The blonde saleswoman

Totally surprised but also a little relieved about not standing naked in front of a man, I look directly into the pretty face of the young saleswoman from the boutique. The blonde seems not a bit surprised or even shocked by my nudity. In fact, she even curiously examines me closely from head to toe and then states in her Eastern European accent, "Your girlfriend actually wasn't lying when she told me you were her horny slut!"

I can feel the blood rush to my head with charm, making my face flush. Without paying any further attention to me, the girl pushes her way past me as if by herself. I quickly close the front door so that no one can see me from the street after all. Without saying a word, I lead the salesgirl to Anna in the living room. On the way there, I can feel the looks of the blonde downright in my back.

Anna has in the meantime put on a bathrobe and waits for us sitting on the couch. As soon as Anna sees the saleswoman, she greets the blonde in a good mood: "Hi Jessie! I'm glad you have time for us on such short notice." In a good mood, the saleswoman replies, "I was just too curious and just had to find out what to expect here." At the same time, she blatantly examines my naked body and states, "And from the looks of it, it wasn't a mistake!"

Now Anna explains to the blonde, "As our guest, you deserve the honor of choosing a toy for the little one." And points at the well-filled table. Interested, Jessie looks at the different things on the table. I hope she doesn't choose the black monster dildo. That thing is as big as my forearm! It is unimaginable for me that women actually push such a huge part into their pussies voluntarily! It's a load off my mind when Jessie reaches for a pink vibrator, still quite large, with a small arm for the clitoris, and smilingly presses it into my hand.

Satisfied, Anna evaluates her choice: "Oh yes, that's a good choice! Well, why don't you join me and while the little slut plays with herself a bit, we can get to know each other a little better." Encouragingly, Anna taps the empty seat next to her. Tentatively, I take a seat next to her and the blonde saleswoman also sits down right next to me. It is a totally strange feeling to sit stark naked and with a vibrator in my hand, between two young and clothed women on the sofa! I can hardly imagine anything that would be more humiliating than to satisfy myself in this situation!

Nevertheless, I turn on the vibrator to the smallest level and guide the quietly humming toy to my crack. Under the attentive gaze of Jessie, I stimulate my pussy with the vibrating tip. Anna's attention turns only to our guest and she asks, "How old are you, anyway?" To which she replies curtly, "27" "And how long have you been working in the boutique?" Adds Anna, to which Jessie replies, "I opened the store a good five years ago." Curious, Anna then asks, "And how come you only offer such skimpy clothes in the small sizes?" Without having to think, Jessie explains, "As you've noticed, I have a thing for women and especially slim women in sexy outfits. What could be more obvious than to make my passion my profession?"

Impressed, Anna now says, "That's just brilliant! Instead of painstakingly picking up pretty girls over the Internet or in discos and clubs, you simply let them come to you. You've built yourself a real slut trap!" The broad grin on Jessie's face tells Anna that she is right on target with her assumption. Then Anna wants to know, "Where does your accent come from, anyway?" "My family came to Germany from Poland when I was ten years old. Most of my relatives still live there. Among them is my cousin Viktor, who owns a textile factory. I also have all the things for my business made at his place." Interested, Anna listens attentively to the young businesswoman.

Suddenly Anna puts her hand on mine, with which I hold the vibrator, and sternly states, "You're not supposed to just fondle yourself a little with that thing!" With a lot of support from Anna, the toy quickly disappears into my already wet pleasure hole and now continues to vibrate blithely inside me. Jennie then states a bit surprised, "I have the feeling that she doesn't quite like it that I'm here." Whereupon Anna immediately waves off and Jessie explains: "Oh, the old bitch is being a little coy. In the end though, she knows full well that she has to do what I ask of her, no matter what it is!" Very surprised and also a little curious about this answer, the young blonde now asks more precisely: "Why does she have to do everything you ask of her?"