The invitation

“Would you like me to take care of it madam? It does spoil the line of the garment” said Emma.

“That would be lovely – please do.”

Jack was amazed. Had Sally taken leave of her senses? She wanted a stranger to ‘relieve’ him right here in front of her?

Emma pulled the satin knickers down to mid thigh and wrapped a hand around Jack’s six inch cock. She rubbed her thumb over his foreskin, rubbing his pre-cum over the end of his cock and then started to firmly but gently masturbate him. Jack looked at himself in the mirror. He saw a smoothly shaved body with a pretty lace bra, matching suspender belt and knickers which were half way to his knees and white lace top stockings. The sensations of all the soft delicate garments and the expert stimulation being offered by Emma were all too much and he could feel his orgasm gathering at the base of his spine. He gasped and started to twitch and then his orgasm washed over him. He shot thick ropes of semen once, twice, three times onto the carpet in the changing room while trying to remain quiet.

“Thank you,” he heard Sally say to Emma as he came down from his orgasm. “You are very efficient at that...”

“Oh yes, we often have to calm our customers like that.”

“You have some on your hand – Jack, please clean your semen from Emma’s hand – it’s only polite”

“Can you pass me a tissue then?” Jack asked.

“I don’t have any. Just lick it off. Quickly now.”

“What? I’m not licking my own cum from her hand,” he protested, but as he did so Emma put her cum splattered hand to his mouth and grabbed his balls with the other.

“Now don’t be silly sir. It’s only semen, and you don’t want me to have to discipline you do you?” As she spoke she tightened her grip on Jack’s testicles. Reluctantly he licked the salty fluid from her fingers.