Door to Door Sex (Salesman Sex Book 1)

  DOOR TO DOOR SEX

  Copyright © 2013 by C J Edwards

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  C J Edwards on Kindle

  Adult Reading Material

  All characters depicted are over the age of eighteen.

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  DOOR TO DOOR SEX

  One week of training down and former soldier Jeff was now a bona fide sales executive. Checking his smart new suit and tie out in the mirror, he picked up his appointments file and slammed the flat door behind him.

  Solar panels were not the sexiest commodity on the market but they were definitely hot business. By lunch time, Jeff had three repeat appointments and one closed sale. Totting up the commission in his head as he ate a fast food burger, he reckoned that first morning would net him about £800. That was over a week’s pay in his old job and he didn’t have to risk his life, get up at dawn to do PT or work at night! This was a mug’s game.

  Glancing down his appointment sheet, he saw his first call of the afternoon was a suburban housewife, Mrs Newbold. Another three qualified appointments after that and he’d be home well before opening time. Wiping his mouth on a paper serviette, he dug out his mobile phone.

  “Hello,” a sultry female voice answered. “Can I help you?”

  “Hello Mrs Newbold,” Jeff began. “It’s Jeff Coates from Sunshine Panels, just confirming our appointment in twenty minutes.”

  “Oh yes,” she replied. “I’ve been looking forward to it all week.”

  Jeff knew his sales package was good but he’d never heard of a customer that keen before. Still, he thought as he rang off, who would look a gift horse in the mouth?

  Jeff was suitably impressed as he drove his company Mondeo up the sweeping drive. Set back from the semis in the street, Albany House made quite a statement in the area. There would be no problem fitting the panels on that roof, he thought.

  He pressed the doorbell and chuckled to hear Madonna’s sexy voice announcing his arrival. The door opened to reveal a lady in her early forties with an absolute knockout body, slim waist, long legs and unbelievably large and perky breasts. And she made no attempt to hide her assets; dressed only in a silk kimono and high heels, with what looked like a corset underneath. His jaw nearly hit the floor.

  “Hello sweetheart,” she said undressing him with his eyes. “You must be Jeff!”

  Not particularly modest at the best of times, Jeff knew he was an attractive proposition to most members of the fairer sex. Six foot two and built like a rugby prop, he hadn’t let himself go since leaving the military, still training three or four times a week. Even so, the forwardness of this incredibly sexy lady caught him off guard.

  “That’s right, Mrs Newbold,” he choked. “Is your husband home?”

  As soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted saying them.

  “Is my husband home?’’ The horny woman chuckled. “Why? Were you hoping to catch me alone?’’

  Without giving Jeff a chance to try and dig himself out of that hole, she flung the door wide open and almost dragged him inside.

  Leading the way down a long hallway, she spoke over her shoulder. “It’s Cyn by the way and my husband in the States on business until next week. Just in case you’re interested…!”

  Before Jeff had the chance to answer that incredibly loaded question, they were through a set of swing doors into a huge conservatory with a full sized swimming pool.

  “Have a seat,” Cyn waved her slim arm towards a chaise longue, “I’ll fix you a drink. What would you like? We’ve got, well, everything really!”

  “I don’t really drink while working…” Jeff started.

  “Beer then!”

  Bringing over a bottle of Mexican beer with a lime in the top and something fluorescent in a big glass with an umbrella for herself, Cyn made a show of exposing her legs almost to the top as she sat right next to Jeff on the chaise longue.

  Jeff had his laptop open by now and was preparing his presentation as Cyn leaned in even further, if that were possible. “What have you got to show me then, Darling?” She pouted.

  “Well” he began. “It’s clear you use a great deal of electricity and have a big roof. Solar panels are a non-brainer for you.’’

  “How long do your appointments usually last?’’ asked his customer.

  “Oh, about an hour,” he replied hesitantly.

