[Reluctant] Claire's Career Ch. 01: The Saleswoman

[MKee]

Funny story I had to share.

Claire's Career Ch. 01: The Saleswoman
byseth_perm (Credit to a funny writer)
Part 1: The Saleswoman

The only thing that saved Claire from being called a dumb blonde was that she had red hair. However there was little doubt that she wasn't the sharpest knife in the cutlery drawer. Not that she didn't have a certain instinctive cunning; more that she was known by all who knew her as exceptionally naïve to the point of breathtaking gullibility.

Her boyfriend, Danny, despaired. Despite being a successful radio DJ, he knew he was more than lucky to have such a hot girlfriend. Apart from distinctive long auburn locks, she had a stunning figure -- tall, slim and leggy but with enormous firm breasts and a perfect tight arse -- as well as striking green eyes and delicate freckled features.

However Danny was constantly having to guard her against sexual advances from virtually every man who met her. He'd lost count of the number of times when, out for a night in the pub, he had returned from the lavatory to find Claire being chatted up by strangers.

He'd even had to chase away one man who had been fondling her exposed boobs, claiming he was a doctor who had had to give her an emergency breast check. When he asked Claire why she'd thought he was a doctor, she showed him a beer mat with some scrawled illegible writing on.

"See, he said doctors were famous for having awful writing and then he wrote down my name. And I definitely can't read it," she'd justified.

Luckily for Danny, Claire's job as a receptionist for a local hair salon involved very little unsupervised contact with the opposite sex. All the hairdressers were female, as were the vast majority of customers, and the owner, a matronly woman in her 50s, always kept an eye out for anyone trying to trick Claire into over-familiarity.

Unfortunately, she herself was tricked by her less-than-honest accountant who embezzled enough funds to send the salon into financial ruin and it closed with all the employees losing their jobs.

Although Danny made enough of an income for Claire not to have to work, he'd realised that leaving her home all day wasn't a great idea either when, luckily, he'd come home early to find the window cleaner with his hand up her skirt, fingering her pussy.

Claire had been indignant when Danny had attacked him and thrown him out.

"I can't believe you did that! He's a poor blind old man. He was just touching me so that he could recognise me in the future."

However she hadn't been able to respond coherently as to how a blind man could be a window cleaner nor why he had needed to feel her c*nt and breasts rather than just her face.

"Oh, yeah, I hadn't thought of that. Do you think he was just joking then?"

So Claire embarked on a job search which was also very stressful for Danny. Finding a role where her naïveté wouldn't be abused proved to be difficult.

In fact after an interview at a reputable bank, Danny was dismayed to hear that Claire had been invited back for a second interview.

"Isn't it exciting," she said, "The personnel woman didn't really like me that much the manager took me aside afterwards and said I needed to go back at 6 o'clock tonight so that he could do a thorough physical in private and if I performed to standard I might be able to get a job!"

She didn't really understand why Danny refused to let her return.

Eventually however, Claire did land a job that seemed relatively safe and also one at which she might excel.

Interestingly, the role involved organising lingerie parties for an Anne Summers type networking company called Funky Lady. The customer base was female as were the staff. Despite the racy nature of the products, Danny couldn't really see how Claire could get herself into trouble. And the reality was that she loved pretty things, had great taste in clothes and would be a superb model for the underwear. It was this latter fact that had finally persuaded Danny, particularly as Claire had promised to give him a private viewing every night.

Claire for her part was really excited that she'd found a role which she could really enjoy. She thought that Danny was more than a little overprotective and even a bit prudish sometimes. She was a big girl and she could look after herself!

Which perhaps explained why she didn't tell him about some of Funky Lady's more adult products. They didn't just sell mainstream lingerie but also some more specialised role play costumes such as naughty nurse outfits as well as a range of sex toys and accessories.

What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him, she thought.

The night of her first party came quickly and it was a huge success. The party was held at a friend of a friend's house and the 25 or so mostly middle-aged women reacted well to Claire's open fun style. As the wine flowed more freely, Claire brought out some of the more interesting items which caused a lot of giggling and joking.

She got a lot of lingerie orders and also sold a few toys, creams and lubricants on the night. She also made several follow-up appointments with some ladies who maybe felt a little shy and didn't want to buy anything in front of anyone else.

Later that week, she knocked on the door of a suburban house, ready for her final appointment of the week. She had with her two good-sized trolley-bags full of lingerie, in her own size, and a varied selection of accessories.

Fred had been reading the newspaper when he heard the knock. In his early fifties, Fred had taken early retirement from his job as a lorry driver the previous month. He was a relatively fit man for his age although his beer belly was a bit larger than it should have been and he was going rapidly bald. Miriam, his wife of 30 years was working a shift in the local supermarket and she wasn't due back until that evening.

When he opened the door, he found himself looking at a goddess. She was in her early-twenties and was wearing a cream business suit made up of a fitted jacket and a mini-dress. Her legs were bare and her matching stiletto heels had tasteful strapping up over her ankles.

Her red hair shone in the sunlight and her green eyes were wide and inviting if a little vacant. Her figure was astonishing. He didn't think he'd ever seen a woman with such long legs and also such large breasts in one perfect package.

