Holly’s Sales Training Ch. 05

Oh my, guys! Sorry about the mistake! You know my attention to detail when I get overzealous! It's a love-hate affair! Not gonna happen again! From now on, I'll stay focused, no matter how much my pussy throbs. Promise!

Nywy, it seems like all my Holligans slid into my DMs to make a ton of suggestions. Thanx for that, my fashion fam! But frankly, the training would take a week with all the exercises you suggested. No can do!

Speaking of exercises, let's get back to details. Remember, I was bent over the fender with the empty bottle in my hand. Without hesitation, I reached back and placed the tip of the bottle on my tailbone. From there, I slowly pushed it down. Entering my butt crack, the bottleneck split my juicy buns apart. The glass was cold and made me gasp. When it touched my warm skin, goosebumps formed on my bodacious butt. No cap!

OFC, the sight of my yummy buns slowly spreading was spectacular. Accordingly, the pervy pledge blew an appreciative whistle that boosted my morale. It spurred me on to slip the full length of the neck between my bubble buns. Getting real creative, I used the bottle like a stripper pole. Moving my hefty humps up and down, I started twerking until my butt bounced wildly. #StripteaseAlert

N2S, I didn't stop until I had coaxed a few more appreciative whistles from the dudebro. As it turned out, he was a tough nut to crack, bc he was still chilling on the sunbed! By comparison, I was already stimulated to the max! Pushing the bottle down, I pressed the tip against my meaty mound and used the neck to part my glistening slit. As a result, my pussylips opened up. As my beef curtains spilt out, my pussy flesh got revealed. Using two fingers, I spread my labia apart to keep my pink bits visible. Meanwhile, I pushed the tip of the bottle against my clit. The pressure on my love button felt lit! Sensations exploded in my loins and spread out to every cell in my body. Holding my coochie open, I did a bump and grind. My booty shake was epic! #SpreadJoy

I was going places! In truth, I could have climaxed on the spot. But I knew better than to let myself go like that. After all, we weren't alone in the house. There was a constant danger looming over us, bc my mom could walk into the garage any sec. Truth be told, it had a huge effect on me! You could say it literally felt like pouring gasoline on the fire burning in my loins. The sitch was absurd! But the thrill was next level! #ThrillSeeker

B4 I knew it, I became frantic, pumping my pussy with the bottleneck. My body responded by twitching like an electric eel. Granted, I went a bit overboard, thrusting so hard that my chest (aka my t!tter tots, thank you for the reminder Dicktator69) scraped across the dusty car paint. But I didn't stop, bc I was low-key obsessed about slaying the exercise and putting on a hot show. In fact, I was so caught up in the moment that I completely forgot about my surroundings. #Overachiever

And then it hit me! All of a sudden, the buff bozo stood next to me. He had finished his beer and was ready to crank it up. Not a sec too soon! As it turned out, he had kept the empty bottle in hand. In fact, he had a clear idea of what he wanted to do with it. While I kept banging my pussy with the glass neck, he placed the second bottle at my tight sphincter.

OMG! The feeling when I realized what the freshman was up to. My jaw dropped and my eyes gaped wide. Holy moly! He was about to double plug me! I so hadn't expected that, and I so wasn't looking forward to it, either. Bet!

OMFG! I let out a sharp hiss when the bottleneck popped right through my butthole. This was savage! I felt so crammed that I was low-key afraid I'd burst at the seams. This was intense! #DoubleTrouble

Yeah, yeah, I know what you're gonna say, guys. It's just the bottlenecks, try the bottoms next. You dirty pigs! Soz to say, but I have to decline. Thanks, but no thanks! #BucketList

NTL, the sitch was a total thrill ride! While the mom threat was still looming, my excitement grew continuously. It was unstoppable until it slowly smothered the discomfort. I wanted more and I wanted it hard! I guess that's another development in my personal journey. Ever since I met the patriarch, I prefer the straightforward approach. It's so much more satisfying than the usual pussyfooting. You could say I no longer have the nerve to beat around the bush. I want it straight in the bush! Deadass! #HesitationWillGetYouNowhere

OK, guys! I digress! Back to my plump peach and hefty humps. As I said, my vajayjay and Hershey highway were gradually getting used to the stretching (thanx for the wording, Dicktator69, ugh). The more I relaxed, the more the pleasure came to the fore. This was lit! The best part about it? My drill instructor was dealing a bunch of sharp smacks to my delicious derriere, adding another stimulation. As a result, I began to gyrate my hips as if my hefty humps were begging for a spanking. So wild!

