The Young Salesman

[The Preacher]

I licked the brim of her mouth, before kissing her lustfully. She grasped my cock harder as our tounges intertwined. Slowly I pulled her hands away from my cock, and as we kissed, I began to pull her into the changeroom. However, as I undid my tie, her hands went back to my cock, grasping, fondling, reaching as I continued back into the changeroom, never breaking the kiss.

 

[Coral~flame]

pulling him down to meet her she smiles as he teases her lips. Her own tongue running along his full bottom lip. She nibbles on it, hungrily sucking his lip into her mouth. Her hands continue to explore him, rubbing against his growing cock, wanting to feel the smooth bare skin on her hands. She moans against his mouth as she feels him pulling her into the fitting room.

 

[The Preacher]

She slid my zipper down, and tickled my cock through my boxers, with her blood red fingernails. I buried my head in her glowing red hair, breathed in her perfume, and began to slip my hand down her back. I undid her bra, and her breasts were let free. As her black bra slid out under her shirt, I undid her top button, as she did likewise on my shirt. I paused a moment as I stared down at her deep cleavage.

 

[The Preacher]

OOC : I received a PM from Coral saying she couldn't continue, so, this is on her behalf.

IC : As I stared at her, she became flushed, and said desperately "I-I-I have to go." She ran out, while I sat on a chair nearby, did up my pants and held my head in my hands, thinking how close I was to getting fired. I vowed never to repeat this performance. Just then, the bell on the door began to chime melodically, and I looked up.

 

[SexyChele]

Clarissa Cavanaugh

Clarissa pulled up in the parking lot of the men's store and turned off the huge Mercedes. She flipped down the vanity mirror to make certain all was as it should be. Her blonde hair was neatly put up into a French twist, her green eyes perfectly highlighted, her cheekbones high and rather exotic looking. She pulled her compact from her purse, and lightly dusted her nose, then touched up her lipstick.

She stepped from the car, and casually set the alarm. Her heels struck the pavement in a rapid staccato. Her designer skirt came to just above the knee and her silk blouse clung to her body. Everything about Clarissa spoke of the wealth she had married into.

Although in her early 40s, she had insured that, with her husband's money and the help of her cosmetic surgeon, she would look forever young. She had lived the life of humble poverty, and decided she did not care for it.

However, her current life was not all that it appeared, either. She knew for a fact that her husband had one mistress he kept in the city, and his secretary was available whenever his mistress wasn't. He hadn't stepped foot into Clarissa's bedroom in over two years - since that fateful night when she'd discovered the identity and location of his mistress. The pre-nup agreement would leave her high and dry in the event of a divorce, so Clarissa was stuck.

She walked into the men's store, barely able to hide her disgust at the errand forced upon her. Her husband was leaving town "on business" in a few days and needed casual wear. She already knew the "business" was his secretary - seems he was on the outs with his mistress - and the destination was the Cayman Islands. She was tempted to purchase slacks much too short in the crotch, and hopefully strangle the balls she would like to cut off.

She looked about the store and noticed no other customers. That was odd. Didn't seem to be anybody about to help, either. And Clarissa was used to service - always the best. She stood at the counter, waiting for a moment before calling out to seemingly empty store.

"Hello? Is there anyone about that can off assistance?"

 

[The Preacher]

My blood ran cold. What could I do? I was still shaking from the previous experiance with Rachel, and felt like going home, half to finish what Rachel had started, half to think over my job. The boss was still gone however, and I couldn't leave the store unattended. Sales had been low recently, and the cash needed to keep coming in, closing up was not an option.

I got up lethargically, my energy drained and slapped a pristeen smile on my face. I flipped my collar up and began to swirl my tie around my neck, as I did it up, I walked towards the front of the store.

"Yes, hello ma'am, my apologies for my tardiness, just needed to sort out some stock out the back. How can I help you today?"

I strode out confidently, and met her. It was difficult to pinpoint her age, but she was probably around the thirty mark, certainly not older. However, I tried my best to appear totally professional, blocking thoughts of Rachel out of my mind, and not noticing her rather attractive appearance.

