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Sales

By: attero



In a different environment I'd have probably been close friends with Natalie. We were both misfits; ill-suited for careers in sales. We both used what should have been our weaknesses to our advantage; leading our clients to trust us due to our un-salesperson like nature. Though I was a few years older than her, we were in the same general age range. We even had similar tastes in music.

In the environment we were in, though, we were hardly friends. We were rivals at best, bitter enemies at worst. Her name was always right above mine on the leader board, yet she never beat me by much. Every single month we'd finish close to each other, but every single month she'd win by just a little. Despite the fact that her victories were always so narrow she made a point of rubbing my face in them, openly and consistently referring to herself as better than me. She gloated without shame; frequently acting as though I should be grateful to be in the same general area as such a superior salesperson.

Natalie didn't exactly win fair and square, though. She'd use sleazy techniques to eke out her victories -- nothing ethical, but nothing unethical enough to actually get fired. She'd mention things to my customers when no one was watching to sabotage my sales, then she would come in and "save" the deal -- always pocketing the commission. Management looked the other way -- it technically wasn't stealing, and they didn't really care who got paid the commission as long as the deal was closed. At first I cared about the money she was taking out of my paycheck, but after two years I just wanted to see the bitch suffer.

I arrived at work at 8 AM on Wednesday, an hour before we opened. Scanning the parking lot I spotted Natalie's blue sedan, but no other cars. That meant it was likely just her and I for the morning, meaning it was going to be a long day. I didn't exactly enjoy her company, and being close to the end of the month I was stressed out already.

Thursday was the last day of the month. Like every other month, Natalie was ahead of me, though not by too much. I was running out of time to get my numbers over hers before the month's numbers were compiled by management. I needed to close some deals desperately; I couldn't let her beat me again, especially with our numbers being so close.

I'd receive a small bonus if I beat her for being in a better sales rank, but that wasn't what was motivating me. If I beat her, my name would be above hers on the leader board. It might seem petty, but that was huge -- it meant that every time she came to work she'd see visual proof that I was superior to her; and I knew that would gnaw away at her internally. Of course, the inverse was true, too. If I failed to pull ahead it would be her name over mine as usual, and I could trust her to make sure that I never forgot it.

The end of the month wasn't just about selling, though. There was also the matter of checking over the previous months receipts and making sure that everything was in order. Though uncommon, it wasn't unheard of for sales rankings to change over matters of a couple dollars; and I wasn't about to lose my position due to a clerical error. Logging onto one of the ancient computers in the back room, I began the mind-numbingly boring task of reviewing all of the month's receipts to verify that everything was correct.

It was a boring process, but it was one that I had worked into a mechanical routine. I'd scan the receipt, checking the areas that I knew I had to watch carefully. Once I saw that everything was in order, I'd tap F6 to bring up the next receipt and repeat the process all over again. Tuning out the outside world, I scanned receipts for about five minutes before I saw it.

Towards the bottom of the screen the computer listed which salesperson would receive the commission. Although I vividly remembered closing the deal myself, my sales number was not listed in that field -- the number 138 was instead. I didn't even have to look up whose number that was, I knew immediately what had happened. I must have left myself logged in at some point, and Natalie took the opportunity to change the commission and steal my sale. Enraged, I quickly tapped F12 in order to print out a copy.

As I waited for the copy to print, though, I felt my rage melting into joy. Management might have been willing to ignore the occasional underhanded trick to get ahead, but this was outright stealing. For the first time that I was aware of Natalie had actually crossed the line, and I'd soon have evidence of it. The commission she had stolen was tiny, too -- just slightly over six dollars. Even if I lost the money, it would be worth it to be rid of her.

Snatching the printout, I triumphantly walked to the front of the store where I saw Natalie relaxing by the front counter. The air still smelled faintly of bleach from the cleaning crew the night before; that odor quickly overpowered by her perfume when I got close enough. She looked as smug as she always did, obviously unaware that I had found her bullshit. Walking up next to her, I casually placed the printout on the counter and looked her dead in the eye.

"I understand how much pressure you face in making your numbers," I began. "I can imagine how a salesperson with your lack of talent would need to resort to the occasional underhanded trick to make things word. This, however, is not acceptable."

Looking mildly confused, Natalie picked up the printout. Seeing what it was, her expression quickly changed to one of irritation, as if I had wasted her time with such a petty matter. Placing the printout back on the counter, she shot me a condescending grin.

"You leave yourself logged in, bad things happen," she shrugged, demonstrating an intense lack of respect. "I could have sent an e-mail to everyone letting them know you were gay; I figured this would be less embarrassing. I know you've been struggling, but I figured that a lousy six bucks wasn't going to kill you. You ought to be grateful that I taught you such a valuable lesson in such a kind way; I could have just as easily changed larger tickets than that. Really, you ought to think of me as a mentor, Liam -- I'm going out of my way to help you."

"Gee, Natalie, thank you ever so much," I replied sarcastically. "It's so nice having a coworker to look out for me. I almost feel bad turning you in over this."

"Are you fucking joking?" she laughed. "You're going to go crying to management over $6? God, I had no idea you were such a pussy."

"Natalie," I laughed back. "I'd turn you in over six cents. I don't give a flying fuck about the money -- I'm just happy to have something that will get your ass fired. Yeah, maybe it'll make me look petty; but the important thing is that it will make you look unemployed. You do realize that this is outright stealing, don't you? As in, something that they won't just ignore?"

I watched Natalie's face twist about in anger. She obviously didn't expect me to react the way that I had, and I couldn't blame her. I wasn't exactly in the habit of respecting every little rule myself; turning her in over something like this was a bit hypocritical and out of character. I wasn't happy to be doing it -- it did feel incredibly petty and beneath me. The important thing was that I'd never have to see her again, though, and the ends would justify the means.

Natalie reached into her pocket and pulled out a handful of bills. Looking through them, she found a ten and slammed it down on the counter on top of the printout. Looking up at me, she shot me a look of pure hatred.

"Keep the change, you petty cocksucker," she hissed. "Had I known you would be such a little baby about the whole thing, I'd have just sent out the gay e-mail instead."

"You're just not listening, are you?" I sighed. "Kiddo, do you really think I'm going to pass up a chance to get your ass fired over $10? Keep your money -- you'll likely need it more than I. Brian's due in at noon; I suggest you spend the next few hours preparing for your firing. Contact your customers, let them know you're leaving; that kind of stuff."

Having said my piece I put my elbows up on the counter and relaxed. I went out of my way to act nonchalantly, wanting to show her exactly how little concern I had for the situation. This did nothing to calm her down -- if anything it made her more and more angry. Entertaining myself by watching her suffering, I cracked a smile as her face twisted itself in rage, fear, and hatred. I loved her suffering, and wanted to intensify it.

"Aww, is poor widdle Natalie realizing that her ignorant ass is about to get fired?" I mocked. "God, you look so incredibly angry. Tell me, bitch -- what's it like to possess such an intense hatred and know that you're completely and totally unable to do a goddamned thing about it? How does it feel knowing that I'm about to disrupt your entire pathetic life and you can do absolutely nothing to hurt me back? It's true, you know -- you'll be fired, and you have no choice but to just grab your ankles and take it like a bitch. There's absolutely nothing you can do to hurt me back."

My words did the trick. With an almost intimidatingly primal grunt, Natalie balled her hand into a fist and thrust it into my face. After landing the punch she took a step back and glared at me, breathing heavily.

Fortunately, though I'm not exactly muscular I'm hardly a small guy. I was easily a foot taller than her, and probably more than twice her weight. She might have hit me as hard as she could but I barely even felt a thing. Although I was initially instinctually angry that she had hit me, I quickly realized that this was a good thing.

"I am going to fucking murder you," she growled, sounding deadly serious.

"Let's hope you have a weapon of some sort hidden somewhere," I laughed. "I don't think either of us has enough time for you to actually beat me to death with your fists alone. I should thank you, though. Getting you fired would have been fun, but having you arrested will be far more enjoyable."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" she demanded.

"Security cameras, idiot," I reminded her. "We're standing in front of the cash register, so that little spat of yours is now on record. It's funny -- as pathetic as your punch may have been, it still counts as assault. That's two years in a state prison, I believe. I won't get to watch Brian fire you, but I doubt he'll hold your job until you get out."

"You wouldn't dare," she replied, sounding far more nervous than she probably wanted to.

"If you want to believe that, it's fine by me," I shrugged, reaching for my cell phone. "I'm not a lawyer or anything, but you might want to start thinking up a better excuse. I doubt a judge is going to accept 'I thought he wouldn't press charges'."

I hadn't really planned to call the police, of course. Having her fired was already pushing my boundaries; actually having her sent to jail seemed extreme even given how much I hated her. Natalie apparently didn't realize I was bluffing, though -- she jumped at me and tried to grab my cell phone, visibly terrified by the prospect of losing her freedom along with her job.

"If you're going to assault me again," I sighed, easily maintaining the grip on my phone, "at least have the intelligence to take me off camera first. You're not hurting me physically or anything, but this is just embarrassing. Really, I'd feel bad for you if you weren't such a raging cunt."

Realizing that she wasn't going to be able to overpower me, Natalie stopped trying to wrestle the phone out of my hand. Backing off a bit she looked up at me, still noticeably terrified, enraged, and breathing heavily. I almost felt bad for her, but she deserved to suffer and I saw no reason to let her off the hook just yet.

"Okay," she panted, swallowing her pride. "You win. I surrender. I shouldn't have hit you, and I'm sorry. Please don't call the police. I'll reimburse you for what I stole, I'll quit so you'll never have to see me again; hell, I'll do anything you want. Just please, please don't call the police. I know you hate me, and you probably have every right to; but I'm begging you not to send me to jail."

She was clearly terrified. I felt a little guilty for inflicting such intense suffering, but I still wanted to see her squirm. Throughout the years I had known her I had never had power over her, and it seemed almost immoral not to exploit it now that I finally did. Sweating it out a little wasn't going to kill her, anyway. Walking towards the back room, I motioned for her to follow.

The back room of the store was free from security cameras, meaning that I'd be able to exploit my power over her without evidence. We still had about 45 minutes until we were supposed to open the store, and I wanted to make them count. I waited for her to enter behind me, then closed and locked the heavy wooden door behind us just to be safe.

Facing Natalie, I placed my hands on my hips and let out a sigh, doing my best to imply with my body language that I wasn't sure what to do. I already knew that I wasn't going to call the police, of course, but letting her think that I might was just too much fun. Natalie looked back up at me submissively, clearly unsure what to do. Enjoying her fear, I remained silent and let her sweat it out.

"Look, I'm really, really sorry," she spat out after a few moments. "Please don't call the police, Liam?"

"You keep saying you're sorry," I mused. "I don't know why, but I just don't believe it. I think you'd sound more convincing on your knees."

Natalie looked up at me, probably trying to gauge how serious I was. I returned her look with an unyielding stare, hoping to convey that this was not a good time to test me. Tapping my foot, I let her know that she was trying my patience. Realizing that she had no other way out of it, she reluctantly dropped to her knees, noticeably hating the situation.

"As I was saying," she choked out, her voice awash with terror and rage, "I'm very sorry that I hit you. Please tell me that you're not going to call the police?"

"I could tell you that," I admitted, "but I might be lying. I'd like to not have to go to the police, but I'm just so concerned for society in general. If you aren't punished you'll never learn your lesson, and you'd be a threat to the community. I just don't know if I could live with myself, knowing that I was responsible for that. I mean, what happens when you assault someone who actually doesn't deserve it? I'd be partially guilty for having let you believe that you can get away with that shit."

"Oh come the fuck off it," she snapped. "You're practically a fucking anarchist, there's no way that you believe that bullshit."

"Is that what you think of me?" I chuckled, doing my best to sound hurt. "I had no idea my reputation was one of such lawlessness -- now I feel compelled to turn you in just to prove that I'm a decent, law-abiding citizen. Or, you know, maybe I just fucking despise you and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to hurt you. You'll have a couple years in prison to ponder than philosophical question."

"Okay, wait!" she pleaded, remembering our new power dynamic. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply that you weren't a law-abiding citizen. Just tell me what to do to earn your forgiveness, and I swear to god I'll do it. I'm already on my knees here, cut me some slack?"

"I've been cutting you slack," I reminded her, "by not calling the police just yet. Show some fucking appreciation, or I might just be compelled to stop cutting you that slack. I'm not sure you can ever truly earn my forgiveness, either -- I mean, you hit me ever so hard, I just don't know if I can get over that. You can start by showing that you understand your place, though. Shine my shoes, bitch -- you're already on your knees, we may as well put that to good use."

Natalie looked up at me in confusion. I'll admit that demanding a shoe shine was a strange request -- I wasn't generally the type of guy that gave a flying fuck about how shiny my shoes were, and it did feel kind of random. Still, it was the first thing to pop into my head, and I saw no reason to take it back.

"How am I supposed to do that?" she asked in earnest. "I don't exactly carry around shoe polish with me, and I doubt you do either."

"Natalie," I sighed. "While I'd certainly prefer a more professional shoe-shine, we can always use your tongue in a pinch. You've been using it all morning to dig yourself a deeper hole, you may as well put it to use for good for a change. Really, you ought to be thanking me -- as long as we keep your tongue occupied you won't be able to say anything regrettable. On the other hand, I can understand if you'd prefer to get it some rest so that you'll be ready to argue that you shouldn't be convicted because you totally didn't think I'd press charges. It's your choice, really."

Natalie looked like she was about to cry. I couldn't blame her -- what I was asking her to do was truly disgusting, and even more degrading. I should have felt bad for putting her in such a dehumanizing position, but I didn't -- she was my enemy, and I had defeated her. I loved her suffering; I only wanted to gloat further.

Seeing that I wasn't about to change my mind and show some mercy, Natalie dropped down to her hands and knees. Placing her mouth right in front of my left shoe, she slowly stuck her tongue out and gave it a gentle lick. She seemed to instantly regret it; it looked like she was about to vomit. I wasn't sure if it was the shame or just the taste of shoe leather and dust, but I didn't really care.

"You're dangerously close to offending me," I warned her. "You should be eager to please -- you're receiving the honor of licking a superior salesperson's shoe. I expect you to show some enthusiasm and appreciation for what I'm permitting you to do; your look of nausea is completely inappropriate."

"I'm sorry," she growled, before going back to work on my shoe.

Natalie didn't manage to convincingly mask her disgust at what I was forcing her to do, but she did seem to try her best. Bathing my shoe in her tongue she forced an awkward smile while making "Mmm" noises. The experience was borderline comical -- no matter how hard she tried, I could still easily tell that she hated it.

"You know, I think we may have found your calling," I laughed. "Who knows, maybe I won't turn you in at all. Just think, we could start every day like this, with you dropping to your knees and licking my shoes clean like the stupid bitch that you are. It's win-win, really -- I get my shoes clean, you get the opportunity to worship at the feet of a real salesman. Maybe someday my talent might actually rub off on you."

Natalie didn't seem to like my idea, but I think that she knew better than to say anything. Choking back her rage, she continued to slather her tongue over my shoes until they were covered in a thin layer of saliva. Looking up at me, I saw tears slowly streaming down her cheeks.

"Is this good enough?" she asked. "I swear to god, Liam, I'm trying as hard as I can -- please don't call the cops."

"Good enough?" I sneered, looking down at my shoes. "I asked you to shine my shoes; you simply drooled all over them. For fuck's sake, I could have gotten better performance off of a stray dog. What the fuck good are you, anyway?"

"But I did what you told me to!" she protested. "I did my best; I don't know what else I can do!"

"Well that's the problem, now isn't it?" I sighed. "You probably did do your 'best'; your 'best' just happens to be shit. I'm sorry, bitch, but it looks like we can add shoe-shining to the list of things that your tongue is worthless for. I just hope it's better at convincing judges to let felony assault slide."

"Please don't turn me in," she cried. "Give me another chance, I'll do anything!"


Sales and Opportunity



It seemed almost too good to be true, and Terry had to look twice to make sure; but, there, walking with his lead painter past his office door, was the new paint rep he'd heard about.

Brittany.

If his first impression was correct, she was everything he'd been told: pretty, petite, and blonde, with a body just made for the tight white jeans and knit shirt she wore today. Of course, he only got a glance at her as she passed his door, but he was pretty sure it was her. Excusing himself from the conversation he was in with two of his other workers, he headed for the paint shop. "Damn that Frank," he growled to himself. Was he trying to keep her all to himself? Who was in charge, here?

Entering the paint shop, he saw Frank returning to his desk, and the back door just swinging shut.

"Who was that, Frank? Where was she from?"

Frank looked over at him, giving him the usual baleful expression that he had become known for. 

"What...originally?" he asked, then mumbled to himself. "I'm not sure," he said quietly. "Atlanta, maybe..." Frank was a man of few words, and half of those meant next to nothing, but he had an extremely dry sense of humor, and normally Terry would have found something funny in his offhand answer. Not right now, though. He noticed the new ballcap that Frank was wearing, and the folded t-shirt in his hand.

"Dammit, Frank! I meant, was she the new Glidden rep, or what?"

Without waiting for an answer, one that could take another minute to arrive, Terry burst on through the back door, and hollered at the head of blonde hair that was disappearing into the big Suburban.

"Hey! Just a minute!"

He saw her turn to him and she paused, midway through shutting the truck door. Her face, and it WAS cute, wore a puzzled expression, as if she wasn't really used to being accosted in this particular way. She waited to see if he was going to approach her, and as he did, she slid from the seat.

"Can I help you?" she asked, with a VERY southern accent, and Terry was already in love. Her blue eyes held his as he strode up to her, his hand outstretched.

Terry introduced himself as the maintenance supervisor, and told her he was in charge of all buying for the department. Not true, exactly, but close enough, and told with such conviction that the girl immediately warmed to him. "Salespeople! Gotta love 'em," he said to himself.

Especially this one, he decided, as she quickly attempted to sell him on the benefits of using their paint over their competitor's paint, all the while fixing him with her most provocative smile. Turning to retrieve brochures from the plastic file box on the seat, she gave him a chance to really look her over, unnoticed. He observed her trim waist and the way those jeans stretched across her ass, and the enticing way in which her arm pushed one breast against the side of the other as she reached. Her deep tan testified to hours spent at the beach, or in a tanning bed.

"And if you want," she was saying as she turned back to him, "we can look at your...usage of certain finishes. We have it all on computer." Her pause in mid-sentence told him she had noticed his appraisal of her body, and the fact that she continued on with her statement, almost non-stop, told him something else, as did her body language as she handed him the literature. She leaned toward him a bit more than necessary, he thought, and her eyes held his a little longer than recent acquaintances normally would.

Interesting.

She left shortly after, making him promise to call her if she could do anything for him, and he assured her that he would. As he walked back through the paint shop, Frank was watching him with an amused smile on his face. 

"Get any business done, boss?" he asked quietly, and showed his cigarette-stained teeth in a lecherous smile. Terry answered him curtly.

"Nah," he said, slipping her business card into his shirt pocket. "Just checkin' out her ass." 

* * *

He waited almost a week before calling her, and the first thing she said to him was, "Gee, I thought you'd forgotten me." It was delivered in an almost childish tone, with that southern accent spicing it up. He smiled to himself.

"Not likely," he said with a laugh.

He told her he had a problem that might involve some computer paint matching, and she volunteered to meet him at the paint shop door in an hour.

"No good. We go to lunch in half an hour. Why don't you meet me at the Roadhouse Grille out on 41 in the next hour? I'll spring for lunch, if you can make it." He smiled to himself as she readily agreed.

Wondering what she was wearing today occupied the better part of the next hour, and by the time she pulled into the parking lot, he'd been hard for 15 minutes, and was beginning to notice the aching in his cock. "S'bout time," he murmured, as he watched her exit the Suburban. He was not displeased by her appearance. Not at all.

She wore a short black skirt, and a teal tank top with embroidery around the neckline. High heels made her look taller than her real height, which he estimated at somewhat under 5 feet. Her shock of blonde hair was arranged into those 'fuck-me' curls, the kind that made a woman look like she'd just taken on a troop of Hell's Angels, and come out smiling.

"Wow," he said aloud. Mentally he was already removing that skirt and bending her over, imagining a lacy thong splitting those ass cheeks, and barely covering her already-wet snatch. "That's a nice look," he said, as they approached one another. "Did you do that all for me?"

She crinkled her nose at him, her lips pursing together, then, and blew him a kiss. "Yeah, right," she said. Falling in beside him as they crossed the parking lot, she admitted, "I guess I did, actually. I don't get to dress like a real woman too often, so when you called, I stopped by the house and changed." She looked over at him. "Does that flatter you?" she asked abruptly, stopping just outside the door to the restaurant. 

He looked down at her. Her breasts, though not big, were nicely defined, and the tank top and lacy push-up bra showed them off to good advantage. Her waist was small, befitting her tiny stature, and her hips swelled enticingly beneath the tight skirt. He made no secret of his appraisal of her body, and when his eyes met hers again, he could see she was smiling coyly.

"Flatter?" he asked. "No." He smiled. "More like...excite."

He pulled the door open, and held it for her. She hesitated. 

"You know," she said, turning to him again. "We don't have to go in. I live 2 miles from here."

* * *

The trip to her house took no more than ten minutes, and during that time she leaned against the passenger door of his truck, smiling at him and making talking paint. She had on her best 'salesman's face,' he thought, but it didn't bother him. The view she afforded him up her thigh promised to make it all worth it! When they reached her place, he watched as she slid off the seat, and she smiled as she turned to him. "Are you coming?" she asked, knowing he wouldn't miss the double entendre'.

"Close," he said, chuckling and shaking his head. 

As she unlocked the door, she stopped and put her hand on his chest. "I don't just do this," she offered in a solemn voice, looking up at him. Her hand lingered on his chest.

Terry slipped his hands around her waist. He pulled gently, and she slid up against him. He dropped his hands to her ass and wrapped them around her tight globes. "I know," he whispered as he took her mouth with his.

The kiss was short, but intense enough to leave them both breathing hard, and they lurched inside as soon as the door swung open, holding each other possessively. Terry kicked the door shut with his foot, and spun her around, pinning her against the wall as he kissed her. They stayed like that for a good five minutes, getting more passionate as their kisses gave way to gentle nips, and licks along the jaw line. He began to slide toward the floor.

"No," she said, stopping him. "In the other room. I have something I want you to try."

He stood and grabbed her by the waist, picking her up easily and turning toward the back of the apartment. "You drive," he said, burying his face in her neck as he began to walk. She directed him to the door at the end of the hall, laughing as he tickled her skin. When her legs hit the bed he stopped, and slowly lowered her onto her back.

She smiled up at him, her eyes dark and smoky. "Undress for me," she ordered him, and watched as he straightened up.

Terry was no small man, and he took this opportunity to show off for her, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and peeling it back over a chiseled chest. Looking at the tiny girl on the bed excited him, and he was hard and throbbing by the time he unbuckled his belt.

Brittany gazed up at the man lustily as he undressed. He was very muscular, more so than his sedate white shirt would have led her to believe. Her eyes roamed over his body as he bent to remove his shoes and socks, and she felt herself getting wet. To dominate a man his size would be especially sweet. She hoped he would be up for it. She held her breath as he began to unzip his slacks, her eyes intently on him.

When his erect cock came into her view, she gasped. It was the biggest cock she'd ever seen in real life. Perhaps not as long as some she'd experienced, it was the thickness that amazed her. It was easily as thick as her wrist, and criss-crossed with huge blue veins. It stood straight out, as if looking at her, and she could imagine it splitting her slippery lips and forcing itself into her. Her juices flowed freely onto her inner thighs at the thought.

"Your turn," he said, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock and kneading it slowly. 

Unable to take her eyes from it, she merely smiled seductively and reached for the hem of her tank top, pulling it in one motion up and over her head. The lacy bra she wore was a front-clasp type, and she flicked it open easily, revealing a gorgeous pair of breasts. Small but full and round, the pink nipples stood prominently atop their milky white mounds, highlighted by the tanned skin around them. She lay back, smiling.

"Is okay?" she joked, knowing full well the lust he felt. She could see it in his eyes. His hand moved more aggressively on his dick, stroking it from base to tip as he looked down at her. She brought her hands to her own breasts, and began to tease and pull at the nipples. Her pussy was awash in her juices now, and she began to move on the bed, flexing her hips as she watched him stroke himself.

"Terry?" She whispered his name. "Will you eat my pussy now?" she breathed, lowering one hand to pull her skirt upward, revealing her naked cunt. She spread her legs, allowing him to see her glistening wetness. "Please?"

Without a word, he moved to the end of the bed. Sinking to his knees, his hands went to her skirt, and he yanked it up around her waist. Her pussy was lovely: puffy pink lips beneath a thin strip of wispy blonde hair. It was soaking wet in anticipation of his touch. He pushed her legs further apart, a hand gripping the skin just above each knee, and lowered his face to her.

When his breath hit her, Brittany gasped again. His mouth was so close; so warm. She felt him there, pausing to inhale her aroma, and raised her hips to him. Her slick pink lips parted slightly, and she felt his tongue touch them tentatively.

"Oh, god," she breathed.

Terry began to work her pussy. Teasing flicks of his tongue led to long, deep laps up the furrow of her slit, his tongue splitting her labia with its width. At the top, he would pause, nibbling at her clit, until she began to move under him. Then he would begin again. For fifteen or twenty minutes he continued this unbroken string of pleasuring movements, until she was ready to climax from the mere expectation of his torture. Then he changed his routine. Pushing his face between her thighs, he drove his tongue deep inside her, lapping at her inner walls. 

Terry's assault on her pussy had brought Brittany closer and closer to the edge, and when he stabbed his tongue deep into her, she gave herself over to her longings, and allowed herself to orgasm. As she bucked and writhed under his touch, her pussy gushed forth its fluid, and the release was unbelievably good. She couldn't wait to do the same for him.

Terry lapped eagerly at her pussy as she came, his tongue caressing and cleaning her. When she finally slowed to a gasping, whimpering undulation of her hips, he began to slide up her body, his mouth on her skin. Her belly was as smooth and as hard as marble, and he kissed his way up it until he came to her chest. He moved to his left, taking the hard nub of her nipple between his lips, and began to flick it with his tongue while his hand covered the other breast. 

"Yessssss," she whispered urgently, as her body responded to his touch. She arched her back, grinding her breast against his face, and moaned as his fingers kneaded one nipple, while his tongue tortured the other. Terry switched his attention when she began to whimper and beg, taking each hard nipple between his lips in turn, and pleasuring the other with his fingers at the same time. All the while he slid his massive cock along the inside of her leg, back and forth, keeping her aware of the penetration he intended.

Brittany came again and again; little peaks of pleasure highlighted by intense longing for the monster dick so close to her cunt. She thought she might pass out before he finally put it inside her. 

"Please," she gasped, and her voice turned husky. "Fuck me! Fuck me now!"

Terry was all too happy to comply. This little slut had been asking for it ever since he'd met her in the parking lot, and now he'd give it to her! He pushed her leg farther apart with his knee and moved up over her, positioning himself at the entrance to her pussy. His massive cockhead hovered like an angry alien just outside her steamy hole. All it would take to split her apart would be one quick thrust; one intensely pleasurable sinking into her depths!

He waited as she thrust herself upward at him, eager to feel his thickness inside her. "Oh, god," she whimpered, as he barely touched her with his cock. At last he could stand no more. 

Lowering himself forward onto his elbows, he entered her, slowly. He intentionally held his hips high, resting just inside her until she adjusted to his girth, then began to stroke into her. Each gentle thrust of his hips put him deeper inside her, until at last his pubic hair was kissing her own. 

She held herself tensely, savoring the feel of him. My god, he was big! When he bottomed out in her, she could feel the head against her cervix, and it set off a series of little explosions in her belly, that quickly grew in intensity. "Oh...h...h...h... god," she gasped, as the climaxes began to overtake her. "Ohhhhhh...GODDDDD!"

Suddenly he was thrusting into her, aware of her building momentum, and determined to set off an orgasm that neither of them would ever forget. Terry timed his strokes to her groans of pleasure, pounding into her, harder and harder as the minutes passed. They fed off each other's excitement, and they both felt their own release approaching.

As Brittany gave herself over to this previously unknown level of pleasure, her hands grasped at Terry's broad back, leaving red welts where her nails dug into his skin. Her body responding with a surge of passion, she suddenly threw her arms outward, grasping the bed-sheets as the wave of pleasure washed over her. Finally, she screamed...an animal howl of pleasure.

Terry doubled his efforts, his thrusts moving the tiny body back and forth on the bed beneath him. Her ankles locked behind his thighs as he plunged in and out of her grasping cunt, his cock almost leaving her entirely before sinking to its base again. His balls tightened, their contractions imminent.

When at last they yielded their abundant load, he groaned loudly and bucked into her one last time. He held himself motionless as he came, the only movement of his body the tremendous contractions of his exploding dick inside her, and his pounding heart. He filled her cavity completely, his scalding semen erupting up past his slippery cock as he pumped his load into her.

Brittany felt as if she would explode, herself! Her body no longer under her own control, she felt his throbbing member deep inside her as her legs fell apart and her head arched into the mattress beneath her. Her voice had given way to a steady, low moan. For long moments she took his seed, its overheated quantity filling and overflowing her, leaving her breathless and unable to move. Then he began to move again, milking the last few loads from his balls. 

When at last she could function, she slowly wrapped her limbs around the man above her, and her mouth sought his. His slow thrusting stopped, and he pulled her up into him. Their mouths moved across one another's, lips mashing together as tongues sought each other's warmth. They kissed passionately as he rolled onto his back, taking her with him.

"Oh my god, Terry," she gasped, as she felt him slip from her pussy. His cock traced a slimy trail across her thigh, and she suddenly felt so empty. She wanted more, but she wanted it her way, now. Between kisses she spoke.

"Listen, lover," she began. He didn't want to talk; he only wanted to kiss those tender lips. "I want you," she said. More kisses. "...to do something for me." Another kiss, then a grudging reply.

"What is it," he asked, his only thought being back between those tanned little legs; his only desire, to turn her inside out with his dick. He was already getting hard again, and was painfully aware of the head of his cock pressing against the warmth of her leg.

Brittany could feel it, too, and she moved her leg against it. "Mmmmm," she cooed. "You want to be inside me again, don't you?" His moan was the answer she sought. "Well..." She scrambled off him, and slid from the bed. "I want that, too. In time."

Terry watched, taking in the sight of her as she rose to stand beside him. Her skirt was still bunched up around her waist, her hair tousled even more than before. Her body was otherwise bare, and she slid one hand down her belly and over the material of the skirt as the fingers of the other closed around one nipple. She smiled provocatively at him as he watched her pull the nipple outward and up, stretching the breast. He glanced down, and the other hand was between her legs, the fingertips already slick with her juice. He could hear the enticing sound her fingers made as they slid along her sticky labia, forward and back.

"Can we play a game?" she whispered, and closed her eyes momentarily in pleasure. She moaned aloud. When she refocused on him, her tongue was at her upper lip, reminding him of the pleasure that mouth could give him. He smiled.

"Do I get to touch, or just watch you?" he croaked, his throat suddenly dry. He knew she wanted to do something kinky, and was trying to decide if he should relinquish control to her. When her fingers disappeared inside her and she threw her head back in a silent gasp, he decided. His cock leaped at the lusty image before him. He wanted her again, no matter what games he had to play.

She allowed herself a moment to collect her thoughts, and looked him in the eye. "Let me tie you up," she breathed. "And pleasure myself with your body. At my own speed." 

This was an offer too good to refuse, and he simply closed his eyes and outstretched his arms and legs. Brittany saw his acquiessence, and moved eagerly to the foot of the bed, where she bound his ankles together with a silk scarf, and then to the end of the bed. She paused to run one hand up his shin and onto his thigh, and said, "You're gonna love this, so much." His cock twitched straight up as her hand neared it, and she thought, "And so am I, baby!"




Sales and Opportunity



She bound Terry's wrists with separate silk ties, and secured them to the bedposts. Now the big man was hers to control! She paused to survey his body, and felt the flush of power. All those muscles; that gorgeous cock...hers to do with as she pleased!

Terry allowed her to strap him down, confident that he could break free if he needed to, but willing, even anxious, to see what this little hottie had in mind. He watched her face as she gazed at his cock, her mouth half-open, and he knew she'd never been fucked like that before. Even more, he knew she wanted to be fucked like that again, after he'd allowed her to tease him for a while. He groaned at the thought.

Taking his sounds as a sign of resistance, Brittany placed her hands on his shoulders, and pushed them against the mattress. "Easy, lover," she warned. "You don't want to hurt something." She dipped her head, and took his lower lip between her teeth. Biting softly, she felt the skin give, and tasted a drop of Terry's blood on her tongue. She sucked hungrily. "Yeah," she breathed, confident in her control. She reached into the bedside drawer and withdrew a black eye mask, and smiled as she turned to him.

"Just to heighten the sensations," she whispered, as she pulled it over his head and adjusted it over his eyes.

Climbing onto the bed, she turned and straddled Terry's face with her knees. She looked down, watching his face as he attempted to see through the impenetrable fabric. Leaning forward, her hands went to either side of his cock, fingertips playing in his pubic hair. She could feel the throbbing of his dick as it ached for the feel of her mouth on him. Looking under her body, she watched as one long stringer of their mixed cum began to leak from her, growing as it descended ever-so-slowly toward his face.

"Here it comes, Terry. Are you ready for it?" she teased, as she lowered her hips toward him. She was pleased when he opened his mouth, but she pulled her hips away as the stringer stretched too close, letting it drop instead onto his forehead. "That's okay," she said as she lowered herself against his forehead, rubbing her sticky pussy forward and back. "There's plenty more where that came from."

She rubbed herself slowly against him, delighting in the slippery plane she produced, and loving the feeling of his hot face against her tender flesh. Terry arched his neck, but she wouldn't allow his tongue near her box. Not yet. Instead, she humped the top of his head, getting increasingly excited. Her movements were sensuous; almost feline, but her tension built steadily. Her breath soon came in gasps, and she knew she was going to cum again. Her voice was strained.

"Oh, god," she panted. "Yes. Oh, god, yes! Oh, goddddd, YES!" Her climax built quickly, her body tightened, and her movements became more pronounced. She took long, rapid strokes against Terry's glistening forehead, delighting in the feelings his hairline produced against her engorged lips. When her clit touched his skin, she shivered, and suddenly she was cumming.

"Ooooh, GOD!" she cried, and her thighs gripped Terry's head tightly as she settled onto his face. Her cunt was directly over his mouth now, and he stabbed his tongue upward, splitting the tender folds. As he began to lick, he felt her release, and his tongue was coated with warm, salty-sweet fluid. Her cries were muffled by the pressure of her legs against his ears, but he felt the shaking of her body, and tugged frantically against the ties around his wrists. He wanted to pull her tightly against his mouth; to bathe her sopping cunt with his tongue, but the silk was stronger than he had thought, and he had to be content to let her use his face as she would.

Brittany gripped Terry's cock tightly in her hand as the orgasm washed over her. Her head whipped left and right, her hair teasing the throbbing head as she came. When at last she began to regain control of her body, she remembered the monster in her grip. She slipped her mouth around the bulbous head, even as she fought to pull more air into her lungs.

Precum. She loved that taste! It smeared across her tongue as she enclosed his cock with her mouth. Both moaned their pleasure aloud as she sucked hungrily at the swollen head, and he thrust upward, wanting more of his meat in her mouth. He was under her control, though, and she pulled her head back as he stabbed upward at her. Holding the base of his cock in both tiny hands, she swiped her tongue back and forth across the glans, exciting him even more. He shook in frustration beneath her, testing the sheer strength of those silken bonds. The pussy at his mouth was forgotten, for the moment.

When she thought his desire was at it's zenith, Brittany wrapped her mouth around the head of his cock again. Her lips stretched to the point of cracking, she worked her mouth slowly down his shaft, taking as much of it as she could. When it touched the back of her throat, she stopped, stifling a gag. Her tongue began to move against the swollen skin.

"Ah, yeahhhh," he breathed, as she worked the dick inside her mouth. Craning his neck upward, he touched her clit with the tip of his tongue. Brittany responded by bringing her knees forward, resting them on his arms. She couldn't take any more stimulation right now. Raising her hips and depriving him of the taste of her pussy, she slid her mouth up and down on his throbbing member, sucking greedily. She wanted to feel him cum in her mouth, but not yet. Not until she decided it was time.

Terry groaned. The sensations of her lips around his cock were almost unbearable, and he wanted to fill that golden throat with his sticky-sweet load. He concentrated on the sensations he was receiving, and soon he could feel the tightness in his balls. 

She felt it, too, as he strained toward his climax. Stopping in mid-stroke, she pulled her mouth from him. Gripping his cock tightly at the base, she held her hand motionless on his shaft. He was so close, she knew, that if she jacked her hand over him one time, he'd explode. His hips pistoned up and down against the mattress, but with no friction against the sensitive skin, his excitement soon waned. Not so his erection, however, and she knew how to keep him hard. Reaching into the bedside drawer again, she slid a thick rubber ring over the head of his cock and rolled it down to the base of the throbbing muscle. 

