After graduating from university and changing jobs several times, I am now a 31-year-old single insurance saleswoman. Every day, I wore a super mini tight skirt and engaged in seductive sales tactics. Thanks to that, my sales are among the top five. I earn several times more than other working women of my generation. Today, I visited the car repair shop I am in charge of, bringing the latest insurance brochures. There are seven employees, including the boss. The boss is a 55-year-old man with a slightly bald head. My outfit is a suit with a slightly short skirt. I have visited this repair shop about three times, and the boss was sitting on the sofa in the reception room. I always felt the boss's gaze on my thighs from my mini skirt. Today, at the end of the month, I aimed to further improve my sales performance and wanted to secure a "contract." While explaining a bit, the boss said, "I'm a bit busy, so could you come around 7 PM?" I returned to the office and then went back. Was it an invitation for seductive sales? I got ready and visited in the evening, finding the boss organizing invoices in the office. After being shown to a private reception room and talking for about an hour, the boss said, "Enough with the explanation, it's all the same. Would you like to go for a drink instead?" I thought I shouldn't upset the boss and replied, "Yes." We chatted for a while at the counter, and after two drinks, the boss said, "If you keep me company now, I'll sign the contract. If not, you can leave while I'm in the restroom." Surprisingly, the bald boss was gentlemanly. I thought he would demand more forceful seductive sales, given his lecherous appearance. If seductive sales could secure a contract, my instincts as an insurance saleswoman were stirred. I decided to be with the boss tonight. When I returned to the office earlier, anticipating the boss's demands, I had changed into new underwear for the revisit. When the boss returned from the restroom, he smiled broadly and said, "So, you've made up your mind," and sat next to me, slipping his hand into my mini skirt. I hadn't been held by a man for a while, so when his rough hand touched my thigh, aided by the alcohol, a pleasant sensation ran through my lower body. The boss held a glass in his right hand and his left hand inside my mini skirt. We left the bar and headed to a love hotel by taxi, entering a room. As soon as we entered, the bald boss hurriedly undressed me, leaving me in just my bra, pantyhose, and panties, and slowly, slowly removed my pantyhose. "To be able to hold the body of such a beautiful young woman, it's heaven, it's heaven," he murmured, his eyes gleaming. Since I started this job as an insurance saleswoman, I've come to like being held by gleaming men. Men who unleash their desires instinctively. I almost lose my heart to such men. The boss seemed to find excitement in removing pantyhose, doing it really slowly and carefully. When he said his groin hurt, he quickly removed my white panties, pushed me onto the bed, spread my legs wide, and tried to enter me all at once. As a professional, I closed my legs and demanded a signature on the contract. Being used and discarded would be a disgrace as a professional insurance saleswoman. The boss complied with my request and hurriedly signed and stamped the contract. After that, I became a slave to the boss's desires, and the persistent, middle-aged, lecherous bald man's sex began. He sucked my nipples and licked my private parts. From the front, back, side, and diagonal, he thrust and thrust. My private parts were soaked with love juices, and I climaxed repeatedly. It was indeed intense sex with the lecherous bald boss. The boss didn't seem like a bad person, as he introduced me to two employees, and I secured contracts with them. I have sex with the boss once per contract. By effectively utilizing such seductive sales, I am improving my sales performance. Female perspective erotic experience story, original desire woman.

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