 

[SexyChele]

She was growing impatient, when suddenly a rather good-looking young man appeared from the back. Clarissa took note of his form and features - both very nice, indeed - and guessed him to be somewhere in his early to mid 20s. Something about him emitted raw sexual energy, yet she couldn't place her finger on exactly why.

Pulling her glance away from his face, she glanced about the store.

"I need to purchase some items for my husband," she began. "He's leaving to go to the Grand Caymans and has need of some casual slacks and shirts. They shouldn't be anything trendy. He prefers more of a classic look, besides I don't think a man of 50 would look good in some of the more modern day fashions, would he?"

In the back of her mind, Clarissa was tempted to buy an entire suitcase of nothing but the very trendiest clothing, then packing for her dear sweet hubby. And once he arrived at the hotel, he'd have nothing to wear. However, she knew he would simply send out a representative from the hotel to buy him a whole new wardrobe.

"Do you have anything like that here? Muted colors would be best. And only the very best quality - price is no object." She turned her green eyes on him, and gave him her best "ice queen" stare - the one that normally sent salespeople scurrying to do her bidding.

 

[The Preacher]

I stared blankly for a few moments, my mind still on the experiance I'd just experiance. A fifty year olds taste in fashion was the furthest thing from my mind.

"Excuse me?" She snarled confidently, she wasn't exactly the perfect customer after an experience that could have cost me my livlihood.

"Yes? Oh, right, clothes."

She was getting more irrated by the minute.

"I'm not sure we have any clothes designed not to be fashhionable." I chuckled to myself in order to lighten the mood, but she was far from impressed. I coughed awkwardly.

"Um, how about a wool blend suit?"

I almost didn't want to show her it, it disturbed me as I walked towards it.

"So, tell me about your husband?"

 

[SexyChele]

Clarissa glanced at the salesman behind his back. Such a good looking young man - did he always make such poor jokes? Of course, Clarissa was used to this type of behavior. Most people always gave her the courtesy and attention she demanded. Or they faced her wrath. The only exception was her coward of a husband.

She had stopped to glance through a rack of slacks, taking note of the quality. At his question, her lips curled into a cruel smile.

"You want to know about my husband? Would you like the 'official' version? Or the wife's version?" At his quizical look, she understood that he was asking about clothing habits, but Clarissa didn't care.

"My husband is the Chief Executive Officer, and major stock holder for Pacifico Oil. Perhaps you've heard of it? It's the sixth largest oil refiner and distributor in the world. At last reckoning, my husband's estate was worth in excess of 5.2 billion dollars." She allowed that number to sink in before continuing. "So, you see, my husband is a man who expects and demands quality - at any price."

She turned back to the slacks, taking note of several she thought would be appropriate.

"The 'unofficial' version is that my husband is rotten son of a bitch who will fuck anything in or out of a skirt - regardless as to whether she is willing or not. You see, most men of means feel that any woman is available for their consumption and use. Any woman, that is, except their wives."

Grabbing several pairs of slacks from the rack, she turned to the salesman with a billiant smile.

"I think I might like these to begin with. How tall are you? My husband is 6', and if they need to be altered I'm willing to pay to have it done quickly."

 

[The Preacher]

I was a bit taken aback at her story. Just a bit too much information, I thought to myself. It just flowed out of her, she either told this to any stranger who said "Hello" on the street, or she hadn't told anyone ever, and for one reason or another, it had burst forth on me.

"I'm about 6"2." I said with a cringe on my face, praying to God she wouldn't have to try it on. For one thing, I wanted her in and out as soon as humanly possible. I also didn't feel like revisiting those change rooms, with another woman so soon, and in my boxers.

I couldn't tell if she could read my discomfort or not, as I awaited her response.

 

[The Preacher]

*BUMP*

 

[SexyChele]

Clarissa

She eyed him somewhat suspicisously. My, but he was a nervous one, she thought. She shrugged her shoulders. Not that the daily life a salesman should concern her in any way.

"Six foot, two inches, huh? Well, let's see."

