Holly’s Sales Training Ch. 03

With his grip on my black hair, the seasoned exec began to push my head back and forth. He practically pumped my face up and down on his dick. It made me twitch and jerk, but that didn't bother the dirty ole dude at all. The more I struggled, the harder he pumped. To be frank, he was real rough and hella relentless! He practically used my mouth to jerk himself off. This was hectic! #PistonHeads

ICYMI, the struggle was too big! As a result, I couldn't keep my hands on his thighs. But I still didn't flail about or thrash around. As if! My obedience wouldn't let me do it! Instead, I reached behind him and put my hands on his butt. That gave the patriarch even more leverage to bang my face. Weird flex, but OK! In response, I clung to his butt while I let him use my face any way he wanted. My submission was legit!

YMMV, but the big boss wasn't interested in my feels! Not a bit! Instead, it was all about him and his pleasure. No cap! Do you know these fleshlight masturbators? It's a device that looks like a sleeve and imitates a sexhole (aka mouth, pussy, or butthole). Slipping it over your dick, you jerk off with it. And that's exactly how the sleazy scumbag used my head! It sounds unreal, but the old sack didn't move a bit. Instead, he slipped my mouth over his stick and pumped my head back and forth to get himself off. Swearsies, I was just a cocksleeve for him! The objectification was real! #SexToyLife

At first, Mr. von Swine enjoyed the feeling of my soft lips sliding over his shaft. But then he began to diversify (so modern again). However, he kept it completely random! Short and fast or deep and slow! There was no rhyme or rhythm to it. A hundo p! The lack of consistency didn't give me a chance to adjust. As a result, the struggle was next level! Accordingly, my eyes watered and my body twitched harder than ever. Oh, ofc, I was also gagging savage asl and coughing fierce af. No doubt!

The feeling when the old codger added another variable. I was actually relieved when he pulled his dick from my mouth. But then I cringed! It caused a nasty stringer (aka a thick ribbon of drool connecting his glans to my mouth). The slobbery drool hung in the air b4 breaking off and dripping down. So gross! But at this point, my b-cup boobs came in real handy. A pair of big tiddies would have gotten in the way, so the spit would have dripped onto the rack and stained the uniform. This must not happen to me! Never! Fortunately, it couldn't happen with me. Phew! In fact, the spittle dripped between my spread legs and landed on the floor. Remember that old pop song? No meat mountains needed! #WheneverWherever

Of course, I was glad for the short break. Panting hard, I tried to catch my breath, bc the effort was huge. Nevertheless, I reacted asap when I felt pressure at the back of my head. Opening my mouth, I dutifully stuck my tongue out. My obedience was next level!

And then I froze! What a stunner! It legit shocked my system! But my stupor was meaningless, bc the patriarch was completely oblivious to my reaction. He simply kept pumping away. I still can't with this blunt boomer!

Oh, you wanna know why I was shook? It was from a noise I had heard. Someone had approached the cash register. Mr. von Swine must have reopened the store b4 he came over to the checkout counter. This was insane!

Ohmigawd! There were customers in the store! And now, they were at the cash point. This was unhinged! Panic welled up inside me. I actually wished the ground would open up and swallow me. What if I got discovered! The shame would be boundless! #NoLimitsLife

Holy smokes! My nervousness was at an all-time high. As a result, I could barely stay in position. But then the big boss reacted. Finally! Not a sec too soon! With a jerk, he pulled me off his boner. Dragging me around on my hair, he shoved my back against the counter. So glad! In this position, I was better protected from the looks. But stop! The sleazy scumbag stepped up to the counter. More precisely, he stepped right in front of me. As a result, I ended up wedged between his body and the check stand. No chance to escape! This was wild!

Holy snap! Mr. von Swine began to collect the money from the customers. To open the register, he took another step forward. So, the inevitable happened! There was no stopping it! Does anyone know how it feels to be standing on the highway with cars approaching at full speed? Yup, just like that! The old boner came at me with no chance to avoid it. The feeling when I noticed that my mouth was still open. I can't even with my sense of duty!

