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Subject: {ASSM} Hard Sell
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Date: Sun, 23 Aug 2015 06:10:01 -0400
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   Hard Sell



   Feeling the power as I sit back comfortably in the 2016 Porsche GT4
Cayman Convertible.  This particular one fully loaded and a bargain for
being listed at $120025.  Number one salesperson for this year so far and
for the last two years.  I have worked my way through a number of
dealerships and this one has been a great fit for my skills.  The the color
a Racing Yellow.  I would have picked the sapphire metallic blue.  The car
cruising easily at 80 mph on the Taconic Parkway.  Down shifting and making
my turn onto Route 22 and then into Millbrook.  Looking for and finding the
gates to the estate.

   "Patrice Rust, from Chariot Motors.  I have an appointment with Mr. 
Johnson." The buzz and the wrought iron gates opening and driving into the
long drive and then pulling around the circular drive to the front of the
vine covered house.

   A really serious home.  Having sold houses before the market fell out, I
would put this house at 4000 sq ft.  A good 10 acres of property with
landscaping and a pool and tennis and basketball courts.  A really serious
house.  Of course the owner is well able to handle the costs, as he is
having me bring the car to him and not him coming to look at the car.  Mr.
Jocham Johnson, known to many as JJ.  His money initially from football;
but now more from his clothing line and endorsements.

   Not dressing up special for this prospective customer; but wearing a
short white linen front button sleeveless dress.  The light colors showing
off the magnificent tan and the long lines of my bare legs.  My clothing
meant to bring the eyes below the waist not above it.  My small breasts
still firm if only the size of ripe pears, as they push out my top.  The
top loose enough for me to get away without a bra and just the tease of a
nipple against the fabric.  The skirt full on my hips and flowing freely to
just below mid thigh.  A small white thong under my skirt and low white
heels to keep my 5'10" height to a minimum so as not to threaten customers.
Long dark brown hair falling over the collar of my blouse top and my
shoulders.  Minimum makeup, a little dark chocolate eye shadow and clear
lip gloss.  My hazel eyes framed by my glasses.  I suppose I could wear
contacts; but always seem to have problems with them.  My nose a little
long and angular and my mouth a bit wide and full.  Lipstick would give me
a clown mouth look.  And I smile a lot, not just with my mouth; but also
with my eyes.

   My smile and plain face and lack of a large bosom, helping to keep me
from seeming too sexy to men and non competition to women.  Being an older
woman in my forties I don't come across as a sex kitten.  So my co-workers
also think of me as a person and I am a damn good salesperson.

   Anyway, Mr Johnson wanted a loaded car to look at and this is one that
was being sent around to showrooms to attract attention and knowing buyers.


   Slipping out of the bucket seat glad that I am not at a valet parking
lot as I show a lot of leg and more as I turn and step up and out.  Well
maybe not really glad, I do like to tease at times.

   The sound of my heels on the stone walkway echoing off the house in the
quiet of the estate.  Walking up to the door and seeing an old fashioned
knocker in the center of the door.  Lifting it and letting it fall.  The
sound a loud reverberation as metal slaps on metal.

   Then through the side window panels I can see movement and a woman
answers the door.  Assuming she is a housekeeper or maid as she is wearing
a solid blue dress with an apron over the top.

   "I am her to see Mr.  Johnson." The woman opening the door and ushering
me into the spacious foyer or hall.  Following her to a living room I would
call it and hearing a shout from above, again echoing off the walls of
foyer.

   Turning and see Mr.  Johnson moving down the stairway with a casual
grace.  Not an overly large man; but I understand that he is a receiver or
something and they are needed to be fast and agile.  I can see that in the
movement of the man.

   His hand extended as he walks up to me.  Inclining his head, "Ms Rust?"
His grip warm and engulfing, surprisingly large hand for a man his size.  I
would say he is 6'2" or so and maybe 200 pounds.  Not the size I thought of
as a football player.  Somehow my vision of football players are of these
extremely large hulking brutes.  A lovely smile and sincere sound to his
voice.  No wonder he has lots of endorsements.  That and the fact that he
is one of the best players in the New York area.