She held up one pair of slacks, and walked up to him. Holding them at his waist, she leaned back to look at the length. She felt his body go stiff, then felt a slight tembling. Looking up at him, she smiled to see him looking at some point over her head.

"Damn! Just as I thought - too long. It looks as though these will need to be altered. Two inches, I'm thinking. What do you think? Here, stand in front of this mirror, and tell me what you think. Remember, my husband is two inches shorter than you."

As she moved her hand away, she brushed the front of his trousers, and was a bit embarassed she felt his cock through the material. Was it? Could it? No, maybe it was just in her head. She blushed slightly, and looked up towards him. But he had already grabbed the slacks and was walking towards the mirror.

Maybe it was all in her mind. Too much wishful thinking on her part. He was certainly acting nervous, but then maybe that was his normal demeanor.

"No, hold them up to your waist, I need to see something."

She grabbed the slacks at his hips and pulled the material over the front of his body, watching the hem of the slacks. As her eyes trailed back up, she noticed a very distinct bulge in his trousers. No, she wasn't wrong. It was right there! Was he aroused? Or did he look like that normally?

 

[The Preacher]

Any other day, any other time, I could have handled such an aggressive woman, but I was shaken by Rachel, I was still hard from her, as much as I tried to "de-arouse" myself, it wouldn't work, I'd glance at the woman, her breasts filling her silk blouse, shapely legs and inviting ass.

She was pulling, placing and holding things all around my cock. I thought of rainy days, encyclopaedia's and curtains to stop my thoughts, but all I could think of was the day when I first took my girl a year ago on a rainy day, various sexual entries in encyclopaedia's and this womans crimson fingernails grasping at the curtain dressing around the store, while I would massage her pussy with first my hands, then my cock.

All these thoughts were fast catching up with me, as she adjusted the pants, the slightest touch would send a tingle through my body, and I bit my lip, and tried to appear casual. I saw her eyes focus on my crotch for just a moment. It certainly wasn't just the pants she was interested in. Despite my desire, I was keen to get her out of her, go round back and get off to a porno.

"So, would you like me to put these through for you? $109.95."

My voice shuddered.

 

[SexyChele]

Clarissa stared at the salesman coolly when he stated the price.

"There will be other things my husband needs. I shall need shirts to match these slacks. And yes. I do believe he needs some new underwear. You do have underwear here, I believe?"

In reality Carlton did the "commando" thing, as he liked to call it. Still, it would be a good joke to throw some into his suitcase, just to piss him off.

Clarissa looked appreciatively at the salesman, and wondered if he was wearing any. When she looked back up into his eyes, she saw what appeared to be a tortured look.

"What kind do you wear," she asked blatantly. "Because I do not want my husband to have the same kind. Exact opposite, I should think."

She looked into her eyes as a predatory smile creeped across her lips.

 

[The Preacher]

Normally, I would have been happy to have a laugh, be relaxed about such a question. However, I wanted her out, I became irritated at her.

"Look, I really don't feel it's any of your buisness." I said bluntly. I could've cared less if I lost a customer at this point, I had to compose myself, and she was being far to clever for my sex clouded mind.

I awaited her reaction, surely it would be vengeful or angry, but there was little I could do at this point. I refused to be pulled into any mind games.

 

[SexyChele]

Clarissa arched her eybrow at his response.

"None of my business? I would think my business right now would most certainly be your business, if you understand my meaning?"

Although her voice feigned anger, inside she was beginning to discover something else. A new toy to play with - even if only for an afternoon. She looked up into his eyes. Yes, she saw the anger burning there. The irritation. But she didn't care.

"It's no matter," she murmured like a cat who had just stolen the cream. "I should think plain old boxers would do it. Yes. I see your slacks are much too contoured for you to be wearing bulky boxers under them anyway."

She turned about in the store, and let her gaze settle on him. "Now, if you would be so kind as to show me where they are?"

As he turned to lead the way, her eyes followed his ass. Such a nice one he had, too. Suddenly seized with a fit of devilish mischief, she reached out and pinched him, her nails digging in firmly. She smiled, waiting for his response.

