xxx story – Sales Girl

Dissy was (and still is) a pretty brunette with gray eyes, an
appealing, healthy body and an irrepressible sense of fun. She had
just recently finished her argumentation and gotten her degree, and was
working part-time for a trade association while she examined her
career choices. She was currently mulling over a sales position. Even
if that wasn’t exactly what she had prepared to do when she matured, she was a.
natural– everybody who knew her accepted that.

One night after work numerous of us fulfilled at an area bar that is.
well known for its relaxed policy towards the conduct of its clients.
It’s possible to obtain tossed out of the place for battling or smoking cigarettes.
dope, but otherwise basically anything goes. The place was loaded,.
as normal, and we staked out a territory near the bar. After a couple of.
beverages Dissy got frisky and began pulling her t-shirt up, flashing her.
pretty tits to a good friend who was standing a few feet away, much to his.
pleasure. Eventually she had dealt with a number of other delighted clients to.
more than a couple of eyefuls; evaluating by the eraser-like state of her.
nipples, she was enjoying it at least as much as they were.

Our party separated and Dissy and I left the bar to go get my vehicle.
at the advertisement firm where I worked, stopping on the method for a six-pack of.
beer. By the time we came to the company we were both all set for a.
bathroom break. Everybody had gone home, but because all of us who worked.
there had keys to the building bathroom gain access to was no issue.

After we eased ourselves, I revealed Dissy around the office a.
bit. She was slightly thinking about the computers and art studios,.
however captivated by the production darkroom. Dominating the darkroom was.
a big vertical video camera, utilized to shoot pasted-up art to make.
advertising slicks for distribution to print media. It was also utilized.
to shoot photographs to make screened halftones for printing functions.
At the bottom of the cam was a copyboard that might be raised and.
lowered; right above the copyboard was a lens in an adjustable.
bellows. At the top was a lid with a vacuum back that held.
photosensitive paper while bright quartz lights flooded the art on the.
copyboard. After the negative paper was exposed it was mated with a.
positive receiver sheet, then run through a processor with a chemical.
bath. When the sheets were peeled apart, a sharp black-and-white image.
appeared on the receiver sheet. The whole procedure took maybe 3.
minutes per shot.

Because she appeared interested, I asked Dissy if she wish to see.
how it worked. “Tell you what,” I stated, “this cam will shoot 3-D.
items too. Why don’t you lie on the copyboard and I’ll take your.
image?” She slanted her head inquisitively, smiled, then went through.
the gyrations necessary to get under the lens, her back on the.
copyboard. I cranked the lens up to get as much of her body in the.
image as possible, then used the ground glass to bring her into focus.
Then I chose a high-resolution screen and turned out the white.
lights, which left whatever in the room bathed in the red glow of.
the safelights. I took some paper out of the light safe, changed on.
the vacuum back and prepared to take my shot. “Try not to move much,”.
I stated. “This will take about 10 seconds.”.

I struck the direct exposure button, and Dissy was right away bathed in a.
fantastic bright light, her eyes closed and a smile on her face. One.
arm cushioned her head, while the other rested on her stomach, her.
right thumb hooked into the top of her jeans. After the exposure was.
completed, I ran it through the processor and showed it to Dissy. It.
was a little dark, however she was thrilled.

” Cool!” she said. “Can we do another one?”.

” Sure,” I reacted, “that’ll give the chance to dial in the.
exposure some more.”.

Then a thought struck me. “Tell you exactly what,” I stated, “why do not you.
flash the electronic camera?”.

She laughed, and managed her shirt. “Okay, however I’m covering up my.
face and this is all you get.” I nodded. And smiled.

Dissy lay on her back on the copyboard again, this time with both her.
arms up, with her lower arms over her face. The modification in the.
direct exposure time produced a better image, however there was still room for.
improvement. Would she want to do another? Sure.

This time, I suggested that it would make a more lovely photograph.
if she would roll towards one side a little. And it would be more attractive.
if she would unbutton her denims and undo her zipper a little so that a.
couple of more inches of flesh would be visible under her navel. She.
immediately complied, and the next shot was better. “Let’s do.
some more!” she stated. Fine with me, I thought. I sure hoped no one.
else required to pop into the office for anything.

Within the space of another two shots, Dissy had shed all the rest of.
her clothes in addition to her inhibitions; her face wasn’t covered.
anymore, nor was anything else. She pulled on her nipples and pinched.
their pointers, something I knew from personal experience drove her wild.
( It made a terrific shot.) Among her hands traveled down to her pussy,.
which had started to sparkle in the intense quartz lights. Then both.
hands made the journey south, and she moaned as she clutched at herself,.
her sweaty back sliding on the glass copyboard while she writhed.
to the first of several orgasms that she was to have that night.
I handed her a bottle from the six-pack we had actually carried in, and she.
quickly plunged it in, entertaining herself with it enough time for me to.
make a couple more exposures. And she didn’t stop with the beer.
bottle, either– after spotting the camera operator’s collection of.
toys, she demanded to see his squeaky rubber crocodile, which I passed.
to her. She made it squeak without using her hands. I handed her a.
little Bart Simpson doll, and in he went, after she used his spiky.
rubber haircut to give an aggressive localized massage to her inflamed.
clit. What a fantastic shot that was, with a goofily-grinning Bart glimpsing.
out from in between her pussy lips. Coooool, Dude!