"Oh, hello, I'm Claire from Funky Lady. I've got an appointment with Belinda Phillips?" Claire said, surprised that Belinda's husband would be around. She'd thought that Belinda had wanted to make her purchases in privacy. After all, a lot of them would be for his benefit.

Fred had no idea who Belinda was. Perhaps it was because retirement had already become boring; or perhaps it was simply because he'd never before been in the presence of such a gorgeous young woman, but rather than admit his ignorance, he decided that it would more fun to just play along even if it resulted in just a few more minutes with her.

"Belinda? She's just popped out but she won't be long. Come in. Would you like a cup of tea?"

Fred helped Claire in with her bags and showed her into the living room.

"There you go. Make yourself comfortable. I'll go and make a cuppa. Do you take sugar?"

Claire sat down and opened her first case while Fred made the tea. As he came back he allowed himself to peak around the corner, before entering the room.

She was sitting on a low sofa so that her legs were exposed to high up her thighs. And, unless he was going mad, she was holding up a bra. He saw that her case was full of lingerie and she had put some brochures on the coffee table. Funky Lady? Obviously this young woman had come to sell underwear to Belinda, whoever she was.

"Here we are, milk, no sugar," he said as he sat down opposite her doing his best not to stare up her skirt.

"Thanks, Mr. Phillips," Claire replied. "Do you know how long Belinda will be? I'm sure we agreed two o'clock."

"Um, yes, that's right. She said she'd be back by now. Let's give it a minute and I'll give her a call to see where she is."

"OK." Claire was a little surprised that Belinda, whom she recalled as being a slender elegant woman in her early-thirties, was married to such an unprepossessing and old-fashioned man but she knew that love could blossom between virtually anyone, no matter how poorly matched they might seem. She looked around at the kitsch décor and collection of porcelain cats and thought that Belinda had a lot better taste in clothes than in interior design.

Meanwhile, Fred had picked up one of the catalogues and was flicking through pictures of lovely young women in their underwear. He adjusted himself uncomfortably to conceal his growing erection.

"Do you like what you see?" Claire asked artlessly.

Too right I bloody do, thought Fred. Out loud, however, he said, "Um, yes there are some lovely items in here."

After an awkward pause, Claire looked pointedly at her watch.

"Right. I'll just give her a call to see how long she'll be," Fred said, leaving the room ostensibly to find a phone.

In the kitchen, he thought about his options. He could make up an excuse for Belinda's absence and allow Claire to leave. Or he could somehow persuade her to stay for a bit longer. Maybe he was perverted, but he couldn't deny that talking to a hot young lady about underwear was more than a little arousing.

After a couple of minutes he went back in.

"Claire, I'm so sorry but Belinda has been delayed. She sends her apologies but she won't be able to make it back for ages."

"Oh, well that's a shame." Claire was disappointed. She'd already hit her week's sales target which meant that a high proportion of everything she sold today would be converted to commission in her pocket.

"But she's told me what she likes and said to surprise her with a few things. I've got to say there's loads of good stuff in here," he said, sensing her frustration and pointing to one of the brochures. "I think I'd like to get her quite a few things, if that's OK."

He could almost see Claire's eyes light up as she sniffed an impending sale.

Claire considered. She knew that she was alone in a house with a strange man and was potentially putting herself at risk. But he looked so harmless and she so wanted to be able to prove to the semi-sceptical Danny that she could be a real success in this career.

"OK. Is there anything in particular you like the look of?" she smiled.

Fred sat down next to her and pointed randomly to the open page. The picture showed a stunning young blonde wearing a lacy red bra, a matching thong and suspender belt and sheer red stockings. Her nipples were obvious through the bra and the rear shot of her arse left nothing to the imagination.

"Oh, yes," Claire gushed. "That's a very popular set." She rummaged in her case and brought out some skimpy bits of ruby lace. "Do you know what size Belinda is?"

Never having seen Belinda, Fred didn't have a clue. He decided to take a chance. "Um, I think she's the same size as you," he said nodding to her substantial bosom.

Claire looked puzzled. She lifted up her breasts as if offering them to Fred. "Are you sure? She was about the same height and shape as me but I didn't think she had such large breasts."

Fred groaned under his breath as he openly stared at her chest. He decided to push things further. "Well, it's really difficult to tell through that dress."

"OK, well let's assume she's a size 10 with a 34D bra size for now. If you order the full set I can throw in a set of stockings for free," Clare offered, sensing that Fred was really interested in a purchase.

"Hmm, I'm not sure. It's really difficult to tell what it looks like on..." Fred had no idea where this was going but he could already tell that not only was Claire desperate for an order but that she was probably going to be easy to manipulate.

Claire paused. If this were a full party or even if she were selling to a woman alone, she wouldn't hesitate to get changed and give the customer a proper viewing. However she could just imagine Danny's voice if he were ever to find out that she'd stripped to her underwear for a male client. But this sounded like it could be a big sale.

"Well I suppose I could model them for you..." she started uncertainly.

"Oh, that would be great!" Fred enthused.

"Er, OK. Where can I change?" Claire asked.

"Let me go and tidy up the dining room -- you can change in there." He almost capered to the dining room and when he got there, he did a little dance. He couldn't believe she'd fallen for it! He needed to stay calm and not give away his excitement.

He looked around the room. Was there anything in here to give him away? He took down two family pictures which showed Miriam and him. What about in the living room? He went back in.