IAC, it encouraged the pervy pledge to switch into the next gear. Grabbing the bottles, he started pounding them in and out of my holes. In awesome alternation, he pushed one neck in and the other out. You could say, he poked my pipes on a rotating basis! In response, I began to groan like a horny hussy! After handing the swole schmuck the reins, I had completely given up control. The feeling of helplessness pushed me deeper into subspace, driving my lust to new heights. #RotationalMolding

And then, the buff bozo unleashed the hypebeast! With mischievous glee, he thrust the whole bottleneck up my soaked snatch. So insane! But not the end of the line. A moment later, he did the same with the bottle in my rectum. Two glass necks filling me simultaneously! This was madness! I had never been so stuffed!

BION, but I legit surprised myself with my next move. My feet shot up in the air while my chest (and bumpy bits, I know) jolted up from the hood. As I held my extremities stretched out, my midriff was the only body part that remained draped over the fender! Can you imagine that? I literally did a plank on the engine cover! I can't even with the absurdity! #PlankPrank

NGL, I didn't dare to move! Instead, I kept my body stiff and my holes accessible while the fricking freshman moved both bottles in unison. Oh jeez! This was too much! I squealed and lost my balance. This was unreal! I actually slid off the hood! The moment my hands and knees touched the ground, I edged hella hard. The combo of humiliation and aggression had me on the verge of climax. So sick! #CloseButNoCigar

And with that, it was over! For some reason, my drill instructor was content with his handywork and ended the exercise. Dang it! I had never been more disappointed that a class was over! I so badly wanted to keep the school in session. At least, until the dudebro had filled in all the gaps. But no luck there! The fratboy walked away and plunked back down on the plastic sunbed. Treating himself to another beer, he left me high and dry. #SulkingCat

BTW, the two beer bottles remained implanted up my tight tubes. The feeling when my pussy and sphincter started cramping in unison. It was twice as intense! As a result, I lost all control over my body! As my muscles spasmed around the stiff intruders, I rolled on the floor and groaned heavily. Quite frankly, I edged so many times that I ended up feeling low-key dazed and dizzy. This was insane! #RepeatOffender

And then the context came into play! The whole thing was taking longer than expected, so my mom became sus. I heard her call out to me in concern! Oh jeez! I had to do something b4 she started looking for me. I mosdef didn't want her to witness this scene. Does anyone else want to imagine how their parents would react to something like this? Thought so! That's why I pulled myself up onto my feet, even though my knees still buckled. #TiredOfBeingTired

"Yo, b!tch! Whateva you plannin' on doin', I'm the only one to unplug those f**king slutholes. Gettit, camel-hoe?" My trainer quickly reminded me from the sunbed.

Ohmigawd! Don't you dare! Looking over to the buff bozo, I wanted to give him the icy stare! But I didn't! Does anyone else know the reproving look you give children when you can't be mad at them? It's more of an appeal, isn't it? And that's exactly how my stare turned out. A hundo p! To make matters worse, my gaze was returned by a mocking shrug from the freaking freshman. This was so absurd that it made me groan in exasperation. As if the drill instructor would change his behavior for a stupid subslut. Despite his age, his macho game was already on fleek!

AYC, I was resigned to the sitch. So, I turned towards the door. But I only managed a few steps. Then I fell to my knees. Big problem! I couldn't walk with my legs straddled and my holes filled. At the quick, I only knew one solution. As per ushe, the easiest way is the best way, right? So, I figured I'd crawl the rest of the way since I was already on my knees. Small problem? The garage floor hadn't seen a broom in ages. That's a yikes!

Gritting my teeth, I stuck it out, even though the dirt on my hands and knees gave me the creeps. When I finally reached the door, I grabbed the knob to pull myself up bc my legs were still wobbly. Back on my feet, I opened the door and stuck my head into the kitchen. No way, I was going anywhere near my mother in this slutty outfit. Forget about it! #DustyPink

"Mom? Mom?!?" I yelled loud enough for her to hear me in the living room.

"There's so much stuff in the garage." I exclaimed in a rising voice. "You've been hoarding all this junk, it's a total mess. Bet!"

"Now... that I'm tidying up the place..." I started drawing out the syllables.

"I decided... to start... with the garage." I barely managed to finish my sentence.