   "Shall we go and test out that beauty.  I saw you arrive and it looks
flashy enough for me and more." His smile wide as we walk out to the yellow
beauty.  "Yes.  You have the color that says it is me."

   Watching as he walks around the car, touching here and touching there.
"I must warn you that this is a show car and is fully loaded.  It has all
the options and the price for this is a bit steep; but can be trimmed down
if you don't like an option, or would like another."

   "Oh, I think I already love this baby." Watching him inhale and despite
this being a convertible, the smell of the leather strong in the morning
air.  Watching him like a little kid with a Christmas toy as he touches and
bends over to look inside.

   Opening the passenger side door, I lean over and point to the key in the
ignition.  "It is ready to go.  Have a seat."

   Watching as he walks around the front of the car to the passenger side
and holds the door.  A nod of his head and I look at him and slide into the
passenger seat.  Some cars are just not meant to be ladylike when wearing a
short skirt.  Settling in the bucket seat and demurely straightening out
the hem of my skirt over my long thighs.  "Thank you kind Sir." My eyes
catching his looking at my legs and then meet his eyes.  Seeing the look of
a man who knows he was caught.  A smile on his lips as he walks around
front again and slips into the drivers seat.

   Turning to him as I open a folder and briefly go over various options.
Enumerating those items that took a base number of $86200 to $120025.  Then
going over the controls and dashboard.  Adjusting his seat as opposed to
how I had it set.

   Then starting the test drive.  Mr Johnson not a smooth stick shift
driver; but doing good enough not to damage the machine.  The two lane
highway leading to Route 22 then south to hook onto 84 East.  Feeling the
wind catching my hair as he moves it from 30 to 50 then 65 plus.  Tying my
hair back, already feeling the snarls from the wind.  Luxuriating in the
passenger seat, the bucket seats plush.  Looking at Mr Johnson as he
drives, seeing him becoming more confident in his skills and the car as we
whip into CT.  His hand resting on the shift lever as he listens to some
gangsta rap, at least I think that is the music.

   As he talks about the car and his line of clothing, actually not about
his football skills as I expected, his hand slips from the lever to rest
against my leg.  Subtle, well maybe not, sort of a high school move; but
just turning to look at him and let him know I am aware of the contact.

   His hand moving back to shift and then slipping back to rest on my thigh
as if it was the most natural thing.  Neither of us mentioning the touch as
we continue to talk about the car and his house.  The hand working its way
up from the top of my knee to the hem of my skirt and on the inside of my
leg.

   Looking at the young man, studying as I do all of my potential
customers. A nice looking man, nothing ugly about his looks.  Not quite
young enough to be my son; but somewhere close.  His sports shirt and
slacks well tailored.  And I am sure hiding a well maintained physique. 
You don't get to be an All-Pro and not be in shape.

   So, my question in my head is: why is he touching me?  As I have
mentioned, I am not beautiful or really sexy; but not fat and ugly.  My
body toned; but I am in my mid 40's.  Does he find me attractive in an
older woman way.  Is he teasing me, to see how much I will allow?  Is it
just an opportunity to have sex with a woman, who is not known to him?  I
don't know, and to be truthful, I am enjoying this attention for whatever
the reason.

   And his being younger, attractive, rich and black, all reasons that I
find him interesting and that I am a salesperson and when selling I use
ever skill that I have to get that commission.  And that would include
letting him have a touch or two or even more.

   Thinking about these things as I look at the road again and feel his
hand creeping higher, forcing him to lean a little towards me in his seat.
Fingers brushing under my skirt and looking at him, then letting my legs
fall open.  Letting him know that he can choose how far that he wants to
push.  Feeling growing bolder with my look, his hand pushing the skirt up
higher, no pretense.

   Taking a deep breath as his hand finds the material of my thong.  A
small hiss as his finger traces along the slit.  Reaching to the side of my
seat and tipping it back further and lifting the front up.  Biting my lower
lip as his finger saws against the material, pushing it between the
puffiness of my lips.  Eyes close as continues to finger me.

   Swaying as he swings past a couple of trucks.  Knowing that the men have
an excellent view of my all of my legs and his hand buried between them. 
Letting my mind take control and opening my eyes as I feel the tremble of
the car upon the road.  Reaching for his hand and pulling it from between
my legs.  Seeing the look of disappointment on his face.

