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Saleslady "Cums" To See Me
by Livdnsouth (earlgt@hotmail.com)
***
A girl I met at church comes to my place of business
and tries to sell me something. (MF, exh, oral, mc)
***
She sat down in the row ahead of me and my family. She
usually slid into the pew ahead of us, or if she was
there first, I would steer our family behind her.
We had attended the little country church since we had
moved to take the new job. The services were simplistic
and boring, but in order to keep up appearances, we had
to mix with the right people in the community.
She always wore the same long flowing full brightly
colored, sleeveless, summer dress, which had a deep
plunging neckline. She was extremely attractive like
most southern ladies, tanned from worshipping the
summer sun, and evidently spent endless hours applying
make-up and getting ready for her regular entrance each
week. The thing that caught my eye the first time was
the ankle chain that she wore under her nude shade
panty hose.
When she crossed her legs and the spaghetti strap shoes
dangled on her foot as her leg waved back and forth
gently, the gold chain glittered in the light of the
chandelier. I imagined her little cunny lips squeezing
together and relaxing under her hands placed so gently
in her lap.
She had slim shapely legs, and the face of a temptress
that always had this glazed expression as she sat there
with her leg gently waving...back and forth...back and
forth. It was an anticipated weekly pleasure to
daydream away those boring sermons, fantasying about
the creature just ahead of me.
The only distraction that kept interfering with my
lascivious thoughts was her two unruly preschool boys
who played and fussed beside her for the Sunday morning
hour.
They would distract many who sat close by, and when she
tried to quiet them, she would lean down and hush them
up, and at the same time give me a great view down the
front of her dress. She was small-titted, but her hard
nipples stood straight out and punched impressions in
her undergarments that were visible only when she
leaned forward.
She obviously had a man in her life that was plowing
her furrow. Most southern ladies were attached to good
family men who always seemed to be getting over a
Saturday night hang-over. It didn't really matter to my
fantasy though, and I continued to imagine all kinds of
naked gymnastics with her during those Sunday mornings.
Sometimes her younger sister would attend with her and
by seating arrangement, became the "blocker" at the end
of the isle to keep the young boys from escaping.
Her sister was much curvier and always wore the same
creamy white skirt and jacket with a frilly blouse that
was open down to the little flower on the front hook of
her bra. She was one of those girls who struggled to
keep her weight under control and you just knew that
when she caught her guy, she would likely balloon up
uncontrollably.
She was about 5'4" tall with short cropped hair that
was styled around her cherubic face. She had that
southern girl, peaches and cream complexion with these
little chubby cheeks. Her bright sparkling blue eyes
glinted when she looked at me and she had these little
pouty lips that I wanted to taste.
Her blouses always had these deep plunging necklines
like her big sister, but she had bulging big boobs that
she squeezed together and forced upwards and out by
always doing up her two lower jacket buttons, when she
cinched in her narrow waist.
She seemed to be presenting her fleshy mummeries when
she approached me, and for added excitement she wore
this gold chain with a dangle that just danced in her
cleavage.
Her tight skirt was stretched down over her womanly
hips and hugged her ass so tight that the stitches at
the top of the little dart at the back of her skirt
always looked like it might burst open. Her legs were
covered with nylons in the same light shade as her
tanned skin and I loved to hear her thighs rub together
when she walked up the isle. She always wore high
heeled shoes that exaggerated the calf muscles in her
legs and made her ass cheeks twitch when she walked.
I never found out what their names were and I never
really thought that I would ever get to actually fuck
either one of these southern women. I struggled to
conceal my wandering eye, (and swollen pants) because
my wife always seemed to know when there was any pussy
competition in her area, but I didn't let it stop me
from imagining either one of them on their backs with
their legs wrapped around my waist, being the recipient
of my thrusting rigid cock, when the lights were out
and I was performing my matrimonial duty, buried inside
my wife.
I was managing a factory in town during the week and
from time to time sales people would come by and try to
sell me the newest widget on the market. I got a call
one day from a woman that wanted to come and sell me
her line of products. I made an appointment for after
the lunch hour because the crew always went home at
1:00 pm .On the appointed day, the receptionist
informed me that my appointment was there, and I went
across to the main building to meet her.
