The Irresistible Sales Clerk

I lunged at Orlando to stop him, pulling him right against my chest so hard that my breasts were pressed against him.

"What are you afraid of? These car windows are fully tinted; no one can see a thing from outside."

Orlando clearly looked like a deer caught in headlights, shaking like a leaf as he stared at me. "Wh-What are you trying to do?" he stammered.

At this moment, I was extremely excited to face an innocent man like him. Just like Richard, I had a thing for the innocent type.

Without hesitation, I latched onto his earlobe, running my tongue over it.

"Relax. We're just having a little bit of fun," I said, sliding my hand down to his crotch, massaging him endlessly.

As it were, men were all the same. His body reacted instantly.

I lowered myself and sank my teeth into his pants, eyeing him with a seductive gaze. A violent shudder ran down his entire body at my teasing. Doing something like this in a professional setting was the best way to stimulate one's hormones.

This was also the reason why I never got tired of doing it.

Orlando followed my lead and spread his legs as he reached his hands out and began to fondle my voluptuous bosoms.

His touch immediately sent tingles all over my body, making me desperate to devour him right then and there. I found myself swallowing repeatedly, my throat tight with sheer excitement.

However, a trace of hesitation lingered in Orlando's expression. He asked, "Aren't we here to check out the car? Why are we… doing this instead?"

"This is how things work at our dealership," I replied. "There's no sales deal until we've had some fun."

I took his hand and placed it right on my skirt. "Wanna see what I'm wearing underneath?" I teased.

He gulped, then lifted my skirt in one swift movement. His eyes widened instantly as he stared at the sight before his eyes.

I wasn't wearing anything underneath. He became hard instantly, and a gasp of amazement escaped his lips.

"Woah! What a beauty!"

I spread my legs and straddled him over his chest, positioning myself right in front of his face.

"Isn't it torture to just look? Don't you want to find out how I taste?"

With that, Orlando stuck his tongue out obediently, twirling it around like a pup lapping water.

A tingle began to spread throughout my entire body. The heat within me kept on rising, stimulating my physical senses.

I began trembling violently. As much as I was tempted to let that moan of pleasure escape my throat, I had no choice but to suppress my desires because there were others outside the car.

At this moment, Wilson had already explained all the available promotions to Orlando's wife. When she turned and noticed her husband was nowhere in sight, she began searching for him everywhere.

"Honey? Where are you, honey?"

Meanwhile, Orlando was still lost in eating me out. The bulge in his pants hardened even further as his hands roamed all over my body relentlessly.

His wife, still in search of him, walked up to the side of our car. "Orlando Kaufman! Where the hell are you? Get back here right now."

Upon hearing his wife's voice, Orlando shoved me away without warning, so frightened out of his wits that he was about to leave the car.

I held him back with a yank. "Are you mad? She'll see us if you leave this car right now."

So, he had no choice but to continue sitting in the car. However, he shook like a leaf, fearful that his wife would find out what he had done.

When I saw how terrified he was, I crouched down beside him. Then, I unzipped his pants, freeing his massive member in a flash.

He was clearly aching, his manhood engorged from being held back for so long. I stroked it gently, coaxing him tenderly, "Feeling really uncomfortable, aren't you? Shall I take care of this for you?"

Orlando was shivering, torn between his desperate desire and fear of being caught. I flashed him a playful smirk, then parted my lips and took him in when he least expected it.

His entire body tensed up immediately. He clamped his mouth shut, too afraid to let out even the slightest sound of pleasure.

"Orlando! Orlando!" his wife yelled outside the car, still searching for him.

This forbidden thrill sent my adrenaline through the roof. I took my time, savoring this sensation.

Orlando gripped the back of my head, pressing my head down against him as he began thrusting hard. "Faster. Faster. Or my wife is going to see us!"

Upon recognizing how desperate he was, I lifted my skirt, positioned myself accurately over him, and sat right down to take him in.

At this exact moment, the car door was pulled open suddenly. I heard an extremely furious voice scream, "Orlando Kaufman! What are you doing?"