Luckily Claire hadn't bothered to look on the mantelpiece or she'd have seen several photos which would have been difficult to explain.

"Right, in you go," he said, pointing the way. "Come back in when you're ready."

Just as she left, her phone, which she'd left on top her case, began to flash, luckily in silent mode. He froze for a second and grabbed it. It looked like a local number. Carefully he pressed the answer button and quietly said, "Hello."

"Oh hello," said a cultured voice. "I was after Claire. This is Belinda Phillips. She was due to come and see me today at two?"

Fred thought quickly; he looked around the room for inspiration. "I'm sorry. Mrs. Phillips. This is Tony Sony, Claire's boss. Claire has been regrettably called away. A family emergency. Please accept my apologies for the inconvenience."

"Oh, I see. Well perhaps she can come and see me next Tuesday, Mr. Sony?" Belinda replied.

"Erm. Yes that would be great," Fred answered. "Shall we say 2pm again?"

"Yes, that's fine thanks."

"OK then. Actually please can I just confirm your address?" Fred asked.

"Yes, it's 33 Acacia Drive." Fred now understood why Claire had turned up at his house -- his address was 33 Acacia Terrace. She'd made a simple mistake although Acacia Drive was at the other end of town and significantly more upmarket than this area.

After he'd rung off and put the phone back on the bag, he hid all incriminating pictures around the room. He smoothed down the wisps of hair still left on his head as he looked into the mirror over the fireplace. If he were honest with himself, he'd never been a particularly attractive man even when young. He was shorter than average, had a heavy brow and bad teeth. Age had made him overweight and his hair had first turned grey and was now disappearing. He did still care for his wife but the chance to get this close to woman beautiful enough to be glamour model who was willing to parade in front of him in her underwear was just too much to turn down.

"I'm ready, Mr. Phillips." He heard the call and forced himself to take some deep slow breaths.

But when she came back in he almost swore out loud as she unselfconsciously strode into the room and stood in front of him.

The deep ruby hue of the lingerie set showed Claire's flawless body off perfectly. He hadn't appreciated just how fabulous her breasts were. Her red nipples were clearly visible through the intricate bra and he thought he could see a small dark patch in between her legs through her g-string. She was still wearing her high-heeled shoes which emphasised the fabulous length of her stocking clad legs. The suspender belt was tiny and the straps cut delicately into her thighs.

"What do you think?" Claire asked ingenuously.

Fred forced himself to speak slowly. "Yes, that's really nice. Can I have a closer look?"

"Sure," Claire replied enthusiastically. The bra has got fantastic built-in support. It's really comfortable. And the whole set is 100% silk. It feels wonderful on the skin."

Fred had sat down in front of her so that her crotch was only a foot from his face.

"It does look great, I have to say," he managed to get out as Claire turned to give him a view of her incredible peachy bum. The red string disappeared between the top of her buttocks giving him an uninterrupted view of her creamy arse; her long red hair came halfway down her back. He rubbed his erection a couple of times before strategically placing a cushion on his lap as she turned back.

"Well can I put you down for a set?" Claire turned and smiled down at him over her imperious breasts,

Fred's mind spun as he thought about how to take things further still. "Are you sure that it's nice and smooth. My wife has very delicate skin."

"Oh, yes. It's lovely and cool," she replied.

"Can I feel?" Fred asked, trying to keep his voice relaxed.

"Erm, well, OK," Claire wasn't too surprised at the request as lots of customers wanted to feel the product. Of course, she should have allowed him to do so before she put it on.

Fred stood up and reached for her breasts. At first he slid his first two fingers on each hand behind the top of the bra cups and felt the material with his thumbs.

"Oh, yes very nice," he said as he pushed his fingers into the low-cut bra a little further until he could feel the tops of her nipples with them. He couldn't believe how smooth and velvety her bosom felt.

Claire assumed he had touched her nipples by accident so when he said, "What about the panties?" she pushed her hips forward slightly to allow him access.

Fred slid his right hand down the front of her thong allowing his fingers to play through her trimmed pubic hair.

"Nice isn't it, Mr. Phillips?" Claire asked guilelessly as felt up her crotch with one hand and, by chance of course, brushed his fingers over her right nipple with his other.

"Oh yes," Fred moaned

After a minute, Fred realised that Claire would suspect if he persisted so he tried a different tack. He just had to see those breasts.

"You said that the bra has got good support but it seems to me your breasts are very firm so they don't need that much help. It's really difficult to judge just how supportive it is without being able to compare to your breasts without a bra."

At the party she'd hosted, she'd been fairly relaxed about going topless in front of the customers as she changed. But it was a bit different with a man. Still if it helped the sale. "Erm, well I suppose I could just let you have a quick look but only as a comparison."

"Great," Fred smiled. "It would really help me decide what I'm going to order." He couldn't believe she was going to swallow his story but she reached behind to unclasp her bra.

As she did so, her breasts surged forward but didn't sag much at all. She pulled the bra off completely, leaving Fred breathless with desire.

As he'd suspected her nipples were red and, relative to the size of her tits, quite small. Her bosom was milky with a light smattering of freckles. She could easily have got away without a bra.

"They are nice and firm but I promise the support this bra provides is fantastic," she said conversationally.

