Working/dayone
                                          Sales Day
                                  Tuesday 15 January 1991 3:04 pm
                                                           SALES DAY
                      Today was going to be the big day for me according to Julie.
                 I was to get up bright and early and with kit in hand head out to
                cover my route starting with section number one for the first time.
                I had four routes all located in the same section of the community,
                  the southwest section was number one, the northwest section was
                number two, the northeast section was number three and the southeast
                section was number four.  I don't know if you are familiar with the
                way Chicago is laid out, but on average 8 blocks equal one mile and
                this section of town selected for me to cover was sixteen blocks on
                 a side or four square miles, give or take an d inch or two on each
                side.  Inside these parameters were lots of single family dwellings,
                 but a large amount of high rise apartment buildings, too.  All of
                 this lying in a segment of Chicago that might be classed as upper
                middle or lower high income level.  In short, a terrific route for a
                                kid who didn't know his way around.
                 If this route was handled correctly a lifetime could be spent just
                covering the entire area.  By the way, all of it was located on the
                  far west side of town where all the "better than thou types" had
                 relocated from the inner city in order to maintain what they felt
                  was "their level of community pride".  I don't mean to imply the
                 area was saturated with money; it wasn't, but the families who had
                managed to emigrate to this portion of the city were able to afford
                 some of the finer things in life and "Top Line" silk undergarments
                 came under that heading.  Most, then, if not all the ladies on my
                 territory could and did come under the heading of "able to afford"
                 and would, if given the right treatment, buy the product I had to
                                               offer.
                     When I went to bed the night before, the last thing I had seen
                  as Julie sashayed out of my bedroom and into hers, was the cute
                 little ass swishing back and forth just below the lower hem of her
                    shorty nightgown and the thing that stuck in my mind was her
                 admonition to join her in her bed should the need arise.  Man, oh
                man, what an offer, but I was saturated at that moment with sex and
                  intended to sleep in the next day.  After all, the job I had set
                myself off on was not a real 9 to 5 operation and there was no time
                   clock to punch, so my plan was to sleep late, have a leisurely
                 breakfast with Julie and be on my way.  Julie, however, had other
                                         plans for the day.
                      It was still dark out, for Chrisakes, when I felt this little
                 warm body snuggle in next to me and plant her frame around my bent
                and twisted torso; so close I could feel her pussy hairs against the
                   back of my ass.  Nothing was said, nothing was done other than
                 her right hand snaked itself around my right hip and clamped on to
                    my soft dick.  She didn't move her hand, nor did she try to
                 instigate any sexual action of any kind.  She just took hold of my
                  soft pecker and held it in her warm hand, sighed and, apparently
                 went back to sleep.  I will have to admit, the situation while not
                 to my liking at that particular moment did feel great.  That soft
                  warm female form tucked in all the folds and creases of my fetal
                position torso was terrific; not to mention the comfortable feeling
                of her warm hand holding my soft little schwantz.  We were, for all
                   intents and purposes, welded together and I went back to sleep
                instantly.  It was not to be for long, however.  As the light coming
                    in from outside turned from black to slate grey to the blue
                    grey color of predawn, pre-sunrise morning, Julie awakened,
                slithered herself around until she was in a position to take me into
                  her mouth and started to suck.  I whimpered, of all things, and
                twisted away because I was still hurting from all the sex we had had
                over the past few days.  She was set back a bit, but went right back
                   to gobbling my old dingus.  I, then, said out loud, "No Julie.
                 Jesus Christ my dick is so sore from yesterday I can hardly stand
                 it.  Let's not mess around this morning.  And, for god's sake, why
                                        get me up so early?"
                      "Honey, you have to get out on your route if you're going to
                 get anything done.  Come on, we'll take a nice shower together and
                 you can stick it in if you want to.  Then we'll have breakfast and
                you can be on your way.  I want to relieve you of the load you have
                no doubt built up while sleeping and I want it rather than have you
                              give it to some slut out on your route."
                      I had no intention of letting Julie have any at that time of
                  the morning and had no intentions, either, of "giving it" to any
                               broad on my route; not today, anyway.
                     We did shower together and we went through the routine of "you
                 scrub me; I scrub you" and she did rub my dick into her wet, soapy
                 crotch, but I wasn't in the mood and she soon dropped the subject
                   altogether.  Getting dressed, she in her room and me in mine,
                brought us, finally, to the kitchen where she prepared a great meal
                 of bacon and eggs and then I was off for my first day of selling.