"Not yet," she cooed. "Not just...yet!" With that, she took him in her mouth again, and relished the knowledge that he was soon to be building toward his release again; a release only she could control. 

Brittany's talented mouth had Terry approaching climax many more times in the next hour, but each time she withheld his release from him, preferring instead to watch his lust and frustration build. Only occasionally did she allow her sensitive cunt to rest against his mouth, and he would quickly bring her off each time, so heightened was her sexual need, from teasing him.

"This is so unfair," she would tell him each time, smiling at his discomfort. He could only groan his agreement, and wait for the feel of her mouth on him again. His balls were aching. Finally she decided to give him the release he so badly needed. Besides, she was hungry for the taste of his cum, so long withheld. She slowly lowered her cunt to his mouth again, and smiled as his tongue spread her labia once more. His warm breath on her pussy sent shivers of pleasure through her body, and she slowly humped his face as she spoke.

"Are you ready, lover?" she asked. "Ready to fill my little mouth?" Her hand paused in mid-stroke, and Terry bucked in a futile effort to continue his pleasure. He was so close! She jacked him once more, and he groaned loudly. "My throat?" she teased, running her hand slowly up and then back down the length of his cock. "Got something for me? Hmmmm?" Terry groaned again, and she laughed out loud.

"My, you're just ready to burst, aren't you? Make me cum," she suddenly growled, and felt his lips close around her clit. Her climax loomed, approaching quickly. 

Brittany lowered her mouth to his dick. The head was swollen and purple, the skin stretched as tightly as an artist's canvas. As his mouth worked away on her clit, she returned the pleasure, nibbling him gently as she rolled the restraining rubber ring back up the length of his shaft. She knew his cum would follow shortly, his orgasm heightened by the release of pressure on his cock.

Once she had freed him of the ring, she wrapped her lips around his shaft and began to work her mouth vigorously up and down. Suddenly her own orgasm was upon her. Her concentration gone, she sucked frantically at his cock as the tremors coursed through her, and he pumped gratefully up into her mouth, eager for release. When her middle finger pushed its way past his sphincter, he lost it.

"Aaauuurrrggghhh!" he groaned, as his painfully-denied organ issued the first of it's boiling load. It felt as if his entire body were draining through his dick, and the velocity took even Brittany by surprise. It hit the back of her throat with a mighty splash, and she gagged reflexively. The next surge she was prepared for, and she swallowed quickly, before her mouth was overflowing. She was determined to master this erupting tool; to draw from it every drop of potent fluid. She began to suck, and as the beast convulsed in her mouth, she drank hungrily.

Terry felt as if every nerve in his body was alive. The finger in his ass wiggled deeper, the mouth on his cock seemed determined to pull him inside out, and his own desire pushed him to new heights of pleasure. Straining against his bonds, he could only ride it out, as his world exploded into flashing lights and tingling nerves. At last, he was drained.

As he collapsed back into the mattress, Brittany continued to suck at him, even as his erection began to finally subside. His cock muscles felt incapable of sustaining him any longer, after their prolonged period of excitement, and he sighed heavily.

"Jesus Christ, girl!" he panted. "You're gonna kill me!"

Brittany smiled as she watched his now-flaccid cock, its bulk still begging her attention. She wrapped one hand around it and began to slide the rubber ring over the head once more. It was already responding to her touch. She slid off him to stand beside the bed. Looking around, her gaze settled on the assortment of devices behind the door. 

"Oh, no," she said, her voice a smoky whisper. "I've got a better idea!"



Sales Call



We had been talking online for quite sometime, almost a year. You knew that I was married, what city and where I worked. There was little that we didn't know about each other. Our trust grew as time went on. 

We chatted about many things from current events to family life to our fantasized sensual desires. Many times we wished to be able to come through the phone wire to the others location to make those desires come true. 

Our phone conversations were few and far between. When we did talk we were laying in bed in the dark, our hands touching ourselves as we slipped into an erotic dream coming from the others voice on the line. The moans, the need in the others voice as we spoke and finally the release that we wanted...but wishing it was at the hand of the other. Then laying there listening to each other breathe. It was as if you were lying next to me instead of many miles away. It's always so hard to hang up the phone. 

Once in a while you would call me at work and see how my day is going. What a nice break in my day. One day you called and asked about my day and what I was doing at lunch. I said it was the same old boring day and that I was going out for lunch. You said you had to go and that you would see me soon. I thought that was a figure of speech. Wrong! 

The front desk buzzed me and said I had a salesperson in the lobby. I said that was fine, send them back to my office. In walked this active woman beaming a very big smile. I stood and said Hi, I'm Anthony. As I looked up, the face seems very familiar to me. You said "I know" smiling. You could see the realization on my face that I was puzzled.. that something was up. You were almost laughing and said I'm...I said yes I know and smiled. I reach for the door and closed it. Then we kissed. 

Your hand pulls open your trench coat to reveal a white lace crop top, a garter and stockings with heels. You asked me if I thought this was appropriate business wear. I said, "Yes". We kissed and fondled each other. Seems to me that this was a fantasy of ours. You said, "Really, I don't remember" with a sly grin. 

I closed my blinds and let you sit on my desk. You let your coat drop back revealing such a sensual sight. I put your feet on the arms of my chair and moved in closer. I let my face hover over your mound to inhale your musk. Then I had to taste you, my tongue dipped between your lips sampling your wetness. 

MMM the taste and smell were incredible. The softness of your lips and your hard clit as my tongue move over them was exquisite. I feel you fingers in my hair pushing down on me. We both know we must be very quiet so as not to be heard. I can hear your breathing quicken and your body reacting to my efforts to please you. My face is covered with your juices. 

I feel your legs go over my shoulders as you lean back. Sometimes you are watching me feast and others you are lost in pleasure. I feel you muscles start to contract and your body shakes. I could see that you were trying hard to be quiet as you came into my mouth. I sucked the your juices out of you. So wet and tasty. Finally you hugged your body around my head. Your breathing in my ear tells me all. 

You slide off the desk and kneel before me as I sit in my chair. Unzipping my pants you look possessed, wanting what is in there. You free my cock ohhhh babe that feels so good. Smiling as you look at me you lick the precum that drips from the tip. You say you love my shaven cock and balls as you caress me. Your hand moves up and down my shaft as you suck the tip. I move my hips forward giving you more room. My head is back; I am trying not to moan. 

I see you fingering yourself as you suck me. Then you take your well-lubed finger and slide it up my ass. I almost come out of my chair. I feel you mouth take me in deep as you go down on me. My body trusts forward and I shot my cum into your mouth. I hear you sucking it down. I am almost panting as you clean me up. You stand up and slip your coat on. Leaning over me you kiss me deeply sharing my cum with me mmmm. 

Nice doing business with you Mr. Brown, here is a key to my room in town. I will be there whenever you leave work today. You leave and I watch the clock to see that it doesn't seem that I am following you out. Twenty minutes later I am drive across town to meet with my new sales rep again.



Sales Call



I'm sitting at my desk waiting for my 2pm appointment to arrive. Man, do I hate these sales calls. Especially when I'm swamped with all kinds of work. Maybe this little break will help me through the rest of the day. Phone calls, faxes, emails, the paperwork is all piling up. The receptionist buzzes me and tells me my appointment is here. I thank her and tell her I will be right out. As I get up from my desk and walk in the lobby I start to think about what kind of salesman I'll have to deal with. 

I turned the corner and almost tripped over my own feet. Standing in front of me was one of the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. Long flowing red hair, wonderful emerald green eyes, and WOW! What a killer body!!! The dark blue pinstriped business suit that she wore really showed it off too. MAN! Look at those legs. They seemed to go on forever.......

Trying to somewhat cool about the whole situation, I smiled, extended my hand, and introduced myself.

"Hello. My name is Jack."

"Hi. My name is Kirsten. Mr. Jameson could not make it today. He sent me in his place. He made it sound like this could be a very important sale."

"Yes it very well could be. Why don't we head back to my office see what we can hammer out."

As we walked back to my office we engaged in the usual small talk. Weather, news, the usual stuff. Both trying to get a feel for each other I guess. And boy did she have something that I would love to get a hold of. We entered my somewhat small and cramped office. I offered her a chair and something to drink. She said no thank you that she was somewhat nervous as this was her first important sales call. We shared some background history of each other's careers. The whole time she was talking I could not help but stare at those beautiful legs of hers. So long and slightly muscular. A jogger perhaps? I will have to say this, my day definitely did pick up from here on out!! After telling each other our life stories we decided it was time we got down to business. I didn't need to hear any of this. My mind was already made up. This babe was getting the sale no matter what. But she didn't know that. So I let her go on with her pitch. Explaining everything more than it needed to be. After an hour and a half of proposals and counters, a deal was struck. I hated to see her leave. But she had some more sales calls to make. I hope my disappoint didn't show. At least not too much. I walked her to the door and thanked her for everything. I retired back to my office to try and get some stuff done before the end of the day. 

It was about 15 minutes before the end of the day when I received a phone call. Great. Just what I need. Another pushy salesman. I sat there contemplating whether or not to take the call. Maybe I could just tell them to take a message for me. I decided to take it and am I glad that I did.

I picked up the receiver and said, "Hello"

"Hi Jack this Kirsten. I had the craziest idea just now. I am going to be in town overnight and I thought we could celebrate our deal over dinner. What do you think?"

What did I think? I felt like I just won the lottery. 

"I can do that. It's a date. What time would you like to meet?"

"Well, I don't know this area all that well. I was wondering if you could pick me up at my hotel. I'm staying at The Windsor Inn."

Sure I can do that. What room are you in?"

"456" she said.

"Great. Pick you up at 8?"

"Works for me. See you then!! Bye."

I hung up the phone and I must have had the biggest smile anyone has ever seen on my face. How often do I get a chance to share a meal with a beautiful woman in public? No many is the answer. I rushed home to clean up. After making sure everything was about as good as it was going to get, I headed to my car. I made to 30-minute drive to the hotel in about 15. Needless to say I was a little excited. I entered the hotel and took the elevator to the 4th floor. After wandering around aimlessly I finally found room 456. I knocked on the door and waiting anxiously for the gorgeous redhead to open the door. I couldn't wait to see what she looked like now.

Kirsten opened the door and I think my jaw hit the floor. She was wearing next to nothing!! I must have died and gone to heaven.

"Why don't you come in."

I stood there for what seemed like an eternity. "Come on. I don't bite hard. At least not right away I don't."

What the hell was going on? As she closed the door behind me a million thoughts were racing through my mind. And she answered them all with her next statement.

"I thought since this was such a huge deal for both of our companies that we should celebrate the right way. When we were in your office today I saw you looking at my body. You were probably wondering what I looked like under my business suit. Well here you go!!"

She danced around a little so I could see every inch and every curve of hers. she reached behind herself and undid the clasp of her bra. Slowly she let it slide down her arms revealing her very luscious breasts. Slowly she ran her fingers across her nipples to make them erect. she then lifted one of them to her mouth and sucked on it gently. I was getting so excited I thought the zipper on my pants was going to burst. she slowly made her way towards me. when she was right in front of me she leaned over so that her breasts were right on my face. It took all I had not to reach out and touch them, fondle them, suck them. They were so beautiful. Suddenly she spoke. "I thought since I did something for you this afternoon for your company that you could return the favor and do something for me. I want you to suck my wet pussy. It's been so long since I've been with someone. I need to have my pussy licked right now. Will you do that for me?"

She didn't have to ask twice. I grabbed her gently and set her down on the bed. I removed my clothing and crawled between those beautiful things I thought about all afternoon. I slid my thumbs under her thong panties and slid them down her legs and off onto the floor. I sat there for a moment admired what was in front of me. Here was a beautiful woman with a killer body asking me to pleasure her. And I was more than wiling to accommodate her. I begin slowly kissing the inside of her thighs. Moving closer and closer to her hot wet pussy. I could feel the heat coming from it. And it was soaking wet. I have never seem anything like it. And I wanted to taste her sweet nectar. I wanted it all. I wanted to feel her sweet juices flowing down my throat. I moved closer and closer to her wet pussy. I slowly slid my tongue between her swollen lips, moving it up and down. Kirsten shuttered as my tongue hit her pussy. Oh how she longed for this again. As Jack moved his tongue up and down more rapidly, she could feel herself getting more excited and more hot and wet. Jack could sense this and decide to go for broke. He slid his tongue in a little farther. then a little more. and a little more. Until his face was buried right in her wet pussy. It felt so good to feel her wetness all around him. But he wanted more. He began to move his tongue in and out of her pussy. Slowly at first. in and out. moving it up and down at the same time. He wanted to taste all of her. He moved his tongue in circles so he could lick every inch of her hot pussy. She was getting more and more excited. Her moaning was getting louder and louder. God how she loved this. And Jack loved it as well. But he still wanted more of her. He decides to focus on her clit to put her over the edge. He moves his tongue to her hard clit. Moved his tongue around it slowly. Circling it. He began to flick his tongue at the tip of it. slowly at first. Then faster and faster. Kirsten was screaming now. She was about to cum. And Jack knew it. At the right time, Jack took her clit in his mouth and began to suck on it gently and nibbling on it softly. This sent Kirsten over the edge. She screamed and moaned like no tomorrow. She clamped her thighs around Jack's head so he could not get away. Jack could feel her juices and her cum flowing from her like a river. He wanted it. He wanted all of it. He began to lick it all up. Off her outer lips, her thighs, from inside of her. He wanted it all and he wanted more. 

After coming down form the most amazing and incredible orgasms that she has ever had, Kirsten wanted more as well. "Fuck me Jack. Fuck me hard. I want it and I want it now. Fuck me with that big cock of yours. Fuck me like you have never fucked anyone in your life. After that licking you gave me I am putty in your hands."

Jack could do nothing but smile. He climbed up on the bed and between her thighs. He aimed his big cock and her wet, hot, swollen pussy. He wanted to be inside of her. He wanted to feel the wetness and warmth around his dick. Slowly he began to insert his cock inside of her. Slowly, so she could feel it all. Feel it filling her up. God he is so big though Kirsten. It felt so good. She wanted more of him. She wanted all of him inside of her. And Jack wanted to give her it all. Slowly sliding his dick into her hot pussy until all of it was inside of her. He waited for her to adjust to him being inside of her. When he felt she was ready he began to slide his cock in and out of her hot wet pussy. In and out.....slowly. Steadily increasing the pace. Faster. Faster. Deeper. Harder. Jack was pounding her sweet pussy with all he had. Kirsten was loving it. She was moaning and screaming for more. "Fuck me harder Jack! Fuck me deeper! I want all of your huge dick inside of me!!" Jack could feel Kirsten's pussy getting even more wet that it was before. It felt wonderful around his cock. Kirsten was close to her second, or was it her third, or her forth orgasm? She could remember anymore. Each one was more intense that the previous one. She screamed and moaned and shook like never before as the next one hit. Jack sat back to watch her enjoying the last few moments of her last orgasm. she looked so beautiful in her throws of passion. But Kirsten wasn't done. She wanted more. She wanted Jack's cum. She wanted to taste it. she loved cum. And she wanted Jack's.

Kirsten got off the bed and walked to the foot of it so she was right on front of Jack. Without saying a word, Kirsten fell to her knees and took Jack's huge cock in her mouth. She could taste her own juices and cum on it. she loved how she tasted. But she wanted to taste Jack's cum even more. She wanted it. She needed it. She began moving her mouth all around the head of his cock. Circling it with her tongue. Moving her tongue up and down the shaft of his huge member. she sucked and licked on his balls. Taking each one in her mouth. Sucking gently on it as not to cause any pain. Then back up the shaft. Licking and kissing it as she moved closer to the head. She then took all of him in her mouth. All that she could but she wanted it all. She opened wider and could feel Jack's cock hitting the back of her throat. Jack was in heaven. He was loving every minute of it. Kirsten began moving here mouth up and down over his cock. Slowly at first then increasing the pace. Faster and faster. He was fucking her mouth and she loved it. Jack knew he was very close to orgasm. He couldn't take much more of her amazing cock sucking. 

"Oh God! I'm cumming" yelled Jack.

Kirsten could feel the jets of Jack's cum hit her throat. she wanted to savor it. She wanted more as spurt after spurt of Jack's hot cum landed on her tongue. Finally when Jack was spent she swallowed all of his love juice. She sucked his cock for every last drop of it. Both of them were spent. It was the most amazing sex for both of them. As they both laid back the looked at each other and smiled. Jack took her in his arms and held her close. He didn't want to ever let her go. Kirsten asks, "What time is it?"

Jack looks at his watch and says, "It's about 9:30. Still want to get something to eat?"

Kirsten looks at him with a twinkle in her eye and says, "Why don't we order room service. I saw this cute little blonde maid earlier today. Maybe we can get her to bring it to the room and have her for dessert?"



Sales Call



I had to make a sales call and see a client. I had to assess something on their site but needed to attend the front office first. 

I went to the office and met my client's daughter. She was a very pretty young lady with a gymnast's body, very tight and toned. She had a satin and lace top with a bolero-type jacket and matching short, tight skirt. 

She was sitting behind the front counter at first and I was just flirting with her. She asked who I had to see and I gave her my client's name. She said that he was her dad and she would get him. 

She pushed her chair away from the desk and I caught a glimpse of her fuchsia-coloured lace knickers as her skirt rode up. She got up and I could only stare at her muscular thighs and round ass. She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled as she caught me staring. I didn't care. I just smiled back. She came back a minute later and said her dad was on the phone and would be with me shortly.

I told her that I don't mind waiting. She grinned knowingly and sat down but didn't pull her chair back in. Her skirt rode up again but she didn't adjust it at all. She asked what I was looking at before and I told her that I was admiring her ass and legs. She laughed and said at least I was honest.

I asked her how she got her delicious figure and she said that she was a gymnast but hasn't done it for a year. I said that she looks fantastic and asked if she is still just as flexible. She said that she was and spread her legs out wide, her skirt riding up to her hips, her lacey knickers on display. She undid the buttons on her short jacket and I could see her nipples poking the thin material. She asked if that was flexible enough and I said it was and that I was having trouble tearing my eyes off her body.

She asked what I was looking at and with that she rubbed her hard nipples on her small perky tits with her fingertips and they stood up even more. She let her hand glide down her stomach to her thigh where she stroked up it to her pussy, rubbing it in circles and biting her bottom lip as she moaned lightly. 

I said I was looking at the whole package and how I wanted to put my mouth where her hands were and see how she tasted. She said I was naughty but she liked that.

She pinched her nipple and whimpered a little as she licked her finger and slid it up her spread thigh again, but she slipped it under the delicate fabric of her knickers this time. I could see that she was completely hairless down there and saw the outline of her fingers circling the entrance to her love tunnel before she started teasing her clit.

She asked if I really wanted to taste her and I said I did, and indicated to my rock hard cock in my pants creating a sizeable tent. She licked her lips lasciviously and beckoned for me to come around to her side of the desk. 

I did so eagerly and she told me that she had been horny all week and played with herself under the desk, wanting someone to be bold enough to play with her.

She picked up a pen off her desk and looking me in the eye held it out and deliberately dropped it on the floor between her taut thighs.

I slowly went down, my face coming close to hers and she stuck her tongue out and I flicked it with my own as I continued my descent.

As I passed her small breasts I flicked the tip of my tongue over one long nipple and heard her gasp. I wandered over to the other breast while my hands stroked her inner thighs, feeling her resisting as my hands worked inwards, biting on her nipple softly and hearing her whisper, "Fuck, that feels so good!" 

I took that as my cue and dropped down further to my knees and pulled her panties to the side before I looked up into her pretty, lust-clouded eyes and told her to keep an eye out for her dad as I will be busy.

She whispered hoarsely to me, "I'll do that, you just eat my pussy."

With that she closed her thighs on either side of my head and with her powerful calves pulled me in to her fragrant womanhood. I was ready for it and as she pulled me in and tilted her hips up, I stuck my tongue out, penetrating her tight pussy. She squealed a bit and I glanced up and saw her looking towards her dad's office as she pulled on her own nipples through the satin.

I tongue-fucked her fast, my tongue darting in and out and I heard her whispering, "That's right, fuck my hot little cunt with that long tongue!" 

She was so hot and her legs were clamping tighter as I could sense her pleasure building more and more. I probed into her wet pussy with my tongue and she grabbed the back of my head with one hand. I withdrew my tongue slowly and circled her opening with the tip of my tongue lightly and she circled her hips in time.

I licked slowly up towards her waiting swollen clit. I looked up at her face, her teeth bared as she furtively glanced towards her father's office and back at me. Seeing me looking up at her, she whispered, "Lick and suck my clit! Make me cum!Lick it like this..." 

She pulled her satin/lace top down and with her long, slender tongue, licked her erect nipple. I brushed the tip of my tongue over her clit and she whimpered with anticipation. I enclosed her pussy with my mouth and sucked her clit in between my lips, humming on it.

I could sense her spasming slightly so thought I would let her cum nice and hard. I slid one, and then two fingers into her tight cunt and I could feel her muscles clamping onto my fingers as she moaned. I loved that she was being so vocal.

I then licked hard and fast on her clit, pushing hard against her with my tongue as her legs held me tighter and she groaned quietly between her clenched teeth.

I finger-fucked her, focusing on her G-spot and that sent her over the edge as she pinched her nipples, threw her head back and rocked wildly in her office chair. 

She pushed me away from her pussy but grabbing my shirt pulled me up and kissed me passionately and feverishly, her tongue exploring my mouth, her hand sliding down to rub my rigid dick through my pants. 

She started unzipping me and broke the kiss and said that she hadn't cum like that since her girlfriend ate her pussy last month. I asked who her girlfriend was and if she would be upset. She said that they both like cock as much as pussy and that she would want to lick her girlfriends pussy juice off my hard dick. 

We both then jumped as we heard her dad call out, asking who was here to see him. She pushed me down and I quickly wiped my mouth and tried to adjust myself. 

I heard her dad say, "What's happening here?" He voiced his concern in a suspicious tone.

I stood up quickly with the pen which I handed to my horny friend. She said thankyou, her face red as she tried not to laugh. 

I said, "I couldn't very well have the young lady on her knees to get her pen, can I?" 

He told me that women don't want guys crawling around for them anymore and his daughter can pick up her own pens. He said to follow him as he walked out of the office. I filled in the visitors register as his daughter whispered to me that she would have me on my knees again in a flash and she would love to return the favour. She reached down and rubbed my still-erect cock again. 

I gave her a kiss again, our tongues dancing before I told her that I would have to visit again. I was about to bolt out of the door when I saw another young lady coming in so I held the door open for her and she said thankyou politely. 

I was just closing the door when I looked back through the glass and saw the young lady go up to my yummy friend and kiss her on the mouth, and then I saw her look surpised and ask something and my friend pointed at me and they both giggled and kissed again, open mouth for my benefit. I'm looking forward to my next visit.



Sales Ch. 02



Wednesday hadn't just been a good day; it had been a great day. Conquering Natalie filled me with a sense of confidence and strength that lasted for the rest of the day. My customers responded well to it; I was closing deals left and right. I felt like I was on top of the world.

Natalie didn't fare quite as well, of course. The semen on her face was barely noticeable and no one could see "LIAM'S WHORE" written on her chest through her shirt, but I'm sure she was painfully aware of their presence. She managed to close a handful of deals, but knowing that she had been defeated was clearly gnawing away at her.

At the end of the day I scanned our respective numbers. Frustratingly she was still ahead of me, though I had gone a way towards closing the gap. If Thursday went the same way I'd surely overtake her. Clocking out, I went home to get some sleep -- I would need to be rested to be at my best.

Sleep didn't come easily, though. I tossed and turned for hours while playing out the day's events in my head. I couldn't believe that I had done the things that I had done, and I couldn't believe that I had gotten away with them. I regretted nothing, but it was difficult to realize how much things had changed.

It was tremendously screwed up, but a large part of my reality had been an understanding that Natalie was my hated enemy. So much of what I did at work was driven by the desire to finally defeat her and prove that she wasn't better than me. After Wednesday, that reality just didn't make sense -- she was no longer my rival, she was my bitch. It was an awesome change, but I was struggling to wrap my brain around it.

The most confusing part was how I felt about Natalie. Previous to Wednesday it was easy to hate her -- she was always above me, always rubbing it in my face. That dynamic made no sense anymore, and I found it increasingly difficult to hate her. Without the desire to finally overcome her, I was beginning to realize that I actually kind of liked her.

Sure, she had spent the last couple of years going out of her way to fuck with me, but I had done the same to her. In a way, I almost respected her for her constant tormenting of me -- if I were honest, I'd probably have done the same if I was in her position. Still, adjusting to the idea that I liked my former arch-enemy was a bit difficult.

I awoke Thursday morning feeling exhausted. Glancing at my alarm clock I saw it was already 9:00 -- apparently I wasn't just too distracted to sleep, I was too distracted to remember to set my alarm. Hopping out of bed I took a quick shower and began the drive to work.

I arrived around 10:00, two full hours late. Fortunately, it didn't seem that I had missed anything -- aside from Natalie's and Dave's cars, the parking lot was empty. Management might not be happy when they went over the time cards, but after my sales performance the previous day I wasn't too worried. I briefly checked my appearance in my rear view mirror before heading in to work. Entering through the front door I found Dave and Natalie relaxing by the front counter.

I never cared for Dave. We got along fine professionally, but there was something about his personality that had always made me want to avoid him. Dave was the kind of guy who followed every single rule and habitually looked down on those who didn't, a perpetual gossip, and a bit of a sycophant -- none of which exactly meshed well with my personality. We weren't enemies, but we were hardly friends.

Seeing Dave standing there on that Thursday morning irritated me even more than normal. I desperately wanted to torment Natalie and reinforce our new power dynamic, but I wasn't crazy about making our relationship public knowledge. If Dave suspected anything was up I could be certain that the rest of the store would soon know as well, and I had no desire for that to happen. Even if I managed to avoid getting into any trouble for what I had done, which was extremely unlikely, I liked the idea of keeping things secret. There was a lot going on in my head, and I didn't need the added variables that public knowledge would bring. Clocking in, I racked my brain for ways that I could remove him from the equation.

The sad fact was that there really wasn't anything that I could do to get some alone time with Natalie without raising his suspicion. Like the rest of the store, Dave knew that we hated each other. Even standing close to her would seem abnormal. Accepting that I would just have to be patient I took my place at the counter, hoping for customers to distract myself with.

Being patient was difficult. I found myself wondering obsessively if the phrase "LIAM'S WHORE" still appeared on Natalie's chest. I wasn't even sure if I wanted it to still be there or not. The idea of her degrading herself by tracing such a dehumanizing thing on her own chest was extremely appealing, but so was the idea of punishing her for disobedience. Doing my best to hide my frustration, I leaned back against the counter and began tapping my foot on the tile floor, impatiently waiting for a customer.

An hour had passed before an elderly customer walked into the store. I reacted slowly, having been lost in my own mind at the time, and Dave managed to greet him before I got a chance to. Initially irritated, I quickly realized that this wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Dave would be paying attention to the customer, not to Natalie and myself. He'd still be able to see us, of course, so it wasn't like I'd be able to bend her over the counter and fuck her brains out; but I'd be able to at least talk to her without him noticing.

Dave greeted the customer and launched immediately into his sales process. The process was designed to look completely casual, but was actually a carefully designed routine meant to build rapport with the customer and determine what exactly he was looking for. It was painfully dull to watch, and my burning desire to get alone with Natalie was doing nothing to help my patience. Tapping my foot, I waited impetuously for him to reach the point where he'd move away from the counter to show the customer some products.

Eventually, Dave finally felt he had a solid enough understanding of what the customer was looking for and led him away from the counter. The store's layout was open, so I'd still have to act carefully -- Dave would be able to see me at any time, though I could count on his focus being elsewhere. It wasn't exactly what I wanted, but it would have to do.

Keeping my motions calm and fluid I took a few steps towards Natalie, stopping several feet away from her so as not to appear too suspicious. I figured that from that distance she'd be able to hear me even if I kept my voice low, and if Dave happened to glance over we'd still be far enough that he wouldn't suspect anything. Leaning back against the counter I kept my eyes on Dave, waiting for him to appear sufficiently distracted.

"I was wondering how long it would take you to grow the balls you need to approach," Natalie stated, keeping her voice low and her eyes straight ahead.

Her comment irritated me, but I kept my cool. She wasn't an idiot; she must have known why I didn't approach her with Dave present. Furthermore, she probably wanted to keep what had happened the day before secret just as badly as I did, even if it was for different reasons. She was most likely just looking for a way to insult me and regain some face after how I had humiliated her on Wednesday.

"So, you've spent the entire morning thinking about my balls?" I retorted. "You worry too much, bitch. My balls are just fine, and I'll happily demonstrate that fact to you later today."

"The funny thing to me is that you probably believe that," she replied. "Yesterday was a one-time thing, and it will never, never happen again. Hope you enjoyed it; there will be no encore performance."

"You sound rather confident," I admitted. "I think I like that, actually -- it's almost becoming. Of course, you'd have to be a moron to actually believe the things you're saying, so you lose points there. Pretty much a wash, when all is said and done."

"Oh, come the fuck on," she chuckled. "You really think I believe for one second that you're going to rape me again with Dave here? Yeah, I am confident, and I'd say I have every reason to be. Face it, Liam, you haven't won and you're not going to."

"I disagree," I argued. "Actually, I think the fact that you feel compelled to hide behind a brown-nosing douchebag like Dave says that I've already won. Unfortunately, once again you're showing more confidence than intelligence, bitch -- do you think I'm the slightest bit intimidated by a weasel like him? Please, I could probably take him down with even less effort than I'd need to take you down."

"Interesting solution," she sighed. "You'll just beat him into submission and then have your way with me like the caveman your intellect suggests you to be. You may be physically capable of pulling that off, Liam, but I'd remind you that we live in a society of law. Even you aren't stupid enough to not realize the consequences of doing shit like that."

"Probably true," I ceded, "but it's hardly relevant. You're only safe when there are witnesses present -- all I have to do is get you alone. Speaking of which, you'll be taking your lunch break at 1:00 today. You'll go to the shopping center down the street, and you'll wait in your car."

"Will I, now?" she laughed. "I'm curious, Liam -- what happens when I absolutely don't do anything remotely like that? Are you going to stomp your feet and throw a little temper tantrum because you didn't get your way? If you do, please let me know ahead of time. I'd love to see that; I'm sure it will be adorable."

"You know, I could answer that," I replied. "I could make up some elaborate and specific punishment to ensure that you truly understand how important it is that you obey my commands like a good little bitch. I could actually truly drive home the point that if you rebel against me here, you'll regret it -- but I won't."

"Why not, pussy?" she sneered. "Can't come up with anything, or just too afraid?"

"Too apathetic, really," I shrugged. "There's no need to make up a punishment, because there's no chance that you will disobey. You can tell yourself that it's because you're just curious, or because you know I'd punish you in some horrific and terrible manner, or even because you think you might be able to turn the tables on me and get some revenge -- I don't really care. I may not know how you'll justify it to yourself but in the end, I know you'll be there like a good little bitch. I need not waste my breath making silly little threats over things that won't happen."

Glancing over at Natalie I saw that my response had had the desired effect. Though she tried to hide it, she was clearly flustered. It looked as though she were searching for something to say back to me, but couldn't think of anything that would work. I had her exactly where I liked her.

"Anyway, you've got a few hours before 1:00. You can spend them pretending that you're struggling over whether or not to go, or imagining the horrible things that I'll be doing to you when you do. If you'd prefer, you can even convince yourself that you're really not going; only to break down at the last moment and obey me. I really don't care one way or the other, but I still need to check last month's tickets -- you never know when some scumbag is going to try to steal a sale, you know? If anyone needs me I'll be in the back."

Having said my piece I headed for the back room, struggling not to look back to see her reaction. The line about checking my receipts was bullshit -- it was something that I probably should do at some point, but it was hardly the reason for my exit. I wanted desperately to tear Natalie's clothes off and bend her over the counter, and while I knew I had the self-control to restrain myself from such behavior I didn't want to risk tipping her off to how much I wanted her with my body language.

Logging into the computer I went through the motions of checking receipts. I tried to tune out everything and just focus on the green letters and numbers on the screen, but it was futile. I spent minutes on each receipt instead of seconds, and if there was anything to miss then I'm sure I missed it. After wasting half an hour, I pocketed a permanent marker that was lying on the desk and went back out to the front.

Both Natalie and Dave were with customers. This was probably a good thing -- I had no desire to speak with Dave, and I didn't trust myself to keep cool around Natalie. Tapping my foot, I waited impatiently until a customer came in.

I spoke with two customers that morning and failed miserably both times. I still had my confidence from the day before, but my focus was shit. As much as I tried to focus on their needs, I just couldn't take my mind off of Natalie. I obsessed over what I was going to do to her -- both that day and in a more long term sense. I frequently glanced at the clock on the wall, wanting it to be 1:00 already. In general, I left the customers thinking that I really didn't give a flying fuck about them, which was probably accurate.

More coworkers arrived around noon, though I barely noticed. My thoughts were exclusively on her; everything else was irrelevant information that could only irritate me. Repeatedly glancing at the clock, I made it until 12:50 before I could stand waiting no longer. Clocking out for lunch I jumped in my car and drove to the parking lot down the street; eager to get away before anyone noticed how strangely I was behaving.

Pulling into the parking lot, I parked on the outside edge so that I'd be able to see the cars as they entered. After applying the parking brake and removing my keys from the ignition I took a deep breath and tried to focus. I wanted to be calm and composed when she arrived, but that clearly wasn't going to happen. I had far too much energy to contain; I'd simply have to settle for being calmer than she was. That didn't seem too difficult -- I was certain that she was far more off-balance than I was.

Waiting for her to arrive I found myself regretting the fact that I had left early. I had justified it by telling myself that it was necessary to take off before I got tied up with a customer, but the truth was that I was just impatient. In hindsight it was foolish -- my leaving earlier wasn't going to get her there any quicker.

As the minutes passed, I found myself growing concerned. When we were in the store I honestly believed that she'd show up without threats, suspecting that she had too much pride to back down and hide from me. Sitting in my car I was beginning to fear that I had been overly confident. Frustrated at myself for not having made sure that she would show up, I impatiently scanned the parking lot with my eyes.

I considered driving back to the store. I could make up some bullshit excuse about having left something in the back room, and I don't think anyone would notice. While I was there I could see if Natalie was still there as well. I was just about to put the key back in the ignition when I saw her car pull into the lot.

Natalie spotted my car and drove over, parking right next to me. I was mildly impressed -- it was nice to see such boldness. Relieved that she had obeyed my instructions I steadied myself emotionally and got out of the car, doing my best to project the image of confidence. Natalie got out of her car as well, looking more nervous than I'm sure she would have liked to be.

"You look relieved," she commented. "You didn't think I wouldn't show up, did you? I hope that you weren't sitting in your car this entire time, nervously worrying about where I was -- I'd feel bad about doing that to you."

"Keep dreaming," I spat, trying to regain my balance. "I knew you'd show up. You're my bitch, after all, and while you may desperately need some training I would certainly hope that even you would know better than to refuse a direct order."

"About that, Liam," she sneered. "I didn't come here to give you another opportunity to embarrass yourself sexually; I came here to clear up some misconceptions that I think you have about what happened yesterday. First and foremost, I need you to understand that I am your coworker, not your bitch. You don't own me, control me, or have even the slightest power over me. If anything, my superior performance puts me in charge, here -- though I promise, I'll be gentle so as not to hurt your delicate little feelings. You need to stop looking at me as your rival and start seeing me as your mentor -- if you play your cards right, I just might take you under my wing."

"I'm glad you cleared that up," I laughed sarcastically. "I was apparently very confused; though I'm not sure it's my fault. Seeing you on your hands and knees licking my shoes yesterday may have led me to believe that our relationship was very different from what you're currently suggesting. Literally bending you over a desk and fucking your brains out may have reinforced that misconception as well. You have to admit your reactions didn't really make sense unless we accept that you are, in fact, my bitch."

"I was tired," she tried to explain. "You caught me off-guard, and it will never happen again. I'd apologize for the misunderstanding, but I think if anything you ought to be thanking me. You've probably never had a woman of my caliber, and you probably never will again. You're welcome, by the way."

"I'd love to believe you," I claimed, "but the thing is I just can't. It's nothing personal, but you are in sales, you know? Not exactly the most trustworthy of careers, and all. I think you're full of shit, and all of this bullshit confidence is nothing more than a pathetic act."

"You can think whatever you like," she shrugged, "but that doesn't change anything. I'm not your bitch, Liam. Keep pushing me, though, and you might just become mine."

"I'm pretty sure that I can prove that you are, actually," I argued. "I'm actually quite positive that if you remove your shirt, we'll see written evidence that proves my claims."

