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25/09/2026
I’m 27, work at a car dealership, and usually keep work and fucking separate. Last weekend I broke that rule hard.
Went out with some friends, had a few drinks, ended up grinding on this tall, built guy at the bar. We didn’t even exchange last names. Just “I’m E,” “I’m C,” and then we were in an Uber back to his place.
The second the door shut he had me against the wall, hand up my skirt, two fingers already working me while he bit my neck. I was soaked. He fucked me like he was angry about it: Bent over the edge of his bed, one hand in my hair, the other gripping my hip so hard I still had bruises the next morning. I came twice before he finally pulled out and came all over my ass and lower back. We cleaned up, I left around 2 a.m., and that was supposed to be the end of it.
Monday afternoon I’m on the sales floor, normal shift, when I hear a familiar voice. I look up and there he is. Same height, same shoulders, same fucking hands that were wrapped around my throat the night before. And standing right next to him is a pretty blonde with a wedding ring, holding a toddler’s hand.
My stomach dropped so hard I thought I was going to throw up.
They were looking at SUVs. I froze for a second, then forced myself to walk over because one of the other sales guys was busy. He recognized me the second our eyes met.
His face went white, then red. I kept my voice professional and light: “Hi, looking for something family-friendly today?” His wife smiled and started talking about cargo space and safety ratings. He just stared at me like he’d seen a ghost.
I showed them three different models. Every time I leaned over to point something out on the tablet, I could feel his eyes on my ass. Every time his wife asked a question, he answered half a second too late. At one point she stepped away to look at the second-row seats and he muttered under his breath, “Are you fucking kidding me?” I just smiled and said, “Let me know if you have any questions about financing.”
They didn’t buy anything that day. She left her card for a follow-up. He looked like he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him.
I still have his number from the night before. Part of me wants to text him something filthy just to watch him panic. Part of me already knows I’ll be wet the entire time if they come back for a test drive.
I fucked a married guy and then sold cars to his wife the next day. I should feel guilty. Mostly I just keep replaying the way he gripped my hips and the look on his face when he saw me in my work clothes.
Anyway… yeah. That’s my weekend.
Went out with some friends, had a few drinks, ended up grinding on this tall, built guy at the bar. We didn’t even exchange last names. Just “I’m E,” “I’m C,” and then we were in an Uber back to his place.
The second the door shut he had me against the wall, hand up my skirt, two fingers already working me while he bit my neck. I was soaked. He fucked me like he was angry about it: Bent over the edge of his bed, one hand in my hair, the other gripping my hip so hard I still had bruises the next morning. I came twice before he finally pulled out and came all over my ass and lower back. We cleaned up, I left around 2 a.m., and that was supposed to be the end of it.
Monday afternoon I’m on the sales floor, normal shift, when I hear a familiar voice. I look up and there he is. Same height, same shoulders, same fucking hands that were wrapped around my throat the night before. And standing right next to him is a pretty blonde with a wedding ring, holding a toddler’s hand.
My stomach dropped so hard I thought I was going to throw up.
They were looking at SUVs. I froze for a second, then forced myself to walk over because one of the other sales guys was busy. He recognized me the second our eyes met.
His face went white, then red. I kept my voice professional and light: “Hi, looking for something family-friendly today?” His wife smiled and started talking about cargo space and safety ratings. He just stared at me like he’d seen a ghost.
I showed them three different models. Every time I leaned over to point something out on the tablet, I could feel his eyes on my ass. Every time his wife asked a question, he answered half a second too late. At one point she stepped away to look at the second-row seats and he muttered under his breath, “Are you fucking kidding me?” I just smiled and said, “Let me know if you have any questions about financing.”
They didn’t buy anything that day. She left her card for a follow-up. He looked like he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him.
I still have his number from the night before. Part of me wants to text him something filthy just to watch him panic. Part of me already knows I’ll be wet the entire time if they come back for a test drive.
I fucked a married guy and then sold cars to his wife the next day. I should feel guilty. Mostly I just keep replaying the way he gripped my hips and the look on his face when he saw me in my work clothes.
Anyway… yeah. That’s my weekend.
Poster:
Eva
