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Claire & The Salesman

By: GeorgeTasker



Claire gave a deep sigh as she took a sip from her wine glass and half-heartedly watched the soap that was playing on the television with ever increasing boredom. She felt a tad guilty having a wine at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, but damn it, she was bored to tears!

"Unemployment sucks!" the lovely young redhead grumbled morosely. It had been almost three weeks since she'd had a job, and her record prior to that had been somewhat sketchy as well, jumping from job to job almost constantly, and most of them lasting only a few days. Her CV was a wreck and she was beginning to wonder if she'd ever get a stable job.

It didn't help that Danny, her overprotective boyfriend, kept refusing to let her go to interviews. Just last week she'd had a fantastic telephone interview with a kind old businessman who was looking for a pole polisher. She had even emailed him a photo of herself at his request (topless). But when she'd told Danny the good news, he'd outright refused to let her go. It just wasn't fair!

Claire's dejected musings were interrupted by the sound of her doorbell ringing. Surprised, the buxom redhead went to answer the door, by habit checking her reflection in the hallway mirror. She was dressed down for a day around the house, wearing a pair of figure hugging blue jeans that made her firm, round arse look fantastic, and a tight fitting white t-shirt that clung to her remarkable bosom. Her long auburn locks were tied back in a casual ponytail and despite her lack of makeup she still looked stunning.

Claire answered the door and was surprised to see a man waiting on the doorstep with two oversized trolley bags.

"Fred?" she murmured in astonishment, squinting at the familiar man. "Fred Phillips?"

Claire had met Fred when she'd been employed as a saleswoman for the Funky Lady home sales company. The company sold women's lingerie and a few rather risqué adult gift products, and it had been Fred, or rather Fred's wife that had got her fired.

"Claire!" said Fred with obvious delight, "I've finally found...err, I mean what a surprise?"

Claire frowned at the middle aged man. Fred was in his early fifties and was a little overweight, with a substantial beer belly. He was dressed in a rather cheap looking brown suit, and his bald forehead was slick with sweat as if he'd been running or something.

"What are you doing here Mr Phillips?" asked Claire in confusion.

Fred's wife had walked in on her and Fred while she was demonstrating some of Funky Lady's more exotic products to the older man. His wife had got the wrong idea and chased Claire out of the house and complained to Funky Lady management, resulting in Claire losing her job. The lovely young redhead hadn't expected to see Fred ever again, let alone on her front doorstep.

"Please, call me Fred," he replied, grinning widely, revealing his crooked, slightly discoloured teeth. "I'm from Funky Lady and I'd like to show you some of our fine products."

Claire's frown deepened. "You work for Funky Lady?" She was more confused than ever now. How could he be working for Funky Lady?

"Err, yes," replied Fred. "I, um, well I got the job pretty recently. I remember you did such a great job selling to me that I was inspired to give it a go myself."

"Oh," replied Claire in surprise. She was a little flattered that she'd inspired the short old man, but really? Someone like him selling lingerie? 

"I, err, realise that you've probably seen the range before, but maybe I could come in and show you through it anyway?" suggested Fred hopefully. "I'm new to all this, and it would be great practise for me, even if you don't buy anything."

"Ah..." Claire hesitated a moment. She was still a bit bewildered by the situation and the way she and Fred had appeared to have traded places. It was throwing her for a loop. Fred did look pretty worn out from walking around town with those big cases though, and she knew first-hand what it was like dragging them all around the place. The poor guy.

"Please," begged Fred. "I haven't had a lot of luck so far. For old times sake?" He looked a little like a lost puppy-dog.

Claire sighed. "Okay, sure, I guess there's no harm," agreed the soft-hearted beauty, not wanting to disappoint the obviously struggling new salesman.

"So I guess the shoe is on the other foot now eh?" joked Fred with a chuckle as Claire led him inside into her lounge.

"Huh?" asked Claire, not familiar with the phrase.

"I mean it's kinda funny how we've switched places and I'm now selling to you." As they walked, Fred admired the way Claire's jeans clung snugly to her lovely round bum.

"Oh, yeah," agreed Claire. "So how did you find me?"

Fred shrugged. "It's just a happy coincidence I knocked on your door."

"Oh, right," nodded Claire.

Fred was fussing around with his suitcases, bent over as he got himself organised. Claire wrinkled her nose a little as she saw that the back of his suit pants was quite low, showing a rather unappealing glimpse of his hairy butt crack.

"So can you pretend you're not familiar with the Funky Lady products?" asked Fred. "It'll help me out and be better practise that way."

"Sure," replied Claire agreeably, perhaps this could be fun.

"This is the first time anyone's actually let me inside their house," admitted Fred as he straightened up. He was holding a lacy white bra in one hand and a matching pair of g-string panties in the other.

Claire wasn't too surprised at the rather unattractive salesman's lack of success. "I didn't even know that Funky Lady hired men," she told him. "It's a little, ah, unusual."

"Mmm," Fred nodded in agreement. "I have to adapt the usual pitch somewhat. I don't think I'd quite look as good as you did modelling this stuff."

Claire smiled at his joke, unable to stop herself from mentally picturing the old fellow wearing women's underwear. It wasn't a pretty sight.

"Right then," said Fred, taking a deep breath and holding up the bra and panties. "Let's start with these."

"Wait," said Claire. "Shouldn't you give me a catalogue first?" she asked, remembering the short time she'd spent working for Funky Lady.

"Er, right, catalogue," Fred glanced nervously down at his suitcases. "Um, unfortunately the catalogues are on backorder so I don't have any right now."

"Oh, okay," said Claire in surprise.

Fred handed the underwear he was holding to Claire. "Try these on," he instructed.

Claire frowned in surprise at the rather skimpy looking lace garment's he'd handed to her. "Ahh..." she stammered hesitantly. "I don't know if..."

"Well I can't really model them for you, now can I?" interrupted Fred.

"No, I guess not," agreed Claire reluctantly. "But I'm not sure I want to buy anything right now."

"No, no," Fred quickly waved away her protests. "Remember this is just for practise. You don't have to buy anything, Claire. Just letting me practise my sales pitch is doing me a huge favour."

"Oh okay. No problem then, I'll try them on." Claire took the lingerie and disappeared into her bedroom to get changed.

A few minutes later Claire returned, dressed only in the skimpy white bra and g-string that Fred had given her. Her flawless body looked even better than Fred remembered and his eyes went wide at the mind-boggling sight of the lingerie clad beauty. It was like she'd just stepped out of a lingerie catalogue.

Claire's ample breasts seemed to defy gravity. The lacy, almost transparent bra that Fred had given her to try on didn't have the same lift and support as the Funky Lady products Claire remembered, but her large, firm boobs barely sagged at all, so they didn't really need the lift. They thrust proudly out from her chest like two ripe melons, the dark tips of her nipples clearly visible through the nearly see-through lace, and Fred's mouth went dry at the sight. The rest of Claire's body was equally impressive. Long, slender legs, a flat toned stomach and a firm round posterior were all on display in the 'barely-there' g-string she was wearing.

"Are you sure this is Funky Lady lingerie?" asked Claire with some concern as she stood in front of the stunned looking salesman, her hands on her curvy hips giving Fred a good look at the lingerie. "The material feels a little more scratchy than I remember."

"Oh, don't worry, it's the genuine article," Fred assured her as he stepped closer. Before Claire could protest he reached up and ran one hand over the lace of her right bra cup, his fingers pressing into the soft roundness of her ample boob and brushing over the slight jut of her nipple.

Fred slid two fingers down into the bra, rubbing the lace with his thumb and letting the back of his fingers brush deliberately against her bare nipple causing the red haired beauty to gasp slightly in surprise. It was the same technique as he'd used the first time he'd seen Claire.

"It's the highest quality materials, 100% guaranteed," he explained, reaching out with his other hand and boldly rubbing the lace of her panties over the warm mound of her pussy.

"Ah yes, so I see," replied Claire nervously. Things suddenly felt like they were on very familiar ground.

"And it seems to be a perfect fit," added Fred, cupping both of Claire's sizeable jugs in his palms and squeezing the supple melons through the material of the bra.

"Hmm," replied Claire, slightly distracted by Fred's groping. "The g-string is a bit tighter than I remember; it's wedged right up my bottom!"

Fred frowned and leant around to look at the redhead's bum. The flawless spheres of her buttocks were delightfully framed by the skimpy white g-string. Fred ran his hand over the smooth flesh of Claire's right buttock. He hooked a fingertip inside the back of her g-string, extracting the strip of lace from her butt crack as he gave her bum another squeeze.

"Nonsense, it's a perfect fit," he assured her as he somewhat reluctantly stepped away from her, the back of her g-string snapping back into place as he moved back to his case of products.

"Are we done then?" asked Claire. "Can I get dressed again?"

Fred pulled out a small white tube of cream. There was a sticker on the side of the tube that had the words 'Erecto-sure' scrawled on, in what looked like ball point pen. "Actually Claire, I think this is the perfect time to show you another product, one of Funky Lady's top sellers."

Claire frowned as she looked at the tube. "I thought the Big Boy Toy was the top seller?" said Claire, referring to one of Funky Lady's vibrators. "And that tube of Erecto-sure doesn't look like I remember..."

Fred waved away her protests. "It's a new and upgraded formula," he explained as he pulled down the zipper on his trousers. "If you just rub some on my penis, I'll show you how much better it works than the old stuff."

"Wait a minute Fred!" protested Claire quickly, her eyes wide as she watched the older man's descending zipper. "My boyfriend Danny has no trouble getting it up. I'm not interested in trying out the Erecto-sure."

"Oh?" replied Fred in disappointment, he looked crestfallen. "You're not going to rub it on my cock, just for practise maybe?"

"Ahh..." Claire's mind raced as she tried to think of some way to change the topic. "What else did you bring along Fred?"

Fred bent over his bag once again and quickly produced another tube of product. "Pussylicious? Makes any pussy taste fantastic, increases sensitivity."

Claire grimaced, crossing her arms over her substantial chest and suddenly feeling uncomfortable to be standing in front of Fred wearing only lingerie. "Fred, I'm not sure I need any Pussylicious." For some reason, without a sale on the line, Claire wasn't so keen to let Fred use the cream on her.

"Hmm," murmured Fred, not looking too happy at all. "Your pussy did taste naturally delicious," he admitted. He looked mournfully at the tube of cream in his hand. "Guaranteed orgasms?" he added hopefully, reading from the label.

Claire sighed. "How about one of the massage lotions?" she suggested, remembering the range of products she had previously been selling herself, that should hopefully be safer ground. "We didn't try those when I was at your place."

"Massage lotions?" asked Fred with a confused frown.

"Yeah, Funky Lady has a whole range of them, they must be in your sales kit somewhere," Claire moved forward to help Fred look through his bags of products.

"Er, no," Fred stopped her in her tracks; he'd gone quite red in the face. "I think I might have left one of the bags at home."