   Placing his hand on the shift lever and then leaning over to whisper in
his ear.  "You concentrate on the driving and shifting with your hand. 
There is an exit a mile or two ahead.  Take it and get back onto 84 going
West.  We run for a little bit and there will be Exit 1 and we will get off
there.  It is a rest stop for those entering and leaving CT."

   Jacking my seat up; but leaving my skirt high on my thighs.  Feeling the
dampness of the front panel as I lean to the left in my seat and slip my
hand over the center console.  Reaching to his slack and with my long
slender fingers, tracing the bulge in his pants.  From the feel of it, he
should be a proud young man.

   "Careful now, you pay attention to the road and keep to the limit.  We
don't want to get a speeding ticket or accident." My fingers undoing his
belt then the clasp at his waist.  Slowly pulling on the tab of his zipper
and slipping it down.  Fingers pushing the two sides apart and then
slipping my fingers into the cotton briefs and touching the warmth of his
flesh.

   Feeling an aching in my chest as my nipples are hard as diamonds, ready
to cut into whatever they touch.  My breathing quickening as I tug and he
shifts in his seat and the dark velvety head and shaft stand hard and firm
from his pants.  Pulling my hand back and licking it with my mouth, then
reaching over and sliding my fingers around his long thick shaft.  Stroking
slowly to begin with.  Feeling the softer outer flesh pulling with my hand;
while the steely core has no give.

   Rewarded with a grunt as my fingers skillfully move up and down the
engorged prick.  Using a finger nail to tease the piss slit, then stroking
the organ again.  Not pressing Johan, just a steady rhythm.  Not sure of
his tolerance; but not wanting him to cum in my hand.

   "Turn here." Pointing to the exit and feeling the car decelerating and
turning into the exit ramp.  Following around to a parking area and
directing him to the next one past the rest rooms and Traveler stop.

   Pointing to a stop under a tree and away from the exit route from the
rest stop back to the highway.  Smiling as I look at Johan, then pushing
myself up to touch his lips briefly with mine.  Then kneeling on the
passenger seat and leaning over the console.  Helping him pull his pants
down to his knees and taking his long thick black cock in my hands again. A
few strokes and lowering my head to lick around the leaking head.  Tongue
swirling around and around, working to the edges and then pushing it back
to his body and licking from the base to the flared head.  Little nibbles
on the raised vein on the underside as I massage the foreskin with my
fingers and kiss the tip.  Lips opening and taking it in my mouth.  Sealing
my lips around the formidable shaft.

   Feeling him wiggle as I lean forward and start to swallow down his
shaft. Taking it into my mouth one inch after another.  His musk a strong
aphrodisiac as I inhale.  Feeling my labia swollen and warm between my
thighs, My seeping from my walls and leaks to my fat count lips.  Moaning
softly as I pull with my cheeks, sucking and releasing.  Tongue swiping at
the fat head and shaft.

   Pulling back and looking up at Johan.  Then raising up and with a dip of
my head, my mouth slides down to the base of the cock.  A gasp and a choke
as the head fills my throat; but I have already taken a deep breath and I
hold my head deep throated on his prick for long seconds.  Then pull back
to suckle the head again.  My fingers cupping his heavy set of balls,
feeling the weight of those delicate orbs in my hand.

   Breaking from his cock and leaning to suckle his fat nuts, gently
nipping them with my teeth.  Feeling him lifting and jerking trying to pull
away.  His hands reaching and cupping my ass cheeks.  Squeezing them with
his hand and then feeling them fingers my count from behind.  My body
rocking as his strong fingers penetrate deep.  Grinding my ass and count on
his hand, as my mouth retrieves his cock and I start to suckle on the thick
hunk of man meat in earnest.

   My head moving up and down his shaft, pressing it with my lips and
sucking with my cheeks.  My legs trembling as my own body is reacting to
his tactile pressure.  Moaning and working his cock slow and hard, then
quick and soft.  Alternating as I feel the agitation build in his body. 
Knowing he is tensing now to hold back; but sucking long and hard and fast
now.  Taking his orgasm from him and his seed.  The head flaring in my
mouth and the first burst of his thick cream filling my mouth and coating
it.  Then a gulp swallowing the load and taking another burst of his ism.
Lips squeezing, keeling on his prick as my count would.  Milking his load
of man cream and moaning as I swallow more of the thick creamy goo.

