I'm a cockwhore.
That's what I wanted to say when the president of my office machine company handed me the Salesperson of the Year trophy in front of hundreds of my colleagues at the annual convention and said, "Ken, tell us a little about how you pulled this off."
Well, the only thing I had successfully pulled off was my pants. Or more specifically, the pants of my clients. But there was nothing left to do now but ramble on about exceptional customer service, treating the customer like family and remembering things like their anniversary, birthdays, etc. causing my wife Marsha to almost spit her wine out all over the table when I said, "Do whatever it takes to keep the customer happy."
I could have told them about how I had taken the company's "Needs Based Analysis" and turned it into finding out what the customer was not getting in bed and finding a way to make that happen. I had not sold office equipment all fucking year. I had sold myself, my wife and pleasure. I sold fantasy fulfillment and what the fuck's wrong with that.
The company got their money, I got my six-figure bonus check and my customers got to use me like a fucking whore. I am an ass-hole-licking, cock-sucking whore who provides some overpriced office equipment along with my slut services.
Sure, I used to be a regular salesperson. Struggling to compete to sell copiers, printers and such. I would tout the products, maintenance agreements etc., but no one cared. We had nothing special. Everyone sold the same thing. At 32-years-old I was looking at getting out of the business and trying something different - anything.
Then a picture on my phone changed my sales strategy.
Marsha and I had just returned from spending a weekend in Nashville. We went there to go to this cool swingers club we had visited a few times before. We had met a couple Friday night and spent the next day and a half fucking the hell out of each other. Mark and Susan were older than us, probably in their forties, but they sure knew how to have a fuck party. I'm not sure why we reserved a hotel because we spent the entire weekend at their house enjoying their pool, hot tub and fuck basement. We stayed drunk, stoned and Viagraed up all weekend.
At the swing club they were excited to find out that both of us are bisexual. Turns out they were too. Us boys played straight at the club while Marsha and his wife took turns getting fucked by us while locked in a beautiful 69. When we got home and settled on the couch watching something boring on Netflix designed to provide some noise and distraction, Mark fished my 8 inch cock out of my pants and started slurping on it.
After a night of no-holes-barred sex where I pummeled his ass until he shot cum all over Marsha who was sucking his cock, we decided to walk to the nearby Waffle House at around 5:30 in the morning. Still wide awake from the Molly we had taken earlier, we threw on enough clothes to not get arrested and headed out. It was barely light and I wearing a pair of Mark's pajama pants with a front fly opening. When we got to an intersection I looked down to see my semi-hard cock protruding from the opening. I pointed it out to Mark. He immediately hit his knees right there in the median and started sucking my cock. Marsha took a picture of our public same sex activities on my phone.
The photo was great. We were pictured at an intersection with a stop sign clearly visible. The sun was turning the sky red in the background and I was slightly leaned back playing with my nipples under a Lipscomb College sweatshirt while Mark's lips were clearly encircling the tip of my cock. If not for the obvious cocksucking, it could have been one of those sunrise photos on the Weather Channel. I put it on my phone as my wallpaper.
Having a very sore asshole and raw cock from the weekend's activities. My Monday started with a 30-minute conference call at home and then a visit to a son-of-a-bitch car dealer who had been stringing me along for the past three months.
Usually, I scroll through internet porn and jerk off during those conference calls but my cock was worn out. It was unresponsive to scenes of labia licking and ass fucking that were on my dashboard. I was fucked out.
I pulled up in the lot to see the car dealer was actually in when he said he would be. That was always the first challenge. Now to get in to see him at our appointment time. I sweet talked his assistant, Hope, to find out where he was and to let him know I was there. Hope was a recent community college graduate who sat outside Carl's office lying for him all day. "He's not in right now." "He's with a customer." "He's jacking off to PornHub" is what she could have said if she was honest. He had never done an honest days work. His daddy gave him a string of dealerships in the area and he is doing his darnedest to make sure they don't last any longer than he does. But he was my customer and had been teasing me about moving all his office equipment business to me. It would be a huge contract to get all his dealerships, their service departments and used car lots. Every car salesman that has a dick has to have a printer. They do not like to share and that's good for me. If I could ever get him to sign on the dotted line.
