[FM] Getting more than I expected for lunch.

Hi. I’m Katie. I’m a 24 year old middle level salewoman at a giant corporation. I’m not the best at my job to be honest. I always try to be fair to my customers but sometimes it just gets too stressful to handle. This happened a few weeks ago and I haven’t been able to really come to terms with it fully. I hope you all like my retelling. I’ll warn you there’s a bit of intro..
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There is a stigma that surrounds professional sales people, that they’ll do anything to get a sale. I didn’t think that was a fair stigma, but after today I suppose it’s true.

I am already 15 minutes late to work this morning. I could try and blame the traffic, or say I overslept my alarm or make up some excuse but nobody even cares if I show up or not. They don’t think i’m important. Just a wall ornament, a pity hire, some dumb blonde that doesn’t know how to do anything.

So I get to my dinky cubicle in the back corner of the office and sink onto my creaky 20 year old office chair. I see my reflection on a plaque I was given for being sales trainee of the month two years ago. I immediately feel disappointed in my lack of even trying today.

I open up my calendar and see I have 4 new projects to quote. A waste of time. I never get these stupid public jobs. I have to do them anyway. I hate mondays.

After hours of mind numbing blueprint deciphering I decide to go for a walk and see my work friend Ken.
Ken is a really cool guy. I used to have the biggest crush on him, but he’s married and has kids and everything so I always have kept it to myself. Honestly I’m just grateful to have someone to vent to about stupid things.

I get to his office and he is nowhere to be found. So I head back to my desk and as I am walking across the room I get a text from Joe, customer of mine that has flaked out on me like a half dozen times the last few months. I give a frustrated grunt and read the message.

It says, “Hey I need your help with a weird project can we get lunch today?”

I really hate this asshole right now but I havent won a bid in almost a week so I agree to grab lunch, sure that he would flake out again and use my help and then not buy a damn thing from me.
He replies to me, “Great are you hungry now? I am in real trouble with this one.”

So I pack up my sad ensemble of stuff and leave.

I get to the diner he wants to meet at and he’s not there yet.
I grab the big booth so I can setup my computer and I start replying to the unending pile of emails.

He finally shows up after like 40 minutes with a stupid grin on his face.

I of course the professional idiot I am exclaim, “Oh hey it’s great to see you Joe.”

He eats it up like he always does, I swear it’s like he just gets enjoyment out of wasting my time.

“Hey Kat, I’m glad you could meet me.”

He always calls me Kat, it is actually really irritating but I pretend to think it’s endearing because I like hitting my sales quota, and I cant afford to be picky about who I sell to.

I reply, “anything for you buddy”

We get down to business, discussing this stupid system Joe’s company has to put in for a job. I notice that Joe cant stop looking at my chest. I look down thinking I must have spilled something on there, but yeah there’s nothing. I give him a weird look, he just smiles and pretends nothing happened.

I’m officially starting to get weirded out but I keep going. pulling up different options on my laptop and Joe decides to move from his side of the booth to sit right next to me so that he could “see better”.

This Job is like huge, if I get it I would get a huge commission for sure so I try and focus on the work but I cant help but feel a twinge between my thighs as I feel Joe’s breath brush past my neck.

I haven’t been with anyone in almost a year. Perpetually busy with work or something or other to date or even have a hookup.
I start to wander a bit as I go through the minutae of what kind of fasteners are required in the city he’s working in, thinking about how big and strong his hands are, how good it would feel to have them caress my sensitive breasts.

I get a bit flustered and try and focus but I notice that Joe has wormed his arm around the back of the booth behind me and I get really nervous and excited at the same time.
I shoot a glance at his crotch and see its just raging. I get bright red and he whispers in my ear,
“Kat, we should go get a drink”

I mumble out
“bbut, it’s only 11”

He says low, “It’s ok we can go to my place”

I hesitate and he says, “I don’t care about this Job you can have it. I just want you”

So I mumble, “Ok lets go” and he whispers “I knew you would.” I feel so ashamed but I need him inside me.

I pack up my computer and he pays the bill, which admittedly was rather nice of him for once. I scurry off to my car putting my bag in the back seat. I close the door, turn around, and see hes ushering me over to his work truck. I am so far gone at this point I would do anything he said. So I get in. We drive about 10 minutes and get to his house. He leads me inside, past the pictures of his fiance on the wall and her cat that looked at me quizzically.

I am so ashamed of myself, but I need it.

He shoves me onto his bed rather roughly and I am soaking wet. He tears my leggings as he yanks them down much to my displeasure but he tells me to be quiet and enjoy this. Being the obiedient slut I am I close my eyes and bite my lip as he pulls down my skirt and panties.

he slips a finger into my dripping wet pussy and I gasp. I cant bring my self to open my eyes. I’m too ashamed of myself. suddenly his exploration ends and I open my eyes to see him pull his dirty jeans off and unleash his rock hard dick. He orders me over to him, I scoot over and sit on the edge of the bed my juices leaking out of me. He says, “I bet you can suck like a pro”
I roll my eyes but dutifully take as much of it into my mouth as I could, rolling my tounge around the sensitive tip. He groans involuntarily and I can feel it get so hard.

I cant take any more and I pull it out of my mouth with a loud pop and tell him, “Joe you better make me cum” as I present my pussy to him, climbing on all fours.

he shoves my face down into the bed as he savagely penetrates me. I feel him all the way inside me, he shakes my whole body with the force of his thrusts, I moan and scream as he pounds away at me in exquisite pleasure.

He grunts, “Your pussy is so tight; what, are you a virgin” He’s such an asshole but I needed this fuck so badly. I just tell him to fuck me and he happily obliges.

He suddenly stops and picks me up throwing me on my back with his dick still inside me. I’d let him do anything to me. I feel my pussy start to throb, god I’m so close.

He keeps fucking me so hard and deep I cant contain the sounds squirting out of my mouth.

I cum hard and he has no mercy, continuing to fuck me hard throughout it. He asks me where I want it and I cant even open my mouth. He says ok then and cums deep inside me.

As the adrenaline wears off I realize what I’ve done.
I am covered in sweat, thoroughly fucked and filled with a practically married man’s cum, it’s 11:45 and I have to get back to work, my tights have a huge tear in the side and did I mention I just fucked a customer?

I freeze for a moment there lying on my back with the cum dripping out of me and Joe comes back out of the bathroom and says, “Looks like you got yourself a contract”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6bmd5d/fm_getting_more_than_i_expected_for_lunch