I was bluffing, of course. I had no idea if my territorial marking still existed on her chest or not, but I was interested in seeing her reaction. Her body language told me that I was probably right -- she looked flustered and at a loss for words, implying that she had most likely traced it back on just as I had told her.

"It's just too bad you'll never get that shirt off," she retorted. "I'll let you pretend that your words are still there, though -- it seems like it's very important to you, and I think it would be cruel to destroy your childlike hope."

I assumed that her courage came from the fact that we were in broad daylight and she didn't think I'd try anything there. Looking around, though, I was feeling pretty confident with our location. Other cars were parked in the lot, but no one was close, and no one was watching.

"I'm not really the pretending type," I reminded her. "Get in my car, bitch. I think we need to make sure that you did your homework."

"Liam," she laughed, "have you been smoking crack? I mean, your optimism is certainly adorable but you don't actually think that I'm going to obey you, do you?"

"Look around, Natalie," I suggested. "The nearest car is at least 100 feet away and its owner is mostly in one of those stores. No one's looking in our direction, and even if they were they'd be too far away to see anything. We may technically be in public, but you're hardly safe."

"I'll scream," she warned, sounding increasingly nervous.

"Maybe you will," I shrugged. "It'd be rather pathetic, but it's not like you were all too rich in dignity in the first place. I'm pretty sure I can get my hand over your mouth long before anyone hears you, though. Now, you have a choice little girl -- you can get in my car voluntarily like a good bitch or I can force you. I'm okay with either way, but if you disobey me you will be punished."




Sales Ch. 02



Natalie looked around and saw that I was right. I could see the confidence draining from her face as she realized that she wasn't nearly as safe as she thought she would have been. She looked like she still wanted to fight, but understood that doing so at the moment would be strategically unwise.

I opened the back door of my car and motioned for her to get in. She hesitated a bit but eventually climbed in, looking more irritated than anything else. Closing the door behind her I walked around the car and got in the other side.

Natalie looked tremendously nervous in the back seat with me. I couldn't blame her -- she was trapped in a small area with me, and I had left no doubt in her mind that I planned to abuse her. I took a moment to look her over in silence; enjoying the fear and doubt that I suspected I was inspiring in her.

"I'm going to have you remove your top in a minute so that I can make sure you've followed the sole rule that I've given you so far," I warned her. "I don't want you acting all surprised, so I want to make something clear: if 'LIAM'S WHORE' isn't written in fresh marker, I'm going to be very disappointed with you and I will be forced to punish you. Is that understand?"

"Cut the bullshit," she shot back. "This has nothing to do with checking to make sure I've followed your stupid rule. You just want to see my tits; at least have the balls to admit that."

"Thinking about my balls again?" I laughed. "God, Natalie, I know you're a bit of a whore, but try to get your slut mind out of the gutter. I'm going to fuck your brains out eventually -- you can stop worrying about that -- but that's not going to happen until I decide to. Right now, the only thing you need to worry about is proving to me that you've been an obedient little bitch. Lose the shirt and prove to me that you're not completely incapable of following simple orders."

"I don't want to," she stubbornly replied.

"And I don't really care what you want," I reminded her. "Let's cut to the chase, bitch. I'm completely willing to physically force you to cooperate, and I think that you know me well enough to realize that I wouldn't feel the slightest pity or remorse in doing so. You, on the other hand, will most certainly regret it -- not just because of the pain that I'll inflict in forcing you, but also because of the punishment that you'll suffer for being such a disobedient little cunt. I'm bored with your rebellious bullshit, and we really don't have time for it. This is your last chance to cooperate freely, whore -- I suggest you willingly remove your shirt like a good little bitch, but I'm fully prepared if you'd prefer to do this the fun way."

Natalie paused for a moment and looked me over, likely trying to gauge how serious I was and what her chances would be if she chose to continue misbehaving. I maintained eye contact, keeping my body language confident yet impatient until she broke down. Lowering her eyes, she began to unbutton her shirt. Enjoying her submission, I cracked a smile.

As she unbuttoned her shirt I watched lecherously, unconcerned with whether or not she noticed. Natalie groaned in humiliation, but apparently knew better than to outright protest my objectifying stares. With the shirt unbuttoned she stripped out of it and then quickly went to cover her chest with her arms. I shot her a warning look to let her know that would be a bad idea, she timidly lowered her arms to her sides.

"LIAM'S WHORE" still appeared on her chest, immediately above her lacey black bra. It was slightly faded, though it was evident that it had been traced over -- darker black lines covered far more faded gray. I was pleased -- not only had she followed my orders, but her choice in bras was far less boring than the plain white cotton of the day before.

"That's a good slut," I praised, quietly chuckling. "Tell me, how did it feel tracing that over your body?"

"Can we not talk about it?" she whimpered, obviously deeply ashamed.

"What would you prefer to talk about?" I laughed. "Perhaps you'd rather talk about your choice of underwear today -- don't think I haven't noticed, by the way. It's almost as if you knew someone would be seeing your bra today, and you wanted to impress that someone. Maybe you don't want to talk at all -- you are a bit of a raging slut, after all, it would hardly be surprising if you'd prefer I simply tore the rest of your clothes off and deposited my load in the sperm bank you're running between your legs."

Natalie stammered a bit, trying to come up with something to say back to me. She was very clearly flustered, and even more embarrassed. Unable to form intelligible words, her face went bright red. I decided to press my advantage.

"It's okay, slut," I comforted her. "You don't have to answer my question, because it really doesn't matter what you want to talk about. You're my bitch -- I decide what we talk about as well as what we do. Don't get too sad, though. I still plan to use you as a cum dumpster, but first I want to know how it felt this morning when you traced those words on your chest."

"I was irritated," she lied. "I hate to risk damaging your fragile little ego, but that's really all that I felt. Sorry, Liam -- there was no arousal or humiliation, just annoyance."

"I'm glad, actually," I replied, pretending to believe her. "I'd feel bad if it had really affected you, and I can understand the annoyance. Tracing onto your own chest must be difficult -- it must be an awkward angle, and all. Since you've been so forthcoming and honest, I'll reward you -- lose your pants, bitch."

Natalie shot me a confused look but complied with my order. As she kicked off her shoes and stripped out of her dress pants, I removed the marker that I had borrowed from work from my pocket. Seeing the marker, Natalie instantly looked afraid. She probably realized that I was going to give her more things to trace, but didn't dare say anything. I neglected to address her very visible fear -- I was, after all, still pretending that she had felt nothing but irritation in tracing the first thing.

With her pants off I could see that like her bra, Natalie's choice in panties was also a bit more interesting than it had been the day before. High cut and lacy, the black panties that she was wearing perfectly matched her bra. Noticing that I was staring at her crotch, Natalie clenched her thighs together.

Ignoring her closed body language, I grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her leg out straight. She resisted briefly but quickly relented when she realized that she lacked the physical strength to put up any kind of struggle. With her right leg laying across my lap, I popped the cap off of the marker.

"What are you doing?" she whimpered, obviously afraid.

"Giving you more to trace," I smirked. "I would think that would be painfully obvious. Don't worry, though -- this time I'll be writing on your thighs; you'll be far less 'irritated' this time."

Pulling hard on her ankle I stretched her leg straight and forced her to scoot towards me a little. On her left inner thigh I wrote the phrase "CUM DUMP" and then drew an arrow pointing to her crotch. Releasing her left ankle, I grabbed her right and pulled her leg out straight. On her right thigh I wrote "FREE DEPOSITS 24/7", and again drew an arrow pointing in.

"I'll expect you to continue tracing the words on your chest, of course," I explained. "I realize the angle might not be ideal, but I think it's important that you remember both who owns you and what you are. These new ones, though, should be much easier for you to maintain."

"Please don't make me do that," she begged.

"Why not?" I laughed, feigning confusion. "You had no real problem with 'LIAM'S WHORE', I can't imagine why you'd take issue to these. In fact, I'm so impressed by the fact that you felt nothing but irritation that I think I'll give you even more to trace -- it's not like it bothers you, right?"

"Okay, I lied!" she blurted out, obviously not crazy about having more vulgar things that she'd have to write on her own body. "I didn't feel just irritation. Please stop now?"

"You're kidding!" I exclaimed, my voice dripping sarcasm. "I never would have guessed that! I'm not so sure that I want to stop, though -- you may have admitted your lie, but you haven't exactly answered my question, either. I'm a nice guy, though, so I'll give you one more chance -- what did you feel tracing 'LIAM'S WHORE' onto your own chest this morning?"

"I hated it," she whimpered, sounding like a petulant child. "I still can't believe I did it, you know. It was probably the most degrading thing that I've even done in my entire life."

"Then why did you do it?" I prodded. "Somehow I doubt that even you couldn't predict that it would be degrading."

"I did it because you told me to!" she cried.

I didn't feel that she was being truthful enough in her answer. I suspected that she had grown conditioned to the leeway I had been giving her -- I had always given her a chance to correct herself when she misbehaved, and she seemed to now expect it. Wanting to put an end to that habit I pulled both of her ankles over me and grabbed the marker again. On her stomach I wrote the words "STUPID CUNT", shaking my head in disappointment the entire time.

"Why'd you do that?" she whimpered. "I was cooperating!"

"You were wasting time," I reminded her. "I know that I forced you to trace that phrase this morning, but that's hardly the point. You've been a bratty little cunt all day long; all too eager to disobey me. I want to know why you obeyed me this morning, not a pointless reminder that I had told you to."

"Fine," she sobbed. "I did it because I didn't want you to be angry with me. I was afraid that if I didn't write it, you'd just find a way to humiliate me worse."

"That's certainly accurate," I shrugged. "I still feel like you're holding back, though -- did you really only do it to avoid punishment? Was there a part of you that just wanted to please me for the sake of pleasing me?"

Natalie looked up at me, clearly struggling to hold back tears. Letting out an impatient sigh, I made it clear that she would have to answer the question. She timidly nodded that my suspicions were accurate, but I didn't feel it was enough. I slowly reached for the marker again, hoping to impress upon her that she would have to give a more explicit answer.

"Okay, yes!" she admitted. "A part of me was eager to do as you told me to. As much as I fucking despised having to do it, there was a part of me that was eager to prove to you that I can be an obedient little slut."

"That's better," I encouraged, placing the marker back in my pocket. "And I want to make something very clear, too -- I am pleased with your tracing. Although you've been a bit of a cunt in other ways today, your demonstration of fealty makes me proud to be your owner. Congratulations, slut -- you've made your master happy with you."

"Thank you," she squeaked out, sounding sincere but terrified.

"I'd like to know more, though," I continued. "I appreciate you telling me how your mind was feeling while you were tracing, but I'm a bit more interested in what your cunt was feeling. Tell me, slut -- did your cunt get all juicy while you were marking yourself as my whore?"

"It did," she admitted, looking down in shame. "I don't understand why, but tracing those words on my chest turned me on."

"And what did you do after?" I probed, suspecting that I already knew the answer.

"I fucked myself," she confessed. "I didn't want to, but I couldn't stop myself. I told myself that I had to in order to stop thinking about you, but it didn't work. I've spent all day feeling like your bitch; thinking about how you made me fuck myself without even trying. Are you happy now?"

I wasn't happy -- I was ecstatic. I had suspected that I had gotten under her skin, but I didn't realize I had corrupted her so deeply. Knowing that she had spent the entire day thinking about me gave me an unparalleled sense of power and made me feel better about the fact that I had been thinking about her all day.

I beckoned for her to come closer. She hesitated a bit but eventually crawled over next to me, curling up at my side. Feeling unexpectedly merciful I gently stroked her hair, enjoying the clean smell of shampoo and perfume. It seemed to calm her down a bit -- after a few seconds she relaxed a bit; looking less terrified and more secure.

"I'm very happy with you, bitch," I assured her. "You're a slut -- it's only natural that you'd fuck yourself when objectified. I'm really glad to see that you're beginning to accept our relationship, and I'm so pleased with you that I'm considering forgiving you for the bitchy attitude that you've been displaying all day. Now, I'd like you to keep up the honesty and tell me what you'd like me to do with you."

"I don't suppose I could convince you to release me from all this so we could go back to how things used to be?" she whimpered nervously.

"Silly bitch," I laughed, mussing her hair. "Why on Earth would I do that? I don't think either of us was really all too happy with our old dynamic. We don't work well as equals, and even if I were some pathetic slut like you I doubt that you'd have the strength to dominate me. This is really the only way 'we' work well together, and you're going to need to accept that."

"I'll never accept it," she replied, trying to sound defiant but sounding pathetic instead. "You might beat me from time to time, but I'll never give up. I'm going to fight you every time."

"You say that," I shrugged, "but I'm sure you'll eventually catch on to how futile your adorable little rebellion really is. Until then, I don't mind -- I'll just defeat you every time until you manage to wrap your head around the fact that you are my property, to do with as I please. Regardless of what the future holds I think the fact that you're in your underwear and curled up all vulnerable at my side proves that you're beaten -- at least for now. With that understanding, answer my question: what would you like me to do with you?"

Natalie looked down, clearly embarrassed. She knew that she'd have to answer, and probably knew that I'd know if she lied. Continuing to gently stroke her hair, I did my best to make her feel as though she was safe -- at least as long as she continued to cooperate.

"I want you to fuck me," she admitted. "I want you to exercise your rights to my body. I don't want you to forgive me for my attitude, either -- I want you to beat some sense into my slut ass. I want you to leave no doubt in my mind that I belong to you."

"Good answer," I praised. "And I've got some good news, bitch -- that's precisely what I'm planning to do."

Reaching down, I unzipped my fly and pulled my semi-hard cock out. Running my fingers through her hair I gripped down hard, taking control. Natalie went passive, permitting me to guide her head into my crotch. Once she was close enough, she stuck her tongue out and began aggressively licking me, demonstrating her obedience.

The sight of Natalie so willingly degrading herself was a major turn-on. Within seconds my cock was fully erect and ready to do more than just get licked. Guiding her by the hair I forced her up and aimed her lips at the tip of my cock. Catching on, Natalie opened her mouth wide. Without hesitating I pressed down on the back of her head, forcing my cock deep into her throat and gagging her. She tried to pull her head back a little, but I held her still.

"I'm sure that doesn't feel good," I calmly stated, holding her head in place. "I'd apologize, but I'm really not sorry. You were a mouthy little bitch this morning, and I think it's only right that I demonstrate what your mouth is actually for."

Natalie whimpered quietly. Tears began streaming down her cheek; she was clearly miserable with my cock lodged in her throat. Although unhappy with her situation, she did manage to demonstrate that she knew her place by relaxing her neck muscles and ending her struggle. Pleased with her acceptance, I pulled her up and gave her a few seconds of air before forcing her back down again.

"I'm not angry at you," I explained, "but I do think we need to clear some things up so that you don't embarrass yourself in the future. You seem to have some misunderstandings about what your mouth is for. It's meant for a few things, really. We can use it as a convenient place to dump cum, a cleaning instrument, and of course as we are now -- as another warm yet sloppy hole to fuck. It is not, however, intended to be used to talk back to me. Is that understood?"

"It is," she gasped as I pulled her back up.

"I'm glad you understand," I laughed, forcing her back down on my cock. "I'd like you to prove to me that you really get it, though. Show me how a worthless little slut sucks cock, bitch. I want you to show yourself no mercy -- gag yourself, make it hurt. Demonstrate to me that you understand your comfort is far less important than my pleasure."

Having given my instructions I released my grip on Natalie's head. She briefly came up for air, but was quick to get to work once she had caught her breath. Forcing her head up and down with fast, long strokes she managed to impress me. I was actually almost surprised at how violent she was; she must have been inflicting serious pain on herself. Fortunately, she seemed to know better than to complain, so I decided to reward her.

With my hand free I slowly slid it down her back, dragging my nails along her skin. Reaching her ass I slipped in inside her panties, worming my fingers between her legs. Natalie groaned a little, but parted her thighs to allow me access just the same. With my hand between her legs I discovered why she had been embarrassed -- her cunt was once again dripping wet.

"You filthy little slut," I teased. "You know, respectable women don't drench their panties every time a man shoves his cock down their throats; though I suppose comparing you to a respectable woman isn't exactly fair. There's nothing respectable about you, after all -- you're slut, nothing more than a walking life-support system for a series of holes, intended to be used as a cum dump and nothing more."

Natalie groaned in humiliation under my verbal abuse but managed to keep her thighs open. As I slid a finger inside her dripping pussy her groans quickly morphed into quiet moaning. Pleased with her performance so far, I began to pump my finger in and out of her, enjoying the warmth and wetness of her twat.

Unfortunately, my angle was terrible for finger fucking her. Reaching around her from behind put significant strain on my wrist, and before long I felt my wrist growing tired. Wanting to shorten the distance, I removed my finger from her cunt and pressed it up against her asshole.

The pressure on her asshole quickly got her attention. Thrusting her head up and off of my cock, Natalie looked up at me in panic. I didn't expect her to simply accept my finger in her asshole without some reluctance, but she looked absolutely terrified.

"What are you doing?!" she demanded, her eyes wide with fear.

"Natalie, I know you can be a bit slow at times, but come on," I laughed. "What do you think I'm doing? I'm preparing to shove my finger up your asshole. The real question is what are you doing -- you should know better than to question your owner under any circumstances; disagreeing when I'm shoving something into one of your fuck holes is especially inappropriate."

"But you can't!" she protested, clearly afraid. "I mean, I'm sorry -- I'm not telling you that you can't, I know that you can and you really don't need to prove it to me. Please take some mercy on me, though, I promise I'll be good!"

"Poor slut," I sympathized. "I can see that you're having difficulty accepting the fact that your asshole is just another option for fucking, and that's unfortunate. However, the situation is what it is -- you're a slut, and you'll take my fingers, cock, or anything else I feel like shoving into you in whichever hole I choose. I might not fuck you in the ass every time, but it's going to happen."




Sales Ch. 02



"Please don't!" she pleaded. "Please, Liam, I'll do anything you want but please don't fuck my asshole!"

"I'm sorry, slut," I comforted her, "but that's simply not an option. Your entire value to me is in providing three warm holes to dump my cum in, and I simply cannot accept you operating at two thirds of your potential. I'm not entirely unsympathetic, though, so I'm willing to make a deal with you if you'd like to put off getting fucked in the ass until a later date."

"Anything!" she insisted. "Just please, please don't fuck my ass!"

"That's a good attitude," I laughed. "Here's how it is. I'm going to finger fuck your ass today -- there's nothing you can do about that. If it's any consolation, I won't enjoy it in the slightest. Your ass is a foul, disgusting hole -- really the only reason I'm willing to do it is to remind you of your place. Nothing that you can say or do will change that, so you're going to have to accept that at the very least you will be getting finger-fucked anally. Is that clear?"

"It is," she whimpered, sounding defeated and afraid.

"Good girl," I praised, slowly pressing the tip of my finger into her opening. "The good news is that I'm willing to spare you a true ass fucking, at least for the time being. You'll still be taking my cock up your ass some day in the future, of course, but you can at least put it off for a little while longer. If you want to earn this stay of execution, all you have to do is provide me with a key."

"A key?" she groaned, as my finger slid deeper into her asshole.

"A key," I confirmed. "Before you head back to work I'll expect you to stop by the hardware store. Have a copy of the key to your apartment made, and present it to me when you return to the store. I'll be expecting your address too, of course, as well as any security codes that I might need to get in. Is that understood?"

"It is," she whimpered as I began to slowly pump my finger in and out of her ass.

"I'm glad," I replied. "Now get back to work sucking my cock, you lazy bitch. Oh, by the way -- if you decide to go back on our deal, I promise you that I'll fuck you in the ass before you go home tonight, and I won't be gentle. Even for a slut like you, I don't think it will be enjoyable."

Natalie whimpered a little, but obeyed my instructions. Sliding her mouth back down on my cock she looked broken and defeated; apparently having my finger in her asshole was difficult for her to accept. I felt mildly bad for her. She had been behaving and I didn't really want to hurt her, but she needed to understand that I had the right to use any of her holes without her permission.

As Natalie continued to degrade herself on my cock I very slowly began to build speed with my finger. Going off of her verbal cues I would assume that she hated it, but she made no effort to hamper my assault in any way. Pleased with the situation, I began to gently stroke her hair with one hand while fucking her ass with the other.

After a minute or so of building up speed, I found myself finger fucking Natalie's ass at a reasonable rate. Despite her protests earlier, she seemed to enjoy it more than she would have wanted me to know. She was no longer whimpering, and the quiet moaning that emanated from her was reminiscent of when I was fingering her cunt. I found myself regretting the deal that I had made with her -- I really wanted to fuck her asshole just to humiliate her, but didn't want her to feel that she couldn't trust me. Besides, we were both off on Fridays and I really wanted that key.

I entertained myself fingering her ass for a few more minutes, enjoying the chaos that I was probably inspiring in her head. I knew that she didn't like the idea of anal sex, and assumed that she felt it was especially degrading. Her body, on the other hand, seemed to like it just fine. I liked knowing that she was probably struggling to come to terms with the idea of enjoying anal and I thought it was healthy for her to start accepting the idea. I didn't plan on going back on my word or anything, but she was going to be taking my cock up her ass at some point.

As my wrist grew tired I lifted her head up off of my cock and shoved her back. She looked at me in confusion, as if she was unsure if she had done something wrong. I chuckled a little -- it was nice having her like that, so eager to please me. Grabbing her shoulders I pulled her body over mine as I stretched out and aimed my cock at her slit. Pulling her panties to the side I pressed the tip into her cunt as she obediently held her position.

"Relax, slut," I reassured her. "You did fine, you can lose that terrified 'did I displease my owner?' look. In fact, you did so well that I think I'm going to reward you."

"Did I do well enough that you might promise not to ever fuck my ass?" she asked meekly as I grabbed her by her hips.

"That's just silly," I laughed, slowly forcing her down on my cock. "You're going to get fucked in your ass, and there's no way around that. You're a slut, after all, and a slut that doesn't take it up the ass just doesn't make sense. If I swore off fucking your asshole I wouldn't be rewarding you, I'd be failing to use you to your fullest potential. As a responsible owner I'm practically obligated to make sure that you accept my cock in all of your holes, so you may as well start accepting the idea that you will be getting your ass fucked eventually."

Natalie looked disappointed, but it didn't last long. Her cunt was soaking wet, so I felt no need to go gentle. Squeezing her hips I began to bounce her up and down on my cock hard. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she began moaning loudly. Getting fucked hard she was far too distracted to be disappointed.

"How are you going to reward me, then?" she managed to squeeze out between lustful moans.

"I'm going to let you decide where you take my cum today," I informed her. "Now, yesterday I permitted you to swallow it -- that was a special treat, though, and it's not something that I think I can allow every time. I'm going to give you two choices, and you can pick which one you like best."

"Your first choice is to take it on your face," I continued. "Just like yesterday you'll have to wear whatever doesn't get in your mouth for the rest of the day, but I have to warn you -- yesterday I was mostly aiming at your mouth. Today I'll be aiming everywhere except for your mouth, so there's going to be a lot to wear if you choose to go that route."

Natalie groaned, though it wasn't clear why. It sounded like she was terrified of the idea, but it also sounded like she thought it was a major turn-on. Personally, I liked it a lot -- the idea of forcing her to wear evidence of her violation seemed incredibly hot. At the same time I was a little worried that she might get called out on it, and I didn't want to cause any problems that could interrupt the fun I was having with her.

"The other choice is in your cunt," I continued. "Like your face, there's a catch there as well. The load that I'm going to give you is massive, and it's going to slowly drip out if I shoot it into your twat. My guess is that by the end of the day your panties will be just as soaked with my cum as your own, and I can't tolerate my slut being messy. If you choose to go this way, you'll have to suck the crotch clean as soon as you get home and swallow it all like the disgusting whore you are."

Natalie didn't seem to like the options, but that wasn't my problem. I wanted her feeling as though she had been marked as my property for the rest of the day, and though the things I had written on her body helped with that I wanted more. I liked the idea that she'd have to go back to work with her face covered in cum or her panties slowly filling with it and spend the rest of the day thinking about how it had gotten there.

"I guess I'll take it in the cunt?" she whimpered between moans.

I wasn't surprised by her choice. She might not have liked the idea of having my sperm dumped into her and having to suck her panties clean, but going to work with a facial seemed a bit insane. Unfortunately for her, I was feeling sadistic and wanted to torment her a bit.

"Of course you take it in the cunt," I laughed. "You're a slut -- well, not really a slut yet. More of a slut-in-training until we get your asshole broken in. Regardless, I think we both understand that you love it in the cunt; that's long since been established. You still haven't answered my question, though."

"I meant I'll take your load in my cunt," she moaned.

Taking my hand off of her hips I slapped her across the face. I was careful not to hit her hard enough to leave a mark, but I'm sure that she felt it. Natalie looked back at me in pain and confusion.

"You sound like you're doing me a favor," I explained, as I resumed fucking her. "It's quite the opposite -- if anything, I'm doing you a favor by honoring you with my sperm; wasting it on a filthy little whore. Ask me again, but this time try not to sound like an ungrateful cunt."

"I'm sorry," she moaned. "Please shoot your cum inside my cunt? I promise that I'll suck it all out of my panties when I get home, and I promise I'll swallow it all like a good bitch."

"I know you will," I laughed. "Hell, you'll probably spend the rest of the day thinking about that growing puddle in your crotch, wondering how it's going to taste when you suck it out. You'll imagine the feeling as it slowly slides down your throat, wondering if it will feel anything like how it feels as it slowly oozes out of your slimy little cunt. When you get home you might hesitate a little, thinking about how I'd never know if you disobeyed me, but you'll do it in the end. Not to give away any surprises but I'm willing to bet that once you're done sucking our combined juices out of your panty crotch you'll fuck yourself silly, thinking about how you've pleased your owner."

Natalie's face went red, but her breathing and moaning increased at the same time. Her body language said that I was most likely dead-on accurate and she knew it, though she was clearly ashamed by it. Grabbing her ass hard, I began to fuck her deeply.

"I'll tell you something else," I continued. "You'll be right -- once you get your panties cleaned and all of that disgusting slime in your belly, your owner will be pleased with you. I'll even be pleased that you fucked yourself, as it will prove that you truly understand what you are. I might not be there to witness it, but I'll know."

"I want you there to witness it!" she blurted out, rapidly approaching orgasm. "I don't want to just fuck myself; I want you to fuck me! I want you to watch me clean my panties like an obedient little slut; I want you to force me to think about how disgusting what I'm doing is!"

"I know you do, you stupid bitch," I laughed in her face. "And maybe you'll get your wish, or maybe you won't. I'll have your key and your address by then, so it's certainly an option. You won't know until it does or does not happen, though."

As I continued to fuck her hard while squeezing her ass, Natalie's orgasm began. To her credit she did nothing to hold back, there was no subtlety to it whatsoever. Her moans were deafening and almost bestial as she ground her hips into me. Grabbing her hair I pulled her in close, dragging my nails along her back with my free hand.

As her vaginal muscles contracted and spasmed I felt my orgasm begin as well. I thrust my cock into her as deep as I could manage, wanting to shoot my load as far into her as I could. I didn't want all of my sperm dripping out immediately; I wanted it to slowly trickle out throughout the rest of the day so that she'd be unable to forget what I had done to her and what she'd be forced to do when she got home.

As our orgasms finished Natalie collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily. She was sweating, heaving for breath, and obviously exhausted; and that was just how I wanted her. I was fairly exhausted myself, but I wasn't done abusing her just yet. Sitting up, I pushed her back.

Look at the disgusting mess you left on my cock, I chastised, gesturing at my groin. "You don't actually expect me to go back to work like this, do you? I'd smell like whore for the rest of the day, and that's just not acceptable."

Catching my hint, Natalie dropped down and went to work licking her slime off of me. I reclined as much as I could in the back seat of my car and watched as she degraded herself. Sucking my wilting cock into her mouth, she bathed it with her tongue.

"Good whore," I praised. "I'm glad you're truly beginning to understand exactly what your mouth is for. Make sure you get all of your disgusting slime off of me and into your belly, now."

Natalie did as she was instructed, making exaggerated swallowing noises while licking any skin that looked wet. Grabbing her hair I took control of her actions, moving her face to any place that I felt needed cleaning. She didn't resist -- it seemed almost like she enjoyed being used like that.

As Natalie finished cleaning me, I glanced at the clock in my car's stereo. It was time for me to get back to work. I was disappointed -- I wanted to spend more time with her, but I couldn't afford to risk tipping off my coworkers that something was up. Gently pushing her back, I pulled up my pants.

"I'm sorry, slut," I apologized. "I'd love to use your holes a little more, but it is a work day and all. Don't get too sad, though -- you'll have other chances to earn my cum in the future."

"I understand," she whimpered, sounding terribly sad. 

After Natalie dressed herself we both got out of the back seat of my car. I hopped back in the front seat to return to work, she headed towards the hardware store walking slightly funny. Even knowing that I'd see her again it broke my heart to part with her, but I didn't really have a choice. I did need to get back to work, and I couldn't let her know how much I wanted to spend more time with her anyway.



Sales Force



I work in a stereo store with seven other sales associates. I'm the only female and that fact has led me to take a very defensive approach to working. At five foot three inches, blonde and fit, if I wasn't defensive in how I tackled work, I'd be forever harassed and never accomplish anything.

I grew a reputation that lasted through several sales teams that I wasn't there to be pinched, teased, flirted with, or anything other than work-related interaction. It worked.

Or so I thought. During the store Christmas party I stumbled onto a conversation I almost wish I hadn't heard. I was around the corner from the sales room, and couldn't be seen, so I stood there and listened a moment.

"No way, man!" Jake hooted. "She smiled at him?"

"No shit, man, she did." That voice was Andy's.

The next words were what brought me up short from entering the room.

"I guess even dykes would find that guy attractive." Bernie, whom I liked, and he was referring to the cute corporate buyer, who was out on the floor with the other celebrants.

They had to be talking about me... the only other female was the accountant, and she was married.

"I've never seen Lynn look at a guy except to scowl," Jake said in a low voice. "She's a butch, guys. You must have seen it wrong."

"Yeah, Andy, Lynn's a total bull-dyke," Jake went on. "One hundred and thrity percent tongue-sister."

I was floored. Just because I didn't want to mix work with relationships, they thought I was a dyke? I took great pains to keep myself looking good for guys. I worked out. I spent time on my hair, make-up. Tears welled in my eyes and I turned away.

Did I work out too much? How else was I supposed to maintain myself? Guys don't like flabby cows; they laugh at them. I wasn't going to be laughed at. But this, I might almost want to be laughed at than be accused of something I find distasteful. I just don't like the idea of getting involved with a woman. I love the whole male-female thing. I like dick.

I was sobbing by the time I got out to my car. I couldn't stay.

I thought I could shrug it away. I thought I could forget about it. But I couldn't. I would find myself in the shower, frozen in thought, arguing, no, screaming in my mind that I wasn't like that. For a few days, I chewed myself ragged over what I had heard, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to get over it.

I resolved to talk to one of them, Bernie maybe, and set the record straight. I really liked Bernie, he was tall and quiet with the cutest dark blue eyes. There was something hawk-like about his eyes, intelligent in a sharp way, but he never bragged.

I decided my talk would come at the New Years Eve party. It wasn't as big as the Christmas party, and many people didn't show up for it, and certainly no one from corporate. 

On that day, I tried mentally preparing myself. I soaked in the tub, walked along the halls of the house feeling the breeze on my naked skin. I spent more time than usual brushing my hair. I wasn't going to go in and make a huge statement, so my clothes were subdued. I slipped on some lacy white panties and topped it with a white tube dress with spaghetti straps and lace up sides. The dress hem was about three inches longer than my crotch level. I was showing a lot of leg. My jacket hung lower than the dress.

The party is always fun, but only because the booze is free. I would normally only have a few drinks and then go home, but tonight was different. I kept trying to find the courage to pull Andy or Bernie aside, but I couldn't dig up the will to do it.

I drank, instead. When I pulled my jacket off and sat on one of the stereo couches, almost everyone fell silent. Only the music kept playing. I was hopeless. I sat and held my drink, cursing myself for being unable to summon the courage.

"My, that's a nice dress," Jake said with a straight face.

I felt the blush turn my face red. This just wasn't going right.

And then I heard him mutter to Andy, "It's too bad it's on her and not someone else."

I downed my drink as they wandered away. The alcohol swam in my head, warm and comforting. I got up and got another drink. Turning, I saw Andy, Bernie and Jake all looking at me, smirking.

I had suffered enough. I forced myself to take a step towards them. I really tried. My leg didn't want to cooperate. It sort of jerked. Almost falling, I had to step forward to keep from looking like a total fool, and in that recovery, my step towards them turned into another. By the time I walked up to them, I was back in control.

Now was the time. I sipped a gulp and looked at Andy. "Could we have a word in back, the three of us?"

"Uh oh," Jake muttered. "Guess we're in trouble now."

That was frustrating to hear. It had taken a lot for me to decide to confront this. "Just friendly talk, guys."

In back, in the very sales room where this had started, I spilled what I had heard. The words came slow, but ended in a rush.

"I wanted to let you know that you're wrong about me." I tried smiling. "I'm definitely not a dyke."

Andy and Jake shared a slow look as Bernie snorted. They didn't believe me!

"Guys, I don't like women that way. I like men!" 

"You're always sneering at guys, Lynn," Bernie stated. "Only dykes sneer at guys with hatred. But that's okay, being a lesbian and all."

"Yeah, nothing wrong with that," Andy added in.

"Uh huh, I'm a lesbian, too," Jake snickered. "Really."

"I don't like women!" I was insistent. "For crap's sake, guys, I like dick!"

Jake laughed at that. Not in a mean way. It was a genuine gut laugh like I had told a good joke. 

"You really don't believe me, do you?" I was desperate and angry all at the same time. I liked these guys, and they thought so badly of me?

"Sorry, Lynn. It's really okay being a les and all, but the thought of you liking dick just don't fit." Andy shook his head.

Jake snorted. "Do you even know what a dick looks like?"

My mouth hung open. They thought I was a virgin? "I've had plenty of sex before!"

"Chicks don't count," Andy joined in the fun.

Jake burst out laughing again. "Yeah, she wouldn't be able to tell a real dick from a strap-on."

I chuckled. That was a good one. "Whip it out, tough guy, I'll show you."

"Huh?" Jake tried to stop chuckling.

"Whip it out, right here," I demanded. "I'll suck you off faster than any of your guy friends have sucked you off."

Bernie howled at that one. Andy slapped Jake hard on the back.

Jake did the fish mouth until I walked up to him and stuck my hands on his jeans, right where his dick was. "Oh, is this where it is? Right here?"

Jake sputtered.

I downed the rest of my drink and set it down without taking my hand from his jeans. then I gave his package a light squeeze. "Gee, it doesn't seem to like to be touched by a real woman, Jake. Is it used to rubber dolls, maybe?"

Bernie and Andy were almost in tears. Jake didn't know what the hell had hit him.

I fumbled at his pants and yanked his zipper down. I'm not sure why I decided to do this, but I had realized that proving my point was worth what I was doing. What would it matter, anyway? Less than a minute of a blowjob and Jake would be squirting everywhere. Would less than a minute of time ruin anyone's life? Not mine.

Jake tried to stop me. "Hey, what are you doing?"

"I'm going to show you what a real blowjob is, Jake. Because I feel generous this New Years Eve." I yanked his pants down and ripped downward on his underwear. His dick hung there, limp.

"Are you guys seeing this?" Jake asked incredulously of Bernie and Andy.

Four big eyes was all he got in response.

I took his dick in my mouth and worked it, swirling my tongue around and stroking the shaft with my one hand. I think if I hadn't had the drinks, I wouldn't have done this. But I got to thinking about words and deeds, and deeds proved the words. Besides, what really would this blowjob hurt? Anything or anyone? At all? Ever?

"Whoa!" Jake hardened in less than ten seconds.

I stopped long enough to look up at him sweetly. "Gosh, Jake, you got hard pretty fast. Should I continue?"

"I..." Jake stammered.

"I'll take that as a yes." I sucked him back down and really got to work on him. I could feel the hot shaft in my mouth swell.

Jake moaned and pumped his hips.

"I think I'm going to get me a piece of that," Andy muttered. I saw him strip out of his clothes out of the corner of my eye.

I gave the head of Jake's dick a real strong suck and he gasped. "Do you like that, Jake?"

He nodded. "Yeah, that's great." He laughed like he had found a hundred dollar bill in his pocket.

I felt hands lift my waist. My dress was getting slipped off me. I let it. Why not let the others get a little? If the blowjob wasn't going to hurt anything, why not a little more? If I was going to blow one, I supposed I could blow all three of them. Why not? The looks of satisfaction on their faces would be worth the work.

"Oh yeah, nice panties," Bernie said.

"Look at those legs, man," Andy ran his hands up and down my legs as I stood.

"Up on the table, Jake," I ordered. He complied and I went back to sucking him as I felt fingers hook into my panties to pull them down. I let them go and stepped out of them.

