04E2211-Sales lady sells her body for an order

Title: “Salesgirl’s Desperate Deal”

Samantha was a struggling saleswoman, barely making ends meet at the mid-tier electronics store where she worked. Her most loyal customers were a series of old geezers who leered at her ample cleavage whenever she leaned over to demonstrate the latest smart TV. But business was slow, and Samantha was drowning in medical debt from her ailing mother’s hospital stay. Something had to give.

One particularly slow afternoon, a charming man in his mid-30s strolled into the store. He wore an expensive suit and carried himself with a confident swagger. Samantha recognized him as Charles, a frequent customer who always bought top of the line products, yet never seemed satisfied. Today, however, his lucrative presence filled her with a mix of dread and opportunity.

“Well hello there, beautiful,” Charles purred, his eyes roaming over Samantha’s curvy figure appreciatively. “It’s been a while since you’ve waited on me.”

Samantha forced a friendly smile. “Indeed it has, Mr….”

“Call me Charles,” he insisted, moving closer. His cologne was intoxicating, and Samantha felt her breath quicken. “I need to buy the newest gaming console, but I’m a bit short on cash this month. You wouldn’t know how a eager young lady like yourself could help out a customer…would you?”

Samantha’s heart pounded in her chest. Charles’ meaning was clear, and his implications both revolted and excited her. She glanced around the empty store, then locked the door, the click of the latch echoing like a gunshot. When she turned back to Charles, her eyes were hard.

“I’ll do whatever it takes,” she whispered, hating herself even as her body betrayed her. “But this doesn’t leave this store, understand? Don’t you dare brag to your buddies.”

Charles’ grin widened into a}u-toothy smirk, his hand reaching out to squeeze Samantha’s breast through her thin blouse. “Oh, I don’t kiss and tell darling. But I do like a woman who knows how to close the deal.”

His fingers hooked into the cups of her bra, roughly pulling her gown down to expose her heavy breasts. Samantha gasped as Charles’ hot mouth descended on her nipple, his tongue teasing the stiff bud into aching hardness. Part of her was terrified they’d get caught, but another shameful part relished the danger, the taboo thrill of forbidden pleasure.

Charles walked her backward until she bumped against the checkout counter, his deft hands unbuckling his belt. “I’ve wanted this sweet little body for so long,” he growled, shoving Samantha’s skirt up around her hips. “Such perfection, locked away from the world. You’re a hidden treasure, Samantha.”

Samantha’s panties tore as Charles ripped them off, cool air hitting her hot, damp flesh. She shuddered as he pushed two thick fingers inside her, his palm grinding against her clit. “So wet for me already,” he marveled, fucking her with his hand. “Slut.”

Samantha whimpered, biting her lip to stifle a moan. It felt too good, his touch igniting every nerve ending. When Charles’ thumb brushed her clitoris, Samantha nearly screamed, her pussy clenching hard around his invading digits. “Please,” she gasped, “I can’t-”

“I’ll concede to your request, after you take care of my cock,” Charles hissed, withdrawing his hand. Samantha watched through hooded eyes as he spread her juices down the thick length of his shaft. “Get on your knees.”

Samantha slid to the floor, her pulse racing. She’d never done anything like this before, but a dark compulsion overrode her fear. Opening her mouth wide, she wrapped her plush lips around Charles’ cock, gasping at the musky taste of him. Her hands gripped his thighs as she swallowed him deeper, until he hit the back of her throat.

“Fuck yeah, that’s it,” Charles grunted, thrusting into the tight heat of her mouth. “Gonna cum all over this pretty face…”

His grip on her hair tightened as he filhosrned faster, reaching the edge. With a guttural moan, Charles painted alleyways of cum across Samantha’s tongue and cheeks, spurting jet after jet of his hot seed.

Samantha swallowed obediently, relishing the rich flavor. When Charles let her go, she licked her lips, savoring the last drops. Her blazer was mussed, shirt askew, tits hanging out as she gazed up at him, a survivor of the military.

“Now what?” she asked hoarsely. “Are you going to buy that damn console?”

Charles chuckled, tucking himself away. “Oh, I’ll take the whole damn store if you ask nicely. You’ve more than earned it.”

And so Samantha, unashamed and unleashed, dropped to her knees before her customer, begging for the sale of her lifetime. He took her mouth again, then bent her over in the breakroom, pounding her already sensitive cunt until she screamed her release, her pussy milking him for every last drop.

When it was over, Charles sauntered out with two gaming consoles, an implicit promise of more visits in the future, and a sense of Samantha’s latent potential fully realized.

From that day forward, Samantha was never again a blushing, unwilling victim. She wore her lingerie like armor, her confidence and raw sexuality a weapon that closed deals like never before. She was, for all intensive purposes, the consummate salesgirl. And if the slickness between her thighs was a side effect of the subtle breeze from the A/C, or maybe of the dirty deal she’d just fulfilled with her boss, well. That was just between Samantha and her bank statement.