my legs were weak and
I could barely stand, but when I tried to pull out she tightened
her anal muscles and said in a muffled voice, "Oh, don't. Leave i
t there for awhile so I can enjoy this full feeling. I absolutely
love it."
We stayed there for a couple of minutes with my dick
throbbing inside her ass and it really felt good to me, too. She
was so tight and every once in awhile she would squeeze her cunt
muscles around the dildo and at the same time her asshole would
tighten its grip around my prick. What a sensation.
Suddenly she said, "Feel good?"
Jesus yes it felt good. Then she said in her upside down
voice, she was looking backward between her legs, "Your balls look
so cute hanging there. Your dick feels so secure in my asshole so
I want to have you try something for me. I'm going to squeeze my
cunt muscles to force the dildo out, there's a cloth on the stand
next to you, wipe your end off and dry your hand and then give me
another series of strokes in my cunt. Change of direction, though.
I want you to tilt your end down until you can feel the end of the
dildo in the vicinity of your prick head. Then move the dildo back
and forth, in essence, scratching your dong with the end of the
dildo through what layers of flesh are in between my love hole and
my asshole. Try it."
I did and nearly shit on the floor. What a sensation
that was. I kept moving it back and forth near the head of my
prong, but soon discovered I could feel it all the way back to my
balls simply by pulling it nearly out of her pussy. By this time,
believe it or not, she is breathing hard and grunting and starting
to rare back and forth on her knees and, would you believe my old
dick was getting longer and longer and longer; not to mention
harder.
"I can feel your dick growing in there. Keep it up.
You're reaching further and further with that dildo and it makes me
feel so good. Do it, do it, do it. Oh, sweet day in the morning,
keep on doing that; good lord what a feeling. I'm cumming already
and we haven't really done much of anything. Don't stop...sheeee,
don't stahhhhhp. Oh, Mike, oh, Mike it feels so good."
By this time, my dick had gone as far toward getting hard
a second time as it was going to get. So, I started pumping and
shoving the dildo in and out at the same time. She began the
backward bucking again which slammed my old prod deep into her ass
and the dildo was nearly being knocked out of my hand. It didn't
take very long at this torrid pace before I shot my wad once again
deep in her butt and she just collapsed on the footstool and
started in crying again. I pulled out, dripping all over her legs
, the footstool and the floor and, then, lying down beside her, l
rolled on my back and looked up into her face. She was crying and
the tears began to drip down, warm and wet on my face and neck.
"Why are you crying? Did I hurt you in any way?"
"Oh, god no, you gorgeous man. I'm feeling so good and
I'm so happy these are tears of happiness, not sadness. This was
another good fuck and I can, truly, say it was worth every minute
of it. I suppose you are wondering who is speaking now. Do you?"
I nodded and she said, "You stuck your prick into Mrs. Jane Doe's
cunt, but you were fucking Mrs. Julie Covents in the final moments.
Is that hard to understand?"
No, I guess it wasn't too hard to understand, but my
second day of indoctrination wasn't over yet. I helped her up and
placed her on the bed. Kissed her on the mouth, she slipped her
tongue into mine for just a second, reached down and got hold of m
y dick licked and sucked the cum off it and said, "Kiss me between
the legs and I'll drop off to sleep for a bit."
I spread her legs and kissed her there, but she was
already asleep with a cute grin on her face. What a gal.
We must have slept for about an hour or so. When I
awakened she was already moving about and setting up things for
session number two and door number two. Did you ever get the
feeling you had worked far too long and wanted to just stop. I had
that feeling at this moment, but it was not going to be broadcast,
not to Julie, anyway.
Seeing me stirring, she said, "Honey, I took a nice hot
shower, why don't you go on up and get all that cunt juice off you
and I'll get set up for door number two. Relax. When we finish
this we'll go out to dinner, on Ernie of course, and have a nice
get together after we come home. Okay?"
I came down, several minutes later and she was all
dressed and looked like she just stepped out of a band box. As she
bustled about the den she turned to me after several minutes to
tell me door number two was all ready and to give her about 15
minutes to prepare herself and we would be under way. She
guaranteed me this would be followed, immediately, by a good steak
dinner. With that information she departed.