Claire frowned, that was strange. She'd only ever had two bags of products herself when she'd been selling Funky Lady.

Fred grinned sheepishly. "I told you I wasn't very good at this. I'll never make a sale!"

Claire's heart softened at his despair. "It's okay Fred," she assured him. "You did a wonderful job demonstrating the products to me. I'm sure you'll be brilliant."

The balding old salesman seemed pleased with her compliment. "Thank you Claire. I really do appreciate you letting me practise with you. You're the best."

With that, Fred stepped forward and embraced the rather surprised, lingerie-clad redhead, squeezing her lush body against his. Claire was taken aback, but nevertheless hugged him back, putting her arms around his shoulders. She stiffened a little as she felt Fred's hands slip down to cup and squeeze her firm buttocks as the cheeky salesman copped a quick feel.

Fred gave Claire's smooth bum one last grope and then released her. "I really do appreciate your help Claire."

Claire smiled warmly in reply. "Anytime," she said with a shrug.

Fred gave a despondent sigh, form some reason he still looked disappointed by something. "Well, I guess I'd better get back on the road. I've got some sales to make."

Claire nodded. There was a moment's uncomfortable silence as Fred stared expectantly at her.

"Er, Claire?"

"What Fred?" What was it he wanted?

"I'm gonna need the lingerie back," he told her, nodding at what she was wearing.

"Oh!" remarked the busty redhead in surprise, realising she was still wearing the lacy bra and thong that Fred had give her to try on. "Sorry." She disappeared into her bedroom and quickly got changed back into her own clothes, re-emerging in the same jeans and t-shirt she'd been wearing when Fred had arrived.

The curvy redhead saw Fred to the door. "Bye Fred."

"See you later Claire," the puffing salesman waved goodbye as he struggled down the sidewalk with his two heavy cases of lingerie and sex toys.

***

Not long after dinner that same evening, Claire was just about to sit down with her boyfriend Danny to watch a movie when the phone rang.

"Hello?" Claire answered.

"Is that you Claire?" hissed a voice on the other end of the line.

"Yes, who's this?"

"It's me, Fred Phillips."

Claire glanced nervously over at Danny who was sitting on the couch waiting for her. Although Claire hadn't been having actual sex with Fred when she'd first met him and demonstrated the Funky Lady products, there was no way she'd want Danny to find out that she'd let Fred cum in her mouth, vagina and bottom in the process of the demonstrations. At least her run in with Fred earlier that day that had ended a lot more conventionally.

"What do you want?" hissed Claire, stepping into the kitchen and keeping her voice low.

"Claire, I need your help."

Claire frowned. "Why? What do you need?"

"I'm begging you, Claire," Fred sounded desperate and Claire's heart went out to him, despite her reservations.

"What is it?" she looked anxiously towards the lounge where her boyfriend was waiting.

"I didn't make any sales today and the lady at Funky Lady said I'd be fired if I didn't make a big sale tomorrow," explained Fred.

"I'm not sure how I can help you Fred."

"Please Claire," beseeched Fred. "You're the best saleswoman I've ever met."

"I still don't know what I can do to help Fred. Do you want to practise with me again tomorrow or something?" Claire wasn't sure she liked the idea of that, she'd ended up feeling rather uncomfortable doing that today, but she had to admit she was rather flattered that he'd said she was the best saleswoman he'd met.

"Look Claire," said Fred. "I've been thinking really hard about my sales techniques and I think I've figured out what's going wrong. When you sold all that stuff to me, you did a wonderful job and were so practical and hands-on in your product demonstrations. Plus you make the lingerie look amazing, I'm sure every woman wants to buy some to look even half as good in it as you do."

Claire blushed a little at the praise.

"There's just no way I can show off the products as well as you can," continued Fred. There was a slight pause on the end of the phone. "But now I've figured out what to do."

"What will you do?" asked Claire curiously.

"It's perfect," Fred sounded very pleased with himself. "You'll come with me and model the products. Once the customers see how great you make the lingerie look they'll be buying it by the bag full!"

Claire couldn't help but grin at Fred's enthusiasm. "That might actually work," she admitted.

"Excellent!" said Fred. Claire could almost hear him smiling down the phone line. "It's settled then, you'll come with me tomorrow."

Claire's heart lurched. When she'd said Fred's idea was a good one, she didn't mean she actually wanted to go through with it!

"I'll pick you up at 8 o'clock," announced Fred.

"Fred, wait..." but before Claire could protest Fred had hung up. The curvy redhead stared at the phone in her hand in shock. What had she just agreed to?

"Who was that?" called Danny from the lounge.

Claire froze, suddenly feeling guilty. "Um... wrong number."

***

True to his word, Fred arrived at Claire's house at 8am the next morning.

Fortunately, Danny had already left for the day so Claire was alone. The stunning redhead greeted Fred at the door wearing the same outfit she'd worn the first day she'd met Fred, back when she was the one selling lingerie. The curvy goddess was wearing a cream business suit consisting of a fitted jacket and mini-dress. Her long, slender legs were bare and she wore matching cream stiletto heels to complete the outfit. Claire figured that if she was going to help Fred sell lingerie she might as well be as professional as possible about it.

"You look amazing Claire," breathed Fred in awe as he took in the sight of her astonishing figure. The combination of her incredible long legs, large breasts and firm round bum was out of this world. "You're going to make me a hell of a lot of money."

"What?" asked Claire with a slight frown.

"I mean, we're going to sell truckloads of brassieres today," Fred quickly replied.

Claire gave a relieved smile. "Now remember, after the... er... incident, I'm not really allowed to work for Funky Lady, so we have to keep this a secret."

Fred nodded. "Don't worry, it's our little secret. You're doing me a huge favour Claire."

"I'm happy to help. So what's the plan?"

Fred started to lead Claire down to the path to his car. "I've got a really big appointment lined up first," he explained. "Mrs Thompson at 63 Pine Avenue. Her daughter is getting married in a couple of months so I'm hoping to sell her enough lingerie for the entire bridal party. Plus maybe a few little extras for the hen party."

"It sounds promising." Claire's short dress slid up her sleek thighs a fair way as she got into the car.

Fred reached over and gave Claire's bare knee a friendly pat. "Thanks again for agreeing to help Claire."

"My pleasure," she replied. Claire was actually feeling pretty good about helping out Fred now, her initial reluctance almost completely gone. He seemed like he was genuinely trying hard to make his new sales job a success, and Claire knew first-hand just how hard that could be. Even though Claire was currently unemployed herself, it still felt great to be able to help someone else out.


Claire & The Salesman



Fred drove them across town, parking right outside 63 Pine Avenue. Claire helped him pull his two large suitcases of products out of the back seat and lug them up to the door. He knocked confidently, winking at Claire as they waited for an answer.

The door opened and a man about Fred's age greeted them. He had curly grey hair and a beer belly that rivalled even Fred's in size. The man was wearing a pair of faded, grubby looking blue jeans and a green woollen jumper that had holes worn in the elbows and looked as though it should have been thrown away years ago.

"Hello. I'm Fred from Funky Lady and this is my sales assistant Claire. We've got an appointment with Anna Thompson?" Fred sounded very professional as he greeted the man.

"Anna?" said the man; he had a hoarse, throaty voice as if he was a regular smoker. "She's not here sorry. She had to go out of town and isn't due back until tomorrow."

Claire's heart fell. She felt so sorry for poor Fred. The buxom redhead had been sure that today was going to be Fred's lucky day, and he had been so optimistic about his chances for this appointment that the cancellation would probably crush him.

"That's a shame," said Fred, he didn't sound too upset though, at least not like Claire was expecting. "We'll have to show you through the catalogue instead then."

The man glanced over at Claire, taking in her substantial bosom. "Okay then," he agreed.

Claire was a little taken aback at the change of plans, but nevertheless she followed Fred and the other older man inside the house. She was a little nervous as the last time she'd shown lingerie to a man it hadn't worked out too well. She would have felt a lot better if the man's wife had been home.

Once they were inside, Claire was pleased to see that Fred remembered to start by giving Mr Thompson a catalogue.

"Funky Lady specialises in high quality lingerie and also a selection of adult products," explained Fred, further impressing Claire with his professionalism. "I understand that your daughter is getting married soon Mr Thompson?"

"Call me Alan," the gruff voiced man replied. "Yeah, Alice is getting married in June."

"Excellent," replied Fred. "I believe that your wife was intending to look at a few items for the bridal party. Do you know what size Alice was? And the rest of the bridesmaids?"

Alan looked over at Claire. "They're like her," he said, gesturing with cupped hands over his own chest as he nodded suggestively at Claire's expansive bust. Claire blinked in surprise at his crudeness, she also thought it was a rather strange way to describe your daughter.

"Perfect," Fred said with a broad grin. "My assistant Claire here can model the products for you so you'll know exactly what they will look like."

Claire felt a little nervous, even though she'd known this moment was coming. "Is there anything in particular you like the look of?" Claire asked Alan, nodding towards the catalogue in his right hand.

"Um," Alan flicked through a couple of pages and then pointed to a picture of a slender blonde wearing a white satin bra and thong, complete with white stockings and suspenders. "That looks like a good one for the bride."

Claire nodded in agreement and turned to Fred. He passed her a handful of white lace.

"Er, where can I get changed?" asked Claire.

Alan shrugged, "you can use the bathroom if you want, it's the second door on the right."

Claire nodded and headed off down the hallway and into the bathroom. A couple of minutes later she popped her head out the door. "Fred, can I please see you in here for a moment."

Fred nodded and hurried down the hall and into the bathroom. His eyes went wide as he saw that Claire had already changed into the lingerie. She looked amazing as always, her fabulously large breasts immediately catching Fred's gaze, the dark circles of her nipples clearly visible through the lace cups of her bra and she was still wearing her high-heels, making her magnificent legs look even longer. It was a sight that he would never get tired of seeing.

"Wow," Fred whispered as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. "You look smoking hot Claire."

Claire however didn't seem convinced. "This is the wrong set!" she hissed anxiously, keeping her voice low so Alan wouldn't be able to hear them.

Fred waved away her complaint. "Don't worry about it, it's fine. Great in fact."

Claire frowned. "I think it's the same lingerie you had me try on yesterday."

"Don't worry, he won't notice a thing," Fred assured her, reaching out and stroking her bare shoulder in an attempt to reassure her.

"There aren't any stockings either," complained Claire. "This is nothing like the set he picked out of the catalogue!"

"Trust me. It's fine," repeated Fred, pushing open the door and putting an arm around Claire's waist, guiding her back into the lounge where Alan was waiting for them.

"Fucking hell!" murmured Alan when he caught sight of Claire. The man's mouth dropped open as he stared in wonder at her glorious, lingerie clad figure. Clearly the picture in the catalogue was the last thing on the old guy's mind.

Claire tensed as she felt Fred's hand slip down from her waist and stroke across her smooth, peachy buttocks. His hand must have slipped.

