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Servicing a Client
I made the mistake of going to work for life
insurance company, a company that expected me to
go to the homes of clients to service policies
and make sales attempts. I say it was a mistake,
but I did enjoy it for a time. I enjoy meeting
people, just never got into having to try to
sell them something while we were talking.
After I had been with the company for about 9
months, my supervisor gave me the name of a
couple who lived in the territory of another
agent (we weren't forbidden to go over territory
lines, but we tried to respect our co-workers)
who wasn't able to go see them.
The Simmons family lived outside the city limits
of one of the towns in our rural county, on a
gravel road. I thought I recognized the address,
as I had some friends who had lived on that road
at one time. I put the card in my portfolio and
told Steve I would call on the Simmons's that
week.
That Tuesday afternoon, I was in the area and
decided I would stop by the house and see if
someone were home. I turned on the gravel road
and realized immediately that this was the house
that Bill and Joyce had lived in. It was a nice
house, with a second story, decks, and a living
room/den that was connected to the house by a
glassed walkway.
As I pulled into the drive I noted toys in the
yard, and then a toddler in the yard, and a lady
on the deck. I grabbed my portfolio, and
approached the deck with s smile.
Mrs. Simmons stood, and asked, "Can I help you?"
"Hello, I'm James Murdock, with Country Life
Insurance. Are you Theresa Simmons?"
I stopped at the bottom of the steps as she
nodded yes. She was blonde (from a bottle), nice
smile, athletic legs in denim cutoffs, very nice
breasts under a clingy v-neck top, late
twenties, early thirties. Not a super-model, as
she would be classified by some as overweight,
but everything was put together quite well.
"Miz Simmons, I received your name from my
supervisor, Steve Washington. He told me his
daughter, Casey, worked with you at the pool in
town. I'd like to ask you a few questions, if
you have a few minutes."
"Oh, please call me Terri. Have a seat. Jacob
wanted to come outside and run around, and it is
such I nice day. Do you mind sitting out here?"
As she invited me up and led me to the patio
table, I had the opportunity to check her out
some more. The denim shorts were splitting up
the right side some, and they were practically
painted on her luscious bottom.
We sat down, and I noted that she had a full
glass of white wine and a lit cigarette in the
ashtray. I introduced myself again, and asked
her how long she and her husband had been living
there.
"About six months, we moved here from Tennessee.
Chad works for the dentist in town making
dentures."
As we talked about Chad and Terri and their two
kids, I noticed that Terry seemed a little
flushed and giggly, and I suspected that the
glass of wine she was drinking was not her first
of the day. Terri is one of those women who
touch others while talking, and I must say that
I was finding this to be more than just
pleasant, as she would leave her hand on mine
for long periods of time, or brush my forearm
through the sleeve of my dress shirt.
I told her that I was just there to complete a
questionnaire, and asked again if I could ask
her some questions.
"Oh, please do James," she purred, in that
throaty sexy voice of hers. Her right hand
brushed my wrist as I leaned over and picked up
the portfolio and extracted the question form
our company used as a sales tool. God, that
split in her shorts went waaaaay up.
About half way through completing the form, it
suddenly began raining big fat drops that soaked
us both immediately. Jacob came running, I
gathered my paper and portfolio, and we stepped
into the kitchen. Terri had me sit at the small
table just inside the patio door, and sent Jacob
into the play room adjacent to the
kitchen/dining/living room.
We laughed about the sudden rain, and I subtly
ogled her wet shirt clinging to the swell of her
breasts, and her nipples poking through her
smooth bra and shirt. Terri grabbed us some
paper towels and we wiped off the water on our
exposed skin. As Terri wiped her cleavage and
upper legs, I noticed her check out the bulge
that had started to develop in my pants.
"Would you like something to drink? I'm going to
get a refill." As she passed by me she touched
my shoulder at the base of my neck.
I reached up and placed my hand on hers and
looked at her. "May I have some water?"