Fred couldn't resist. He reached out and took hold of one breast in each hand, weighing them to judge their firmness.

"Oh!" Claire was startled but decided to allow him to have a good feel. After all it wasn't like he was fondling her boobs exactly. He was just weighing them up to gauge the support the bra provided.

"Hmmm," Fred did his best to continue the deception. "Yes, as I suspected you've got great big firm tits. It's a beautiful bra but I'm not sure how much support your boobs actually need," he said as he continued to squeeze her astonishing breasts.

"Oh, honestly they might seem like they don't need a bra. But they're really comfortable in this one," Claire gasped slightly as Fred pinched her nipples to stiffness but didn't protest.

Realising that if he continued his shameless groping she might question his motives, Fred allowed his hands to drop with a sigh. She reached out to put the bra back on but Fred took it away from her to have a closer look.

"OK," he said, "you've convinced me. I'll take the full set."

"Oh, fantastic!" Claire breasts bounced delightfully as she clapped her hands girlishly, forgetting that she was topless, before reaching across for her order pad.

Fred stared at her glorious breasts as she carefully wrote out the product details. He planned his next steps.

"Right, what else can you show me?" he asked once she was finished.

"Erm, how about some of these..." She turned around and bent over to rummage through her open case once more. The lips of her pussy bulged invitingly around her g-string. Fred squeezed rubbed himself again until she'd found some other underwear to show him.

For the next half an hour, she showed him another three or four sets of lingerie. He didn't ask her to try any of them on as he didn't want her to remember that she was bare-breasted and put on a bra. Each time she showed him something else he prevaricated before allowing her to win him over. If he'd had any intention of actually buying all this, it would cost him a fortune!

After a while, Fred noticed that Claire still hadn't opened up her other case.

"What's in there?" he asked.

Despite the fact that her breasts had been groped, her pussy had been felt and that all she was wearing was a skimpy thong, stockings, suspenders and high heels, Claire had remained fairly relaxed. However Fred's question caused her to blush enchantingly. He was pointing to her case of massage lotions, sexual lubricants and erotic toys.

"Um, well, those are some of the more interesting accessories we sell," she said.

"Really? Great. Belinda asked me specially to get her some stuff. What have you got?" Fred asked noticing her discomfort. What the fuck has she got in there? he thought.

Claire tentatively opened the case and reached in for something, trying her best not to reveal the range of dildos and vibrators. She pulled out a small sampler bottle of Nipplicious.

"Wow, what's that," Fred sn*tched away the bottle to have a look at it. "Cherry-flavoured nipple drops. Makes nipples more sensitive," he read.

He looked up at Claire and then down at her lovely fat tits. "Do they work?" he asked.

"Of course!" Claire asserted, although to be fair she'd been warned that the efficacy was much more psychological than real. However, she realised that Fred was interested and, at £30 a bottle, she sniffed another order.

Fred had opened the bottle, pulling out the dropper and giving it a sniff. "So what you're saying is that if I put this on of your nipples it would become more sensitive than the other one?"

"Erm, well yes I suppose so," Claire replied less enthusiastically, now very conscious that she was still topless.

Fred smiled, "Come here then. Let's give it a go."

Claire considered briefly before sitting down beside Fred and pushing out her nipples for him.

Fred sighed in pleasure as lifted up her right breast with one hand before applying two drops of Nipplicious to the cherry-red tip.

"Oh! It's a bit cold!" Emma gasped. Her nipple immediately swelled until it was rigid.

Fred couldn't stop himself. "Let me test how sensitive it is now." He bent down and began to suck her left nipple.

"Mr. Phillips! I'm not sure that this is appropriate!" she gasped, although she didn't pull away. "And anyway that's the wrong nipple!"

Fred gave the nipple another lick before looking up at her. "I need to test them both out and compare how horny you get as well as how it tastes. I just want to make sure it works before I buy a few bottles," he casually added before starting to lick and suck once more.

"Oh, well, I suppose that's OK then," Claire squeaked as he flicked his tongue forcefully over her erect nipple.

After a few minutes on her left breast, Fred sat up and asked, "How was that?"

Claire looked at him and decided to play it cool. After all, she wanted to encourage a sale. "It was OK. Here why don't you try this one," she offered holding up the other breast which had the drops on.

Fred smiled at her artlessness before diving down and taking it into his mouth. The cherry flavour was over-sweet and artificial but he ignored it, concentrating on the tremendous feeling of her hard bud in his mouth. While he sucked, he continued to massage her other boob.

Claire decided that she had to appear more aroused now he was sucking the treated breast. She closed her eyes and imagined it was her boyfriend Danny licking her nipple.

"Oh, yes. That's really nice," she over-acted. Fred chuckled to himself but decided to carry on taking advantage of the situation.

Claire began moaning and groaning, allowing herself to become excited at Fred's touch. She was even slightly disappointed when he stopped although he continued to play with her tits.

"Well that definitely seems to work. I'll take a couple of bottles."

"Yes!" Claire exclaimed without thinking but Fred didn't seem to have noticed.

Still feeling a little flushed she added the items to the order sheet. While she was doing this, Fred had moved over to the other sofa, adjusting his erection surreptitiously, and had pulled another bottle out of her bag.

