Years ago I used to work as a sales clerk in an upscale men’s shop. The commissions could be pretty great, and the men were mostly well off that were there buying, since it was a pricier store. This man came in and had picked out several expensive suits and I was helping him pick out shirts and ties to complete them. Then he started saying it was too much, he shouldn’t spend more that month. I really needed the sale to pay some bills that were coming up. I asked him if there was anything I could do to finalize the sale.
He said he was horny, so I said I’d give him a hand job. He said that would be fine. I got him undressed and started to stroke his already hard cock. It was going to be a great sale for me, so I really wanted to give him a great orgasm. I moved my hand teasingly up and down that hard shaft and spit in my hand to make it extra slick. He leaned back against the dressing room wall and looked at our reflection in the mirror as I stroked him. He wasn’t a bad looking man, so I didn’t mind too terribly.
I rubbed his balls and could feel them tightening up as he grew more and more aroused by my hand job. He moaned a bit, but wanted to keep quiet since other customers might hear us and I sure didn’t want to be found out and maybe get fired. I sped up my tugging on his cock and he bit his lip as his orgasm approached and I soon had a handful of his cum. I left him to get dressed and I went to wash my hands. We then met at the counter and I rung up my largest sale of the month. It had certainly been worth it, and no one seemed the wiser.
