Revenge of a Salesman [MF]

Disclaimer: I know the details of this story aren’t realistic in a COVID-19 world, but apparently my fantasy life hasn’t caught up to 2020. Hope you can still enjoy it, and stay safe out there!

Our car rolls to a stop in a small parking lot. I look around, and notice this isn’t the restaurant we were headed to for dinner. I raise my eyebrows at my husband.

“Sorry honey, this won’t take long. I got a last minute appointment. I promise, we’ll still have our date night.”

I roll my eyes. My husband always has to have the fancy, new toys. I don’t even know what we’re here to look at. Cars, maybe? I start loading the book on my phone as we walk into the small showroom. Maybe erotica isn’t the best thing to be reading in public, but it is date night, afterall.

We’re greeted by a salesman, I hardly look up as he greets my husband. Then his hand comes into my field of view.
“Ma’am?” says a deep voice.

I look up into beautifully rich dark eyes with amusement dancing in them.

“Oh! Hi!” I stammer shakily. He smiles warmly at me while I place my hand in his. “Nice to meet you…” I pause as I try to remember if I heard his name, “Alex.” I smile when my gaze lands on his name tag. “I’m Sam.”

His grip is firm and as he pulls his hand away, his fingers slowly graze my palm and I feel a tingle travel up my arm then straight down between my legs. He turns back to my husband and they begin chatting while I study his profile, my book quickly forgotten.

He’s incredibly attractive. Chiseled. I can see the outline of his pecs and biceps through the thin weave of his black turtle neck sweater. His grey slacks hug his ass. My fingers ache to cup it. He has nice shoes, too. Well put together. Who needs erotica when your mind is racing with a 1000 different ways you want the salesman to touch you?

He begins to walk and my husband falls in step with him. I keep a slight distance behind and admire how Alex’s back muscles ripple under his sweater as he points out something to my husband. Suppose if date night has to have an interruption, at least I’ve got a nice diversion.

He leads us to what I assume is his office, a glass walled room with two seats facing his desk. Alex pulls my seat out for me, fingers brushing my arm as I sit, before heading around his desk to take his own. He pulls up the sleeves of his sweater and I can’t help but lick my lips at the sight of his forearms. He’s strong. He could really hurt a girl if he got rough with her…

He clears his throat and I look up to see him staring at me, a slight smile on his face, his eyes lingering on mine just a second longer, before he turns to my husband. I tune them out, and just watch him talking. Strong jaw moving as he speaks. I shift in my seat, angling my crossed legs towards my husband, shifting my weight back a bit and pulling the skirt of my dress just a bit higher. No one would notice from any other angle, but from behind his desk, Alex would see the top of my black stocking contrasted against my creamy white thigh. And if his eye wanders enough, the curve of my ass below the edge of my cheeky panties.

I drum my nails against my phone, hoping to catch his attention. He glances my way and I see his eyes catch the the view, traveling along my leg, up to my ass, and then up to meet my eyes. The flames burning there in his dark eyes set me on fire. There’s a sinister promise behind them that guarantees that I wouldn’t be safe with him, in the absolute best way. I uncross my legs and let out a gasp as it feels like his fingers just grazed the full length of my body.

My husband looks my way, attention caught by my gasp. “Oh, right, honey, I’m sorry. I promised this wouldn’t take long.” Turning back to Alex, he says “we really should be going. But I’ll be in touch.”

I think I see frustration roll across Alex’s face before he schools his features into a charming smile. He stands and gestures for us to follow him out of the office. As we near the door, he halts and spins to face us. He takes my hand in both of his. “Lovely to meet you, Sam,” he says as two of his fingers press into the tender underside of my wrist and he keeps the pressure as he pulls his hands along mine. Goosebumps creep up my arm and my nipples pearl against the satin of my lacy bra. I bite my lip and notice his eyes drop to my mouth.

“You know, honey, I think I visit the ladies’ before we go,” I say, staring hard at Alex, raising an eyebrow suggestively, “Alex, can you point me in the right direction?”

He gestures down a hall just off the front of the showroom and I head that direction. I’m overly aware of my heels clicking loudly against the tile floor as I go. I faintly hear my husband and Alex exchanging pleasantries just as I reach the door to the restroom. The light hums to life as I walk in. It’s a fully contained restroom, no stalls. Perfect. I take care not to lock the door and place my phone and clutch on the counter as I take in my appearance in the mirror. The black silk of my retro cut dress stands out nicely against the red wall behind me. My blue eyes sparkle under the vanity lights. The pendant of my necklace nicely draws the eyes downward towards the not so modest neckline of my dress. My hair is neatly tucked up into a twist. All in all, a decent showing for date night. I wonder if Alex liked what he saw.

Just then, I hear the door handle begin to turn. “Oh, someone’s in here!” I call, just in case it’s someone else. I step back towards the door, ready to push it closed if need be, but as it opens, Alex’s menacing gaze meets mine and the door is pushed open firmly. I smile, excited he got the hint. Without a word, he steps in, shutting and locking the door behind him.

“Wipe that smile off your face, Bitch,” he says as his arm snakes out and his large hand grasps my throat. He pulls me to him, face uncomfortably close to his, and growls, “your husband wasted my time. Now you’re going to make it up to me.”