                      As I prepared to leave the house, she took me in her arms at
                the front door, clamped her hand on my shaft and looking up into my
                 eyes said, "Have a good day, baby.  And keep all your equipment in
                 your pants.  This "Top Line" sales shit is dangerous.  Save all of
                 your fucking for Julie when you get home.  Use it only if it means
                                         plenty of sales."
                     With that, she kissed my soundly on the lips, patted me on the
                behind, took my hand, the one that wasn't clamped onto my salesmans
                 case and pressed it hard into her crotch, rubbed it up and down a
                        couple of times, winked and pushed me out the door.
                      She had given me the keys to the Caddy, so the bus route was
                past history at this moment.  Wow, old Mikey was riding high on the
                hog.  So off we go into the wild blue yonder to see if we can do any
                selling.  Besides, somewhere out there, and in my territory, was the
                  gorgeous chick who played on my nerves a few days ago.  I could
                still see that torso barely covered with two strips of cloth , gold
                                  high heel shoes and uum, uuuum.
                          Dispensing with the tried and true method for gaining
                 admission, the free gift, I decided I would get right down to the
                  nitty, gritty and not go around the entire area hanging a little
                 sign on the door which promised a free gift on my return tomorrow.
                    Instead, I decided to just knock, hold out the free gift and
                 announce why I was standing there in their doorway.  For the first
                 35 or 40 doorways my method was fruitless.  I not only didn't meet
                     any cute chicks, or sex starved housewives, I met numerous
                 disgruntled husbands who had words not meant to be included in any
                biblical play.  Thank god this was all taking place in an apartment
                building and the walking was curtailed to the nth degree.  Elevators
                 were the thing and saved a lot of foot stomping.  After rejection
                after rejection, I decided to stop off at a local cafeteria and have
                 a piece of apple pie and coffee.  After finishing, I went outside
                  and got in the Caddy, looked around at the endless line of high
                rises and decided to head for greener pastures; the area with single
                family dwellings.  Maybe this was where the green pastures started.
                      I guess it would have been smarter and more productive for me
                    had I been a bit more systematical in my approach, but I was
                becoming a bit anxious to make a sale, number one, and, maybe, with
                 a little bit of luck the next door I knocked on would produce the
                  vision that was stuck so firmly in my mind; blondie with the two
                strips of cloth.  As the day wore on and door after door was opened
                and I was met by resistance so virulent I thought I was in danger of
                 being hit in the face a couple of times, my ambition began to wane
                 and my spirits were in a nose dive and the decision to give it up
                for the day and go home began to become more desirable all the time.
                One more door and one more growling, ugly housewife and I was gonna
                 pack it in.  Jesus, I didn't know there were so many ugl y married
                          women.  Where did all the cute little brides go?
                      Crossing the street into a section that was not, strictly, my
                     territory, but an area that looked like it might have some
                interesting encounters brought me to a duplex deal that was in need
                 of some repair, but looked clean and neat otherwise.  The contrast
                 in the dwellings from this side of the street to the other was an
                eye opener.  How could some people live like this and just across a
                 busy 8 lane city thoroughfare the uppity level was 20 fold higher.
                  Oh, well, nothing ventured, they say.  Knock, knock and before I
                 could tap a third time a high pitched little voice said, "The door
                 is open.  Come on in."  Wow!  This was a welcome relief from what
                had occurred during the last four hours or so.  Thinking it was some
                youngster doing something her mommy might not like, I hesitated and
                              said, "Is your mommy home, little girl?"
                      "Mommy, hell, either you want to come in or you don't.  Mommy
                 is busy and I don't feel like gettin' up to open the door for you.
                                            Come on in."
                       So, taking the door handle, gently, I cautiously opened the
                  front door not knowing what to expect and sort of oozed into the
                living room which, by the way, was quite dim as all the shades were
                 drawn and the only real light was coming from the open door.  As I
                 was trying to get my eyes adjusted this same voice came to me from
                  my extreme right saying, "Close the door for Christ's sake.  You
                                want me to catch cold or somethin?"