Jake stiffened in my hand and mouth as he looked over my figure. That made me feel good. His dick swelled and he started breathing really fast. I pumped him faster and sucked hard on the head.

"Holy shit!" Jake said as his dick squirted hot, salty sperm into my mouth. I sucked and swallowed until I felt his ejaculation slow.

"Next," I called.

Bernie came around and sat on the table in Jake's place. I felt Andy's tongue probe around my pussy as I bent over the table. I gripped Bernie's hardening dick and went to work. Andy's tongue felt so good that I began moaning.

I felt so wanton and slutty. I bobbed my head up and down Bernie's shaft as my passion increased. I wasn't sure if I could ever do something like this, but here I was, and I was amazed at how good everything felt. Andy's tongue had my knees quivering. When Jake got back in the act by applying his tongue to my breasts, I thought I would explode right there. The attention of three men in the act of sex made me feel more feminine than ever. I began to burn with lust and ache to be filled. I didn't care who was where, I just wanted to feel a nice dick entering me and giving me what I needed.

As if reading my mind, I felt the head of Andy's dick search along the folds of my pussy. I spread my legs to help him find my entrance.

"Yeah, baby," Andy said as he pushed his dick into my hungry pussy.

Oh my gosh, I cannot tell you how nasty I felt with a dick in my mouth, a dick fucking my pussy, and my breasts getting attention. Three different points of attention and pleasure made me dizzy. I felt like I was on the verge of a gigantic orgasm, and I felt like I wanted to lose control and just get fucked by whoever came in until I passed out. I had never felt so wild and alive.

Andy's dick slid in and out of me, sending me riding on waves of pleasure. 

"Hey," Bernie said to Andy. "Lemme have some."

"I ain't come yet."

"Don't hog her all to yourself. We're all getting a shot." Bernie got up.

The banter thrilled me. They were all pulling at me, wanting more. I don't think I could have received a better compliment.

Bernie laid me on the table and I spread my legs open for him. I wanted his dick in me. Or Andy's. Or Jake's. I didn't care. They seemed to be moving around too much. I wanted sex! "Fuck me!"

"Sheesh, Bernie," Jake said. "Give it to her."

Andy got near my head as I laid back and I took him in my mouth. I felt Bernie move up and his dick found my hole. He wasn't even in yet and my muscles were rhythmically contracting. I was on the verge. When the second dick of the night was shoved in me, I let out a long groan of relief and pleasure. The waves that were threatening to break crashed over me as my body rippled through a sharp orgasm.

I loved it.

"Fuck her, man!" Jake cheered as he stroked his dick. He might want a piece of my pussy, too. Good.

Bernie's pumping dick hit all the right places. I drifted with the pleasure as I jerked back and forth on the table. The waves receded and the glow of satisfaction settled on me with little electric tingles. Jake moved to my side and I grabbed his dick to stroke. My mouth worked over Andy's hardness as I used what time I had before more orgasms hit.

There was something so comforting in having taken two dicks so far. I don't know, maybe the difference in style. Andy had been slower and steady. Bernie was harder and persistent. I could feel myself letting go, knowing that I would be well-fucked and taken care of.

Bernie slowed a little, but then sped back up. His thrusts came harder. He was getting close, almost ready to shoot his sperm into me. The thought of him coming inside me and feeling it sent me over the edge again and my pussy convulsed with aching lust. I bucked my hips to feel all of him inside me and he stroked his dick in and out even faster. After a moment I realized he was coming as wetness began building inside me. I had my second orgasm right there.

He pulled out in exhaustion and Jake scooted up to shove his dick in me. It felt so good. He pumped like a rabbit and the table jerked all over the place as I got fucked again. I was moaning loud now as my pussy screamed with satisfied sensitivity. I was going to be sore after all this, but a good sore.

Bernie leaned down to kiss me as I lay there getting fucked, and the waves threatened to overtake me again. I was hypersensitive, and too close. I went back to sucking Andy, but I was getting delirious. When Jake pulled out with a heaving sigh, I assumed he had finished again.

Andy got between my legs as my hips writhed up and down from the sensations and convulsions.

"Look at her, man!" Jake shook his head in wonder. "She can't get enough!"

Andy rammed his dick into me and a flash of pain swept up me but subsided quickly. The waves swelled up quickly. With Andy back in me, this was the fourth fuck of the night. His dick was a little smaller, thankfully, and my used hole was getting a great workout. As I jerked to the fuck and the table squeaked with each thrust, my eyes closed. I was in heaven. I had never been so well used and loved.

Oh, I knew there was nothing there with these guys. Nothing would develop; nothing ever would with any of them. But there would be this fun we shared. They would appreciate it and talk about it for years. I would be remembered with satisfaction, not derision. They would remember how great it had been, how good I felt, and how satisfied they were. It was a mutually good thing.

I heard their voices, dim, at a distance. All I knew at this moment was that the fucking had felt so good and I wanted to remember this forever.

"... gone, man..." Jake, somewhere.

"Yeah..." Andy, I think.

"I can't see her eyes; they're all rolled back." Bernie's concerned voice.

I came back to the present as the waves forced me into awareness. Andy was grunting above me, fucking me like a whore, and it felt so good. But I wasn't waiting for him. I was being pushed along a razor's edge of lust and pain. It was coming, and it was coming hard.

"...fuck me like a whore..." My voice?

"Oh man!" Andy. He pumped harder and I think I felt his dick swell in me.

That meant he was getting ready to come in me and the thought of even more sperm getting shot into me dropped me off the edge of the world. My whole body lifted and my back arched. I realized I was screaming out as Andy desperately slammed his dick into me.

Jake was cheering. Bernie said something.

Blinding flashes of light scorched across my eyeballs as I came harder than I have ever come. Andy grabbed my hips and shoved his dick as far as he could into me. More sperm squirted into my already sperm-soaked pussy.

He pulled out and I lay there, panting, trying to focus. I caught my breath after a few minutes and let my head settle to the side. I wanted to sleep and savor it for the next two weeks. I laid there, the sperm of three men gushing out of me, and dozed off.

You know what? Some might expect to be treated really bad afterwards, but I was treated better than I ever have been. I imagine that they felt protective of me now that they had fucked me so thoroughly. They were grateful for such a good time and they even apologized for the dyke comments. Maybe next year I'll do it again.



Sales Gain



Ten minutes until closing and I'm still tied for first place in this month's competition. After the holiday rush, sales had slacked off quite a bit, but that was to be expected. The goals had been set by the district office and there was little hope that any one of us would be able to live up to their unreal expectations, but that didn't mean we couldn't give it our best effort. Even in slow economic times, a store manager with talent and ingenuity could make a healthy commission if she knew how to take care of her customers. Plus a healthy dose of competition was always an added incentive, and this month was no exception.

I loved the retail business. Every day posed a different challenge with each customer a potential sales gain and another award for my office when the month's totals were posted. And sometimes there were perks not outlined in the manager trainee manuals that made the job much more interesting, especially when some of the managers decided to invent our own incentive contest.

I'm a very competitive person and for a woman in the predominately male electronics industry, it was an edge which commanded respect and admiration and one which I used to my advantage at every opportunity. But after months of beating the sales figures of all the male store managers in my district, I was becoming bored. I needed a new challenge, but one in which only the seven other female managers in the tri-state region would be able to participate. If anyone discovered what we were doing, would most certainly get us all fired, but that only intensified the competition.

We formed the "GREAT EIGHT" as we called ourselves, at the Regional Pre-Holiday party in November and from the start it had been a fierce competition. Of course I had won the first month's round. It was, after all the busiest selling season of the year. But once the rush was over, the mall traffic and the opportunities we had all enjoyed had dropped considerably.

Early in January there were many returns from holiday customers, so the numbers had added up quickly. Joan in store 3509 had three successful turnovers in one week, and I'd barely caught up to her when Sarah faxed in her numbers a few days later. With a little extra effort, I'd managed to match her numbers, then added two additional closings which I thought would put me in the lead. Until I received the fax this morning and read that Donna, in 3317, had an exceptional week and had even the score.

Being tied for first was not nearly as satisfying as winning, but unless a miracle happened in the next ten minutes, there wouldn't be any way I could win this month's contest. I was resolved to the fact I would have to share the top prize and simply try harder in February.

I began to close the front door when my golden opportunity rushed into the store.

"I'm sorry." He panted, out of breath. "I know it's almost time to close, but I bought these wireless antennas last month and you said if they didn't work, I could return them."

Normally I would have told the customer to come back the next day, especially for a refund, but this was not a normal situation. I smiled my most innocent "corporate" grin and locked the door behind him.

"Of course. This won't take long." So he thinks!

I tried not to let him see the excitement on my face as I followed him toward the register. This was better than I hoped. I remembered him when made his purchase over a month ago. The one time when a customer asked if he could return merchandise that I hoped he would. He wore a dark blue cap and with the logo of a television network stitched onto the rim. His light brown hair just barely visible underneath. His soft, brown eyes had made it difficult for me to answer his many technical questions, but I somehow managed to keep it strictly business.

His name was Marc, with a "c" not a "k" and he had paid with a credit card, so I didn't have any record of his address, which would have been against the rules of the contest had I tried to contact him. But here he was, my last chance, and I was not about to let it, or him, slip out the door.

I began my well rehearsed speech about the quality of our products. our return policy and asked him for his receipt. He took the crumpled piece of paper from his wallet and handed it to me, but when I reached for it, I lightly brushed his hand, letting my fingers glide slowly over his wrist.

"You do know." I lowered my voice to a seductive whisper. "Our company prides itself in complete customer satisfaction."

My eyes beamed into his, trapping him like a defenseless deer. When he didn't make a move to pull his hand away, I knew I had him.

"I'm sure we can exchange this for a new one, but they're in the back storeroom and we're not allowed to leave the sales floor unattended, for security reasons you understand."

"I....I could come back tomorrow." His voice was heavy with expectation. I didn't disappoint him.

"That won't be necessary. I've locked the front door so no one else can come into the store. If I don't leave you here alone, I won't be violating our company policy and you can also let me know exactly what you want."

I was hoping he'd do just that.

Trying to ignore the tremors of anticipation, I began walking towards the rear of the store and opened my office door.

"You can come this way." I said, hoping he'd caught the true meaning of that sentence. When I felt the heat of his body near my back, I knew he had.

Marc entered my office, his eyes quickly glancing from one shelf to the other in pretense of selecting a replacement item.

"I think you'll like this."

I began climbing the ladder, parting my legs just a bit more than necessary to reach the next rung. The heat from his gaze sent a sudden wave of heat through me. I pretended to miss the next step and in a flash I was right where I planned to be: in Marc's strong, muscular arms. My only problem now was moving us to a more comfortable position, one that was near my desk within finger reach of the tiny red button hidden under the top drawer.

"Thank you." I purred, my arms gently caressing the back of his neck. "I think I hurt my ankle, can you carry me to the chair?"

"Uh.....sure."

Marc's breathing was quickening and tiny beads of sweat began to form on his brow. This was the part I always enjoyed, when my target was primed and ready for the final move which would put me ahead of Donna and everyone else in the District.

As he turned towards the desk, I began tracing small circles on his neck with my tongue. Marc was startled and almost dropped me.

"You can put me down, now." I giggled wickedly and slipped from his embrace. Placing one hand on the back of his head, I pulled him towards me. Behind my back and out of his sight, my other hand hit the red button.

There was no longer any doubt as to my intentions. My mouth parted his soft, hungry lips. My tongue whispered a silent invitation he was more than eager to accept. I tore open his shirt and teased his tiny nipples with the tips of my thumbs and a soft moan escaped from his throat. Marc returned the gesture and in seconds the official company polo shirt was tossed into the red sale merchandise circle on the floor, followed by my non official company bra and panties.

I unhooked Marc's belt and removed his pants and briefs in one movement. I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing his large (thank you, God!) hard cock deep inside my now soaking pussy. Fortunately, I remembered to put the ink blotter on the desk earlier just in case I needed it for the very reason I was using it now.

Glancing at the shelf just above Marc's right shoulder, I repositioned our bodies slightly to the left. I knew there were only a few minutes until the contest time expired and I desperately needed Marc to expire first. Grabbing hold of his ass, I thrust my hips against his, forcing him to move with the hard and fast tempo of my own pleasure creating the results I had intended. For the both of us.

"Any other questions?" My eyes sparkled straight into his.

"No, none at all!. You certainly take your slogan seriously, don't you?"

His warm smile was all I needed for final shot. Marc was kind enough to hand me my clothes and as I put on my shirt, I turned my back to him and turned off the switch.

Marc picked up his merchandise and I led him to the front of the store. Unlocking the door, I gave him a quick good-bye kiss, locked the door behind him and hurried into my office where I immediately picked up the phone.

"Better luck next month, Donna! "I gloated to my co-worker. "I'll send you a postcard from Las Vegas."

I switched on the computer modem and sent all the women managers of our network the transmission. As I watched the replay of my winning conquest, there was only one thought running through my mind: I couldn't wait for next month's contest to begin.



Sales Meeting



As the plane descended into Ft. Lauderdale, I could tell that Carrie was becoming more excited. My company always had their sales meetings in early March, when it was still miserable in Michigan, so she looked forward to the opportunity to get away for a long weekend. I'm tied up in meetings most of the time, but she had gotten to know some of the other wives and always had a nice time. This year would be no exception; the huge resort selected was top notch and the company went all out on these meetings.

Carrie and the other wives she knew took full advantage of the resort's amenities, hanging out at the beautifully landscaped adult pool, perusing the world class shopping, using the health spa services, and just relaxing. Spouses were invited for the catered meals, and I did have a little free time to spend with her. For Saturday, the final night, a big band had been booked and a dance floor brought into the large ballroom where dinner would be served.

After my meetings on Saturday, I met Carrie in our room to change into our evening attire. I wore a dark suit, as usual. Carrie selected a little black dress and wore her pearls. She looked very elegant. At 45, she still had the figure to wear the short, snug fitting dress. As I complimented her on her looks, I gave her a playful slap on the rump and gave her a big kiss. 

"Hey, have you started drinking already?" I asked.

"The girls ordered a bottle of wine at the pool, so I had a couple of small glasses," Carrie replied.

"OK, well, take it easy. It's going to be a long night." 

In the eighteen years we had been together, I'd actually only seen her drink too much a couple of times, but she felt really bad the next day when she did. She was petite, so even two or three glasses of wine in the course of an evening could make her tipsy.

When we got to the ballroom, there was an hour of mingling before dinner. I ordered a soda water and Carrie ordered a glass of wine. When I raised my eyebrow, she said, "Don't worry, I'll only have one." 

Of course, every time her glass ran low, a waiter appeared to refresh it. By the time we sat down to dinner, she'd had enough, and I asked her to stop drinking. 

"OK, I'll just have one glass with dinner and then quit," Carrie said.

After dinner, we began to mingle, and I introduced Carrie to my colleagues who didn't already know her. I was proud of her good looks and figure, and enjoyed introducing her. When I got involved in a long conversation with several executives and vendors, Carrie drifted away. I got an occasional glimpse of her dancing with the other girls or with one of the men. Since I never danced and had no interest in doing so, I was glad that she had someone else to dance with. She wasn't much of a dancer either, but she was having fun.

As the party began to wind down, I started looking around for Carrie but couldn't find her. It was 10:30, and she'd had too much to drink, so I presumed she was in our room. I checked, but she wasn't there. Going back to the ballroom, I asked some of the other wives if they'd seen her, but they had assumed she had gone to bed. 

"Oh, maybe so," I said, although I knew she hadn't. "I guess I'll go to bed too. Goodnight."

I began searching through the lounges and restaurants that were still open, growing more concerned by the minute. They were all crowded so it took some time, but I looked through every one of them. No sign of Carrie. Now I was getting worried. 

"Maybe she went outside to get some air and clear her head," I thought. I exited the hotel and walked all around it, searching the various pools and sitting areas outside. There was a large hot tub near the adult pool that was crowded with men. As I neared the hot tub, my heart sank into my stomach as I noticed Carrie's black dress slung across one of the chaise loungers. "What the hell?" I thought, quickening my pace. 

When I got to the hot tub, I saw about twenty athletic young men crowded into a tub meant for no more than twelve. There were black, white and Hispanic boys, apparently one of the college baseball teams that were staying at the hotel for a tournament that was being played nearby. It was also apparent that Carrie was the entertainment. She was the only woman in the tub, and she was sitting on the lap of one of the young men. Her arms disappeared under the bubbles in the direction of the crotches of the two men on either side of her, while the man whose lap she was on had his hands under her butt, lifting her up and down. No doubt he was rubbing his dick on her butt to get his jollies. Some of the men's swim trunks were scattered on the deck, and Carrie's bra was floating in the hot tub. The man to her right was playing with her titties.

"What the hell are you doing?" I shouted angrily at Carrie.

"Jim!" Carrie giggled. "Come on in, the water's fine."

"What are you doing in there? Get out!" At this, the men in the pool started booing and told me to beat it.

"I can't," Carrie slurred. "We're playing a game my friends taught me, and I'm only about halfway through. It's called Carrie-go-round. I have to work back around to the steps." 

"What are you doing without your bra?" 

"Everybody else was topless," Carrie explained, much to the delight of the men, who roared with laughter at that.

The man she was sitting on grunted and wrapped his arms tightly around Carrie's chest as he began to spasm. As soon as he did, the man to her right said, "My turn!" and grabbed Carrie, pulling her onto his lap.

My face turned bright red with anger and jealousy. I would have killed every one of those men on the spot if I could have. I reached for Carrie to pull her out of the tub, but a large Hispanic kid grabbed my hand and pulled hard. It was all I could do to keep from being pulled into the tub in my suit, and I came down hard on the deck, ripping my trousers and bloodying my knee. 

"What's wrong, don't you want to come in and play," said the man. 

He was no longer laughing, and had a menacing glare. I had no chance in the tub with all those athletes. But I didn't want to leave my drunken wife alone with these men while I went all the way back into the hotel to get security. I felt helpless as I watched Carrie's new partner position her over his crotch and lower her down and back up repeatedly.

"Carrie, get out of there," I yelled. 

As I tried to reach past the men to grab her arm, the Hispanic man grabbed my tie and yanked, pulling me flat on the deck. He wrapped my tie around his hand and held it, preventing me from getting up. I reached for his face, trying to claw at his eyes or anything I could reach to get him to let go of me. He grabbed my hair with his free hand and dunked my head under water. I wasn't ready for that, and hadn't had a chance to take a breath. I tore at his hand to release his grip, but he just held my head stronger. As I ran out of breath, my struggles became weaker. Finally, as it seemed as though I would drown, he lifted my head. I gasped, trying to regain my breath. 

Putting his face inches from mine, he said, "Listen dude. You're going to upset the lady. We wouldn't want that, now would we? I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to let you breath, but you gotta shut up and lay still. Otherwise, you're gonna go swimming again. Comprende?"

"YOU listen, you son of a bitch," I said, but that's as much as I got out before he dunked me again. Once again, I hadn't had a chance to take a breath, and he held me under even longer this time. After releasing all my air, I took a lot of water in my nose and mouth, and he finally let me up. Water flowed out of my nose and mouth, and it seemed forever before I was able to get any air. Finally, gasping and wheezing, I was able to breath again. That had been close. I had no strength to do anything except lie there. In the position I was in, it was even difficult to bend my neck up to see what was going on.

Carrie was now on a different man, and seemed to have forgotten that I had ever been there. She reached under the water toward the crotch of the man who she'd just gotten off, and said, "Hey, you're little now. What happened?" 

That got a big laugh from the crowd. 

"Oooh, you're big," she said, turning to the man who was now on her right. 

That got another huge laugh. The man under Carrie began moving her up and down in the water more quickly, then he too spasmed and grunted while holding Carrie tightly. 

"I'm getting hot in here, and I'm thirsty," Carrie said, before another man could claim her. 

"Here's your wine," one of the boys said, handing her a half full glass of wine.

She drained most of the wine in the glass in one gulp, as though she was drinking water. The man whose turn was next stood up and helped Carrie up. 

"Just put your knees here, and leave your upper body out of the water for a while to cool down," he said.

He turned her around, and she knelt on her knees on the bench seat where she'd been sitting. He was a big black boy, at least 6'2" and 225 pounds, and he easily moved her into position. As he pulled her butt toward him, she bent over at the waist and lay her head on her arms on the deck, while arching her back to offer her butt. The man positioned his dick at the opening to her pussy and began pushing. It was only now that I realized that Carrie wasn't wearing panties, and that the men were penetrating her. When I hadn't seen her panties, I had just assumed, for some reason, that she was still wearing them. My heart sank even further in my stomach, and it felt as though I had been punched in the gut. I thought I was going to be sick as I watched the large man humping my wife while reaching around and fondling her little titties. Within five minutes he began to penetrate deeply and violently, and quickened his thrusts. Carrie was grunting as this huge man pounded into her. All of a sudden his body shuddered and his knees buckled as he began to cum in my wife. He barely had a chance to pull out of my wife before he was replaced by another boy. 

"JR, come give me a break," said the large Hispanic man who had me by the neck.

"What do you want me to do with this old guy," said the black man who had just gotten off my wife.

"Just hold him tight by the tie, and he'll be ok. If he tries to make any noise or move, that means he wants his head dunked underwater for three or four minutes."

"OK," said the black man, as he wrapped my tie around his hand. He put his face inches from mine and said, "Now grandpa, you aren't gonna make any trouble, are you?"

I shook my head, helpless against these much larger and stronger boys. The big Hispanic man then cut in the line that had formed waiting their turn, which by now was down to three more boys.

"Hey, wait your turn. You've already had one turn, I haven't had any," said the kid who had been moved aside.

"I don't care, I'm taking another turn," said the big brute.

"Hey guys, it's twenty minutes till curfew, the coach will be checking rooms," said one of the other boys, as he put his suit back on and got out of the tub.

"Damn, there won't be time by the time Tito finishes with her," complained one of the kids waiting in line. He moved to the edge of the pool near Carrie, lifted her upper body, and scooted over until his stiff dick was underneath Carrie's face. Grabbing her head with both hands, he slowly lowered her mouth onto his dick, then began lifting and lowering her head as he fucked her face.

The man inside Carrie's pussy grunted and spasmed as he sprayed inside her. He barely had time to finish before Tito pushed him aside and took his place. Most of the boys took only a couple of minutes to cum, but Tito had already relieved himself once in Carrie. After five minutes of rhythmically pumping her, the boy on the side of the pool shot his load in Carrie's mouth. She was unprepared, and as the spray hit the back of her throat, she choked and gagged, spitting the cum onto the boy's lap. The other boys roared their approval at this as the kid got back in the tub to wash away the mess.

"The scrawny titless cunt doesn't even know how to take a real man," he said, as the other boys laughed and made fun of my wife.

Still Tito continued grinding Carrie's pussy, and she began moaning. Putting a hand between her legs, she started rubbing. Another kid waiting his turn sat on the edge of the tub and positioned his dick in Carrie's mouth. She held his dick with one hand, sucking and licking it while rubbing her pussy with the other hand.

The last kid in line sat on the edge of the tub near Carrie, waiting his turn. When the dick in her mouth began to twitch, Carrie was ready this time. With the first spray that began to come out, she quickly pulled it out of her mouth and stroked it as it sprayed her forehead and hair. The kid next to her immediately pulled her over onto his lap and began getting the same treatment. I could hear the sucking and slurping sounds Carrie was making, and he leaned back and closed his eyes. 

Just then Tito grabbed her around the waist and pulled her closer, holding her tightly. He quit humping and his body stiffened, then he grunted loudly. 

"AAAwwww Umpphhh."

Carrie had been working on her pussy for ten minutes. Tito's orgasm took her over the edge, and she came loudly, releasing her hold on the boy's cock she'd been sucking.

"Ummm, Ummm, Ummm, UMMMM, AAWWWWmm," she moaned.

The boy who had been getting the blow job got into the tub and took Tito's place. Carrie was still panting and hadn't even finished her orgasm when the boy entered her. He pumped less than a minute before coming.

Then, as quick as that, the boys were gone. Carrie sank down onto the seat of the tub. I grabbed Carrie and helped her out of the tub, drying her with a towel that had been left behind. I didn't even try to dress her; she was almost comatose. I wrapped the towel around her, covered her with my suit coat, grabbed her dress and pearls and made for the hotel. Fortunately, I didn't see anybody I knew on the way to our room.

I let her flop on the bed, then went into the bathroom to assess the damage. My knees were bloody, my ribs hurt where I'd fallen on the deck, and my neck and shoulders were sore, but otherwise I was unhurt. I took a quick shower, put on a hotel robe, then went to attend to my wife. I could see a pool of semen that had dribbled out of her pussy onto the bedspread. 

"Come on," I said, pulling her to her feet. "I think you need cleaning up." 

I didn't trust her not to fall in the shower, so I pulled a nice hot bath and helped her into it. She appeared to be unconscious, but I allowed her to soak for a good while, watching to make sure she didn't slip under the water. Helping her out, I dried her off. She was totally unable to stand on her own or walk, so I carried her back to the bed and lay her down on her back, naked. She had always seemed so demure and proper. I just couldn't get the thought of all those men gang raping her out of my head. As angry and jealous as I was, I was also beginning to get very hard. 

No longer in a state of arousal, Carrie's outer lips had closed over her pussy until it was just a small slit. I grabbed the vibrator that we had brought from home "just in case" we got an opportunity, and put some lubricant on it. I gently began rubbing it up and down her slit with it turned on low. Though Carrie showed no signs of movement, her lips gradually began to open, revealing her pussy. I continued to gently work up and down the length of her pussy. By now she was aroused enough that I could work a lubricated finger, then two, into her cunt. Turning up the vibrator to its highest setting, I concentrated it directly on Carrie's clit. Carrie began to moan and move in rhythm with my fingers, which were slowly rubbing the upper wall of her pussy directly under her clit. She was getting louder and louder, but her eyes were still closed. Her breathing become quicker. She was now panting, almost whimpering as she neared an orgasm. 

Suddenly Carrie's whole body stiffened, her upper body rose off the bed slightly and she began grunting loudly. "Unghh, Unghh, UNNGGHH!". With that last grunt, she collapsed back down onto the bed and her whole body began shaking as she continued moaning, now more quietly. "Aaahhh. Aaahhh. Aaahhh, ahhh, ummm, uuum." 

When I removed my fingers from her pussy, I could see her pussy continuing to spasm with contractions for another 20 seconds or more. As her pussy contracted, yet more semen dribbled onto the bed, even though she'd soaked in the bath for a good twenty minutes.

Before her contractions had even stopped, I'd pushed Carrie onto her side, positioned my dick between her legs, and begun working it into her slippery cunt from behind. I penetrated all the way, then pulled my dick completely out of her. As the head popped out of Carrie's pussy, she made a little whimpering sound. I pushed it back in, penetrating all the way, then pulled it out again. Each time I did so, Carrie's pussy was less and less lubricated. By the fifth penetration, Carrie's pussy was so tight I could only get my dick halfway in, and I erupted inside her, unable to move in or out until my dick began to soften.

It took Carrie two days to get over her hangover. We've never spoke of this since, and the following year I was with a different company.



Sales Promotion



(I based this story on a thread Sim8425 and I wrote for a CHYOO.com story called “A Highschool Fantasy.”) 

"You head off to work. I'll be fine," Dan told his stepmother, Christine, acting as ill as possible. His erection was still raging. He faked a harsh cough to add to the illusion of being sick. She was buying every minute of his deceit.

Dan had been masturbating before heading off to high school, and his step-mom had interrupted him. He had barely managed to throw the covers over his groin. He was, however, a little sweaty and overheated from his exertions on his cock, and there was no way to hide that. Fortunately, she had suggested that he might be sick and should stay home from school. Since it was spring of his senior year and he was eighteen, he jumped at the chance to stay home alone all day. He just needed to convince her that she did not need to stay home to take care of him.

"Yeah, why am I worrying so much? You can take care of yourself," she said with soft eyes, gently smiling. She hugged him, incidentally pressing her warm breasts against his body. He could smell the heady aroma of her perfume. Dan's stepmother was very good-looking, only ten years older than he was. She kept fit in the company health center at lunch, so her body was well toned, accentuating her full breasts. Her face was usually smiling. His mom had died when he was young, and his dad had remarried a younger woman a few years later. When his dad ended up in jail for tax evasion, Christine had gotten full custody.

Sadly, the hug ended as she straightened up and softly kissed him on the forehead. Dan watched her round ass sway sexily, as she walked out of his room. "Damn, she is fine," he quietly whispered to himself.

"Bye," he heard her yell from the front door. 

"Yes!” he said to himself, pumping his fist. “Now I have the day to do whatever I want." There were so many things that he had in mind. First, he wanted to take care of his little problem and release some stress. He eagerly trailed his hand down to his large erection, grabbing and slowly rubbing himself. After a few minutes attention and a fantasy of his step-mom, he was getting very close to spraying his load. The door chime rang out sharply, ruining his concentration. Damn that doorbell, he thought to himself angrily. Stupid fucking thing. He quickly and clumsily got dressed, and he rushed to the door.

He unlocked the door, and, when he opened it, he saw an attractive woman standing there in a tight red t-shirt and short black leather skirt, carrying a small suitcase.

"Hi, I was wondering if you would like to purchase some of these fabulous kitchen utensils. They can spice up anyone's cooking life," the sales woman quickly blurted out, sounding a little rushed and unpracticed.

"Um," he said, unable to speak, as he was still putting together what she had said so fast. "I don't think so," he responded, once his brain caught up to his ears.

She eyed him with disappointment. Dan looked her over briefly; she was certainly attractive. She was medium height, maybe six inches shorter than he was. Other than the red t-shirt and leather skirt, she wore a matching pair of black, leather boots. She had a cute face with big blue eyes and full red lips. Her sandy brown hair fell just to her shoulders. Her grapefruit-sized breasts stretched her shirt a bit. He liked the look of her.

"Could I at least give you a presentation?" she begged him. Her expression was pleading for his acceptance of her offer. How could he turn down a beautiful woman?

"Yeah sure," he said, even though the decision of buying her crap was not even his to make. 

"Thank you," she said, sighing in relief. She still seemed very worried, though.

He let her inside, shut the door behind her, and motioned her over to the couch. She opened up her suitcase on the coffee table and explained what each utensil did and how it was better than the average. After fifteen minutes, he was starting to regret his decision to let her in, because she was wasting his free day off. At least she was good-looking, and Dan entertained himself by staring at her tits and imagining what he wanted to do to her. Damn, wouldn't it be great to play with those marvelous knockers? he thought. He also noticed that her nipples were poking through the soft, red material of her shirt. Does she wear a bra? he pondered.

Half an hour went by. It seemed she had tried every trick in the book to get him to buy. He refused her deals each time. Damn, this woman is persistent, he thought to himself. Will she ever give up?

Suddenly, the sales woman broke down, sobbing. "You see, I have to make at least five sales today or I'll get fired," she explained through her tears. He stared into her face. Her moist eyes were looking directly into his. She fidgeted self-consciously, crossing her arms over her body and pushing up her lovely cleavage.

"Well, what am I supposed to do?" he responded, hoping that she would just leave.

"You need to understand, I really need this sale. Is there anything *extra*, you'd want?" she asked him with an anxious smile on her face.

He could not believe what she had just said. Is she insinuating sexual favors? he thought. Would this hot woman seriously do such a thing? She watched him eagerly, awaiting his response.

"*Anything* extra?" he asked with what he hoped was a sexy grin.

She straightened her back, which thrust her tits nicely out in front of her. She sure knew how to use her assets. "Would you buy a full set of utensils," she questioned, looking directly at the bulge in his pants, leftover from the fantasies stirred up by ogling her during her presentation, "if I relieved some of your 'tension'?"

He could not believe she had actually asked directly. Dan was going to kind of dance around the topic. She seemed a little relieved that he did not get angry at her sexual proposition, but was still very worried. She must have been extremely desperate to make the sale. She bit her lower lip tensely, anticipating his response.

"How much is a full set?" he asked.

"Forty dollars. If you buy, you won't regret it," she said, trying to sound seductive. She leaned forward and rubbed her hand over his crotch. A deep blush of embarrassment immediately invaded her face. She was now pushing her luck, trying to finalize the sale.

He remembered that he had saved some money from his work at a fast food joint. "You've got yourself a deal," he found himself saying. Besides, his step-mom needed some new kitchen utensils. 

She quickly knelt on the carpet. She hesitantly grabbed his erection through his pants, giving it a light squeeze. With trembling hands, she unsnapped his jeans and unzipped the zipper. His hard-on popped up, pressing strongly against his boxers. She carefully grabbed it through the soft material. He leaned in and fondled her tits through her tight red t-shirt. Indeed, she was not wearing a bra. When he rubbed his thumbs over her firm nipples, she softly moaned. She pulled down on his pants and boxers next; he lifted his hips off the couch to help. His rigid manhood sprang out at full attention. She bent forward and licked the tip with her silky tongue. His penis quivered with anticipation, a drop of pre-cum welling up at the tip. As he watched, she licked it from the bottom to the tip, just like a lollipop, leaving a trail of wetness.

Her soft eyes locked on his hard cock as if hypnotized. She slowly slid the head between her lips, her tongue swirling around the underside. She swallowed more and more of his length until she had about half of his penis in her hot, wet mouth. Her tongue and lips felt amazing around his stiff member. He squeezed her breasts and occasionally flicked his fingertips across her hard nipples, eliciting moans from her throat. The sales woman relaxed her mouth and throat, and proceeded to take the rest of his erection down. She buried her nose deep in his pubic hair. She swallowed hard, and her throat gripped the head delightfully. He had never before had someone deep throat him, and the sensation was unbelievably exciting. She slowly pulled back, sucking hard as his organ emerged from her wet mouth. She then enveloped him once again, as her head bobbed up and down. He tilted his head back and moaned.

"Ooh, that feels great. Suck that cock!" he encouraged.

He continued groping her soft boobs while she bounced on his dick. He must have had some effect on her, because her breathing had grown ragged and her groans became louder and more frequent. Suddenly, she pulled her head up, her lips smacking loudly as his cock slipped from her hot mouth. She looked up at him with her face blushed a deep shade of red.

"If you buy another set, I'll go even further..." she boldly propositioned, her breathing husky and deep. She awaited his answer, severely flushed. Caught up in the moment, he nodded his head in agreement.

She slowly stood up and reached under her leather skirt with trembling hands, pulling a pair of red thong panties off and tossing them to the floor. They looked a little moist to him. She rolled up her leather skirt, exposing a neatly trimmed, dark bush. She moved up onto the couch, straddling him, her hands grasping onto his shoulders for support, and his dick rubbing right over her pussy lips. Her eyes glared into his passionately. He felt her heat against the hardness of his cock. They both moaned in unison as he pushed her red t-shirt up, over her round tits. He leaned forward and took one of her soft breasts in his mouth. His tongue rapidly flicked over her rock-hard nipple. She groaned louder while she rubbed her burning wet snatch up and down his shaft, spreading her lubricating juice upon it.

"Are you ready?" she softly asked, as her eyes burned into his.

"Yeah," he weakly gasped, as he lifted his hips up and pulled her down, his cock impaling her slick, steaming cunt. Her skirt fell down, back in place due to the swift motion. He moved his hands under her skirt, firmly grasping her soft ass cheeks.

She gasped and arched her back from the penetration. He latched onto a nipple and sucked hard. She lifted herself up and dropped rapidly on his stiff member. The sensation was fantastic, as he felt every ripple in her hot pussy. The leather of her skirt tickled his body, as he pounded his hips up into her as she came down.

She shouted in ecstasy, her breath coming in pants and gasps. He twisted on the couch, so that he was lying down and she was on top of him. The added leverage let her rock up and down faster and easier on his penis. He moved his hands from her jiggling ass to her bouncing breasts. He aggressively squeezed her tits together, leaning up to take both nipples in his mouth at once. Without warning, she screamed and clamped down on his cock, her orgasm coming as a surprise to her as well. Dan struggled to maintain control, closing his eyes and thinking about baseball. Her pussy tightly gripped his dick as it convulsed with pleasure. Her moans and screams filled the room. He kept pounding up into her, while roughly pinching her nipples. Exhausted, she leaned on him, as her orgasm subsided. Somehow, he had managed not to climax. 

He pulled out of her dripping snatch, and slipped out from under her by rolling her over on the couch. 

"What are you up to?" she asked languorously. 

"Just changing positions." 

She looked back at him as he pulled her hips over the edge of the couch. She was now kneeling, bent over the seat of the couch. He rolled her leather skirt up, over her waist. Her round ass jiggled gracefully as he gave it a light spank. She purred as he ran his hands roughly over her firm buttocks. He spread her legs apart and ran his fingers through her slippery slit, while she moaned and rolled her neck back. He lined his cock up with her slick pussy lips, rubbing up and down her entire slot. His knees bumped into her black boots; they looked very sexy with her upturned skirt. She pushed her soft butt back into him. He grabbed her hips and pulled back on them at the same time, thrusting forward into her burning cunt.

