Blessings

We're all blessed with something. At least I'm pretty sure we all are. Something that at times is a blessing and sometimes it's a curse.

For instance I have women friends who are blessed with great beauty. It is a blessing. It effortlessly attracts many lovers, opens many doors (exceptionally wide at times), gains them pardons and bonuses without asking. The curse is attracting attention from men they don't want anything to do with, they have trouble being taken seriously sometimes in business situations, they can't go out with a group of girlfriends without being hit on endlessly and they can't go anywhere without men gawking at them and making uninvited comments. Some women friends have a little less beauty but fabulous bodies that attract no less attention but sometimes more rude and lewd comments which is never appreciated.

Me, I was blessed with a big cock and large testicles. I know. Every man thinks he wants a huge cock and big balls. While they have got me attention all on their own they also have been a curse. Many women just can't take it once I am fully erect and they try to force me inside their wee pussies. So I get lots of hand jobs and blow jobs that don't take in much more than the head of my penis.

Don't get me wrong. I have had many great wild nights of sex with women who find great glee fucking the daylights out of me and themselves, but an equal number of nights frustrated by women unwilling to even try riding my cock once they see it fully engorged.

As such, sometimes I don't want the attraction the ever-present bulge in my pants attracts. For instance, when I go shopping for clothes, I often seek out male salespeople knowing they will likely be grossed out if they notice the lump in my pants as opposed to women who sometimes become wide-eyed should they notice and go out of their way to find an opportunity to touch it or get a close-up view. Except for those occasions when the male sales clerk is gay, then the it may as well be a horny woman.

I had been working long days and nights recently, including weekends. The spring weather had just warmed. I was meeting a group of friends for brunch on Sunday and I needed some new shoes. We had just worked all day. I was wrapping up at 8:00pm so I had just enough time to stop by a local high end men's store I liked to shop in. I was in the store somewhat infrequently because of my work schedule and their prices. I had seen some shoes in the window that were exactly what I was looking for. It was about 8:30 when I walked in. I was tired, carrying my loaded messenger bag and not thinking about my blessing.

A pretty young lady came out from behind the counter. The store was otherwise empty.

"Hi. Welcome. Is there anything I can help you with tonight?"

Other than being pretty and generally well proportioned. My focus on purchasing the shoes and getting home distracted me from taking much note of her.

"Actually, I was looking at those brown shoes in your window," I said pointing to the shoes that had caught my eye.

"Oh, they're my favorite shoes. What size are you? I will go and get a pair for you to try on."

"Ten and a half."

"Have a seat. I will be right back."

I let my eyes scan the shop while I walked over to the chairs this young woman had pointed out. I put my bag down, sat in chair and waited for her return.

She came back carrying two boxes. "These sometimes fit small so I brought a pair of 11's as well."

I shrugged my shoulders and nodded my head acknowledging her forethought. I slipped off my right shoe while she positioned herself side-saddle on one of those shoe seller stools with the little ramp in front of it. She set the boxes beside her and unpacked the first pair of shoes. When she turned to face me I saw her name tag pinned to her navy v-neck sweater said Karen. Karen expertly twisted herself and slipped the shoe over my foot and a shoehorn behind my heel. I pushed down and the shoe slid onto my foot.

"How does that feel," Karen asked.

"Pretty good actually."

"Good. Let's get the left one on and get you to walk around the store a bit."

I was already slipping off my left shoe and said, "Yep. Let's do that Karen." She smiled.

I moved my right foot off the stool and presented my left foot to Karen. Smoothly she slipped the shoe onto my foot, reaching around a bit further with the shoehorn she leaned closer to me. I pushed my foot down. I couldn't help but notice Karen's eyes widen and a quiet "Oh my" slip out between her lips. I glanced at her. Her gaze was fixated on my crotch. I closed my eyes and ignored her comment.

I pushed myself up and took a few steps.

"They look great. How do they feel?"

"They feel good. Perfect actually."

Karen bowed her head a little, "Those are the elevens. Do you want to try the 10 and a half?"

I looked down at my shoes and hesitated. "These feel pretty good."

"Sit down and let's try the 10 and a halfs, then you won't question your decision."

I returned to the chair. Karen was digging out the smaller size. "Is one foot larger than the other?"

"Typically my right I think."