   Continuing to suckle his man teat till he sits back and relaxing in the
leather seat.  Then wiggling on his fingers as I milk the last drop from
his cock and then lick his cock clean.  Looking up and seeing him spent
eyes closed smile on his face as I climb back to sit in my seat.  His hand
draped over the console.  Adjusting my thong over my count lips and then
taking his hand in mind and bringing it to my mouth and sucking his fingers
clean of my sank.

   Laying back eyes closed and sitting his hand in my lap.  Waiting for him
to revive and drive back to his home.  Finally his groan bringing my eyes
open as he lifts up and adjusting his trousers and sits back.

   "Damn woman, that was one of the best sucks I have ever had.  You put
your heart into it." Smiling at him and letting his hand go and directing
him out of the rest stop and back on 84 West.  Conversation minimal as he
drives and I rest one hand on his thigh.  Stroking it slowly as we speed
back to Route 22 and then his road.  The car slipping through the gate with
a flick of a button on a remote he is carrying.

   As we pull in front of the house, I adjust my skirt on my legs.  "Well,
how did you like the way the car operates?  Any complaints or things that
you don't like?"

   "I love this car and want it." His statement matching the look on his
face as he steps out of the car.  Then walk around and opens the door for
me.  Looking up at him and giving one of my sweet smiles, then stepping out
of the car with a lot of leg exposure.  Giving him a soft giggle as I see
his eyes drawn to the display.

   "Let me get some papers then if you are satisfied and really want one of
these lovely vehicles." Grabbing my brief case and pocketbook and computer
from the back.  Then turning to catch him looking again.  Following Johan
into a library/office room that with the books lined along the bookshelves
reminded me of an old English manor house.

   Johan holding a chair for me as I settle my things on the library table
and organize the paperwork.  "Just so happens I did bring the paperwork for
this car with me today.  It is a showroom model and has some mileage on it.
I can probably get you another care in about three weeks according to the
manufacturer.  Everything does depends on which options you want.  This one
is fully loaded as I mentioned and is a less expensive if some of the
frilly things are taken off.  Also I might get the car quicker." Looking at
up him and then pulling out the car next to me.  "Here is a list of what is
on the car the option prices.  Mark off any that you don't want."

   Johan sitting down and looking at the sheet of paper, then slipping it
back to me.  "I want that car just the way it is right now." His hand
moving to touch my hand and then lightly turning me to him.  "I will take
it as is."

   Trying to keep my mind on business as I shuffle paper and find I have
had to redo a couple of forms.  Wishing that I had used the rest room when
we got back and finding my bag and inquiring if I might use a bathroom

   Following him to the indicated room and closing the door behind me. 
Looking into the mirror and then first things first relieving myself.  Then
slipping off my thong and using wipes I carry to freshen up my fragrant
pussy.  My thong emitting a strong scent.  Then taking out a bottle of
mouthwash and gargle quietly.  Brushing my hair back as best I can.  The
snarls in the hair mostly pulled out.  Then washing my hands and walking
back to the library and finding Johan reading some of the paperwork.

   Pulling out my chair and sitting down, crossing one long leg over the
other.  Noticing how the movement distracts from his concentration. 
Rocking my legs gently on the other.  Watching as he turns to me, "you
really are putting me off." Turning in his chair and running his hand from
my knee down my warm thigh, pushing my skirt up and exposing the long
tanned legs.  His hand moving to the inside again and as he pushes the
skirt up, finds that there is no impediment to his fingers as I uncross my
legs and leave them open.

   Looking down at the bunched skirt and the space between my legs.  I am
not sure what a man thinks of a hairless pussy, but I do know it does keep
their attention.  His fingers teasing the full lips urging my legs apart
more.  The thin slit opening to show the pink wet walls.  My hand going to
his shoulders..  Looking at him, "I did freshen my mouth." And leaning
forward to let him decide if he will allow me to kiss him.  I know men are
peculiar about kissing a woman who sucked and swallowed his sperm.