"It's a wonderful set, isn't it?" said Fred. "An excellent selection Mr Thompson."

Alan nodded mutely in agreement, his eyes hungrily roving over Claire's curves.

Fred gave Claire's bum a quick squeeze of reassurance, "the lace is exquisite quality," Fred explained, reaching up with his free hand and stroking the lace on the lower side of Claire's right bra cup. His touch caused her boob to well up a little, deepening her impressive cleavage even further.

"Have a feel of the lace," urged Fred as he guided Claire forward so that she was standing directly in front of Alan.

The old guy swallowed and reached up, his fingers tracing over Claire's panty-clad mound and then down along her smooth, bare thigh. "Smooth," he whispered in agreement.

"Now, I know what you're thinking," said Fred, letting go of Claire's boob and holding up a hand.

Alan looked up in expectantly; it didn't really look like he'd been thinking about anything much at all, other than the sight of Claire's sensational body.

"Claire's breasts are very firm and they may not appear to need much support, but I can assure you that the Funky Lady brassiere provides excellent underwire support," explained Fred.

"Okay," nodded Alan, seemingly taking Fred at his word. Alan's eyes were wide as he looked up at Claire's big knockers in open admiration.

Claire breathed a smile sigh of relief, remembering that when she'd told Fred the same thing, back when she'd been the saleswoman, he hadn't believed her, and she'd been forced to let him touch her bare breasts to assess their firmness.

"Perhaps you need to see Claire's breasts without a bra to make a comparison," Fred offered.

Claire frowned. Fred hadn't needed to make that offer, the silly man. Nevertheless, with a defeated sigh, she reached behind her back and unclasped the bra. Her vast boobs spilled free, barely sagging at all and jutting out impressively from her chest. They were lightly freckled and topped by small stiff nipples.

Both Alan and Fred moaned at the sight of the tall redhead's spectacular bare breasts, startling Claire a little with their reactions.

Fred didn't waste a second, his hand reaching up and cupping one of Claire's ample melons and giving it a firm squeeze. "As you can see, Claire's breasts are very firm and require only minimal support, but I can assure you that the bra is very comfortable, isn't it Claire?"

Claire winced as Fred gave her tit an extra hard squeeze, the firm flesh welling up between his groping fingers as he sunk them deep into the round globe. "Yes. It's very comfortable," she managed to stammer as Fred rubbed his thumb across her nipple.

"Go on," urged Fred, letting go of Claire's boob and pushing her closer towards their still seated customer. "Have a feel for yourself Alan."

Alan gave a small moan under his breath as Claire leant forwards over the chair he was sitting on, her heavy breasts falling right in front of his face. The overweight fellow licked his lips and reached up, cupping both of Claire's big tits, one in each hand.

Claire bit her lip as she let Alan have a good feel of her breasts. He gave several appreciative moans as he squeezed and groped the busty redhead's wonderful rack, rolling the ample spheres around in his palms and then pinching her nipples.

"So? What do you think?" asked Fred over Claire's shoulder, watching as Alan eagerly massaged Claire's firm jugs in his hands. "Can I put you down for a set?"

Alan nodded, causing Claire to gasp as he gave her nipples a little twist. "Yeah, I'll grab a set."

"Excellent," said Fred. "Now... how about something for the bridesmaids?"

As Fred held the catalogue out and flipped through a few pages, Alan turned his head and craned his neck to look at the other man's suggestions, but he didn't once let go of Claire's tits. The redhead frowned awkwardly as Alan continued to squeeze and fondle her expansive breasts while browsing the catalogue.

"How about that set?" suggested Fred, nodding towards one of the pages.

"Okay, let's see her in it then," agreed Alan, finally releasing Claire's big tits with great reluctance.

Claire, a little out of breath from the thorough groping she'd just endured, was bundled off to the bathroom with another handful of lingerie to get changed into.

This time it was a lacy black bra and g-string with an ultra-short, silky, black skirt that barely covered her arse. Once again the quality wasn't as good as Claire remembered from her time at Funky Lady, but hopefully Alan wouldn't notice.

Claire returned, wearing the black lingerie, to see that Fred and Alan were now sitting side by side on the couch. As she approached them she heard Alan let out a small murmur of awe at the sight of her.

"Another excellent selection," said Fred, gesturing for Claire to come closer. She approached tentatively, standing directly in front of the couch.

Fred and Alan suddenly both reached for Claire. The redhead gave a startled yelp as she was pulled down onto the couch, and stretched face-down over the two men's laps.

Fred gestured over towards Claire's bum, which was facing upwards over Alan's knees. "As you can see, this set comes with a sexy little skirt, which is made of the softest silk money can buy."

Claire felt Alan's hand on her arse. "It is soft," he murmured, rubbing his hand across the back of her skirt and over the curve of her buttocks. Claire felt the back of the little skirt flipped up and then Alan's hand ran across her bare buttocks, her entire bum pretty much exposed with just a skimpy g-string to cover her modesty. Alan squeezed Claire's right buttock.

"Roll over Claire, so Mr Thompson can see the panties better," instructed Fred. "There's not a lot of material on that side."

Claire rolled onto her back and looked up at Fred. She could feel something hard pressing against her bottom, something in Alan's lap.

"Have a feel of the panties Mr Thompson," urged Fred.

Alan didn't have to be told twice. Claire bit her lower lip as he the grey haired man pushed up the front of her skirt and ran one hand across her panty-clad mound. The beautiful redhead's eyes went wide as his hand pressed up between her thighs, cupping her crotch.

"It's very nice as well," said Alan as he ran his hand down over Claire's bare thighs.

As their customer explored Claire's thighs and crotch, Fred's hands absently dropped down to squeeze Claire's breasts through her bra. The busty redhead frowned as the salesman groped and tweaked her breasts through the black lace. She thought it was Alan who was supposed to be testing out the lingerie, not Fred.

Claire gave a small whimper as she felt Alan stroking her pussy with two fingers. His hands were still on the outside of her panties, but the way he was caressing her through the lace was quite distracting.

Fred leant down towards Claire, the whiff of his unpleasant breath causing her to wrinkle her nose. "I'm thinking it might be a good time to show him Erecto-sure," said Fred. "Does he have an erection at the moment?"

Clarie frowned. She could definitely feel something poking into her arse. "I think so," she replied, somewhat uncertainly.

"Reach down and check," suggested Fred.

Claire paused for a moment, it seemed a bit forward to put her hand between Mr Thompson's legs, but then again, his hand was still busy between her own toned thighs, so he probably wouldn't mind.

Claire reached underneath her prone body, slipping her hand down into Alan's lap. The plump older man gave a groan as she cupped his bulging crotch through his jeans. Just to be sure, Claire gave his cock a squeeze. It was definitely hard.

"He's hard," Claire whispered to Fred who was still pinching her nipples through her lacy bra.

Fred grinned, "perfect." He turned to Alan. "You may not be aware that Funky Lady also offers a wide range of adult accessories, such as massage lotions, sexual lubricants and erotic toys," explained Fred. "I understand from your wife that you're also after something fun for the hen's night and bachelor party?"

Alan shrugged, his hand still busy between Claire's legs.

"I've got the perfect thing," said Fred, reaching into the case beside him and pulling out a tube of cream and reading from the label on the back. "This is Erecto-sure. An organic cream that not only guarantees a long-lasting erection, but also helps you get it up again afterwards and makes your load bigger."

Claire frowned; she didn't remember the Erecto-sure having a white label and the description that Fred had read from the packaging didn't quite sound how she remembered it. She also wasn't sure why they'd want it at a hen's night or a bachelor party.

Mr Thompson sounded convinced though. "That really sounds useful," he replied, clearly intrigued.

"Would you like to see it in action?" asked Fred. "Claire will show you how to apply the cream, or if you're not comfortable she can put it on my cock."

"No, no, use mine," said Alan quickly.

"Fine," agreed Fred, sounding disappointed.

Claire took the cream from Fred and climbed off the men's laps and then knelt down in front of Alan. She was pleased for Fred that Alan had agreed to use his own penis, as she knew they were much more likely to get a sale if he experienced it for himself rather than just watched it being used on Fred.

She reached up and unzipped Alan's jeans, then reached into his fly and pulled out his already hard cock. Alan gave a small moan of pleasure as she gently stroked it with her soft hand. His dick was quite short, but rather thick, and was already trembling and erect.

Claire squeezed some of the cream out of the tube of Erecto-sure and began to rub into Alan's stubby cock and hairy balls with her soft hands.

"Oh God!" groaned the middle aged man as the gorgeous, busty redhead stroked his cock.

"Does that feel good?" asked Claire as she slowly wanked his cock, her large breasts jiggling in her lacy black bra as her gentle hand slid up and down Alan's stiff prick.

"Fucking amazing!" gasped Alan, wriggling back in the couch as she masturbated him.

"You can see that the Erecto-sure has made your cock completely hard," noted Claire as her other hand began to fondle his sensitive testicles.

"Uh!" grunted Alan, his hips jerking on the couch.

Claire's eyes went wide as Alan suddenly lurched on the couch and a thick spurt of cum rocketed from the tip of his cock. The middle aged man gave a throaty groan as his load fountained up into the air, almost catching Claire in the face before splattering down over his protruding belly. Alan gave another more subdued groan as Claire continued to stroke his cock, milking out his sticky load.

"Wow, that's a lot of cum," announced Claire as the last few dribbles oozed from the trembling tip of Alan's cock and ran down over her hand as she squeezed his softening prick. Truthfully she'd seen much bigger loads, but she didn't want to spoil Fred's potential sale.

"Nicely done Mr Thompson," said Fred who was still sitting beside him on the couch. "Claire's now going to help demonstrate the restorative properties of the Erecto-sure cream."

Claire blinked up at Fred, not sure what he meant.

"Suck him hard again," instructed Fred with an exasperated frown.

"Oh, right," replied Claire, frowning herself as she hesitantly regarded Alan's cock, which was still in her cum-covered hand. It was now completely soft, like a chubby little worm, the tip sticky with his spent sperm. Because of his large belly she wasn't even sure she'd be able to get her mouth at the short little organ.

"Hurry up," urged Fred when Claire looked up at him again.

Claire nodded and sighed in resignation. She pushed apart Alan's thighs and tilted her head, leaning right in beneath the shelf of his beer belly to get her mouth at his flaccid penis. Her tongue darted out, lapping at the tip and tasting the strong, salty musk of Alan's cum. His jism didn't taste as bad as she'd been expecting, only faintly unpleasant.

Alan gave another moan as Claire's tongue again licked around the head of his cock. She then reached up and pushed his stomach up out of her way as best as she could, pressing her face in towards his groin to capture the diminutive length of his entire shaft inside her warm mouth. Alan groaned as Claire started to suckle on his soft prick, bobbing her head slightly as she worked his spongy glans with her lips and tongue, using all of her oral skills in an attempt to get him hard again as quickly as possible.