"This looks interesting!" he said. Dreading what he might have, Claire was actually quite relieved he'd found some Pussylicious, Nipplicious's sister product. It could have been a lot worse. Again she wasn't sure how well it really worked. She would have to be really persuasive to make a sale.

Once more Fred read out the label, "Makes any pussy taste fantastic, increases sensitivity -- guaranteed orgasms! Hmm. Looks interesting. I might buy some of this as well. Belinda does like to have her c*nt licked," he added unnecessarily.

"Really? Anyway, yes, it's a very popular product. Can I put you down for two bottles of that too?"

"Maybe," Fred pretended to deliberate. "I mean if it definitely works as advertised..."

Belinda contemplated for a few seconds. Danny would probably be upset with her but he didn't need to know. Anyway this was about her career and not about sex.

She stood up. "Would you like to try some out on me?"

Fred stared long and hard at her crotch which was now just a few inches in front of her face. Her thong looked slightly damp and he was sure he could smell her pussy.

"I suppose that's probably the best way," he agreed and, without asking, peeled down her g-string.

Claire eagerly stepped out of it and kicked off her heels, thinking that it should be easy enough to convince him of the efficacy of the drops. She lay back on the sofa and opened her lithe stocking covered legs.

Fred was incredulous. The most attractive woman he'd ever met was lying virtually naked in front of him freely offering him her c*nt. This wasn't a fantasy; this was real! He knelt in front of her.

The first thing he noticed was that the little patch of hair above her pussy was as red as the hair on her head. He could also now see that her lips were slightly damp, a consequence of his vigorous work earlier on her nipples.

"I think I should have a good taste first, before I try the drops out, just so I've got a good basis to compare," he said before burying his face between her long smooth thighs. She actually tasted fantastic -- fresh and clean with just hint of heady saltiness. He delicately licked up and down her lips a few times before flicking his tongue over her erect clit.

"Oh!" she squealed as he sucked her clit harder. She bit her lip and tried her best not to respond as he slid a finger into her c*nt and bent it upwards to massage her from the inside.

Despite her best efforts she couldn't help but let out the odd squeal as Fred, playing along with the game, did his best to make her come. After a few minutes, he decided he would try the drops.

"I've got to say your pussy tastes lovely and you seem quite sensitive already," he told her.

She blushed at the unusual compliment before gasping as the cold drops ran from her clit down her moist lips to her arsehole.

"Right let's see how you taste now," Fred bent back to his task immediately, allowing his free hand to rub himself through his trousers.

Once more he licked, sucked and nibbled her pussy. The strawberry-flavoured drops did nothing for him but he took no notice and continued to enthusiastically lick her.

Claire allowed herself to relax and enjoy the feeling of a stranger slurping on her c*nt. She considered faking an orgasm to really emphasise how great these drops were but rapidly realised she didn't need to -- she was going to come anyway.

"Oh, Mr. Phillips!" she screamed as he sucked relentlessly on her clit. Fred felt her thighs convulse around his face. Had she just come? He couldn't tell whether it was real but was happy to play along anyway.

"Yes, that really seems to have worked; a definite increase in sensitivity, wouldn't you say?"

"Oh, yes, um, yes, that was really good," Claire gasped as she recovered from her orgasm.

Fred was now desperate from some relief himself but knew he'd have to play it carefully. He sat down on the sofa opposite her.

"Have you got anything for me to use?" he asked.

"Um, yes, hang on. Let me get into some clothes and I'll show a great new product."

"Actually," he replied, "no need to get dressed. I might want you to demonstrate some other products later so please don't bother."

"Oh. OK. I suppose that's OK. You've seen everything anyway!" she joked.

This time she brought out tube of cream from her bag and handed it to Fred.

"Erecto-sure?"

"Yes, it's an organic and natural cream that not only guarantees a sure long-lasting erection but it also accelerates post-climactic recovery and increases both sensitivity and the volume of ejaculate," she read from the packaging. "It's a bit like Viagra but with added benefits and no side-effects or artificial ingredients. And it's completely edible too."

"Really?" Fred asked. "Well if it does all of that I'll take a few tubes. But how can I be sure it really works?" He glanced down at the bulge in his trousers.

Claire's eyes widened as she noticed his erection. Her first thought was that she needed to leave immediately. But the she forced herself to relax. She was in charge of this situation. She had already made £400 on this order and she sensed there was a lot more to come if she played it right.

She looked up at Fred who was reading the fine print on the tube of cream and hadn't realised that she had seen his arousal. Claire felt a wave of sympathy for him. It was no real surprise the poor man had an erection; he'd just spent the last hour licking her pussy and tits. She knew she was a good looking woman and it was probably embarrassing for him to have reacted this way when all he was doing was trying to get something to please his wife.

Maybe she could persuade him to try out some of the cream on himself and then have a wank. But then how would she be able to ensure he had such a fantastic experience that he bought lots of the product? She didn't feel that confident of the cream's effectiveness to leave it to chance. She had an idea.

"Would you like me to rub some into your penis for you, Mr. Phillips?" she asked. "I don't mean in a sexual way; I just want to be sure you can experience how well the cream works as if your wife were here with you. You can close your eyes and pretend it's her if that helps."

Fred had been doing his best to think of a way to get his cock out and into her hands but couldn't think how without being overly direct. So when she offered, he silently thanked any gods who might be listening. Had she really just offered him a handjob?