   His full lips opening and meeting mine as I trace them with my tongue
tip and push into his mouth.  Pressing our lips tight as I close my eyes
and feel his finger penetrating my pussy.  My hips lifting lightly and
walls giving a squeeze on the strong digit A soft moan of pleasure into his
mouth as he works it back and forth.  Then an audible sigh as I break the
kiss and look around to the doorway.

   Gently easing his finger from my pussy and then standing and walking to
the door, Closing it softly and turning the lock.  Then walking back to
Johan and kneeling in front of him.  Again opening his belt and trousers
and easing out his long thick meat once again.  Freeing it and giving the
tip a kiss, then working it slowly with my mouth and tongue.  Feeling it
thickening and lengthening.  The musk of body intoxicating to me as I
worship his cock and lave it with kisses and gentle bites.

   Looking up at him as I undo the buttons on my linen dress, undoing each
of them slowly as I look at him.  Working my way down from neck to the last
one at the hem.  Then pulling the sides apart and exposing the small pear
like breasts like ripe fruit on my chest.  The nipples thick stems.  My
fingers rolling them gently and then cupping the small mounds as I stand up
and lean over.  Letting him suckle one then the other of my ultra sensitive
nipples.  His large hand engulfing the small tits.  My eyes rolling back in
my head as I feel my thighs clamp on my fat count lips and squeeze hard as
a contraction explodes inside of my body.  Then a series of small spasms.
Shuddering as I whimper with his touch and cum hard.

   A flood, or so it seemed of moisture leaking from my walls and wetting
my labia.  My body flushed, my chest mottling a deeper tan and my heart a
quickened beat.  Breathing shallow as I try to regain my composure and open
my eyes to see him watching me.  Then his fingers again touching my
nipples, rolling them in his fingers and playing my body like an
instrument, as the pressures of his fingers control my responses.

   The pleasure too intense, like when your Clint is over stimulated.  That
is how my nipples get.  Maybe to compensate for the lack of size of my
breasts.  My inner body being manipulated to a fevered pitch as I tremble
and quiver helplessly.

   The amusement in his eyes and mouth, causing a flush in my face as I
realize he is teasing me to I beg.  And being stubborn, holding out as he
works my teats and then reaches one hand to tease the smooth button of my
pearl.  Falling back to my knees and rocking in front of him as he plays my
nipples and Clint.

   My count lips feeling like large flaps of sodden meat as I leak and
quiver helplessly, my hands on his; but helpless to pull them away from my
body.  Whimpering and moaning, a sheen of moisture beading my body.  Seeing
the smile of his widen as look at him with pleading eyes.

   Realizing in the back of my mind that I am not controlling this
encounter; but that he is now in total control.  Swaying as my body
shuddering again my hands gripping his wrists tight.  Then feeling like I
have been startled awake as his fingers releasing my nipple and Clint. 
Shaking as if I have been shocked in an electrical circuit as I fall back
to sit on the backs of my legs.

   My lips still trembling as he stands up and pushes his chair away from
the table, Then strips totally naked.  His black skin gleaming as muscles
bulge and ripple as he flexes and turns to me.  His long thick cock
standing upright from his groin and his heavy nut sack swaying gently
beneath.  My chest rising and falling in uneven breaths as I sit back
looking at this black Adonis.  My heart pounding and my insides roiling as
I look, mesmerized.

   Sitting like a little child, waiting to be instructed as he walks to me,
his cock brushing my cheek for a moment as he reaches down and pulls me to
my fee.  Feeling my legs wobbling as he slowly peels my open dress off of
my body and lets it fall to the floor.

   Then leading me to the open space of the table where he pulled his
chair. His hands pressure on my back as he leans me forward my hand
reaching to grip the edge, as his foot taps the inside of my ankle and
spreads my legs apart.

   His warm hand squeezing the cheeks of my ass and massaging them and then
feeling him step closer as his hands grasp my waist.  Thankful for my
height, as he bends his knees slightly and then rubs the long black tube
between my thighs.  A soft moan escaping my throat as the warm flesh
caresses the fat lips of my count.  Not entering but sawing along the outer
lips as my legs tense and tremble, wanting to reach down and place that
thick knob against the opening.  Whimpering in need as he continues to
tease me the thick length.  The ridge of the knob nudging my engorged lips;
but still not parting them completely.

