Free Story – Showroom Slut

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A sales technique so good, customers don’t mind getting screwed in the deal.

Last month, I sold more cars than any salesperson in the country. And I did it by taking my customers literally. Since most of them believe they are going to get screwed when they walk into a new car showroom, all I do is make it come true.

Yes, I’m a chick who sells cars, and I fuck my customers—literally. Since I began my unusual selling technique, I no longer have to look for customers. I get enough referrals to keep both my pocketbook and my pussy filled to overflowing.

It happened the first time purely by accident. The guy was an absolute stud. He was in his early thirties, well-dressed, broad-shouldered, and about six feet tall. He had a smile that turned my pussy to jelly.

I did a poor job of selling. I couldn’t keep my mind off ways to get him in bed. I was busy making sure that he got a good look at my legs and tits, hardly mentioning the car we were test-driving.

About ten miles from the shop, the guy turned down a little road that came abruptly to an end. It was in the middle of nowhere and was very narrow, with a ditch on both sides. He worked up a good sweat turning it around without getting stuck.

I knelt on the seat and looked out the back window, giving him as much help as I could. Then, as soon as the car was clear but before I could turn around, I felt his hand creeping up my leg, under my skirt.

At first, all I did was open my legs wider and make his progress easier. Inch by tingly inch, his rough, hot hands neared my molten pussy. It was broad daylight, but, like I said, it was in the middle of nowhere. There wasn’t a house in sight. And from where the car sat, we could see anyone who might come down the road.

He teased me at first as he skipped my pussy and caressed my ass instead. I began nervously talking about the car. I had to do something; I was ready to cream in my panties. I fought to regain control before it was too late.

“How do you like the car?” I gasped as he continued massaging my butt.

“I like the seats,” he said in a deep, sexy voice. “But it’s the interior that I like best,” he grunted as he let his hand slip under the top of my panties. He let it move gently down the crack of my ass until his fingers were touching the beginning of my juicy slit.

The feel of his finger against my cunt quickly had rockets exploding in my head; “What about the back seat?” I panted. “You haven’t checked it out yet.”

Before he could answer, I climbed over the seat. Then, lying flat on my back, I lifted my legs and removed my panties. His eyes bulged when my pussy popped into view. I heard him fumbling with his belt buckle, and then the welcome sound of his zipper coming down greeted my ears.

When he came over the seat, his dick was hanging out of the opening in his boxer shorts. But it wasn’t my puss that was after, at least not at first. He straddled me with his knees beside my head and his big dick dangling above my mouth.

When he buried his head in my muff, I had my first orgasm. He put his hands under my ass and shoved his long, thin tongue deep into my pussy. Then he kept it steadily vibrating until I begged for mercy.

He pulled his mouth away from my pussy and lifted his hips so that his big, thick cock pointed directly at my open mouth, the purple mushroom-shaped cockhead stretched my jaws to the limit. Fortunately, he didn’t try to shove that monster into my tiny mouth. Instead, he was satisfied to jab it in and out, never giving me more than I could handle.

The pre-cum flowed freely from the velvet tip and treated my taste buds to the sweetest cream I’d ever tasted. The guy had sugar to come.  In a way, I was sorry when he took my giant pacifier away and turned around on the seat so that his cock was above my crotch.

“If the car is big enough to fuck in, I’ll buy it,” he grunted as he slowly fed his big dick into my waiting pussy.

I enjoyed every inch, and I wrapped my legs around his hips and slid my pussy up and down his perfect prick. At first, he remained absolutely still, except for the pulsating of the excited shaft.

Then, when he figured I was adjusted to his size, he let me have everything he had. He plunged his mighty dick unmercifully in and out of my bubbling snatch. I can’t tell you how many times I came before he cut loose with the firehose cock and filled my quivering cunt with cum.

He was a man of his word. As soon as we returned to the office, he signed the papers without even haggling over the price. I went home that night with a happy ache between my legs and a whole new concept in car sales.

It took me about a week to work up the courage to deliberately use my new technique. I picked a shy little guy in his early forties who came in with his wife. She did most of the talking, but he was the one who wanted the test drive.

So when I went to get the keys, I stopped off at the ladies’ room long enough to remove my panties and bra. I left a couple of the buttons open so that my customer could kiss my tits. I drove the car up to the door of the showroom and signaled for the little guy to join me. I slid into the passenger seat and let him take the wheel.

Sliding across the seat caused my dress to hike up, and I made no effort to adjust it. The beginning of my cunt hair was almost visible, not to mention most of my tits.

The sight wasn’t wasted on the little guy. He had a hard time keeping the car on the road as he kept sneaking glimpses at my body. I felt like I was doing him a favor. It is evident that he’d never had a piece of ass in his life without asking permission.

