Phone Sex Carol the Car Lady
Carol sat in her cubicle at work and listened to a voice mail on her cell phone from her favorite entertainment group. Because she was such a good customer, she was being given two free hours on both the chatlines and the sexlines. With this and having sold a record fifteen cars in one day, Carol was in heaven.
At Jim’s Automotive Warehouse, Carol had been the number one salesperson for over six months even though she had only been selling cars for eight months. At first, the veteran salespeople had taken a bet on how long she would last in the business, and then after she hadn’t sold a car in two months, they started to laugh and make fun of her.
That was when she remembered lessons learned while she was in college earning her degree in marketing. People looked at the packaging, and they always wanted something for new. Since the dealership wasn’t offering many incentives, Carol came up with her own rewards. In giving them, Carol rewarded the customer and herself.
The first time Carol offered benefits to a potential client, she got screwed literally. She gave a guy a blowjob, and then he left the dealership without buying the car. After that, she learned to get the contract signed first, and she had been the star of Jim’s ever since.
The type of car the customer bought determined the type of rewards he or she got. Carol didn’t have a problem letting a woman eat her pussy either; she did whatever it took to achieve the sale and maximum pleasure.
With the purchase of any used car, a customer got a blowjob or a finger fuck depending on the sex. Any person who bought a new car priced under $20,000 received a quick fuck in the back of his or her new car. Those who spent $20,000 to $40,000 were rewarded with two hours of Carol’s naked time in a nearby hotel. If you could afford $40,000 and up, Carol would gladly give you four hours of endless, untamed sex.
Sure the other salespeople hated her, but Carol was satisfied sexually and financially. There was even talk of her being made sales manager.
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The Fuck Artist Sexline
Sandra enjoyed painting nude portraits. There was something magnificent about the male body, and she took great pleasure in sharing that with others. Her paintings sold for thousands of dollars and were even on the walls of many celebrities homes. In 2009, Sandra was called a Rising Star by ArtWorks magazine. Everyone loved her work because her models seemed to be glowing in her portraits.
Her secret was the smallest and most pleasurable of things. Sandra fucked her models before she painted them. After a wonderful orgasm, the models were completely at peace with themselves and the world. With those expressions on their faces, Sandra placed them in dramatic scenes like standing on an overly crowded sidewalk or in a war zone. While the world was in chaos, her models were at peace.
She had come up with the idea on the sexlines when she and a regular acquaintance had talked about the power of an orgasm after having phone sex. To achieve a wide variety of pictures, Sandra, who obviously enjoyed sex, fucked her models. There were men of different races, social classes, and ages. Each man became a part of her Peace collection. Her goal was to have a portrait of one man from every country in the world. It was a lofty goal, but she planned on achieving it.
Today, she was expecting Hugh from Australia. He was a rugged, muscular man in his middle ages who had a dazzling smile. To get herself ready for him, she had spent two hours on the chatlines. She was more than ready. He would be lucky if she didn’t jump him as soon as he walked in the door.
“I see you made it,” she told him as he walked into her bedroom. She lay naked on the bed with the sheets pulled towards the bottom.
“You’re beautiful,” he said as he leaned over the bed and kissed her gently. He couldn’t resist running a hand over one of her gorgeous nipples. His lips followed his hand while his hand trailed down to her legs which were open and waiting for him.
“Mmmm,” Sandra moaned. “Get undressed, baby. You’re a masterpiece who needs to be fucked.”
Hugh quickly disrobed and jumped between Sandra’s legs.
She cried out when she felt his wet tongue on her clit. ‘Oh,’ she thought, ‘the things I must do for my art.
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