                     I looked, quickly, in the direction of the voice and saw a girl
                of about 15 or 16 lying on the settee just inside the door.  She was
                dressed in a sweater, buttoned at the bottom with one or two buttons
                 and the cleavage just popped out at me.  Wow!  This wa s different
                than the past few hours, to say the least.  For bottoms, she had cut
                 off dungaree trousers which were unbuttoned so far dow n you could
                see the top of her pubic hair.  This was some high schoo l kid.  As
                my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I could see she was very cute and
                overly made up.  Suddenly, she sat up, got up and stood rather close
                    to me and said, "What can I do for you, honey?  You sellin'
                                   somethin' or buyin' somethin?"
                     With that I told her about my reason for being there and wanted
                to know if I could show her mommy some samples and, of course, give
                                         her the free gift.
                      "Cut the mommy shit, junior.  Mommy don't live here anymore.
                  And, as far the free gift, I'll take it before any of the other
                kitties come down from upstairs.  If the gift is nice, I got a free
                                        gift for you, too."
                       I gave her the gift, she looked it over carefully and said,
                 "Hey, honey that's nice for keeping girlie secrets in.  Thank you
                               very much.  Now, for your free gift."
                        I stammered and stuttered that nothing like this had ever
                happened before, but I couldn't accept a free gift from my customers
                           and, besides, I wanted to show her my samples.
                      "Hey, honey, that's great.  You show me your samples after I
                show you my free samples."  With that, she reached up and opened the
                 sweater to display her rather large titties and immediately closed
                the sweater again.  In one smooth move of her hands from sweater to
                  the top of her dungaree shorts, she slipped the shorts down far
                 enough for me to get a good look at her pussy and then immediately
                 pulled the shorts back up and said, "There.  You saw what I got to
                  offer and now you show me what you got to offer and maybe we can
                      make a little deal.  Would you like that, pretty baby?"
                     Man, oh man.  Julie didn't cover any situation like this and I,
                truly, didn't know what to say or do.  I was beginning to wish I had
                stayed in my territory and avoided crossing this damn street.  Just
                 as I was stammering out some crappy nonsense about showing her my
                  sample case three more girls came down a flight of stairs all in
                 various modes of undress.  One with just panties and a brassiere,
                 one with just an open kimono on that hid nothing and the other was
                 dressed in a little short ballerina type skirt with, obviously, no
                 panties on underneath.  By this time I was not only stammering and
                making no sense, I was beginning to sweat profusely.  I had no idea
                 what I had walked into, but I was wishing like crazy that I could
                                     get the hell out of there.
                     The one with the sweater said, then, "Honey, you look nervous,
                    but you got a big bulge in your pants.  Do we turn you on?"
                     Jesus, what do you say to a question like that?  So, I blurted
                      out with, "It's nothing.  I'm just nervous, that's all."
                      The girls nearly fell down laughing with that dumb remark and
                 the one with the open kimono said, "Katie just showed you her free
                   gifts, you can see mine and, by the way, my name is Karen, the
                 gorgeous blonde here playing the ballerina bit is Sue and the one
                with the bra and panties on is Allie.  Now that you know who we are,
                                  what is your name, sweet thing?"
                     I could barely get it out and, even then had to stop and think
                 what my name was.  Finally, stammering and stuttering and blushing
                                  like a dolt I muttered, "Mike."
                      "Girls, meet bashful Mike.  Well, honey, what do you have to
                show us?  All of our goodies, well most of them, are on display and
                we haven't a clue as to what your goodies are.  Why don't you unzip
                 that fly and let us take a look at your goody machine or, perhaps,
                   you have something else to show us.  Come on, Mike, don't keep
                  secrets from the four.  We just want to make you happy, don't we
                                              ladies?"
                      As the other three chorused what sounded like "we sure do" or
                 something like that, I opened the sample case and started into my
                    opening sales pitch.  As I was doing this, I passed out the
                 catalogue and handed each girl one and told them to follow page by
                    page as I introduced what I had to offer.  This caught their
                 attention rather quickly and all four of them sat down on various
                settees and chairs, all displaying titties and pussys like there was
                no tomorrow.  All sitting in very unlady like positions.  Man it was
                difficult trying to get the spiel out especially when one would find
                 something of interest and yell out, "Hey, Karen, look a t the cunt
                on page 22.  She's got bigger tits than you have and Allie, look at
                   that ass on page 19.  Don't you wish you had an ass like that.
                Jeez, what a pretty butt."  This, of course, elicited rebuttals and
                    cat calls and cries of, "let the kid talk fer cripes sake."