   "You ducking bastard, stop torturing me." My words louder then I meant
them to be as I shake my ass and try to trip the fat knob with my needy
lips.  Hearing his laughter behind me as he pulls back and his cock taps
against my ass cheek.  Rubbing it along the crevasse and then back
underneath and pulling me to him and pushing the thick head against my wet
count lips.  The fat knob spreading my slit and filling the opening.  A
loud groan of pleasure as I feel him slowly pull me back to his cock. 
Slowing filling my tunnel with inch after inch of thick black meat. 
Panting and exhaling as he drives each inch slowly into my body, like a
carpenter driving in a long spike.  each short stroke pulling another groan
from slightly parted lips.

  
Oh......ah....ah.........oh........ah......ah.....ooh.........ah...........
His hands holding my ass cheek tight to his groan.  His wiry pubic hair
scratching the soft flesh.  As he holds me in place and I swear I can feel
the head flaring and releasing inside of my body.  My breasts jiggling as I
shake my count on his cock, like a bitch dog on a bone.  Sheathed deep and
my walls clenching and releasing.  Feeling myself giving him another quick
orgasm as he just holds it deep in my slut count.  "Gogh, Alabama." Not
sure I am giving him my release so much as he is taking it from me.

   Impaled and helpless as I wait, legs trembling like a mare waiting to be
mounted.  Then a loud moan as he rocks his hips back and pulls the fat knob
to just block the entrance to my pussy.  My count walls rippling as he
pushes in deep again and then pulls out.  Slowly working my sloppy wet
hole. One hand holding my waist, the other moving to my left breast and
rolling the hard nub and causing my legs to feel weak as I try to flinch
away from his touch.  My mind empty of everything; but sensation as I pull
away from his hand; but then push back to the crushing fingers as they
pinch the hard nub.  Tugging it from my chest, stretching the small breast
and then releasing the nipple with a loud groan of pleasure from me.

   His strokes slow and deep, my mind counting the inches as he drills to
my womb entrance and the fills it with his knob.  Then pulls back to repeat
it again and again.  His strokes speeding up and causing me to grunt as he
bottoms out against my ass cheeks.  Sweat dripping down my face and on the
back of my neck as I am overheating with sensation.

   My face must look like I am in horrible pain as I feel my muscles
straining from head to toe.  Grimacing with effort as I push back to his
hard strokes.  The loud slap of wet flesh meeting, drawing a moan from me.
I can hear his breathing now.  His hand holding me by the waist, then the
other one gripping it also.  Almost throwing my body back to his.  My count
lips sore and aching with discomfort and pleasure at the same time.

   A low keen of sound escaping my lips as he takes me to the edge again
and holds me there.  His cock head throbbing deep against my womb.  A sane
thought escaping into my brain, as I wonder if he is wearing a condom, if
he cares if he is seeding a fertile and unprotected woman.  Then the
pleasure nerve endings take over and I buck on his prick.  Milking it with
my contracting walls.  Spitted on his organ and helpless to even talk with
any words that are intelligible.  Just gibberish spewing from my mouth.

   Finally, clearing my head again for a moment, thinking his hands are not
only holding me to his cock; but actually supporting my legs that feel like
jell.

   "Please, please give me your ducking seed, I don't think I can take much
more." My words futile as I continue to beg him to cum inside of me.  My
body squeezing and clenching and making lies of my words as I continue to
fu ck back into his body.

   "Fuck me, fuck me, make me your bitch.  Cum in me." My litany of words
begging cajoling and begging more as I writhe helpless speared on his cock.
Finally my cum leaking down my cunt lips and thighs in sticky rivulets of
clear moisture, as I shiver and tremble and shake spastically.

   His hands loosening and begging him not to stop yet, and being turned
around as he pulls out with a wet pop of spraying juices.  His laugher loud
and long as I continue to beg for his cock and then feeling his hands on
his waist and lifting me up to the edge of the table.  Sitting me down and
then stepping between my thighs and slapping my swollen count lips and
Clint with his angry black snake.  Leaning back on my hands and wrapping my
legs around his hips, trying to pull him and that monster back into my
body. His hand holding my thighs splayed apart and then stepping closer to
again tease my count with his knob.  Rubbing it along my count lips and
then pressing it against the raw throbbing button of my pearl.