"That's nice," whispered Alan, patting the top of Claire's head and stroking her soft red hair as she sucked him off.

Claire shifted her mouth lower, swiping her tongue over Alan's hairy scrotum and slurping on his balls, using the tip of her tongue to gently tease each wrinkled testicle in turn, before returning her sucking mouth to his still limp penis. She gave a moan of mock pleasure, pretending to be enjoying the taste of the Erecto-sure cream as she blew the chubby, middle aged man.

"How's it going?" asked Fred impatiently after Claire had been sucking on Alan's penis for several fruitless minutes.

Alan shrugged. "I don't think it works."

"Sure it does," replied Fred. He sounded a little annoyed. "Claire, are you doing it right?"

Claire gave a muffled reply and nodded around her mouthful of cock and then redoubled her efforts, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked forcefully on Alan's drooping penis.

For the next half hour Claire sucked away like a professional, using every trick she could think of to try and get the man hard. After the first ten minutes she'd taken her bra off and had him play with her big tits while she slurped and sucked at his balls and shaft, but even that had failed to inspire even the slightest thickening of his flabby, lifeless prick.

Finally she was forced to admit defeat and lifted her head from the portly man's lap, her tongue and jaw aching from the effort of her unproductive cock-sucking. She was too embarrassed to meet Fred's eyes; she hated to think that he might lose a sale because of her.

While the humbled redhead went to get dressed, Fred concluded business with Alan, working out his final order and taking a small handful of cash from him. At least he was still buying some lingerie from what little Claire could tell.

Alan gave Claire a farewell peck on the cheek and a quick squeeze on her bum as she was leaving and then she followed Fred silently back to the car, still feeling horrible about her failure.

"I just don't understand it," said Fred once they were both sitting in the car, still out front of the Thompson's house. "That cream always works."




Claire & The Salesman



Claire wasn't sure what to say. "I don't understand it either," she lamely agreed. She couldn't remember the last time she'd failed to get someone hard using her mouth. With or without Erecto-sure.

"Were you doing it right?" asked Fred.

Claire shrugged. "I think so," she replied, doubting herself.

"Hmm..." Fred grumbled. To Claire's surprise he reached down and unzipped his pants and pulled out his small, unattractive cock. "Show me what you did."

"Um...okay," agreed Claire somewhat uncertainly. She looked down at Fred's cock and saw to her surprise that he was semi-erect already. "Should I use the cream?"

"Um, yeah whatever," replied Fred. "It's in the back."

Claire nodded and unfastened her seatbelt, leaning across to the back of the car to retrieve the tube of Erecto-sure. As she pulled out the cream she felt Fred's hand slide across her arse, squeezing her bum through her skirt.

Erecto-sure in hand, Claire sat back in the car seat and turned towards Fred. He moaned softly in appreciation as she reached across and started to rub the cream into his cock and balls. Claire couldn't help but feel relief as she felt him rapidly stiffen in her hand, quickly growing fully erect. Perhaps she hadn't lost her touch after all.

"Is that alright?" asked Claire as she started to toss him off in her soft hand, her palm gliding smoothly up and down Fred's hard shaft, the cream acting as a lubricant.

"Yeah, that's good," replied Fred, his breathing sounding shallow. Claire's hand was a blur over his cock, rapidly pumping his erection. As she'd done with Alan, she reached over and started to stroked the tight sack of Fred's balls with her other hand, quickly and skilfully working him towards climax.

"I'm almost there," moaned Fred after a few minutes of vigorous wanking. "Use your mouth so we don't make a mess of the car."

Claire obligingly bent over Fred's lap and plunged her mouth down over the head of his erection. At the touch of her mouth, Fred grunted and lurched in the driver's seat and his cock started to spurt.

He cried out in pleasure as he bucked his hips up and squirted his load into Claire's hot, sucking mouth. Claire worked her hand on the lower part of his shaft, tossing him into her mouth until his shudders had subsided. 

She then swallowed down his rank, salty load. "Was that okay?" she asked once she'd forced it all down her throat.

"That was perfect," replied Fred, his forehead beaded with sweat. "Now see if you can get me hard again with your mouth."

Claire nodded determinedly. This was the real test, and there was no way she was going to fail twice in one day.

The motivated beauty dipped her head back into Fred's lap and captured his spent cock between her pursed lips, sucking him into her mouth. Fred gave a groan as the busty beauty began to slurp on his flaccid organ. He slid one hand underneath her and into her business jacket to palm her heavy breasts through her blouse as she blew him.

The busty redhead doggedly used every trick she knew to get him hard again. She licked and nibbled, slurped and sucked, and completely threw herself into the blowjob with great gusto. She even took his craggy, grey-haired testicles into her mouth one by one and sucked tenderly on them, determined to succeed.

Finally, after ten minutes of bathing his genitals with her tongue and mouth, she was rewarded with a trembling, stiff penis.

Claire popped her mouth up off Fred's hard cock and looked victoriously up at him. "It worked! You're hard."

Fred smiled down at Claire. "Good job." 

Without another word he pushed Claire's face back down into his lap, his hard cock spearing between her soft lips and sliding across her tongue, pushing deep into the back of her mouth. Claire gagged slightly at the sudden intrusion, but she agreeably resumed sucking his cock. After all, it wouldn't be fair to get him hard again and then leave him untended.

Tired from her marathon oral session with Alan, and the efforts to revive Fred following his first orgasm, Claire was actually grateful when he eventually grabbed hold of the top of her head and started to fuck her face. 

The panting middle aged salesman moaned as he rocked Claire's head in his lap, his hard cock sliding deep into the back of her throat. On each down-thrust, Claire found her face pushed into his grey pubes, and she had to force herself to ignore the disagreeable odour of sweat coming from his crotch and all the while continue to pretend to be enthusiastic about sucking his cock.

"Oh, yes. That's good!" groaned Fred as his cock was repeated jammed into the back of Claire's mouth.

Suddenly, without warning, Fred bucked in his seat and his cock ejaculated wildly into Claire's tight, hot mouth. Fred rocked forward in his seat, holding tight onto the top of Claire's head and pushing her down roughly into his lap as he unloaded his distasteful spunk over her tongue, filling her mouth for a second time.

"Oh yes!" grunted Fred as Claire swallowed his foul ejaculation, her mouth popping off his cock as soon as he released her head.

"Was that okay?" asked Claire anxiously, grimacing as she swallowed the last remnants of his cum that lingered in her mouth.

"That was perfect babe," replied Fred. He glanced down at his cock. "You missed a drop."

Claire gave a small sigh and bent over, swirling her tongue around the head of Fred's cock and licking up the small dribble of sperm that was leaking from the slit at the end of his softening dick.

Fred zipped up and then drove Claire home, humming happily to himself. Fortunately it was still the middle of the day so Danny wasn't home to see Fred give Claire a kiss on the cheek goodbye while squeezing her breasts beneath her jacket.

"I'm sorry things didn't quite go as expected with Mr Thompson," said Claire as she was getting out of Fred's car.

"That's okay," replied Fred. "I'm sure we'll have better luck tomorrow," he added as she pushed the car door shut.

Claire blinked in surprise, but didn't have time to ask him what he meant by tomorrow as he was already driving off.

***

Sure enough, the next day, Fred once again arrived at Claire's house at 8am.

Claire was wearing a low-cut, emerald-green coloured mini-dress that hugged her curves enticingly, with a matching linen jacket. Remembering the poor quality lingerie that Fred had asked her to model yesterday, she'd actually found a set of Funky Lady lingerie that she'd bought for herself back when she was working for the company. It was a deep ruby-red bra and thong set, complete with matching red stockings and suspenders. The lingerie was in fact the very first set that Claire had modelled for Fred, back when the she'd been trying to sell to him.

"You look sensational Claire," complemented Fred when she greeted him at her front door.

"Thanks Fred," she replied. She had been intending to tell him that she couldn't help him with his lingerie sales today, but now that she was face to face with him, she just didn't have the heart to let him down. For some reason the old guy reminded her of a lost puppy-dog, and after her failure yesterday she didn't want to let him down again.

"I've got another great appointment lined up for us today," explained Fred as Claire followed him down her garden path to where his car was waiting. "Ms Candy White, 123 Beech St."

Claire nodded. "Okay. Are you sure she'll be home? We don't want to be stuck trying to sell to her husband like yesterday."

"Don't worry, she's divorced, so no danger of that," replied Fred.

Claire breathed a silent sigh of relief.

It was a ten minute drive to Beech Street, and as soon as they arrived, Claire helped Fred lug the two cases of merchandise up the path to Ms White's front door. Claire was a little surprised to hear blaring rock music from inside the house. 

Fred banged on the door and the music stopped. The door swung open and a tall, lanky teenager wearing a pair of faded jeans and a plain white t-shirt greeted them. He looked to be around eighteen or nineteen and had longish, greasy hair hanging from beneath a black cap.

Fred didn't seem in the least bit phased that it clearly wasn't Candy White at the door. "Hello, is Ms White home?"

The teenager shook his head. "Nope," he replied with a grunt.

"Ah, I see..." replied Fred. "You're her...?"

"She's my mum," he replied.

"Oh, you're Dylan?" said Fred, again surprising Claire yet again. How did he know her son's name?

The teenager shook his head. "Nah, I'm Andy. Dylan's watching TV."

"Will your mother be home soon?" asked Fred.

Andy shook his head. "Not 'til this evening."

"That's a shame," replied Fred. "We'll just have to show you through the catalogue instead."

Claire's mouth fell open in surprise. Was Fred really suggesting they show this young man through a lingerie catalogue? Claire had a fair idea of what most teenage boys did with a lingerie catalogue...and it wasn't buying bras for their mothers!

Andy smirked as he looked over at Claire, taking in the breath-taking curves beneath her clingy green mini-dress and long, slender legs. "Fine by me." Claire immediately wished she'd worn something a little more conservative.

As Andy pulled the door wide to let them in, Claire leant over and whispered in Fred's ear. "No Erecto-sure today!" she hissed insistently. Her jaw was still a little tired from yesterday, and she was pretty sure that Danny wouldn't be too happy if she made those blowjob demonstrations a regular habit.

Fred hesitated a moment before agreeing. "Fine."

Claire apprehensively followed Andy and Fred inside the house and into the lounge. Lying on the couch watching TV was young man who looked a year or two older than Andy. He was shorter and chubbier than his younger brother and had a patchy looking goatee on the bottom of his chin. Claire realised suddenly that Fred would be expecting her to model underwear in front of these two young men, and she wasn't sure how she felt about that. Hopefully Fred would keep his promise and the Erecto-sure would stay in the case.

"Who're they?" asked Dylan, sitting up on the couch and looking at Claire in particular with interest.

Andy shrugged, but Fred expertly took the lead, handing both young men a Funky Lady catalogue.

"Good morning gentlemen," he greeted them. "I'm Fred from Funky Lady, and this is my sales assistant Claire. Funky Lady specialises in high quality lingerie as well as a selection of unique adult products."