She shouted out in pleasure as his cock filled her hot crevice. He started a slow rhythm, stroking in and out of her tight, slick pussy. She pushed back with every stroke. As he glided back and forth, he reached under her and grabbed her hanging breasts, pinching her nipples hard. She gasped. He kept pounding into her body, his thighs and balls loudly slapping against her jiggling ass. After all the recent stimulation, he finally felt his penis tingling with his oncoming climax. He twisted her erect nipples and kneaded her swinging tits relentlessly. She groaned and wailed loudly, her hands gripping the fabric of the couch tightly. She lowered her head and rested it on the couch, her face awash with pleasure. He was near to shooting his wad into her.

He pounded his cock hard into her steaming cunt. Her moans turned into growls. She screamed as another wild orgasm overtook her body. Her writhing form and clenching tunnel pushed him over the edge. His stiff sex organ exploded inside her snatch, filling it with creamy goodness. He shouted with ecstasy toward the ceiling. Their combined love juices dripped down her smooth leg as he continued pumping into her. Her wails finally subsided. He withdrew his deflating manhood from her quivering slit. They both collapsed on the couch, their chests heaving due to the sexual effort. The musky, erotic scent of sex filled the room.

"That was amazing. I can't remember the last time I came twice so quickly," she said with excitement.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I certainly did," he responded, his voice heavy with exhaustion.

After about five minutes of cuddling in the afterglow, she rose and packed up her demo kitchen tools. She then picked up her thong. He wrote her a check from his account. He handed it to her with a big grin. She smiled sexily in return and handed him two cases of utensils.

"Thank you for you purchase. I hope you're satisfied," she said playfully, a big grin plastered on her face. She then handed him her thong as a souvenir.

"I'm quite satisfied. If you keep up this sales tactic, I'm sure you'll keep your job," he jokingly answered. She raised an eyebrow at his comment, kissed him lightly on the lips, and then turned and left.

After her departure, he said aloud to nobody in particular, "The best eighty dollars I've ever spent!" He headed toward the kitchen; his frolic with the sales woman had stimulated his appetite. “Hey, I don’t even know her name.”

*********************** 

The regional sales director for Gourmet Kitchen Products looked over his monthly report. He was concerned about a few of his sales reps’ performance. Looking down the columns of the last two months sales divided by rep, his eyes bugged out at one entry. One sales rep had gone from nearly dead last to third from the top in one month. He checked the name so he remembered to talk to her. This woman definitely deserved his recognition at the next regional sales dinner. He would have to ask her what she changed in her sales pitch to make a turnaround that quickly. Maybe a promotion was in order.



Sales Team



A sincere thanks to LadyCibelle who helped me with this story.

*

It was a hot and muggy Atlanta summer day as I slowly walked to the second floor of my apartment complex. The morning had gone well; five sales calls and two of those turned out to be winners. My commission check would be a big one next month.

It was a relatively new apartment complex—a lot of singles and parties—and I was glad I had decided to splurge and rent the two-bedroom model. I rationalized at the time that the second bedroom would be my office and vaguely I thought I might get a tax write-off also. The small gym and large pool made meeting other singles easy.

In my first four months at the apartment it was relatively easy to get dates. All the single women wanted to test out the new tenant. However, from my view, none of the women seemed to be keepers, so I kept my options open and continued to party hard.

I kept in shape at the gym and worked hard in my sales territory, which paid off both in money and attracted the attention of the regional sales manager who spotted my sales volume.

Life was good and uncomplicated.

My head was down as I daydreamed about spending my well earned money when I heard someone knocking on a door. At first I thought it was my apartment, but it was Carol's door, which was two apartments down from mine. 

A woman stood in front of Carol's door and knocked again. She was about five-foot seven-inches tall with dirty blond hair. She wore a somewhat heavy skirt and coat over a blouse that must have been warm in the summer heat. A small, black rolling suitcase was next to her.

I walked up and said, "Hi."

She jumped and turned towards me; I had surprised her.

"Hey, I'm sorry I startled you. Are you looking for Carol?"

She looked at me before answering. I could see her face clearly now. Along with the dirty blond hair she had blue eyes, high cheek bones and a pixy nose. Those attractive body parts were marred by the sweat on her face, hair in disarray that needed washing, and a body frame that suggested too skinny. She was obviously exhausted.

She had a low, sexy-sounding voice as she answered, "I'm a friend of Carol's and came for the weekend to visit her, but she isn't home even though I told her when I would get here."

I replied, "I'm a friend of Carol's and live two doors down. Carol's mom had a heart attack two days ago and Carol rushed home to Chicago to be with her. I guess she forgot to call you." 

"Oh shit," she whispered. 

Selling is my occupation and reading people comes with the job. I looked at this woman's face and saw disappointment turning into despair with a tinge of panic. I thought, "She's seconds away from tears or worse."

Impulsively I blurted, "I'm Phil Stockton. Why don't you come to my place and have a cold drink?"

She stared at my face, but it was obvious she hadn't heard me. Panic was now winning over despair.

I grabbed her arm and suitcase and pulled her towards my apartment. She didn't resist. 

I sat her in a kitchen chair, turned down the thermostat to seventy, and filled a glass with ice and water. She took the glass and drained it. I refilled it and sat across from her.

"It's none of my business, but my guess is that you need a friend right now."

She stared at the table top and nodded her head. The first tears ran down her face.

"Hey, my name is Phil; what's yours?"

"Holly," she whispered.

"Well Holly, things can't be that bad."

She lifted her head and looked at me. The tears had highlighted her blue eyes. She blushed and stammered, "I've spent the last two days on five different buses. The only possessions I have are in my suitcase and I used the rest of my money to pay for the taxi to get here, and I look and feel like shit."

I quickly said with a smile, "Holly, don't hold back. Just really tell me about your serious problems."

I saw her first, brief smile, but then she lowered her face and stared again at the table.

"Holly, look at me."

She raised her head and stared at me.

"This is not the time to make decisions or even talk about them. I have a sofa bed in my office. You're going to take the longest, hottest shower of your life and then take a nap. I'll get you some towels and a robe and there is a clean toothbrush and shampoo in the guest bathroom. By the time you get out of the shower, I'll be gone making some sales calls. I'll wake you when I get back and we'll have dinner here. Then with a glass of wine or two along with the food, you're going back to bed and sleep until morning. Then we'll talk about your minor problems."

"I can't..."

"Holly, you will. Now stand up and follow me."

Like a little kid she stood up and followed me. I pointed out the office bedroom, the bathroom, and showed her the towels and robe.

"Take your shower. When you're through, your bed will be open and made. I'm taking the phone off the hook and the front door will be locked. I'll wake you at dinner time."

Without a word she walked into the bathroom and shut the door.

I quickly opened the bed. The sheets were clean and I took two pillows and a light blanket from the closet and placed them on the bed.

As I took her suitcase from the kitchen to the office, I heard the shower water start. I left the apartment and double locked the door.

Holly must have been a lucky charm for me—three more sales calls and one more winner. This day had been the best sales day in my career.

After the third sales call I went to my local bar and sipped some beers waiting for the time to pass and wondering about my current situation. She was obviously in a tough spot with an unknown background. She wasn't skinny by choice; it was that she hadn't been eating much. I wondered if she was tough enough to rebound from whatever or whoever had slammed her.

Eventually, I left the bar and went to the grocery store. Two huge steaks, baking potatoes, sour cream, butter, and the ingredients for a salad seemed to be the right combination.

I quietly let myself into my apartment. In the kitchen I turned on the oven and popped in the baking potatoes. 

The door to the office was half open. I went to it and looked inside. Holly was sleeping with her back to the door. The sheet had fallen to below her waist; it was obvious she was sleeping nude. 

I stared at her naked back and then down to the swell of her bare hips and the top of her ass. Maybe it's just me but a female's bare back is an extremely erotic picture; nature has a way of taking over—my cock was hard and my thoughts were not pure.

"You really are an asshole Phil," I thought to myself. 

I quietly shut the door and went back to the kitchen. One hour later the salad was made, the white wine chilled, the red wine open and breathing, and the charcoals in the barbecue were lit.

I went to the office and knocked. "Holly, wake up," I yelled.

Nothing.

Twice more I tried with the same result.

I opened the door and looked in. She had rolled over and was now on her side facing me. The sheet was still down by her waist and I saw her naked breasts. They were bigger than I had expected with small areolas and somewhat large nipples that were now soft.

I walked up the bed and pulled the sheet up to her neck. Her face, without the stress of her problems, was relaxed and prettier than I first thought.

I stepped back to the door and knocked loudly and yelled, "Holly, time to eat."

Finally she stirred and muttered, "Wanna sleep."

"Holly, open your eyes."

Her eyes finally squinted open. I could tell she remembered me.

I said, "I know you're tired, but you are hungry too. Go wash your face and come out to the kitchen. The steaks will be ready in twenty minutes. Are you going to get up?"

"But I'm really sleepy," she whined.

I repeated, "Dinner in twenty minutes. If I don't see you in the kitchen in five minutes, I'm going to find out how ticklish you are."

He eyes popped open. "You wouldn't?"

I grinned and replied, "I don't think you want to find out."

I closed the door and went back to the kitchen. A minute later I heard her door open and she went into the bathroom.

A few minutes later she entered the kitchen. She had brushed her hair that had regained some gloss from the shampoo. She was wearing a T-shirt with Daffy Duck on the front. The shirt was short exposing two inches of her flat stomach. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. She had jogging shorts on and was barefoot.

She smiled shyly at me and said, "I really want to thank you..."

"Holly," I interrupted, "No serious discussion tonight. Just relax and enjoy the food and we'll talk in the morning. Okay?"

She nodded her understanding.

I asked, "White wine, red wine, a drink, or just water?"

"White wine please."

As I poured her wine I asked, "Do you want your steak medium rare or medium; if past medium, you have to cook it yourself since that is a mortal sin?"

She giggled, "Medium rare sir."

"Butter or sour cream or both on your potato."

She giggled again, "Both please, Mr. Boss."

I poured a glass of white for myself and sat down. I said, "I want you to know that right now you are my good luck charm. I'm a salesman and today I made more sales than I've made in the last three weeks, which means one fat commission check a few weeks from now. So we're celebrating with good wine and steaks.

"My name is Phil. I'm twenty-five; never married, but close twice before I got smart; I'm six-feet tall and tend to get fat when I don't work out in the gym. I barely got through college because I never saw a party I didn't like.

"I fall in love often, but cupid only nicks me with the arrows since I fall out of love just as often.

"I can tell a million jokes, but sometimes get tongue tied when asked serious things by pretty females."

She giggled, "I'm twenty-three and..."

I interrupted, "That's all I want to know tonight—you're twenty-three, pretty and female."

"Not even curious?" she asked.

"Oh very curious, but now it's time to cook and eat. We talk tomorrow. I'll be out with the steaks. You set the table, get out the salad and dressing. Take the potatoes out of the oven in five minutes and get the sour cream and butter out of the frig."

She laughed and gave me a mock salute, "Yes Boss."

"And when you're done, join me on the balcony with the wine bottle. My glass will be very empty by then."

She grinned and went to work as I took the steaks to the barbecue.

The balcony looked out over the Buckhead area and as the steaks were cooking I watched the traffic converging to the restaurants and shows in Buckhead. It was the beginning of the weekend, and people were starting early. I felt her presence behind me and turned.

"Your servant with more wine," she deadpanned.

"About time."

She poured the wine into my glass and then poured the rest of the white wine into her glass.

She looked at me, but said nothing at first. Then, "I really..."

"Tomorrow Holly. Tonight your job is to eat a lot, get slightly drunk...no tipsy is the right word, and then catch up on your sleep."

She answered, "Okay, but I just want to say your bark and bite are nothing—you're a nice person."

The steaks were done and we went to the kitchen. I poured the first of the red wine into a clean wine glass for Holly and we ate. I purposely bought very large steaks. Holly had said they were way too big for her, but once she started eating, she never stopped. Her steak, potato and salad with more red wine all disappeared. I thought, "She hasn't eaten in days."

Finally the meal was done. She looked at me embarrassed and said, "I made a pig out of myself. The steak was wonderful, but I didn't even try to talk to you."

I reached for the wine and poured each of us a half glass which killed the bottle. I made a mock toast with my glass held high, "To a great steak dinner, cooked by an expert, and assisted by a person of beauty."

She giggled and then her eyes filled with tears. "Phil, that was a wonderful meal and I really want to..." and she yawned.

"Oh shit; I'm sorry to yawn at you," she slightly slurred.

"Am I still the boss?" I asked.

"Yep," she giggled.

"Stand up, go to the bathroom, and go to bed."

She stood, looked at me with teary eyes, and walked to the bathroom. Minutes later I heard her go to the office. I stood up and found the door open and looked in. Her shirt and shorts were lying next to the bed and she was on her side with her back to me. The sheet was down to her knees as I once again saw her nakedness. I could hear her quiet snores. 

I pulled the sheet up to her shoulders and quietly closed the door, cleaned up the kitchen, had two healthy drinks and went to bed. I thought, "Tomorrow should be interesting."

I'm an early morning person no matter when I go to bed, so I woke at sunrise, unsuccessfully tried to go back to sleep, and finally got up. My master bedroom has its own bath so I did my morning things, put on a clean shirt and shorts and went to the kitchen.

The office door was still closed so I stalled for about an hour sipping black coffee, reading the morning paper and then started organizing breakfast. I went to the office door and knocked.

Nothing.

"Holly, wake up."

I knocked again hard and opened the door. She was on her side facing me with the sheet up to her neck. Her eyes were full of sleep, but open and watching me.

I said, "In twenty minutes breakfast will be ready so you better get your butt out of bed, clean up and meet me in the kitchen."

"Are you always this bossy?"

I pretended to look stern and answered, "Twenty minutes."

I walked away leaving the door open. Minutes later I heard the door to the bathroom close, and then the toilet flushed. Almost twenty minutes later she walked into the kitchen wearing the same T-shirt and shorts. I noticed this time she was wearing a bra.

She sat down without talking. A large glass of milk and another of orange juice was in front of her. I put down a plate with three pieces of toast each topped with two poached eggs accompanied by about eight slices of bacon. I put a couple of bagels on a side plate with cream cheese next to her.

She said, "This is way too much food for me."

Fifteen minutes later the food was gone.

She looked embarrassed. "I ate like a pig again."

"You ate like someone who hasn't eaten right for a while."

She blushed again.

"Phil, I want to thank you..."

I interrupted, "There's a great park four blocks from here. I'll clean up the kitchen and let's walk to the park and then have our talk. It's cool right now but later it's going to be really hot, so let's enjoy the morning."

We walked to the park in comfortable silence. I'd point out something interesting every now and then, but I could tell she was getting nervous. We circled the park once along the bike path and then sat down at a picnic table in front of a large pond; ducks were swimming in the water.

It was obvious she didn't know what to say.

I asked, "What's your most serious problem?"

"I'm broke with no job."

I continued, "What's your second most serious problem?"

"I have no place to live in a strange town and have no friends."

"Do you have cancer or a serious illness?"

"No."

"Are you wanted by the police?"

"No."

"Well then," I concluded, "You have a serious short term problem, but will be fine in the long term, and you don't consider me a friend yet."

She grabbed my hand and blurted, "Shit, that was stupid of me. You saved my life yesterday; I was desperate and you took me in. I won't ever forget your kindness."

I covered her hand with mine and quietly asked, "If it will make you feel better, why don't you tell me how you ended up at my doorstep."

She talked for an hour. The first few minutes were stumbling and then everything poured out. She had grown up in a suburb of Chicago. Her father bailed out even before she was born, so she was raised by her mother. They were very poor, but her mom got her through high school and started her into junior college. During her second year of junior college, her mom had a heart attack and died.

Her emphasis in junior college was business and she quickly got a job working for a small business in Chicago. Two years and two promotions later she was starting to make it in the real business world when she met Jim. After three months Jim moved into her apartment. The plan was that they would get married as soon as they had enough money to feel comfortable.

Three months after Jim moved in he lost his job; he had been an alcoholic and had fallen off the wagon. He didn't look very hard for a new job and the small savings they had built up started to disappear. His drinking got worse; he abused her when drunk and their sex life became more like multiple rapes.

Jim came to her office drunk a week ago and demanded money in front of her coworkers and boss. They made him leave, but he yelled he would come back and kill everybody. He had so frightened her company that they told her she was fired. She received a week's severance. When she got home that afternoon she found the apartment had been torn apart in one of Jim's rages. The furniture was destroyed, all her clothes had been ripped apart, and there was an eviction notice on the door. Jim had taken the checks for rent, but never mailed them in for the last two months. 

When she went to her bank to get the past due rent money, she found out that Jim had cleaned out their account. The only favor the bank did was to cash her severance check. 

She had met Carol at a charity party about the same time she met Jim and had kept lightly in touch with her even after Carol had moved to Atlanta. She called Carol to see if she could stay with her a few days and start a new life. When she arrived in Atlanta, Carol wasn't there; I was.

Holly sat across from me at the park sobbing as she finished her story. The look of desperation had come back as she realized again the mess she was in.

Other then touching her hand, I had done nothing during her story. I wasn't sure what to do. I felt if I hugged her she would completely fall apart and be even more of an emotional cripple, but I had to give her some hope; and I was not unaware that even at this moment, I was attracted to her.

I said, "Holly, you have a big short term problem, but that's all it is. Here's what we're going to do.

"For the first week you have to get back on your feet, and in the second week we start working on finding you a job. Let's go back to the apartment and I want you to write a list of the clothes you need to buy along with other stuff that will get you through one week.

"Do you cook?"

She nodded yes.

"Fair cook or pretty good?"

"I'm pretty good," she admitted

"That makes it easy," I said. You'll stay with me for the first week. You're the official apartment cleaner and cook, except that Wednesday and Saturday we go out to eat. I'll loan you the money for what you need to buy, and you can pay me back once you start making some money." 

"Why are you being so nice to me?" she asked.

"You're my lucky charm so far on my selling, and I think behind those tears I see a good person who got unlucky," I answered.

We walked back to the apartment and she started writing her list of clothes and things. When she was done I checked the list.

"I don't see a dress for the restaurant tonight," I teased.

"Restaurant?"

"It's Saturday. We go out to eat on Wednesday and Saturday. Don't you remember?"

She added a dress to her list.

I continued, "Put down a swimming suit."

"I really don't need a swimming suit," she said.

"Well when we go down to the pool this weekend you are either going to be skinny dipping or wearing a suit...it's up to you."

She added a swimming suit to her list.

"Now make up a list of the meals you are going to cook during the week," I suggested.




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"What do you like to eat?" she asked.

"Everything."

Thirty minutes later we were ready to go shopping. We drove to the plaza and walked into the first clothing store. At first Holly was embarrassed as she bought panties, bras and other clothes, but then she wanted me to tell her what dress she should buy and what was my favorite color on her. It was kind of fun to watch Holly forget her problems for a while and enjoy herself. From the clothes she picked out I could see she had good taste.

When it came time to buy her swimming suit she timidly asked me what kind she should buy.

I said, "Holly, you have a nice body; don't hide it."

She beamed at the compliment. A not-too-conservative black bikini went into the shopping bag.

Four hours later we were done. She asked me how much she had spent. I ignored the question and lied, "I'm keeping track of every penny, so don't worry about it now."

We then went to the food stores. It was obvious she knew what she wanted. I was going to eat very well the first week.

By the time we returned home and put all the food away it was late afternoon. I told her we were going to a casual, but nice local Italian restaurant.

I was dressed in slacks and a shirt waiting for her to come out of her bedroom. She walked out and stood in front of me nervously. The light summer dress she was wearing highlighted her figure as the front displayed her shoulders and the beginning of the slope of her breasts. Her hair was arranged differently and was glossy from combing. Her light makeup accentuated her high cheek bones. I could smell the fragrance of her perfume. She was beautiful.

I teased, "I know you're beautiful, but where's Holly? She's my dinner companion for tonight."

She giggled and blushed with the compliment.

The dinner was fun. I asked her about her old job. It set her off talking and it was obvious to me that she had loved her job. The business emphasis she had taken in junior college along with three year's work experience convinced me we would have no trouble finding her a job.

For the first time she ate a normal size meal. "I'm not always a pig," she explained.

We returned home; it was obvious the day had caught up to her. She yawned as I gave her a glass of white wine.

I said, "One glass and you're history. You need sleep."

She sipped her wine. It was comfortably silent, but then I noticed she was starting to become nervous. I guessed what was coming.

She finished her drink and stared at the floor for a moment and then stood up and said, "Phil, you have been wonderful to me. I owe you so much."

She reached behind to unbutton her dress. I quickly stood up and grabbed her shoulders. She looked up at me.

"Holly," I said gently, "You're the apartment cleaner and cook until you get back on your feet, but that's all. I don't want your thanks this way. Let's stay friends for a week and then see where we are."

She looked surprised.

"I'd make love to you in a second; it's hard for me not to touch your body, but if we do have sex, I want it to be because we're attracted to each other and not as a thank you. Can you understand that?"

Her eyes filled with tears and she stood on her toes and kissed me gently on the cheek. She walked into her bedroom.

I went to bed shortly and masturbated wondering why I had become so noble—I really lusted over her body. 

When I woke the next morning, Holly was already up. When she heard me she yelled, "Fifteen minutes and the pancakes and sausage will be ready."

It was a lazy Sunday. We walked about three miles around the city for exercise and then after a late lunch I took her to the swimming pool. When she took off her light swim robe I saw her new swimming suit. Her broad shoulders and bare chest highlighted her breasts, which were barely concealed by her black top. Her stomach was flat. Her suit bottom showed a lot of her ass, which was very tight and her long slim legs were sexy. Her skin was pasty white from lack of sun.

She looked at me for approval, but then noticed my erection pushing out my suit and giggled.

"I'm speechless," I stammered.

She grinned again and sat on the lounge chair.

She put on some sun lotion and we sat there for thirty minutes or so. It was getting warm so we played in the water for a while. That is, Holly swam some laps while I sat on the steps and watched Holly. We went back to the chairs and she lay on her stomach. She asked, "Would you put lotion on my back Phil?"

I started on her neck and when I got to her shoulders she reached behind and untied the string to her top. As I continued down her back I could see and touched the edge of her breasts. When I got to her ass she opened her legs so that I could get to the inside of her thighs. I heard her sigh once, but the rest of the time I was trying to avoid my now fully erect cock from pushing into her. Finally I was done.

"Thanks Phil," she innocently said, "That really felt good."

Another forty-five minutes later we went back to the apartment. Holly needed time to prepare her first meal. She served Beef Wellington and it was fantastic. She was more than just a good cook!

After dinner we sat in front of the television. I was on my laptop researching the companies I was going to call on the next day trying to decide the best way to present my product. A few hours later Holly said she was tired and went to bed.

When she went to bed I stared at the closed bedroom door. It had been a lazy, nothing weekend, and yet, it had been one of my more enjoyable weekends since I moved to Atlanta. With that thought I went to bed.

I got up early Monday morning and drank coffee as I read the paper. Thirty minutes later Holly came into the kitchen. 

"Good morning. Can I make you breakfast?" she asked.

"Nope, just coffee for me. Breakfast during the week makes me feel too full when I go to the first calls. I only eat breakfast on weekends.

"How did you sleep Holly?"

"I slept great. When I woke up I thought for the first time in a week that I might have a chance at a life after all.

"Phil," she timidly asked, "can I have money for cleaning supplies? I looked around and if you want this apartment really clean, I need some stuff."

I handed her sixty dollars.

"I don't need that much," she protested.

"I wasn't thinking Holly. You need some walking-around money in case you need to buy something or for an emergency. I'll give you more money later."

Holly protested, "I really feel like a shit spending all your money..."

I grinned. "It's week one and I'm the boss and we have a deal. Right?"

She nodded.

"Then have a great day and wish me luck selling," I said as I got up to leave.

"Good luck Phil" was the last thing I heard as I left.

I returned to the apartment about five. As I opened the door I could smell something good cooking. Holly was in the living room reading a magazine. Her hair was wet and it was obvious she just got out of the shower. I looked around and the apartment was shining. Now I'm not a slob, but some things like dusting and polishing the furniture is just not my thing. Holly had attacked the apartment with a vengeance.

"Wow, what a great job," I said.

She grinned at me. "I'm only half done. Tomorrow is the kitchen and floor and I didn't want to go into your bedroom unless I asked you first."

"I have no secrets Holly. Go and clean everywhere. What's for dinner?"

"Osso Buco."

"What's that?" I asked.

She laughed. "It's a veal shank in a heavy gravy sauce served with saffron risotto."

I asked, "Are you a cook or a secret chef?"

She grinned at my compliment.

Tuesday was a repeat of Monday and now the apartment was really clean. I had belatedly thought about the dozen condoms in my bedside table, but then thought maybe that wasn't a bad thing for her to find. The dinner Tuesday was Chicken Cacciatore, green beans, garlic bread and a Caesar's salad. It was as good as the Osso Buco.

"What are you going to do tomorrow, since the place is absolutely clean now?" I asked.

Holly replied, "I was going to ask you where the library was and do a little reading, and maybe look in the newspaper and see what jobs are out there."

I thought for a few seconds and then asked, "Do you know how to use a laptop?"

She smiled, "Of course. I used one in high school and then took computer courses in junior college. I was on and off the computer all day for the three years I worked."

I suggested, "Then why don't you put off the library for a day and spend tomorrow with my extra laptop putting together a resume. It shouldn't be more than two pages, but be sure it includes all your computer and business experience. Once I see your resume I can start going to the companies I call on and see if they have a fit for you."

"But the newspaper has jobs advertised," she said.

"The newspaper has some legit jobs, but there are scams by headhunters and companies often lie about what the job really is. My customers won't lie to me."

She stared at me a second and then grinned. "Okay, for a second there I forgot that you're the boss this week. Right?"

I smiled and nodded. 

Before I left the next morning I set up the extra laptop and connected the low speed printer to it. That night when I returned I found a two page resume on the kitchen table. I could hear Holly's shower going. It was Wednesday and that meant eating out night.

I made a drink and sat down on the couch with the resume. I skimmed the two page resume first and then went back and read it again slowly. I was flabbergasted. Holly had come to me as a low self-esteem, desperate person who grew up poor and had a terrible one year relationship with a bum. What she forgot to say was that she was a straight A student who had excellent computer experience and three years of business that emphasized her computer expertise.

The resume was technically perfect and I could see subtle little things she did in printing the resume that only someone with a great deal of skill could pull off. It was a creative and professional document.

I was lost in thought when I heard a little cough. It was Holly presenting herself to me. It was the same dress that she wore on the previous Saturday, but she was even more beautiful wearing it. I thought that it probably was the five or six pounds that she had gained since we met. She had gone from skinny to slim and I would swear her breasts had gone up a size. 

"What do you think?" she asked looking at me.

"They're perfect," I replied without thinking.

She stared at me and then blushed red and finally giggled. "I was talking about the resume."

It was my turn to blush. I tried to recover. "The resume is extremely professional and I like it a lot. Can I get you a drink before we go; I'd like to ask you some questions about your business background?"

"A light drink would be nice," she answered.

We spent twenty minutes talking and in the first five minutes I already knew what I was going to do, but I didn't want to excite Holly so I kept my thoughts unsaid.

We had a great dinner. Holly's personality appeared. From a dirty, beat-up desperate person on the edge of despair, she had become a beautiful, witty person with a great personality. She reversed the tables on me and got me talking about my background and family. Any time I slowed down talking she nudged me with a word or grin and I was off babbling again. I thought to myself that maybe cupid had sunk the arrow in a lot deeper this time.

We were back at the apartment having a nightcap. As we sipped I said, "I'd like you to do something for me. I sell a somewhat complicated software package for small businesses. I get a good commission when I sell and install it, and if they ever upgrade to the medium size package I get a second commission. The problem is that the operating manual is big and I get a lot of complaints that it isn't clear, so I have to make a lot of come back calls so that I keep the sale. For the rest of the week would you read the manual and play with the program and tell me how my company can make it easier."

I could see I sparked her interest. She said, "Sure I'll read the manual. Is the program on the laptop I'm using?"

"Yes, it's on the computer and you can print out the examples if you want."

Holly grinned, "I'll start first thing tomorrow."

I got the manual down and laid it on the coffee table. "Here it is—all five hundred pages of it."

I finished my drink and stood up. She looked at me as I said, "I really enjoyed dinner tonight; you got me talking like a little kid and that's normally my trick.

"It's time for me to go to bed though. I have six calls tomorrow and it's going to be a long day."

Holly put her drink down and stood up next to me. She stared at me and quietly said, "You're my best and only friend Phil. I can never pay you back."

I started to say, "Holly, you're a wonderful..." but her lips covered mine and she pulled me into her. I could feel her breasts pushing against my chest as her tongue pressed against my mouth. My tongue met hers as my cock pushed into her. Holly's hands slid down my back to my ass and pulled me into her groin. The kiss lasted a minute. When it ended I was breathless, horny, and shocked.

She grinned at me and said, "That's not a thank you. That's because I like you. Okay?"

I nodded yes.

"Go to bed Phil. Sleep good and dream of me."

I nodded again and went to my bedroom, but sleep didn't come easy. Holly was getting to me. I finally fell asleep and woke about midnight to go to the bathroom. When I went back to bed I could see under the bedroom door that the lights were on in the living room. Holly was still awake.

This time I fell into a hard sleep for the rest of the night.

I woke up Thursday morning feeling great. I made coffee and had just finished the paper when Holly came into the kitchen.

"Are you sure you don't want me to make you something?"

"No Holly. Six calls today and I need to be at full speed at the first one. Thanks for asking."

A few minutes later I wished her a good day and left. In the afternoon I called her and said I was running late and would be home at least an hour later than normal. She told me the dinner would be ready whenever I was ready, and wished me luck for the rest of the day.

I walked into the apartment at seven that night. Holly was watching television news and smiled at me as I walked up to her.

I grinned, "Two sales today means I get a big commission check next month. You're still a lucky charm for me."

She grinned back. "Maybe it's because you're a good salesman Phil."

I asked, "How about a drink before dinner so I can come down a little bit from my high?" 

She nodded yes and I made the drinks. I toasted her, "To my good luck charm."

She giggled.

We sipped for a few minutes and then I asked, "Are you making much progress with the operations manual?"

"Yes." she replied. "In fact, I'm done with it."

"Holly, no one can get through those five hundred pages in a day and understand it. It just can't be done."

She smirked as she said, "Wanna bet?"

I replied, "A bet wouldn't be fair. You can't win."

She answered with a challenge in her voice. "Okay Phil, make up a list of questions or give me reports to edit or change using your software package. If I do them right by the time you get home tomorrow, you have to wash the dishes tomorrow. And I'm warning you that what I'm making is going to be super messy."

I was actually surprised and delighted with her challenge. After dinner I went through a list of the most common call back problems I had with my new customers for the last four months and chose the ten toughest and wrote them out. I showed them to Holly who asked a couple of clarification questions. 

As I went to bed that night, Holly called after me in a mocking voice, "I hope you know how to wash dishes Phil."

I woke up at one in the morning for a bathroom trip and saw that the living room lights were still on. I grinned to myself and thought that if she got five of the ten correct, I would call it a success.

She came into the kitchen the next morning. I teased, "Late night for you?"

She smiled, "Not real bad."

I only had three sales calls that day and came back at about four. Holly was in the kitchen cooking. She yelled, "Hi, I'll be right out."

She walked into the living room. A smudge of flour was on her forehead and nose. "I haven't made this in a long time, and it's really messy in there."

"Who's going to clean it up?" I asked.

"Why you, of course," she smirked. "But there is one problem we have to talk about first."

"What?"

"One of the test questions couldn't be done right because there is an error in the software."

"Impossible," I said.

"Wanna bet?"

"Sure," I answered.

Holly giggled, "If I'm right that there is a software error, you wash the dishes tonight and Sunday night too."

"Deal," I agreed not realizing I didn't even ask what I would win if Holly was wrong.

Short story: She nailed the first nine examples perfectly showing me what she did and printing out the final products. On the tenth problem she showed me where the software forgot to carry over a column, but then she showed me how to get around the problem.

I was amazed and delighted, and made no effort to conceal my surprise. She relished in my praise. It was obvious that my happiness in her getting the problems correct was a huge upper for her.

I asked, "How late were you up last night?"

She looked a little sheepish and muttered, "Maybe about five this morning."

"Holly..."

She interrupted, "I hate to lose a bet. You didn't say I had to sleep last night."

I just grinned and shook my head.

Holly took mercy on me and helped me clean up after dinner. Thank god for little favors—she used more dishes than I knew I owned. However, the meal was one of her best. Shortly later she decided to crash and recover from no sleep the previous night.

She cooked breakfast the next morning and after the kitchen was clean I suggested we walk to the park. We circled it once and found ourselves at the same table that we sat at a week earlier. Probably the ducks swimming in the pond were the same too.

"Don't you think week one went well?" I asked.

"It was perfect," she said.

Want to know about week two?"

She nodded watching me, but then put her hand on top of mine and said, "Before you start I have to tell you something. Wednesday morning I saw Carol. She got back late Tuesday night, and her mom is going to live. She was really embarrassed that she forgot about me, and asked if I would stay with her now.

"I said no."

Holly stared at me waiting to see me reaction.

"Good answer," I replied watching her grin with relief.

"Now first of all," I continued, "This is another shopping day." At a minimum you need to buy another summer dress, and something appropriate for business calls."

"I have a dress," countered Holly.

"Holly, you have one dress and you look beautiful in it, but you wore it twice now and I think it would be nice to see you in a different dress tonight. 

"And you forgot; who's the boss?"

"You," she grinned.

"But what about the business clothes?" she continued.

"Well, that's week two," I said. Week one you were apartment cleaner and cook. Week two we share cooking because you're going to be working a little."

"Doing what?" she asked.

"Holly, I've been thinking about this since the moment I saw your resume. I make money by selling the software package, but selling the product involves two things. The first is the actual sale and I can do that with one or two calls on the customer. The second is getting the customer on board to use it. He has sixty days to reject the product and if he does, I lose the commission. So I have to go back five or six times to show them how to install it and use it correctly. A lot of times the employees haven't even read the manual.




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"So instead of making new sales, the majority of my time is spent holding on to the sales I've made. So my brainstorm is to have you follow up on some of the installations and call backs, which will give me more time to sell and make money."

"Do you think I can do that?" asked Holly with a nervous frown on her face.

"I'm positive you can," I answered. "Monday morning I'm taking you to an old customer of mine. He bought the product a year ago, but just lost two key employees and they're having trouble with the new employees getting comfortable with the software. 

"He's a really good guy and I would do it anyway since his company is growing fast and a year or two from now he might buy the upgraded version, so it's good business to help him anyway."

"Will you be with me?" she asked.

"I'll introduce you to the owner and hang around for a few minutes. When it feels right, I'll take off and make a couple of sales calls and pick you up at noon."

"Are you sure I can do it?" insisted Holly.

"Absolutely," I replied, and to repeat, who's the boss?"

"You are," she answered.

"Bosses are never wrong, even when they are wrong. It's rule number one in business," 

I concluded, "Let's go shopping."

We went back to the Plaza and started looking at dresses and work clothes. She found another nice summer dress that showed a little more skin than the first one. I was all for it. For her business call on Monday she bought a silk blouse, blended jacket and a blended cotton skirt. It was the perfect professional outfit for her. 

The rest of the day went by quickly. The dinner in the Plaza was great and Holly held my hand as we walked home.

Sunday was a repeat of the previous Sunday; a great breakfast and then pool time. As I rubbed the lotion into Holly's naked back and legs I could feel her body tremble with pleasure.

Sunday dinner was a prime rib roast cooked medium rare. We had an excellent meal and once again Holly took mercy on me and helped with the clean up.

As we watched television later that night she was again becoming nervous about her first business call the next morning. 

"Do the best you can, and everything will be fine," I told her.

I didn't tell her that the owner of the company and I had become good friends after I sold him the software package. I told him that I was bringing a rookie over so he shouldn't be too tough on her, but that I wanted his opinion on how she handled herself. I assured him that whatever she didn't cover, I would do a follow up and get his people on board.

Monday morning I drove Holly over to the company. She looked professional, but she was nervous. We were shown into the owner's office where I introduced Holly to him. We talked for a few minutes and then he called two people into his office and said, "This is Holly McDaniels. She's going to show you how to solve the problems you're having with the business software."

Holly greeted them warmly, gave me a quick, nervous look and followed them out of the office.

The owner looked at me after she left and said, "Phil, I don't know if she knows shit about your product, but she is one hot looking lady. Have you known her long?"

"Just met her a week ago," I answered. "She seems to be smart and I guess you could call her pretty."

He rolled his eyes and snorted. "You need glasses."

I left shortly afterward and made two comeback calls for sales I had made the previous month. Both companies were having trouble learning the software and I knew I had to work with them or lose my commission.