And with that, my face was stuffed again. Unbelievable but true! The sleazy scumbag jammed his dick in my mouth as if no one was around. But wait! The dynamic had changed. No more tugging on my hair and using my head as a fleshlight! Instead, he began to pound my face fierce af. This was savage! #HoledAF

Ohmigosh! What a development! I should have been glad that I wasn't getting used as a cocksleeve anymore, right? But I wasn't! Instead, it felt like I had been relegated from major league sucker to minor league gloryhole. My face had become an immobile object. A warm, wet hole to poke! Instead of a cocksleeve, I was a cocksocket now. That's a yikes! The humiliation was legit! #RelegationBattle

LMTY, the back of my head was firmly placed against the counter, so I had nowhere to go. As a result, the old-ass owner was able to pound my face deeper and harder than ever. Needless to say, he made full use of it. With each thrust, he penetrated my mouth deeper until he hit my uvula. Eventually, he began to slide into my throat. My kryptonite! Ugh!

Trick question! Do you know those vintage doorbells? When the door opens, they get banged and start ringing! It's a dope metaphor for throating. Every time the old boner hit my uvula, it triggered my gag reflex and I choked massively. You got that right, my Holligans! I was gagging hella hard and extra noisy! In fact, it was so loud that it was unmistakable. It had to alert the customers. The panic was real! #RingMyBell

ATM, Mr. von Swine began to talk to the ppl. All casually, ofc! Still, it drowned out my gagging. Thank God! It defo kept me from being discovered!, the sitch was hella humiliating. The old-ass owner was chatting with the customers about anything and everything. As if it was the most normal thing in the world! Meanwhile, he kept banging my tonsils nonstop! Hard to believe, but the squatting slut seemed to be a minor matter for him, literally like a pretty accessory. Just a cocksocket he poked on the side. The degradation was epic!

But then the customers left. Finally! Thank heavens! In all honesty, I would have taken a deep breath, but the dick was still stuffing my mouth. Instead of chilling, the patriarch started drilling. Increasing the intensity, he began to pound my throat in earnest. As a result, the gags came thick and fast! Along with it, my body quacked fierce and furious. As a result, I found it hard to keep myself on my feet (or rather, on my platform heels). #NutflixAndChill

YMAK, Mr. von Swine began to twitch shortly after. He was gonna cum! Just b4 the first shot, the old sack pushed his dick out until only the glans remained between my lips. Then his balls boiled over. Let me tell you, his first squirt was huge! No cap! There was so much sticky cream that I spluttered. In fact, I could hardly swallow all the sperm. But that wasn't the end of it. Several more cumshots followed in quick succession. In the end, there was so much semen in my mouth that my tongue was drowning in man sauce. This was hectic! #PraiseTheLoad

And then I didn't get time to swallow my creamy gift! Instead, I felt a tug on my long, black hair. The staunch patriarch pulled me up. This couldn't be true! No way! I so didn't want to follow his lead, but suddenly I found myself standing upright at the checkout. In response, my glower was furious af. My blue eyes sent electric shockwaves to the old codger, but he just grinned back. So unreal!

Real, however, was the old man's next move. He grabbed my shoulders and turned me around. Out of the blue, I looked into the store. What I saw gave me the creeps! There were other customers present! No kidding! So far, no one had seen me. But that was more luck than sense! Accordingly, I hit the panic button! #CustomerFocus

And then it got worse! I quacked in my boots when a couple came straight at me. I wanted to run and hide, but I couldn't. Instead, Mr. von Swine pushed me to the front of the checkout, so I knew what I had to do. I should cash them! A hundo p! No way! He couldn't be serious! This ain't it, chief!

NGL, I got into a tizzy and for good reason. After all, I didn't have time to check my uniform. Did I have stains on my top or drool on my chin? I didn't know! Frankly, I had enough to do with swallowing the cumload b4 the couple stood in front of me. This was unhinged! #Dressed4Success

YMMV, but my hands were shaking with nervousness as the two customers placed their goods on the counter. I tried to act as normal as possible, but that was easier said than done. No cap! In reality, I was hysterical! Frankly, I was pretty sure that I still had some sperm in my mouth. There had been too much to swallow it all! No way around it!

Like a scaredy cat, I watched the customers' every little movement. But they showed nothing out of the ordinary. That only made it worse! It left me hanging in the air bc I was none the wiser! Had they noticed something and covered it up? Had I been lucky and gotten away with it? I had no way of knowing! As a result, I felt like a total slut! So weird! #IgnoranceIsNotBliss

FFS! I felt hella tired when the couple finally left the store. As if I had run a marathon! Unfortunately, my exhaustion was mental only. By contrast, my excitement was still sky-high. Simply put, I was hornier than ever! My thirst for sperm had been satisfied (albeit in the most humiliating way possible). But I hadn't experienced any sexual relief. My carnal desire was at a max! Bet!

So, what do you think, my fashion fam? Did the customers notice or did I get lucky? Let me know.

