Salesman's Secret Desire

The scent of coffee hung in the air, mingling with the lingering aroma of his cologne – a sharp, woody scent that always managed to send shivers down my spine. Maxx, my traveling salesman, was an enigma wrapped in a tailored suit, a captivating blend of charm and controlled intensity. He’d walked into my office that morning, radiating an aura of self-assuredness that both intrigued and unnerved me. As he launched into his sales pitch, detailing some new line of office supplies, my thoughts drifted away from the mundane, drawn into a fantasy fueled by a shared scenario we’d discussed, a game of seduction and restraint. The warmth and moisture between my legs intensified, a physical manifestation of the burgeoning desire that threatened to consume me.

His words seemed distant, lost in the heat building within my body. The sudden realization of my own reaction snapped me back to reality, my nipples hard and sensitive, a blatant display of my arousal. "May I ask you something?" he inquired, his eyes piercing through my carefully constructed facade of composure. “Would you mind if I ‘visited’ you?” The words hung in the air, igniting a primal response within me, betraying the composed exterior I’d so meticulously cultivated. My body screamed for his touch, begging him to fulfill the unspoken desires that simmered beneath the surface.

“I don’t know,” I replied, my voice betraying a tremor, “When do you want to ‘visit’ me?” A mischievous glint flickered in his eyes as he answered, "As soon as possible!" The urgency in his tone was palpable, a challenge laid down that I couldn’t resist. My mind raced, trying to maintain the playful persona while acknowledging the undeniable pull between us. "What are you doing tonight?" I asked, feigning nonchalance, hoping to glean some insight into his intentions.

“Hopefully it will be soon enough for you,” he replied, flashing a disarming smile that sent another wave of heat through my veins. The blush creeping up my neck was an involuntary response, a testament to the potent effect he had on me. I desperately wanted to play hard to get, to maintain the element of mystery, but we both knew the game was already escalating, and he clearly sensed my vulnerability.

“Alright, I’ll pick you up here at your office around six o’clock,” I said, a hint of amusement in my voice, knowing full well that my actions were dictated by a force beyond my control. Just as he turned to leave, he handed me a small, folded note, a silent command, and then disappeared out the door, leaving me with the tantalizing anticipation of what awaited me. The words scrawled on the paper – “No Underwear!” – sent a jolt of excitement through my body.

Precisely at six o’clock, I slipped into the waiting car beside him. The scent of his cologne intensified, a heady blend of masculinity and confidence that ignited my senses. The lust that surged through my veins was undeniable, a primal force driving me closer to the precipice of pleasure. "When we get to my house, I’m just going to take a quick shower. Sorry, but I’m just getting home from work, and I need to freshen up a bit," he said, his voice low and intimate, a promise of the delights to come.

“No problem,” I replied, trying to appear nonchalant, “But may I wash your back for you?” The question was a blatant invitation, a request that I couldn’t refuse. As we pulled up to his house, Maxx skillfully opened the car door for me, and with a swift movement, he spun me around, pushing my body against the side of the vehicle. His foot parted my legs just enough to allow for his desired access, a subtle but undeniable display of dominance. His hand quickly descended beneath my dress, and before I could react, his finger found its way into my wetness.

“I just needed to make sure that you read my note,” he murmured, withdrawing his finger and inserting it into his mouth, savoring the taste of my pleasure. Then, he returned his hand beneath my dress, this time with two fingers, extending his exploration. He held it there for a moment, a teasing delay before pulling it out and stating, “Now I have two fingers for a tasting.” His actions were deliberate, designed to heighten my anticipation, to push me further into the throes of desire.

With a casual turn, he faced me, his fingers still nestled within my pussy, and he began to stroke my clitoris, his touch both gentle and insistent. “Now kiss me and stick your tongue in my mouth so that I can taste you,” he commanded, his voice laced with a seductive power. As we kissed, my juices flowed freely, a testament to the escalating intensity of our encounter. The scent of his breath filled my senses, a potent blend of musk and desire.

Maxx’s hands continued their exploration beneath my dress, lifting and pulling at the fabric, teasing my skin while we maintained our passionate embrace. The anticipation built with every touch, every glance, every stolen breath. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach, a constant reminder of the pleasure that awaited. He casually took my hand, and we walked towards the door, our movements synchronized, a silent agreement on the course of our shared fantasy.

“Would you like something to drink?” I asked, trying to maintain a semblance of composure, knowing that my heart pounded against my ribs with an almost unbearable intensity. “No thanks,” he replied, his eyes never leaving my body, “Where is your shower?” A playful challenge, a confirmation that he was fully invested in this game. A wave of laughter escaped my lips as I realized the depth of his desire. Maxx stared at my naked body, taking in every curve and contour with an appreciative gaze. I noticed the erotic bulge in his trousers, a clear indication of his arousal, and a surge of pleasure rippled through my body.

I slipped into the shower, the hot water a welcome relief from the mounting heat. Keeping a watchful eye on him, I fought to maintain my composure, determined not to give away the passion that consumed me. He calmly undressed, his movements deliberate and controlled, as if he were savoring the anticipation. As I stepped out of the shower, he was standing there, a breathtaking vision in the dim light.

