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Subject: {ASSM} Sex Toy Sales-Girl {T Thumper} (MF, femdom, bond, anal, toys)
Date: Mon, 23 Jul 2001 22:10:02 -0400
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			Sex Toy Sales-Girl
			by Tom Thumper

	I was in the shower stroking my cock, thinking about Mrs.
Henderson, my very demanding boss, when the door bell rang.
	I cursed, there was something about the fall:  charities, religious
nuts, environmentalists, rug salesmen, they all came out to fucking ring
my door bell just as I was settling down to a good veg...or a pleasant 
stroke
in the shower.  This was the second time today.
	I didn't stop to get dressed.  I grabbed a towel and stomped to the
front door.  I didn't care if it was the goddamed Girl Guides.
	I wanted to put up a sign like:  IF I DON'T KNOW YOU, DON'T
EVEN FUCKING RING THE BELL!!!  But my girlfriend wouldn't let me.
We have to open to the world.  She's so open she's never here.  But I guess
I like it when she tells me to do stuff.
	I jerked open the door and growled: "Yeah?"
	There looking up at me from the stairs was the most frightened
little thing I've ever seen.  She was about my age, in her late twenties but
her long black hair was in pig tales.  Large black rimmed glasses perched
on her little snub nose and a large shapeless blouse didn't quite hide her
large breasts.  The gray wool skirt that ended just below her knees matched
the blouse and the glasses but the fish net stocking with a black line down
the back seemed out of place.  Her footwear was funky: the chunkiest black
boots with five inch heels which made her look even more off balance
than she already was, looking up at me.
	I realized the towel I grabbed was a hand towel and it was only just
doing its job.  I held it closer and brushed some soap bubbles on my wash-
board stomach with my other hand.
	"Oh, sorry."  I ducked a little behind the door.  "Can I help you?"
	"I was wondering, sir..."  Her voice was a faint whisper that trailed
off.
	"Yes?"
	"I was wondering sir..."  She looked at my shoulders, glistening and
wet, then at her feet.  "I was wondering if you'd be interested in some of
Badalon's fine products."  She waved her hand at the steamer trunk sitting
on its side beside her.  There were no wheels, the poor kid probably had to
drag it down the street.  I see sweat trickling down the side of her face.
	"Sure,"  I say, opening the door, but trying to keep the racier parts of
me behind it.  I can't believe I'm letting her in, but she is just so 
pathetic.
	Her face lights up and she immediately starts dragging the trunk up
the stairs and through the door.  She's turned around and is pulling the
case over the door jam, her prominent ass almost in my lap, when I
realize I better get something on.
	"You can get set up in the living room," I say over my shoulder,
pointing in the general direction as I head down the hall to the bathroom
to get my robe.
	She's standing in the door way with a big grin on her face watching
me go.  In the bathroom I realize she was checking out my bare ass.
	With my robe on and the belt safely cinching down my eager-like-
a-dog-bone boner, I walk into the living room and realize what I've
forgotten:  the magazines.
	They've been left on the coffee table in front of the couch where I'd
been using them last.  Opened to my favorite girls.  Large breasts.
Kneeling.  Being done by two guys.  Spanking a guy.  Being felt up by
multiple hands in a phone booth.  Orgasmic.  Sticky.
	My girl friend doesn't like them much, but that's okay, they're only
needed when she away, and I try not to succumb to the phone sex ads.
	The girl, who's name I realize I don't even know, has put the
steamer trunk down in the middle of the room.  She is standing right over
the magazines, hands on her hips, looking at them and frowning.
	"Sorry!"  I slip around her and gather up the glossy pages.  I imagine
there is still the smell of cum in the air.
	"Those are yours?"  She sounds like she is going to faint.
	"Ah...well...yes," I say, reddening.
	"Do you have a wife?"  She has this wide eyed look like a married
man wouldn't still have all the lusts of a single man.  She is twirling one
of her pig tails in her hand, does this girl get out much?
	"I live with my girl-friend.  Look I'm sorry.  I forgot they were-"
	"And you still need these?"  She reached out and pulled the
magazines from my hands, loosening my robe as she did.  She started
flipping through them, gasping at a woman tied naked to a tree, being
whipped by a birch bough.
	"Well, I don't know if I need-"
	She flipped open the Hooters magazine to a woman being sprayed
with the cum of four men.  The woman had her arms over her head and
was laughing, like she was in a rain storm.
	"Does that make you hard?"  She rolled her `r' on hard.  She looked
angry.   "I know you men," she spits.  "You want to see as much tits and
pussy as you can."
	She rolled up the magazine and struck me across the chest.
	"In fact, I bet you invited me in because you were hoping to cheat
on your poor girlfriend and fuck some poor helpless sales-girl!"
	I backed up, holding my hands in front of my face in case she started
hitting again.  She was a mouse, now she's a tiger!