I shiver in fear, and excitement. His grip shifts from my throat to the back of my neck. He pushes me, face first, into the red wall beside us, my whole body flush against it. He presses his hard body up against my back and begins digging the bobby pins out of my hair. It doesn’t take long for my hair to unwind from the twist and he immediately gathers it at the base of my neck and tugs my head back. His mouth right by my ear, he rasps, “I saw you looking at me. Teasing me with a little peek at your round ass. You want this, don’t you?” I nod as much as I’m able with my hair still in his grip. He bites my neck, not hard enough to draw blood, but he’s not gentle. There will probably be a mark tomorrow. Chills race through my eager body. My hips begin grinding against the wall, my ass brushing against him. He’s hard. I can feel it.

I tilt my hips to push firmer against him. My eyes widen and I gulp. He’s big! So much bigger than my husband. He tugs harder on my hair and his lips brush my ear, goatee scratching my neck. “That’s right, Slut, all of that is going in your ass. Think you can handle it?”

I whimper as apprehension rolls through me. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. We’re gonna have to do something about that!”

He lets go of my hair and slides his broad hands down my backside, pausing to squeeze my ass, then down the back of my legs. He glides his fingers along my ankles, to the inside of my legs, then trails them back up. Excruciatingly slow. My legs are quivering and I wonder if they can keep holding me up in these heels. His hands continue under my dress, his arms nudging it up as he goes, until his fingers brush, ever so lightly, against my damp pussy. He lingers there, just a second, then proceeds back to my ass, pushing my dress up to rest on top of my ass as he goes. His thumbs hook into the waistband of my lacy panties and he tugs them down off my butt.

They slip down to the floor and I feel his breath tickle my now bare cheeks as he says, “step out of them, then spread your legs.” I comply and he blows directly on my creamy wet cunt before he stands up. He dangles my panties in front of my face. “Now porn your mouth,” he commands.

I furrow my eyebrows at him in confusion and he grabs my chin with his other hand. “We can’t have you making noise and attracting attention, slut. Open. Your. Mouth.” His fingers dig into my cheeks as I reluctantly open my mouth. He stuffs my panties in my mouth and then pushes my chin up to close it. “Good slut,” he says, and lightly pats my cheek. Then he licks his thumb and before I know it, he’s pressing it firmly into my asshole. I inhale sharply through my nose, shocked at the pressure. His thumb leaves as quickly as it came, and I hear the zipper of his slacks. I feel his big, hard cock spring free, bouncing against my ass.

“This is going to hurt. I promise,” he says with a sexy-as-sin smirk. I close my eyes and clench my teeth in anticipation. His head pushes into me. He’s right, it hurts, but my whines are muffled by my panties. He stops once he’s pushed few inches inside of me. He moves from side to side, stretching me. Increasing the fire in my tight hole. Then his hands grab my wrists, holding them against the wall as he braces against them and slams into me.

Not even my panties are able to dampen the sharp scream that escapes my throat. He ignores my pain and pulls back only to thrust in hard again. A small sob chokes me at the searing pain. I try to free my arms and his grip tightens. His mouth at my ear whispers harshly, “struggle all you want to. Remember, you wanted this. Unless…” he releases my hands and brings one of his to my clit, rubbing as he slowly thrusts in and out of my ass, “you want me to stop?”

Pain and pleasure mix together in the most delicious way as he continues to rub and thrust. I shake my head “no” and dig my nails into the wall, giving into to the sensation of it all. My senses are completely overloaded by him. His smell. His touch. His breath coming hard and fast in my ear. It doesn’t take long before I’m panting in the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt, bucking my hips against his hand.

“Seems I’m not the only one frustrated by your husband, now am I? Not the only one left wanting with him?” He pushes his thumb hard against my clit and slides two fingers into my pussy. That pushes me over the edge. I clench around his fingers inside me and cum all over his hand. Riding out wave after wave of pleasure with every thrust of his cock into my ass. His thumb keeps rubbing my clit and he starts to pound into me, faster and faster, harder and harder.

Finally he pulls almost all the way out and absolutely drills me with one last hard thrust, groaning as I feel his hot cum filling me. I explode into another climax around his fingers still deep inside me. Moaning and slumping against the wall as his weight falls against me.

We stay like that, panting heavily, for what feels like forever, but I’m sure only a minute or so has passed before he kisses my temple, says, “good girl!” and walks to the sink to clean up. I’m caught off guard by the tenderness and turn to watch him. His eyes meet mine in the mirror and he grins. “You can take your panties out of your mouth, now.”

My eyes grow wide as I realize I had forgotten them in my exhausted stupor. He chuckles as I pull them out. He zips his pants and begins to wash his hands as I finally convince my body to stand up right. My legs shake slightly as I take a step away from the wall and let my dress fall back down to cover me. I move to put my panties on, but Alex clears his throat. I look at him and see his hand waiting. I place my panties in them, then glance to the floor to find my bobby pins. “Leave your hair down. It’s beautiful.”

I meet his eyes and self consciously move to feel my hair. My husband always likes it up, but glancing in the mirror, I agree with Alex. I comb it a bit with my fingers. I suppose a “hair emergency” might explain my prolonged bathroom visit. I straighten my dress and wash my hands while Alex keeps his gaze on me. “You did well,” he says, moving to open the door while I grab my clutch and phone off the counter. I walk through the door and glance back at him as he steps into the hall. He grabs my wrist to stop me, then cups my hand with his. “Your husband doesn’t deserve you. Give him my regards.” With that, he winks, releases my hand, and walks away.

I make my way back to the showroom, feeling my ass wet with Alex’s cum as I approach my husband. He looks at me, confused, “what happened to your hair?”

I hold out my hand and as he reaches for it, I drop my wet panties into his hand. “Alex says thanks,” I say, then smirk at his mouth hanging open as I continue past him and out the door.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/k5ocze/revenge_of_a_salesman_mf