As I sat Karen swung around and was facing me. Somehow she managed to pinch her knees together so I couldn't see up her short skirt. Not that I was looking, but given the opportunity you can bet I would have taken a peek.

"Put your foot up and let me take that one off. So, are you buying these for an occasion or for a treat?"

My foot was up. Karen slipped off the shoe only glancing at my crotch once or twice. "A little of both I guess. I've been working hard lately and I'm meeting some friends for brunch tomorrow."

"Well, maybe you should pick up a new outfit; for both reasons as well. We have some great sales on right now."

Karen put the toe of the 10.5 on my foot and shoehorn on my heel. I started pushing. It was definitely more snug than the 11s. Karen was pushing towards me leaning forward. Her sweater fell open enough for me to see her black lace bra hugging her well shaped breasts. Looking for some leverage Karen's legs parted. I couldn't see much except for some white cotton disappearing between her buttocks. My foot finally slid into the shoe. I knew immediately the 11s were for me.

"Nope. Good call on the 11s Karen. Now can we get that one off it's a bit snug."

Karen tugged. The shoe didn't budge. Then she tugged a little harder. The shoe popped off my foot. I fell back into my chair and Karen flipped backwards her legs flying into the air and her hand slapping onto the floor preventing herself from falling off the stool. Yep. White and pink striped thong. Nice puffy pussy underneath. Beautiful legs. Nice ass. I reached out and helped her back up.

"Thank you." She blushed. "That was a little embarrassing. Good thing my boss wasn't here."

"It's fine. It was funny because we both flipped backwards when the shoe finally popped off."

I felt a little sorry for her. "So put these behind the counter and let's see what else you have on sale. Do you think we have time before closing?"

I was starting to take off the left shoe. "No wait." Karen stopped me. "Let me do that. Mr. Simons insists we do that for our customers. And don't worry about the time. We have time. I will keep the store open until you've completed your purchase."

Karen lifted my left foot onto the stool and slowly slid the shoe off. Then she leaned over, picked up my shoes and began putting them on me. She stole as many glances as she could at my crotch. I didn't acknowledge her glances hoping it would be nothing more than a thrill for her and a story for her friends.

"There are some chinos over there that are 40% off, 50% if you buy two pairs, and the shirts beside them are the same. Head over there and I will put these at the cash."

I walked over to the pants.

"34 right?" Karen was back by my side.

"Yep"

As she unfurled a tape measure Karen said, "Let me check your inseam."

'Here we go' I thought. This is such an old ploy. But Karen didn't take advantage. We both knew at this point that I had tucked my equipment right. She tapped my legs to get me to spread them apart just a little. She grabbed the end of the tape and placed it on the inside on my left thigh. 'Thank you' I thought to myself. She ran the tape down my leg. "I'm guessing 32" Karen announced. Before I could answer she had decided. "Yep 32."

She reached into the pile and pulled out 4 different coloured slacks. "and large shirts." She grabbed some shirts. "Come with me and try these on."

Karen led me to the back of the store. She walked by the dressing rooms and opened a door to a fairly large room. "Here you go. This is our special dressing room where our more regular customers get to change and we can bring them lots of clothes. I have to run next door to pick up something at the pharmacy. Do you mind if I leave you alone to try on the items we've selected? I will only be a few minutes and will lock the door when I leave."

"If you think you can trust me, sure. That's okay."

"Great thanks. I need to get there before they close"

Karen bounced out of the room. I started to undress. I heard the door close. Karen was a pretty girl. Probably about 5 years younger than me. Once we started moving around I paid a little more attention to her. She did have a really nice ass and some nice breasts, probably c-cups, perfectly topping her taut body.

I was just pulling on the first pair of chinos when I heard the door open. The phone rang almost immediately afterwards.

"Simon's clothier." It was Karen's voice.

"Yes Mr. Simons. I'm still here. No. I haven't set the alarm yet. Yes a customer arrived just before closing. Yes. He's still here. He's is buying some shoes. The brown loafers. Yes. He's trying on some chinos and shirts. Yes. I will lock up and set the alarm as soon as we're done. Thank you. Good night Mr. Simons."

I was standing in front of the mirror looking at the pants. Karen walked in and threw her package from the pharmacy on one of the chairs.

