I hadn't planned for that. No buyer had ever asked for a live demo, but deep down, I craved it.
Slowly, keeping my gaze locked on his, I hiked my skirt over my waist, flashing my bare ass. I wore a skimpy thong that left my cheeks totally exposed to the room.
He grabbed the leather crop from the table. As I kept pumping the toy on his cock, he brought the crop down against my skin with a firm crack. The sharp sting tore a loud moan from my lips.
"Good girl," he rasped.
Instead of feeling cheap, his dark tone cranked up my arousal. He kept whipping my bare ass to the rhythm of my pumping his thick cock. I ate up every second.
Soon, his breathing turned ragged, his cock twitching wildly inside the slick chamber. He was right on the edge. I wanted so badly to ditch the toy and swallow his thick shaft. I wanted to take his hot cum straight down my throat, but I lacked the nerve.
"Fuck! Yes!" he roared, his hips bucking forward as he blasted his load deep into the toy.
I kept milking him, holding the suction steady until he completely emptied his balls. I let the machine suck him dry before I finally killed the power, popped it off his dick, and stood on wobbly legs.
"How was it?" I asked, fighting to steady my voice.
"Good," he grunted, fixing his suit. "What about the mess?"
"It washes out fast. Just pour water inside the chamber and hit the yellow button," I explained, pointing at the controls. "Let me clean it for you."
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When I walked back out, he was fully dressed and perfectly composed.
I hurried out of the terminal and flagged a cab back to the office. Adrenaline was still surging through me. We were just blocks from work when my phone buzzed. It was my bestie.
"Where the hell are you?" she demanded, her voice tight.
"Heading back to the office now," I said, wondering why she sounded so frantic.
"The client just called," she snapped. "He said you never showed up to the VIP lounge! He called your phone twice and said you ghosted him."
I frowned, totally lost. "No, that's impossible. I just left the lounge. I met him, did the demo, and closed the sale."
"Are you kidding me? His flight took off thirty minutes ago!" she yelled. "He checked out and left empty-handed. You must have met the wrong guy."
My heart stalled, a cold sweat pricking my skin. It hadn't even been ten minutes since I left that room. "Oh my god... did I give the demo to a total stranger?"
"This is insane," Sarah groaned. "How do you screw up that bad? But wait... did you actually sell the gear?"
"Yeah," I breathed, my mind spinning. "He bought the oral toy and the kink kit. He paid in full."
I bit my lip. There was zero chance I’d confess the dirty details. I couldn't tell her I had dropped to my knees for a random stranger, stroked his massive cock with a toy, let him pull my hair, and let him whip my bare ass.
"Well, money talks," Sarah sighed, sounding relieved. "At least you scored a whale. I'll smooth things over with the real client. Catch you later." She hung up before I could speak.
I stared at my screen in shock. As mortifying as the mix-up was, I couldn't deny the filthy truth: I had loved every second.
If anything, a bitter regret gnawed at my chest. I would have enjoyed it tenfold if I had just been braver—if I had actually sucked his thick cock or let him raw-dog me right there on the leather sofa.
"Fuck! I should have pounced," I muttered, resting my head against the cool glass. I deeply regretted playing the meek salesgirl. That was my golden ticket to getting railed by a monster cock for the first time in my life.
After a stressful shift, I finally headed home. The sun was dipping low as I reached the driveway, but when I glanced at the garage, I froze.
Parked in our driveway was a sleek Lamborghini.
I stared at it, stunned. My mind raced. Mom and I didn't have rich friends, let alone wealthy relatives who could afford a supercar. Why the hell was a billionaire's ride parked at our house?
Fueled by pure curiosity, I rushed inside. I pushed the door open and stepped into the living room, only to face my worst nightmare.
Standing right there with my mother was the stranger from the lounge.
"Sweetheart, meet your new Daddy," Mom beamed, gesturing toward the very man whose cock I had just milked.
"Honey, this is Vicky, my lovely daughter."