I clock in for my last shift of the week. I’m so ready for the weekend. Hopefully, I can meet someone at the bar and get some action. A girl’s got needs. And I needs me some cock.
Affixing my name tag to my blouse, I sigh.
I step out of the employee locker room and plant a smile on my face. I get to my usual tasks of return clothes and assisting customers.
As I fold clothes as the counter I see man walk in on the phone. At first glance, I note that he’s somewhere in his 30’s-40’s but damn he looks good. Dark hair, beard scruff, and the smile on his face. Fuck I’d hit that. It’s been so long since I’ve been laid. I watch as he ends his phone call and begins to look through our formal wear. Picking out a white button up, blue tie, and gray pants. Hmm I wonder, what event are you attending…
You approach the front counter and ask to be let into a dressing room. I grab the key, and tell you to follow me. Putting a little more sway into my hips than normal. I unlock the dressing room and let you know to holler if you need any help. You smile politely as you walk past into the dressing room.
Returning to my duties, I help a few customers and notice I haven’t seen or heard you in a while. I walk to the dressing room as call out, “Sir, is everything alright? Can I help you with anything.” You sigh and say,” these pants aren’t quite right. They fit my waist but the length isn’t right.” “Well, sir I can take your measurements and our tailor hem the pants. Or I can find you a different pair.”
After a moment of silence you say,” okay.” I grab a tape measure from the counter and open the door as you unlock it. I ask you to follow me to our curtained fitting area, because it provides privacy and is a little more spacious than the dressing room. You grab your belongings and other items and follow. I open the curtain and you pass, your arm brushing my breasts causing my nipples to harden through my blouse. Pulling the curtain clothes behind me, I ask you stand with your arms out. I stand in front of you and measure your waist. Being this close I can faintly smell your cologne. It’s intoxicating. As I step away and write down your measurement. I start a conversation, “what event are you shopping for?”
“A wedding.”
“Yours?”
“No”, you laugh, ” I’m recently divorced.
“Should I be offering congratulations or condolences?
You sigh, “Both. Congrats for me, but condolences for my kids. This has been hard for them.”
I ask you to take off your pants. Your eyes with surprise. I smirk and say ,”I need to measure your inseam and these don’t fit correctly.” You laugh and say, “Oh okay.”
As you unbutton and remove the pants, I can help but anticipate seeing and being near your package. As you step out of the pants. I lick my lips at the sight of your thick muscular thighs. Kneeling before your, I say this may feeling a little personal, but I’ll be quick. I take the tape measure and place it against your inner thigh. My fingers briefly graze the boxer brief covered bulge that is clearly your cock. I hear you suck in air. And I smile. Moving to the outside to measure you from hip to ankle. I hold the tape at your hip and slowly slide my hand down your leg, straightening out the tape measure until I reach your ankle.
I watch as your cock hardens and tents in your underwear. I slowly stand up and write down the rest of your measurements. Tearing off the measurement sheet, I walk back to you and hand it over. “The tailoring department can adjust the pants for your measurements and you should be able to pick the up tomorrow.”
“Is there anything else I can help you with, Sir?” I look you in the eyes as I cup my hand around your large stiff cock. You nod your head slightly as I drop to my knees and pull down your boxer-briefs. “Fuuuuck”, you say as I wrap my fingers around it. Spying a drop of precum, I swirl my tongue around the head. Your hand grabs onto my ponytail, steadying yourself. I lift up your cock and lick underneath from the base to the tip. Your soft moans, encourage me to wrap my lips around your head and take you into my mouth. Slowly I bob my head back and forth as I massage your balls with my other hand.
Taking as much of your cock into my mouth as I can I look up at you. You break eye contact as you close your eyes and let your head fall back.
I take your cock out of my mouth and stroke your dick with my hand. I begin slowly taking your cock until it hits the back of my throat. But I want more. I want to feel you come undone. I breathe through my nose and working on swallowing the head. You mumbling something that sounds like, “holy shit”.
I grip my hands on the back of your thighs and pull you close, and pull you back. You touch my cheek and ask if I’m sure. I nod to the best of my ability. You roughly grab my ponytail and start fucking my face. I double tap your thigh when my lungs start burn. You pull out and I gasp for air. Then you quickly guide your cock back down my throat. As your thrusting gets faster, I find myself with a face full of pubes and balls against my chin. As my throat begins to flex to remove this obstruction. You hold me there. Suffocating me with your cock. I tap again and say, “Hold on”. Then you pull out. Ropes of saliva connect your cock you my lips. You raise face to your gaze. “Just a little bit more, until I cum down your throat.” Still catching my breath I nod and open my mouth. You resume using my throat as a cock sleeve. I reach one hand up and massage your balls. Collecting saliva on my finger tips. I slide my hand back until I reach your asshole. I gently massage my finger around the rim. I can tell you enjoy it as you start fucking my throat faster. With no warning you you make me deep throat you again to the hilt. And grunt as I feel your clock pulsing my mouth and you begin shooting your hot cum down my throat.After what feels like an eternity, you pull out I slump over trying to breathe again. As your about say something to me, I hear a coworker calling my name from the otherside of the curtain.
“Hey, are you done with your tailoring measurements. We need you to clean out the dressing rooms.” “I’m on it, I yell as I hastily try to fix my appearance in the mirror.” Luckily my deep brown skin won’t be red abd blotchy. But my ponytail is definitely fucked up.
I turn to you and smile. “Thanks for the snack. And come back and see me if you need any more help.”
Excellent story!