4 comments/ 97828 views/ 1 favorites Customer Satisfaction By: 1Stranger Working for a furniture company I sometimes get sent out on customer call backs for defective or damaged furniture. Most of the time it’s just pain in the ass housewives who you can never satisfy, but sometimes I get lucky and get a pleasurable experience where I’m really able to satisfy our customer. Like just the other day when I was sent out to go inspect a couch and a set of chairs that the shippers damaged during delivering. I arrived at the customer’s house, to be greeted at the door by the homeowner, this tall hot red head. She was already annoyed, seems the office had told her I was going to be there hours earlier and her husband had waited but now that she got home from work he had just left, she said something about him going to Shoprite. “May as well come in and look at the furniture now that you’re here” she demanded. So I went in, looked at her couch, which was not easy considering how hot she looked in her business attire. She wore a short black skirt and a tight pink V-neck top that really displayed her tits and cleavage well. The skirt and high heel sandals she wore really showed off her sexy ass and long legs. She looked hot and she knew it. I told her not to worry I’d order her a new couch and she could keep the damaged one for now until the new set arrived. That seemed to calm her down somewhat but she still felt something should be done for her inconvenience. When I told her I would deduct $100.00 of her bill for her inconveniences she accepted it as a fair offer. With business now done she became more relaxed she started talking about furniture, how hard it is to find something nice and comfortable but still reasonably priced. She kept talking, with me offering my occasional input. She said I should call her by her given name, “ Stephanie”. I was looking at Stephanie’s chest throughout the conversation, trying not to make it obvious that I was checking out her tits as we stood in her livingroom talking. I guess Stephanie must have noticed I was eyeing her tits because after a short while she walked over to the couch and sat down. I watched as she slowly lowered herself down on her new couch. Stephanie seductively leaned back and crossed her long sexy legs while at the same time stretching one arm along the back of the sofa. Now with me standing on the other side I had a great view of those tits and her cleavage. She had some package and she was giving me some show and I was having a hard time keeping my end of the conversation going standing there in front of her and trying not to get a hard-on. That’s when I noticed her nipples where getting big and firm as she sat on her sofa stretched out like that. She must have known I couldn’t take much more because I started saying something like “I have to get going”. My cock was ready to ripe out of my pants. That is when she asked if I wouldn’t mind looking at an antique hutch she had stored in the attic and maybe give her an idea what it might be worth. Without even waiting for my reply she leaped off the couch and walked towards the hallway, brushing lightly against me as she walked by. I followed her into the hallway staring at her tight ass as she walked in front of me. Stephanie said, “help me pull these attic stairs down”. I was feeling a little uneasy but as Stephanie reached up to grab the attic stair handle she reached and turned at the same time. Now Stephanie, this hot red head, in a black skirt with a beautiful ass, with long sexy legs in high heel sandals and a tight pink V-top was standing there with her arms reaching up and her tits and hard nipples just inches from my face. That was it! I spun her around and bent her over so fast she lost her breath and balance. I grabbed Stephanie’s skirt and lifted it up over her ass. Stephanie grabbed the wall to steady herself from falling. That was all the time I needed, I already had my hard cock out and in my hand. I pulled her panties to the side and rubbed my cock head against her. My cock was dripping with pre-cum. Stephanie tried standing up but it all happened to fast, she tried pulling away but was up against the wall. I pushed her down and pushed into her, pulling her into me at the same time. The outside of her pussy was moist from the head of my cock rubbing against her. Stephanie gasped from pain and surprise as the head of my hard cock forced her lips apart and entered her pussy. I don’t think she was getting such a big dick from her husband. There was no stopping now! I slid my cock in all the way and Stephanie moaned. I started pumping away but she had a hard time standing bent over with my hard cock pumping in and out of her. Stephanie said, “let’s go to the bed”. I told her, “no, I want to fuck you standing up. Turn around I want to watch your face when I fill you with my cum”. Stephanie stood up; I spun her around again, lifted her skirt and pulled her panties to the side. Stephanie had a nicely trimmed bush. Short, neat, like she got a wax job done regularly, my cock just loved it. I wanted to eat it bad but I knew she was looking only for a good quick fuck. So I put my cock right between her pussy lips and she lowered herself right onto my cock. I stroked away at her. She looked great, smelled great, tasted great and fucked great. Stephanie wrapped one leg around me as I grabbed her ass with both my hands and slammed my cock into her again and again. She started moaning and gasping, I gazed into Stephanie’s face, her eyes closed, her pussy squeezing my pulsating cock as she came. That’s when my cock exploded. I filled her with my cum and as we stood there panting trying to regain our composure we heard a noise at the back door. I left out the front door just in time as her husband brought the groceries in through the back kitchen door. Well, that was one satisfied customer. Customer Satisfaction She was the most obnoxious customer he had ever dealt with, that much was obvious the minute she came into the office. The bitch vibe she radiated was stronger than the expensive perfume that she wore, from her six inch black heels to her skin-tight black dress, it seemed to absorb into every fabric of her being. She was arguing with his boss, and when her blue eyes cut in his