"Nice" she said walking towards me grabbing one of the shirts. "This would look great with those." She stepped towards me and started unbuttoning my shirt. She did it with such ease that I didn't have time or the inclination to feel like it was inappropriate. She pulled my shirt off and started unfolding the shirt she had selected. Before I could move she spun me around and slid the shirt up my arms. "I'm sorry but I don't know your name."

"Glen. I'm Glen."

"Well it's nice to meet you Glen." Karen was reaching around me buttoning the shirt from the bottom up. Her chest was pressed into my back. Her body felt good but it all felt professional so I didn't get aroused. I just enjoyed it.

"You have a nice build Glen. I'm going to enjoy finding you clothes because they're all going to fit you so well."

"Gee. Thank you Karen. Now I'm embarrassed."

"Good. We're even then. We've both been embarrassed once tonight." Karen said laughing. Her hands hadn't stopped working. She now had my pants undone and was tucking in the shirt.

"Boxers. Nice." She said taking note of my underwear. "I had you pegged as a boxer man. Now turn around and let's see." Karen said pulling up the zipper on the pants.

I spun around. "Fabulous." Karen looked me up and down pausing at the crotch of my pants and noticeably sighing. "You can wear the shirt out of course but with your nice flat abs" she reached out and touched me. "Tucking in shows them off better."

"Okay, I like this. You're really good at this Karen."

"Really? Can you tell my boss? I don't think he thinks so."

"Sure. I will tell him."

"Never mind. He won't listen. Okay try on these pants and this shirt. I'm going to grab you a few more things."

I turned around and started to undress. I could hear Karen rummaging around the shop. I was just finishing buttoning up when Karen walked back into the room. Her arms were full of a variety of things. I saw socks and belts and I'm sure there was more.

"Ah. You look amazing. Here's your new shoes. Put them on and let's see."

I sat down and put the shoes on.

"Uh. Your friends will be so impressed. Look. Go and look in the mirror."

I went and stood in front of the mirror. I did look good. Karen was standing admiring her handy work. Tilting her head from side-to-side. She walked over to me placing her hands on my hips, "These slacks look fabulous on you. Turn so you can see the back a little." She pushed on one hip, pulled on the other. "Look. Your butt looks amazing in these." She ran a hand down then up over my ass. "All the women at your brunch tomorrow won't be able to keep their eyes off of you."

She moved effortlessly around me and the room which made it appear she was barely moving but she was zipping from place to place. She grabbed a belt and some socks from the pile and before I knew it, she was threading the belt through the loops in the pants, had bent down removed my shoes and replaced the socks and was standing looking at me again.

"Incredible. Mr. Simons should hire you as a model for us."

Try as I might, how could I not smile at that comment?

"Something's not quite right." Karen walked and stood behind me. She plucked the shirt up at my shoulders then ran her hands down the sleeves. "Shirt sits well here." She ran her hands down my back then stepped into me peeking around my arm she ran her hand down the front, "and it hangs perfectly on your chest and abs. We've established your ass looks wonderful," she added stepping back and cupping both of my butt cheeks. She stepped forward again "and the pants fit perfectly for length and across the front there's no sign of pulling or buckling." She slid her hands over the front of my pants down to the top of each thigh allowing her right hand to slide over the bulge that was my cock and balls. I flinched ever so slightly but Karen didn't acknowledge it.

She stepped back, her chin resting on one hand, her other hand supporting her elbow.

"Hmm. There's something though I just can't... GOT IT!!" she squealed.

Without hesitation Karen stepped forward and started undoing my pants. She slid them down pulling them off in one motion with my shoes. "Your boxers. The bottom of your boxers are making a line in the leg of the pants." She reached up and pulled down my boxers then moved over to her pile. I was standing there with my blessing of a long cock hanging below the shirttail while Karen was rifling through the pile on the table. "Not these. Not these. These won't do." She paused. "These. Let's try these." Karen held up a pair of what I would call bikini briefs for men. "Uh. I'm not sure those will work." I offered.

"Nonsense." Karen replied and she was at my feet having me slip one foot then the other into the underwear she had selected. She hoisted them up my legs stopping when they were mid-thigh. Karen stood put her hand on my ass and moved behind me. "Okay Glenn, let's see how these look under your new pants. Karen hooked the back off the waistband over my ass then reached around my front pressing her body against me once more. She grabbed my cock "You tuck right, right?"

