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  “That’s a darling set,” Rachel said. Ed smiled and nodded. “Do you like the front clasp for easier access?” Rachel asked. Ed smiled wider and nodded again.

  Rachel thought he had excellent taste in lingerie, plus he seemed even hotter after closing. If he could transmit that to the customers, her numbers would go up immediately. “No accessories?”

  Rachel told Ed how women loved accessories, and that the right ones could take even simple lingerie from nice to breath-taking. “How about these?” she asked, holding up black lace garters and thigh-high stockings. “Can you see your girlfriend wearing these?”

  “I imagine she would, yeah,” he nodded, then smiled. “I see your point. She’d look hot in that!”

  “I’m sure she would,” Rachel replied. “Now, what about me?”

  “Pardon?”

  “What about me?” she repeated. “Do you think I’d look hot in this?”

  Ed blushed again.

  Ed’s problem was that his mind was closed, and too professional. He needed to loosen a little, and let his imagination wander. Enthusiasm was half the battle no matter what you were selling, but it was especially true when you were essentially selling sex.

  “I don’t know, Mrs. Jacobs,” he admitted. “You’re my boss. I’d never imagine you wearing anything like that.”

  “Really?” Rachel smiled. “You’ll have to do better than that.” She put the bra over her full chest and the panties over her waist, then gave her ass a little wiggle. “How about now?”

  “Umm,” Ed started to reply, but stopped.

  “See, that’s your problem!” Rachel exclaimed. “If you imagine what our customers will look like wearing this stuff, you’ll sell more stuff. We’ll have happier customers and we’ll both be making more money. Don’t you want this job to be win-win for the both of us?

  Before Ed could argue, Rachel pulled him by the hand and led him to the dressing rooms. She told him to stay put while she disappeared into one of the rooms.

  Rachel smiled at herself in the full length mirror as she undressed. She still looked damn good, even though it had been three years since she’d blown the candles from her 40th birthday cake. Rachel wasn’t old, but she wasn’t a spring chicken like the just-out-of-teens Ed. She was finally a cougar.

  Rachel admired herself another minute, then pulled the fresh panties over her long toned legs and over her perfectly rounded ass. Her pussy was smoothly shaved and the soft lace cotton made it pulse in subtle delight. She felt suddenly guilty, knowing she had moved past trying to teach her employee to be a better salesman the moment she stepped into the dressing room. She was horny and wanted attention.

  But Rachel couldn’t help how she felt, and couldn’t help that she loved lingerie or that it always slickened her slit. That’s what made her the perfect person to run the lingerie department. She turned around and looked at herself once more in the full length mirror, admiring the hips that were just round enough for her husband to grab at when he fucked her hard from behind, like he used to do all the time but rarely did anymore. Her tits looked tremendous, the push-up bra accentuated her natural heave, and if that didn’t get Ed aroused, something inside him was broken.

  Nothing about Ed was broken. As soon as Rachel stepped from the dressing room she had to laugh out loud at the wide O of his open mouth. Heat and moisture flooded her cunt, as her mind flashed back to her husband’s eyes and how they once looked like Ed’s did now.

  She smiled, slowly twirling around in a circle, feeling Ed’s eyes slapping her ass where the thong disappeared between her round milky cheeks.

  Rachel giggled as she led Ed through the store, draping more lingerie over her arm as she went. She modeled each set, widening the professional gap with each new pair of panties, and further staining the pair pressed against her overheated pussy.

  Rachel couldn’t ignore the fire in her fur box, or the thick bulge pushing against the relatively thin fabric of Ed’s slacks. She loved that it meant he wanted her.She couldn’t help but imagine the size and shape of his cock.

  Rachel took the final outfit from Ed’s hands, then disappeared into the dressing room, closing the door behind her and clamping her palm on her pulsing pussy, now completely slick with her glistening juices.

  Every set Rachel tried on was sexier than the one before, and the final set was the sexiest. She slipped on a pair of thigh-high stockings, smoothed them over her long shapely legs, purring as the fabric pressed lightly against her skin. If there had been any doubts about how far things were about to go with Ed, or his desires, they disappeared when she put on the bra he picked out and saw that the cups were only half-cup push-ups. The black of the bra accentuated her tanned skin and readied her rock hard nipples for a good sucking.