Door number two seemed to be a study of some sort just
off the main living room and setting my kit on the floor, I
adjusted my hair, my tie and my suit coat and knocked. The door
was opened almost before my second knock finished echoing around
the area. It wasn't Julie. It was a terrific looking young girl
who couldn't be much more than 17, dressed in the damnedest sexiest
outfit I had ever seen. With the surprise of seeing someone other
than Julie, plus the outfit, plus the look about this young chick
so startled me that I couldn't say anything or do anything and the
opening door spiel was completely forgotten. In short, I stood
there like a dolt. I had blown it completely. I didn't have any
idea where Julie was, but I was willing to bet she was fully aware
of my faux pas. Sure enough, it didn't take more than a minute of
me standing there like a tree stump when Julie appeared at the end
of the hallway saying, "You messed up! What happened to your
opening speech? Jesus, Mike, you can't just stand there like a
ninny. Prepare yourself for such things. Okay, so you were
surprised. Okay, so she is dressed differently than you've seen
before, but that is what is going to happen out there in the cruel
world. Are you ready to go at it again?"
I was. So she told me to back off a bit and do it all
over. I walked around a second and got my nerve back, went to door
number two and knocked. After what seemed like a half hour, I
knocked again and it opened and there stood this vision of female
sensuousness. The outfit got me, though, and I'll have to describe
it to you so you'll know what surprised me so much. First of all,
as I mentioned before, this thing of beauty was only about 17 or
18, rusty colored short red hair coming down to just below her
earlobes, breasts that were made in heaven, pert and clearly
visible from the sides, a gorgeous young firmly round pair of
buttocks and legs that just wouldn't quit. Her skin was so clear,
clean and smooth it looked like it had been painted on her from
forehead to soles of her pretty feet. Now for the outfit. It was
nothing more than [I do mean nothing, too] a strip of gold cloth
about six or seven inches wide that hung from her neck to the
gorgeous gold high heeled shoes she was wearing, just breaking over
the toe of the shoe at the hemline of this cloth. There was an
opening for her head to go through at the top and an equal amount
of cloth cascading down her back and just to her heels. Two strap
s connected the back strip and the front strip at the waist line on
both sides and another pair of straps just below the hips to do the
same thing, There was a formed collar that started to flare out
just below her breasts forming a sort of loose fitting sort of
brassiere, but not covering the sides of her breasts at all. It
was just draped over her front and then went up into the collar an
d down her back. It was very pretty, and the cloth cascaded down
over each shoulder to just about her arm pit. That was it. Her
entire sides, each side of her body was bare and when she was
standing showing her front or her back nothing of her showed except
by its contours and the bare arms and bare flare of her hip bones.
When, however, she turned sideways, heaven have mercy on the
viewer. The view was absolutely devastating! You could look right
between those two slabs of cloth and see the sweep of her butt, you
could see her rusty colored pussy hairs, just barely though, and
you could see the outline of her titties, but not the nipples; the
y were covered by the cloth. A living reincarnation of an Egyptian
goddess. Now, you know why I was so stunned. Now you know why I
stood there like a ninny. I was standing there with a raging hard
on and my sample case in my hand and nothing was coming out of my
mouth; nothing.
She looked at me, then, and said, "Yes, may I help you?"
Then, and only then, did my spiel come out and even then
it was guttural and halting, but I got the job done and she
indicated I should come in as she was interested in seeing what I
had to offer. Oh, I had lots to offer her, but it didn't come in a
salesmans kit, for sure. I edged my way past her almost afraid to
touch her. She shut the door and went ahead of me into the room.
Good lord the scene from behind was absolutely incredible [as she
walked that back panel swayed from left to right revealing the
backs of her thighs and the cute indentation at the bottom of each
cheek; just a fleeting glance and, then, it swung back to reveal
the other side and I soon discovered my hard on was dripping
lubrication down my left leg and my shorts were already soaked. I
was beginning to think this was no job for me, but on the other
hand........maybe I should rethink that silly thought. Were there
going to be things like this happen on my route? Nah, couldn't
happen. These things only happen in stories; don't they?