When I got there I saw the woman from the church in the
creamy white suit. She gave me her name, which I
immediately forgot, and I lead her out to the plant
area where I had my office. If I was a gentleman with
good intentions, I might have ushered her to the
conference room that was highly visible to the rest of
the staff and I could have focused on her boobs while
she did her presentation. It would have also given the
rest of the guys around the office the chance to
participate in my little fantasy.
I wickedly thought about another possibility.
The plant area was deserted except for a maintenance
man who was working at the other end. My office was
elevated to a second level and had glass windows all
the way around so I could observe the factory during
working hours, or in this case, I would be able to
notice if anyone was approaching. It was my habit to
keep my office in darkness except for the desk lamp,
which was not visible from the plant floor. This gave
me opportunity to work undisturbed and no one knew when
I was up in my office observing them.
I ushered this nubile, sweet smelling, skirted pussy
toward my office. We made the usual small talk as I
lead her toward the stairs. I motioned to her and she
started up the stairs ahead of me. I could feel my dick
swelling and starting to beg for its freedom. The
bright outside daylight shone through her skirt,
between her legs as she stepped up ahead of me. The
outline of her ass was clear as she climbed up step by
step.
I peered intently at her ass and tried to make out any
panty lines, but my imagination was rewarded with only
a round smooth set of ass cheeks wiggling ever so
slightly and the flash of illumination that appeared
between her thighs as she mounted each stair. I
wickedly observed her dress creep up and slid a little
higher as she took each step. I was close enough to
smell her scent. Perfume was mixed with a bit of
womanly funk that was the result of the hot weather and
what I hoped was horniness.
I felt like I was going to cream my pants. My voice was
all jittery and I was getting weak as I climbed up
behind her. Finally we got to the door, and I reached
by her, intentionally grazing her breast as I turned
the door handle. She walked be me into the air
conditioned office and I motioned to her to sit in the
chair across from my desk.
I asked if I could take her jacket before she sat down,
and to my amazement she released those two tight
buttons under her breasts and the jacket burst open
letting the full weight of her boobs strain into the
undersized cups of her bra I hung her jacket up and she
took her seat. I went around the desk and sank into my
reclining leather chair.
I adjusted my desk lamp out of my eyes and just up
toward her slightly so that her lap was fully in the
light; She tried to cross her legs, but the dress was
too tight and she couldn't quit get her leg up over her
other knee. So there I sat looking at her and focusing
on that little white triangle between her clasped
thighs, just under the taught material of her skirt.
She blathered on for some time about all the benefits
of her product line, and I tried to focus enough to ask
the odd question in order to keep her talking. All the
time I concentrated on her little triangle and kept one
eye on the dangle on her necklace that kept trying to
find a resting place in her cleavage.
My cock was throbbing and had swelled in my pants. It
had stretched down the side of my leg and had escaped
the confines of my underwear. I sat foreword and let my
fingers caress the swelling in my lap. The sensations
were going to my head, and I could feel my nerves
twitching in my thighs and stomach. I concentrated on
her so hard and though I might be able to send her a
message by telepathy.
"Open your legs," I thought. "Lean towards Me. Open a
button on your blouse."
My head started to hurt, I was concentrating so hard. I
could feel my pulse throbbing in my forehead and
perspiration beading up on my upper lip. I became
oblivious to what she was saying and became lost in my
deep desire to seduce her.
"I want you."
"What did you say?"
"Oh god!" I said that right out loud... I looked into
her eyes. She was completely silent and I couldn't find
anyway to recover. I looked at her and said that I was
sorry but I couldn't concentrate on what she was
saying.
"You said that you wanted me!"
I was busted!
I could feel my face getting red, and saw my career
flashing in front of my eyes...
She reached up slowly and caressed her full round
breast. When her nipple responded and bulged its
hardness through her bra, she tweaked it firmly between
her dainty thumb and forefinger. She leaned toward me
and licked her lips. Her boobs were welling up and
looked like they were going to spill out in front of
her. She fluttered her long dark eyelashes at me and
asked, "Are you hard?"
"Oh yes,"
She stood up and backed toward my credenza and rested
her ass cheeks on the edge. She worked her legs apart
and her tight skirt began to slip up her thighs. I felt
like a little boy at a burlesque show. I had seen and
tasted and fucked pussy so many times before, but this
was feeling like my first time.
