SELLING CARS

 

Stanley Wilson rolled into the driveway of his dealership, Stanley Wilson Ford. He sold both used as well as new vehicles, mainly the Ford brand pickups and SUVs. Stanley had been at it for about fifteen years picking up from where his father left off. He had been making a good living at it, but the past six months had found him and the dealership taking a gradual loss each month, and he was determined to come to the end of the year to find the books in the black, and everything paid off. 

He parked his Mercedes in the back of the building and walked around, unlocking the doors. He was always the first to show up each day, finding the quiet of the building and the new car smell refreshing. He started up a pot of coffee to brew and sat in his office reading the morning paper; it was 7:30 a.m. 

As he read the paper and sipped a cup of coffee, he stopped for a second to look over a fleet of cars on his lot as the rising morning sun sparkled in their windshields and chrome bumpers. He walked back to his desk. As he sat in his brown leather chair, he heard the building front door open and the sound of high heels clicking on the building's parquet floors. I was now just 8 a.m., and a smile comes over Stanley Wilson's face as the sound of clicking heels drew closer; it was office assistant Sally Kern, a wide-hipped curly blonde woman with piercing eyes. 

She walked into his office, greeting him with a smile of her own and wishing him a good morning. Stanley walked from around his desk, setting his paper down, and gave her a kiss. Stanley then looked at his gold Rolex on his left wrist, making the comment that Sally had perfect timing, and then the two proceeded to get amorous, taking their clothes off after securing the door and drawing the blinds. 

Sally then fell to her knees. Stanley pulled out his already hardened member, and Sally took it in her wanting mouth. After a few pleasure full moments, Stanley stopped her for a pause to run around his desk to pull out a camcorder placing it on a shelf on the opposite wall capturing them in full, and he pushed the record. 

These early morning flings had been going on for a month. At first, Sally wasn't into it, but the smooth-talking salesman Stanley soon coaxed her into mildly making out, till coming 30 days later, full-on nude sex acts recorded for prosperity, and late nights when Stanley was alone. 

Stanley prided himself on his charm and his sense of being sympathetic, which he felt was the key to convincing Sally a little morning sex always made the rest of the day better. Both now completely naked, Stanley laid out Sally across his desk recklessly pushing files, the newspaper and stationery to the side and ravishingly penetrated her from behind, making them both moan with pleasure as he mugged for the camera gripping her womanly hips balls deep into the trembling snug wet vagina of his office assistant.