Holy shoot! You won't believe it, bc you didn't hear it! But with the final words, my voice literally turned into a lawn mower. And the shock went right through me! As a result, my heart sank to my boots and my legs turned to jelly. #ShookAF

YMMV, but I wasn't trying to provoke my mom. Quite the opposite! But I wasn't master in my own house (or rather bottom b!tch of my own brothel, thank you for the choice of words, Dicktator69). Instead, the inevitable had come to pass. My drill instructor had snuck up on me and pulled a total douche move. It negated any attempt to lull and appease my mom bc it completely counteracted my efforts. Sure enough, these weird noises made my mother even more alert. This was ratchet! #SoundOfSilence

ICYMI, the fratboy had grabbed one of the bottles and pulled on it. With a twisting motion, he literally uncorked my booty. Sweet geez! Despite my guttural grunts, I was high-key happy that he had chosen the butt plug. To prove me right, the buff bozo promptly started pumping the other bottle in and out of my pussy. Within a heartbeat, I was on the verge of climaxing again! This was savage! Call me freaky, but I legit basked in the rudeness. No cap! #BluntIsBeautiful

B4 I closed my eyes, I saw my mom turning the corner and walking into the kitchen. The horror! This couldn't be happening! Not now! Not ever!

With the last of my strength, I slammed the door shut. Just in time! A sec later, I sank back to my knees. The feeling when I failed to support myself with my hands on the floor. As a result, my face (and boobs) landed on the dusty floor while my butt stuck up in the air. All the while, my booty was shaking real wild and my arms were flailing hella hard. It completely distracted me! So, I barely noticed that I was still kneeling in front of the door. Right in the danger zone! #FreakFlag

"Hey Holly Pie? Everything OK in there?" My mom knocked on the door, using her nickname from my childhood days.

Oh yay! Oh ew! Good to know that my mom was genuinely concerned about me. But it was the worst possible moment for that. In fact, the irony wasn't lost on me. On one side of the door stood the elder woman, worried about her daughter's well-being. On the other side knelt said daughter, enjoying her pussy workout and biting her lips to keep from screaming with delight. #ShoutForJoy

"Yes, mom! Fine!" I sooner moaned than said.

Oh wow! I had never sounded more convincing... said no one ever! OFC, my mom heard it too, which is why she tried to open the door.

And that's when all the alarm bells went off! Until then, my drill instructor hadn't seen a reason to stop the bottle banging. But as soon as he heard the doorknob, he pulled the bottle out of my wet vag. Once again, I gasped from the abrupt extraction (and the gush of cold air up my pussyhole, ftfy). This was intense! But it also got me going. Real quick, I gathered my strength and jumped to my feet. #QuickCat

Does anyone know the saying 'don't let the door hit you on the way out'? I have literally experienced it now. When the door opened, I was still in the process of straightening up, so I was in a bent over posture with my bottom stuck out. Accordingly, the door clashed with my rump and the impact made me stumble forward. #HomeAccidents

And I oop! The clash of wood on skin was horrible! It made me fall awkwardly to my knees. So clumsy! The embarrassment was real! But my feels didn't matter for the moment. My mom was about to enter any sec. She was gonna find out everything. This would be game over! And I couldn't let that happen! Not after putting so much effort into this whole training thing! #HideAndSeek

Half falling and half crawling, I scrambled around. My panic escalated when I heard the door swing open all the way. Oh no! Oh no, no, no! At the last moment, I threw myself behind the trunk of the car. Graceful is different, but OK!

A sec later, my mom stood in the doorway and repeated her question. In response, I hastily popped up from behind the car b4 she entered the garage and started looking for me. As I lifted my head above the trunk, I was still fidgeting with my sweatsuit, trying desperately to pull it back over my bare skin. So vigilant! #BetterSafeThanSorry

"Yeah, mom! I'm fine!" I quickly reassured her. "There's so much old stuff flying around in here. It's a bit overwhelming."

"I started with dad's old tools, see?" I came up with a plan on the spot. "Let's face it, we'll never gonna use them. Bet! This one doesn't even work anymore."

Holy cow! I had grabbed the first tool near me and held it up. No doubt it was a silly plan, but it was the best I could do on such short notice. Accordingly, I held my breath as I waited for my mom's reaction. She frowned! She kept thinking! God dang! She opened her mouth. She was about to object! Sweet geez! I was about to have a heart attack! No cap!

Ohmigosh! It could happen at any moment now! Any sec, my mom would enter the garage. She'd see me in my disheveled state. She'd make a fuss and kick out Dicktator69. That would mean the end of the training and finish my job reintegration b4 it had even started. What an epic fail!