direction, he grimaced and cursed under his breath in spanish. "You're the painter?" She demanded, as if speaking to him was a waste of her precious time. "Yes ma'am. Is there a problem with the corvette?" Andres already knew what her reply would be, Cuban bitch, but he had to be polite in front of his boss. "There's still a dent in the front bumper and the paint looks terrible! How do you even have your job still?!?" She heaved a dramatic sigh and turned back to his boss as Andres clenched his fists. She was full of shit. He had gone over that car meticulously. "I want it re-done. And if you can't do it properly this time, I will gladly take my money elsewhere, señor." Her slender curves were strained against the fabric of her dress as she took a seat, crossing her legs. "Of coarse. I have to meet with an insurance adjuster this afternoon, but Andres will be here and you are more than welcome to make yourself at home if you wish to wait." His boss's answer left the tall, dark-haired painter wanting to put his fist through a wall. He stepped out of the office and back into the shop, kicking over his masking stand furiously. "Puta estúpida!" His muscles flexed beneath his black Dickies and white t-shirt as he snatched a sanding block off his workbench and moved over to the black corvette. It took him an hour to get back down to the primer, sweat drenching his shirt and causing his dark hair to cling to his tanned face as he puffed on his cigarette. The sound of heels clicking on the cement behind him made his jaw clench as his brown eyes turned to meet her blue gaze. "Customers aren't supposed to be in the shop." He snapped, watching her slender arms fold across her chest as a smirk spread over her full red lips. The simple action nearly caused her breasts to spill out of the low cut dress and he rolled his eyes; attention whore. "Your boss said I was welcome to watch. I want to make sure it's done properly this time." She quipped back, seemingly amused by his irritation. Andres tossed the sanding block to the ground, snatching the keys to the corvette off his work bench and pulling the car into the paint booth. At least the bitch couldn't follow him in there. He was mixing the paint for his spray gun when she stepped over again, her round ass swaying purposely as she leaned over the table towards him, causing the edge of her dress to rise higher and drawing his attention for a moment. "Can I watch?" She questioned, and he was about to say no, but thought better of it. "You can't come out until I'm done. The booth has to be airtight so that dust doesn't get into the paint and fuck it up." His mind was already working on putting the rich, stuck up bitch in her place, and her reply only cemented his plan. "Worse than you did the first time?" The cocky smirk on her face made him want to slap the makeup right off her Barbie face as she turned, making her way inside the booth. "Comer mierda." He mumbled, closing the lid of the paint canister as he grabbed his spray mask. He stepped into the booth, closing and sealing the door behind him with a sigh; she was leaned over, examining the bumper he had just sanded. Her dress rose considerably, giving him a peek of the skimpy black thong beneath, wedged between two perfectly round cheeks. "You aren't going to paint over all this dusty stuff are you?" She asked with a frown, running a slender finger over the area of the car. "God dammit! Don't touch it! The oil from your hands will fuck up the damn paint!" He snarled angrily, his patience having reached his limit. She stood up quickly, turning her offended haughty gaze to him. "Well if you had done it right the first time, you wouldn't have this problem would you?" It was the last straw; throwing his paint gun to the ground he closed the distance between them in two swift strides, his massive hand closing over her slender throat as she shoved her back against the hood. She gasped in surprise, fear instantly filling her blue eyes as her slender fingers tried to pull his powerful hand from her throat. "I'll have your job for this!" She gasped, his grip tightening just enough to cut off her words as he pressed close to her, leaning over to her ear. "Oh yeah? You think you're really something don't you? Spoiled little rich cunt! How bout we knock you down a peg or two huh?" He snarled, his other hand seizing her blonde hair roughly as he snatched her up. She cried out as he dragged her off the hood, his opposite hand leaving her throat as he unzipped his pants. Her eyes widened as he pulled his fat cock free, forcing the curvy blonde to her knees. She struggled against him, only making him more furious as his back hand came across her cheek. Tears welled in her eyes as she pleaded, but it only seemed to fuel him on. His grip on her blonde curls tightened as he moved forward, pinning her head back against the bumper of the corvette. "Think you're better than me, puta? Chupa mi pinga! Suck it!" Andres shouted, forcing her mouth open with his other hand and shoving his now hard cock down her throat. The blonde gagged, but it didn't seem to phase him as both hands went to the back of her slender neck, thrusting into her wet mouth with force. She tried to push him away, but her tiny arms were no match for his pure muscular bulk as he drove his cock farther down her throat, forcing her head back with the intense motion of his pumping hips. He groaned, his hands tightening around her slender neck as he tossed his head back, forcing her moist red lips to engulf his shaft once more. With a growl, he finally released her, letting his fully erect cock slip from her mouth as he snatched her up, flipping her around with ease and forcing her to lean over the hood of the sleek black corvette. She whimpered as his hand grabbed her ass roughly, jerking the edge of the black mini dress up over her hips. He smacked her round cheeks hard, watching them jiggle from the impact as a red handprint began to form on her velvet skin. She cried out at the assault, trying to escape him again but his large hand forced her head down onto the hood, making her wince. * ((I want to get feedback before I finish the story and post the finished piece. If you like it let me know and I will finish. Constructive criticism is appreciated.)