                       On I went until, finally, Karen just stood up, dropped her
                 kimono on the floor and balls ass naked, walked up, took a pair of
                 panties out of my display case and as quick as a wink slipped them
                on and went parading around the room.  While I was trying to recover
                from this, Allie took a bra and some stockings and put the m on and
                then the free for all began.  Each girl taking something and putting
                 it on, removing it and trying something else and I was losing all
                track of what was going where.  Here I am, trying to be businesslike
                in a room with four goofy females parading around stark naked at one
                time, stockings and nothing else the next, panties and bra the next
                until I could stand the mess no longer an d just sat down and wanted
                 to tell them all to go to hell.  I had no idea what sort of setup
                this was.  Finally, they all settled down with what they had chosen
                 for themselves and Karen, who seemed to be the spokeswoman, said,
                  "Girls, stop it.  Ya' got the kid all upset and his hard on has
                 disappeared.  Shame on you all."  Turnin g to me she said, "Sweet
                  thing, we'll take all ya' got in that case.  Now how about that
                 girls?  Ya' wanna give the kid a break.  Buy what ya' got in your
                 hand or buy more if ya' want and need it.  These things are really
                 nice lookin'.  Bettern' anything any of us own right now for sure.
                          How about that, honey?  Ya' wanna talk a deal?"
                     Deal?  What the hell was this place?  So, I said in a quavering
                 voice, "What kind of a deal?.  What is this place a sorority house
                                             or what?"
                          Sorority house broke them up and they did an, almost,
                  hysterical round of laughter and thigh slapping and pounding the
                              arms of their chairs.  Sorority, indeed.
                     "Honey, you really are naive.  You really don't know what this
                 place is do you?"  I shook my head no and she went on with.  We're
                 pussy peddlers, honey, this is a cat house.  I guess my ignorance
                 showed, because she went on by saying, "You don't know what a cat
                 house is, either, do you?"  Another shake of my head and she said,
                "We haul men's ashes in here; we sell female goodies to men who need
                  that sort of thing; this is a cunt cafeteria; a pussy parlor; a
                                        whorehouse, honey.

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                      Oh, Jeepers.  A whorehouse?  Jesus, how do I get out of this?
                As I stood there dumbfounded, Katie, out of her cutoff dungarees and
                 sweater and dressed, now, in one of our better nighties, stood up
                   and said, "Mike, I been sittin' here gettin' prices out of the
                 catalogue on all the stuff the girls got.  Between the four of us,
                we got nearly $260 dollars worth of stuff.  Here's our offer.  Each
                  girl is a specialist in somethin' or other.  Me, I like to fuck
                   better than anything, but I dabble in blow jobs and around the
                worlds.  Karen, takes it anyway you can find to give it to her.  Sue
                 is a contortionist and can give you a screw that really looks like
                  your bein' screwed, man she can twist into all sorts of pretzel
                shapes while you slam it home.  Allie is our aristocrat an d does it
                 kinda cool like.  She uses ice cubes and kitty cats.  She'll give
                   you a thrill like you ain't never had before.  Now, with $260
                dollars of credit, that's 130 visits here. Whatta ya' say?  Is it a
                                               deal?"
                     "Man, no, it ain't no deal.  Jesus, I gotta replace all of that
                stuff and it ain't for sale in the first place.  130 visits, my ass.
                That would take me a year, even if I was able to come 2 o r 3 times
                a week and I know I won't be able to do that.  No, sir, ladies.  No
                                               deal!"
                       "Okay, no deal.  Tell ya' what, though.  Let's do this.  We
                keep what we got.  We pay you for your samples, whatever they cost,
                  and, as we ain't busy right now, we play a little game.  Russian
                   roulette via the pussy method.  No,no,no,no..just listen fer a
                 minute and I'll explain before you start bitchin'.  Here's how it
                goes.  We blind fold you, we all get situated and can move whenever
                 we want, but not out of this room.  In other words, we will change
                positions and chairs and all that stuff, but there will be somebody
                in each chair or settee just as you see us now.  We won't cheat you.
                Now, what you do is this.  You go from one to another and using any
                method you want try to identify each girl; by smell, by feel of her
                titties, her pussy, her hair or whatever.  When you feel able, just
                put your hand on each one and say this is so and s o and this is so
                 and so and for each one you get right, that girl will have to pay
                 you for the things she wants to buy right here an d right now and
                you can go home broke or wealthy.  In order to give you every chance
                each girl will stay right where she is right at this moment and you
                   can go to each one, smell her hair, feel her pussy, smell her
                         perfume, her armpits, her ass, her cunt, her feet
                  or whatever.  Feel her tits and get an idea of the size of each
                girls breast; notice, none of us has the same size titties, feel her
                crotch and get an idea of how the hair feels and that sort of thing.