I returned to Holly's company a little before noon. I walked into the owner's office and asked about his impression of Holly.

"You sandbagged me Phil. She knows more about the product than you do and can she teach. My people love her. She isn't going to take over your sales territory or something like that, is she?

I grinned in relief. "So she did well?"

"That isn't the word for it...she was great. And if this was a sneaky way to try to get me to buy the upgrade, it won't work. We're a year away at least if we keep growing like we've been."

I replied, "No, I wouldn't do that to you. I really did want to see how she handled herself in the field."

He snorted, "Don't turn your back on her—she might end up selling more than you in a couple of years."

We were in the car driving to a restaurant for a sandwich. I asked, "How did it go?"

She grinned and said, "I think it went really good. Both those people wanted to learn and as soon as I showed them how to get through the manual, they picked up things easy.

"They asked for my phone number in case they got stuck, but I doubt they will. It was fun.

"What did the owner think of me?"

I teased, "The owner told me you're going to sell more than me in a year or two. He thinks you're fantastic.

"Oh I almost forgot, he thinks you're pretty too."

She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes for a second and then laughed. She quietly said, "I really think I can help you."

I answered, "I think you can too. How serious do you want to be about this?"

She looked at me with a hard look on her face and said, "I owe you a fortune, I'm broke, and the only fun in my life for the last three years was my job that I lost. I want to start my life again, and I think I can help you."

At lunch I called two more customers on my comeback list and got Holly an appointment for one in early afternoon and the other later. Luckily they were only a block from each other. I gave Holly the contact person at each company and their address. After a quick lunch I dropped her off at the first place and pointed out a bar were we would meet after her second appointment.

I sat at a table in the bar where Holly would meet me. I had just called the first afternoon customer that she went to. They thought she was fantastic and all of their problems had been cleaned up in the first hour. The contact person said that he was glad to see that my company had got smart by having a support person paired with a sales person.

I called the second company. Holly had just left. If anything they were more enthusiastic about Holly. She had to research one of their problems and get back to them, but all the rest were resolved.

Holly walked in the bar and squinted trying to see if I were there. She spotted me and grinned as she walked up to the table.

"Thirsty?" I asked.

"Dying for anything cold," she answered. 

We settled on a light beer.

How do you think it went this afternoon?" I asked.

"It went good," she gushed. "Everybody was nice to me and they really appreciated that you sent me there to help them. I have to research one problem, but I think I already figured it out."

"It went better than good," I laughed. "I just talked to both companies and they loved you. You're more welcome than I am now."

She beamed at the compliment.

"Do you want to go full time as my support person?" I asked.

She nodded enthusiastically.

"I can't pay you much..."

"Phil," she interrupted. "Walking here I knew I really wanted to do this. It's a good product and I'm a good teacher. The problem is that before I can make you any money, you're going to have to spend even more on me."

"On what?"

"First, clothes. Maybe I can wear this outfit two days in a row, but that's the limit, so I have to get more business clothes and you know I'm broke. Then I'm going to need a cell phone. All three customers wanted my phone number and I didn't have one. Finally, we're going to waste a lot of time if you have to drive me to every customer, so either it's MARTA, a cab, or a car. My car was repossessed in Chicago."

I thought for a few moments and then said, "Tomorrow afternoon we'll buy you more work clothes, and get you a cell phone. I have to think about the transportation angle for a while."

We started talking about her day. Her enthusiasm was catching and we decided that after dinner we would get a list of customers that she would visit for the rest of the week, and in the morning I would call and start making appointments for her.

There was one downside however. Instead of going to the apartment for a fantastic meal, we picked up a pizza. You can't have everything.

That night and the next morning we set up her schedule as well as mine. I was making sales calls the rest of the week, and she was going to the call backs and the new customer installations. 

As an experiment and for experience I took her to the first sales call the next morning. I did all the talking until the buyer said, "Who's going to teach my people how to make this thing work?"

"That's my job," said Holly. "And I'm pretty good at it."

I made the sale.

I arrived back at the apartment late afternoon on Friday. I had stopped and bought steaks, wine and other stuff. The week had gone by quickly and the obvious conclusion was that it was wildly successful. Holly was a natural and her self-confidence increased each day.

I heard the door open and she walked in. 

"I would have been back sooner," she said, "But Marta was really crowded and I had to let a few trains go by they were so full.

"I did get to see the four customers on the list and they're all happy."

I grinned at her. She grinned back. I could see she was excited about something.

"Okay, what is it Holly?"

She asked, "Did you make a sale today?"

I answered, "I'm close on one, but need to see him again next week. The rest didn't work out, so no sales today."

"Wrong," she gushed.

"What do you mean wrong?"

"You made a sale today," she teased. "I was with a customer when his friend walked in and one thing led to another and he wanted me to demo the product. I did and he said to send him the contract. He wants it."

I was shocked and then overwhelmed. I stood up and hugged her to me. "Congratulations...you're a real winner. She looked up at me with her eyes sparkling with happiness, and I kissed her. It just seemed the right thing to do. She must have thought so too, as she returned the kiss enthusiastically.

We opened the wine and I cooked the steaks while she made a salad and baked some pre-made onion rings. We had a nice dinner.

Holly's adrenaline was still going full tilt; she wanted to talk about her calls and the sale she made. She suggested that I should give her the list of all the sales I had made since I got to Atlanta and she could call them and ask how things were going. If they needed help, she would go there. If they were happy she would suggest that any word of mouth help on the product would be appreciated by her and me.

I thought it was a good idea. I had already decided that Holly would make all comeback and installation calls, and I would spend all my time selling. She agreed.

It got late and the wine finally got to us. We stood up and she looked at me. I made a quick decision. It had been a long week, we were tired and grubby, and the weekend was ahead of us. I kissed her lightly on the lips and said good night. Lying in bed that night I remembered those moist lips and the light brush of her breasts as we hugged. If she felt like I felt, our relationship would be changing.

I woke up and turned the coffee on. When she came into the kitchen, I started making breakfast. After breakfast I said, "This is the end of week two. Let's go to the park and work on week three."

As we were walking to the park, she took my hand and squeezed it. She didn't let go.

We sat on the same park bench. I said, "You're not the same person I met two weeks ago. The one I'm looking at now is a winner; two weeks ago I wasn't sure."

She grinned but then turned serious and said, "I still owe you a ton of money and I'm still broke."

I ignored her comment and said, "This morning we're going to get you a car on a monthly rental. We're wasting a lot of time with you taking public transportation or me driving you."

"That's going to cost you even more money," she said.

"Who's the boss," I teased.

She smiled and pointed at me.

"And next," I continued, "You're going to the plaza and buy a classy dress for our dinner tonight. I'm talking you to a really nice French restaurant. Would it bother you if I took you there as our first date?"

"You don't have to..."

"Holly?" I interrupted.

She just grinned and touched my hand. "Yes, I would like to have a date with you tonight Phil."

For the classy dress Holly and the sales woman insisted that I disappear. They would choose the dress and Holly would surprise me that night.

I agreed, signed a blank credit card slip and left. I told Holly to meet me at a restaurant and bar in the Plaza—I would be sipping at the bar.

An hour later Holly joined me at the bar carrying a large box. "Do you like it?" I asked.

"I do," she replied, "but the real question is whether you do."

It was the early evening and I waited for Holly to come out of her bedroom. I had made drinks and waited for her so we could begin happy hour. The door opened and she walked into the living room and stood in front of me.

The dress was a striking arrangement of blends of blue silk which highlighted her eyes. Holly was bare to the slope of her breasts; you almost expected to see the edge of her areolas. Her broad shoulders, breasts and narrow hips accentuated her beautiful figure and when she turned, the slit of her dress showed her slim legs. I could smell her fragrance. I was half erect and I hadn't touched her yet.

I was awestruck with her beauty. "Holly," I blurted, "I've never had a woman as beautiful as you so close to me. I'm going to stare at you all night and I'm going to be hard all night too."

Holly had an impish grin and responded with one of my standard lines, "Come on Phil; tell me what you really think."

I stammered, "The day I met you was the luckiest day of my life."

Her grin faded and her eyes turned teary as she sobbed, "Don't do that to me Phil."

We hugged and kissed. After one drink she went to repair the make up that her tears had caused and we went to the restaurant. When we walked in I could hear the room quiet as all looked at this gorgeous woman entering. 

The dinner was fantastic. Our waitress made everything perfect—she was an absolute riot. First she presented every dish and described it in perfect French, and then repeated the same thing in English with a Brooklyn accent. I asked her name.

"Marie," she replied. "Mary to youse guys."

We laughed and talked and touched each other. Everything was perfect. At the end of the meal when she presented the bill Mary looked at me and said, "She's not wearing a wedding ring, which means that you are dumber than you look."

I blushed and Holly started laughing uncontrollably.

We returned to the apartment and I made two drinks for us. Holly sat on the couch looking at me.

"Holly, that was a wonderful dinner; you were my dream date."

She responded, "It was the best night I've had in years. How can I ever thank you?"

I walked over to the couch and pulled her to her feet and we kissed. My tongue forced itself through her lips and our tongues played with each other. I was aroused and pulled her tighter and tighter into me and I could tell she liked it. My fingers groped for the buttons on the back of her dress and as I released each one she kissed me harder.

The dress fell to the floor and she picked it up and laid it on the couch. She stood before me in her bra and panties. Her face was flush with arousal, but there was a scared look on her face.

She looked at me without speaking for several moments. I was getting worried when she said, "Before I met my boyfriend I loved sex and the first three months with him were good, but then he changed.

"Sex with him became horrible. He hurt me. After the first three months I never had an orgasm—just pain. I want you badly, but I'm afraid my body won't respond. I'm embarrassed, but you don't know what you're getting into with this silly, immature girl."

She started to cry.

I hugged her to me and we clung to each other. I gently led her into my bedroom and we kissed again. My lips started to explore her ear lobes, neck and upper shoulders. I could smell her perfume and the slight tang of nervous sweat; it was like an aphrodisiac to me.

I took her bra off and saw her breasts up close for the first time. I fondled them and licked and sucked her nipples as she sighed with pleasure. Eventually, I sat her on the edge of the bed as I slipped off her panty hose and panties. She lifted her hips to help me. The musky smell of her sex filled the room.

I kissed her again and gently pushed her so she was on her back with her legs hanging over the edge of the bed. I knelt between her legs and pushed them apart. I knew I should be teasing her but my head just rested against her pussy hairs as I smelled her fragrance. My fingers gently combed her hairs some of which were already wet with her sexual moisture.

She lay still. I could hear her sigh in pleasure and yet I was doing nothing but smelling her fragrance and teasing her hairs. I knew there was no hurry.

Finally, I licked the inside of her thigh. She gasped with pleasure. "Yes," she whispered.

For twenty minutes I licked her. From her feet to her inner thighs to the back of her knees, nothing escaped my tongue. I was still dressed, but she didn't care and neither did I. My goal was to give her pleasure that she hadn't felt in a year.

Finally my fingers spread her already opened lips and my tongue stroked the wet, smooth inner sides of her vagina. She screamed with pleasure and anticipation. My tongue penetrated her as far as it could go and then I pushed one finger slowly into her. She groaned and then gasped as a second finger joined the first. She was now highly aroused and she spread her legs even wider begging me to make her come.

I continue to tease her until she stammered almost incoherently, "Don't do this to me; I can't stand it. Make me come...NOW!"

My hands were went to her breasts and I rubbed and squeezed her hard nipples as my mouth went to her clit and started lick and then suck it hard. It drove her over the edge.

She screamed my name and then came; she arched her back and pushed into my face crying for more. My face was covered with her juices and she still kept thrusting.

Over and over she screamed, "yes...yes...oh god yes."

She eventually quit convulsing and pulled me up to lay next to her. She kissed me hard and whispered, "Thank you."

A few moments later she kissed me again and giggled, "I taste myself. Do I taste good honey?"

"Better than any wine I've ever served you," I answered.

"Why do you have clothes on and I'm naked?" she asked.

"Why don't you do something about it?" I teased.

She quickly had me naked. As I lifted my hips so that she could pull off my shorts, my erection sprung free. She giggled and cupped me with both her hands as she licked the head free of its pre-cum. She slowly teased my cock with long stokes from her tongue and then I could feel the wetness as she took me into her mouth.

I finally pulled her to stop and kissed her. Her face was flush with sexual arousal and she looked at me with a question in her eyes. I said, "This is your night. It's the night to see if you can put behind you all the bad sex and pain you had and to just enjoy it. Tomorrow you can pleasure me."

She nodded her understanding and I kissed her; our tongues played with each other and then I kissed her neck and shoulders, slowly moving down her chest to her breasts. My hands had been squeezing her breasts softly and I lifted them as my tongued circled her areolas. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing became more rapid. I tongued her nipples and she gasped. Her moans became louder as I sucked each nipple and then lightly bit them.

Minutes late she wailed, "I want you in me."

My tongue licked her smooth stomach and played with her belly button. Her breathing increased and her stomach was rising and falling with her breaths. I licked and kissed her hips and then gently pulled her pussy hair with my teeth. She was gasping now; moaning that she needed me now and to stop teasing, but my tongue continued to manipulate her sexual arousal.




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Finally I knelt between her legs and put her legs over my shoulders so that she was completely open for me to see and use. She was soaking wet and I could see more moisture seeping out of her vagina. I guided myself into her and pushed as I smoothly slid through her wet warmth until I was entirely in her. 

I reached for her breasts and teased her nipples as I slowly pulled and pushed back into her warmth. Her eyes were closed and she was swinging her head back and forth with excitement. I knew that I couldn't last long, but I also knew that Holly was very close.

Our rhythm increased and I whispered; "Now Holly...you can feel me and I'm going to come. Come with me."

With a guttural, animal sound she lost control of her body as waves of sexual release caused her to convulse and arch her back into me; her body wanted all of me and frantically tried to get it. Her vagina muscles started to squeeze me and she screamed.

Her scream of lust made me come. I felt my liquid spurt into her warmth; filling her time after time. I had never come so hard before, or for so long. I kept pounding into her until I felt her come again. I didn't want to pull out even after I was done. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her into my now not-so-hard cock. There had never been a time that I had so lost control of my body and let the sexual animal in me want everything—no woman in my past had made me come close to this feeling. It was awesome; it scared me.

We rested. Her head was on my chest and I could feel the gentle motion of her shoulders as she softly cried. She finally looked at me and smiled through her tears, "I never thought I could go back to the pleasure of sex again; I thought I had lost it forever, and now you brought me to a sexual peak that I've never felt before. I owe you everything."

I kissed her forehead and soon she started to quietly snore. Hours later she woke me and we made love again. This time it was a quiet, deep orgasm that, although quite different, brought just as much pleasure.

I woke at sunrise, but not because of the sun—she had taken me into her mouth as she cupped my balls. I came and she swallowed.

We took a shower together and dried each other. She said, "I'll get my robe out of my bedroom and make you breakfast."

I smiled at her and said, "No."

She looked confused until I said, "You can get your robe out of the office. This is your bedroom."

She stared at me and her eyes became teary. Two hours later we left the bedroom and made breakfast. We never left the apartment that Sunday, and barely left the bed—we couldn't get enough of each other.

I will never forget the next three months of my life; it was a rollercoaster of selling, sex, and relationship growth.

I only sold now and she handled all installation and support. I had forgotten how much I loved to sell—to make that initial approach and convince my customer that what I had was a good product that worked for others and could work for him.

Holly loved her job and the customers loved Holly. A couple of times when Holly was overwhelmed I called the customer and suggested that I would come over. Inevitably they would say, "We'll wait for Holly."

I sat in the apartment on a late Saturday morning and Holly walked in. She grinned and said, "Hi."

"Hi yourself," I answered, "but no more working on weekends. That's our time."

"But it really was important. They needed..."

"Who's the boss?" I teased gently.

She grinned, stood at attention with her breasts thrust out and gave me a mock salute. Minutes later we were fucking.

Our sex life was beyond description. After her initial hesitation Holly never looked back. She would try anything and everything with me. She was a talker and a screamer—I always knew what gave her pleasure—and kinky in her own little way.

One day we were lying in our sweat after an intense session and she shyly asked, "Do you ever want to do it in my ass?"

I admitted, "Of course I've thought about it, but I've never done it before. Have you?"

She shook her head no and nothing more was said until the following Saturday. I walked into the apartment with some groceries and she greeted me with in shorts and a T-shirt. "How about a nooner," she teased.

"Why not."

She impishly grinned, "Meet you in the bedroom in five minutes."

Five minutes later I walked into the bedroom. She was naked and kneeling on the bed with her face to the sheet so her ass was in the air. She had drawn red concentric circles around her ass like a target. It was obvious what the center of the target was even if there wasn't a tube of lubricant laying on the bed. It was an interesting first attempt for both of us. Not without a little effort we both came.

We cleaned up afterward in the shower together and then headed for the bedroom for more sex. She was walking ahead of me and I started laughing. She asked, "What's so funny?"

I answered, "What did you use to draw the target on your butt?"

She replied, "The red ink pen in the office."

I started laughing harder. "You mean the indelible red ink pen in the office that will not come off."

She looked horrified and then started laughing hysterically. "Just please fuck me good for my attempt to be creative."

I did.

Holly's personality always kept me off balance. Most people have a business face and a personal face. Holly's was more than that. One day I bought three yellow roses from a peddler at a stoplight. When Holly came home the roses were in a small crystal vase on the kitchen table.

She stared at the flowers for a moment and then started crying. I hugged her until she stopped sobbing.

"You must think I'm crazy," she blurted afterward. "Maybe I should see a shrink."

"Maybe," I said, "but first describe yourself to me."

"Now?"

"Why not?"

"Well," she began. "Whenever you do something nice for me like the flowers I keep thinking about how much I owe you and that without you, I would be nothing. You don't know how desperate and depressed I was when we met. Except for my mom, nobody did anything for me, so I get emotional when you're nice."

"But you're not emotional in business. You're almost bossy." I countered.

"That's different, she replied. "I know I'm good at teaching people and I really like to work with them. It's almost like I'm the boss, so I act that way."

"And sex," I teased.

She blushed and said, "That's another different. With you I feel I can do anything. I know I'm a little kinky, but you go along with it and pleasure me. Having sex takes me out of the real world and into my own little fantasy land. When I feel you in me or when you tease me so that I'm begging you to let me come I surrender control of my body to you. And then when I come I can't describe how wonderful that is to me. I'm absolutely addicted to sex. Sometimes I feel guilty later that I was selfish and didn't make you come enough.

I smiled at her, "You don't need a shrink. What you just told me, the shrink would tell you. Don't change."

She hugged me and we cuddled for a while and then she reached for my belt buckle. She grinned impishly at me and said, "You told me not to change."

It was a month later on a late Thursday morning when my cell phone rang; it was my administrative boss. He told me that the regional sales manager had come into town and wanted to meet me at the office. We agreed that I would be there at thee o'clock.

I wasn't worried. Our sales—I considered Holly a partner on everything we did—were going through the roof and we were putting in a lot of hours. A month previous Holly had written up ten suggestions to change our software to meet customer requests. She told me that she asked each customer to give her a wish list of things they would like our program to do. When a pattern became established, she wrote it down for me to forward to our Development Division.

I walked into the office a few minutes before three and was told they were waiting for me in the conference room. In the conference room there were two men. Joe Woodward was the regional sales manager; I knew his name and had read his memos, but had never met him. We shook hands and he introduced me to Richard Belton. Richard was older and grinned warmly when he shook my hand. Joe said, "Richard is Vice-President of marketing for the company Phil. We both wanted to talk to you."

I was a little shook. I was ready to talk to Joe, but Richard was a real heavy weight in the company.

Joe started, "Phil, your sales have sky rocketed and we want to pick your brain on what you are doing that most of our other sales people aren't doing. We also wanted to thank you for the software error you spotted. You would think that a product that is three years old would be bug free, but you nailed it. Congratulations."

"Well actually," I replied, "Holly spotted that. She bet me it was a bug and she was right."

"Holly is an employee of ours?" asked Joe.

"Well not exactly," I hedged. "I was showing her the program and gave her some test problems to work on and she spotted it."

"Then she's a customer?" said Joe.

"No, she's a friend of mine that I was showing the program to," I answered.

"Oh," said Joe still obviously confused.

"In any case," he continued, "Development really liked those ten suggestions you sent us last month. They think it will help our product a lot."

I paused for a second and then thought, "What the hell...why not?"

I said, "Well actually, those were Holly's ideas that I sent you."

"Holly again," said Joe really confused now.

Richard interrupted and asked, "And if we got into why your sales took off, would we hear this name "Holly" again?"

"Yes you would," I answered.

Where is Holly now?" asked Joe.

"She's with one of my new customers. They were having some problems and Holly went over there to help them out. You see..."

Richard interrupted me and asked, "Is there any reason you can't call Holly now and have her meet us for dinner?"

"No, I think she'll be free," I answered.

I called Holly's cell phone and she answered on the second ring. "Hi Holly, how's it going? 

She started talking and I interrupted, "Holly, would you join me for a business dinner tonight with my boss?"

She was quiet for a second and then asked, "Big boss? Should I try to impress him?"

I answered enthusiastically, "That would be great! How about we meet you at the Plaza Steak Room at..."

"Six-thirty," said Richard.

"...at six-thirty."

Holly said, "Good. That gives me time to go to the apartment and clean up and put some good stuff on. Are we in trouble?" 

"No." I said, not knowing if that was true or not. See you at six-thirty."

I hung up the phone and looked at them. Richard, clearly taking over the meeting, said, "Phil we have a couple of hours so there is no rush. I want to know why you are selling more than anyone else in the company, and I want to know exactly where this Holly fits into it."

So leaving out my original meeting with Holly and our relationship, I explained how over the months Holly and I become a selling team. Both of them had a lot of questions such as how many call backs per customer I or Holly made and how many hours we both put in a week.

At one point Richard asked, "Do you pay Holly a salary?"

"Well I pay for her monthly car rental, cell phone, clothes, expenses and stuff like that," I answered.

"How about cash?" pushed Richard.

"Sure, she always has plenty of cash," I hedged.

"Look, it's a little difficult to explain. Holly had some personal and financial problems a while back and I helped get her back on her feet. She won't take real money from me until she feels she's paid me back."

Richard dropped the subject and we went back to other areas. At six-thirty we were at the restaurant in a quiet corner. Holly walked in five minutes later and spotted us.

She was professionally dressed, but dressed to kill. She was wearing her best business outfit that accentuated her figure and complexion. Her smile lit up the room as if this dinner was the greatest event in her life. Joe actually stuttered when he shook her hand—probably because he was peeking at her breasts. Richard greeted her warmly.

Holly ordered a drink and then Richard said, "Phil has spent the last two hours telling us what a great job you have done for him and the company. He said you spotted the software bug, and it was your ten ideas that he sent to us a month ago."

"Phil probably exaggerated. After all, he taught me everything I know about the software and the company," Holly answered.

"I don't think so Holly," said Richard. "Did you really go through our five hundred page manual in twenty-four hours?"

"Yes," she admitted.

Richard changed subjects. "Holly, we just sent out a new release of the product with your ten suggestions and twelve more. Did you read about the twelve and do you think our customers will like them?"

Holly looked at me and I nodded encouragement. She said, "Two might be used, but the other ten are junk."

Joe was sipping his drink and started coughing.

I quickly joked, "Holly, tell us what you really think. Don't hold back because the big guns are here."

She blushed, but Richard said, "Phil, I want to know what Holly thinks. It's kind of refreshing in a perverse way to hear someone tell me that three months of development work has been wasted."

"Look," Holly said. "I'm not guessing. I went to eight of our best customers and showed them the twelve changes and asked them. They are the ones who told me they were junk and that they would never use them. That is, except for the two changes, and then only three customers said they might help them a little.

"The company is doing things backward. They are guessing what the customer wants and then they go to the customer and tell them this is what they want. If you went into the field with me for three days we could visit twenty or more customers and they would tell you what they really want.

"That's what Phil and I do."

Richard quit talking and the table was silent as we sipped our drinks. Holly gave me a quick, worried look that told me she felt she might have said too much.

Richard looked at Holly and asked, "I want to offer you a job in the company in sales. You would do exactly what Phil does, and you would be on both salary and commission. Atlanta is a huge market so there is plenty of room for both of you."

Joe was visibly surprised, but then smiled in agreement. Holy beamed at the offer and looked at me. The smile left her face and she said, "I really appreciate the offer, but I can't take it."

Richard was nonplussed. "Why not?"

Holly collected her thoughts for a few moments and then said, "There are a couple of reasons. First, I owe Phil everything. I don't know what he told you but I was down and he picked me up emotionally and financially. I haven't paid him back yet and until I do, I work only for him.

"Holly," I said...

"That's the most important reason," Holly interrupted. "But it would be dumb to make me a salesperson. Even if I was as good as Phil, and I'm not, and even if I liked selling as much as Phil, which I don't, the company would be making a mistake.

"The reason Phil sells so much is because he doesn't waste his time on installation and support. That's my job. If I left him, he would have to significantly reduce his sales calls to take care of his current customers. And the same for me; I would have to support my new customers instead of looking for new ones.

"If you think about it, a two person sales team is really the way you should go."

Richard nodded his head and was quiet as he thought about what Holly had said. After a few moments he suggested that we order dinner. The heavy part of the business dinner was over and Joe and I started telling our funny war stories about the goofy things that happen to you when you're a salesman. Each story was funnier. The food was good and the drinks mellowed us out.

Joe picked up the check at the end of the meal and we were waiting for his credit card to be run.

Richard looked at me and then Holly. "I've been thinking during dinner. Here's what I think we should do if Phil and you agree. 

"When did you start working with Phil?"

"About four months ago," answered Holly.

"I'm going to check with our human resources department, but I'm pretty sure support an development employees make about twenty dollars and hour or more, which is about forty thousand per year. Will you join the company on straight salary and your job would be exactly what it is now—working exclusively for Phil?"

She looked at me and I nodded encouragement.

"Yes, I'd like that...no, I'd love that," said Holly.

Richard continued, "When you call human resources next Monday, I will have already talked with them. Your official hire date is going to be four months ago, so your first check is going to be a big one."

Holly smiled, "That's fantastic. How can..."

Richard interrupted and looked at me. "I can't cover Holly's clothes, but I want you to expense her car, cell phone, and any other legitimate business expenses you paid for since she started to work with you. Send the expense sheet directly to Joe for approval."

I just nodded—a little too stunned to speak.

Richard continued, "Phil, you're probably going to be our number one salesman of the year even if you don't sell another customer. In mid-January the top five salesmen in the company and top management are going to an all-expense paid week meeting to go over our plans for the future. This year it's in Maui. I expect to see you there, and I want Holly to come too. I want you to prepare a presentation on the concept of the two-person sales team and present it to the group. I want Holly to talk as much as you. Any problems with that?"

I stammered, "No."

Richard turned to Holly and said, "And don't be surprised if we ask you to come to headquarters every three months or so to talk about what your customers want. In addition, I think every now and then we'll send some people here, so they can visit and hear for themselves what your customers really want."

Richard and Joe stood up and Richard said, "I've enjoyed talking with both of you. Holly, welcome to the company. I suspect I'm going to hear a lot about you and Phil in the future."

They left and we looked at each other still somewhat in shock. I whispered, "Congratulations partner!"

One week later on a Saturday night we were back at the classy French restaurant. Mary was our waitress again—I had asked for her specifically. She brought over a bottle of Champaign when we sat down. I protested, "We didn't order that Mary."

She grinned, "Compliments of management for our regulars."

The meal was again fantastic. We had a million things to talk about. Holly had received her first salary check on Friday and it was huge representing over four months of salary. My expense check came in paying for everything that I had spent on Holly other than clothes and apartment food. We were swimming in money and it felt good. 

Holly wanted to give me her check, but I told her that I had some ideas and we would discuss the whole money situation on Sunday. She reluctantly agreed to wait for Sunday for our money talk. 

The meal was over and I told Holly, "I ordered a special desert for you. Mary will bring it to us whenever we want. Okay?"

Mary came to the table and I said, "Now's a good time for the surprise desert Mary."

She grinned and left. She quickly returned carrying a single round plate that held a dish of crème brulee. In the center of the dish sitting on top of the slightly-hardened custard was a disk of white chocolate the size of a half dollar. In the center of the white disk was a large diamond ring that sparkled and reflected off the table's candle.

Holly stared at it in surprise and disbelief, and then looked at me—the tears had already started.




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I reached for her hand and quietly asked, "Will you marry me?" 

"Yes...oh god yes" she whispered as tears of joy ran down her face.

Mary's voice boomed over the two of us. "I guess this bozo isn't as dumb as he looks." 



Sales Training



I have been at my present company for the past twenty years. Just recently I was told I have to train the owner's son for a position in the sales department. Frankly, I didn't care to take the owner's son by the hand and guide him along, but I didn't have much choice. Josh and I had to fly out to an important sales meeting one weekend. Josh seems to be a nice kid, but he had never sold even a toaster in his life. I had my doubts how this was going to all play out.

We both flew out Friday evening and arrived at our hotel shortly after we landed. Once we got checked in we met down at the bar for a drink and a meal. Josh quickly told me he didn't drink liquor.

"You better start learning," I told him. "Our clients like to get lubricated over business negotiations."

I shook my head thinking this was going to be a fiasco. Josh did manage to drink some wine and we had a brief meal together. I was ready to head back to my room when Josh asked me if I would join him in his room. I didn't really want to, but he was the owner's son after all. I didn't want to piss off anyone who signed my paychecks. We got back to Josh's room and Josh said he was going to get out of his clothes he wore on the plane.

When he came back, Josh was just wearing a tight pair of shorts and no shirt. I don't normally check out other men. I am married and have two children, but Josh's cock was pressing against the material in those shorts.

"I know you aren't happy I am along Tony," he said to me.

"I just wished you had some experience Josh, this is a damn important sales meeting and we can't fuck this up."

Josh nodded and proceeded to tell me something about himself. Josh really didn't want to be a salesperson, but his father insisted. Someone had to take over the company soon, as Josh's dad was thinking about retirement. Josh said he felt pressure to live up to his father's expectations. I felt sorry for him, but Josh could have said no, in my mind.

"You do know I am gay, don't you?" Josh said to me.

To be honest, I had no idea and I told him so.

"Have you ever been with men before Tony?"

I didn't want to say so, but I told Josh I had one experience while I was in college. Josh asked me the details and I didn't really want to get into it with him, but he sort of pressured me for some information.

"It was with my roommate at school. We got drunk one night and we took off our clothes. Before you know it we were sucking each other and then it led to more."

"What more?" Josh asked.

"I ended up fucking my roommate. The next morning we woke up and we were both embarrassed by what happened. We never spoke of it again and then I moved into my own place the following semester."

Josh gave me these strange looks. He stood up and before I knew it, Josh had pulled off his shorts. I was staring as his long cock. I didn't quite know what to say to the owner's son. Josh walked over to the couch I was sitting on and he got down on his knees directly in front of me. Josh reached for the zipper on my pants and pulled it down. Josh then reached in and freed my dick from my underwear.

I wanted to tell him to stop right there. I just froze up. Josh began to stroke my dick up and down. God did I get hard in a hurry. Josh then leaned in and took my dickhead between his lips. Fuck, I hated to admit it to myself, but it felt so good. My wife and I didn't have much sex these days and Josh knew exactly what to do.

He started to bob up and down my prick and he also took my balls in one hand and massaged them. I just couldn't bring myself to say 'stop.' He took my dick right down to the root. I knew if he kept this up I was going to blow my load in short order. It never came to that. Josh soon got to his feet and he positioned himself right over my cock. I sat there frozen as Josh lowered his ass right to the tip of my cock.

That's when it all got crazy. Josh sunk his tight ass down onto my pole. I just lost it I guess. I reached out and took each ass cheek into my hands. Josh kept lowering down onto me and I raised my ass up from the couch. Josh was moaning and crying out each time I pumped into his sphincter. I knew it was stupid to be fucking the owner's son like this, but I couldn't bring myself to stop. I will say that Josh's ass muscles were so tight. I got to the point where I just wanted to fuck him like crazy.

I no longer thought about my wife or work or anything else. I only wanted to fuck Josh's hole.

"Fuck me Tony, I need this!"

Josh kept telling me how good my dick felt in his bottom. I had to admit it did feel good. Josh pumped up and down my thick member. Josh also leaned down and he kissed my mouth. I guess we were both lost in fuck passion. I never gave it a second thought that I was fucking Josh without a rubber. That wasn't the smartest thing, but I couldn't stop now. Josh had me so worked up I could feel like I was close to exploding. A few more minutes of those ass muscles gripping me and I finally unloaded.

I pushed deep into Josh's ass and I fed him my seed. I just kept driving my prick into his bare ass and shooting one stream of cum after another. Josh let out this cry as he felt my hot cum deep in his belly. We didn't stop until Josh had milked me totally dry of my man cream. We ended up both panting like two dogs in heat. Josh rested on my lap for the longest time. I finally began to go soft and Josh lifted off of me.

Josh got to his feet and I watched him walk weakly into the bathroom. I eventually heard the toilet flush and Josh walked back into the room.

"I will never tell a soul," he said to me. 

Josh proceeded to get on his knees and he cleaned my spent dick with his mouth. When we finally finished up my dick was red and sore. I said I better head back to my room now. I didn't see Josh until later the next day. We didn't talk about what had happened at first. We had a lot of things to prepare for. I do admit I had Josh on my mind the whole time that weekend. Nothing more happened until our Monday meeting.

Josh kept quiet for the most part and I did most of the talking at the sales meeting. We managed to close the deal and all the parties were happy with how things went. We were going to fly back home Tuesday morning. Josh and I spent that Monday night in bed together. Josh came to my room and we didn't have to discuss a thing. We stripped and I had Josh get me hard with his mouth one more time. This time I had Josh lie down and I lifted his legs up over my shoulders.

We fucked bare once again. I took Josh hard and deep. My ball sacs were hitting against his ass as we had man to man love once more. I did love the feeling of skin touching skin. Josh kept telling me how bad he needed me that night. He hadn't had sex with another male in some time. He craved having my thick prick deep in his bowels. I fucked Josh on his back and then I had him get on all fours. I leaned onto his back and entered him that way. 

My hands were on his hips controlling his tight ass that was wrapped around me. I gave Josh two load of my seed that night. Don't asked me where it all came from. I was wound up anyway you want to consider it. Josh stayed in my bed that night and early the next day we showered to get ready for our flight. I took Josh in the shower one last time. He bent over in the shower and I split his ass with my hard dick. 

It was quiet on the flight back. We got to the airport and said our farewells. I am back home now and we are back at work. My wife doesn't seem so appealing to me and Josh has mentioned he would like to get together sometime soon. I can feel my dick growing in my pants. I know I am going to be fucking the owner's son in the near future.

What more?



Sales with a Smile



"Thank you for calling." I said. "Yes. I'm sorry we couldn't do business too. I hope you keep us in mind the next time."

"Shit!" I muttered after hanging up the phone. I worked on this deal for months, wined and dined this bastard only to have him give his business to our competitor, again. She was a young, hot looking thing who would flirt and promise anything. She'd put out everything for the sale. Her short skirts and CFM shoes were too much competition against my meager efforts. 

I took this guy to peelers; got him lapdances and hookers; I gave him everything except personally sucking his dick and I'm sure that wouldn't have done anything either.

"Ring....Ring..." I answered my phone. It was Reesa Puccini the VP of Sales.

"Hi Reesa." Pause.

"No, we lost it to that bitch again." Pause. "Sorry." Pause.

"Yes, I know I..." I was cut off. "Yes I'll come by your office now."

Now I thought Reesa was not hard to look at. She wore her thick, dark shoulder length hair loosely, had an attractive face with light make up, always smartly dressed with stylish high heeled shoes. 

Reesa's personality was great, always smiling and happy. She was a touchy-feely person; with me anyways. She'd place a hand on my arm or shoulder.

She would be a package except for her weight. Her 5' frame carried about 140 pounds.

I knocked on her open door and entered.

"Please close the door." She asked. 

"This can't be good." I thought to myself.

"Sit down." Reesa said as she moved from behind her desk and sat in the chair oppose of me.

She was wearing a dark business suit with a proper business length skirt hemmed a few inches above her knees. Under her jacket, looked like a white camisole.

As she sat down, she pulled up her skirt to about mid thigh. I thought it was strange, but Reesa began to speak and broke my trend of thought.

"Roger, I'll get straight to the point." not her usual happy self. "Your numbers aren't looking too good and your funnel is pretty empty."

"Yes, I guess I was counting on that last one too much." I replied. "I swear I thought I had that one in the bag."

"Yeah, but I heard that Melissa chick sucked him off until he agreed to sign." Reesa's comment caught me off guard. "I also heard you did everything but suck him off to get him to sign with us.....Close your mouth Roger. I'm not that stupid or unaware of the business."