His body was a masterpiece of masculine strength and sculpted perfection, a testament to his dedication to fitness. Broad shoulders, muscular arms, and a satisfyingly firm belly – every inch of him radiated an aura of power and appeal. My eyes drifted over him, taking in every detail, lost in his captivating presence. As my gaze lingered on his hips, I noticed something that sent a shiver down my spine: his cock was rock-hard, clearly eager to fulfill its intended purpose. The sight alone was enough to send a surge of heat through my veins. He had a fantastic body, and it was clear that he knew it.

His cock head was already swollen and dark with the rush of blood, a visual representation of his raw desire. I watched as he pulled back his foreskin, revealing the full glory of his anatomy. It made my mouth water, my senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the moment. He smiled at me, a cheeky expression that promised pleasure and pain, and I knew that I was completely surrendering to his control.

He entered the shower with me, our bodies brushing as we stood facing each other. The water felt warm and soothing on my skin, but I couldn't shake the heat that was building within me. He wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me closer, and I leaned into his embrace, lost in the intoxicating sensation. “Everything I see, I like,” he whispered against my ear, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine.

As we stood there, our bodies intertwined, I felt the building tension between us reach its peak. He was clearly eager to take control, and I found myself unable to resist his advances. He moved his hand to my back, washing my skin with a sensual touch, and I closed my eyes, surrendering to his command. I felt a sense of both vulnerability and exhilaration, knowing that I was completely at his mercy.

Suddenly, he turned his attention to my breasts, lifting my dress just enough to expose my sensitive skin. The air grew thick with anticipation as he leaned in close, his breath warm against my neck. He began to lick my nipples, teasing my flesh with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each touch ignited a new wave of pleasure, pushing me closer to the brink of ecstasy.

As he continued his exploration, my body betrayed me, my nipples hardening to an unprecedented degree. The heat intensified, and I could feel my body screaming for more. He saw my blush, a clear sign of my arousal, and a mischievous glint returned to his eyes. I couldn’t deny my own pleasure, and I realized that I was completely lost in this game of seduction.

He moved his hand to my ass, pulling my body against his own, the hard cock pressing firmly against my stomach. The sensation was both shocking and exhilarating, a potent combination of power and vulnerability. I stifled a gasp as he continued his assault, his touch sending shivers down my spine. He was clearly enjoying himself, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of pleasure in his dominance.

He took my hand, leading me towards the door, and as we stepped out of the shower, he spun me around, pushing my body against the car. He used his foot to part my legs, granting him access to the area he desired. His hand descended beneath my dress, and the next moment, his finger slipped into my dripping pussy.

“I just needed to make sure that you read my note,” he murmured, withdrawing his finger and inserting it into his mouth, savoring the taste of my pleasure. Then, he returned his hand beneath my dress, this time with two fingers, extending his exploration. He held it there for a few seconds, pulling it out and stating, “Now I have two fingers for a tasting.” His actions were deliberate, designed to heighten my anticipation, to push me further into the throes of desire.

With a casual turn, he faced me, his fingers still nestled within my pussy, and he began to stroke my clitoris, his touch both gentle and insistent. “Now kiss me and stick your tongue in my mouth so that I can taste you,” he commanded, his voice laced with a seductive power. As we kissed, my juices flowed freely, a testament to the escalating intensity of our encounter. The scent of his breath filled my senses, a potent blend of musk and desire.

Maxx’s hands continued their exploration beneath my dress, lifting and pulling at the fabric, teasing my skin while we maintained our passionate embrace. The anticipation built with every touch, every glance, every stolen breath. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach, a constant reminder of the pleasure that awaited. He casually took my hand, and we walked to the door. “Would you like something to drink?” I asked, trying to maintain a semblance of composure, knowing that my heart pounded against my ribs with an almost unbearable intensity. “No thanks,” he replied, his eyes never leaving my body, “Where is your shower?”

A playful challenge, a confirmation that he was fully invested in this game. A wave of laughter escaped my lips as I realized the depth of his desire. Maxx stared at my naked body, taking in every curve and contour with an appreciative gaze. I noticed the erotic bulge in his trousers, a clear indication of his arousal, and a surge of pleasure rippled through my body.

I slipped into the shower, the hot water a welcome relief from the mounting heat. Keeping a watchful eye on him, I fought to maintain my composure, determined not to give away the passion that consumed me. He calmly undressed, his movements deliberate and controlled, as if he were savoring the anticipation. As I stepped out of the shower, he was standing there, a breathtaking vision in the dim light.

His body was a masterpiece of masculine strength and sculpted perfection, a testament to his dedication to fitness. Broad shoulders, muscular arms, and a satisfyingly firm belly – every inch of him radiated an aura of power and appeal. My eyes drifted over him, taking in every detail, lost in his captivating presence. As my gaze lingered on his hips, I noticed something that sent a shiver down my spine: his cock was rock-hard, clearly eager to fulfill its intended purpose. The sight alone was enough to send a surge of heat through my veins.