                 You can tell a lot by that.  Put your dick in each girl an d test
                   for the depth of her twat.  You can tell a lot by that.  Kiss
                her and feel her tongue and lips; you can tell a lot that way.  Use
                   your imagination, have fun and, maybe, identify each of us and
                     collect the entire amount here, now, on the spot.  Game?"
                     No, I wasn't game.  How was I gonna explain to Julie having to
                  come up with that kinda money if I couldn't do it?  On the other
                  hand, what if I could?  I hadn't missed the fact each girl was a
                different size, nor had I missed the fact each girl had a different
                   perfume on, nor had I missed the fact each girl had different
                textured pussy hairs and, by the same token, different textured hair
                 on their head.  A sneeze!  Man, I could get in some good fucking,
                 lots of kisses on my dinger and come out smelling like a rose $310
                 richer.  Decision time!  Yes? or No.?  Besides, if I couldn't and
                 failed, I could always park the Caddy in Julie's driveway and take
                                the next bus out of town.  Decision?
                      "Okay, let's give it a good try."  How brave old Mikey is, I
                                          said to myself.
                       There was general cheering and lots of whooping and yelling
                about good sport and alla that.  Then all four of them fell on me en
                  masse and stripped me naked in nothing flat.  While one of them
                  blind folded me, another had fallen on her knees and was playing
                  with my dick to get it hard.  It had forgotten how in alla this
                                         discussion period.
                      When all was ready, with me unable to see my hand in front of
                my face, somebody took me by the hand and led me to the first chair
                  and said, "Here is number one.  Feel all you want; smell all you
                         want; kiss all you want and handle all you want."
                      I did all of that.  I felt titties, cunts, hairs, smelled and
                   touched until my hand came away kind of gooey and whoever was
                leading me handed me a wet towel to wipe off my hands.  Next and the
                 same maneuvers and the next and, finally, in a squeaky, obviously
                disguised voice she said, "And this is me."  I felt and smelled and
                 touched and tried and said I was ready to begin.  At this point, I
                 heard a definite movement of bodies from one place t o another and
                                   knew they had shifted around.
                      Knowing they were still in the same positions as before, but
                with different bodies in each spot, I went back to the beginning by
                running my hand along and feeling for each girl.  Feeling that I had
                  reached position number one, I reached out and felt the butt of
                whoever was in that number one position.  I ran my hand over all of
                the body surface I could come in contact with and began a systematic
                  run down by touch of hair structures, then by smell.  I sniffed
                 number one's head hair [Sue] and her general body odor [Sue], felt
                 her titties and nipples [Sue?], well, they felt a little small for
                 Sue, but...yeah, Sue.  Then, I put my hand on her cunt and asshole
                area and felt and smelled all around there and, finally, decided to
                 stick my dong in to really clinch who this was .  Sue, I was sure,
                 but I had never felt the inside of her cunt before, nor had I felt
                any of the others, either.  This was gonna take more than one round
                   and I was beginning to have doubts I coul d last more than one
                round.  My strategy, if you could call it that, was to find out how
                   tight and how deep each pussy was and coupling that with other
                indications, perhaps I could guess who all of them were.  So I said,
                "Would everybody kneel with their butts facing out.  I want to stick
                 my prick in each of your cunts for a second to see if I can detect
                 any differences.  The murmurs and oohs and aahs seemed to indicate
                some sort of approval or disapproval, I couldn't tell which, but as
                 I progressed all of them were down on their knees and all I had to
                 do was feel for the hole and doggy fashion it and decide.  When I
                completed this mission I found none of them were tight, but the feel
                of their cunts on my prong were decidedly different.  So, running my
                 hand along the tops of their asses and counting the creases I got
                back to Sue? and stuck it in again; very slowly.  Okay, this one was
                 Sue.  Definitely Sue.  The feel of her love hole and the smell of
                her hair and body was all I needed.  I was positive.  Besides, I had
                  been able to detect a small wart or mole in the crack of her ass
                that was gonna be a dea d giveaway.  Number two smelled really good
                 compared to Sue.  That perfume was familiar, but I couldn't place
                what kind it was.  On the other hand I was no expert where perfumes
