A few years ago I ended up working full time inside an adult store. I ended up in a place like that, because I lost my previous sales job, and because of a friend of a friend who asked me if I wanted to work for her, in her own store.

I had to sleep a night or two over her proposal, then I said yes, and the day after I had my first shift on my new bosses side. She showed me the trade, she explained me everything I needed to know about the goods we were selling, and after two months on her side thirty one year old me was ready for his own shift.

My boss gave me the late shift, that ran from roughly two o’clock in the afternoon until ten o’clock in the evening. It was the quieter of the two shifts, because believe it or not, people go shopping for their special grown up needs when they are on break at work, or are traveling from point A to point B for work. In the later afternoon, and in the evening the are busy doing different things.

My first shift was an uneventful one: Just a few guys showing up buying some porn movies, condoms and lube. No toy sales, no customer that needed my help. I was bored a lot, time didn’t flew by at all, and to kill some time I decided to expand the basic knowledge I had about the stuff we had sitting on the shelves. And damn it, I learned a lot. I also found out, that BDSM, and female domination, had more than just some appeal to me.

It didn’t took long and I found myself daydreaming a lot. About someone showing up, dominating me, punishing me and doing other interesting things with me. But those dreams, they stayed dreams. At least from the time being.

As days turned into weeks, the customers showing up began to vary, some women came into the store too, also some men that needed some help finding the right things, the right toys, I actually began to enjoy working inside an adult store. I tried to give the best advice I could, and surprise, people most likely have been talking, and the store got busier and busier while the overall sales volume went up. My boss was more than happy with my doing.

It was on a Friday evening when she entered the store, and my life. She was a single – there was no ring around her finger, and she wasn’t dating anyone back then, as I should find out later – woman around forty four years old, she looked like a very conservative, totally innocent housewife that came out of one of the small very traditional rural towns that were within driving distance of the city the store was located in.

I had plenty of customers like her in the past, and I knew what they were expecting: They were here to buy something, and they didn’t want to be seen while doing so. As if they never ever were here, and the for sure didn’t wanted any unnecessary attention from me, or from any other man inside the store. So I let her be.

To my own surprise she approached me, and even asked for some advice. And nope, she wasn’t nervous while doing so. I then gave her a tour through the dildo section, showed her some of the new arrivals, and then, then she bought two toys that were on the bigger side using her credit card. Then she left the store.

About two weeks later she was back for more. Again, she bought some more than decent sized toys, some condoms that were big enough for them and plenty of lube. We had some chit chat while she was paying, then she left again. And I began to wonder, what she actually was using the toys for.

In the months after she became a regular customer that mostly always showed up on Friday evening, some time after nine o’clock. And it was during one of those Friday evening visits, during a conversation about something totally non sexual, that I just had to ask her the one and only question: “What are you actually doing with those toys you are buying?”

She dodged my question in a very interesting way: “Maybe I’ll show up one day and then I show you. But only if it is okay for you.”

My imagination immediately went wild, my dick got hard and I tried to play it cool, I told her that I would like for it to happen, and that I would totally be okay with it. A smile appeared on her face: “So then, maybe one day I’ll show what I use those toys for.”

The topic of the conversation then went elsewhere, we kept on talking for some time, and then she paid for her toys, I put the dildos into a brown bag, and then we wished each other a nice weekend. Then I caught myself for the first time looking after her while she walked from the counter to the entrance door of the shop.

During the following days and weeks I more often caught myself thinking about that one totally innocent looking customer in her forties while jerking off, and it came fast, and good. And from about that time on, always when she came into the store, I had an instant boner between my legs. Hoping that she would show me today what she was using the toys for.

But that never happened. At least not within the following two, maybe three months. She just showed up, bought some more toys, some more lube and some more condoms. She for sure took notice of my hard one, she always checked out the bulge between my legs. And one day, one day she addressed me because of it: “Is it me, or is the stuff inside the store that gets you hard?”

It was around nine thirty in the evening, and on Fridays, at that time of the day, normally no customers except her showed up in the store, so I decided to just go for it. I told her the ugly truth: “It is you that makes me hard. The stuff here in the store, it had lost all appeal some time ago, I just got used to having it all around me.”

A tiny little smile appeared on her face. She told me that she felt honored that she was giving me a hard one, and then she upped the game. She put a slightly commanding tone into her voice: “Can you show me how much of a turn on I am for you?”