She sat down and crossed her legs and my eyes literally
bugged out of my head. I don't think they have ever been the same
since. As she crossed her legs, though, she did maneuver the strip
of cloth in between her legs shutting off any view of her pussy,
but at the same time the curve of her thigh where it came together
with the cheeks of her ass and the bottom portion of her little
slit was purely visible and you could see just a hint of reddish
hair there. I thought I was gonna cum right then and there. I
went into my opening and she listened like I was reading right out
of the bible. I showed her the catalog rather quickly because I
didn't want to waste any time with that and, too, I had to hold the
catalog close to her and being near to her like that made me
nervous as hell. Besides, at this stage of the game, with her
sitting there dressed like that with all that bare flesh showing,
the gorgeous odor of her clean body, all I wanted to do, really,
was say, "Sweet baby, why don't we quit farting around with this
charade and get doing what we should be doing; fucking. I'll lie
down on the floor and you just raise those strips of cloth and sit
on my face for the rest of the day and maybe every few seconds or
so you could polish my teeth and tongue with that gorgeous reddish
tooth brush you have down there." But, I went on with the sales
pitch. She looked, she felt, she stood up and posed with various
garter belts and that sort of thing, but was non-committal about
anything until I began to lose patience. Here I am standing in a
room alone with, probably, the most delicious female it has ever
been my privilege to see and what are we doing?; handing ladies
undies back and forth and my hard on is gushing lubrication down my
leg like a leaking water pipe.
"Well, thank you kind sir, but I don't believe I want
anything you have to offer at least not today, but put me down as a
possible customer at some future date. I'm going to be interested
in new undies shortly, but not right at this moment."
She turned toward the door, then, and politely ushered me
out and as she closed the door on my astonished face said, "You
were very nice and did a good job. Your boss should be proud of
you. Thank you." Slam. And, folks, that was it. One sales
pitch down the drain and one big hard on slowly disappearing in my
overly wet shorts.
"You win some and lose some. Ready to go eat?"
I hadn't heard Julie slip up behind me, but when I turned
she could see the look of disappointment on my face and said, "Is
that crestfallen look the result of missing out on dipping your
wick into that gorgeous candle holder or because you missed out on
a sale?"
I had to admit it was a bit of both. I told her that I
wasn't ready to go out for dinner as my dong was still dripping an
d the insides of my shorts felt like someone had poured two and a
half cups of egg white, raw egg white, inside.
"No problem. Take them off and I'll go down stairs and
give them a quickie rinse and dry and we'll be off and running for
that steak dinner. In the meantime go in and wash your dick off
and take a pee to rid yourself of the lube coming out. See you in
a second."
During dinner [I had filet mignon for the first time in
my life and became an instant fan of filet right then and there]
and we opened dinner with two delicious martinis apiece had this
delicious steak with baked potato and a delightful garden salad
with Italian dressing, wine to wash it down, a good red vintage
wine, Julie knew her wines, too, by the way, and lots of
conversation. She seemed pleased with the way I handled everything
except today's miscue. She went on to say that I shouldn't expect
this vision to appear after every third knock; no way, but she had
done it just to prove to me that I should be prepared for anything
. She emphasized the word anything. She pointed out some unusual
cases reported by other salesmen in the past, such as one poor guy
inadvertently, stumbling into a girls college dormitory and his
resultant loss of kit, job and all. I, felt better and, finally,
drummed up the courage to ask, "Who was that gorgeous thing,
anyway?"
"I was wondering when you would bring that up. Aw, she'
s one of Ernie's finds. Lives in the neighborhood and likes to do
voyeurism types of things. Just loves to dress up in unusual
costumes and surprise our trainees. Oh, god, Mike, you should see
her as a French maid. Wow! You think this outfit was sexy, you
should be so lucky as to take a crack at that outfit on her. But
don't get your hopes up. She is strictly a virgin; saving it for
when she gets married, she says. So that little red coin purse is
out of the ball park for you at the moment. She is a delicious
little thing, though, isn't she?"
