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Saleswoman
Anonymous NixPixer (c) 1988
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A door-to-door saleswoman makes a house call. (FF)
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Kelli was doing her ironing and taking care of the
usual garbage housework Monday morning, decked out in
her sweatshirt and loose jeans with her hair still damp
from the shower. Maury Povich was on the TV talking
about women married to serial rapists, and the house
was just starting to warm up after the last night's
freeze when the doorbell rang.
Kelli looked through the peephole and saw a
professionally dressed woman carrying a sample case.
She opened the door and asked what the woman was
selling. "My name's Martha Howard, and I'm with 'My
Special Wardrobe'," the woman began. "I'd like to show
you this year's catalog of fine affordable hosiery and
lingerie for the woman without time to shop for
herself." The woman reached into her inside jacket
pocket to hand Kelli her business card, and flashed her
a view of a color catalog.
Kelli opened the door and ushered the saleswoman into
her living room. "You'll have to excuse me, I've been
working..." she started.
"Don't feel any need to apologize," Martha responded,
"if you had time to keep a meticulous house you
wouldn't need our services."
With that, Martha pulled out a catalog and laid it on
the coffee table, then opened her sample case and
pulled out a lined nightgown. "You're about a nine,
right?" she asked.
Kelli blushed and allowed as how she was closer to a
ten.
The saleswoman grinned, saying "Well, these cover a
range of sizes. Let me show you this one." To Kelli's
surprise, the woman stood up to take off her jacket and
blouse, revealing a black lacy bra and tap pants, and
pulled the nightgown over her head. "Feel the
material," she continued with no break, "it's a new
development that combines the feel of silk with the
wearing properties of a nylon blend." Kelli took the
hem of the nightgown between her fingers and rubbed it,
agreeing that it did feel nice.
Martha started to take off the nightgown, her voice
somewhat muffled through the material as she said, "Go
ahead and try this one on - we do have them in a wide
variety of colors to suit your preference."
Kelli was a little embarrassed, but since the
saleswoman was so nonchalant about changing in front of
her, she decided it must be part of her normal routine.
So Kelli tugged the bottom of her sweatshirt out of her
pants and pulled it over her head to remove it.
At that point, Martha palmed Kelli's breasts through
her bra. Kelli shrieked as the woman's knowing fingers
found her sensitive nipples, but her voice was muffled
by the heavy sweatshirt. Before she could uncover her
head, Martha had turned her around and bound her arms
behind her back. Then, as Kelli started cursing her
out, she tugged the sweatshirt away from Kelli's face -
only long enough to put something rubbery into Kelli's
mouth.
The device was an inflatable plug, and Kelli could hear
the woman squeezing the bulb as the infernal thing
filled her mouth with the acrid taste of rubber,
stretching her jaws wide to hold it in place. That
done, the woman released the sweatshirt, once again
muffling the helpless housewife's curses. She removed
Kelli's bra and wrapped a different one around her, one
with cutouts where Kelli's nipples were.
Kelli felt the draft from the air conditioner playing
over them, and the saleswoman nodded knowingly as they
perked up like two ripe raspberries. She ran a feather
over them, and Kelli moaned around her gag as she felt
her legs grow weak.
Martha piped up as she watched Kelli squirm, "Let's see
what we've got under those jeans!" Kelli tried to kick,
but the saleswoman was stronger and she soon had
Kelli's faded denims sliding down her legs, revealing
her drab panties.
As the woman tugged the jeans around Kelli's ankles,
the squirming woman sent a vicious knee in the
direction of her tormentor's face. But she wasn't quite
on target, and Martha's voice turned cold in response.
"You're not being a very good model, my dear - perhaps
you need a little... motivation." She took a spreader
bar from her sample case and locked it between Kelli's
knees, holding them open and vulnerable.
Kelli felt the cold steel of a knife touch her thighs,
and she willed herself into total stillness. She heard
more than felt her panties ripped open, and as the air
washed over her bared pussy her wet thatch of hair
testified to her arousal.
"I think you need to try our special accessories,"
Martha continued, and she probed Kelli's pussy with a
long finger. She removed her finger and replaced it
with a thin dildo, warm and slick, pushing it deep
inside Kelli as the girl squirmed on the couch, wanting
to repel the invader but unable to keep it out.