I knew exactly where I wanted to take him. And when I spotted the road, I purposely grabbed his leg as I told him to make a right.

By the time he completed the turn, I had my hand on his dick. It grew under my fingers, and to my surprise, it was anything but small.

He seemed a little surprised when I told him to pull into the car wash, but he did as I asked. Then, as the car entered the spray, I began explaining how roomy the car was. “It is big enough to be a bedroom,” I whispered, as I unzipped his pants and quickly removed his stiff cock.

I wanted to give him a blowjob, but I knew it had to be quick. After all, it was a three-minute car wash. He was so excited that he quickly erased any worry that I had about speed. He started shooting hot cum the second his cock left his pants.

I dove for the throbbing pole and caught the second spurt in my mouth. He put his hand behind my head and fucked madly in and out of my mouth until I’d swallowed at least a quart of his seed. The timing was perfect. By the time the car left the wash tunnel, we were both presentable.

He eventually bought the car, although it wasn’t as easy as the first; I had to contend with the wife. But he was on my side, one hundred percent. I think that he secretly wanted to own the car where he got his first blowjob. Two days later, they signed the papers.

The next customer came to me. At first, I couldn’t figure out why he was so nervous. He went through the motions of haggling, but his heart wasn’t really in it. Finally, he admitted that he was a friend of my first customer and wanted a deal like the one I’d given Jack. He nearly choked on the word deal.

I knew immediately what he wanted. So did my pussy. In no time at all, the crotch of my panties was soaking wet. “I guess we should go out for a demonstration,” I offered, licking my lips. The guy was ready to come in his pants before we got out of the showroom.

He couldn’t keep his hands off my ass. I did my best to convince him to hold on until we were off the lot. I wasn’t sure my boss would approve of my unorthodox sales method. I gave his dick a couple of friendly squeezes on the way to the car, just to let him know what was in store for him. I was afraid to touch him too much. He looked like he might explode any minute.

“Can I see it?” he mumbled as soon as he pulled onto the main highway.

“It?” I teased, wanting to coax him into telling me what he wanted. “You know, your pussy. I want to see your pussy,” he managed to blurt out as he turned red in the face.

His embarrassment only made me hotter. I put my back against the door and lifted my feet onto the seat. I had no panties on, so when I parted my legs, he was able to see my pussy and most of my ass.

I was relieved to find that he was a much better driver than my last customer. He drove like a pro, even while he drooled at the sight of my exposed pussy.

“Do you want me to play with it?” I whispered, enjoying the shocked expression on his face. He couldn’t speak, but did shake his head, yes.

I was as happy as he was that he wanted to see me play with my cunt. I liked to feel something in my hungry hole, even if it was only my finger.

I separated the lips of my eager cunt with one hand while I poked my middle finger in and out of my cunt like a long skinny dick.

His cock was making a tent out of the front of his pants. I jumped every time I fingered up into my wet hole.

“Let me see your cock,” I whispered, as I felt myself moving closer and closer to my orgasm. He quickly unzipped his pants and let the throbbing pole leap out of the opening. The guy was really prepared; he wasn’t wearing any underwear. I controlled the urge to laugh and instead pulled my finger from my cunt and placed it against his bottom lip.

He moaned as he sucked the entire finger into his mouth and licked it clean. “Jerk off with me,” I moaned, as I again found myself more interested in sex than in selling cars.

He happily obliged. I think he was looking for an excuse to grab his twitching dick. At first, he pumped it slowly, matching my fuck finger stroke for stroke.

I experimented by first speeding up the action of my hand on my pussy and then slowing down. He stayed right with me. We were in some pretty heavy traffic, and it struck me as odd that no one seemed to notice what we were doing.

For a few seconds, I wondered how many people are out there on the highway masturbating, but I didn’t think about it for long. I wanted to come, I wanted my customer to go with me.

“Tell me when you’re gonna shoot!” I whimpered as I felt the beginning of a thundering orgasm in my cunt. My words had just the effect that I wanted.

“Now!” he shouted as he raised off the seat and unleashed a long spurting stream of cum. Waves of pleasure washed over my body as I watched him shoot hot cum all over the windshield, dashboard, and steering wheel. He had his dick back in his pants while I was still coming.

I spent the rest of the trip cleaning up the mess. I managed to remove all traces of his explosion, but could do nothing about the fact that the car would smell like pussy for the next week.

As it turned out, it didn’t really matter. He bought the car and it came home that day. He was the first of many referrals. It may come to the point where I have to schedule appointments.

I’m not complaining. I love to work and—and more than anything, love to fuck.