"Of course," she replied. The mutual caress
continued for no more than a second, but what a
second!
When she returned, she sat on my left, our knees
touching. I completed the questionnaire, and
proceeded to suggest various insurance coverages
for the family members, our knees slowly sliding
against each other. As I was pointing out
benefits of various plans, I slid a little
closer to her, our elbows and forearms touching,
our thighs intimately slid together. Her blue
eyes were intent on my face, and her smile was
electric as I spoke.
"How does that plan sound?"
"That sounds great!"
I quickly completed the necessary applications,
and calculated the premium due. "That will be
$75.00."
She went to get her purse and returned. Pulling
a wad of bills out of her wallet, she began
counting.
"Ummm, I can't accept cash. Check or money order
only. Sorry, company policy."
She paused, looked at her purse, and said, "But
I don't have a check, James. Chad keeps the
checkbook, and pays all the bills."
"Well, that's not a problem. I can come back
later this week and get the check. What day
would be best?"
"Well, I'm at the pool all day tomorrow, we have
an obligation tomorrow night, and I'm at the
pool Thursday. Call me Thursday morning, and
I'll see what we can do about the check."
I nodded and looked around, really looking at
the contents of the house for a moment. "I like
what you guys have done with the place. I have
some friends who lived here a few years ago."
"Really, would you like to look around?"
"Sure!"
We walked into the detached living room, no
furniture. Terri told me they were going to get
some furniture to put in that room for
entertainment. Jacob was running around us as we
turned and started toward the stairs. Being a
gentleman, I allowed her to lead me up the
stairs with her swishing ass at eye level.
Incredible. I had to adjust my hard-on for
comfort.
She led me into the older son's bedroom and
showed me his posters and small bed. The
toddler's bedroom was next door, with the usual
stuffed animals and cute blankets everywhere.
Terri pointed to her bedroom across the hall,
with its open door revealing the king-sized
waterbed dominating the floor-space. I smiled
and wished Jacob to be beamed up like Star Trek
so I could test the bounciness of the bed.
Amazingly, no special effects appeared and Jacob
continued to run around us.
We talked about the house as we went back down
the steps. I was saying my goodbye's as Terri
led me back into the living area they were
using. As I glanced at a photo on the wall,
Terri stopped and started to pet the housecat.
Yep, I ran into her, and grabbed her quickly to
keep her from tipping right over. My hard cock
was right in the crack of her ass. That split in
her shorts had opened wide, and my right hand
just naturally fell right on her bare hip.
"I'm sorry! Are you alright?" I asked as my
hands slid away from her hips. My fingers were
burning with the tingle of touching her hip. For
some reason, my hands didn't want to pull away.
I could swear she pushed back onto my cock.
She straightened and turned to look up at me as
I apologized. "That's alright, I stopped
quickly. When Chad gets home, I will have him
make out the check." I gathered my materials,
left the quote and brochures with her and left.
I stopped about a mile down the road and stroked
myself until I came explosively.
Chapter 2.
On Thursday, I tried to call Terri, and received
no answer. That evening it began to rain softly,
and I had an appointment cancel, so I decided to
stop by Terri's house and ask about the check.
When I pulled up, it was dark, but lights were
on in the house, and I decided to check and see
if anyone were home.
When I stepped on the deck, I could see the
couch through the sliding glass doors. Terri was
on it watching TV with her cat in her lap.
My knock on the door startled her. She looked at
the door, then picked up the remote and pressed
a button. As she got up to come to the door, I
realized that she had on a flannel nighty. Now,
I know that sounds positively frumpy, but this
thing had spaghetti straps, had a low neck-line,
and came to about mid-thigh. WOW.
She slid the door open and said, "Mr. Murdock,
you must be here about the check. Come in."
I stepped in and slid the door closed behind me.
I apologized about coming by and surprising her
in her nightgown. "I hope I'm not embarrassing
you, or making you uncomfortable," I said.