"Well I suppose, you could do that but we really mustn't discuss this with anyone," he warned mock-sternly.

"Oh, of course this is all completely confidential, like a doctor. I wouldn't tell anyone what you've bought or how I sold it to you." Well that was certainly true, she thought.

Fred decided to push it just a touch further. "I'm just worried what my wife would think if she ever found out that you'd rubbed cream into my hard cock."

Claire blushed despite herself. "But it's not like I'd be masturbating you to give you pleasure. We'd just be trying out a product. It would be completely innocent! And anyway, she won't ever find out. Please, Mr. Phillips, give me a chance to show you how well this cream works."

Fred couldn't resist any longer he opened his legs. "OK then, come over here and try it out."

Claire gave a huge smile and had to stop herself punching the air. She knew she had it in the bag now. She knelt down between Fred's legs and reached up to unzip him.

She pulled out his dick and lightly stroked it up and down. It was quite small and covered in unattractive grey hair but already hard. She took the cream from him and applied a generous portion before rubbing it into his cock and balls with long firm strokes.

"How does that feel?" she asked looking up at him with her big green eyes, the tips of her breasts brushing his knees.

"OK," Fred said, doing his best to not swear. He thanked goodness that he'd had a wank that morning otherwise he would already have exploded over her face. I can't believe this is fucking happening, he thought to himself.

She was slowly languorously masturbating him now, while her other hand fondled his balls.

"Oh, look," she breathed. "It's got so much longer now. You're so big. Mr. Phillips," she lied keen to make him feel good. "Why don't you just lie back and pretend I'm Belinda." He could feel the tickle of her breath over his scrotum.

Fred decided to try and raise the stakes. "I'm sorry, I can't."

Claire's eyes widened. "Why not?" she asked. "Doesn't it feel nice?"

"Oh it feels very nice but it just that Belinda never tosses me off. She always uses her mouth."

"Her mouth?" Claire repeated, aghast.

"Yes, she loves to give oral sex. So it's really difficult to compare..." He didn't finish the sentence.

"Um. Well, I suppose it wouldn't do any harm is I used my mouth. Do you think you could pretend I'm Belinda if I gave it a suck?"

"I'm not sure but I'm willing for you to give it a go. You did say it was edible didn't you?" Fred asked.

Shit, Danny would kill her if ever found out, she thought. She kissed the head of Fred's dick, before drawing back. It tasted slightly off and smelt of urine. The cream hadn't improved the flavour in any way. But she had to pretend she was loving it and make the whole experience fantastic for him as well as ensuring he lasted well. Concentrate, Claire, she said to herself.

Fred sighed in unqualified pleasure as Claire lent forward and licked his cock. She then alternated between slurping on his balls, licking his shaft, sucking his glans and bobbing her head up and down his entire length. He knew he wasn't very big but he was impressed with the way she managed to swallow him whole.

For the next half an hour she sucked him like a professional, bringing him to the brink of climax several times, before calming him down and starting again

By this time, Fred had forgotten he was supposed to be pretending she was his wife.

"Please, Claire," he groaned. "I need to come," he pleaded as she brought him to the brink once more. This time Claire thought she would make him come. By now he should agree that it he'd had a sure long-lasting erection as well as increased sensitivity as the packaging had promised. She'd done her absolute best to give him the blowjob of his life. She certainly didn't go to this much trouble for Danny, her own boyfriend!

She nodded around a mouthful of his cock and was just about to pull back and finish him off over her tits when he said, "Please don't swallow my come yet. I want to see in your mouth how much cum I produce."

Claire had had no intention of swallowing anything but, realising he was still testing out the cream, decided to make an exception just this once. So when he started to buck and squirt into her mouth she held it there while tossing him slowly to completion until his shudders had totally subsided.

His jism tasted unpleasant, faintly rank and very salty but she dutifully opened her mouth to show that it was full.

"Wow. That really is a big mouthful of spunk. Ok you can swallow it now," he ordered.

Claire suppressed a retch as she forced it down her throat. "Mmm. That was delicious," she lied, still keen to please. "How was that for you? You certainly showed lots of stamina. Did it feel good?"

"Claire, I can honestly say that was the best blowjob I've ever had. Thanks. That cream really does work!" he added just to keep the game going.

"Great. Can I put you down for two tubes? How about three?" she suggested.

"Wait a minute. We haven't tested out how quickly I can recover. Usually I wouldn't be able to get hard again for an hour after such a big orgasm. Why don't you use your mouth on me again to see how quickly I can get hard. That's what Belinda would do."

Claire's smile disappeared. Her neck and knees hurt after her marathon blowjob. And if she got him hard again, she had a feeling it wouldn't just end there. Still three tubes would be another £200 or so...

She bent her head down and began to lick him hard, thinking that it wasn't like she actually having proper sex with him or anything.

Fred stroked her head as she bobbed on him, knowing that it wouldn't be long until he was aroused again. He decided to see what else was in the case.

As he began rummaging through the contents, he felt Claire moan around his cock as she saw what he was doing.

He pushed her head down. "Don't worry. I'm just working out what else I'd like to buy. You just get me hard and show me that how well that cream performs."

Claire mentally sighed but she kept sliding her mouth up and down him. He was already beginning to respond. Maybe the cream really did work.