Andy looked disinterested, whilst his older brother Dylan looked confused. "You're trying to sell us women's lingerie?"

Fred smiled patiently. "Your mother actually made this appointment, but I'm sure if your bear with me you'll see plenty that interests you."

Dylan still looked doubtful, but nevertheless he started flicking through the catalogue.

Claire's stomach was fluttering nervously. She wondered if she should tell Fred that this was probably a waste of time, but he seemed so confident and professional that she didn't want to interrupt him.

"Do you see anything you like the look of?" Fred asked Dylan. Andy was still standing by the door, not even glancing at the catalogue that Fred had given him.

Dylan glanced down at a picture of a stunning young blonde wearing a lacy teddy and stiletto heels. "It all looks pretty hot to me," admitted the older and chubbier of the two brothers.

"I realise that it's pretty hard to choose from looking at pictures, so Claire here is happy to model anything you like the look of," offered Fred.

This seemed to get Andy's attention. "You mean she'll strip of like those chicks in the catalogue?" asked the suddenly eager teenager.

Fred nodded. "Which set would you like to see?"

Andy shrugged. "Fucking any of them."

Claire stepped over to Fred and whispered in his ear. "I'm wearing the red set right now." She didn't particularly fancy getting into the cheap lingerie that Fred had given her to model the previous couple of times.

Fred looked back at her in surprise, his gaze dropping down to look at her long, red-stockinged legs. He then tore his gaze away and turned back to the two young brothers. "Fortunately Claire's wearing that red set on the fourth page already."

Andy grinned. "Fucking excellent! Let's see it then."

"Is there somewhere I can get changed?" asked Claire.

Dylan frowned. "I thought he said you already had it on?"

"Oh, of course," replied Claire. For some reason she felt more awkward stripping off her clothes in front of the two young men rather than getting undressed in private and then returning in her lingerie.

Claire swallowed nervously and reached behind her back for the zip on the back of her dress. The two young men became very quiet as they heard the sound of the zipper sliding down, and Andy came closer, walking in to sit on the couch beside his brother.

Claire let her green dress fall forwards off her shoulders and slide down the curves of her body to pool at her feet. 

Andy and Dylan both sighed in wonder at the sight of Claire's lingerie-clad body. Her dark nipples were clearly visible through the intricate lace of the bra and there was the small dark patch of her pubic mound discernible through her tiny red g-string. She was still wearing her high heels, which made her fabulously long legs look brilliant in the sheer red stockings, complete with suspender belt and garters.

"Holy fucking shit," whispered Andy at the sight of gorgeous redhead.

"It's quite a set," agreed Fred. From his position standing just behind Claire he could see the firm round cheeks of her arse, delightfully framed by her g-string. "Spin around and show them the back, Claire," he instructed.

Claire turned, giving the two brothers an eyeful of her pert round posterior.

"Fuck me," breathed Andy. Dylan was silent in his admiration but didn't take his eyes of Claire's remarkable body.

"Claire, why don't you sit down on the couch there, so they can get a closer look at the product," suggested Fred, pointing to the couch where the two lads were sitting.

"Err, okay," agreed Claire. As she approached the couch, the two young men quickly shifted apart to give her room and she sat between them.

"The lace is incredibly smooth, you should feel it," advised Fred.

Andy was the first to react to the suggestion, reaching up and cautiously stroking the lace cup of Claire's bra with the tips of his fingers. Claire tensed slightly as Andy ran his fingertips over the curve of her right breast, his fingers lightly brushing over her nipple and causing her to bite her lip.

Dylan was bolder, sliding his hand over Claire's hip and cupping her crotch brazenly through her panties. Claire gasped at his audacity.

"You're right, it's silky smooth," remarked Dylan. Claire could feel his fingers applying pressure, pushing right up between her legs as he felt her pussy through the sheer lace. She felt incredibly uncomfortable at the young man's intimate touching, but tried to remind herself that he was just trying to gauge the softness of her panties.

Andy ran his fingers across to Claire's other breast, this time cupping the ample mound with his palm and giving it a gentle squeeze through her bra. "Is the catch on the back easy to work?" he asked Fred. "I often have trouble getting girls out of their bras."

"Give it a try," Fred encouraged him.

Claire leant forward to let Andy get at the catch on back of her bra and Dylan reluctantly extracted his hand from between her silken thighs.

Andy took hold of the bra and unfastened the three little hooks at the back, letting it fall open. As he pulled away her bra, Dylan put a hand on Claire's shoulder and pulled her upright so they could get a look at her impressive naked tits.

"Wow, nice tits," murmured Dylan as he peered at the topless redhead with great interest. Claire's jugs looked even bigger unfettered by her red bra. The vast melons were round and high on her chest, topped by nipples that had already stiffened in the cool air.

"It came off easily," noted Andy, tossing Claire's bra away out of reach.

"This might be an excellent moment for you to try this," announced Fred, interrupting the two staring young men and handing Dylan a small bottle.

Dylan frowned at the bottle. "Nipplicious?"

"It's cherry-flavoured nipple drops," explained Fred. "Makes nipples more sensitive. I'd suggest you apply it to just one of Claire's nipples so you can compare the taste and sensitivity to the other one."

Dylan swallowed and looked back at Claire's breasts.

"If that's something that would interest you of course," added Fred with a knowing smile.

"Hell yes," replied Dylan. He opened the bottle and pulled out of the dropper. With his other hand he reached out and took hold of Claire's ample right breast, giving it a squeeze. "I just put a drop on her nipple?"

Fred nodded. 

Dylan grinned and rubbed his thumb across Claire's already stiff nipple, licking his lips in anticipation. He then carefully applied a couple of drops of the Nippilicious to her nipple.

"Oh! That's cold!" gasped Claire, she never got used to that despite having had it applied to her breasts several times in the past.

Dylan nodded towards his brother. "You try that side first Andy, then we'll swap."

"Oh my!" gasped Claire as both young men leant down and slurped her nipples into their mouths. The busty red head gave a small moan as they started to suckle on her generous breasts.

Their techniques were surprisingly different. Andy used mainly his tongue, licking and flicking her nipple gently as his hand squeezed at the underside of her heavy breast. Dylan, on the other hand, was much more rough and eager, pressing his entire face right into Claire's big tit and feasting hungrily. Several times Claire gasped as she felt the rough scrape of Dylan's teeth as he practically gnawed at her cherry flavoured tit.

After a few minutes, Dylan gave Claire's nipple a final lick and then sat up. "How was that?" he asked as Andy also relinquished her left breast with a final slurp and squeeze.

"Um, that was great," replied Claire rather breathlessly. She was feeling a little overwhelmed at having the two young men attached to her breasts at the same time. "The right side definitely felt nicer," she added, quickly remembering which breast had had the Nipplicious applied to it.

"Probably my superior technique," Dylan joked to his brother as they swapped sides.

"Whatever," grunted Andy sourly as he sat down on the other side of Claire and reached for her right breast.

Once again, the two young men dived down and took Claire's ample breasts in their mouths. Claire moaned as Andy tenderly slid his tongue over her hard right nipple while Dylan bit down on her left, the brothers happily gobbling at her big knockers with their mouths.

Claire gasped as she felt a hand slide up the inside of her left thigh, she glanced down to see Dylan's hand move between her thighs, once again cupping the mound of her pussy. She was even more shocked when his hand slipped inside the waistband of her red panties and his probing fingers stroked through the neatly trimmed red pubic hair above her pussy.

"Um, I'm not sure that's appropriate Dylan!" gasped Claire in protest as Dylan's fingertips crudely brushed down along the slit of her slightly moist pussy.

Andy lifted his head off Claire's right breast and was surprised to see his brother's hand stuffed down the front of Claire's thong.

"Actually Claire," interrupted Fred. "This might be the ideal time to show the boys Pussylicious."

"What's Pussylicious?" asked Dylan who had also lifted his head up from Claire's breasts, but still had his hand down inside her panties, his fingers working at her sex, seemingly unconcerned by her earlier complaint.

Fred held up the new bottle. "It makes any pussy taste fantastic, plus it increases sensitivity. Guaranteed oragasms boys."




Claire & The Salesman



"We'll orgasm from licking her cunt?" asked Andy, sounding doubtful.

Fred chuckled at this. "No. She'll have an orgasm."

"Let's give it a go," said Dylan, extracting his hand from Claire's g-string and reaching out to take the bottle of Pussylicious from Fred.

Knowing exactly what was coming, Claire bent down and peeled off her g-string, lifting her hips up off the couch as she pushed it down past her thighs and let it drop to her ankles where she kicked it out of the way.

Claire then lay back on the sofa and opened her slender, stocking-covered legs, exposing her pussy.

"You should have a good taste first," recommended Fred. "So you can compare before and after using the Pussylicious."

"I'll go first," said Dylan, pushing past his young brother to kneel in front of Claire's spread legs. Claire gave a small moan as the young man buried his face between her lithe thighs and swiped his tongue up the length of her slit.

"She's already wet," remarked Dylan before dipping his head back down and licking and nibbling his way over the lips of her cunt and flicking his tongue over her clit. Claire gave another groan as he sucked on her clit and reached up, sliding a finger up inside her snatch. Dylan's pussy licking technique was much like his nipple sucking; rough and eager.

After a couple of minutes, Andy impatiently tapped his brother on shoulder. "Stop hogging her, it's my turn."

Dylan reluctantly gave up his place as the younger of the two brothers took his place between Claire's legs. The busty redhead was actually quite eager to feel Andy's tongue on her cunt after experiencing his tender oral assault on her nipples earlier.

"Oh!" gasped Claire as Andy's tongue licked it's way up the length of her wet pussy. Claire gasped in sudden pleasure as the teenager rubbed his face into her pussy, his nose nuzzling her clit and the stubble on his chin tickling the lips of her pussy. He was very good, almost as good as old Mr Sharma who had treated his cunninglingus almost like a religion, back when Claire had worked at the charity shop with him.

Dylan only let his brother eat her out for about thirty seconds before he pulled him out of the way and started to apply the Pussylicious. Claire gave a small, slightly disappointed sigh at the absence of Andy's agile tongue.

"You seem pretty sensitive already," remarked Dylan as he applied several cold drops of Pussylicious to the moist lips of her vagina, causing Claire to gasp and bite her lower lip.

Dylan immediately bent back down to his task, his tongue worming it's way into Claire's wet cunt as he feasted eagerly on her soaking pussy.

"Oh Dylan!" squeaked Claire as he flicked her clit with his thumb as his tongue pushed into her slit, causing her to gasp in pleasure. Her cry was only half faked. Actually more like a quarter.

While Dylan feasted on the redhead's delicious cunt, Andy sat down on the couch beside her and lent over to casually resume sucking on her still-hard nipples, adding to Claire's stimulation.