                 are concerned, but i t had a distinct odor.  As I probed and felt
                 and pushed my dick in, this one tended to move and slide her pussy
                up and down my dick.  This was not going to lead to any lengthy dick
                dipping investigation.  If she kept that up I was gonna cum and that
                 was gonna end the whole show.  With my dick buried, I asked her to
                 sto p moving and she did.  Then I snaked my hand around her front,
                   feeling for all I was worth as to belly button configuration,
                   titties [size, heft and nipple texture] and so forth.  When I
                touched her titties she began to rotate her hips again and I had to
                request she stop once more.  I was really close to going "bang".  I
                 decided, though, that this was Karen.  Her physical features, the
                 smell of her hair and her impulsive movements all indicated it had
                  to be Karen.  On to number three.  She was easy.  This had to be
                 Katie.  When I was first invited in by that squeaky voice and she
                 had stood up to talk to me I noticed a slight sour smell as though
                 a bath would have done her some good.  Not a dirty smell, but one
                  that meant, to me, a bath taken about every third day instead of
                 every day.  So, sticking it in I found another clue.  She was very
                 shallow.  Most women are not that shallow, but her hole was short
                and when I pushed too hard I hit bottom, definitely, and I heard her
                 wince as I pushed harder.  Yep, Katie.  Allie was easy, too.  She
                  had a definite odor of cinnamon about her.  I don't know what it
                was, but her cunt smelled like this spice and so did all the rest of
                her.  Her hair was the same odor and her whole body smelle d of it.
                  Easy!  Allie!!.  In my first run through I had noticed one other
                    thing about each of them.  Sue had a wart and tended to just
                 remain relaxed even though my prick was buried to the hilt in her
                pussy and my hands were doing a dance over her entire body.  Karen,
                on the other hand, was a firecracker.  The minute I put my prick in
                 she started to rotate her hips and move backwards along its length
                 forcing me to go deeper.  Also, every time I touched her anywhere
                    she responded in some fashion.  Touched her belly button she
                   quivered all over; touched her nipples her hips began to move;
                touched her ears or face or hair and she trembled like she wanted to
                  fuck.  Karen, beyond needing some soap and water, was sort of a
                dead fish.  She, too, just took everything without too much emotion
                 and even pinching her nipples and moving my dick in and out of her
                  cunt caused little in the way of emotional tension of any kind.
                 Allie, however, Miss cinnamon and spice, was a hot potato.  Jesus,
                every move I made elicited a response.  Just the introduction of the
                   head of my prong to the lips of her hole caused her to tremble
                all over.  And when I touched her body, anywhere, you could feel her
                tense and quiver all over.  Rolling her nipples between my thumb and
                 forefinger caused her to tighten her cunt muscles so har d it sort
                  of hurt.  To make doubly sure, though, I went through the whole
                 routine again.  As I went to each one, I felt, stuck my fingers in
                 each hole and then inserted my dick, this time pumping a few times
                 acting like I knew what I was doing and, finally, reaching number
                 four said, "Now you guys can shift about all you want.  I know who
                                              is who."
                      It was obvious from the sound of things that they had made a
                shift and were, therefore, in different positions.  Finally, I heard
                Karen's voice say, "We're ready for the final test.  Do you want us
                in the same position with our ass sticking out doggy style?"  Yep, I
                                                did.
                     Going back to the number one position, I did the entire routine
                over again.  Smelling, feeling, weighing each tit and so forth and,
                finally, putting my dick in and doing a pump or two.  After letting
                 it soak a bit, I patted number one on the butt and said, "I'm sure
                                          this is Allie."
                       The chorus of "holy cow and jesus christs and goddams" was
                proof enough I was right.  They couldn't get over it, but warned me
                that there were three more to go.  Then they shifted again.  When I
                  went around feeling only three were left and I was kind of sorry
                 Allie was not still in the running.  She seemed to be the best of
                                the bunch as far as I was concerned.
                     Oh, well, back to work.  The first one this time had a wart and
                  was easy to spot so I just blurted out, "This one is Sue."  The
                 shouts and catcalls all indicated I had hit the mark again so the
                rest was gonna be easy.  All I had to do was find one dead fish and
                 one hot to trot and that was that.  Two K's left; Karen and Katie.