	"No, I swear, I was just sorry for you," I said.  She doesn't look
happy with that comment.  I realize there is a cool breeze across my body
from the open window.  My robe is open.  My cock, long and hard, with a
giant swelling head is pointing right at her like prime pussy detector.
	"Rapist!" she yelled and then she grabbed my balls, hard, her long
black nails digging in.
	"You act innocent with smut lying around your home," she panted.
"And then you thrust your swollen member at me!"
	She tugged threateningly.
	"Give me one reason I shouldn't just pull this off and give it to
your girlfriend with the story of how you lost it."
	"I'll be good," I gulped.  "I'll do whatever you say.  Buy what ever
you want."  She squeezed harder still, her hand was incredibly strong.  My
balls were being squashed flat.  "My credit card is by the phone!"
	She laughed and twisted my balls to make me fall onto the couch.  I
blacked out.
		*************
	When I came to my hands were both in velvet lined cuffs attached
together by a slender stainless steel chain which was looped over the
living room chandelier.  I was standing up and my robe was gone.  I was
naked, my cock limp and little red nail marks on my balls were throbbing.
	She was standing beside me.
	"Who are you?"  I tried to bring my arms down to cover myself, but
the chain was too short.
	"My name is Shelley Apple.  I'm the sales representative for this
here burb."  Her voice was loud and clear, and a little deeper now.
Completely in control.  She traced her hand down my back and then
abruptly smacked my ass.  "Don't bother trying to get free.  The shackles
and chain are very strong, and I'd say your chandelier could hold up to two
hundred and fifty pounds with the beam it's secured into."
	She stepped in front of me and opened the trunk.  Then she started
to unbutton her blouse and continue her strange sales pitch.
	"Your girl-friend now owns the shackles and chain, a gift from you.
In fact," she said, opening her blouse to reveal her large pendulous
knockers, "she'll own everything I decide to use on you this afternoon."
	"You sell sex toys!"  I was furious.  "You berate me for girly mags
and you sell fucking S&M gear!"
	"No," she said, dropping her blouse onto the couch.  "I'm selling
sex tools because of men like you."
	"What?"  I swung towards her, her breasts had deep brown aureole
that were turning me on.  Or maybe it was being tied up.
	"You men are the sluts in the world.  You'd fuck every woman that
made your cock twitch if you could.  That's why I'm needed."
	She reached around and unzipped her skirt.  She laid it beside her
blouse.  The fish net stockings went to nearly the top of her inner thigh.
She was wearing an odd thong, made of leather straps that snaked out
between her cheeks and around and down to her pussy.  There was some
sort of clip there-
	There was a riding crop in her hand that drew my attention to it the
moment she lifted it out of the trunk.  She walked around behind me and
raised it into the air.
	"I'm here because you horny fucking men need to be trained, and
trained firmly."  The leather crop sliced hard across my ass leaving a slice
of burning flesh.  I screamed in surprise.  I couldn't believe how much it
hurt.  She tossed the crop onto the couch.
	"Don't worry," she said.  "You won't see that again until your girl-
friend come home and sees how much you've spent."
	She circled back in front of me, strutting and smiling.
	"Ah, we have a winner."  I looked down in surprise, my cock was
fully erect, a direct line from my burning bottom to my dong.  "So I
wasn't mistaken," she said.  "You are a fine specimen.  But I knew you
needed training when you came to the door all soapy and naked and lip-
smackingly engorged."
	She pulled a book out of the trunk and held it up to me.  There was
a man with a dog collar around his neck kissing a slender female hand
that was holding his leash.  The title read: How to train your PUSSY
SLAVE.
	"I'll put it here for her to find it," she dropped it on top of all my
porno-magazines.
	"It's very thorough," she said, slipped up close to me, her breasts
brushing my chest, her eyes looking deep into mine.  "For example, how
to play with your boys nipples."  She grabbed both of mine and gave them
a furious tugging.  I groaned, it was like there was nothing she could do to
me that didn't make me more horny.  Then slowly, with delicate little
tonguings she licked and sucked each nub till they were so hard and erect
and swollen.
	"How to mark your man."  She dragged her claws down my back
and across my buttocks.  I could feel the red tracks each finger and thumb
nail left.
	"How to look so innocent they won't hardly have a chance."  She
blinked her eyes through her big black glasses and shook her head back
and forth to let her pig tales gently whip my chest.
	"How to administer punishments that are pleasurable."  She took
out a white whip made up of hundreds of soft threads.  First she started
with my bottom, then my back.  It felt like feathers when she trailed the
tips across and when she wound up and start giving me stroke after stroke
the impact was considerable, but not burning like the leather crop, it was
like a giant hand.  Then she came around to my front.
