A Spaniard In England

When Raphael moved to The UK two months ago he didn't know a lick of English. The eighteen year old had been content with his first language Spanish and was so terrible in school he gave up on his English lessons in order to skive and play football instead, but as you can imagine not knowing English in an English speaking country was an issue.

Raphael and his mother Maria moved to England in order for her to marry an Englishman she'd met whilst he was on holiday in Spain.

His name was Paul and I say was is because well Paul died shortly after Raphael and his mother arrived. Leaving the two stuck in a country they'd never been to before, and leaving them with such little money they couldn't afford the journey back home. And without officially marrying Paul, they didn't see a penny of his money. Paul's sister Alison took the pair in and even tries to teach Raphael some English, he's learnt the basics, but still struggles tremendously.

With her chances of a green card being pushed farther away Maria was desperate, and Alison, having taken a liking to her, proposed that Maria marry her in Paul's place.

Raphael thought the wedding was a fluke until he walked in on his mother and Alison in bed together rubbing their clits together. So that was it then. He supposed he needed a new suit for the occasion.

Back in Spain Raphael had a reputation for being a bad boy, the only one who had been able to even semi-tame him was his boyfriend Daniel who he had to break up with after the big move. Being a bad boy, Raphael hated suits, but he loved his mother and he even liked Alison for being patient with him, so buying a new suit for their special day was the least he could do.

This was his first time heading into town by himself and he was bricking it. Everything was in English and it was overwhelming to him. He found a nice menswear store on the second floor of the shopping centre and took a deep breath before walking in.

To his surprise the store was filled with women, not a man in sight. For a moment he thought he was in the wrong place until the store's owner Clara approached him.

"Good afternoon Sir, how can I help you today in the store manager Clara, we don't see many," she bites her lip "young men like you in here."

Clara is forty-nine and dressed in a smart looking dress and heels. Her dark brunette hair is tied up in a neat bun accentuating her cheekbones.

She looks down at the shorter Raphael and notes his tanned skin, curly black hair and athletic frame. He would make a fantastic model for her store, but she kept these thoughts to herself whilst she waited for him to speak.

"A suit." Raphael struggled "necesito a suit?" He smiled nervously.

Clara realised he couldn't speak very good English and decided to use this to her advantage. Rather than replying with words she placed a gentle hand on Raphael's bare arm and guided him to the back of the store, standing him in front of a smart looking navy blue suit. She picked it up from the rack and held it over Raphael smiling as she led him to a mirror showing him that it would look good on him. Raphael nods at the suit and looks around for a changing room.

"Where ... change?" He asks, confused.

"Ah, we've recently opened so we don't actually have a changing room as such, most men try their suits on at home once their wives or mothers have picked them out for them. You'll have to try it on here."

Raphael looks around at the busy store, it's a rectangular type place and there is nowhere to change that wouldn't be seen by the other shoppers. He shakes his head as an attempt to say he doesn't feel comfortable dressing here, but Clara will have none of it.

"Nonsense!" She states. "Get those shoes off, come on." Raphael looks down at his feet confused and in a condescending voice Clara snaps her fingers and says "zapatos fuera ahora" Raphael is frightened by her tone and quickly gets to work untying the laces of his white high tops and slipping them off his feet standing in his dirty white socks he was wearing earlier as he played football in the garden by himself.

Clara pulled at the hem of his shirt and Raphael instinctively lifted his arms up as she pulled the shirt over his torso revealing his toned body. Clara placed her hand against his bare chest and licked her lips, she gestured for him to take off his jeans and turned around to sort out his suit. When she turned back around Raphael was blushing and standing in his black boxer shorts which were covered in tiny holes from the constant wear.

By this point the other women in the store were looking longingly at the young Spanish man practically salivating over his body.

Clara helped Raphael into the suit and he stood there awkwardly in front of the mirror in his new suit and socks feeling out of place within the fabric. Before he could say anything Clara was behind him with her hands on his waist, her fingers reached over to his fly and she pulled it down before unbuttoning his boxer shorts and pulling out his cock. Raphael went to cover himself but Clara used one hand to hold his wrists behind his back and began stroking him with her other one until he became reluctantly hard in her grip.

Clara turned Raphael around and leaned back against a display table, pulling him closer to her by his cock. By this point Raphael was too scared to push her away and watched as she slipped off her panties from under her skirt and pulled it up revealing her neatly trimmed vulva.

A couple of other women watching on approached Raphael from behind and pushed him towards Clara forcing him inside her opening. Clara moaned as his thick Spanish cock entered her, and the other women grabbed his hips making him thrust in and out. After getting over the shock Raphael sucked it up and took over gently thrusting into the woman. It was his first time being with a woman and he didn't really enjoy it the same way he'd enjoyed fucking Daniel, he was far tighter, but it was pleasant enough and he fucked Clara's pussy as she used two fingers to rub her clit moaning out with pleasure with the encouragement of the other women.

Unbeknownst to him Alison had entered the store looking for her own suit for the wedding. She'd always preferred wearing men's clothing and as she stood there frozen watching her future gay stepson fucking the owner of the store who happened to be one of her old school friends. Alison began coming up with a devious little idea that may just help the young man learn just enough English to make a speech at the wedding.

To be continued...