She helped her skirt higher until the dark colored
bands of her panty hose showed. Then I got a surprise
that sent a jolt down through my cock. She was wearing
these panty hose, stocking things that were crotch
less. They were open on her inner thighs and her pussy
and ass. Her lady jewel was just hidden by the tiniest
transparent lacy panty triangle with little beads sewn
on it. The elastic strings pulled up to her hips and
the centre string disappeared in between her taught
little pussy lips that were bare. I could see little
creases on each side of her thigh that began to stretch
away as her legs opened wider.
She wiggled her index finger at me and motioned for me
to come close. I slid over toward her on my chair and
wheeled in between her legs. She was stretched out as
far as her little legs could go and the chair kept her
from slipping off the edge. As I got within smelling
distance, she leaned back against the window behind her
and supported herself with her hands at each side.
I delicately moved her panty to one side and looked at
her smooth hairless pussy. The lips were taught and the
crease was just a little dark line right down the
centre. They released the little elastic from between
them as I pulled on it gently. I sniffed deeply as I
sank my face between her legs. I felt her hand on the
back of my head as she pressed me down into her.
Her woman scent was mixed with sweet perfume and the
heat of passion released the strong pungent aroma of
womanhood. I sank my tongue into her slit gentle and
searched for her love button. She moaned and began to
relax a bit and then her inner lips began to swell
enough to separate her puss. I sank down and lustily
pleasured her.
She moaned and sighed quietly, but I was encouraged to
keep on by the pressure she applied to the back of my
head. I lost all sense of time and just tickled my way
into her nest. I tried to enter her love tunnel with my
finger and felt her entrance open. She began to flood
with woman juice. I lapped at her like a puppy dog. She
was still sitting on her pulled up skirt and the thin
transparent material provided a place-mat for my feast.
I tried to swallow all her sweetness and licked her
down to her puckered asshole to keep the juices off her
skirt. When my tongue darted across her asshole she
jumped and forced my nose up her cunt hole. Her moaning
became more deliberate and I could hear her gasping.
Little jolts went through her body and the muscles in
her thighs and tummy jumped and stiffened as her thighs
clamped and relaxed around my face in waves.
I gently licked and kissed at her smooth skin and
nibbled on her lips. She finally pushed me away and I
stood up and opened my zipper. My cock was long and
stiff and I moved in between her legs
I grabbed my wayward cock with my hand and pointed it
down toward her slit. I rubbed her up and down a couple
of times and watched her flower open up as she drew her
legs up. I planted my knob in her entrance and released
my hand as I started to push into her tightness. The
heat of her tunnel burned my cock and I felt a warm
sensation beginning on the bottoms of my feet and
reaching up my legs into my groin.
She cradled her legs in my arms and her ass lifted off
the credenza as our bodies slammed into each other. She
met my rhythm with cunt contractions that intensified
my sensations.
This little church girl had learned to fuck from a
master. We pounded into each other relentlessly. She
was tight and I could feel my cock skin stretching back
as my dick head sought out the entrance to her womb.
Her inner lips grasped my shaft made slick and shiny by
her sex. I began to feel my seed bubbling in my balls,
and gasped.
"Pull out!" she shrieked.
One more thrust and I felt the cum ejaculating from my
depths. I yanked my cock out as quickly as I could, but
the cum exited my pee hole as her cunt lips released
me. Squirt after squirt piled up on her crotch. I
messed her stockings and cream ran down her thigh and
puddled up on her skirt... I released her legs and set
her ass back down in the pool of cum. My cock released
its final shot of cream colored cum on the front of her
dress.
We were spent!
I reached over to my desk and grabbed the tissue box
and began the chore of cleaning the sex juices off of
her, and her clothes. I wiped my shrunken cock off and
stuffed if back into my pants.
She was flushed as she stood to her feet, and went over
to sit down. I looked at the front of her dress and saw
the cum stain right in the middle, between her legs.
"Lucky I wore my cum colored dress," she said.
I smiled, and looked at my watch. The time had come to
leave and I rewarded her with an order for all of her
"hard work."
The next Sunday when we arrived at church, she met me
in the foyer and showed me that she was wearing the
skirt with the cum stains. Sunday morning fantasies are
much more rewarding now that I have tasted her fruit.
END
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