  Cyn reached over to shut the laptop with a click and put it on the floor. “I’ll buy whatever you think we should have,” she said, easing onto the floor between his legs. “That gives us about fifty six minutes to kill. Any ideas of how you would like to spend the time?” She asked the question in her huskiest voice, reinforcing her message by running her hands lightly up Jeff’s thighs.

  Jeff said nothing but watched as the sexy housewife unzipped his fly and casually reached inside for him. He had joined the army to get laid and after ten years in his job it hadn’t so much as loosened a bra for him. Now he was half a day in to being a salesman and he didn’t even have to lift a hand. The sex was coming to him.

  Cyn almost jumped as Jeff’s hard penis sprang out of his pants. “Well, that’s a nice cock,” she crooned wrapping a hand around the thick shaft and rubbing up and down.

  Cyn certainly knew how to handle a cock and her gentle wanking had Jeff wriggling in his seat. When she lowered her head to it, to subtly lick around the head, he couldn’t believe how good it felt.

  “You’ve done that before, then,” he joked, stroking the older woman’s hair.

  Cyn was no longer in a position to talk and her low chuckle caused delicious vibrations that travelled down Jeff’s shaft.

  As Cyn became more animated, she bobbed her head up and down Jeff’s shaft and took the whole of his seven inches into her mouth and throat on each descent. Jeff could no longer be passive, it wasn’t in his nature and, standing up, he gripped his customer firmly by the head and began to meet her thrusts with his own. Before long, he was brutally skull fucking her and although Cyn was now bright red and gasping for breath, she passively allowed him to use her, much to his surprise.

  “Put your hands behind your back,” he growled at the older woman and to his surprise, the hitherto pushy woman meekly adopted a submissive pose while he continued to use her. The whole scenario was too much for him and he exploded into her mouth. Cyn dropped to the floor, gulping down a mouthful of cum and panting like a dog.

  Jeff sat back down, his cock still standing up like a flagpole and looked down at his conquest. “Well that was an unexpected surprise, Mrs Newbold!”

  Cyn looked a mess. Her mascara was smudged all over her face and she was very sweaty. “That was amazing,” she gasped. “You can do anything you want to me, my boy.’’

  “Well show me your bedroom then, Mrs Newbold and we’ll see what you’ve got.’’

  The master bedroom was everything that Jeff expected in a house of this size and stature; huge and opulent. He was reminded of the time he saw one of Saddam Hussein’s palaces, just after capturing Baghdad. He went to empty his bladder in the en suite while the lady of the house readjusted her makeup.

  When he came out of the bathroom, Jeff saw his lover sat expectantly on the bed and decided to test her limits. “It seems to me that you have a submissive side, Cyn,” he said.

  “Well,�
� she replied hesitantly. “I did enjoy being told what to do...”

  Jeff walked over to the bed and stroked her soft cheek. “We’re going to see just how much, Cyn.” He sat down beside her and sank back into the soft bedding before changing his tone to something a little more sterner. “Strip for me!’’

  Cyn hesitated for no more than a few seconds before standing up and unfastening her silk robe. With the shyness of an older woman, she let the kimono shimmer to the floor and began to unhook the sexy corset, before dropping that too and standing before the strapping ex-soldier dressed only in a skimpy pair of panties. “Do you like what you see?” she said in a surprisingly timid voice.

  “I can’t see it all yet,” Jeff snapped back. “I said strip! Get your knickers off and show me your cunt.’’

  Cyn had never been spoken to like that in her life and it sent a jolt straight down her spine that ended at her clitoris. All of a sudden she felt more aroused than possibly ever before. Her face reddened and she peeled her panties down over her thighs. As she stood in front of her new lover, her hands instinctively went behind her back and her eyes dropped to the floor.

  “That’s better,” Jeff said, standing up and running his hand down her perfect body. “All women have a naturally submissive side to them, Cyn but it seems to be a lot stronger in you than most others I’ve been with.’’

  Cyn had to admit, being told what to do was making her incredibly wet and very confused. She was always the one in charge so why was she enjoying this? She shook herself out of her reverie to realise that the hulking young man was asking her a question.

