I work in a Men's Outfitters. That's what we call it over here in England anyway. Most of our stuff is traditional and "very British" but we have to keep up with the times so we also do designer suits, jeans and tops to cater for the younger business man, or metrosexual. We also stock Jasper Conran underwear which draws quite a crowd nowadays. Of course you never know who's going to walk into the shop and have to be ready for all types. The one thing they have in common, however, is money. Our stuff is expensive.

Just last week, this great guy came in with a blonde draped over his arm. You could tell immediately by the look of her that she hung on his lips and most probably on his dick as well. She was definitely the clinging type and used to being the center of attention. My attention of course was centered on him. She was whining about having to buy things herself and not wanting to waste time in a men's outfitters. He pulled out his wallet and extracted a wad of $50 notes which temporarily seemed to satisfy her. I was more interested in the "wad" between the legs of his very tight trousers. He said, "Now go and do what you like doing best."

She stuffed the money in her purse and sauntered out. He looked at me and said, "Women like her are good for two things only. Shopping and fucking." I blushed. I was overwhelmed by the sexual power of him. He knew he had what it takes to get what he wanted. And generally did. Today he wanted a lightweight suit for the summer, some silk shirts and a few ties. "And anything else that happens to take my fancy," he said, once again looking directly at me. And once again I blushed.

The suit was not a problem. In fact he chose two. He knew exactly what would look good on him and tried one on. It fitted him like a glove and looked great on him. However I couldn't help thinking it was him that made the suit look good and not vice versa. "What do you think?" he asked looking me straight in the eyes as if he was trying to make me blush again. I stared at him dumbstruck. I felt so intimidated by his proximity and his masculine sensuality. I could tell he liked me but he seemed to get a kick out of playing with me.

The manager came over and answered the question for me. All smiles and somewhat unctuous as only an experienced salesman can be. As he complimented the handsome customer on his choice I stood there and took in every gorgeous inch of him. This man really knew how to turn someone on. Men and women. But he made me feel so shy and insecure. I mean I'm not usually like that. I'm quite popular and have a lot going for me. I'm good looking, in good shape and usually quite at ease with people when I get to know them. I'm just a little backward in coming forward and no good at all at the direct approach. He, on the other hand, was obviously an expert.

It was almost closing time and the manager asked me if I could "hold the fort and lock up" as he was going to a concert. He apologised to the guy and said he was sure Jonathan would be able to provide him with everything he needed. My customer looked at me with his eyes of intense green. They seemed to look right through me. "I'm sure he will," is all he said as the manager departed. Then to me he said, "I'll make it worth your while. You'll get a good bonus from what I'm going to buy and I'll also give you something extra."

As he looked around the shop, I pulled down the metal shutters and locked the door to the street. Then I turned off the shop lights at the front. While I was doing this I noticed him take a pair of slacks and a summer sweater into the fitting room. As we were alone he didn't bother to close the curtains. I watched his reflection in the mirror. It was like observing a three-course meal being served.

As he took off his shirt I saw he had a finely toned, well tanned body with a very light covering of chest hair. His shoulders were broad and perfectly set off by his prominent pecs and generous nipples. As he undid his trousers and slipped out of them I noticed his six-pack stomach and strong muscular legs. And also the profile of something large and mobile in his Jasper Conran stretch boxers. Then he turned to hang up his trousers and mesmerized my eyes with his tight, bubble butt. He climbed into the slacks he'd chosen and beckoned to me. Obviously my intense interest in his body hadn't escaped his notice.

"Do you think you could take these in a bit for me round the crotch?" he said as if he was asking me to pass the butter or something. "I like people to know what I've got." Of course I blushed again and my hand shook as I measured him. I had to pass the tape round his hips and, inevitably, my fingers brushed across the prominent bulge in his pants. He pushed his hips forward and almost filled my hand with it.

"That's your something extra," he said. "I know you want it so let's get on with it."

He undid his pants and helped me help his nine inch dick out of his shorts. Once again I was dumbstruck, speechless.

"I hope you're gonna do more than just stare at it," he said at last.

My knees gave way and I sank down before him to worship this fabulous phallus. I parted my lips and licked the tip of it, marvelling over its taste and texture. This seemed to super excite him and he pushed it firmly into my mouth. I had no choice but to open my throat and let it slide all the way down until his pubic hair nuzzled my nose and his huge balls rested on my chin. He held my head steady while he slowly fucked my throat. When he finally let me come up for air, I was able to use my tongue on the juicy mushroom head and then move down to sample his balls and those strong, vibrant thighs. Then I slowly came up again for a second helping of everything. He pulled me to my feet, kissed me lightly on the lips and said, "I believe in returning pleasure for pleasure."

He freed himself from pants and shorts and stood naked and magnificent in front of me. He slowly undressed me sliding his tongue down my chest as he opened my shirt, penetrating my butt with his fingers as he drew down my pants. I was wet, wilting and waiting. Knowing that at any moment I was going to get that XL manmeat deep inside of me. We have a padded bench near the fitting room where women can wait for their menfolk. He laid me out on it and told me to put my hands behind my head. Then he proceeded to lick me from top to toe, tormenting my nipples and armpits, flicking his tongue around my cock and half swallowing my balls. He came to rest at my tremulous ass hole and slyly slid his tongue inside. Then he came back to my cock and continued this teasing tour of my body until my dick reached heights I had never thought possible and my ass opened wide to receive him.

Soon he was jerking me off so good that I was hardly conscious of his nine inches entering me. Then, before I could cum, I felt something like an electric shock pass through me as he hit the pulse of my being. I would be wrong to say it didn't hurt at first but it was worth twice or thrice the pain. He lifted my legs over his shoulders and I watched fascinated in the dressing room mirror as his lovely pole moved in and out of me making me feel sensations I had never imagined possible. Then he knelt on the bench and pulled me further onto his shoulders so that his cock could bury itself deeper inside me. He built up a piston motion which got faster and faster until I could feel my dick bursting and his balls slapping against the entrance to my love hole. It felt so good. Then he sat back on his legs pulling me even further onto his lap. He passed his hands under my flailing body and supported my shoulders so I seemed to be riding on air. Then he fucked me harder and stronger until I stopped resisting and let myself go completely and gave myself over to the movement of what seemed to be a bucking bronco beneath me. He hit my prostrate in all the right places and made me groan with joy.

My butt and my head banged on the bench in happy unison. Finally, I felt his muscles tense and his body twitch as his cock pulsed and unloaded its juice. I clenched my butt cheeks and tightened the grip of my legs around his neck. I wanted to keep him inside me as long as possible. But his dick had deflated like a party balloon and he flopped down on top of me. His cheek on my chest.

He gave me a satisfied smile. "My dick and your ass were made to measure. Let's have some more fuck fittings soon." He soon got his breath back and said there was still something hard and firm between us. My dick. He placed it against his stomach and started to rub his body up and down on it. Exactly as if he was trying to crush the life out it. He succeeded and I came all over the two of us.

An hour later I was back home. My head and my dick felt several litres lighter and I now had a different kind of bulge in my pants. $70 in commission and overtime. What's more, my aching ass was still feeling the benefit that only nine inches of solid flesh can bring. Also I had the prospect of further fittings to look forward to. Not a bad afternoon's work.

I wondered if his girl friend appreciated him half as much as I did. He was such a perfect fit.