   My words of begging alternating between calling him a heartless bastard
and begging for him to shove it back inside of me.  My hips lifted and
jerking at his fat head.  Then a loud scream of pleasure as he thrust
forward hard and fast and buries it again against my womb.  Spittle flying
from my lips as they draw back against my teeth and I cum hard once again
on his cock.  Gripping it with my count muscles and holding as my body
contracts as if having a baby.  Quick hard clenches on his cock.  My head
falling back and shaking like an insane person, as I quiver and leak on the
hardwood table.

   His cock sliding in again and again, the knob leading the assault as he
batters deep into my wet leaky hole.  Stuttering as I continue to beg him
to empty his balls in my count.  My breasts shaking and jiggling obscenely
as he leans to bite and suck on one and then the other.  My insides
cramping his cock, squeezing it with a series of hard spasms.  Then feeling
him lean into my body and watching the strain build in his face and neck
muscles, as they stand out in thick cords.  His grunt of release, over
riding my low moaning and whimpering.

   Seeded and bred like a baby momma.  His thick cream filling and coating
his cock as he continues to thrust in and out.  And then leaning over and
kissing my navel as he finally pulls out of my grasping count.

   Laying sated and totally ducked out on his table, the thick cream oozing
slowly from my mashed and slack count.  Eyes closed as I hear him walking
around the table and feeling his slimy cock being rubbed on my cheek. 
Rousing from my lethargic state and licking at the tasty morsel, well more
then a morsel, as I roll on my side and take it into my mouth.  Tasting his
seed and my juices coating it from head to base and then licking my count
taste from his still impressive ball sack.

   Hearing him leave unlocking the library door and voices and him
returning with two bottles of cold water.  Uncurling from my fetal position
and sipping slowly and choking as the icy water trickles down my throat. 
Opening my eyes and seeing him dressed now.  Looking a little sweaty; but
no worse for wear.  I know that I am totally ducked as I sit up on his
table and slide to the edge and cupping my mound, off to step on the floor.
Finding I am still wearing my shoes and nothing else.  My dress wrinkled
and discarded.  Picking it up and pulling it slowly onto my arms and
sitting down to button it from hem to neck.

   Watching as Johan reaches over and undoes the top three buttons,
exposing what passes for cleavage on my chest, though the nipples are
darting the front.  Taking a deep breath and looking around for something
to wipe myself with.  Then settling for my palm and fingers and licking
them clean as he hands me some tissues.

   Shaking my head, then looking to him and sitting in front of my computer
and sorting the paperwork.  Then looking over to Johan.  "Well.  Do you
still want the car." My drive to sell driven from my body and just going
through the motions at this point.

   Watching as he comes over and leaning on the desk, with one hand and the
other on my back.  "Of course I do.  In spite of my belief that sex
shouldn't affect what you want to buy.  Show me where to sign."

   Flipping through the paper work and printing some forms his printer as I
point out signatures and initials.  "I want this car, not some other one I
have to wait for in a few weeks."

   Looking at him and then saying.  "Let me drive it back to the dealership
and set up for it to get an immediate cleaning and checkup.  I will bring
it back tomorrow." Looking at him as I wait.

   "That's a deal." His big hand engulfing mine in a handshake.  "Oh, I
expect another test drive tomorrow when you bring it back.  I hope you are
up to it." His smirk insufferable as I realize his meaning.  Nodding my
head assent.

   "Good.  An I will tell my friends interested in buying a new vehicle to
contact my personal saleswoman.  They will be told about the test drive and
expect one from you Patrice.  Even a woman I know."

   Flushing as I gather my paperwork after giving Jocham his copies.  "I
will be back tomorrow morning with the car and you definitely can have a
test drive, if I am able to show up for work tomorrow." Looking at the
table, waving that is it okay and his hand burning against the small of my
back steering me, as we head...........up the staircase and to his bedroom,
or some room..........  My legs trembling from the effort and wondering if
I am physically, mentally and emotionally able to take any more of his
cock..........





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