I asked Carl how his weekend was. He started out talking about fishing with some buddies or something like that then he asked about mine. I simply said it was exhausting. "We visited some friends down in Nashville" I said implying that we had spent the weekend sitting around watching football or some shit like that.
While I was going through the details of this potential deal for the fifth or sixth time, I noticed Carl kept looking over at my phone that I had put down on his desk. A text from Marsha talking about how her pussy was so swollen she was teaching her class standing up today came in and activated the home screen. There was a guy sucking my cock on a public street right there for Carl to see.
Funny thing is Carl didn't say anything. I knew he saw it and I knew I was in deep shit, but he kept quiet. I didn't think he was the kind of guy to let a cock-sucking picture on a phone go without some sort of crude remark but he did.
I hurried through the meeting just wanting to get the fuck out of there before he called me a fucking homo or something. He told me to come back Thursday at 2 and he would definitely have a decision.
I was sure I was going to get a call from my boss telling me I was through that Carl had complained about a nude picture on my phone. But the call never came.
After getting home to find Marsha asleep on the couch after school, I explained my indiscretion with a potential huge client on the way to dinner.
"Are you ready to suck some cock," she said. "I guess I could, but I thought we were going to eat, not the adult bookstore," I replied.
"Not gloryhole cock, you ass-licking queer boy. Carl's cock. You are now his whore. That is how you are going to close that sale," she said.
I wasn't sure Carl wanted me to suck his cock but Marsha put the pieces together for me.
Does he like porn? Yes
How old is his wife? Around 55. First wife? Yes. Do you think she still sucks his cock? Probably not.
He saw your phone and knows you are at least somewhat bi and probably a fucking bisexual lunatic to have your cock sucked at sunrise on a road outside a fucking Waffle House. He figures you probably suck cock too. He also probably saw my text about my swollen pussy so he knows I was involved too and had a good weekend of group loving.
"You're going suck Carl's cock," she sang teasingly. He's probably jerking off right now thinking about the "personal services" stipulation he's going to put in that contract so he doesn't tell your boss about that picture and get you fired.
"But he's not going to go for some lazy bisexual cocksucking like you normally do. He is going to want to control you and fuck your mouth. You need to learn to get skullfucked."
"I can suck cock with the best of them," I said. "You're good from what I can tell but he is going to want it quick and dirty. That's a skullfucking.
Ask us women. When we get called to the Principals office for a one-on-one meeting, we stick out our tongue, let him insert his cock while he holds our head and the skullfucking begins. You have to learn to take it deep, don't gag too much or the secretary will hear and be jealous. She thinks she is the only one getting skullfucked around there. The most important thing you have to learn is to swallow ALL the cum. No stopping and jerking that cock off for cum to spray all over your hair and clothes. You can't walk around all day with cum in your hair. Suck and swallow, suck and swallow."
"You need to practice before Thursday," she said. "Who can we get to come over and skullfuck you real good?"
"Sounds like we need to get your principal," I said jokingly.
"He's pretty good at it but I don't think he's into men," she said. "Although I do wonder how that fucking lazy-ass gym coach keeps his fucking job."
We thought through dinner who would be good to invite over for a rough blowjob and decided on John. He had a five-inch but fairly thick cock that would be perfect. We had met him and his wife Pam at a local winery a couple months ago. After a couple bottles they invited us over to their place where we snorted some lines and got nasty real quick. The night ended with John putting his short cock in my ass and fucking me to a no-hands orgasm. His cock hit my prostate just right and had me shooting uncontrollable amounts of white jism all over their nice black leather sofa.
"I'll text Pam and see what they are doing," Marsha said.