---How to design a store window display to captivate shoppers---

*KinkyPerv: So... I'm new to this blog and... well, I think you are doing fine Holly! Good thing you did there behind the counter: acting like a good girl! No drama, no anger... just doing what you are supposed to do: swallowing ALL of the cum! You did so well, nobody noticed your mouth full! Such a good bitch you are!

Yasss, Kink! It's always nice to be praised! Especially, when you're still a learner! So, thank you very much! You really think that no one noticed that little escapade? That's good to know and legit reassures me. Mr. von Stein actually thinks so too, bc he wasn't done yet. He went one better instead. Probs, he wasn't sure if he got his message across and wanted to hammer it home. Whatevs! He had another task for me.

"See? That wasn't so hard, was it?" The seasoned exec told me with a sardonic smile. "Looks like you're finally learning your place. But damn! It's frustratingly slow."

"But hey! You're the looks, not the brains." He switched it up. "Everybody knows mental overload's a thing. You can't overcharge dumb sluts, right?"

FFS! What a swerve! Just when I had pleased him so nicely, he got me back in a tizzy. The way, he kept changing between good and evil had me completely confused. I never knew where I stood with him, so I always had to be on my guard. The conflict was real! #EmotionalRollercoaster

"Matt's your direct supervisor." The old-ass owner reminded me. "I know he's never gonna be a sales champion. But that's okay. You still need to treat him with the dignity that comes with his status. I can't have employees undermining the hierarchy."

GFY! There was the nepotism again! Mr. von Stein knew about his son's shortcomings, overlooking them for the greater good of the family. As a result, the bastard son could do no wrong. He could fail and fail again, but it would be swept under the rug. A hundo p! By contrast, us salesgirls were punished asap for every little slip-up! So unfair! I can't even with this family business!

CMIIW, but I had to accept the sitch as a given. So, I couldn't do much else but nod in agreement. I wouldn't apologize, but I could agree to work on my temper, not just at work but in every aspect of life. Frankly, his advice sounded kinda fatherly, which low-key deserved my respect. #MentoringMatters

"Now, keep that top cropped n those pants up your crack." The old codger ordered. "You're gonna go n redress the display dummies."

WTF? Come again? I was gonna do what? I must have misheard! He couldn't be serious! He had almost exposed me to the customers, and he wasn't done yet. For sure, he was playing with my emotions today!

"Put that glowing ass into the store window for all to see! That'll teach you, cheeky c**nt!" He determined. "Let everyone know what happens to bratty b!tches."

OMG! My eyes popped out of my head and my mouth gaped open when I looked at the seasoned exec. I was ready to throw a temper tantrum! But my dramatic expression was enough to make the head of the Vonderfam raise his eyebrow. That was enough to give me pause! But not enough to make me submit. Not so quick! He wanted a bratty b!tch, he could have it! Bet! #MoodSwings

ICYMI, I stared at the old sack with an icy scowl, but he stared back with his deep, dark pits that sucked me in. I resisted! I remained brave! But eventually, my gaze turned into a deep blue plea. It didn't work! The dirty ole dude wouldn't let up until I bowed my head. That's when he told me he was dead serious. I sus, he legit wanted the message to hit home and it was working!

"Everybody knows you're turned-on like s**t, you fake fashion floozy!" The filthy swine leant forward and whispered into my ear. "Your fat cameltoe's bigger than ever. You're soaking those f**king hotpants."

OMFG! I gasped when I realized that he was right. My butt was still burning fierce af. That's why I hadn't noticed how much my vajayjay was dripping. To my horror, I saw a wet spot forming on the front of my booty shorts. Even though it was clear to see, I tried my best to block it out. But it wasn't working! Ugh! #PlausibleDeniability

FWIW, the next hour seemed to last an eternity while I redressed the display dummies in the store windows. I tried not to pay attention to what was going on outside the shop. I legit tried to block out the ppl walking by the Vonderstore. Even though I didn't keep count, there were at least a dozen different persons who stopped to take a closer look. The embarrassment was epic!

TBH, there were only two reactions. Ppl either shook their heads or cracked some dirty jokes. You can guess twice which reaction was more common among the men. Ugh! Hard to believe, but there was one male shopper who had the gall to knock on the window and ask for my number. I can't even with the male species! #MallStar

OK! That's it, my Holligans! I'm sure you had lots of lols and rofls while reading the newest 'Très Chic Tale'. For some weird reason, I feel like I want to hear about it. So, shoot me your comments and give me your opinion.

---How to control your temper before it controls you---

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