Claire soon didn't need to fake it as she moaned in pleasure at the dual oral efforts of the two young men. She moaned and groaned in pleasure with every nibble, slurp and suck on her clit, cunt and nipples as the brothers worked over her most intimate places with their unexpectedly talented tongues.

After several minutes of their attentions it was too much for Claire. "Oh my God!" screamed Claire as Dylan sucked relentlessly on her clit and Andy lovingly tongued her hard nipples. Claire bucked on the couch, her thighs pressing up around Dylan's face as she cried out in orgasm. "Yesss!" gasped the busty redhead, grinding her pussy up into Dylan's face.

When she'd finally finished cumming, Dylan lifted his face up from between Claire's elegant thighs, an expression of triumph on his face. "I guess we can say that stuff works well," he remarked. Claire saw that across the room Fred was grinning happily too.

"Let me have a try too!" complained Andy. Claire's eyes went wide as the younger brother took Dylan's place between her legs. Was he really going to eat her out again? Didn't they ever get tired?

Claire gave a loud moan as Andy's tongue swirled around her ultra-sensitive clit.

Dylan, meanwhile, had other things on his mind. He held up the bottle of Pussylicious and regarded it thoughtfully. "Does this work on cocks as well?" he asked Fred.

Fred frowned thoughtfully. "I don't see why not, the principle is the same," he replied with a careless shrug as Claire's eyes widened slightly in alarm.

Dylan grinned as he stood up on the couch beside Claire and started to unbutton his jeans. "Have a suck on this first so you can tell me if it tastes better when I put the Pussylicious on it," said Dylan as he pulled out his semi-erect cock. He looked bigger than either Fred or Mr Thompson from the day before, although from the musky whiff of body odour that assaulted Claire's nostrils she assumed he hadn't showered that morning, typical teenager.

With Andy still busy between her legs, Claire turned he head towards Dylan and obligingly let him feed his cock into her warm mouth.

Dylan groaned in pleasure as his cock slid across Claire's tongue and deep into her mouth, the tight seal of her lips sliding down his rapidly hardening shaft. "Oh fuck!" he groaned as his cock was enveloped in Claire's warm mouth. "That feels awesome."

Claire gave a small, muffled moan around her mouthful of cock and began to conscientiously suck on Dylan's erection.

Andy looked up from between Claire's succulent thighs. "Holy shit, she's actually sucking you off?"

"She's got a mouth like a vacuum," replied Dylan, putting his hand on the back of Claire's head and pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. Claire's eyes widened and she moaned in protest as Dylan slowly started to thrust himself into her grudgingly cooperative mouth.

After a few minutes of slowly pumping his prick into the naked redhead's mouth, Dylan pulled out and applied a few drops of the Pussylicious to the head and shaft of his cock. He paused a moment and then applied a couple drops to his testicles as well.

"Lick my balls first," he instructed.

Claire took a deep breath and then swiped her tongue over Dylan's hairy scrotum. Despite the strawberry-flavoured drops, Claire could still taste the rank musk of his sweaty nut sack. Not wanting to lose the sale for Fred however, she moaned in mock delight as she slurped noisily at each of Dylan's testicles, pretending they were the most amazing delicacy she'd tasted.

"That's good," murmured Dylan in appreciation, clearly enjoying the feel of her tongue on his nuts. "Now open your mouth again."

As soon as Claire obliged, Dylan shoved his hard cock back into Claire's tight, wet mouth, then grabbed hold of her long auburn locks and started to keenly fuck her face. Claire gagged slightly at the young man's crude invasion, but she then quickly relaxed her throat and did her best to avoid choking, letting him use her hotly sucking orifice for his pleasure.

It was apparent that Dylan was incredibly turned on at this point, and wouldn't last long inside Claire's talented mouth. His penis was stabbing erratically into the back of her throat and the tight sack of his balls was slapping against her chin as he bottomed out in her mouth. After only a few more moments, with a sudden hoarse groan, Dylan began to spurt down Claire's gullet.

Claire's eyes looked alarmed as she hurriedly started to swallow, gulping down the first few blasts of Dylan's cum and then pulling back so that the final spurts coated her tongue instead of shooting straight down into her belly.

"That was fucking amazing!" groaned Dylan as he stepped down off the couch and watched as Claire noisily swallowed down the remainder of his load.

While Dylan stepped back and collapsed onto a chair, Claire noticed for the first time that Andy was no longer busy between her legs. The lanky teenager had his jeans around his ankles and was busy applying some of the Pussylicious to his own hard cock.

"My turn," he said impatiently, stepping in front of Claire.

The buxom redhead gave a weary sigh and slurped Andy's cock into her mouth. Unlike his brother, Andy was standing on the floor in front of her, not the couch, so she had to lean forward to capture the teenager's hard cock between her lips and swirl her tongue around the end of his todger.

"Shit! You weren't kidding!" groaned Andy as he felt Claire's tight mouth slide down his hard cock. The busty redhead's hands slipped around the back of Andy's thighs pulling him in towards her as she started to bob her mouth up and down over his cock.

Unlike Dylan, Andy's cock tasted clean and recently washed, and Claire gave a moan of appreciation at that fact as she sucked noisily on the rigid organ. The younger brother's penis was also a little longer, so deep throating him would be more of a challenge, although the hard prick was not quite as wide as Dylan's thick shaft had been.

"Fuck! That's incredible," breathed Andy, closing his eyes and luxuriating in the sensations of Claire's skilfully sucking mouth. Unlike his older brother, Andy wasn't trying to face-fuck the gorgeous redhead. He merely stood there as she did the work, her head bobbing up and down and her wet lips sliding along his trembling shaft.

"Oh man!" groaned Andy, reaching down and running his fingers through the red locks of Claire's hair as her mouth moved rapidly over his cock, sending pleasure soaring through the young man's body. "This Pussylicious is stuff amazing!"

Andy groaned ecstatically as Claire pulled her mouth briefly off his cock, her tongue dancing down the underside of his shaft and then swirling over his scrotum, lovingly licking his clean tasting testicles.

"Shit that's good," grunted Andy as the busty redhead licked his balls. "I'm gonna cum soon babe."

Claire gave a small satisfied moan and then plunged her mouth back down over the head of his penis, her throat making a lewd squelching noise as she pushed her ovalled lips right down to the very base of his dick. Andy gave another long groan as she expertly fellated him.

"Uh! Here it comes!" 

To Claire's surprise, Andy pulled out of her delicious mouth and took hold of his trembling cock in one fist. He gave a few quick strokes and then let out a loud cry of pleasure.

Claire gave an alarmed squeal as Andy's cock spurted. His hot cum splattered copiously all over the gorgeous redhead's mouth, nose and forehead, liberally coating her pretty face.

"Wow," murmured Dylan from behind them. "Nice facial dude."

"Great job Claire," agreed Fred. "Why don't you get cleaned up while I conduct business with these two gentleman."

Claire gave a weary nod of agreement and disappeared into the bathroom to wash Andy's load off her face. She wasn't sure if the boys were going to buy anything for their mother, but she was certain that Fred would sell at least a couple of bottles of Pussylicious.

When they got back to the car, Fred was overjoyed. "That was absolutely brilliant Claire!" he gushed excitedly. "I've never seen Pussylicious demonstrated better."

"Really?" replied Claire with mild surprise. "It was a little... different I guess."

"Did it actually work?" asked Fred with genuine interest.

Claire shrugged. "I guess their cocks tasted ok."

"Huh," grunted Fred thoughtfully. He reached over into the back seat and grabbed the Pussylicious. "Show me."

Claire gave a slightly startled gasp, but Fred was already sliding his hands down the front of her emerald green dress and into her bra to rub his greedy palms over her nipples and squeeze her enormous hooters.

"Okay, but we have to be quick, I want to be home before my boyfriend gets back," said Claire, leaning over and unzipping Fred's fly.

The busty redhead reached into Fred's pants and pulled out the older man's already stiff cock. The whiff of body odour that immediately assaulted Claire's nostrils was even worse than usual, and she wondered if Fred had even had a shower that morning.

Claire steeled herself with a determined sigh and then leant further over, sliding her delicious young mouth staunchly over his stubby organ, causing Fred to curse loudly with pleasure.

"Oh fuck, that's good!" groaned Fred, grabbing Claire's shining red hair and immediately starting to fuck her mouth forcefully, his flabby hips hunching up off the car seat as he shoved his cock deep into her throat. 

After a few minutes of letting Fred repeatedly jam his cock between her full lips, Claire's eyes suddenly went wide with alarm. She gagged slightly and tried to lift her head up out of Fred's lap. Fred however, was having none of it. With both hands strongly gripping the top of Claire's head, he held her down and continued to ravenously assault her glorious mouth.

It was only when Claire pointed urgently at the small bottle of Pussylicious, still resting on the seat beside Fred, that the retired lorry driver finally released her head.

Claire's mouth popped off Fred's rigid erection with a wet smacking noise and she sat up, gasping for air. "We forgot to apply the Pussylicious before I started sucking you off," Claire explained breathlessly.

"Huh?" grunted Fred, a little irritated at having his blowjob interrupted. Then her comment seemed to finally register. "Oh right. Sure babe, put it on."

Claire shot Fred a relieved smile and then grabbed the bottle, applying several drops of the strawberry flavoured liquid onto the older man's prick. "That's better," she announced, gently patting Fred's glistening erection and then putting the stopper back on the bottle.

"Good. Now hurry up and suck me off, so I can get you home," demanded Fred impatiently.

Claire dipped her head back into Fred's lap and resumed her cocksucking without delay. He gave a long, relieved groan as her capable mouth slid back down his cock-shaft, her lips working their way right down to the very base of his prick.

Either the Pussylicious had worked it's magic, or Fred had already been worked up by Claire's initial suction, because within two minutes Fred let out a delighted growl and thrust his entire penis into her mouth until her nose was buried in his pongy pubes. He gave a second strangled bark as he ejaculated profusely down her throat.

Claire kept her mouth pressed tightly around the base of Fred's cock as he spent himself, the last few spurts dribbling over her tongue and leaving his customary rank aftertaste, despite the strawberry flavouring of the Pussylicious. Claire considerately licked his knob clean and then straightened, glancing around guiltily to check that no one had wandered by on the street and had seen her servicing him. Fortunately the coast was clear.

Fred was leaning back in his seat, breathing hard with a thick sheen of sweat dotting his forehead. "Well, that Pussylicious definitely seems to have multiple uses. I'll have to keep that in mind for tomorrow's demonstration."

"Tomorrow!?" repeated Claire in alarm, turning to look at Fred in distress.

"Why of course my dear," said Fred, grinning lewdly at the gorgeous redhead who had just, yet again, given him a stupendous blowjob. He patted her reassuringly on her smooth thigh. "We're onto a great partnership here Claire. Sales are through the roof. At this rate I'll be Funky Lady's Saleswoman of the Month!"