  She moistened a fingertip with her tongue, traced the digit around her left nipple, moaning softly as she imagined Ed circling the tip of her tiny pink eraser with the wet of his tongue.

  She and her cunt were both craving the cock on the other side of the door. Rachel placed her palm against her pussy, fully exposed in the center of her crotchless panties. She brought her sopping hand to her nose and inhaled. She gave herself one final smile and stepped from the dressing room as the cool air outside slapped her slit and made her moistened mound spasm.

  “Is this what you wanted?” she asked, spinning in a circle.

  Ed could only nod.

  Rachel smiled like a minx, ran her hands up and along her arms, slowly across her shoulders, and finally to her neck. She arched her head back, pinching her eyes shut in a silent moan. Her tongue licked the insides of her lips as she moved her slender hands slowly down her perfumed neck, grazing her fingers through her valley of cleavage.

  Ed was massaging his meat through his trousers.

  Rachel brushed her hands across her breasts; her nipples tingled as they pressed against her palms. Her head fell back as the electricity pushed a moan from her lips. She closed her eyes to finish her show, confident Ed was still watching. She continued to tease herself, moaning for another minute, before opening her eyes to see Ed’s wide smile. His dick was outside of his pants. His fingers were curled around his cock, as he slowly jacked himself up and down.

  “Do you want to fuck me?” Rachel purred.

  Ed didn’t answer, but Rachel knew that any guy rubbing his dick a foot away meant a big fat yes, and that meant a happy pussy for her. She walked up to Ed, dropped to her knees, then put her slick lips on his bulbous head, already glistening with pre-cum.

  “Mmmmmm,” she cooed, rubbing the tip of his dick all over her face. A sudden wave of nasty energy soared through her naughty body, and Rachel slapped her face with his dick, then reached down and rubbed two fingers against and then into her hard, sensitive clit.

  Ed watched Rachel, his breath five times faster than it was. They locked eyes. She took his cock several inches into her mouth, massaging it with her tongue as he quivered in delight.

  Rachel pulled his half-glistening shaft from her mouth, rubbed it all over her face, reveling in the hard softness caressing her cheeks, nuzzling her nose along his shaft and covering his skin with tiny kisses as she worked her way towards his balls.

  Rachel’s tongue curled around his dangling sack as Ed continued to moan. She couldn’t wait to have his young cock deep inside her hungry pussy, but she wanted to tease him first. It wasn’t enough to be fucked; Rachel wanted to be desired. She wanted Ed to crave her more than anything, even more than Lindsey.

  Rachel slowly stroked his shaft and gently suckled his balls. His breathing continued to deepen, quickly growing ragged as Rachel ran her tongue from the base of his cock, up to his head where she rimmed it slowly.

  “Do you like that?” she cooed.

  “Yes,” he moaned, leaning back and slapping his left hand on the table as his right curled into a pile of panties.

  “Does your girlfriend suck your cock?” Ed nodded yes.

  “Does she swallow your cum?” Ed shook his head no. />
  “You know good salesmen deserve to have their cocks sucked, and all their cum swallowed, right? Rachel purred. She stuffed Ed’s full length deep into her mouth. She held it with her face buried against his hips, sucking gently at first, then sliding her lips back and forth along his stiff dick at an ever increasing pace.

  She rubbed her clit harder, in tight circles as her head bobbed faster. Ed filled her mouth perfectly, better than her husband, and seemed to enjoy it much more.

  Strings of saliva dripped from her lips and chin, coating her chest as she cravenly slurped, moving her hand from her flaring pussy and squeezed her tits, pulling and tugging and twisting her pointing nipples.

  Rachel wanted fucking. Badly. Soon she’d let him, and make him forget all about his girlfriend.

  Rachel felt Ed’s cock throb in her mouth and knew he was seconds from seed.

  But she wasn’t ready for him to blow his load.

  “Mmmmmm,” she moaned as she pulled her mouth from his throbbing cock, then stood and took him by the hand, leading him to a chair.