"No, the swimsuit I wear to the pool shows more
than this." As she was talking, she was
swiveling slightly, pivoting with her knees, the
cat purring against her left breast.
"Well, your swimsuit couldn't look cuter on you
than this. May I?" indicating I wished to touch
the fabric on her upper back.
She smiled and stopped pivoting while I caressed
her upper back. "I like that fabric."
Sultry smile as she said, "Thank you. Chad has
the boys, took them to a ballgame, and I don't
know if he left the check."
"Do you want me to hold your cat?"
"Sure, if he will let you."
I reached to get the large cat from her. I was
looking at her more than at the cat, and she was
looking at me only. She continued to hold the
cat close, and my left hand slid between the cat
and her breast, inside of the material of her
nighty.
My hands froze in place, and I glanced at her.
Her eyes were on me, and the smile never left
her face. I "fumbled" for a moment, enjoying the
feel of my hand on her flesh. "Man, he's a heavy
cat," I exclaimed as I lifted him, reluctantly
taking my hand away from her breast.
As I pulled my hand away, I slipped the
spaghetti strap on that side off her shoulder.
The fabric slipped down slightly, exposing the
upper slope of her incredibly smooth tit. The
nipple remained hidden, but was sticking out an
incredible distance, making a smaller version of
the tent that was forming in my pants.
Terri stood there a moment, not moving. With a
slight start, she said, "Yes, he weighs 16
pounds." She turned away, and swished toward the
kitchen. "Let me see if I can find that check,"
She opened a couple of drawers, and glancing
around pulled a bar stool over to a counter. "He
keeps a checkbook on one of these shelves; let
me see if I can find it." She climbed up the
stool, put her knee on the stool, and her shin
on the counter. "Let me see, I know it's around
here somewhere."
I set the cat down and went over to her. "Be
careful, you'll fall!" I exclaimed. I reached up
to steady her. My right hand went to her waist,
and my left hand went under the hem of her
nighty, dragging it up as I gripped her lower
back. Right above her uncovered, naked ass.
Terri sagged a little toward me, looked down and
said, "Oh, thank you, Mr. Murdock." As she
sagged toward me, my right hand slid up to her
breast. I shifted my left hand to provide better
support for her. Naturally, that meant I slid my
hand under her ass, my thumb coming to rest
nestled between her cheeks right on her asshole,
and my palm on her very moist pussy.
"Not a problem, Miz Simmons, I just didn't want
you to fall off this stool and hurt yourself." I
pivoted my left hand, screwing my thumb tighter
to the bud of her ass, rubbing her wet bald
pussy lips. My right hand was massaging her
breast, her nipple pinched between thumb and
forefinger. "You just keep looking, and I will
make sure you don't fall."
Terri shifted downward and my thumb was sucked
into her ass. "I appreciate your concern, Mr.
Murdock. You don't find many gentlemen these
days."
I twisted my thumb deeper, and turned my hand
sideways so I could saw my hand up her sopping
gash. She shifted lower to get greater pressure
on my hand.
I released her nipple, pulled the nighty down,
and grabbed her nipple and pulled it hard. I
shoved two fingers in her pussy. "Always glad to
assist a lady."
Terri rocked back and forth on my hand, fucking
herself on my fingers, "You know, I don't think
the check book is up here. Maybe it's down in
the couch."
I twisted her nipple to her moans of pleasure,
"Would you like me to help you find it?"
She is rocking harder against my hand, "Let me
finish looking HEEEEEERRRRRRREE!!!!" Her juices
covered my hand in a wave as she sagged forward,
resting her head against a cupboard door,
panting for breath.
As she recovered, I continued to slowly stroke
her pussy and ass, and continued to lightly pull
and twist her nipple. After about three minutes,
she raised her head and turned to look at me,
"You may need to help me down."
I slid my fingers out of her and assisted her
from the counter and stool. She turned to me,
pulled my face down to hers, and buried her
tongue in my mouth.