 

[The Preacher]

As I felt her nails dig into my flesh, I swirled around and glared at her. My eyes were filled with primal anger. I was both furious and ridiculously aroused. I barked at her.

"Fuck off! Look, I just had a woman in here ten minutes ago and we were about to fuck, alright? She was a customer, like you, and frankly, I was wanting to have sex with her. Now, she left a moment ago, and now, I'm here serving your ass, and the last thing I want to do is for you to test me the fuck out, alright? So, get your goddamn clothes and leave."

I calmed down now, no less angry, but staring her down.

"And if you touch me again, you will regret it, because I'm at the stage where I WILL fuck you, whether you want that shit or not, so DO NOT TEST ME. Do NOT write cheques your ass can't cash."

After finishing my incredibly frank rant, I was about to leave her, and this job.

 

[SexyChele]

So that was his problem – he was horny! Still, men did not talk to Clarissa in such a way. Maybe when she was dirt poor, but not now. No. Certainly not now.

She smiled up at the young man, his eyes still filled with anger. Clarissa cleared her throat, and pouted her lips innocently.

“I’m so sorry that your, uh, previous activities were curtailed. Such a shame, and I do understand – really, I do. And if you think I was being overly aggressive towards you, well please do accept my apologies. It really is quite unlike me.”

She continued to smile up at him, seeing him relax slightly. Suddenly her hand reached out and clutched his nuts hard. As her fingers squeezed him painfully, her lips took on a twisted smile.

“And if you ever talk to me that way again, you will be lucky to be walking around with these hanging below your cock, understand?” She could feel his cock still slightly hard against her hand. “I do believe you are enjoying this, aren’t you?”

 

[The Preacher]

Things had turned once again, just as suddenly as before. This had been a long day, I could barely summon up the energy to fight back anymore, especially after my brave, yet stupid rant. I became entirely submissive, defeated. As she held my balls in her hand, which had swollen due to my unquenched sexual thirst, I felt totally at her will.

"I suppose so Madam. I suppose I am."

My eyes were cast downward, I felt disciplined, the most bizarre range of emotions were cast through me, both absolute depression, and yet, still, sexual excitement, manifested in a form I had never taken before, complete submission.

 

[SexyChele]

Clarissa smiled inwardly at the man before her. She felt his submission, his giving himself over to her desires and whims. The feeling was heady – better than any drug she’d ever had.

She lessened her hold on his balls, and started to massage them through his slacks. She watched his face, and as it contorted with pleasure, she quickly applied more force than necessary.

“Now, what am I to do with you, hm?” Clarissa had often been on the receiving end of men’s wants, she had never had a man so available for her own desires. “I’ve always wanted a toy to play with – if only for a little while.”

Clarissa looked around the shop, and noticed the dressing rooms were right next to them. Pulling him by the balls, she lead him into area and turned towards him.

“I would guess that we don’t have much time. After all, a co-worker or customer might walk in unexpectedly, correct? So I suppose you will have to work quickly, then. Strip, NOW!”

She crossed her arms over her chest and levelled a steady gaze at him. She wanted to watch his expression as each piece of clothing came off. She wanted to miss nothing.

 

[The Preacher]

Her words were violent, and almost echoed through the store. She stood there, admiring me in a totally patronising fashion, as I slowly undid my tie, and buttons on my collar, then, slowly I worked down, exposing my dark skin to her. My chiseled chest and six pack seemed to meet with her pleasure, as I brought the shirt down over my shoulders. I kicked off my black, leather shoes, undid my belt and placed my fingers on my zipper. I let them linger there for one moment, before looking at her, a hungry look on her face.

"Maybe it's time you took some clothes off?"

It was a definate question, as opposed to a statement or demand, I was in no place to make such demands. She looked at me, and I repeated it, almost pleading with her, begging.

 

[SexyChele]

She watched as he removed his clothing, smiling as his body came into view. As he stood naked in front of her, she allowed her gaze to trail the length of him. His question brought her eyes to his, and scowl to her face.

“I’ll decide when and if my clothes are to be removed. For now, I’ll simply take pleasure with you, understand?”

Clarissa didn’t wait for a response. She moved slowly around him, watching his body in the mirror, and liking what she saw.