                 Karen, hot and loaded for screwing; Katie, needing a bath and just
                one step above being emotionless.  As I mounted the first one of the
                last two I was able to detect the sour smell that indicated this was
                Katie, but, Jesus, I no more than got my prick inserted and my hands
                  on her hips and all hell broke loose.  She started to squirm and
                wiggle and buck back against my body, groaning and moaning like all
                the world was coming to an end so I pulled out an d asked her not to
                 do that.  I didn't want to cum right then and action like that was
                gonna force the issue for sure.  So, instead, I went to the next one
                 and started the routine all over.  If that one had been dead fish
                  Katie then this, surely, had to be hot cracker Karen, but now I
                 wasn't too sure.  I put my hand on her right hip and with my left
                hand guided my dick into her canal.  Th e head had barely slipped in
                  when she started to tremble all over.  She was quivering like a
                taught string.  I pushed in deeper and I could hear her breathing as
                she hissed her breath in and out.  A push all the way in and taking
                 it almost out to the head caused he r to gasp and whine.  Reaching
                around, ever so gingerly, I ran both hands up to her breasts, around
                the side of each one and by the time I touched her nipples, she was
                 covered in goose flesh and her skin was literally moving under my
                 hand.  Not her body, her skin.  You could feel it slacken and get
                 tight as my hands moved slowly upward.  Her cunt hole was doing a
                      number on my shaft by tightenin g and loosening in hard,
                involuntary, opening and closing.  Cripes almighty what a sensation,
                  especially when she would clamp down on the head of my dick as I
                 would pull out almost to the end.  It was no longer a question of
                   who it was.  It was Karen, for sure, and i n between strokes I
                managed to quake out with, "I know this is Karen and that had to be
                 Katie."  By this time I wasn't listening to any outside sounds.  I
                 was concentrating on what Karen was mouthing an d that happened to
                be nothing but requests for me to fuck her hard, do it to me, screw
                  me hard, etc., etc.  She was really into it and was bucking and
                 rotating her hips like crazy.  When I would go all the way in, she
                would brace her arms and push her pelvis back so hard her butt hole
                 would almost touch my stomach and, then, she would wiggle her hips
                and dig in.  I could not have stopped at thi s point if I had wanted
                 to, so I drove it home time and time again until I felt her stop,
                tense up and let out an immense sigh as she started her orgasms.  I
                 came, too, and she let out a scream that could have been heard for
                   blocks.  She was not only yelling out loud, she was crying and
                laughing and practically in hysterics.  A t this point I started to
                pull out and she reached back and tried to stop me, but my dick was
                   getting smaller and smaller and it was only a question of time
                before it fell out on its own.  As it came out, love juice ran down
                her left inner thigh and she turned over in the chair, tears running
                down her cheeks and said, "Oh, baby, I'd like to do this whole thing
                                 over again in about four minutes."
                The other three, however, were sort of miffed, it seemed, because I
                  had gone "all the way" with Karen, but I couldn't stop.  Jeepers
                              they should be able to understand that.
                      I flopped down on the nearest chair, legs spread out in front
                 of me and I was exhausted.  Here I was, alone in a room with four
                 young chicks, all naked, all with dripping cunts and all owing me
                 money.  So, after getting my breath I said, "Well, did I do it as
                 promised?"  There was general agreement that the mission had been
                  accomplished, but the other three felt that Karen had gotten the
                 best of the bargain and all of them wanted me to have a go at them
                      right here and right now.  No charge, either, they said.
                     That was out; definitely out.  My old schwantz was hurting like
                   hell this morning and now it was all red and swollen and sort
                 of raw looking.  No more fucking for a long time old buddy.  So I
                had to decline.  I suggested, however, that now that I knew them and
                knew where they were and that they were in this business I would, on
                 occasion visit them on a professional level and pay for it.  There
                was some general applause and lots of "hey, honey, that's the way to
                 talk" all done in good humor.  Katie, my original contact person,
                 brought me a wet wash cloth and, gingerly, washed me off and dried
                my dingus; Karen, left the room and came back about 4 minutes later
                  with $308 dollars; $310 for the contents of my kit [they took it
                all] minus $2.00 for her payment for, as she put it, "one hell of a
                 good screw".  She also said, "Next time, baby, knowing what I know
                       now about you, I might let you have one on the house."
                     While all this bantering was being tossed about, I got dresse d
                   and prepared to leave.  I had one hell of a time, sold all my
                 samples, but had to face Julie and explain what happened and have
                 her order me a new kit.  Oh, well, ya' win some and ya' lose some.
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