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By: Guinness (irishpint69@yahoo.com)Porter to the showroom for fianl lockup.
That was the announcement over the intercom. It was 9 pm, and all wasn’t well. The dealership was closed for the night. Big deal. It should have been closed 2 hours ago. No traffic in the store, no repeat buyers, and no references, made this one of the worst months I’ve ever seen in the business.
To make matters worse, Shelia, the she-bitch manager from hell was in tonight. My fellow salesmen bailed on me, as I had some paperwork to finish. Seeing the porters locking up, and leaving, I realized I was stuck here with Shelia, by myself. work home orgy sex story
To most guys, this would be great. Shelia stands 6 ft tall, about 130 lbs, and has small, yet firm breasts that her long, red hair cascades over. To top it all off, she has the green eyes that men dream of. Oh, but don’t let that fool you, that red hair of hers is a warning sign of a viscious temper, and a way of belittling the men around her.
She grew up in the car business, here in Chicago, and fought her way to where she is now, and still wants to fight. As I said, the bitch from hell. She is unreal.
As I approached the sales office, to punch out, I heard her mumbling and bitching to herself. The rest of the staff had left, and I knew, whatever the hell had pissed her off tonight, I’d be the poor sucker that was going to be on the recieving end of it. To hell with that noise! I hadn’t had a deal in days, and I was in a bad mood too. If she wanted a fight, then she’d better bring her A game.
Where the hell have you been, and what have you done tonight?! There it was. The first shot, fired across the bow.
I responded with one of my favorite lines from a movie, Shelia, normally I would tell you to kiss my ass, but considering your status here, I’ll just say ‘slurp my butt’. As I had said, I was looking for a fight by now. I got one.
She jumped up out of the chair, and walked up to me, standing toe to toe. This was it, I was fired.
Who the hell do you think you are talking to me like that?!
Someone who won’t put up with your attitude!
Oh, mister, you haven’t seen…
As God as my witness, I don’t know what possessed me to do it. I hated this woman! I grabbed her by the shoulders, and kissed her, hard. She couldn’t even finish her sentence. I felt her surprise, and stiffen up, and then she forced her tongue deep in my mouth.
We stopped kissing, and pulled back in surprise from each other. Looking at each other for a second, we kissed again. Tongues darting in a sexual dance with each other.
Since the sales office is not really condusive to this kind of thing, I had to improvise. While kissing, clothes were flying off! It was surreal.
We stopped kissing again.
You’re a bastard!
Bitch!
I picked her up in my arms, and carried her to the copy machine, sitting her down on top of it. Like I said, improvisation. Bending down, I started sucking her nipples, as she leaned back on her arms. I could hear her moaning. What was I doing?!
Well, in for a penny, in for a pound. I dropped to my knees, and buried my face between her legs. Seeing the soft, red wisps of hair, drove me out of my mind. I took her clit into my mouth, and sucked on it, gently at first, but harder as we kept going.
I let my tongue dart in and out of her, as we became more frantic.
She was trembling. She was going to cum, and she yelld that loud enough for Canada to hear… I’m cumming! God, I’m cumming!
I stopped. She looked at me with surprise, then anger. What the hell are you doing?!
You’ll cum when I say so, and not until! For once, you are NOT in charge!
She looked stunned. I walked over, scooped her up in my arms, and carried her into the showroom. I felt her kiss, and bite my neck, as we walked to where? What would do here? I carried her to the hood of a new, 2006 sports car. Laying her on the hood, I dropped back to my knees, and started licking her again.
Time after time, I brought her to the edge, but never let her cum. Soon, I had her begging, Please, let me cum!
From now on, you will have to beg for me to let you cum. Each time you lose your temper with me, I’ll make it take longer. Do you understand me?
I heard in a small voice, yes.
Yes what?
Yes, sir
Good
I layed her across the hood, and entered her. She was so wet that he took all of me in three strokes. I was buried in her.
Slowly at first, but picking up speed, I fucked her, right there, in the showroom. Her cries of ecstacy, echoing off the high ceiling. Faster and faster I moved in her. She came hard the first time. I had been so cruel, by not letting her cum, that she almost spasmed right off the car. I kept going, right through her orgasm, and felt her getting close to a second.
I’m cumming again!
Me too!
Cum in me NOW! Please!
That’s all it took. Wave after wave of cum exploded inside her. She screamed. It was a low moan, and sounded like something primal. I collapsed on her, as we caught our breath.
Carrying her into the office, we got dressed in silence. I turned around to say something to her, and she was gone. damn, I must have really screwed up.
I locked the office, and shut down the lights. Locking the outer door, I walked to my car, and saw Shelia leaning on it.
Where the hell do you think you’re going?! You have to do that again, please… She smiled. A rare thing…
I took her home. After all, she did ask nicely. It’s a crappy month for sales, but I’ve got the deal of a liftime…