Claire's eyes widened in surprise. 'Saleswoman of the Month' was the title that all Funky Lady's sales girls aspired to. Claire remembered that during her short tenure selling lingerie she had been awed by the size of the bonuses offered for such a prize. Could Fred really be close to achieving the title?

"I can see you're impressed," remarked Fred. "And tomorrow I've got a great customer lined up. He even owns a shop. This could be the big one!"

Claire frowned suspiciously. He?

The lovely redhead swallowed warily, and then grimaced as she tasted the remnants of Fred's sticky load on her tongue. "Okay Fred, one more day, then that's it. No more."

Fred grinned from ear to ear. "Of course Claire! You won't regret it."

"But on one... no two conditions!" interrupted Claire before Fred could get too excited.

Fred raised his eyebrow enquiringly.

"First, no more Erecto-sure," asserted Claire.

"Yes, yes," agreed Fred quickly. "And the second condition?"

"No more Pussylicious."

Fred gave a disappointed sigh. "Those are my best selling products Claire."

Claire was determined. "I'm sorry Fred, but I'm just not comfortable demonstrating them after the last couple of days, and the way my own sales career ended with misunderstandings over those products."

Fred relented. "Okay Claire. You're the boss. You are helping me out here, after all. It's a deal."

Claire gave a satisfied nod and then they shook on it.

***

The next morning Claire looked stunning as always. She was dressed in a fitted white blouse and charcoal skirt. The blouse clung to her formidable bust, almost making her look top heavy in the best of ways, and the skirt fell several inches above her knees, leaving her long, bare legs looking their slender and elegant best.

"You look absolutely perfect again Claire," said Fred as she climbed in beside him and they drove off to their appointment.

"So what kind of shop does our customer own?" asked Claire conversationally.

"It's a charity shop," replied Fred.

"Really?" blurted Claire in surprise. "I used to work at a charity shop."

"Huh. How about that? Maybe that'll help with the sales pitch. You having experience and all."

"Maybe," agreed Claire uncertainly. She wasn't sure she wanted to disclose too much about her experiences in the RSPHNFFP charity shop. The fact she had been offering her body to a group of local teenagers in return for charitable donations could very easily have been misconstrued by someone who didn't know the full story. Still, she did miss the sweet old man who had run the shop. He'd had the most talented tongue she had ever experienced.

They soon reached their destination and Fred parked the car out front of the small house. He grabbed his two suitcases of Funky Lady products and headed up to their customer's front door, Claire tottering along behind him in her tall, black high heels.

Fred rang the doorbell and within seconds the door swung open. Claire's mouth dropped open in surprise when she saw who was greeting them.

"Mr Sharma!?" gasped Claire in amazement.

"Claire!" the old shopkeeper seemed just as surprised as she was.

"You two know each other?" Fred remarked in astonishment.

"We do indeed," the old man confirmed. "This attractive young woman used to work with me at the charity shop." Mr Sharma smiled warmly at Claire. "It's wonderful to see you again Claire."

Mr Sharma stepped forward and warmly embraced Claire, pulling her lush young body tight against him. As they hugged, Claire smelt the familiar spicy fragrance of the old shopkeeper and her pussy tingled involuntarily at the fond memories the aroma brought back.

"So Fred said you owned a shop?" said Claire when they broke off their embrace. "Are you back at the charity shop?"

Mr Sharma nodded. "That's right Claire, the whole matter with the police was just a giant misunderstanding. It's all been sorted and the shops up and running again. You know, if you're ever looking for work, you're welcome to return Claire. You were always a wonderful co-worker with great dedication to the cause, as well as being sensitive to my religious needs."

Claire couldn't help but blush at the compliment.

Fred looked rather confused by it all. "Er... shall we go inside and take a look at the merchandise?" he suggested, changing the topic.

Mr Sharma nodded agreeably. "Most definitely Mr Phillips."

The scent of spice inside Mr Sharma's home was even stronger and Claire had to squeeze her thighs together to try and control her emotions, and the physical response of her own body.




Claire & The Salesman



Fred immediately took the lead, handing Mr Sharma a catalogue as he began his well-rehearsed spiel. "I'm Fred from Funky Lady, and this is my sales assistant Claire," he began. "Funky Lady specialises in high quality lingerie as well as a selection of unique adult products."

"Er, sorry to interrupt," interrupted Claire. "But are you sure Mr Sharma is the right customer for Funky Lady?" As much as she wanted to help Fred out, she didn't want Mr Sharma getting ripped off.

Fred frowned in annoyance, but it was Mr Sharma himself who answered Claire. "It's okay Claire. I've already spoken with Mr Phillips here, and he's promised me a considerable wholesale discount. I believe his products will sell excellently in the store," he explained in his cultured sub-continental accent.

Claire frowned doubtfully at Mr Sharma's optimism, but then she remembered some of the charity shops teenage customers. She didn't doubt that young Peter and his friends could make good use of Erecto-sure. And then there was Pussylicious... if Mr Sharma was to...

Claire's eyes widened as she came to a sudden realisation and she had to suppress a moan of anticipation. The busty redhead hurriedly leant over to Fred. "Did you bring the Pussylicious?" she whispered urgently.

Fred frowned at Claire and shook his head. "No, you told me not to," he whispered back to her and Claire felt her heart sink. "What's got into you anyway Claire? Are you trying to ruin this sale for me?"

"No Fred," she replied, realising that she was indeed acting rather strangely. "I'm sorry. I'll behave."

Fred gave a satisfied nod, but shot her one last suspicious glance before he turned back to Mr Sharma who was still thumbing through the Funky Lady catalogue. "So... has anything caught your eye Mr Sharma?"

Mr Sharma nodded slowly and showed Fred the page he was looking at. The picture was of a curvaceous brunette in a baby-blue matching bra and thong panties. The lingerie had a subtle pink floral design and there was a pink flower on the hip of the model's panties. It was quite beautiful.

"An excellent choice," nodded Fred, reaching into his case and pulling out a handful of blue lace. "Claire will be happy to model your choice," said Fred, handing Claire the lingerie.

"That would be most acceptable," said Mr Sharma enthusiastically. "From what I remember Claire has a most excellent figure."

Claire frowned slightly at Mr Sharma's apparent eagerness. She wondered briefly what would happen if the sight of Claire in her underwear inspired an erection in the old shopkeeper. From her limited recollections of Mr Sharma's unusual religious beliefs, she would have to suck him off to avoid a cosmic imbalance...or something along those lines.

"Um, is there somewhere I can get changed?" asked Claire.

"Just through there," Mr Sharma nodded to the door behind her.

Claire smiled thankfully and disappeared into what seemed to be a storeroom of sorts. It looked as though it was filled with mostly junk, but Claire was sure she recognised a pair of delicate porcelain vases that were on a shelf near the door. It was a bit odd that he had all this stuff at his house, but perhaps Mr Sharma was still getting the stock back into the newly reopened charity shop.

She quickly got undressed and slipped into the pale blue lingerie that Fred had handed her. Once again she was pretty sure it wasn't quite the same as the set in the catalogue. The material didn't feel particularly soft, and this set didn't have the pink floral pattern like it was supposed to. This time Claire decided not to bother Fred with the problem. After all, he was already a little annoyed with her for suggesting that Mr Sharma didn't need to buy lingerie.

Claire slipped her delicate feet back into her high heels, knowing that they showed off her long, graceful legs beautifully and therefore made the lingerie look even better, and then headed back into the lounge where Fred and Mr Sharma were waiting.

"Oh very, very delectable!" said Mr Sharma animatedly when he got his first look at Claire's spectacular, lingerie-clad body. Even Fred let out a low whistle under his breath at the magnificent sight.

Fred didn't waste any time, stepping forward and reaching up, cupping Claire's right tit through her bra and giving the ample melon a firm squeeze. He opened his mouth to begin his spiel about the brassiere's soft material when Mr Sharma interrupted him.

"Excuse me Mr Phillips, could I have a brief moment alone with Claire?" the old shopkeeper requested.

"Er..." Fred frowned in surprise, his sales-pitch thrown completely off track by the unusual request. "Okay, sure. I could use a couple minutes in the crapper actually."

Mr Sharma blinked in his own surprise at Fred's crude request. "The bathroom's down that way."

As soon as Fred had left, Mr Sharma got to his feet and addressed Claire. "Claire, we may have a problem."

"What is it Mr Sharma?" asked the wide-eyed redhead.

"This is a little awkward," admitted Mr Sharma, glancing downwards towards his crotch.

Claire's eyes went wide as she spotted the familiar and unmistakeable bulge in the front of the old gentleman's trousers. "Oh."

"I'm afraid the sight of your magnificently large breasts and glorious young body has stirred me more than is proper. And as you are aware I am unable to relieve myself, due to my religious doctrines." At least Mr Sharma had the decency to look apologetic regarding his predicament.

Claire smiled knowingly, "Would you like me to suck you off? Like we did back at the shop?"

"That would be most satisfactory, my dear," Mr Sharma quickly agreed.

The beautiful, lingerie-clad redhead dropped to her knees in front of Mr Sharma and started to unzip his trousers. Suddenly she paused and glanced over at the bathroom door. "Oh! But what about Fred?" she asked in alarm. "He could come back at any moment."

Mr Sharma waved away her concerns. "Oh, don't worry about that Claire. As you know it has been quite some time since I have experienced your lovely young mouth on my penis. I am certain that I will only last an instant."

Claire smiled in relief and resumed pulling open Mr Sharma's trousers and fishing out his familiar, stiff erection. It was just as she remembered, not particularly large, and extremely wrinkled and brown, but it was clean and had a faint scent of cinnamon that Claire remembered quite fondly.

The busty redhead began to slowly stroke his cock in her soft right hand, her left hand slipping inside his underwear to tenderly squeeze his hairy balls.

"Aaah, very good Claire," sighed Mr Sharma as her soft hand slid up and down his deep brown erection. "But don't forget that a sacred tenet of my religion is that I must not spill my seed outside of a woman's body."

Claire nodded quickly. "I haven't forgotten Mr Sharma, I was just getting you warmed up." Emphasising her point, Claire leant forward, opening her mouth wide and plunging it immediately down on the old shopkeeper's cock. Mr Sharma gave an abrupt grunt of pleasure as Claire's lips slid all the way down to his pubes, her wonderful mouth completely swallowing his hard penis.

"Oh gracious Claire!" groaned Mr Sharma as her agile tongue swirled around his trembling shaft as her mouth drew back up his cock and then she sucked enthusiastically on the swollen tip of his prick. "I have greatly missed your wonderful mouth."

Claire gave a muffled groan in reply as she slurped heartily on the head of Mr Sharma's stiff organ. He tasted mildly spicy, much nicer than the cocks she had recently been sucking.

The sound of a flushing toilet came from the bathroom and Claire's eyes widened in alarm. The sound seemed to disturb Mr Sharma's calmness too, as he immediately grabbed Claire by her long red hair and started to thrust his stiff dark dick between her yielding lips, vigorously fucking her mouth in an effort to get off before Fred returned.