  “Which is your husband’s wardrobe?”

  Cyn indicated the walk in closet on the other side of the bed and stood rooted to the spot while Jeff wandered inside it. He came out with a good selection of Harold’s expensive silk ties and used three of them on her, securely tying her hands behind her back, to blindfold and gag her.

  Jeff now helped himself to Cyn’s delicious and defenceless body, sucking her erect nipples and sliding a finger inside her dripping pussy. “You are a naughty little slut, aren’t you, Cyn,’’ he sniggered. “What would Mr Newbold say if he could see you now, a plaything for a door to door salesman?”

  At the mention of her husband’s name, Cyn felt a rush of shame, which was peculiar as this was hardly the first time she had cheated on him. Lost in her own thoughts again, she came to her senses to realise Jeff was bending her forwards over his knee. He surely didn’t mean to…

  ‘Thwack!’ The question was answered as Jeff’s meaty hand swatted her hard on her exposed rump and Cyn jumped. As the initial shock and sting of the impact began to fade, Cyn felt a curious warmth starting in her bottom which began to spread to her pussy and she felt herself wanting more. She didn’t have to wait for long. Jeff’s hand, which had been playfully caressing her buttocks, now came down again, even harder. “Ooooh!’’ Cyn heard herself moaning through the gag; an oddly plaintive mix of pain and longing.

  Jeff now began a steady rhythm of hard smacks, alternating between Cyn’s round arse cheeks. Cyn was moaning for more one moment and begging him to stop the next. Her lovely bottom was glowing red by the time he stopped and began to caress her soaking wet pussy.

  Cyn had tears running down her cheeks and was blubbing into her gag. Her face was as red as her butt cheeks and she felt completely humiliated but totally aroused. As soon as Jeff’s strong fingers made contact with her puffy pussy lips, she came with a shudder.

  Jeff stood up and scooped Cyn’s compliant body up in his arms as though she weighed no more than a pillow. Dropping her on to her front on the bed, he untied the makeshift gag and kissed her on the neck. “Was that your first spanking, my slut?” he asked of the confused woman.

  Being called a slut was almost as much of a shock as the first blow on her bottom and Cyn recoiled for a moment before answering. “Yes, it was actually,” she said with as much haughty dignity as she could muster.

  Jeff’s hand came back hard on her sore bum and Cyn yelped like a dog. “Yes, it was, actually, what…?” he enquired.

  Cyn was confused for a moment. “….Sir?” she added finally in a little voice.

  “That’s better, slut,” he said before lowering himself to her pussy.

  After lapping at her juices for a couple of minutes, Jeff turned his attention to her cute little rosebud. Running his tongue around the rim caused Cyn to tense her buttocks together and Jeff showed her that wasn’t acceptable with another slap. “You’re not going to tell me a woman of your age is virgin back here, are you?’’ he said.

  Cyn really was embarrassed now and began to stutter a little. “Actually yes,” she said. “I tried it once with a guy last year but it just hurt too much,” she said in a quiet voice.

  Jeff jumped straight in. “Well you won’t be trying it today”, he said with a grin. “You’ll be doing it!” He got up from the bed. “Don’t go anywhere,” he quipped, “I’ll be back in a moment.” And he headed back into the en suite, where he saw some baby oil.

  Cyn struggled with her bonds while he was gone. The idea of taking a cock in her arse was too frightening to contemplate. She pulled hard on the silk tied around her wrists but only succeeded in making it tighter.

  Jeff was back with a large bottle in his hands and settled back down beside the frantic woman. Stroking her hair and face, he murmured softly in her ear. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I won’t hurt you. If it’s too much, I’ll stop.”

  Cyn stopped complaining, now reassured. “Okay then”, she replied in a babyish voice. “Just go easy though, okay?”