"Well I hadn't thought about it but yes, I guess I do."

Before I had answered Karen was already tucking my cock along my right hip into the wee bit of material she had brought to me. She handled my cock without issue, professionally trying to make the underwear work for me. My cock was drawing blood from my body filling her hand but Karen seemed to ignore it.

This was definitely the strangest clothes buying experience I had ever had. Having a salesperson in the room with me was strange enough, but having them dress and undress me, not to mention handling my cock and balls was something I had never experienced.

"So, you do this for all your clients?" I asked Karen while she was making sure my testicles were well positioned in her little loin cloth.

"Like I said earlier Glenn, this room is for our 'high rollers' so to speak. Our regular customers who drop one to five thousand dollars every time they come in." Karen was almost massaging my balls. I looked at her reflection in the mirror and she was momentarily in a trance. Karen's touches were arousing but the non-sexual professionalism of the encounter somewhat supressed my body's response. As such I was feeling like I was half erect which was making Karen's task a little more challenging.

"Okay. Let's try that. Nice material don't you think. I love the way these feel." Karen was stroking my cock and caressing my balls through the material. She finished by running her hands over my ass. "Don't you love their feel Glen?"

"Um hm. Feels great." was all I could muster at that point. My cock was tucked to the side. My balls snug against my body. Karen was now slipping the pants onto my feet and pulling them up my legs. She was behind me again doing up the button, fly and belt.

"Well, we fixed this problem. No more line on your thigh." Karen ran her fingertips along both thighs indicating where my boxers had shown though the pants. "But now the front is too tight. See the lines pulling across the front of your pants here." Karen ran her hands back and forth across the front of my pants. I could see the lines and I could feel her hand caressing my cock. "And this shadow here." She wrapped her hand around my growing cock as best she could running her hand up and down its length. "This will attract even more attention from the women then your ass will. And this bulge. It looked better when it more naturally sat lower and little to the right." She cupped my testicles and moved them to the right trying to demonstrate her point.

"Okay. Off with these." Before I could move she had my pants undone and had pulled down pants and underwear together. My cock was standing half at attention. Karen bent down and lifted my feet out of the clothes. She looked up and took my cock in her hands. "You my friend are going to be a challenge."

My cock flinched. "You're a lively bugger too" Karen said stroking me some more. "Just how big do you get?" Karen asked wrapping her second hand around my cock watching it grow in response to her touch. "Impressive. But I'm not going to be able to manage you when you're in that state." She stood up. "Okay Glenn. See if you can get that thing settled down a little while I straighten out some of these clothes and think of another solution."

"I'll do my best, but you're not exactly helping." Karen smiled a wicked little smile.

"Take that shirt off. We may as well try another combination while we're sorting out your underwear. I'm going to put my heels on so it's easier for me to look over your shoulder while I'm dressing you."

I started to unbutton my shirt. In the mirror I could see Karen behind the table wiggling a little then bending down and changing shoes. My erection was subsiding a little until Karen came out from behind the table in her high heels. My god. Her ass looked amazing. She had a pair of boxer shorts in one hand and a shirt in another. "I'll be right back. I'm going to grab something in case these don't work either," Karen called back over her shoulder, twirling the boxer shorts on one of her fingers.

I walked over to drop the shirt on the table. I starting looking through the clothes and doing some simple arithmetic on what the final bill was going to be. Karen had done an amazing job coordinating some outfits that were going to be difficult to resist. Wait. What's that? I leaned over the table a bit. There were Karen's shoes and scrunched up beside them was a little pink and white striped piece of cloth. That's why she was wiggling a bit. She was taking off her thong. As I stood back up Karen came into the room.

"Found them," Karen announced holding up a package. "Okay you. Over by the mirror."

Karen met me at the mirror. She tossed the shirt and package onto a chair beside the mirror. I was completely naked. My cock had softened but it wasn't going to take much to awaken it again. Karen crouched down behind me. How could I not look at her crotch knowing it was bare. And to my advantage, with Karen now in her high heels, her ass was lower relative to her knees and to help maintain her balance she had to set her feet wider apart. As I was mindlessly lifting one foot then the other so Karen could slide on the boxer briefs, my eyes filled with the sight of Karen's neatly trimmed pussy winking back at me. My cock was growing again.