Fred meanwhile had found a fascinating range of vibrators and dildos. He smiled to himself and brought two out.

"These look interesting," he said to Claire. "I'd like to get one for Belinda. Which one would you recommend?"

Claire looked up and blushed. Fred was almost hard again now but she kept tossing him with one hand and stroking his balls with the other as she answered.

"Oh, yes. Those are two of our most popular rechargeable vibrators. The flat one is a Fairy-Flutterer. It's designed for clitoral and labial stimulation. The long one is a Big Boy Toy. Although it can be used externally, it's also fantastic for penetration."

"Have you tried either of them?"

"Er no," she said hesitantly.

"I'd like to see which one is most arousing," he said, holding out both too her.

"Oh." Claire was hugely embarrassed. Perhaps it wasn't rational but she'd been relatively accepting of the oral sex; however the thought of this ugly little stranger watching her masturbate with a sex toy just felt really uncomfortable.

But these were top of the range vibrators and it would be a phenomenal sale if she could pull it off. She decided to close her eyes and think of Danny.

She lay back and turned on the Flutterer. She was conscious that Fred's face was inches away from her pussy as she started to rub it gently over her clit. At least watching her would help him get fully hard.

Despite her reluctance, it wasn't long before she started moaning as the Flutterer did its work. It really did feel fabulous on her lips and on the hood of her clit. She began to rub it rhythmically up and down the top part of her pussy.

Fred was entranced. He'd never seen a woman masturbate in real life before and Claire was a particularly beautiful woman. He decided to get involved.

Claire's eyes shot open as she felt something hard nudging at the opening of her c*nt. She looked down to see Fred's broad grin as he began to push the Big Boy inside her.

"I thought maybe they would together well. I could always buy both of them," he said as he turned it on.
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"Fuck!" screamed Claire as virtually the entire length slid into her tight hole. And when he turned it on she convulsed immediately in spontaneous orgasm.

"Oh, OK," she whimpered as Fred began to push it steadily in and out of her.

Over the next twenty minutes, Claire came countless times. The combination of the two vibrators was just too much to withstand. At least Mr. Phillips couldn't now doubt that these were really effective toys.

She relaxed her body as Fred finally slid the Big Boy out after another shattering climax. "Oh, wow. That was amazing," she purred.

She looked down. Fred was kneeling between her legs and now holding a full erection.

"Oh, good. You got hard again! Would you like to order some of that cream now?"

"Yes. But first I just want to do this," Fred said as he pushed his hips forward. His cock slid into her pussy smoothly.

"Mr. Phillips!" she exclaimed as he lifted her legs over his shoulders and began to thrust.

"Oh, fuck, your c*nt feels good, Claire. I'm just continuing to pretend you're my wife. Miri.., er I mean. Belinda likes a good shagging. Just need to make sure the cream works in all circumstances," he finished weakly.

"Oh, I see." Claire didn't know what to do. There was no denying that letting a strange man fuck her was seriously letting down her boyfriend. However it wasn't like she was enjoying it or anything. Perhaps this was because Fred wasn't the most well-endowed and after the Big Boy, his cock was a little disappointing. She decided her best bet was to help him finish off quickly and get the order signed.

She began lifting her hips up in time to Fred's thrusts. "Oh yes, Fred. Fuck me, you big bastard. Give it to me hard," she moaned doing her best to excite him further.

Fred didn't really care what she was saying. All that mattered was that he was fucking a truly gorgeous woman for the first time in his life. And what was great was that, because he'd already come, he was going to be able to keep going for ages.

After another few minutes of grinding, groaning and ineffectual acting, Fred decided that he'd like to try a different position. "Let's try you on top. Belinda loves that."

"OK," Claire said happily. She'd got a bit uncomfortable with her legs in the air and Fred lying on her and being on top would give her back some control.

He lay back and Claire swung over one of her long legs before slowly lowering herself down on his stubby cock. "Oh that's nice, Mr. Phillips. Go on play with my tits," she urged as Fred began fondling her enormous chest.

She ground her hips back and forth, desperate to make him come.

But Fred still had some way to go and, after a while, decided he wanted to try another position.

"Let's do it from behind," he ordered. Claire groaned but lifted off and got onto her hands and knees on the sofa.

Now Fred adored tits so he'd been exceptionally happy with Claire on top, playing with her substantial bouncing breasts as she fucked him. But he had to admit his view of her arse as he shagged her doggy-style was possibly even better. He'd never seen such a perfectly shaped butt, not even on the TV. And as his cock slid in and out of her fabulous c*nt, he began to squeeze her buttocks while watching her glorious rosebud of a bumhole. Making a decision, he reached across to Claire's bag with his left hand.

Claire was pushing her hips back as hard as she could so that Fred's stomach slapped her arse with every thrust. "Please, Mr. Phillips. Come in me! Fill me with your spunk!" she cried, keen to finally seal the order.

In the meantime Fred had found a tube of what he'd been looking for. "Shag-o-Lube! Gets the biggest things into the smallest places!" he read to himself.

A few seconds later, Claire squeaked as she felt something wet and clammy on her arsehole. What was going on? Had he just come on her bum? But no, it felt cold.

"What's that?" she asked as Fred pulled out.

"Oh, that's Shag-o-Lube," he answered.

