I became a car salesman after college, hoping to make enough money to pay off my student loans.

I never thought of being a car salesman as a “sexy” job — in fact, most people think we’re total scumbags — but my years working at a dealership led to some of the hottest sex of my life.

My first month on the job, I spent a good deal of time walking the lot and waiting for customers. Since I was a “green pea” — the veteran guys’ term for newbies — I was always last in line for customers, which meant I mostly stood around doing a whole lot of nothing. One afternoon, a guy pulled up in a convertible with the music blasting, his girlfriend in the passenger seat. “You’re up!” one of the vets told me, giving me a hard slap on the shoulder. I knew he was giving me these customers because it was obvious the guy was a total douche. At that point I didn’t care — I needed a sale, any sale, or I was going to have to find some other kind of work.

When I shook the guy’s hand, he averted his eyes. “She wants to test-drive something,” he said, less than enthusiastically. I looked at the petite redhead with him and tried not to stare. Her hot little body in a tight T-shirt that showed off her tits and tiny little jean shorts meant I had to actively stop myself from fantasizing and focus on making a sale. When I held open the door to the vehicle she wanted, the boyfriend waved her off dismissively and said he’d wait inside.

On the drive I learned that “Allison” had graduated from the same college as me a few years earlier. At a traffic light, I leaned across her to show her how to adjust her mirrors and my arm brushed against her boob. “Sorry, those tend to get in the way,” she said with a giggle. My embarrassment quickly changed to excitement. “I don’t mind at all,” I ventured. “But I bet your boyfriend would.”

Allison answered me by making a sharp turn and taking us into the back parking lot of a vacant store. When she stopped the car, we looked at each other and laughed nervously. Then I kissed her long and hard, and in an instant, her shirt and bra were off and I had my face in her soft D-cups.“Are you going to get in trouble?” she asked, grazing her hand across the front of my pants and feeling my cock, which was achingly hard.

“Are you?” I asked, wondering if she did this often: test-drive cars and salesmen. Allison smiled and looked at me as she leaned across the console, undid my pants, and lowered her mouth onto my cock. I worried for a second about the possibility of bodily fluids messing up the brand-new car, but then I thought, Fuck it, and enjoyed feeling her tits as she worked my cock, stroking and sucking until I came in her mouth.

Back at the dealership, she told her boyfriend she was taking the car. I’d made a sale, and that, along with Allison’s enthusiastic blowjob, was the best tension reliever I’d had in weeks.

Working on commission means long, crazy hours, and it was really no surprise that even after working ten days straight, I was stuck there on Christmas Eve. Since most of the older guys had families, I didn’t really mind it so much, except for the fact that my brilliant general manager didn’t realize that no one was car shopping on Christmas Eve. But just as I was ready to close, a car pulled up. (Some idiot will always do that: show up five minutes before closing and ask you to demo five different cars.)

When the driver walked into the showroom, I perked up. “Kylie” introduced herself with a smile and a firm handshake. She was wearing a full-length coat with a short, sparkly dress underneath, and looked like she had just come from a party. “I was thinking about getting myself a Christmas present,” she said, running her hand across a fire-engine-red sports car — the center-piece of our showroom. I told her I was surprised that a beautiful woman like her was car shopping alone on Christmas Eve. “I work all the time — haven’t been on a date in almost a year,” she said, taking off her coat to show off her perfectly toned body in her backless dress. “I make enough to buy this outright, but I have no one to enjoy it with.” I could feel her looking me up and down, and I was sure it was obvious that I was checking her out, too.

“So — ” she said, looking me right in the eye, “wanna fuck?”

Many thoughts ran through my mind in a millisecond. Like, was it really true that our security cameras were manned by live operators? And would they be working on Christmas Eve?

Before I could answer, Kylie’s hands were on my ass. I reciprocated by pulling her dress over her head, pulling down her panties, and pushing her facedown onto the hood of the car she’d been admiring. She said she was looking for something fast and rough, so I unzipped and plunged right into her bare little pussy, which made her scream out in satisfaction. If security was watching, they definitely got a show. Kylie held on to the hood of the car while I gave her pussy the punishing it deserved, slapping her ass from time to time while she squealed and squirmed on my cock.

When I felt close to coming, I instructed her to flip over. With her nipples totally erect and her cunt dripping onto the car, she was the perfect hood ornament. “I want you to come on me,” she cooed, reaching down to rub her clit. Seconds later, she said, “I’m close,” and my strokes got more frantic.

We succeeded in coming at the same time, her lying on the car and me standing over her, shooting my load across her tits, face, and belly — basically everywhere. She didn’t buy the car — I never even saw her again — but I didn’t get fired, so I really had nothing to complain about.

Not all women are impressed by cars, but the woman I’m dating now is. On one of our first dates, I took a car from the dealership, drove it to her house, and picked her up. “Veronica” was practically orgasming over the new-car smell. After dinner and drinks, I pulled into her driveway and we started to fool around. I already knew she wasn’t wearing any panties, as I’d been running my hand up her leg to her sweet spot all through dinner, but I was totally shocked when she straddled the gearshift and started to slide up and down on it. She looked amazing, flipping her hair back as her hungry pussy engulfed the entire thing, and when she moved over to sit down on top of me, I could see her juices covering it. Later, when I told her that it wasn’t my car, she was mortified, but then we both laughed. This girl loves fucking cars — and me — and we have fun test-driving anything on the lot that catches her eye.