Just as Kelli couldn't keep Martha's fingers off her
nipples, or hide her response as the woman plucked at
them and made them hard, deep red and sensitive. Kelli
moaned as the woman moved the dildo in and out until
she came, breaking into a cold sweat and slumping back
onto the sofa.
While she was out of action, Martha removed the
spreader bar long enough to slide a g-string up Kelli's
legs. She re-attached the bar and cinched the g- string
tight over the base of the dildo, then untied Kelli's
arms and pulled the sweatshirt completely off her. She
took out the mouth plug, but before Kelli could enjoy
the relief from the strain it was replaced by a bridle
and bit which the woman squeezed savagely between
Kelli's jaws.
"Let's play horsey!" she said, tugging Kelli off the
sofa and sitting on her back.
The housewife struggled to carry the saleswoman, who
kept reaching down to alternately pinch her tits and
slap her ass. Because of the spreader bar, Kelli could
only move in small jerky paces, while the dildo rubbed
her maddeningly inside every time she moved.
By the time they got into the kitchen she was a mass of
quivering flesh and rubber muscles. When her tormentor
got up to get a drink from the refrigerator, Kelli
found enough strength to stumble to her feet and do a
full body slam, knocking the woman's head against the
refrigerator hard enough to knock her out.
Kelli caught her breath shakily, then went to the
closet and found some strapping tape. She tied Martha's
arms tightly together behind her back, and started to
rip the woman's bra off but changed her mind. She
looked for the gag the woman had used on her, coated it
with hot mustard from the refrigerator, and set it
aside while she figured out how to get the spreader bar
off her legs.
That done, she started to take out the dildo, but as
she tugged the thick object out of her vagina, the
sensations were so intense that she had to close her
eyes and thrust it back in and out, rubbing her clit
until she came again.
When Kelli was able to catch her breath, she pulled the
slimy object out of her with a quick shuddering gasp
and set it aside. Martha was starting to come around,
so Kelli pushed the mustard-coated gag into her mouth
and sealed it with some of the strapping tape. She
smiled coldly as a thought occurred to her.
"Don't go away now," she muttered to the dazed woman.
Kelli rummaged in the bathroom until she found what she
was looking for - an old tube of Ben-Gay. She squeezed
some of the heating ointment onto her fingers and then
slipped her hands into the saleswoman's bra cups,
squeezing the woman's tits to and fro as she worked the
stuff in. She stood back and watched as the ointment
took effect.
Martha began writhing on the floor, muffled curses and
moans coming from behind the gag. Kelli watched the
sweat pop out on the woman's forehead and reached out
with one foot to rub Martha's tits, making her squirm
more. "Is this enough motivation for you?" Kelli
snarled. Kelli tugged her G-string off, and squatted
over Martha. "Do something nice for me, and maybe I'll
cool off those tits of yours," she said. She reached
down and peeled the strapping tape off of the
saleswoman's mouth, the gag coming with it.
"Guuhhgg..." was Martha's unintelligible reply.
"I'll take that as a yes," said Kelli, and settled down
over the woman's nose and mouth. Quickly she felt a
tongue probing around between her legs, searching her
private places until it found its way to her vagina and
clit.
"Gee, seems like you've done this before," the young
woman commented as she closed her eyes to enjoy the
sensation. She rocked back and forth as the probing
tongue brought her around to a shivering orgasm, then
got up and went back to the refrigerator. She came back
with a jar of honey, and took off the woman's bra. Her
breasts were large with bright red, raw-looking
nipples. Kelli rubbed the cold honey all over the
breasts, pushing the nipples in with her thumbs as
Martha shuddered and moaned beneath her. Kelli slapped
them experimentally, enjoying the way they looked when
they quivered.
"Your arms must be hurting, lying on them like that,"
she said. So she rolled Martha over onto her stomach,
then after another thought found the spreader bar and
fastened it between Martha's legs. The saleswoman
started to complain, but subsided quickly when Kelli
waved the gag in front of her.
Kelli helped Martha up, wobbling a little on her feet,
and half-walked, half-pushed her toward the clothes
closet in the living room. She took some twine from the
closet floor, and fastened Martha's arms to the closet
bar, then stuffed the gag back into her mouth and shut
the door.
Kelli went over to the phone and started to dial her
neighbor's number. "Peggy," she said when the call was
answered, "do you have time to come over for a while?
I've got a saleswoman here who has the most
'interesting' things to show..."
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