I was stunned. I never expensed those "entertainment" activities figuring I'll get it back in the huge commission I'd get.

Reesa crossed her little sausage legs. I could see right under her skirt. It looked like she wasn't wearing panties.

"I don't know Roger." Reesa continued. "Putting all your eggs in one basket isn't good strategy." She re-crossed her legs, her skirt slide higher up her thighs. She definitely had no panties on.

"I can pick it up next quarter." I knew what was coming and was pleading for my job. 

"Well I'm not sure you can the way you're going." Reesa unbuttoned her jacket. Her big C sized tits popped out from underneath. She wore no bra, but from what I could tell, there was little sag. Her tits were very firm.

"I'm not sure I should give you another chance...." Threatened Reesa. "But I have one potential opportunity I'll need help on if you can handle it."

Of course." I replied immediately. "You know I'm a good sales person. I 'm just having a bad run."

"Good. It's a very special project. It would pay high commission and if you do very well, there are others like it. No quota issues, no funnel issues. You would report directly to me."

I began to sound excited. "Sounds great! I know I can do it. What's the project?"

"Well first, I need to know you can do it and if you have the right talent." Reesa uncrossed her legs and spread them as wide as her skirt allowed.

I looked between her legs, then in her eyes, then between her legs again. Her pussy was already wet.

I needed the job. I dropped to my knees and started licking. Thank goodness she was neatly trimmed. I really dislike fighting my way through a hair jungle.

I used my best technique. I nibbled on her clit making her take sharp inhaled breathes so I knew I was doing a good job. I smashed my face hard into her soggy pie and thrusted my tongue inside her as deeply as I could.

Reesa pushed her hips forward so her bum was at the edge of the chair and let her head fall back. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me hard into her crotch. I couldn't breathe but dared not stop.

I continued slurping and eating her box until she came.

"Stand up and show me what your equipment looks like." She demanded.

I got to my feet and slowly undid my pants. I let my pants and boxers drop around my ankles. Even at three quarters hard, I was pretty big. Fully erect, I was about 8" long and thick around. 

Reesa took me in her mouth and started sucking me off. Her head went back and forth as fast as she could. The amount of suction was incredible. The senior exec could suck tennis balls through a garden hose. 

I was moaning from her efforts. "How do you think I got to where I am now?" She said. "I sucked many cocks to get here!"

Fortunately she stopped sucking before I exploded in her mouth. "Good staying power." Reesa stood up, turned around and hiked her skirt around her waist. "Fuck me until I cum." She ordered.

I easily entered her from behind. Despite being that wet, I found her hole tight and found it difficult not to fire my load before she was ready.

Reesa was grunting louder and louder with each of my in strokes. 

Finally she held her breath for two seconds before forcing exhaling gasps. "Come in me now!"

I shot my load inside her on demand. It was pretty sizeable too. Then I realized I was fucking her bareback. I pulled out. The cold hitting my cock brought me back to reality. 

"Clean me!" She ordered. I was puzzled by what she said. "If any drips on the carpet, I'll make you lick it clean."

I understood immediately. I dropped to my knee and stuck my face into the fresh cream pie. I had never eaten one before and this one was making me gag.

"Do a good job or forget the opportunity." Reesa warned.

I licked and sucked her clean as much as I could, but she came again and squirted on my face, soaking my shirt.

Finally she was satisfied. She sat down in the chair, but didn't bother fixing her attire. "Okay. Good job." She said. "Here's the project. I have a number of female clients who will re-sign with us if we provide the service you just performed."

I thought to myself "Well fucking women for a living won't be too bad of a career." Then I realized any female of importance is most likely older, way past any prime aged meat I'd normally fuck.

"Yes. I think you just realized these women aren't young and hot." Reesa said. "But they are hot and horny. They just don't want or can't to go out and find meat to fuck. We can offer that service as well as our legit list of products."

"You get a substantial raise in base plus commission, a new car, unlimited expense account, but you have to be available after hours."

My head was spinning trying to process the offer.

"Oh yes, reporting directly to me means you are under me when I need you too."

I stood in front of her. My pants was still around my ankles. My prick was still rock hard thinking about the possibilities. "I think your Mr. Willie is up for it. What about you?" as Reesa leaned forward and took me in her mouth again.

I moaned. "Yes!"

"Good. You first one is tomorrow. It's a late afternoon meeting with Marcy Douglas the senior VP at Thomas and Company. Here's the contract. Do whatever she wants to get it signed."

Next day, I went to meet with Marcy. Her secretary let me into her office. "She'll be right in. Would you like a coffee or something?"

"No thanks." I sat in an available chair.

"Thanks for showing him in Sara." said the female voice.

I stood to greet the voice. I extended my hand, then froze with me mouth agape.

She spoke first. "I'm Marcy Douglas. Nice to meet you." As she took my hand.

Marcy was no old prune. She was a very attractive mid forties blond with long legs, a very fit and well proportioned body.

Hello. I'm Roger." I stammered.

"Well shall we do business?" as she shut her office door and started taking off her clothes.

"Yes!" I smiled.



Sales Woman Sex



9:30 AM Saturday Morning. It was a sunny day in the port city of Charleston, South Carolina as Kelly Sanders pulled her white Nissan truck to the curb side and shut the engine off. The 26 year old woman picked up her clip board and sales fliers before locking her truck and beginning her sales solcitation in one of the citites upscale neighborhoods. Kelly was a sales representative for a pest control company. She had been in the profession for two years and had found selling pest services was very lucrative.

She glanced down to make sure her green golf shirt and kakhi shorts were neat. Her white tennis shoes where clean and she had her long sandy blonde hair pulled back in a pony tail. "Damn" she laughed to herself. As she glanced in the side mirroer she noticed her "headlights were burning." Her bra and shirt did not conceal the fact that the nipples of her 36C cup breasts were erect. It seemed the young woman was always in a constant state of arousal and it was getting more intense as she grew older. She considered it a sales asset though as she knew many of her male customers bought from her because they enjoyed the view.

This Saturday was starting out badly though. After knocking on a number of doors she found many people were not home or already had service with other companies. 

As she walked up the driveway of the last house she noticed a black Mercedes in the driveway. The curtains of the brick home were drawn. "Maybe they are still sleeping", she thought to herself. "Oh well all they can say is no". With that she pushed the door bell.

Trina Summers was laying on her bed legs spread wide. The 41 year old red head moaned as she busily worked the 9 inch thick black life like dildo in and out her shaven pussy with one hand and held a vibrator to her clit with the other. Her 38D tits swayed back and forth as she fucked herself. For added pleasure she had put on a pair of adjustable nipple clamps. They looked liked little clothes pins with a chain between them. An all female video was playing on the TV as she busily worked herself toward another orgasm.

Her husband had left her unsatisfied yet again early this morning. "Fuck golf and fuck him" she had thought earlier. He had gotten his nuts off but did not have the damn courtesy to bring her to orgasm. "You can finish yourself", he said with a smirk. "I have a tee time". She was use to it by now. Bedroom pleasures was not something he specialized in. Shortly after he left she had put in "Where the Girls Aren't", an all female video and began yet another session of masturbation.

The door bell rang again. "Shit..can't I get through this without being bothered?" Trina complained to herself. She pulled the sticky wet dildo from her pussy and laid it and the vibrator to her side. "Probably those religous door knockers", she thought. She sat up on the side of the bed and removed the clamps. Reaching up she took a short lace black robe, threw it on and loosely tied it. She reasoned it would only take a second to get rid of them as walked to the front door.

As Kelly stood at the door, Trina pulled a curtain back slightly to view who the visitor was. "Oh My", she thought to herself. To her delight the caller was a 5'5" sandy blonde young woman who was very sexy. Trina could see clearly the females erect nipples through the fabric of the shirt. An erotic thought crossed the womans mind as she thought to herself, "Honey please be lesbian or at least bisexual." She was still horny from working her pussy over as she walked over and unlocked the deadbolt.

Kelly was about to walk off when the door opened for the woman to peer around.

"Oh good morning ma'am. I'm Kelly how are you?"

"Oh..ahh.. well fine. What can I do to you...ahh I mean what can I do for you.", the woman stammered. 

Kelly was sure she had just caught the woman waking up and began giving her the free pest inspection pitch.

"Well..my husband is not here..but then sometimes thats a good thing. He thinks he can handle those things himself. But..well..sure if its free and you promise to give me a very thorough inspection you can come in."  

"Total satisfaction is my promise ma'am" Kelly responded.

Trina opened the door and Kelly stood gazing for a moment at the scantily clad older woman. She felt her pussy moisten in her shorts as she could see her large erect nipples trough the fabric. A good gust of wind could have probably blown her robe open and Kelly could see through it that the woman was naked.

"Well come in.", Trina smiled and said.

Kelly walked in and looked around trying to force herself not to stare at the woman. She was feeling bisexual lusts kicking in. Kelly was a border line lesbian and actually preferred women to men.

"So are you having any problems now Ma'am?" Kelly began her interview.

"Kelly please dispense with the ma'am stuff. Feel free to call me Trina ok?" she the older woman instructed.

"Ok..Trina it is". Kelly responded again. She could not help but be again drawn much to her potential customers delight to her breasts.

"Ahh..Hummm", Kelly caught herself. "Where were we. "Oh yes, so have you been having in problems?"

"Humm..let me think", Trina said."Yes we have. Occasionally we have problems in the kitchen and dining areas". 

Kelly took notes as Trina talked. "How about anywhere else. Do you have concerns about anywhere else in your home."

Trina crossed her arms under her large breasts causing the robe to open a bit more. Her areolas were barely concealed.

"Yes..there is one more area. In our bedroom. We have lots of problems in our bedroom Kelly. Do you think you can help me there?" Trina said in a teasing voice.

Kelly looked at the womans cleavage then back up to her eyes. She could see Trinas face glazed with lust. "Like I told you..total satisfaction is my guarantee.. I don't have any more appointments today so I should be able to spend a long time giving every crack and crevice a thorough inspection.", she said as she let her tongue out for a slow lick at her lips.

Trina felt her pussy wet even more as she knew the young woman was coming on back at her. "Follow me" she said as she walked down the hall way. 

Kelly follwed watching the womans swaying ass through the lace robe. In front of her Trina was undoing the loose knot holding it closed. Just before reaching the room Kelly heard the sound of the porn tape on the set. She walked in to see a large breasted brunette on the screen fucking another woman with a strap on. She looked over at the bed to see a wet spot on the sheet,the dildo, the vibrator and clamps clude her that she had interrupted Trina as she was getting off.

Trina turned. Her robe open wide. Breats exposed. She began slipping the robe off. "You can see as I told you..my husband is not good at taking care of problems in the bedroom.", she said. Trina began pulling pinching her tits. 

Kelly walked over pushing her hands away replacing them with her own. She took the womans nipples in her fingers and began rolling them like little spit balls. "Don't worry baby". She leaned in and kissed the woman on the lips. "I am a professional and I intend on giving all your voids deep tongue injection."

Kelly slid her hands around Trina and cupped her ass. There tongues began to intertwine as Kelly slipped a finger down between the older womans cheeks teasing her asshole.

"Ahhhhyesss"..Trina grunted at Kellys probings.

They contiued for a moment before Kelly stepped back and pulled her shirt over her head. Trina undid the snap in the front of her bra then kneeled down to undo her shorts. The young womans shorts fell to the floor.

Trina stood up and motioned Kelly back to the bed pushing her down on it. She laid back as Trina ease on top of her and began kissing her deeply. Kelly panted lustfully as Trinda began licking down her neck to her hard nipples.

First one then the other. Trina began licking in teasing circles around the girls tits causing her to have pleausre shocks to her pussy. She shoved her G-String covered crotch against the womans belly. "Bite them..I love it", Kelly demanded. Trina began pulling her nipples back and forth between her teeth for several moments loving it as Kelly moaned in pleasure. 

Trina then licked her way down Kellys stomach teasing her belly button. Grasping the G-String she pulled it down and finally lifted Kellys legs to remove it all toether. The older woman laid between her lovers spread thighs staring at the most delicous pussy she had ever seen. Using her fingers to spread the pussylips open and wide she coulds see Kelly was wet and clit swollen. She extended her tongue and began barely flicking the nub. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh...Shittttyesssss Trinna...That's it ..eat me please", Kelly begged as she thrust her pussy up to the womans face. Kelly began pinching her tits as she did. 

Trina was in sex heaven. IT was not her first time with a woman but this girl was the most delicous. Finally she could stand it no more and buried her tongue deep in Kellys twat. Making big wide circles she loved the taste of her pussy as Kelly shuddered under her.

"Fuck yessss..that's it..that's it..."Please don't stop", she begged.

Trina knew she had to taste the young womans cum. She inserted two fingers deep in Kellys cunt then curved them up and begand rubbing her G spot. At the same time she pulled her clit between her teeth and began licking furiousrly.

Kellys eyes widened. "Oh...My God...How..How did you know the trick." Kelly screamed. She began humping up at her lovers mouth as she began to feel an intense orgasm build.

"Naaaaaahhhhhh...Harder..rub it harder..almost there..", Kelly demanded.

Trina did and after about thirty secondes Kelly screamed...."Ohhhhhhfuckkkkkcummmmminggggggggggggggggggg" She wrapped her legs around Trinas head pulling her in as her pussy juices flowed freely. Trina moaned as her mouth was filled with young female pussy cum.

Kelly shook in orgasm for several moments before finally pushing her lover away. 

Trina laid back and kelly rolled over. Licking her own juices fromn the womans face. She reached over and grasped the large dildo. 

"On your knees baby. My turn to get you off.", Kelly said.

Trina quickly rolled over and put her ass in the air. Kelly moved behind her and leaned in and began licking her exposed pussy lips and asshole

"Oh my god..you do it so good..damn baby" she squealed in delight as Kelly worked her wet pussy over.

Kelly then placed the large black dildo to her cunt and shoved it in deep.

Trina looked up at the screen to see a scene of the extact same thing going on. As one porn star fucked the other she leaned over and began licking the womans asshole.

"Do it..Do what shes doing", Trina demanded.

Kelly leanded over and fastened her mouth over the womans anus. She began darting her tongue in and out rapidly causing Trina to scream in pleasure.

"You bitch..fuck me harder..harder" Trina demanded.

Kelly shoved the fake cock in and out as she ate the womans ass.

Finally Trina felt it. The release she needed was coming.

"Baby, I am going to squirt.", she announced. "Get your mouth on my pussy!"

Kelly pulled the dildo from the woman and knelt behind her. She began sucking, licking at the womans hot cunt as she fingered her asshole. It was more then Trina could take.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhfuccccckkk" she whimpered as her pussy begand to squirt hot juice directly int Kellys waiting mouth. The girl slurpped and swallowed the older womans juices as she came hard.

After a few moments Trina collapsed on the bed.

Kelly crawled up supporting herself with her hands as she rubbed her crotch against Trina ass.

"Satisfied yet baby?" she asked as she kissed her neck.

"Ummm..Not yet"..I think this will take some time.

Kelly rolled her over and began licking her way down again.

"I was hoping you would say that. I hope to turn you into a repeat customer.", she said as her tongue again began to part Trinas pussy.

"Don't worry baby" Trina thought as she ground her pussy up to the young woman again. I think you will be making alot of service calls here. 



Sales



It was strange. In the years that I had been working with Natalie, she had never been anything more than a hated enemy. With her broken and defeated before me, though, I realized for the first time that she was also an attractive woman. The power that I felt over her was so massively enjoyable that I just couldn't stop, and my growing erection gave me an idea what I could do next.

Looking at her, I placed my hands on my hips and let out a heavy sigh. Natalie looked up at me, begging me with her eyes to be merciful. Silencing the voice in my head that screamed I was pushing too far, I unzipped my pants and let my cock flop out.

"Let's see if you can manage to clean this, bitch," I calmly stated. "Try not to fuck this one up. I'm about out of ideas for ways that you could redeem yourself, so if you disappoint me again I really won't have any other options."

Natalie looked repulsed, but she didn't argue. Scooting closer to me, she stopped with her face mere inches from my cock. Looking up at me she again pleaded with her eyes for mercy, and again saw that it was out of the question. Forcing her tongue out of her mouth she gave me a lick, looking again like she was focusing on repressing her gag reflex.

A part of me really enjoyed watching her look of abject disgust -- I wanted to strike back at her for all the pain she had inflicted on me throughout the years. She wasn't supposed to enjoy this, after all. At the same time, though, it seemed grotesquely disrespectful for her to act so repulsed by my dick. Her disgust when licking my shoes was understandable -- my shoes probably weren't exactly clean; any reasonable person would be disgusting by their taste. My cock, on the other hand, was clean -- by showing such open disgust she was essentially insulting me. Grabbing her by her hair I forced her head back.

"Are you trying to insult me here, bitch?" I demanded.

"What?" she whimpered, sounding surprised. "No, I swear to god I'm not!"

"Are you sure, now?" I continued. "Because from my perspective, you look like you're straining not to vomit on me. Tell me, bitch, does my cock taste disgusting to you? Why do you look so repulsed?"

"I'm sorry!" she pleaded. "It's not disgusting, I was just being stupid. Please, please don't be mad at me, I'm seriously trying as hard as I can!"

"This seems to be a theme with you," I sighed. "You try as hard as you can, and you still fuck up. This was probably a mistake -- you obviously have no interest in licking my cock clean, and I wouldn't want to force you to taste something that's apparently so disgusting to you. Let's just cut this short and get the police involved."

"Please no!" she begged. "Give me another chance! I swear to god, your cock doesn't taste disgusting!"

"Is that so, bitch?" I laughed. "Tell me, then, how does it taste? I wouldn't want you to continue if you're not enjoying yourself."

"It's delicious?" she lied. "Please let me continue? I want nothing more than to suck your cock; please don't deprive me of that?"

I knew she was full of shit, but I had to give her credit for trying. I held her steady for a few moments, letting her believe that I was unsure as to whether or not I should give her another chance. Once I felt she was nervous enough, I let go of her hair and slowly shook my head.

"I really need to stop giving you second chances," I sighed. "If you don't suffer the consequences of your failure, I can't really expect you to change your behavior. Against my better judgment I'm going to give you another chance to disappoint me, but be warned: if you give me any reason to doubt that you're having the time of your life licking my cock like the ignorant little slut that you are, I will make you regret it. Is that understood?"

"It is," she whimpered, forcing a smile. "I promise I won't make you regret it."

Wasting no time, Natalie lunged at my cock and went back to work. Much as she had done earlier with my shoes, she exaggerated the "bliss" that she was receiving from orally servicing me. I knew it was a lie, but I didn't care -- for once, she was completely at my mercy, and that was all that mattered. Enjoying her humiliation just as much as the physical pleasure, I felt my cock growing hard until I was fully erect.

Having noticed my erection, Natalie looked up. Her expression implied that she was on to me; that she knew I was having her give me a blowjob as opposed to cleaning my dick. I personally didn't really care -- I was still in control; the fact that I was receiving sexual pleasure from her humiliation was hardly her concern. Hoping to convey that she would be unwise to speak up, I shot her a warning glance.

"Got something to say, bitch?" I challenged her. "Go ahead and make the comment -- I know you want to. Come on, I fucking dare you -- what is it that you want to say?"

"Nothing," she mumbled, clearly afraid to fight back.

Natalie attempted to get back to sucking my cock, obviously hoping to drop the conversation. I was eager for her to get back to work as well, but I didn't want to let it slide so easily. She had shown that she thought my visible arousal might change things, and I needed to crush that idea before it became dangerous. Running my fingers through her hair, I clamped down hard and held her back.

"Don't you fucking lie to me," I warned. "You have something to say. Spit it the fuck out, but choose your words carefully. If I suspect for even a second that you're anything other than grateful for my mercy, the deal is off."

"I guess I just wanted to say how thankful I am?" she offered, sounding confused.

"Thankful for what, you little whore?" I pressed.

"Thankful that you're letting me suck your cock," she choked out. "I'm truly grateful that you're letting such a lowly little whore as myself suck your dick. May I please continue?"

I was impressed; she clearly knew that she was beaten. Releasing my grip on her hair, I permitted her to get back to work. Natalie shot me a quick "thank you" before continuing to lick my shaft.

As Natalie continued to slather her tongue over my cock I couldn't help but notice that she had quieted down a bit. She was still making the occasional noise to indicate that she was enjoying it, but it wasn't quite as exaggerated as it had been. Watching her closely, I began to suspect that she wasn't despising what I was doing to her quite as much as she would have liked me to believe.

It was nice knowing that she might actually be enjoying the act on some level, but I didn't want her to have too much fun. Grabbing her by the hair, I forced my cock into her mouth and thrust deeply, intentionally gagging her. Holding her steady while fully inserted, I drank in the feeling of total power as she helplessly looked up at me, pleading with her eyes for mercy and air.

I kept her gagged for a few seconds before withdrawing my cock. Natalie gasped for air; trying desperately to regain her composure. I gave her a moment to recover and then forced my cock back into her mouth, fucking her throat quickly and violently. She went limp, making wet gagging noises with each stroke.

Hoping to provoke a reaction, I reached for my cell phone and snapped a picture. As the shutter sound played through my phone's speakers Natalie looked up, seemingly panicked. I looked back at her, challenging her to say something while snapping more pictures. Apparently realizing that she had no way to force me to stop, Natalie lowered her eyes in submission.

I fucked Natalie's face for a few more minutes before feeling the need to stop. It wasn't that I wasn't enjoying myself -- I most certainly was, perhaps too much. I felt an orgasm building, and didn't think I'd be able to hold myself back much longer if I kept it up. The idea of shooting my cum straight down her throat was certainly appealing, but I wanted to have more fun with her first. Besides, she seemed to have mostly adjusted to having her face fucked, and I wanted to push her further.

Grabbing her hair tightly, I shoved her back. Natalie fell backwards, landing painfully on her ass. She looked confused and hurt; she clearly didn't understand what she had done wrong. Wanting to torment her a bit, I slowly shook my head as if I was deeply disappointed in her.

"I asked you to clean my cock," I reminded her. "Instead, you decided to give me a blowjob. I had no idea you were such a fucking slut; are you truly unable to do anything without being distracted by an opportunity to suck a dick?"

"You got hard!" she argued. "I was just doing what I thought you wanted me to do!"

It was nice to see that she still had some fight in her, but I needed to correct that. Slowly approaching, I bent down and positioned my face directly in front of her. Staring her in the eyes, I shot her a menacing glare to remind her that pointing out my blatant hypocrisy was not in her best interest.

"It's not a good idea to argue with me," I warned her. "But you might be partially correct -- I asked you to clean my cock, yet my cock wasn't dirty. This must have confused you, your slut instinct kicked in, and you did what came naturally. I still want you to clean my cock, but I think we have to get it messy first so that you have something to actually clean. Lose the clothes, slut."

I worried that I might be pushing too far. Natalie looked almost incredulous; she clearly didn't feel that my suggestion was appropriate. It seemed almost comical, though -- I had just violated her mouth, the line for sexuality had long since been crossed. Maintaining eye contact, I made it clear that I wasn't backing down.

"You really are a fucking pervert," she sneered. "I don't know how you get off calling me a slut when you're the one that got hard."

"Watch your tongue there, little whore," I growled. "In case you've forgotten, you're completely at my mercy. I alone decide if you'll be waking up in jail, clocking into work, or enjoying unemployment tomorrow -- you do not want to piss me off. I told you to lose your clothes; do not make me repeat myself again."

Natalie didn't look happy about my insistence. She obviously wanted to remain dressed, but that wasn't her call. I tapped my foot to remind her that she was testing patience that I didn't possess; she reluctantly began to strip. Carefully unbuttoning her shirt, she slid it off to reveal a plain white bra. Standing before me she looked tremendously embarrassed; I did my best to make things worse by openly leering at her body.

Doing her best to ignore my lecherous stares, Natalie kicked off her shoes. Unbuttoning her dress pants, she awkwardly slid them down around her ankles and stepped out of them. Naked except for her bra and panties she wrapped her arms across her chest and shot me a look of pleading, probably hoping that she was naked enough as she was.

"I told you to lose your clothes, whore," I reminded her. "I didn't say 'show me your underwear'. This is just pathetic, really -- I would think that I could expect a slut like you to know how to get naked if nothing else. In fact, I can't help thinking that you're being intentionally disobedient as a way to insult me. Is that what it is, whore?"

"No!" she protested. "I swear to god, I'm not trying to insult you. Look, you've got me down to my bra and panties, isn't that enough?"

"And once again, there's that insulting tone," I sighed. "Listen, slut -- your job is not to tell me what is and is not enough; your job is to do as I say and hope for mercy. Now, if you think that's too much to handle we can just give up right now and I'll call the police. If you're hoping to earn some mercy, I suggest you tell me that you're going to be an obedient little slut and comply with my orders."

Natalie shot me a defeated look and began unfastening her bra. It was great that she was complying with my orders, but I didn't much care for her skipping steps. Reaching forward, I slapped her gently across the face -- I didn't want to really hurt her, but I did want her attention.

"Stupid bitch," I sighed. "Did you forget to tell me something?"

"I'm sorry," she whimpered, remembering my instructions. "I'll be obedient, I promise."

"That's not what I told you to say," I warned. "Keep testing me, bitch -- I promise you you'll regret it."

"I'll be an obedient little slut!" she practically shouted, obviously intimidated. "I'm trying to do what you want, please show a little mercy."

"That's better," I praised, gently stroking her hair to build contrast. "I don't want to have to keep reminding you of your place, you know. I'd like to be nice to you -- but you're going to need to be more cooperative."

"I understand," she whimpered, slipping out of her bra. "I'll do my best, I promise."

Now down to her panties alone, Natalie hesitated for a moment. Taking a deep breath, she slid her panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them. Immediately, she thrust her hand over her crotch while wrapping the other arm around her breasts, hoping to conceal her nudity. She obviously didn't want me to see her naked, and I suspected there was a deeper reason than the obvious.

"I'm going to give you a chance to prove to me that you're honestly trying to be a good slut," I informed her. "Place your hands on your head and move your feet apart. Hold that pose until I tell you otherwise."

Natalie looked terrified by the order, but she reluctantly complied. Assuming the vulnerable pose that I had demanded, she looked like she was about to cry again. Openly leering at her body, I suspected I knew why.

Natalie's nipples were erect, though I suspected she could blame that on the air conditioning as opposed to arousal. Looking down, though, her clit was clearly inflamed and her inner thighs were shiny with her juices. Noticing that I had seen her secret, tears began to again stream down her face.

I didn't say anything right away. Picking up my phone, I shot a couple of pictures of her full body, and a couple more focused on the growing wetness between her legs. Natalie whimpered, unhappy with my recording evidence of just how turned on she was. I only laughed at her shame, enjoying her inability to stop me.

"I can't say I'm surprised," I chuckled. "You are a slut, after all. Still, seems a bit fucked up that you gave me shit for getting hard when your cunt is so flooded."

"It's not what it looks like!" she cried.

"Is that so?" I laughed. "Cause to me, it looks like your fuck hole is dripping wet, desperately yearning for cock. Tell me, if that isn't what it is, then what is it?"

"I don't know," she whimpered. "Can we please not talk about it?"

I didn't much care for her giving me orders, but I didn't necessarily disagree with her desire. Talking about her dripping cunt was fun and all, but doing something about it would be even more enjoyable. Without saying a word I stepped forward and grabbed her tits; rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. Natalie groaned, clearly struggling to keep her hands on her head as I had instructed. I happily ignored her obvious shame and focused only on her tits.

"I know what you're thinking," I comforted her. "You're disappointed that I went for your tits -- you were probably hoping that I'd go straight for your slutty little twat, weren't you?"

Natalie replied with a unintelligible, pained whimper. I considered forcing her to answer, but chose not to. I suspected that I already knew the answer anyway.

"You don't have to be so sad," I encouraged her. "I'm only planning to play with your tits for a little while. In a moment, I'm going to drop my hand down between your legs and finger fuck you, laughing as you struggle to keep your legs apart as I've commanded. Just to let you know before it's an issue, I do expect you to keep your little whore legs open and inviting -- if they close even an inch, I'm going to be angry. Is that understood?"

Natalie nodded; indicating that she understood the rules. Wanting to put that theory to the test, I did exactly as I promised and slowly slid my hand down her chest slowly, drinking in the fear and anticipation that radiated from her body. Finally reaching my destination between her thighs, she struggled to keep her legs open as I callously slid my fingers over her slit.

Amazingly, Natalie was even wetter than she appeared. Aiming two fingers at her opening, I pressed them in. They slid in effortlessly, producing a sloppy, wet sound. Looking Natalie in the eye, I laughed as her face went bright red -- she heard how wet she was and had no way of denying it.

"Poor slut," I mock-comforted as I began to slowly pump my fingers in and out of her. "You're still not happy, and I know why. You don't want to be fucked by my fingers at all. You were hoping that I'd just bend you over and slam my cock deep into you, weren't you? God knows you're wet enough already, you fucking whore."

Natalie again neglected to answer, letting out only an embarrassed whimper. I considered letting it slide again, but I didn't want her to think it was okay to just ignore my questions. While I continued to fuck her with one hand, I wrapped my other around her throat. I didn't choke her, but I wanted her to realize that I could.

"I asked you a question, slut," I reminded her. "And you'd do well to give me an answer. Tell me the truth now -- you want me to fuck your little slut brains out, don't you?"

"I do," she whimpered.

Natalie's tone was surprisingly sincere. I knew she really didn't have a choice in which answer to give -- telling me no would have been strategically unwise. Still, I couldn't help but think that she was using the situation to hide her very real lust. Regardless of her motivation, I wanted to reward her for giving me the answer that I had sought. Increasing speed, I began finger fucking her hard, enjoying the wet pumping sounds that filled the air. Natalie wobbled a bit on her legs and began to moan softly, but managed to hold her pose.

"Then everything is going to work out fine," I laughed. "I'm really only finger fucking you to get you ready, you know. I realize I could take you now -- hell, you could probably accommodate a horse right now, given how sloppy your hole is. I want you flooded, though -- I want you to have something to really lick off of my cock when we're done."

Natalie moaned loudly; I couldn't tell if it was through genuine lust or shame. Figuring that she was probably still a little embarrassed about how aroused she was, I decided to drive the point home. Pulling my hand out of her crotch I held it to her face, forcing her to watch as her cum slowly dripped down my wrist.

"Here's a little preview, slut," I laughed, smearing her cum over her face. "When we're done, this is what you'll be slurping off my cock."

Having effectively slimed her face, I attempted to force my fingers into her mouth so that she could get a taste. Natalie initially clamped her mouth shut, but quickly remembered who was in control. Reluctantly, she opened her jaw; permitting me to force my fingers deep into her mouth. Emulating the motions I had made in her crotch, I pumped my fingers in and out of her mouth; enjoying the look of anguish on her face.

I fucked her mouth with my hand for a little while longer, then decided that she had been humiliated enough in that manner. Grabbing her by the hair I shoved her towards the desk. I was about to tell her to bend over, but it was unnecessary -- Natalie quickly placed her hands on the desk and raised her ass into the air expectedly. I was pleased with her cooperation, but wanted to have a little fun with it.

"You little slut," I laughed. "You just can't wait to get fucked, can you? Look at you, presenting your twat like a bitch in heat."

Natalie whimpered in humiliation, but held the pose. Approaching her slowly, I casually slapped her ass. After aiming the tip of my cock at her cunt opening, I placed my hands on her hips and hesitated a moment. Natalie was breathing heavily -- I couldn't tell if she was nervous or anxious about what was about to happen, but it didn't really matter.




Sales



"Seeing as you're obviously desperate for a fuck," I mused, "I think it would be appropriate for you to beg me. You clearly want this; I can feel your cunt cream soaking the tip of my dick even now."

Natalie groaned loudly. Her body language made it clear that she wanted it, but I don't think she was okay with outright admitting it. Hoping to encourage her to get over that fear, I slapped her ass hard; leaving a bright pink hand print. Natalie whimpered a little in spanking, but apparently still didn't understand that she was going to have to beg for it -- she tried to wiggle her ass backwards, but was thwarted by my grip on her waist.

"Please fuck me?" she offered, hanging her head low. She sounded sincere, yet was obviously deeply embarrassed to say such things.

"You call that begging?" I laughed, slapping her ass again. "Show me how much you want this, slut -- I can already feel how wet you are, you're not fooling anyone anyway. The longer you hold out, the longer you'll be without the deep dicking that I think we both know you're desperate for."

"Please fuck my dripping cunt!" she exclaimed, sounding both ashamed and desperate. "Please fuck me like the whore I am! I need your cock, I'll do anything for it! You can fuck me as hard as you like, just please fuck me already!"

I was impressed. I had expected her to reluctantly beg. What she gave me was well above the bare minimum -- she was truly begging to be fucked. In a screwed up way I respected that, and I wanted to reward her for her openness. Gripping her waist hard I thrust deeply into her, impaling her on my cock.

Natalie let out a yelp, though it seemed more out of surprise than pain. Fully engulfed in her warm wetness, I began to fuck her with long, slow strokes; taking my time and enjoying the experience. Natalie moaned softly, yet seemed to be holding back. I liked the shame she was clearly experiencing, but I didn't feel like letting her hide it from me. Reaching back, I slapped her again on the ass, aiming for the hand print that I had left earlier.

"Don't you fucking hide your moaning from me, you fucking whore," I growled. "I already know that you're a fucking slut, you may as well act like one. Moan like the whore we both know you really are, or I swear to god I will make you suffer."

Natalie quickly corrected her behavior. Realizing that hiding her situation from me was futile and counterproductive, she began to moan loudly. Wanting to tease her I held still; she picked up the slack and began fucking me back. Relaxing, I simply stood there and let her do all of the work.

As Natalie went to work bouncing back and forth on my dick, I again picked up my phone. I shot a few pictures of her with her head down; some of her entire body, some zoomed in on my penetration. Wanting something a little more valuable I grabbed her by the hair and forced her to look up, then took a few more pictures of the entire scene with her face visible. Each time the shutter sound played through my phone she groaned a little, but she never stopped moaning or fucking back.

"I'm curious, slut," I wondered aloud. "Do you always soak your panties when you're abused, or is it just with me? Is this normal behavior for a whore like you?"

Natalie obviously didn't want to answer. Probably hoping that she could force me to forget about my question, she started to fuck back extremely hard. As good as it felt, though, I still wanted an answer. Slapping her ass again, I let her know that she was going to have to give one -- I couldn't just let her fuck her way out of every problem, after all.

"It's not normal for me," she moaned. "I swear, I really don't know what happened."

"I think I know what happened," I laughed. "You're a fucking slut, Natalie -- you saw a cock, and your cunt decided to get itself ready while you did everything in your power to get it in you. Honestly, I don't know what I was thinking -- fucking a whore like you is hardly punishment. You ought to be thanking me for lowering myself to fuck such a disgusting little slut pig."

"Please stop calling me a slut," she whimpered.

"Is that a joke?" I laughed, slapping her ass again. "Natalie, your cunt drenched itself while a man you claim to hate was fucking your throat. The instant that man stopped, you reacted by stripping naked and pleading for him to fuck you. You're now bent over a desk in the back room of your job, fucking that man like a worthless little whore. You are the living embodiment of the very concept of a slut, and I don't think I can allow you to pretend otherwise. Tell me what you are, whore."

"Please don't make me say it?" she begged.

I suspected that letting her do the work was giving her an undeserved sense of power over the situation. Hoping to remind her who was in charge, I grabbed her by her hair and forced her face down into the desk. Leaning on her shoulders, I held her steady while fucking her hard; demonstrating to her that I was in control. Leaning in, I placed my face right behind her ear; breathing down her neck.

"You're dangerously close to making me unhappy with you," I warned her. "Unless you're hoping to convince me to punish you in a way that you won't enjoy, I strongly suggest you start cooperating. Now, tell me what you are, bitch."

"I'm a slut," she admitted.

"More, bitch," I demanded. "I want to know that you really understand what you are."

"I'm a worthless fucking slut who gets off on being fucked by anyone," she sobbed. "Even though I fucking hate you, I love the fact that you're fucking me. I really am a disgusting whore."

"Is that the truth, slut," I demanded, "or are you just telling me what I want to hear?"

"It's the truth!" she blurted out. "I wish it wasn't, but it is."

Despite how improbable it seemed, I had no reason to doubt her words. She might be able to claim that I had blackmailed her into the act in the first place, but there was no denying that she was loving every second of it. Rewarding her honesty I fucked her as hard as I could, forcing her to cry out in pleasure.

Apparently being forced to admit that she really was a worthless whore was too much for Natalie. Thrusting her ass back into me, she moaned loudly as her orgasm began. Holding her steady I continued fucking her hard, thinking about the humiliation she must have been feeling. I let her finish her orgasm and then grabbed her by her hair and pulled her up, keeping my cock embedded in her the entire time.

"Don't think I didn't notice that, slut," I growled. "I gave you that orgasm -- me, the guy that you supposedly hate. It really makes me wonder, is there anyone that you wouldn't fuck? Are you that loose that any guy can make you cum, or am I special?"