But then Mr. von Stein called from the living room! My goodness! He asked some bs question, distracting my mom! The feeling when I saw my mother turn around. She was all too eager to get back to the old codger. This was cringe! And yet, it was the best thing that could have happen to me at that moment. So twisted!

No matter what, I held my breath until my mother had closed the door. Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief. This had been close! Too close for comfort, in fact! Still, the visual of my mom catching me banging some freshman fratboy flashed through my mind. Big yikes! Not a scenario I needed to experience, like ever. Bet! #FamilyLife

But wait! What about that fratster! Where was he? Looking around, I noticed that the pervy pledge had stayed out of view by stepping into a blind spot. With my mom gone, he sauntered over to an old weight bench that my dad had left there. It hadn't been used in ages, making it look worse for wear. Either way, I didn't need a special invitation. Not at all!

But wait again! First things first! Like a good subbie, I released my big butt and b-cup boobies out into the open b4 joining the youngster at the bench. On my way there, I automatically adopted the sexy walk I'd practiced in the Vonderstore. What a testament to how far I've come in my development! #PracticeMakesPerfect

YMMV, but I decided to play it save. Reaching the buff bozo, I sank to my knees and pulled his pants down so his 'bro-ner' plopped out (thanx, Dicktator69, ugh). His prick was stiff and straining already. See, my Holligans! No worries! As a skilled slut, I'd make quick work of it. A hundo p! #iykyk

With that goal in mind, I grasped the shaft. Sadly, the dick wasn't as thick as Matt or as big as Mr. von Stein. But at least, it had a nice shape to make up for it. Putting my fist around the shaft, I started jerking his prick with a twisting motion. Leaning forward, I stuck my tongue out and let it swirl around his purple helmet. After a while, I slid my luscious lips over his glans and sucked on it hella fierce. Keeping up the suction, I slid my lips down his shaft until I felt the tip of his dick touch the entrance to my throat (remember, I haven't overcome my gag reflex yet and some never do). #KnockingOnHeavensDoor

CMIIW, but I had cooked up an awesome alternative as compensation. That's why I increased the tempo until my head bopped up and down the young prick. Every time the bulge of his glans touched my lips, I sucked extra hard. And then I abruptly let his dick plop out of my mouth. It caused a popping sound that was as loud as it was nasty (fyi, it sounds like the pringles pop). It was defo loud enough to alert my mom. But I didn't care bc it added an extra thrill! #DangerDays

Dead right! The dudebro's groans were more than a recognition of my dope work. After all, I was doing the most here! Accordingly, the fratboy let me go on for quite a while. Obs, he enjoyed the hell out of my sucking and humming. But eventually, he wrapped his hand around my jet-black hair. Applying the trademark Vondergrip to my long hair, he pulled my head up. Making me look at him, the pervy pledge pushed himself into a sitting position. #Initiative

"Damn, b!tch! You avoidin' the hard work! You tryin' to go the easy route or somethin'?" He addressed me with a tone that was once again surprisingly sharp for a freaking freshman.

"Real talk, chica! You got a choice to make!" He told me point-blank.

"You can act like a lazy-ass b!tch, but nobody needs that sh!t. For sure, you ain't gonna pass the training like that!" He enlightened me. "Or you can be the subslut the big bossman can use!"

"Geez! Why don't you put up posters all over the neighborhood?" I clapped back without thinking for a sec. "You wanna stab me in the back with that subtle knife?"

Holy snap! That was uncalled for! I had been so pleased with my efforts that his accusation hit different. My feels when the swole schmuck completely ignored my sarcasm. It only triggered me harder! If I had been salty b4, I became real angry now. My face when he took my words literally. My eyes snapped open, and my mouth gaped wide.

"Yo, b!tch! I'm gonna stab those f**kholes one way or the other! No matter if you're a lazy b!tch or greedy gash!" The fratboy cussed me out as I was rendered speechless.

FOH! I stared at the fricking freshman in total disbelief. However, my dismay didn't stem from his words but from his actions. He had slapped my face! He had actually smacked both my cheeks. This was outrageous!

And then I experienced something completely new! My emotions fluctuated quicker than the stock market. After the first slap, I wanted the pretentious pledge to catch these hands (aka slap that cocky smirk off his face). But with the second slap, my anger turned into the exact opposite. I felt more submissive than ever! As a result, I felt sorry for my outburst b4 I had even raised my hand. This was unhinged! #HighlyVolatile