He smiled at me, a cheeky expression that promised pleasure and pain, and I knew that I was completely surrendering to his control. The tension in the room became palpable, a silent acknowledgment of the impending pleasure. He entered the shower with me, our bodies brushing as we stood facing each other. The water felt warm and soothing on my skin, but I couldn't shake the heat that was building within me. He wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me closer, and I leaned into his embrace, lost in the intoxicating sensation. “Everything I see, I like,” he whispered against my ear, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine.

As we stood there, our bodies intertwined, I felt the building tension between us reach its peak. He was clearly eager to take control, and I found myself unable to resist his advances. He moved his hand to my back, washing my skin with a sensual touch, and I closed my eyes, surrendering to his command. I felt a sense of both vulnerability and exhilaration, knowing that I was completely at his mercy.

Suddenly, he turned his attention to my breasts, lifting my dress just enough to expose my sensitive skin. The air grew thick with anticipation as he leaned in close, his breath warm against my neck. He began to lick my nipples, teasing my flesh with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each touch ignited a new wave of pleasure, pushing me closer to the brink of ecstasy.

As he continued his exploration, my body betrayed me, my nipples hardening to an unprecedented degree. The heat intensified, and I could feel my body screaming for more. He saw my blush, a clear sign of my arousal, and a mischievous glint returned to his eyes. I couldn’t deny my own pleasure, and I realized that I was completely lost in this game of seduction.

He moved his hand to my ass, pulling my body against his own, the hard cock pressing firmly against my stomach. The sensation was both shocking and exhilarating, a potent combination of power and vulnerability. I stifled a gasp as he continued his assault, his touch sending shivers down my spine. He was clearly enjoying himself, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of pleasure in his dominance.

He took my hand, leading me towards the door, and as we stepped out of the shower, he spun me around, pushing my body against the car. He used his foot to part my legs, granting him access to the area he desired. His hand descended beneath my dress, and the next moment, his finger slipped into my dripping pussy.

“I just needed to make sure that you read my note,” he murmured, withdrawing his finger and inserting it into his mouth, savoring the taste of my pleasure. Then, he returned his hand beneath my dress, this time with two fingers, extending his exploration. He held it there for a few seconds, pulling it out and stating, “Now I have two fingers for a tasting.” His actions were deliberate, designed to heighten my anticipation, to push me further into the throes of desire.

With that, he swung me around to face him and put both his fingers in my mouth, and I tasted the sweetness of my own pussy. “Now kiss me and stick your tongue in my mouth so that I can taste you.” As we kissed, I felt my juices again running down my legs. Maxx’s hands were busy with my dress while we were kissing. I could feel him lifting it, but I didn’t realize what he was doing until our lips parted. The next moment, he pulled it all the way up and over my head. I stood completely naked next to the car. My nipples were so hard from the excitement plus the cool night air. He puts his hands on my naked ass and pulls me against his body. I felt his hard cock pressing against my stomach.

He casually takes my hand, and we walk to the door. “Would you like something to drink?” I ask. “No thanks. Where is your shower?” I laugh. It is good to know he’s just as horny for me. Maxx stares at my naked body, and I watch his eyes taking in every part of me. I notice the erotic bulge in his trousers, clearly showing his desire for me.

I set the temperature and walk into the shower. The water feels nice and warm on my skin—not that I need any more heat. I keep an eye on him, trying not to make it too obvious, while he calmly undresses. I do not want him to think I am not used to anything. He has a fantastic body with broad shoulders, muscular arms and a belly you could wash clothes on.

My eyes wander over him, wanting to take in every detail. They reach his narrow hips, and then I see it. His cock is rock-hard. He is clean-shaven down there. When he pulls back his foreskin, I can see his cock head is already swollen and dark with his pulsing blood. It makes my mouth water. When I look up, he is smiling at me.

“And do you see anything you like?” he asks, his voice dripping with playful anticipation. My nipples respond immediately, becoming even harder and so sensitive. I long to feel his mouth on them, want him to bite them softly. But I cannot say it to him now. Maybe later. He gets into the shower, and our bodies touch. I stand on my tiptoes to get my arms around his neck. His body is like a raging fire against my skin.

“Everything I see, I like,” I whisper, my voice trembling with desire. I can feel his hardness pressing against my stomach. I go down on my knees and take his hard cock in my hand. Slowly, I rub his tip over my face. That very sensitive place under the head gets my attention as my tongue licks it again and again. I wrap one hand around him, and my head moves very slowly over his cock. Every now and then, my hand takes over while I kiss and suck his balls before licking my way back to his cock head and swallowing him deep again.

I ask Maxx to turn around and put his hands against the wall. He spreads his legs, and I come from the back, pull his cock through his legs and put my mouth over the head. I do not move my head; I just suck him like you would suck a lollypop. My tongue makes circles around the head, and I drink the precum that is flowing very fast from it. A gasping moan escapes his mouth.

“I’m very close… Where do you want me to cum?” he asks, his voice strained with anticipation. I stop sucking, stand up, take the soap, and hand it to him. “Now then,

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