Claire gagged in surprise as Mr Sharma forcefully used her mouth, the normally mild mannered old man swearing in a foreign language as thrust erratically into her throat.

"Holy shit!" gasped Fred when he returned to the lounge to see his busty sales assistant on her knees in front of their customer, the older man almost violently jabbing his cock into her wetly sucking mouth.

Mr Sharma froze at Fred's voice, turning to look at the middle aged lingerie salesman. He had paused with his cock completely buried in Claire's pretty, pursed mouth, his dark, hairy balls resting on her chin and her nose in his pubes.

"I...err..." stammered Mr Sharma, blushing at being caught red-cocked, so to speak. There was a long moment where no-one spoke, as if the room had been frozen in time.

Claire abruptly gave a half-choked gag and he looked down in surprise, having forgotten about the busty redhead's need to breath.

"Oh, sorry Claire!" he blurted, releasing his grip on her long auburn locks.

Claire sat back on her heels, coughing and gasping for air. Being a skilled deep-throater, Claire probably could have held out longer, but Fred's sudden return, and her rather compromising position had taken her by surprise as well.

"Oh, sorry to interrupt," said Fred quickly, sensing a sale. "Please don't mind me. Continue."

Claire opened her mouth to object, but before she could speak Mr Sharma thrust himself back between her lips, gagging any reply. The buxom beauty gave a muffled complaint and then compliantly resumed her suction.

"Uhh!" Mr Sharma gave a satisfied groan as Claire sucked deeply on his dusky old cock. He reached down beneath her bobbing head to cup and squeeze her enormous jugs through the pale blue bra she was modelling, fondling the ample orbs as she sucked him off.

"You'll note the softness of the material," commented Fred as he watched Claire give the old shopkeeper satisfying oral sex. 

"Yes! Very nice!" groaned Mr Sharma as he groped her great big tits and pinched her stiff nipples through the lingerie. "Ah, Claire. I can feel myself almost reaching culmination!"

"Mmphf!" Claire nodded with her mouth still stuffed with his prick, making an unintelligible comment in reply that neither Mr Sharma nor Fred understood.

"Oh fuuuck!" he gave a shout of intense pleasure as his cock convulsed over Claire's tongue, his old spunk squirting repeatedly into the back of her young mouth. Mr Sharma tightly gripped Claire's head as his hips shook and he spurted his spicy load down the gorgeous redhead's throat.

When he gave a final shudder and a low moan of bliss, Claire pulled her mouth off his spent dick, swirling her tongue lovingly around the head of his cock to make sure she had captured every drop of his jism.

"That really was first-rate Claire," complemented Mr Sharma as Claire pulled his foreskin back and forth a couple of times to squeeze out a final dribble of his cum which she almost eagerly lapped up.

"Wow," commented Fred who was massaging a bulge in the front of his trousers as he jealously watched Claire give Mr Sharma's penis one final suck before wiping her mouth with one hand and standing back up.

Mr Sharma seemed to have regained his composure and was frowning rather intently towards Claire's crotch.

"Are you okay Mr Sharma?" asked Claire, noticed his apparent uneasiness.

"I am finding myself in a rather difficult position. As you know Claire, under the doctrines of my religion we are now in a position where there is a rather concerning cosmic imbalance."

"Oh, that's right!" replied Claire, sounding almost eager as she realised what the old shopkeeper was referring to.

Mr Sharma nodded sagely. "In order to carry out the needs of karma I have no choice but to maximise your pleasure in return."

"Oh, yes of course!" agreed Claire very quickly. She looked over at Fred. "Did you bring the Pussylicious."

Fred seemed a little confused by the exchange. "Huh? What... er no, you said not to. I already told you that."

Claire gave a small sigh of disappointment as she peeled off her baby-blue thong, and sat down on the couch, spreading her lithe legs wide. Fred blinked in surprise at the sight. Claire's pussy was just as beautiful as the rest of her sensational body, and the trimmed patch of public hair above her cunt was as red as the hair on her head. "I guess you'll have to lick my pussy without the Pussylicious Mr Sharma."

Mr Sharma glanced slightly self-consciously over at Fred. "You don't mind Mr Phillips?"

Fred hesitated only a moment as he realised what was going on. "Actually Mr Sharma, I have a better idea," he reached into his bag of Funky Lady products and pulled out a pair of vibrators. "These are two of our most popular vibrators. This is the Fairy-Flutterer. It's designed for clitoral and labial stimulation, and this other longer one is a Big Boy Toy. Fantastic for penetration. I think if you were to use these products on Claire, it would be an ideal opportunity to meet your religious needs and at the same time continue our demonstration of Funky Lady's merchandise."

Mr Sharma grinned broadly. "A most efficacious suggestion!" he agreed, taking the two vibrators from Fred and then kneeling down in front of a mildly disappointed, spread-eagled Claire.

Claire's pussy was moist with her anticipation of feeling Mr Sharma's wonderful tongue, despite her hopes of that ripped away by Fred's last minute sales-pitch. 

There was a slight buzzing noise as Mr Sharma switched on the Flutterer. "Oh!" gasped Claire as the old shopkeeper started to rub it gently over her clit. Perhaps the vibrators weren't such a bad alternative to his tongue after all.

"Oh Mr Sharma!" moaned Claire in genuine pleasure as the Flutterer did it's work. Mr Sharma rubbed the small vibrating toy over the lips of her pussy and then over the nub of her clit, the rhythmic stroking of the vibrator against her pussy was really very pleasurable.

Claire suddenly gave a sharp intake of breath as she felt the second vibrator, the Big Boy Toy, nudge against the opening of her cunt. "Uhh! Mr Sharma!" she cried out as he pushed the vibrator inside her. She gave a loud, long groan as he slid the sex toy deep into her tight pussy. The sudden penetration and combination of the two vibrators was just too much for Claire and she convulsed in orgasm, her long, lithe body arching as she cried out in climax.

"Oh God!" she groaned as Mr Sharma gently sawed the Big Boy Toy in and out of her shuddering pussy, the gorgeous, buxom redhead whimpering softly as she rode out her magnificent culmination.

"Oh, that was wonderful Mr Sharma," murmured Claire softly. Surely that had satisfied her old co-workers unusual religion.

Mr Sharma didn't appear to have finished however, continuing to work the long Big Boy Toy in and out of Claire's cunt as the Fluttered continued to work it's quivering magic on her clit.

"Oh Mr Sharma!" groaned Claire, leaning back on the couch, closing her eyes and moaning as he continued his mechanical assault on her cunt unabated.

A few seconds later, Claire felt something hard, warm and wet poking against her cheek and her eyes snapped open in surprise. For some reason, Fred had stripped off his trousers and was standing up on the couch beside her, bottomless. His hard cock was poking insistently against her soft cheek, the oozing tip leaving a trail of sticky pre-cum over her face.

"What are you doing Fred?" asked Claire, her voice still strained as she struggled to maintain her composure with Mr Sharma working both vibrators all over her sex.

"Just a quick product demonstration..."

Claire opened her mouth to ask what product, but her question was silenced as Fred took the opportunity to shove his cock into her open mouth. The busty redhead gagged slightly in surprise, but had little choice other than to start sucking him off as he grabbed her by the hair and began to fuck her mouth, driving his stiff erection eagerly between her full lips. After all, she'd had her eyes closed while she was cumming, so maybe he'd used one of the products on his cock when she wasn't paying attention and was indeed just demonstrating something for Mr Sharma.

"Oh, that's good!" groaned Fred as Claire swallowed him whole, her talented mouth slurping away as he jammed his dick hard and fast into her mouth. He reached down to grope and squeeze her enormous boobs through her bra as she sucked him, the ample melons more than overflowing his groping fingers.

Claire moaned around her mouthful of Fred's disagreeable penis. She definitely preferred the spicy and exotic taste of Mr Sharma's prick to Fred's slight off smelling organ, but the way Mr Sharma was working her cunt with the vibrators was doing wonders to take her mind off the disagreeable job of sucking Fred's cock.

Suddenly however that pleasure disappeared as Mr Sharma turned off the two vibrators and set them aside. Claire gave a muffled moan of distress at their absence, but Fred merely tightened his grip on her hair and increased the pace of his vigorous face-fucking.

"I have just had another idea for our mutual karmic pleasure Claire," she faintly heard Mr Sharma explain over the squelching noise of Fred ramming his stubby erection into her throat.

Claire moaned eagerly around Fred's lewdly thrusting prick as she felt Mr Sharma's erection nudge up against the lips of her soaking pussy. She was so turned on from all the vibrating action that she was aching to feel a hard cock thrusting into her yearning snatch, and apparently Mr Sharma had recovered from his previous orgasm in Claire's mouth with remarkable speed for a man of his advanced years.

Fred hastily pulled out of her abused mouth and Claire blinked in surprise.

"Wait a moment Mr Sharma," Fred said, stopping the old shopkeeper from fucking Claire. Claire gave a small moan and bit her lower lip anxiously as she willed Fred to shut up and let Mr Sharma fuck her.

"Is there a problem Mr Phillips?" asked Mr Sharma, glancing down at where his cock was brushing against Claire's beautiful pussy, the swollen head nudging against the lips of her labia and causing the busty redhead to moan.

"No, of course not," Fred assured his potential customer. "I just had a better idea for your karmic pleasure and another chance to demonstrate one of the Funky Lady products."

Fred climbed down off the couch and went to his suitcase of merchandise, his stiff cock bobbing between his legs as he walked, glistening with Claire's saliva. He pulled out a small tube and held it up proudly. "Shag-o-Lube! Gets the biggest things into the smallest places!" he announced, reading from the label on the front.

Mr Sharma frowned.

"You should test this out," explained Fred. "Claire loves it up the arse, so I'm sure that it'll still satisfy your religious requirements."

"That does sound very interesting," agreed Mr Sharma as he accepted the tube of Shag-o-Lube from Fred.

"Excellent," Fred replied, rubbing his hands together eagerly. "Claire darling, why don't you get on your hands and knees so Mr Sharma can fuck you up the arse while you continue to suck me off?"

"Um..." Claire blinked in surprise at the completely outrageous request. Truthfully however, it wasn't the crudeness of Fred's instruction that was bothering her; it was more that Mr Sharma wasn't going to stick his lovely cock into her cunt. Her loins were yearning for satisfaction after the prolonged stimulation of the Fairy-Flutterer and the Big Boy Toy, and truthfully she generally found getting fucked up the arse more uncomfortable than pleasurable.

"Come on Claire," urged Fred as he saw her hesitation.

"Oh, sorry. Of course," she relented. This wasn't about real sex after all. This was merely a sales demonstration.

The sexy, obliging redhead knelt down on her hands and knees between the two older men. Mr Sharma kneeling down behind her as Fred moved \ in front of her, feeding his eager erection straight back into her warm and agreeable mouth.