She led me by the hand to the couch and shoved
me to a seat, "My turn." The grin on her face
was hungry with desire.
Terri dropped to her knees in front of me and
quickly undid my belt and pants, and then
sloooowly unzipped my pants as she looked into
my eyes. She reached into my pants and pulled
out my hard cock, and smiled as she purred, "I
hate undies too, as you now know."
My uncircumcised dick was achingly rigid like
velvet covered steel as she licked the tip like
a popsicle and rolled the hood back. She looked
at me, grinned and then swallowed my entire cock
in one excruciatingly slow movement.
Her lips, teeth, tongue and throat worked in
concert to draw her mouth down the length of me
until her nose was smashed against my pubic
bone. Her eyes never left mine, and her grin,
although distorted by the tube of flesh in her
mouth, never left her face.
Terri began speaking, "Iiigh oobfv sfooogh
sfuuugck gckogck." Oh God, that vibration along
my cock was incredible. I swear it sounded like
she said "I love to suck cock."
After a few seconds, she began to twist her head
side to side, massaging my shaft with her tongue
and upper throat. I began to moan and twitching,
wanting to fuck her mouth. Then she
MOOAAANNED!!!!! My balls began to retract
upward, and my cock started twitching like I had
been shocked.
"If you keep that up for one more minute, I will
come down your throat!"
Terri stopped, slid her mouth off of me. "We
can't have that. Yet," she whispered as she
straddled me, rubbing her pussy once with the
head of my dick before sinking onto it, throwing
her head backward as she growled her pleasure.
I gripped her ass as she began to work her cunt
up and down and left and right and back and
forth and in a swirling motion on my pole. I
leaned up and sucked a nipple in my mouth and
began the attempt to pull milk from her.
My fingers of my left hand slid around, and my
middle finger found and entered her ass. "Yes,
finger fuck my ass. Fuck me."
I released her nipple long enough to ask, "Would
you like me to pound your tiny asshole with my
hard cock?"
She frantically nodded and hissed, "Yesssss!
Yesssss! Fuck my asshole hard."
She jumped off me and got on the couch on her
knees. "Fuck my ass now!"
I stood and assessed the situation. I shifted
her around until she was straddling the
waist-high arm of the couch. I dropped to my
knees behind her and spread her ass, and began
to licking and fingering her ass and pussy,
swapping tongue and fingers until she came and
her ass was wet and gaping open.
Rising to my feet I positioned the bulbous head
of my cock at the entrance of her ass. "You like
your ass fucked, don't you?"
"Yes!"
"You want me to fuck your ass right now, right?"
"Yes!"
"Beg me to fuck your ass."
"Please, fuck my ass."
"Say Mr. Murdock while you beg."
"Please, Mr. Murdock, fuck my ass."
I pressed against her little browneye and
gripped her hips. She whimpered as I paused,
"Please!!!" I shoved my dick about an inch into
her.
"Oh, please, FUCK ME!!"
I began to fuck my cock in and out of her,
admiring the sight of it slowly sinking deeper
into the crack of her ass with each stroke.
Terri was squirming against the arm of the
couch, masturbating her clit on the cloth as I
ground into her ass.
Finally, my cock was completely buried in her. I
paused, letting her squirm against me. I leaned
over, "Do you like that?"
"Yes."
"How often do you let strangers fuck your ass?"
"It's been a while, for strangers, and for my
ass."
"Your husband doesn't fuck you in the ass? What
a waste. Well, we will have to remedy that
situation from now on won't we?"
"Yes. Now, shut the fuck up and fuck the slut up
the ass!"
I happily complied, fucking slowly in and out of
her ass as she had three orgasms. Finally, I
came, hard, deep in her.
I helped her look the next three Tuesdays, and
two more Thursdays. Never did find that check,
and therefore never received that sales
commission. All that client servicing, and not a
bit of pay.
Oh well.
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