"Man, oh man. Yes. I can't get her out of my mind and
my prick pulses every time I think of her."
"Well, you may get a crack at finding her. Ernie
suggested, and I concur, you should take over his territory and I
might add it is a good one. He thinks you have the beans to do a
"hell of a job", Ernie's words, but I agree. Will this excite
you?. She lives in this territory Ernie is turning over to you.
Would you like to run home and grab your kit and get started? Oh,
another thing. Don't ask for any hints as to where she lives. If
you have any extra screws in that machine of yours, I would just as
soon have you shoot them my way and not some other cunt. I came t
o the conclusion this afternoon after we did that butt fuck routine
that your cock was just made for my twin holes. I've given you th
e key to both doors. Use it when you want. Oh, and by the way,
before I forget. Ernie suggested, in view of the fact he is gone
so much and you are living like you are, perhaps, you would be
better off sleeping in our guest bedroom, eating with us, me
mostly, and saving your money with no food to buy and no rent to
pay. Okay with you?"
Okay with me? Jeepers and hell yes. "Sure, but what
would Ernie think if he knew we were banging each other? Would he
be so anxious to have me in the bedroom next to yours?"
"Honey, Ernie couldn't care less. Sexual games with
Ernie is roughly equivalent to playing footsie with an old dead
dish rag. He thinks I don't know about it, but he has young chicks
lined up from here to New York. Ern is going to be no problem.
Satisfied?"
"Okay, I accept. What is next on the agenda?"
"While I pay the bill, you can get the Caddy and we'll
drive on down to the "Y" and get your gear. I want to see what you
have in the way of good clothes to work this route. You have to
look super sharp. Ernie has a clothing charge account at one of
the local tailors and he will outfit you with some tailor made
duds."
Thus, I moved from the "Y" into, what to me, was pure
unadulterated luxury. The room was gorgeous, there was an
adjoining door between Julie's bedroom and this one and, as I was
distributing my meager clothing possessions around the room, Julie
stood by with a pad and pencil and wrote down such things as: need
s shorts [2 doz.]; needs undershirts [2 d]; needs socks, needs
ties,
needs shirts; needs men's jewelry; a watch, rings, tie clasps, etc.
It wasn't long before she had three pages of that note pad filled.
"I don't have any idea of how I'm ever going to pay you
and Ernie back for all of this. I'll be in debt to you both for
ever. All I can say, right now, is thanks for everything until I
can better repay you two."
She came closer, tippy toed up and kissed me on the mouth
and said, "Mike, you're the sweetest thing. You needn't worry
about repaying Ernie; his boss did much the same for him and he has
dedicated himself to helping young men get going in this lucrative
racket ever since. As for paying me back? Anytime. See that
adjoining door? There is no lock. When you feel lonely climb in
bed with old Julie. Each time you stick it in; each time you make
me cum; each time we have a good old sex session, you'll be paying
me back. I'm hot all the time and you'll never hear me say, no, I
have a headache. Hard on in your sleep? Grab hold of it come
through that door and climb in, put it in and we'll go on from
there. Whoops, don't ask. If I'm asleep a hard on tends to get my
attention. Put it in and fly. Hard ons are too precious to waste.
Wake up in the morning with a piss hard on? Rush in and put it in
. Now wash up, get in bed and I'll tuck you in."
She was as good as her word. I got in bed, stretched,
heard the adjoining door open and in came Julie with just a shorty
night gown on that barely covered her pussy. She pulled the cover
s down, took hold of my dick, sucked it into her mouth licked it
several times and when it started to grow, kissed it tenderly,
pulled the covers up tight, kissed me on the mouth, whispered in my
ear, "Anytime, baby, anytime. Good night. If you feel the need;
feel free. Julie is ready. Goodnight, my darling. In case you're
interested, this is all I wear to sleep in."
She was gone. The last I saw as she turned out the light
were the bottoms of her cute little butt cheeks sashaying back and
forth in the door way. Goodnight, Julie and thanks. My dreams
that night included Julie and the mystery girl with the red coin
purse. Wow!
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