  Jeff lowered his face back down to her raised rump and, stroking her pussy with one hand as he parted her still hot buttocks with the other. Licking around Cyn’s little starfish, he suddenly pushed his tongue inside, claiming a moan from his woman. He worked slowly and carefully, pouring baby oil into her crack and carefully easing first one, then two and finally a third finger in.

  Cyn was moaning openly now and climbing back up to full arousal fast. When Jeff felt the moment was right, he quickly removed his fingers and placed the head of his angry prick on her rear opening, pushing forward until the helmet popped just inside.

  Cyn had a change of heart and began to panic again, so Jeff leaned over and kissed her delicately on the cheek, careful not to move his cock. “Shhhh,” he whispered. “You have to trust me.” She quickly began to relax again and Jeff pushed slowly forward, increasing the pressure on her ring piece.

  Suddenly, with an almost audible ‘pop,’ he was through her sphincter. Cyn let out a low moan. “Ooooh!”

  Halting again a moment, Jeff caressed her soft hips and pushed one hand under Cyn’s body to slowly stroke her clitoris.

  This had the desired effect and as Cyn sighed her appreciation, Jeff took full advantage and slid up to the balls into her poop chute. The feeling was incredible for him; like sinking his cock into hot, melted butter and he relished the moment. Cyn was clearly a little uncomfortable and Jeff took his time again, so as not to spook her. “How does that feel, little one?” he asked.

  “Oh baby!” Cyn crooned. “I have never felt so full before!”

  Jeff now began to slowly stroke in and out, rubbing Cyn’s little button in time with his movements. Just like with her spanking, he could feel the conflict within the little woman beneath him. Pain and pleasure, guilt and naughtiness, haughtiness and submission. They were all coming together and there could only be one conclusion.

  As the temperature began to rise a phone suddenly started to ring and Jeff noticed a mobile on the bedside table, its display flashing. Very carefully, so as not to dislodge himself from Cyn, he reached across and read the display, ‘Harry calling.’ With a chuckle he put the phone to Cyn’s ear. “Speak to your husband,” he said playfully. “You don’t want him to think you’re up to no good, do you?”

  Cyn greeted her husband and gave the semblance of a normal conversation as Jeff started slowly thrusting again. As he upped the t
empo, she struggled to keep her tone normal and made up a story about rushing around shopping to account for her breathlessness. She maintained the pretence as long as possible and then quickly curtailed the call as she felt her control slipping from her again.

  Suddenly, Jeff felt the moment he had been waiting for as Cyn’s buttocks noticeably relaxed under him. Upping the ante, he reached forward and gripped her hard by the back of the neck, imposing his dominance like a dog with a bitch. Increasing his pace, he began thrusting hard, buggering her virgin hole without mercy.

  “Oh, my God!” Cyn completely lost her mind. Jeff was no longer rubbing her clitoris but it didn’t matter. She had leaped right back up to the pinnacle of pleasure and was about to collapse. Her little arse hole pulsed and gripped Jeff’s manhood in a way that guaranteed he wouldn’t last much longer.

  When it came, it was out of this world for both of them. Cyn saw stars behind her eyes as the room span and then her body went rigid, her ring piece clamping tightly around Jeff as she shuddered violently. It took all of his strength to force his way through her sphincter muscle and he managed only a couple more strokes before he flooded Cyn’s bowels with hot spunk.

  They lay together for a few long minutes, Jeff’s softening cock still wedged inside Cyn’s bottom, before he reached under them and wrenched Harold’s ruined tie off the lady’s wrists. “Fifty minutes, he said as he withdrew from a reluctant Cyn and headed for the shower.

  “Fifty minutes what?” asked a shell-shocked Mrs Newbold.

  “I only used fifty minutes, I’ve got six left for a shower,” he replied with a grin.

  Cyn reclined back on to her Egyptian cotton sheets.

  “I’ll leave it on the table downstairs”, Jeff shouted through the bathroom door.

  “You’ll leave what,” asked a confused Cyn.

  “The contract. Just sign by the crosses and put it in the post.”

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