I love my job the most

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I worked at a department store in Ikebukuro, and in less than two years, I became the manager of the suit department.

To be honest, I had no sales experience whatsoever. Before working at this department store, I had been divorced twice and had two children, but my parents wouldn't give me custody. For three years, I had also led a decadent life in Hokkaido's brothels. Therefore, I made up my mind to come to Tokyo and start anew, finding a respectable day job, especially as I approached forty.

Initially, I worked as a sales clerk in the underground food section, and then switched to many other departments, but none of them lasted more than a month. During this time, I considered giving up many times, but finally, I transferred to the suit department, and my future finally looked bright. In a very short time, the suit department's sales doubled because of me.

My method was simple: using my looks.

And today, another target appeared. My targets were those timid men.

This way, even if I develop a relationship with these customers, I won't have to worry about them clinging to me later, saving me a lot of trouble...

"Sir! Would you like to try on these trousers?"

"No... I'll just look..."

I never let those aimless or indecisive men get away: "Sir, please come into the fitting room and try them on before deciding whether to buy them, okay?" Making this suggestion is very important. I unbuttoned the second button of my company uniform beforehand, and since I'm not very tall, when I approach a customer, a large portion of my full breasts is exposed to their view. Ten out of ten male customers went into the fitting room; this method is practically foolproof.

I drew the curtain of the fitting room, and under the pretext of measuring the trousers, I followed them into the fitting room.

Of course, the curtain had to be drawn properly.

While looking at the customer's trousers in the fitting room, I squatted down and deliberately spread my legs so that he could clearly see what was under my skirt.

"Sir, how about altering the length of your pants?" I usually take the measurements for younger customers.

"Ah, um... this..." At this stage, although it wasn't very stimulating, he had already started to get an erection.

My stockings were high-quality French-made products, extremely transparent, so he could see the condition of his crotch clearly, of course, without any underwear. The thick hair and shell-like petals were all visible to the customer.

I bent down further to measure his pant leg and waist, and casually placed one hand on his crotch.

"Ah ah..."

"Ah, it's gotten so big already, you have a girlfriend, right?" "No, no..." The young man's face immediately turned red, he was at a loss, and his whole body trembled.

So, we've entered the main event...

In the small space of the fitting room, a man being attacked by a female pervert might be very excited. But from a woman's perspective, this moment was the most unbearable.

"Just for a moment, please close your eyes..." I said softly and gently.

"Yes..." More than half of the men, in this special, secluded fitting room, followed my instructions.

His pants were so swollen they resembled a tent. I reached out and slowly unzipped his pants, then slipped my hand inside, pulling out his already hard penis.

"Ugh, ugh..."

"Sir, please don't be loud..."

The young man nodded gently and immediately fell silent. Thus, I fully unleashed my old skills from the brothel. My fingers massaged his penis, rubbing it from the base to the glans, sometimes pressing hard, sometimes relaxing.

"I can't hold back anymore..."

"No! Now I'll serve you with my mouth!" I took a wet wipe from my pre-placed bag and carefully wiped the smegma-covered inside of his foreskin. Just doing this made his penis react even more intensely.

"If you want to ejaculate, don't worry about anything, just come in my mouth..." He nodded gently again.

I gently took his penis completely into my mouth, licking the concave part of the glans with the tip of my tongue and kneading his testicles, while also increasing the piston-like motion of my head.

"Ah, ah... I... can't hold back anymore..."

With the man's deep moans, I intensified the sucking of my lips, my hands moving rapidly back and forth on his penis.

After a moment, the young man's body convulsed, and his hot, cloudy white fluid sprayed freely into my mouth.

"Glug..." Without hesitation, I swallowed all the liquid.

The customer, now completely liberated, remained obedient to me even after leaving the fitting room.

"Sir, why don't you buy another one?"

"...!?"

My daily work is so enjoyable; what more could I ask for in life?

[The End]

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