I considered forcing an answer, but chose not to. Fucking her felt much better than I had expected, and I could contain my orgasm no longer. After spinning her around I pressed down on her shoulders, forcing her to her knees. Natalie looked up at me, her face awash in fear and lust.

"Open your mouth, whore," I commanded. "If you're good, I might shoot it all in your mouth. If not, you'll be wearing my cum for the rest of your shift in the hopes of reminding you exactly what you are."

Natalie obeyed my order immediately, opening her mouth as wide as she could and sticking out her tongue. As my orgasm began I launched the first strand directly onto her tongue, though a small amount landed on her upper lip. Enjoying the sense of power, I drained my balls onto her waiting face. I mostly aimed for her mouth, but I wasn't too careful -- I kind of liked the idea of forcing her to wear my cum for the rest of the day.

After my orgasm subsided I looked down at her, surveying the damage. Natalie's mouth was full of cum; she had yet to swallow though apparently knew enough not to try to spit it out. Grabbing my phone I snapped off a few more pictures of my handiwork, enjoying her expression of total humiliation. A handful of small globs of my semen dotted her face; I reached down to rub into her skin. Her makeup smudged, but I was okay with that. She looked messy, but it wouldn't be readily apparent why that was.

"Swallow, bitch," I instructed. "Unless you want to spit it out and wear it all."

The look on her face told me that she did not want to swallow my cum, but she didn't seem to want to wear any more of it either. She looked up at me, pleading with her eyes for mercy; I returned her look with one of stern impatience. Accepting that she had no choice, Natalie closed her mouth and tilted her head back. Taking a deep gulp she looked absolutely miserable.

"Good slut," I laughed, rubbing her throat. "I hope you aren't going to forget to thank me for letting you drink my cum, now. Who knows, maybe drinking it down will impart some of my talent onto you."

"Thank you," she choked out, appearing as though she was struggling not to cry.

Looking down on my crotch I saw that she had made quite a mess. My cock was still semi-hard; the thin layer of cum coating it glistened in the light. Her juices had even run down my thighs, presenting a vulgar image. Running my hand through her hair I again clamped down, forcing her face into my crotch.

"Well the good news is you've got something to clean up this time," I laughed. "Get to work, bitch. There's no way that I'm going to spend the rest of the day with your whore slime coating me."

Natalie obeyed. Though reluctant at first she seemed to quickly warm up to the idea. Releasing my grip on her hair, I permitted her to lick her cum from my crotch; laughing at her indignation. My laughter only seemed to encourage her; before long she was greedily licking up her slime with enthusiasm.

"So, I have some good news," I began, as she continued to clean me. "I'm not calling the cops -- at least not yet. I'm not even going to talk to Brian when he comes in. It wouldn't make sense to, at this point -- I no longer want you fired. In fact, I'm starting to like you and looking forward to spending more time working with you in the future."

"Thank you," she squeaked.

"Back to work, slut," I instructed, pressing her face back into my crotch and forcing my semi-hard cock into her mouth. "As I was saying, I'm not getting you fired; but that's really only because I think I've found a more useful role for you. From now on, you're my whore. Is that clear?"

Natalie nodded to indicate that she understood, my cock still lodged in her mouth. Feeling that she had sucked enough of her slime off of it, I pulled her head back and pressed her face into my left thigh. Natalie quickly took the hint, and began licking her cum off of that as well.

"I'm glad you understand," I praised her. "If you cooperate, I'll treat you well -- well, at least by slut standards. I'll still use you as a cum dumpster whenever I please, but I won't go out of my way to hurt you or anything. I promise that you'll be better off if you accept your new position without struggle -- but just in case you think fighting might be a more viable avenue, please remember that I still have the pictures. I'd be more than happy to show them to any interested parties if I feel you're getting out of line. Customers, coworkers, friends, et cetera -- I'll show the whole world just what a whore you really are."

"You wouldn't dare!" she gasped.

Something about her tone seemed strange to me. She certainly sounded as though she was afraid of being seen in the compromising positions that I had photographed, but it sounded as if there was a little desire in it as well. Interested in where it might go, I pressed her face back into my thigh and continued.

"That's a strange thing to say," I mused. "I mean, you should know that I most certainly would -- in fact, I'll likely look for excuses to show them off. I should probably let you know that I strongly suspect that you're hoping I do, too. Just the same, I'm counting on the part of you that realizes that advertising to the world just what a whore you are might be a bad idea to keep you in line. Tell me that you understand and that you'll be a good little slut."

"I understand," she whimpered. "I promise I'll be a good little slut."

"Good girl," I praised her, pushing her back.

As Natalie watched in anticipation from her knees, I grabbed a permanent marker from the desk. Popping the cap off, I knelt down in front of her. In two inch tall letters I scrawled the word "LIAM'S WHORE" across her chest. Placing the marker back on the desk, I kicked her clothes in her direction.

"A few ground rules from now on," I began, pulling my pants back up. "First of all, as I mentioned earlier you're not to wash my cum off of your face. You failed to present me a large enough target, so hopefully my cum will help you to remember how you've disappointed me and encourage you to try harder in the future."

"Please don't make me do that," she begged as she began to dress herself. "People will notice!"

"They'll think you fucked up your makeup," I shrugged. "At least, that's what they'll think if you cooperate. If you don't cooperate, I'll be happy to show them the pictures documenting exactly what those splotches really are. You can wash it off when you get home, but it stays on your face for the rest of the work day -- understood?"

"Understood," she whimpered, lowering her eyes.

"Moving on," I continued, "the mark that I've put on your chest will fade in time; permanent marker is hardly permanent on skin. Part of your morning routine from now will be tracing it back on after you shower. If you don't have a marker at home, get one. I'll be checking you; if it's faded in the slightest I will punish you mercilessly. Is that understood?"

Natalie nodded meekly. Noting the time, I realized that we'd have to open the store soon. I considered adding more rules, but I didn't want to overwhelm her -- there would be time for that later.

"Good slut," I praised. "I don't want to give you more than you can handle just yet, but I promise you that there will be more rules in the future. I'm going to use your body as it was meant to be used; you'll be nothing more than a sexual plaything for me. Cooperate, and I'll reward your obedience with orgasms. Fail me, and I'll punish you severely."

"I understand," she whimpered, sounding defeated.

"I knew you would," I laughed, playfully slapping her on the ass. "Now, let's get to work. It's going to be a long day, and as your new mentor I don't want to see you slacking off. 



Salesgirl



Danni sat back in the cubicle, drinking her coffee and quietly fuming. It had been one of those days. Everything seemed to have gone wrong and there had been nothing she could do to stop it.

Her mind drifted back to the worst of the little incidents, one that she considered quite insulting. She'd searched for weeks for the perfect dress for the party next week, and when she'd found it she hadn't objected to the price or the rude manner of that stupid salesgirl. She'd known that the girl was deliberately overcharging her, but she had really wanted that dress.

She'd had put it on layby and put down her deposit and made the final payment with plenty of time, and then that girl claimed she'd lost it.

"Can't understand what happened," she said, "but the layby is missing. You'll have to wait until we can order another one. It may be a month or two. Sorry."

And on top of that, when she'd pointed out that would be far too late and demanded a refund, the woman had tried to charge her a fee for layby cancellation. She hadn't cancelled, they'd lost it. No way was she paying for their mistake and so she'd told her. There was also no way she'd go back to that damn shop.

What had really got her was the shop assistants attitude. She'd been rude and arrogant, as though they were doing her a favour by letting her shop there. Some favour, they couldn't even keep track of the few sales they did make. She could still hear that woman's voice, so sweetly condescending. 

Just a moment, Danni thought, I can still hear that woman's voice. She suddenly tuned in to the conversation floating through the air from the next cubicle.

"Anyway, this woman came in to pick up her lay-by. You know the one," the woman was saying.

"I assume you mean the one you raided for that dress you wore last week," giggled another voice.

"Spot on," said the salesgirl. "Pity about that wine spilling. If it hadn't been for that I'd have been able to put it back in time and she'd never have known. As it is, the dress is at the cleaners and won't be back for another couple of days."

"What'd she say when you told her the dress wasn't there?"

"Oh, I got all superior, insinuated it was her own fault for taking so long to pay it off. Told her she should wait for a few months while we found a replacement. God, she was ropable."

There was some mutual giggling, and then the salesgirl continued.

"You should have seen her face when she demanded her money back. I told her there would have to be a layby cancellation fee, and she turned purple. I thought she was going to have a stroke."

"God, you've got a nerve, when you're the one who pinched it. What did she say about the fee?"

"Ha! The silly bitch got all hoity-toity and pointed out that she didn't cancel. We failed to live up to our side of the bargain. She'd have her money back and no fee, or else."

"What did you do then?"

"Oh, I acted all superior and told her that as a favoured customer we would, this time only, waive the cancellation fee. But was she grateful?"

There was more giggling. 

"What did you tell your manager?"

"I just said she came in and demanded the lay-by be cancelled. She was threatening to kick up a stink if we didn't refund all her money, so I thought it politic to do so. The stores good name and all that. I was given a pat on the back and told not to accept lay-bys from her anymore. I'll slip the dress back into stock after it's back from the cleaners and no-one will notice."

Danni sat back, thinking hard. Her first impulse was to stand up and pour her coffee all over the bitch. Her second thought was that it'd be better to wait and consider just how best to give the woman her dues.

A few days later, after dinner was over and Danni and her husband, Gordon, were relaxing watching TV, Danni turned to him.

"Gordon, do you remember what you said when I asked what you wanted for your birthday."

Gordon grinned. "I not only remember, I still have the bruise on my arm where you hit me."

"You do not. I didn't hit that hard, and you know it. Anyway, if memory serves me right, you said a blonde, slender, about twenty, with nice boobs and no clothes.

So what would you say to a nice young blonde, but complete with clothes, initially. You'd have to do the clothes removal yourself." 

"While you're sitting in the same room as me, I wouldn't say anything. The bruises, you know."

"Idiot. Let me tell you about what happened to me when I was shopping the other day."

Danni proceeded to relate the story of her lay-by and the shop-assistant's perfidy. Gordon, while sympathetic, didn't see that they could do much. 

"If we complain to the store manager, he'll just think you're a difficult customer trying to cause trouble. From what you said, she's already prepared the ground for him to expect a whining customer."

"I'd already come to that conclusion myself," admitted Danni. "And that wouldn't be enough, anyway. I wouldn't have minded if she'd been apologetic about the lay-by going astray. Unhappy, but I know these things can happen. But she wasn't apologetic. She was rude. She insinuated it was my fault for not picking it up earlier. She deliberately tried to stall me until she could get the dress back after she'd been wearing it. And she had the gall to try to charge me for the problem she caused. I want her head on a platter."

"I don't think that's permitted anymore, but I also think you have something else in mind. What is it?"

"I thought I'd give her to you for a birthday present, and you could teach her a lesson in life," announced Danni triumphantly.

Gordon blinked. 

"You want me to seduce her and then dump her, or something like that?" he asked. "Might I point out I'm in my forties, and I don't make it a habit to try to chase down pretty young things and seduce them. I'm way out of touch in that department."

"Don't let that worry you," purred Danni. "You more than make up for it in the bedroom. Anyway, it wasn't seduction I had in mind. It was more in the line of letting the little cheater have an involuntary sexual experience."

Gordon was genuinely startled by that. This woman had really managed to offend Danni. She usually managed to take everything in her stride and just brush of life's little incidentals.

"So you're saying you want me to hunt her down and jump her sometime?"

"Not sometime, on your birthday, as your birthday present from me. I've been back to the shop several times when she hasn't been there and I managed to pick up some information about her. She's works late on Thursdays, and your birthday is a Thursday. 

What I suggest is that when she leaves the shop on Thursday night, we'll be waiting out the back with your van. When she comes out, you just push her in the van and climb in and I'll drive off. I'll leave the radio on loud so nobody will hear her if she screams and you can give her a much needed lesson while I drive around. We drop her off back at the shop afterwards."

Gordon looked at Danni, shocked by her suggestion, but also intrigued.

"You really want me to take this woman? You don't think it's a bit much?"

"I really want you to. It was bad enough that she cheated me and was nasty about it while she did it. What was worse was the way she boasted about it afterwards, and put me down."

Gordon considered the issue. Finally he nodded.

"OK. If you really want me to, I'll do it. I suppose I'd better get the van cleaned out and find a mattress to put on the floor."

On the designated night, things went smoothly. Danni parked the van near the rear exit of the shop while Gordon opened the sliding door and waited. Almost to the minute expected, the salesgirl came out the back of the shop and turned to walk past the van. 

As she passed, Gordon stepped down, confirmed there was no-one else around and casually pushed the girl into the van, following her in and slamming the door. Danni then drove away.

In the back of the van, the salesgirl was looking wildly around, trying to work out what was going on.

"Hi," said Gordon. "And what would your name be?"

"I'm Stephanie," Stephanie answered. "Stephanie Wilson. You've got the wrong person."

"I don't think so," said Gordon. "Stephanie Wilson is the person we want. You've been a baaad girl, Steph, and you've made some people very annoyed. They asked me to explain to you that bad manners come with a cost. You, apparently, have been showing people your bad manners, and now it's time to pay the cost."

Stephanie swallowed. "What are you going to do?" she asked.

"Not what I was originally asked to do," said Gordon. "One person you insulted has a lot of influence with the boss, and she wanted your head. In one of the bags from your little shop. I pointed out that that was maybe going a little too far for a girl with bad manners. It's hard to remember to improve your behaviour when you don't have a head, isn't it?" 

"Who the hell had she managed to offend?" wondered Stephanie. She considered her behaviour in the shop and realised it could be a number of people. 

"So what are you going to do?" asked Stephanie, a slight tremble in her voice.

"I assume that you don't really want me to break any bones? No, I didn't think so. Black eyes and losing a tooth or two probably won't appeal either? I see we're in agreement still.

I'll tell you what. Why don't you think over what would be an appropriate warning to give a rude young woman. While you're thinking it over, you can be taking off your clothes and then lying down on that mattress that just happens to be handy."

"You're going to rape me, aren't you?" said Stephanie, her voice shaking nervously.

"Consider it an episode of negative reinforcement on the subject of bad manners. I think you'll find it the best choice from a rather nasty set of options," pointed out Gordon. "Don't let it worry you too much. I'm already wearing a condom. And why aren't you undressed already? Do I have to do it for you?"

Reluctantly, Stephanie undressed and then settled down onto the mattress, watching Gordon nervously as she did so. She was quietly appalled to see him matching her as she stripped, and was shocked to finally see his erection.

"That's why they sent me," Gordon told her, seeing her staring at his erection. "They wanted to make a big impression on you."

Gordon settled down next to Stephanie and moved her legs apart. For a moment she tried to resist, but a raised finger and a quiet warning saw her, not so much relax, as yield to the circumstances.

Stephanie watched, biting her lip, as Gordon settled between her thighs.

She gasped as he placed a hand on her pussy, giving it a rough massage. 

"Feel free to scream," Gordon told her. "I don't mind and it might relieve your feelings a bit."

Stephanie glared at him, her mouth snapping closed.

Gordon grinned and eased apart her lips, giving himself room to start his entry. While he was going to have his fun, he had no intention of physically harming the girl, so a slow entry was called for.

Aligning himself, he pressed firmly forward, slipping between her lips. She was tight and dry, so Gordon paused, giving her a chance to relax a little and her body a chance to start self-lubricating.

After a short wait, Gordon started pressing home, this time finding that while Stephanie was still nice and tight, she was damp enough to facilitate a smooth entry. Frustrated swearing and a few little screams from Stephanie indicated that she did not seem too impressed with this consideration. Some people are never satisfied.

Finally fully committed to Stephanie, and her body nicely adapting to his presence, Gordon pulled out and pressed home again, hard and fast.

This finally got a decent reaction from Stephanie, as she gave a loud squeal followed by a heart-felt curse of "Oh, fuck!"

Taking this as a plea, Gordon smiled.

"If you insist," he said, pulling back and driving home again.

Now Stephanie was getting very verbose, squealing and cursing. Gordon hadn't really considered it possible to use the word fuck so many times in one sentence and still have the sentence make sense, but Stephanie was apparently a master of blue language.

Gordon settled down for some serious fucking, bouncing enthusiastically on poor Stephanie, and finding himself not really sure if she was cursing or cheering him on. He was quite sure the squeals and swearing were music to Danni's ears, but she might not have been quite so happy if she saw the way Stephanie was bucking under him.

For someone who was being taken forcibly, she was certainly putting in a maximum effort to get the deed accomplished with all haste.

Gordon hung on for as long as he could, but soon found himself coming quite explosively. Stephanie was reacting to his final hard fast strokes, and gave a wailing scream as she also climaxed, followed by some heartfelt cursing of all men and their idiot ideas.

Withdrawing, Gordon told Stephanie to get dressed. 

"We'll drop you back where we picked you up," he told her. "When we stop, you just walk away and don't look back, and you won't hear from us again. But smarten up your manners with your customers. The boss won't send me around next time."

Watching Stephanie walking quickly away, Gordon told Danni to head for home. He considered for a moment. No, he decided. He wouldn't tell her the condom broke. Why upset her.



Salesladies Dilemma



Jolene had never heard of a salesclerk making a house call but that's what happens when you screw up a sale for the company's biggest client. Mrs. Sanford is definitely a bitch but she's a rich bitch and she is use to getting her way. When she called Jolene's boss to inform him that she had fitted her wrong he told her to go make it right.

As she pulled up to the gated mansion at the top of the hill Jolene thought, she should look for the Cerberus because she knew she was entering the gates to Hades. The servant who opened the door and then coldly told her to wait in the hall was even haughty but then she probably made more than Jolene did so maybe she had the right. She eventually led her to Mrs. Sanford's dressing room door, knocked for her and left. She stood there waiting with her bag, should she knock again, no she better wait. Finally, she heard 'Enter' and opened the door to a room larger than her apartment. Mrs. Sanford was standing dressed only in her bra her panties and garter belt, the very ones Jolene had sold her. She defiantly had a presence about her and one would almost expect the need to bow before her. Her dark hair contrasted with her alabaster skin as it framed her strong face but it was her blue eyes that you noticed first. Jolene guessed her art teacher would have called them cerulean and she could not remember ever seeing eyes of that shade. Those very eyes were now peering at Jolene and they were hard and cold.

"Mrs. Sanford, I'm sorry if I caused a problem, I am here to..."

"I don't want to hear it, come here and look at how this bra fits; I will not wear something like this."

To Jolene the bra looked to fit perfectly it was not pinching her sides, her breasts fit the cup size; she wished she could afford to wear bras that fit as well.

"Again I'm sorry Mrs. Sanford if you could just tell me where it is that you are uncomfortable I'm sure..."

"I'll show you oh yeah I'll show you. Take off your blouse I'll show you."

With the clients anger rising Jolene didn't hesitate to remove her top as she tried to remember if she even wore a clean bra today.

"See the bra you chose for yourself gives you all this cleavage." 

With this she plunged her fingers between Jolene's double Ds to indicate what she meant.

"But the bra you chose for me, see no cleavage, just because I chose to remain a B cup does not mean I don't wish to look voluptuous." 

At last, here was an issue that Jolene work with and she explained how a push up would indeed give her some cleavage yet at the cost of comfort. Jolene searched for the right bra from her bag as Mrs. Sanford removed hers. She glanced up to see her pert breasts standing at attention her nipples red and hard. Now not only did she wish she had her money she wished she had her breasts also. This woman was close to fifteen years older than she was and yet her breasts stood up and firm without even the need for support, whereas she even wore a sleep bra to keep hers off her belly. 

"As a lingerie salesperson I know I shouldn't say this but your breasts are so beautiful in their natural state, you shouldn't even wear one. Here let me take off mine to give you the comparison."

She took off her bra and walked up next to her to show how she sagged next to Mrs. Sanford's breasts standing tall. When she got too close their nipples bumped after she picked up her breast to show how much they drooped. The rubbing of nipple against nipple made them both give an involuntary moan and Jolene jumped back in surprise.

Jolene couldn't believe how just that touch had sent shock waves down her center and by the look on her face; she could sense her client felt the same. To ease the tension she changed the subject,

"I also brought those silk stockings we talked about, would you like to try them on?'

Mrs. Sanford's thought were elsewhere but she nodded her assent and then sat on the bed expecting Jolene to assist with putting them on. Jolene knelt at her feet and when she picked her foot up to take off her present stockings, Jolene noticed a damp spot on her panties and she already knew she had a matching one on her own. 

"You'll like how sexy these will feel on your legs; I just wish I could afford to wear silk. I knew you'd like this garter belt it fits tight around the hips and won't ride."

Jolene held her thighs as she unhooked her old stockings and as she put on the new ones, she continually caressed her legs as she rolled them up. Jolene was so close she could smell Mrs. Sanford's scent and she knew she was as hot as she was.

"My but your panties are damp, allow me to slid these off and we'll get you a new pair." 

Just to make sure the woman would know how naughty Jolene was she kissed the wet spot stretched tight against her slit. When she heard the moan, she threw caution to the wind and put her lips up to the ladies' crotch. By the time she finally got Mrs. Sanford's panties off she knew she was hers to do with as she pleased. She spread her legs and put her mouth on her clit causing the woman to shudder in orgasm. After another two mind altering climaxes Mrs. Sanford begged her to stop, as she was afraid she might faint. Jolene stood and kissed her on the lips just to give her a taste of her own pussy, and then she went to her bag to retrieve a new pair of panties.

By now, Mrs. Sanford had regained some of her upper crust ways and once again, they became salesclerk and customer.

"I will try your ideal of not wearing a bra but if I find it uncomfortable you will have to come back to give me another fitting."

"Better yet why don't I just come back this Friday to double check on how everything is working out?" 

Jolene was writing her new Friday appointment in her calendar as she left and once on the street she said to herself,

"Ah yes another satisfied customer."



Salesman Enjoys Trip Of His Life



Introduction

I have not had this story edited so if you find some major spelling errors or other issues, please let me know. 



February

One of the perks of working in sales and being successful with it is the annual trips your company pays for. I was lucky enough to have a Hawaii trip paid for and since the trip always allows the winner to bring a significant other along, my girlfriend and I took advantage of an all-inclusive vacation last year; correction, my ex-girlfriend and I. 

The trip was definitely the peak of our two year relationship before it fell down face first a few months later. We couldn't find a reason not to argue about anything - from who should pay for the dent in her car, to what sex fantasies were off limits. 

Don't get me wrong, Sara was good looking and barely held back in bed but the more the tensions grew it felt like more and more things became 'unconformable' for her which was a joke compared to all the wild things we did in the first three quarters of our relationship and especially in Maui.

While I had a slow start with this year's campaign, I gained some steam with consecutive months of near record breaking sales. I could start to taste the salty air while sunbathing on the cruise next to a babe, but my mind simply didn't allow me to go into too much detail since I had no idea who I would take with me.

April

Fast forward a few months and I find myself leading the campaign. For some reason selling IT consultation contracts to decision makers that don't know the difference between the internet and their intranet wasn't the hardest gig. As we came down to the last few months of the campaign, my coworker and friend David started catching up with me after closing a $1.2M deal in the middle of the month. His fiancé promised him an unforgettable sex escape if he won and knowing how little inhibitions she had (based on David's stories and experiencing it first hand at the company's holiday party) I knew David had every intention of taking the prize home. 

Previous December

Speaking of the holiday party, it was a bit awkward being the only person out of 35 employees of the sales department that came solo. But the advantage was being able to flirt with the handful of female co-workers or their female companion since they weren't in a relationship either. Aside from David's fiancé, there were only a couple of other girls worth looking at but that was more than I could have asked for. 

It being a formal event at an upscale steakhouse the men wore suits while most women wore cocktail dresses with teasing pairs of high heels that brought them closer to my 6'4" frame. Especially David's fiancé (without heels was approaching 5'8") who was so hot in her little black dress showing off her C-cup cleavage, perfectly tanned legs, and little ass that most men including the married CEO of the company couldn't keep their eyes off her. She knew it too and it was clear that she was pushing the envelope when she bent over, crossed her legs or leaned forward just at the right times. 

Unfortunately, David was oblivious to the fact that Meghan was teasing the men around him. She was not only a sexy vixen but also in great shape and probably kept in shape while working as a physical therapist. I always wondered how hard it must be to have her as your therapist since she runs her own practice near downtown Seattle and from what David had mentioned always wears the tightest fitting leggings and athletic shirts. If she was to show me any stretches while wearing some of those outfits, I am sure any pain would quickly disappear. 

Both she and David had had a few drinks with David becoming the life of the party telling stories that only drunk people would find funny. Meghan, while still able to walk in a somewhat straight line in her sexy black heels, was definitely becoming even less conservative in her actions. 

While I enjoyed the view of her (she was now the only hot girl left at the party) I knew she was off limits. If you took David out of the picture I would have found a way to have her suck my cock or take her from behind in the parking garage. I just remembered that my Audi A6 was conveniently parked in the far back corner so it shouldn't be too hard to stay out of sight. My mind got quickly carried away with the visual of me banging this tall slender brunette from behind and I started to realize that my excitement was showing in my pants. 

I decided I had to take a leak and with half the party guests being gone I thought I should actually get ready to head home. When I came out of the bathroom ready to say my goodbyes, there she was standing with her back against the wine rack, with her left leg lifted so her heel was resting against the wall. The black mini-dress was hiked up to the point where if one was to try hard enough, he should be able to make out the color and material of her underwear. Since the area was poorly lit, however, she was able to not draw more attention from others in the main area of the restaurant. There was no doubt about her intentions as she was licking her lips and rubbing her hand up and down her thigh. In that moment of male weakness I approached her and asked if she needed anything.

In response she lifted her leg even further and started rubbing my crotch with her naked knee which caused an immediate hard-on. 'Forget the parking garage,' I thought. In the few minutes I was in the restroom, no one else was in it and the handicap stall was large enough for any sexual desires I had at that point. 

The moment of her knee rubbing my member to full attention seemed to have lasted an eternity and I think I even had my eyes closed. "So, do you want to help me?" Meghan asked in the most suggestive way possible which for some reason brought me back to reality. 

David and his continuous talks about the upcoming wedding that summer came to mind and I broke it off there and then. To say that she was disappointed was an understatement. She ran off in anger and told David who was in the middle of another story that it was time to go. So that was the abrupt ending of an otherwise exciting evening. 

April/May

Here we were with only 6 weeks left in the campaign and David finishing prep work for another huge presentation to a Fortune 500 company. I knew that I was probably going to have to settle for 2nd place prize consisting of a $1000 gift card. The 2nd prize was definitely an insult because what either David or I would have made for the company in 2nd place is in the high 6 figure range in profits if not more. Granted, the commissions are very generous, but if I was the decision maker, I would offer the cruise which was supposedly valued at $15,000 and leave anyone else in the dust instead of making the runner up accept that gift card in a meeting. In the past, the first place winner could opt out to take some cash value if you didn't want to go on the trip but this year's cruise had to be paid for far in advance without an option for a refund. 

Days later I closed a fairly good deal, improving my chance to hold onto first place with no idea who to take if I was to win. There was Jennifer who was a recent intern converted to full-time support staff. She made it through 4 sorority years and was the Barbie type blonde who always made sure she looked perfect before leaving the house in the morning (which always made we wonder what she was trying to hide underneath of all the makeup). She made every man's head turn most of the days when she either showed up in a pencil skirt, black leggings, or tight dress pants that showed off everything her young 5'4" body had to offer. We actually had lunch together a couple of times but I wasn't able to get a read on her and I couldn't find the courage to ask her out on a real date. I have never had a problem asking girls out, but with my breakup still leaving a mark on my heart, I was slow to get back into the dating world.

Jennifer was sitting across from my office and with today being her high heels and pencil skirt day, I kept looking through my office window to get a glimpse of her legs and feet that were poking through the bottom of her desk. Just as I imagined my hands running over her body, David stormed into my office with a look on his face that I will never forget. I could tell he had been crying and his face was so pale that he either had his life blood sucked out of him or he was about to vomit all over my desk. 

"She is such a slut," were the first words coming out of his mouth.

"Meghan?" I quickly concluded.

"Yes, I thought I'd pay her a visit and drop off some coffee for her at her office and it was closed even though her car was there so I went to the back and saw her getting fucked by what must have been a patient of hers."

I would lie if my mind didn't try to picture the situation of his fiancé in some downward dog position getting pounded from behind but I quickly became the supportive friend that he needed me to be. 

Despite both of us working on closing some smaller deals, we decided to get his mind off of things and hit a few golf balls at a nearby range. It didn't dawn to me until later in the day that he didn't even confront her but simply stormed off. Being the good friend I was, I called up Meghan without letting David know and since she had my number stored in her phone, she answered with a flirtatious "Hi Don". Shortly after the holiday party she 'forgave' me and was back to being the big flirt she was. 

I told her what David saw that morning and that he would like her to get her stuff out of his condo by the weekend. He would spend the next couple of nights at my place giving her the chance to pack up without them having to face each other. What really blew me away was that Meghan seemed to have cared less and I was sure that fucking that patient was not the first time she cheated on David. 

The moving out went relatively smoothly and David's mood improved after a few weeks when he ended up closing the deal of his lifetime. The cruise was pretty much his and the $25,000 in commission that came along with the sale as well. As he was thinking about the cruise he was in the same boat as me all of the sudden. I suggested Jennifer who I knew he was physically attracted to, but having just come out of an engagement he was not yet ready to ask anyone out again either. 

It was Happy Hour on Friday night so a couple of us co-workers got together for some beers and appetizers. There were seven of us including Jennifer whose casual Friday outfit consisted of a tight fitting sweater, black leggings and a pair of black army boots; she was simply a knockout that night. For some reason I started to feel the urge to become a matchmaker and asked her if she wanted to go on the cruise with David. But the more I thought about it, sharing a suite on a ship isn't a simple arrangement for two coworkers. I kept bringing the trip up but Jennifer didn't open any doors of possibilities for self-inviting her. 

"Whoever wins should bring the other guy along," suggested Jennifer all of the sudden.

"This isn't THAT kind of cruise," was my immediate response.

"Don't be so immature about it. Think for a minute. You guys will get to relax, have all the food and drinks paid for one full week and the ship will probably be filled with a bunch of hotties."

It was a bit weird hearing Jennifer say that but after David and I glanced at each other, we gave each other the nod as if confirming we had a deal.

A couple of weeks later

Well, I hate to admit that David ended up winning the grand prize. The advantage of me being the guest and not the winner was that he would have to pay for the taxes on the winnings. I offered my gift card to spend on any other unexpected expenses that would come up. 

As we made arrangements for the trip later that spring we actually got excited about the idea that we could be the hosts of numerous parties since we will stay in the presidential suite that even for cruise room sizes was a formidable 1000 square feet, not including the balcony. Jennifer kept reminding us that a lot of college girls like to let loose and that some bachelorette parties take place on cruises too. Too bad Jennifer couldn't be part of one of them...

 

June

Our flight was scheduled to leave at 8 am and we made arrangements to be picked up at my downtown condo. David spent the night at my place and the company arranged a car to pick us up at 5:30 am. We both pushed the snooze button on our phones too many times and got out of bed around 5:15 probably only woken up by the sunrise that was hitting my top floor pad. We both showered quickly but had no time to make any coffee or grab a bite to eat. The doorbell rang right at 5:30 and we still weren't close to being ready. 

"Good morning, I am Steve your chauffeur," said our driver through the intercom.

"We are running a bit late, we will be down in a few minutes," I responded stressed.

"Let me come upstairs and grab whatever luggage is ready to save time," he responded.

I buzzed him in but was confused that the taxi driver was also acting as the bell boy. Previously, I had to drag myself and my luggage to the curb to be taken to a business trip and for the trip to Hawaii I had to make my own arrangements to the airport.

When we finally headed downstairs, we woke up slowly and were getting a bit excited. We had no paperwork on us aside from our passports as someone was going to meet us at the airport to explain our travel arrangements. We weren't sure why it was so secretive but we were joking by how the "flight concierge" might be some hot woman who will make sure our trip starts out right.

When we stepped out of the building we were greeted by a stretch limo. 

"Ha, that's what I call an airport shuttle," said David jokingly.

As we stepped inside, we were greeted by the smell of our favorite Starbucks beverages. 

"Your boss told us what your drinks of choice are. Hopefully we got it right," said Steve.

"This is perfect," I said as I sipped on a soy mocha.

As we pulled up to the curb at SeaTac I noticed a few glances from people around us who probably thought we were showing off. I must admit that driving 2 people in a vehicle that is meant for 12 was overkill. 

Our concierge turned out to be a guy in his fifties but we weren't disappointed for long. He handed us first class tickets and he informed us that we can get a quick massage by the gate.

Hoping for two potential babes to lay their hands on us, we were disappointed again to be met by two young guys at the massage station. The upside was that their hands were strong enough to partially get rid of the stress and tension we had built up with all of our hard work.

We were the first ones to board and I felt like a king sitting in the oversized seats because I have never flown first class before. We were greeted by the first class flight attendant and we finally got our first look of a hot babe that day. Sandy was the type of girl who would be featured on an adult costume website as a model wearing a stewardess outfit. She was so flirtatious with both of us that I wondered if she was crossing the line of professionalism a few times. But then again, this might be the job responsibilities in first class. 

Our first flight from Seattle to Atlanta was eventless and we actually slept through most of it. After landing, we were going to grab a bit to eat before our next flight to Puerto Rico when David checked his voicemail. As I was watching him, his face turned to that same pale white that I saw that morning a few months ago when we came to my office. He just stood there frozen. 

"What's going on?" 

"My mom, she had a stroke and is in the ICU."

"She lives in Orlando, right?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Well, let's go. We can get a rental car and head right over," was my honest, heartfelt suggestion.

"You don't have to come along. You deserve this trip and maybe I will be able to join you in a few days."

"Are you sure? I want to be there to support you in any way possible," I countered.

"It will be fine. My sister called me and she said that our younger sister is on her way from Chicago and my dad and her have been at the hospital. I will have a ton of family there. Go have yourself a good time and who knows, if it isn't too bad, I think the cruise line actually allows passengers to come on board at different ports."

I genuinely tried to convince him otherwise while he was trying to get a hold of a family member but with much hesitation, I agreed and was getting ready to head to my gate to grab a bite to eat and let him go on his way. Before I left, David opened his carry on and pulled out a black Canon bag. 

"I bought this $5000 kit to take pictures of the trip and the ladies that we run into. Don't let that money go to waste," he tried to say cheerfully but was noticeably freaked out and was juggling his phone as he was trying to dial one of his family member's phone numbers.

I tried to calm him down a little but he was simply a mess. All I could do was just give him a quick hug and let him go on his way. I texted him a couple more times to make sure he didn't want to have me come with him but he kept reassuring me that he would be fine. 

After all that I needed a drink or two so instead of getting fast food I decided to go to a bar and grab a burger and a few beers to go along with it. I wasn't sure if I should be mad, sad or excited. I was definitely mad about the fact that David couldn't catch a break and sad to hear the news about his mom, but I started to get thrilled to finally get a chance to relax. Just as I was downing my 2nd beer, I noticed these two girls entering the bar with their carry-ons. 

Where Jennifer might have that Barbie doll beauty, these two girls were that Victoria's Secret model type but with some sort of natural beauty that would make any man's adrenalin soar. One of them wore a tight fitting Seattle shirt along with a jean miniskirt while her brunette companion wore a summer dress. Both of them actually made eye contact with me and I am sure they caught me staring at both of them from head to toe. There wasn't a part of their body that could be improved I thought. The blonde had her hair tied in a lose bun which went past her shoulder blades. Her t-shirt was made to accentuate what must have been D-Cup breasts. Her mini skirt, while not too short, revealed enough of her long legs to show them off. The brunette might not have had the same fill on top, but the rest of her body made up for it with even sexier legs.

They sat down a few tables away from me and I am proud to admit that I was able to keep my eyes off them for the most part when an announcement was made that my flight was about to start boarding. I paid my tab and got up grabbing the Canon bag and my carry-on when the two girls stood up as well. 

"Also heading to Puerto Rico?" I asked nonchalant. 

"Yes sir," they responded in unison with a smile that nearly made me melt.

The flight to Puerto Rico was another first-class treat. Having boarded first, I got a chance to watch most other passengers walk by as they entered the plane including the hot pair I saw at the bar. When they saw me sit in first class they gave me the kind of 'must be nice' look that I usually give others before I take my tall frame to the sardine can part of the plane. 

I swear the airlines assign the hottest flight attendant to 'serve' the first class passengers. And as if the flight attendant was able to earn bigger tips by flirting with me, she kept on winking and smiling at me as she brought a few different drinks to me throughout the flight. I simply had a thing for women in uniform and even though her short heels didn't help much to lengthen her rather short frame she looked hot in her black pantyhose, the skirt that went to her knees and the blue and white shirt that covered her petite body.