That question of hers, that order of hers brought horny me into full swing. I already had my hands on my belt, I was already in the progress of dropping my pants, when reasonable me got the upper hand again. I excused myself, I told the customer that I would be back soon. That I had to take care of something before I was able to show her how much of a turn on she was for me.

She nodded with her head, and then told me to hurry up. I then quickly locked the front door of the shop, I turned off the light in the front part of the place and then I locked the employee only backdoor. And yes, while doing those things I made sure that it really just was me and her inside the store. Then I placed myself behind the counter again, and there I dropped my pants to the ground.

Horny me was in full swing the moment my hard one popped out of my pants. The customer watched my doing, then she more or less inspected my hard one and my balls. She even commented on them: “I have seen bigger ones, but well, I have seen smaller ones too.”

Her words made me blush a little bit, I thanked her and then she kept on going. There now clearly was a commanding tone in her voice: “Jerk off for me. Make you feel good. But don’t finish without asking for permission.”

It was one of my fantasies, one of my daydreams coming true. A “yes, ma’am” came out of my mouth, then I began to jerk off. I gave myself one hard stroke after the other, it didn’t took long and I was moaning out loud.

But she wasn’t pleased with my doing at all. She told me to stop. To take a break, and then to take my time taking care of my hard wood. To jerk off slow, the barely touch my hard one. And I did as told to do.

My hand now was now slowly going up and down on my dick. I enjoyed every stroke I gave myself, and every stroke I gave myself felt better than the previous one. Just a little bit, but the strokes added up.

The woman standing in front of the counter, the woman watching every move of mine was now pleased with my doing. At least I assumed that she was, because on her face, no emotion, no nothing. She just was watching. Watching me enjoying myself, and listening to my moans, that now were filling the room.

My brain was turning off more and more as my hand kept on going up and down on my hard one. Fuck, it felt better, and better, and better. An orgasm was in reach, all that I needed were a few more gentle and slow thrusts. It was then, that she made me stop again: “You don’t actually want to cum, don’t you? Haven’t you forgotten something?”

Totally horny me, who was in desperate need of an orgasm, who was willing to do everything to dump that one load, really struggled to stop, to get his hand off his hard one. More than one desperate one moan escaped my throat while I stopped jerking off. The customer, she watched, she listened and then she waited. Without showing any emotion at all.

She waited for me asking her to allow me to cum. Horny me needed more than a moment to figure that one out. She then told me that I was allowed to cum. Because she had an excellent day so far, but she gave me one condition: “You cum on the counter, and you clean up after you.”

I nodded with my head. I confirmed her demand with a “yes, ma’am” and then she allowed me to jerk off again. To finish myself off. To empty my balls. By giving me one gentle and slow stroke after the other.

Then I came. I came good. My aching balls unloaded themselves. I dumped a huge load on the counter in front of me. My whole body was trembling while I came. Then there was the awesome post orgasm sensation. That was quickly interrupted by the customer standing in front of the counter: “How about cleaning up the mess I made? I am waiting. I hope you are planning on keeping your promise.”

With horny me gone, the urge to eat my own cum was next to gone. But I made a promise, I told her that I would clean up after myself when she would allow me to cum, and yes, I could have opted out at that point, but I didn’t wanted to disappoint her. So I overcame my disgust, and I licked my own spunk off the counter that I luckily had been cleaning an hour or two before.

The customer was so kind to point to every single little spot I have missed, and I somehow managed to swallow everything I liked off the counter top. She was pleased pleased with my doing, and so was I. Once I had shown her my empty mouth, she told me that I had done well, and then she allowed me to pull my up.

When I was dressed again, the game, the session was over. The stoic expression left her face, and she bought some lube and some condoms. Then I exited the store with her, through the employee only backdoor, because it was past closing hour, and the alarm system on the front door of the shop was already on.

We had an engaging conversation going on during it all, and then we each one of us walked their way. And yes, I was looking after her until she walked around a corner, and disappeared out of my field of view.

The question of for what she was using the toys for still stayed unanswered on that day. I had some ideas, but I didn’t knew anything definitive. But luckily it just was a matter of time until I should get that one answer from her. And yes, things would get hotter, and kinkier between the two of us.