Claire's brain generally worked quite slowly. So although she was trying to work out what was going on, it was the unfamiliar pain in her bottom as Fred pushed his cock in to her that finally made her understand what was happening.

"Mr. Phillips!" she screamed. "You can't do that! It's naughty!"

"But I really want to buy some lubricant so I just wanted to try it out first," Fred huffed as he thrust in and out of her tender bumhole. "And in any case Miriam, I mean, Belinda loves it up the arse. I'm just pretending you're her like you suggested,"

Claire didn't know what to say. Yes, it had been her idea that he imagine that she was his wife but she hadn't expected to lead to a fuck let alone a full anal rogering. She'd never expected to be the kind of girl who ever took it up the butt. Danny had asked her on a couple of occasions but she'd always refused.

Luckily for her, the lubricant was actually very effective and, although it was uncomfortable to have a dick in her bum, it was hardly agonising.

At least he should finish off quite quickly. He certainly felt a lot bigger in her arse rather than her pussy. It should be a lot tighter for him, she reasoned as she began to push back gingerly to speed his climax.

And she was right. Not that he was particularly experienced but this was the tightest hole he'd ever been inside and it felt divine. All too soon he began to spurt what seems like gallons of spunk into her arse, before collapsing on her.

Claire allowed him to lie there until she felt his shrivelled cock slip from her bum.

"Mr. Phillips?" she asked, prompting him to roll off her.

Fred was utterly exhausted as well as utterly elated. All his fantasies had just come true. He knew it was a touch of luck with a smattering of dishonesty and a dash of opportunism that had allowed him to fulfil them but he would always have the memory of being sucked off by the most gorgeous woman he'd ever met before fucking her lovely pussy in several different positions, prior to finally finishing off in her arse.

"Er, Mr. Phillips, can I get you to sign this? I've added both vibrators if that's OK as well as tube of the lubricant. I just need your signature and your credit card number." Claire was standing in front of him, still in nothing but her red stockings and suspenders and holding out her order form and a pen. Her beautiful long red hair was in disarray; her breasts were heaving as she breathed in and out, worn out after her exertion; her nipples were an angry red from his tweaking, biting and sucking' cum was leaking out of her arse and down the insides of her thighs and her makeup was smeared. She looked divine. He felt an inordinate fondness for her.

"Claire, can I just say how wonderful you've been. You're a very beautiful woman and I feel truly honoured that you've been so practical in your product demonstrations," he said as he reached out and gave her breasts a grope.

Claire blushed slightly. "Oh, thanks. I mean it really was no trouble at all," she fibbed.

Fred had to go up on tip-toe but he reached up and gave her a kiss on her soft lips before reaching around to cup her buttocks and squeeze. Claire automatically kissed him back, and he took the opportunity to stick his tongue into her mouth.

Her instinct was to push him away -- his breath smelt unpleasant and his hands were rough on her smooth bum -- but she held back as she didn't want to offend him.

During the long lingering snog, Fred considered his next steps. Of course there was no way he could afford to pay for all these products. How could he get out this without getting into trouble? He made his decision.

"Oh, shit is that the time! Belinda is due back any second! Quick, we have to get you dressed and out of here," he exclaimed as he pushed her away and grabbed her dress and jacket.

"What! But can't we just tell her I've been selling you products?" Claire asked as she randomly grabbed some green undies from her case and began to slip them on.

"No, there's no way she'd believe you'd been here two hours just selling. And anyway I want to keep the purchases a surprise!"

Claire quickly pulled on her dress and shoes before packing away her samples. Fred noticed she hadn't bothered with putting on a bra.

"But what about the order?" she asked plaintively.

Fred thought quickly. Did her dare try and take things even further? "Well why don't you come back next Tuesday, say, at 2? I definitely want to make an order and if you bring some other products I'd like to try them out."

"Really?" Claire considered. "Well, I suppose am free then. And I've got a delivery of new samples coming this weekend. But I'm not sure..." She broke off as she thought about what to do.

Fred crossed his fingers. He'd chosen the same random time he'd said to Belinda on the phone to try and kill two birds with one stone. After all, he didn't want Belinda to get in touch with Claire and blow the whole deception. And he certainly wanted another chance to repeat today's experience.

Surely she wouldn't fall for the same trick again?

Claire was trying to weigh up the chance of an even bigger order against the need to demonstrate even more products to Fred. On the negative side, her knees and arsehole still hurt and her hair was ruined. She'd also been unfaithful to her boyfriend in several different ways although only as a consequence of her practical demos. But, on the other hand, she was due to receive some brand new and expensive lingerie as well as a new range of high-value real-feel sex toys. And she didn't need to tell her boyfriend what had happened.

She looked up at him and gave him a big smile. "Yes, all right. I'll be back then."

Fred gave her a peck on the cheek and a quick squeeze of her bottom. "Thanks, Claire. Now, come on, you need to get out here!" he said as he opened the front door.

"OK!" she said brightly, pulling her cases behind her with her heels clicking down his garden path.

Fred watched her swaying arse as she walked away, already missing her divine presence. As well as her divine tits.

She stopped and looked around. "Oh, Mr. Phillips? Just one thought about next Tuesday. Belinda won't be around will she?"

Fred looked up from her proud chest and gave her a wicked smile. "Claire, I can absolutely 100% guarantee she won't be here."