	"Still so big."  She trailed the fibers across my chest and then slowly
began to whip me, letting the threads curl round my dong and then tugged
it free - again and again and again, till I was panting and sighing with
every lashing.
	"And it is always important to know how to give rewards."  She
knelt down in front of me and wrapped both hands around my cock.
	"Gosh, honey.  It makes me so happy that you save all your cum for
me!" she said brightly, looking at me with big eyes.  "I'll suck your big 
dick
all the time if only you'll be good."
	And then she began to suck, suck deeply on my cock.  At first only
with the head in her mouth, milking the cum and then deeper, and
deeper till my balls were bouncing on her chin.  She was a sword
swallower!
	And as she sucked her hands fondled my ass and as I spread my
legs, she began to stroke my asshole.  I groaned - I really was going to 
cum.
	She pulled back her head and laughed as I thrust at her helplessly.
	"Oh, and of course last but not least," she said, wiping her mouth
and reaching into the trunk.  She pulled out two more items.  "This is
something every woman should have to let her pussy slave know who's
boss."
	In her left hand was a tube of K-Y.
	In her right hand was an 8 1/2 inch dildo."
	"No!"
	"Mmmm...you should start small and work your way up, but I feel
like I need to show you exactly what kind of pleasure your girl-friend is
getting."  She stroked my quivering long-john.
	"But I don't go in for that!"
	"Oh, you were enjoying my stroking just a little while ago!"  She
snapped the dill onto her belt so it projected almost naturally out of her
pussy.  It was purple with a smooth torpedo head and a thick shaft that
only tapered slightly.  She thrummed it with her hand.  My jaw dropped
as I watched it vibrate like some giant rattler.
	"It's like breaking a stallion," she said, squeezing K-Y onto the dong
and then coating the tip carefully with her finger.  "And I'm no Horse
Whisperer."  She grinned.  "Once I show you how much you like it then
you'll be the pussy slave of whoever's got the cock between her legs."
With that she walked behind me and grasped my hips.
	"Spread `em, cowboy!"  And whether I wanted to or not, she pulled
back my hips and had my ass in the air like every eager slut there ever
was.  I sucked in my breath, what the hell was happening?
	"You just let that breath out and relax now," she whispered in my
ear.  "Don't worry, I know how to treat my sluts..."
	I sighed.
	The chilly dildo head kissed my asshole with blissful delight.
	"Oh!  Holly Shit!"  I tried to struggle but only managed to push her
deeper into my ass.
	Shelley Apple was moaning herself and slapping my ass and
encouraging my bucking.
	"You see the dildo is attached to a vibrator that works with the
strokes.  Oh my! it's fucking effective."  It was true, with every thrust I
heard a deep humming sound rise and fall.  She started thrusting deeper
and faster.
	I was moaning myself.  It was like a whole new type of orgasm.  My
cock was rock hard, bouncing up and down as Shelley rode me.
	"You little slut!"  she cried.  "You're taking an eight incher like a
seasoned whore."
	"I swear."  I gasped as she tweaked my nipples sending me further
down her shaft.  "I've never been done like this before!"
	"Then I'll do you well," she gasped, fucking me harder and harder,
her boobs smacking my back, counting out the beats of her thrusts.  I was
helping her, riding the dildo up and down to her in and outs.  She reached
around and took my cock in her hand.
	It was a wonderful effect, the dildo was so big and touching pleasure
points I didn't know I had.  Shelley delighted in running it up and down
me, it slurped and sucked.  I was whimpering like a school girl getting her
first.  And at the same time she thrust into me she slid her cool hand up
my cock and as she pulled out, not all the way, she went down my cock.  It
was like being fucked and fucking at the same time.  Like being one of
many pistons working together.
	With both of my hands tied, Shelley pumped my ass and jerked my
cock until we were both crying out.  Suddenly I was crying out and my ass
convulsed around the dong, and the humming of her vibrator deepened
even further, and I shot cum high into the air, her hand pumping me
furiously.  And I gasped and gasped, and cum came shooting into the air
in milky spurts, falling onto the couch and her blouse and skirt.  I hung
exhausted, the shackles still snug around my wrists.  Shelley kept fucking
my ass, giving herself complete satisfaction.
	"Wow!  you are a shooter!" Shelley gasped as she finished with me.
"That's alright, it's a company outfit."  She finally came to a halt and
snapped the dildo off of her harness, leaving the still thrumming phallus
in my ass.  She pulled a tiny red dress from the trunk and slipped it on.
"You can buy the outfit too."
	She rang through the order and then gave me a long lingering kiss
before turning and walking towards the front door.  My cock was starting
to get hard again, the dildo felt like it was still moving, but that must 
just
be the after-shocks!
	She turned and looked at me.
	"I think this will make your girl friend very happy,"  Then she
turned and walked out the door.

- FIN -
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