  “Not yet sweetie,” she whispered into his ear, sucking on his lobe before turning away, as her pussy flared once again at the sight of his desire.

  Rachel slid a padded bench from near the dressing rooms toward Ed. She laid back on it so that her head fell over the edge. Her hands roamed her burning body slowly, her deep aching hunger fueled by her exhibition.

  She lifted her legs into the air, ran her hands along the back of her thighs and over her ass and hips. She caressed her body like an intimate lover, knowing exactly how and where to drive herself to frenzy. Rachel’s eyes shut as she imagined her fingers were Ed’s, lost in her fantasy while her young salesman stared at her show, jacking his shaft.

  “Do you like seeing women touch themselves?” Rachel whispered in a half breath.

  “Yes,” Ed whispered, his eyes fixed on her body.

  “Good,” she moaned, rolling onto her stomach. “I love touching myself. But I’m the only one allowed. You have to stop touching yourself right now. At least if you still want to fuck me.”

  Ed’s hand stopped moving immediately.

  The fire inside her was a raging blaze only Ed’s cock could smother. She lifted her ass and turned her head to see him. His eyes grazed her body, from toes to head then back, soaking in every inch of her skin. Her hand slid between her thighs and around to her firm fuckable ass.

  She caressed her creamy cheeks, slid a finger deep into slick pussy, and arched her back, moaning as she writhed against her fingers, first slow then furious. Her ass pumped against her hand as she moved her fingers in and out. She kept her eyes on Ed. The look on his face said he was having a hard time restraining himself.

  Rachel fucked herself harder for Ed, adding a third and a fourth finger to her self-fucking. Her jaw clenched as her hips spun wildly, pushing against the current of pleasure coursing through her body.

  She couldn’t take much more. She had to have him inside her.

  Rachel was wildly shaking and loudly shrieking, slamming her hips into the bench as she ground her fingers into her dripping slit, cumming once, twice, then tree times as Ed watched with wide eyes.

  She figured he had never seen anything like it before, and the show was certainly a first for her. “I’m ready,” she whispered in a scream, crooking her finger and beckoning him over. “Fuck me NOW.”

  Ed shed his pants and straddled the bench. Rachel lifted her hips a few inches, offering Ed her succulent ass. He pierced her juicy slit and buried his cock to the balls. Rachel bent her legs and curled her toes to the ceiling.

  Ed fucked her with an enthusiasm her husband had lost too many years before, and it felt more amazing than she remembered, or even imagined. Rachel lifted her ass into his hips, matching his thrusts in perfect time. Her eyes were closed and her fingers clenched around the legs of the bench, loving every thrust on her way to oblivion.

  “Oh, baby, YES!” she screamed between heavy breaths. Ed had Rachel pinned to the bench as his cock disappeared over and over into the depths of her dripping slit. She felt his hands on her shoulders, squeezing and massaging her skin.

  With a perfectly timed move, Rachel turned slightly and pushed Ed from her body, took him to the floor, and crawled on top of him like a lioness over prey. She lifted her hips and sank onto his cock until it filled her completely. She gyrated her hips in tight circles as Ed’s eyes rolled toward the back of his head.

  She was clearly much better at this than stupid fucking Lindsey.

  Rachel leaned back onto her hands and got her feet under her slightly, moving her body into a crouch above him. Slowly she swiveled her hips up and down, giving Ed a perfect view of her glistening bald pussy sliding up and down on his raging throbber.

  She bounced up and down on throbbing cock with all of her strength as waves of adulteress desire washed through her with each grind downward.

  Ed started bucking his hips harder, forcing his dick deeper inside. They gasped heavily as they continued to fuck. Rachel felt the throb of his cock and knew he was about to cum.

  She worked him like an expert, slightly lifting her body until only the tip of his engorged cockhead was inside, then slamming her pussy down and taking him fully.

  It was too much for Ed. He arched his back and groaned like he’d been shot.

  Rachel quickly pulled his pumping dick from her slit and grabbed the base of his shaft with her hand, spraying his steaming cum all over her gaping slit and milking him to a finish. She looked down at her cum splattered pussy and smiled.

