Asian Persuasion

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I was on my way up in the corporation; I could feel it. Employee reviews were just around the corner and I finally seemed to be making a good impression on my boss. Competition for a promotion would be fierce, and being good wasn't going to be enough. I was going to have to look the part as well.

As much as I hated clothes shopping, I figured I'd bite the bullet and get a new suit or two and perhaps a matching sport jacket and pants. As usual, I got out of work late and the stores would be closing soon. It was Wednesday, and the men's department was vacant. I poked through the racks for a few minutes then looked at my watch. If no one came over here to help me in about the next two minutes, I would be outta here.

I took a cursory look at three more suits, and a suddenly an Asian woman appeared at my side.
"May I help you?" She smiled.
I gave her the once over twice; her nametag said 'Jen.' Oh yeah, I thought, you can help me, but it's got nothing to do with buying clothes. She could have been in her thirties but possibly younger. Her shoulder-length hair was straight; with the sheen of mink, it rippled like mercury when she moved. Even her white teeth contrasted against her red glossy lipstick and her smooth oriental skin. Jen's eyes sparkled, revealing glimpses of an inner passion; her eyebrows were thick and dark and perfectly shaped. Her body was curvy in all the right places; well fed but not fat, I estimated that she was a full C cup.
"I need a couple of new suits and something perhaps a little more casual, but still business-like."
Jen locked her forearm with mine. "Follow me, please. I think I know just what you’re looking for."
Doubt it, I thought, unless you know that I'm looking to get laid too.
Jen led me to a rack of suits, and it turned out that she was right. Within ten minutes, I had picked out a navy blue and a charcoal gray suit.
"Come," she said pulling me along. "We have to measure."
In the dressing room there were a couple of chairs, several full-length mirrors, and a two step high platform on which the men stood while tailors did their measuring.
"Take off your pants and put them on the chair," Jen directed.
I froze like a deer in headlights.
"We don't have all night," Jen said. "What, you think I've never seen a man in his underwear before?"
Normally, I wasn't shy, but naturally, I was wearing fashion briefs, they were black and a size too small. At first, I was self conscious, wondering what Jen the tailor was going to think of my underwear. Then, I decided I just didn't give a shit. I doubted I would ever see her again. As I took my pants off, I saw her bend over at the waist and pick up something off the floor. I could see the tops of her stockings and the wide strap of her garter. My cock sprung to erection like a sprinter at the gun. There was nothing I could do; since I was a boy, I was wild for women in garters and stockings. Now, few things got me as hot as quickly. I slipped into the navy suit pants, hoping that she wouldn't notice my erection peaking over the top of my briefs.

She motioned for me to stand on the platform. She cuffed the pants, with needles and a soap line without a problem. As she put her arms around my waist to measure, her cheek pushed firmly against my crotch. I was sure that she could feel how hard I was, but Jen didn't say a thing. She walked behind me and began marking the seat of my pants. I noticed her feeling my ass once or twice, but didn't say anything; after she goosed me, I let out a satisfied groan. From behind, she started to measure my inseam. Her knuckles, hand, thumb, fingers all casually knocked against my balls, making me harder than ever.

Jen came back around front. "Righty or lefty?"
"Huh?"
"Are you right handed or left handed?"
"Right handed."
"Most right-handed guys wear their cock into their left leg. But you don't wear boxers do you?"
"No."
"Okay," she cupped my balls in her hand. "I'm going to give you a little extra fullness in the front for situations," she gently squeezed my balls, "like this." Jen pulled over a chair and put the back up against the platform. "Take off the pants, but stay right there."
I stepped out of the pants, and stood on the platform in my underwear.
Jen knelt on the chair, slipped my briefs off my hips and over my erection, letting them drop around my ankles. I was surprised, but in a good way. She cupped my balls and inhaled my cock into her mouth. She licked and sucked and played with my balls, until I was harder than polymer engineering. Without the slightest warning, she broke off, turned around, and sat in the chair. She tipped back her head all the way so that she was looking at my crotch upside down. Jen wrapped her arms around my legs, her manicured and sharp nails digging into my thighs. Opening her mouth wide, she gobbled my fat white cock deep into her mouth and down into her throat. Bobbing her head there was something like a gargling motion that she did within her throat that tickled my cockhead as her lips and tongue massaged my shaft. If she kept this up, there was no way I was going to last.

As quickly as she started, she stopped. Sitting up, she turned around; "Come, sit here," she said.
I followed her lead, walking bottomless and erect from the platform and sitting in the chair. Jen stood in front of me. She unbuttoned her blouse to her waist and pulled her breasts free from her bra. Her tits were smooth and round with dark, puffy nipples. I immediately leaned forward and sucked one then the other until they were wet and hard. Jen hiked her skirt up to her waist, displaying her wide elastic garter straps and making my cock spring to attention. She stepped forward, straddling my hips and then eased her sopping wet pussy onto my cock. In a little, out a little and in a little more until her ass was resting on my thighs. I grabbed her ass with both hands, my fingers wiggling into her crack and against her asshole. Jen inhaled sharply and shivered. I looked into her sparkling eyes and kissed her passionately. She wrapped one arm around my neck as we kissed and with her free hand, she pinched my nipple. Tongues intertwined, she began rocking her hips back and forth. Rocking forward, my cock sunk deep inside her, rocking back my cock slipped out some, but my fingers pushed her asshole. Jen trembled each way she moved; her whole crotch was on fire with the most delicious sensations. I felt my balls contract in anticipation of blowing my load. I let Jen go at her own pace, not wanting this fuck to end. I felt the tremble in her hips and kissed her harder. Her mouth was soft and she was a great kisser. Her hips quaked uncontrollably; she broke off our kiss, tilted her head back and groaned loudly. I put my mouth on her nipple again, and sucked hard. Her quaking rippled through her pussy and brought me to the brink. As Jen let out a long low groan, I clenched my teeth and grunted as I shot my hot cum deep inside her cunt.

We sat remaining motionless for a few moments before Jen slowly got up. When she was standing in front of me again, she put her hands on my knees, bent over, and sucked my cock clean.

An announcement of the store closing came over the loudspeaker. Jen put her tits back in her bra and adjusted her skirt. "No time to finish tonight," she said with a grin. "I think you'll have to come back late tomorrow evening for the rest of your measuring. That's when I'll be able to fit you in."
I nodded and got dressed. I wondered how many suits I was going to buy here.