Salespeople are sluts

The next few days on the road are the usual grind of rallies, vendor tables, and long drives. You shake hands, sell merch, pose for photos, and talk politics. You’re good at it. Respected.What most people don’t see are the offers. It started subtly lingering eye contact from certain men at events, compliments that felt a little too personal. Then it became more direct. A well-known conservative commentator at one stop pulled you aside and said quietly, “You ever fool around with guys? You’ve got that perfect look. I’d love to see what that mouth can do.”You laughed it off. “Appreciate it, but I’m happily married, man.”

The offers kept coming though. Some married guys at different events told you they were discreet. One even sent a dick pic later thick eight-incher with the message “Bet your wife doesn’t get anything like this on the road.”You deleted them all. You stayed loyal.Until Florida.You were twelve hours from home after three straight days of events. The hotel bar was quiet when she sat down beside you. Tall, feminine face, long hair, perfect makeup, and no visible breasts under her tight top.

You assumed she was a woman until the conversation turned unmistakably flirty.She introduced herself as Jamie. Confident. Smooth. Charming. Two drinks later you were in her hotel room.The second the door closed, Jamie dropped to her knees and pulled your pants down. Your cock sprang out. Jamie’s eyes lit up with delight.“Oh my god… that’s such a cute little clit-dick,” she purred. Before you could respond, she opened wide and took your entire cock and balls into her warm, wet mouth at once. The sensation was overwhelming. She sucked gently, tongue swirling around everything easily, with room to spare before her throat.You groaned loudly, hands gripping her hair. No woman had ever done that.Jamie pulled off with a wet pop, saliva dripping from her lips. “So fucking adorable. Look how small and thick it is. I can take the whole thing so easily.”

She sucked you again, faster, while stroking the thick base with two fingers. The humiliation burned hot in your chest, but it made you throb harder. You lasted less than four minutes before you exploded down her throat.After that, she stood, dropped her skirt, and revealed a massive, rock-hard nine-inch cock.

Your mouth went dry.Jamie smiled down at you. “Your turn, cutie.”

You dropped to your knees, shame and lust fighting inside you, and took her huge cock into your mouth for the first time. You sucked eagerly, gagging as she gently fucked your face.

Eventually she bent you over the bed and fucked you raw long, deep strokes that hit places your wife never could.You came again hands-free, moaning into the mattress while she bred you.Twelve hours later you were back on the road, heading home to your beautiful blonde wife and son, heavy guilt crushing your chest.You felt like a traitor. Disgusting. Weak.But that night in another hotel room, you couldn’t stop yourself.You opened your laptop and spent hours gooning. First trans porn. Then crossdresser videos. Then size comparison. Then heavy SPH. You stroked your little cock raw while watching men and trans women with huge cocks dominate smaller ones.You came multiple times, each load weaker, whispering apologies to your sleeping wife on a minimized video call.The guilt was crushing.But the cravings were now stronger than ever.