  Strings of his thick seed oozed and dripped from her flaring lips onto Ed’s softening cock. Rachel imagined his time in the lingerie department would be much better from now on.

  Rachel would never fire Ed.

  XXX

  Sex In An Elevator

  Mick was running late for work. Again.

  If he came into the office after 9:00, there would be hell to pay. He’d already been late twice that month, and Mick’s boss, Mr. Wells, had a three-strikes-you’re-out policy. No exceptions.

  Just last month, Eddy Fenton got fired for getting his third strike on the final day of the month. Not only did Mr. Wells show no mercy, he said he should’ve had Fenton arrested for stealing his time, and it was grand theft as far as he was concerned, considering the cost of his hours.

  Architects, after all, must be excellent at everything. Architects are the best. And the architects at Wells and Dawson were the best of the best. The best planners, start to finish. Always. If you weren’t better than the best, then you didn’t belong at Wells and Dawson.

  Mr. Wells was an asshole, sure, but he was effective. In business and in life, and everyone around him lived by the mantra. Mick shuddered to think what it must be like to live with the guy. If anything was EVER good enough.

  Mr. Wells did have a point about Mick and his punctuality. While he wasn’t routinely late, he’d done it enough times to earn a blip on Wells’ radar, especially since the last time he’d been over an hour late. It wouldn't have been so bad, but Mick stopped at a Starbucks to get a cup of coffee, partly to help explain the disaster that made him late, but mostly to spill the coffee on his shirt and drown the pussy that soaked in his clothes like a current.

  He’d actually been early that morning, but smelled the heat on a hot blond standing in front of him during his first trip to Starbucks. One look and they both knew. She gave the barista two bucks for her venti black, then went in the bathroom and waited.

  Mick decided he didn’t need the caffeine.

  After he was done slamming the complete stranger with the soft tits and softer ass, who used both like they were something they weren’t, Mick left her with a kiss on the lips, but no number, then raced on his way to work. Halfway there he realized that he smelled, and looked, like an orgy.

  The coffee shop tryst wasn’t unusual. It didn’t exactly happen often, but Mick had already had more random encounters in his life than most men would in te
n of theirs.

  Mick was good at smelling sex, and women smelled it on him, at least those women who knew how to use their nose. The first time had been at a hotel about fifteen years earlier. He was a kid, maybe 25, and the firm had sent him to a seminar in Chicago. The hotel was nice, nicer than he was used to. Mick was waiting for an elevator, and getting hornier by the second, surrounded by well dressed, great smelling women. Mick was old enough to smell the hunger, but had never acted on it because he didn’t know how, and thought it might be his imagination anyway. Something about the hotel seemed to make the women especially hot. Maybe it was the flowers. A few seemed hungry enough, but there was a big difference between hungry and starving.

  The elevator dinged and the doors parted. The woman on the other side was starving.

  They stared at one another for several seconds, as the rest of the passengers spilled from the box. Mick said, “Are you getting off, ma’am?” She stuttered, shook her head, and said, “don’t call me ma’am. I’ve barely earned my miss, and I think I’ll be getting off in a minute,” and stepped back in the elevator. “And you?”

  Mick stepped inside the elevator, confused, only part of him realizing what was happening. “I’m going up,” he said.

  “What floor?” she asked.

  Mick didn’t know. He fumbled for the keycard in his jacket so he could double check. She said, “Unless you’re on the eleventh floor, you’re gonna get the answer wrong.”

  The elevator dinged and the doors parted. Mick followed the stranger down the corridor, then all the way to #1147. “In there,” she said, opening the door and pointing to an unmade bed. “Hurry, I have to check out soon.”

  Mick barely knew what was happening when it started happening at his waist. She unbuckled his belt as she dropped to her knees. His cock was already hard, of course, so she slapped it across her face and purred like a kitten.

  The woman he’d met just a minute before was bobbing up and down on his dick, taking him from hard to throbbing, before she stood up, pulled down her skirt, peeled her panties to the ankle and growled, “Fuck ME!”