After an hour approximately of this, she padded off to discover the bathroom.
once again. I seized the day to mop the sweat and juices off the.
copyboard and polish it with glass cleaner, tidy the.
darkroom, put the toys back and hide the utilized negative paper at the.
bottom of a big trash can. I put all the shots I had actually made in a.
folder, then gathered Dissy’s clothing and went out to meet her.
outside the bathroom by the art department. I was prepared to go to her.
place, my place– any location where I could provide her my own.
non-rubberized toy. Soon.

As it ended up, I didn’t have far to go. Dissy came out of the.
restroom– still naked naturally, considering that I was holding her clothing–.
pulling on her nipples, running her tongue around her lips, her.
eyelids slightly closed. “Hello there,” she purred. “I’m your new.
Kodak representative.”.

” Uhh … we utilize Agfa,” I reacted. My slacks betrayed my interest as I.
saw her approach.

” Why Agfa?” she breathed, still pulling on her nipples as she stood.
toe-to-toe with me. “Why not Kodak?”.

” Shorter peel time,” I responded, smiling. I dropped her clothing on.
the light table I was leaning on.

” Our peel time isn’t really so bad, is it?” she asked. “Besides, purchasing from.
Kodak provides other advantages. Would you want to learn about them?”.

” Sure,” I stated. I ‘d listen to whatever she needed to say at this point.

” Good. Then simply unwind while I make my presentation.” She began.
telling me about the virtues of Kodak service as she unbuttoned my.
shirt, her lips brushing my chest as she followed the buttons down.
The shift went efficiently as she got to my belt and zipper; placing.
her hands on my hips she moved my pants and underwear off in one fluid.
movement. “Shoes, please,” she stated, and I dutifully kicked them off.
with my toes. Then she gracefully sank to her knees– making certain to.
rub her nipples on my stomach on the way down– and took my.
still-growing meat into her mouth.

She tongued the end of it. She nibbled up and down the shaft. She.
deep-throated me as she lightly squeezed my balls with her right-hand man.
and had fun with my ass with her left. I leaned versus the light.
table, my eyes closed, losing whatever issue I had that anyone else.
would come in to the workplace. Exactly what the hell. I might always move,.
alter my name and get another task. However I may never ever have an.
experience like this once again.

Unexpectedly, she stopped. “Does your Agfa associate supply this service?” she.
asked, looking up.

” Nooooo,” I responded to, “not that I understand of.” Our Agfa associate was a.
fiftyish male.

” Let me acquaint you with some other elements of our consumer.
fulfillment program,” she said, pulling me down and pressing my back.
onto a soft asian rug that a person of the graphic artists had brought.
in. As I settled back I pictured that if Dissy ever did take a sales.
job, she would do very, effectively. And whatever she sold, I would desire.
to be a buyer of.

She straddled me while spinning Kodak sales pitches off the top of her.
head, pausing only when I entered her. Her eyes closed, and she placed.
my hands on her breasts. “Squeeze the really pointers,” she whispered.
” Squeeze them as hard as you want.”.

I did as I was informed, and she put her hands on her thighs and began.
to pump up and down, gradually at very first then quicker and faster.
Looking up I saw her expressions alter as she tossed her hair,.
her head tilted back and her mouth open, panting. As she thrust her.
hips forward somewhat more, she lowered her head and opened her eyes.
a little. She focused on something, and her rhythm slowed. “If you.
have a minute,” she stated, still in character, “I ‘d like to show you.
one other Kodak service.”.

She had found a container of Vaseline sitting beside an art waxer. It was.
there since the graphic artists liked to stir a little in to smooth.
out the wax, but Dissy had other ideas. She was up and back in an.
instant.

” You’re familiar with the plastic cans we ship our movie in?” she.
asked, applying a generous quantity of Vaseline to my still-erect penis.
” You’re about to discover how to load something in another kind of Kodak.
can. The Kodak Lady’s can.”.
She snapped the lid back on the Vaseline jar, offered me a meaningful.
look then got on all fours, her shapely ass facing me.

I installed her and she worked me in a little at a time up until my whole.
shaft was inside her. Then I started pumping in and out, gradually and.
gently at initially, then quicker and harder as she began to buck versus me.

And buck she did. I thrust for all I was worth, occasionally providing.
her nipples a squeeze. She rubbed her pussy and plunged her fingers.
deep inside herself, then held her hand as much as my mouth so I could.
taste her juices. She went from her palms to her elbows, her cheek.
pressed versus the flooring– moaning, panting, yelling, and prompting.
me on.

Lastly, I could feel the internal pressure in my groin starting to.
construct. I could inform I was getting harder, and Dissy might tell it too.
She supported into me and I slammed into her much deeper and deeper, her.
cries propelling each thrust until I came to and passed the point of.
no return, clearing shot after shot of hot semen into her, my groans at.
last joining hers till I was spent.

We collapsed on the floor, exhausted. I kissed her neck and back, and.
touched her lips, breasts, stubborn belly, hips and thighs. We were quiet.
up until our breathing returned to regular and I naturally withdrew.
” Thank you for making time for my presentation,” she murmured,.
smiling. “Sold!” I responded.

Our legs– our whole bodies– were wobbly from effort, adrenaline.
and excitement. With shivering fingers we got dressed, tidied.
our mess, changed the Vaseline, and began to head out of the.
office. (I made certain I had that folder!) On our way out, I stopped to.
put a specific now-warm bottle of beer into the company fridge. Whoever.
consumed it would surely find it unusually delicious.

 

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