“Stroke yourself. And don’t forget to fondle those delicious balls you have as well!”

She watched as he moved to obey her. Her pleasure deepened at the look on his face. Moving in front of him, Clarissa sat down on a bench and slowly began to unbutton her blouse, exposing her breasts encased in lace. She slid the blouse from her shoulders, watching his face the whole time.

“You are to continue to stroke yourself, but you cannot cum unless I say you can.” She then raised her skirt as she parted her legs to show him her pussy. She watched as he stroked himself, her own fingers moving to her pussy and feeling its wetness.

“Would you like to fuck this pussy? How badly would you like to have permission to do so?” She smiled up at him, enjoying the show more than she thought she would.

 

[The Preacher]

"Yes Ma'am" I responded, in a doleful, submissive tone. My cock was already full, thick and long, and I wrapped my fingers around it and looked at her reflection in the mirror. I hesitated for a moment, but saw the flame in her eyes and began to slowly stroke my cock. I was so aroused, I'd never masturbated in front of a woman before. If I went fast, I'd disobey her orders and cum, and I couldn't do that. Instead, I pressed my fingers hard into my flesh, and kneaded my cock up and back. I rolled my fingers over my head.

My other hand, naturally rested under my balls, like watermelons after having been denied pleasure before. I saw her eyes open wider as I pleasured myself, and I squeezed my balls tight as I continued to rub. She began to copy my actions, in a way, raising her skirt and parting her legs in an entirely erotic way, I almost came on the spot. I forced myself to stop, turned around and looked at her pussy, being probed by her, long, feminine fingers. I stared at it for some time, my cock point at her face.

"I would love to stuff my cock in your cunt, Miss."

I said, slowly and deliberately, my eyes fixated on her pussy.

 

[SexyChele]

Clarissa was amazed at how much she was enjoying simply watching the young man. She had always had people telling her what to do, and for once she was the one in charge. The experience was heady and exciting.

She smiled like a cat at his response, and watched as he measured his strokes so as not to cum too quickly. Yes, she liked that. Reaching up, she quickly undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts were exposed for him, and she watched his eyes drink in the sight. Slowly, she rolled and pinched her nipples until they were hard and stiff – twin peaks ready for more attention.

She continued to slowly stroke her fingers in and out of her cunt, her legs spread wide so as to give him the best view.

“Come here, and on your knees!” She directed him. She held up one breast in her hand, offering it to him. “Play with my breasts, but do not stop stroking yourself! I want to feel your body against my pussy, I want to feel your hand pumping your cock.”

She smiled as she leaned down to give her nipple a quick lick. “If you are very good at paying attention to my breasts, I just may let you fuck my cunt.”

 

[The Preacher]

I watched as her tits grow and subsided in front of me, her eyes fixed on my cock. Very slowly, I pinched her nipples, letting my thumb flick over them. They were hard, erect, standing up for my touch. My hands became outspread over her soft, big tits. She seemed to grow under my hands. I moved my open mouth towards her left breast. My thumb continued to flick over her nipple, as I began to kiss the top of her breast. Lightly at first, but growing in intensity, she threw her head back and arched her back, pushing her pillows towards my face. My tounge lazily worked down her chest. I licked around her areolas. Her hands pressed her nipple towards my mouth. I pecked it childishly, before holding my tounge over her nipple and allowing my saliva to fall on it. I rubbed it over her like lotion, before finally I sucked on her like a hungry baby. I couldn't restrain myself as I pulled on her breast, sucking like I never had before. My mouth explored her thoroughly, roughly and quickly. Sucking, licking.

I began to guide my tounge between her mounds and licked the side of her right breast aggressively, covering her in more spit. I circled her areola, teasing her before passionately french kissing her nipple, plucking at it with my teeth, pushing her breast towards her chest, and pulling it out towards me as her screams filled the air.

All the while, my hand slowly worked my shaft, trying to control my strokes as not to cum, which was difficult considering the sexual pleasure I was getting from her tits, matching those I seemed to be giving her. I placed both hands over it, stopping for short intervals, trying to control myself.