Mr. Sharma looked down. “Goodness me. So I have. Well this really is a surprise. That hasn’t happened in a good six years.”
“Really?” Despite the embarrassment of the situation, Claire was intrigued and slightly proud that she had been able give Mr. Sharma his first erection for six years without even touching him.
“Yes. Mrs. Sharma and I are too old for such exertions. Or so I had thought,” he said, shaking his head. “Oh dear this really is very awkward. I’m afraid the sight, the feel, the taste of your gorgeous vagina and wonderful peach-like bottom has stirred me deeply. I just don’t know what to do.”
In spite of her discomfiture, Claire couldn’t tear her eyes away from his crotch whilst she knelt at his feet.
“Um, well do you want to go and relieve yourself in the lavatory?” she suggested tentatively.
He shook his head dolefully. “I’m afraid that the doctrine too which I subscribe, despite advocating the increase in net happiness for others, is somewhat ascetic as far as personal lust and gluttony goes. I cannot commit onanistic acts.”
Looking at Claire’s puzzled expression, he clarified, “I can’t pleasure myself; it’s against my religion.” Claire finally nodded her understanding. He continued despondently, “What a shame. The first time I achieve tumescence in years and not only is Mrs. Sharma not on hand, as it were, to help me out but it is also most uncomfortably long-lasting with no sign of abating. Whatever can I do?”
Claire looked up at him sympathetically. The poor man. She had until this point been feeling guilty that she’d let a man other than her boyfriend lick her pussy to a turbulent orgasm but now she was feeling guilty that she’d left him so obviously in discomfort.
She had an idea.
“Um, well, I suppose, maybe, well perhaps, I could help you out a bit,” she said tentatively.
“Really? Whatever can you mean?” Mr. Sharma said with perhaps just a hint of eagerness in his voice.
Claire was blushing again as she explained. “Well, perhaps, I could just help you out instead of Mrs. Sharma?”
Mr. Sharma paused to consider.
“Only if that doesn’t violate your religion. Of course we wouldn’t tell anyone,” she added hurriedly, worried that she’d offended him.
“Well, I suppose that karma would then be satisfied. OK then. Just this once. But as you say it would have to be our secret,” he kindly conceded.
Claire smiled in relief and dropped the shelf before reaching out to unzip his trousers. “Oh, thanks. Mr. Sharma. I’m so pleased I can do this for you,” she said in anticipation.
Mr. Sharma’s cock wasn’t large but it was a lot nicer than some of the penises with which she had recently become acquainted. Although it was extremely wrinkled and brown, it was clean and smelt faintly of cinnamon.
Slowly at first and then more confidently she began to wank him with her right hand, whilst tenderly squeezing his balls with the other.
“Aaah, Claire. That really is most satisfactory. Thank you,” he sighed in pleasure as she worked her hand up and down his stubby erection, pulling his deep brown foreskin back and forth to reveal his pink glans.
Considering it had been such a long time since Mr. Sharma had been aroused, Claire felt that he was taking a long time to bring to climax, even though she eventually allowed him to squeeze her great big tits and pinch her stiff red nipples through her top.
Eventually after switching hands twice, he warned her that he was getting close. “Ah, Claire. I can feel myself reaching an imminent culmination.”
Claire looked around fruitlessly for something into which he could come.
He continued. “Claire, I have something to tell you.”
“Yes, Mr. Sharma,” she said distractedly, keen for him not to come on her face, hair or clothes.
“I should have mentioned this earlier but it slipped my mind. Another sacred tenet of my religion is that I must not spill my seed outside of a woman’s body.”
Claire stopped dead. “Do you mean…?” she began.
“Yes. I need to come inside you. Please, Claire.”
Claire was slightly annoyed that he hadn’t mentioned it before but she shrugged her shoulders. She wasn’t a religious person herself but she understood how important religions were to their subscribers. She decided on the easiest way to fulfil Mr. Sharma’s needs.
Opening her mouth wide, she plunged it immediately down on his cock and slid her lips all the way down to his neat pubes. She thrashed her tongue around him as she slowly slipped back up, ending with a hearty suck on the end of his cock. He tasted inoffensively and mildly spicy.
This seemed to finally shake Mr. Sharma’s equanimity as he grabbed her by her long red hair and began to vigorously fuck her mouth while swearing in a foreign language. After a few minutes of making forceful love to Claire’s pretty pursed mouth, he finally shouted, “Yes! Oh fuck, yes!” before squirting repeatedly over her tongue and down her throat.
Once he’d finished shuddering and shaking, Claire pulled her mouth slowly off him, making sure she had captured every drop of his jism before swallowing it all smoothly.
She knelt back and pulled his foreskin back and forth a couple of times to squeeze out any that was left and was rewarded with one final fat drop of cum which she lapped up immediately.
“Was that OK, Mr. Sharma?” she finally asked.
“Yes, Claire. That really was most excellent,” he replied warmly before adjusting his trousers and helping her to her feet. “Come, let’s forget about what has happened and get this troublesome shelf back up.”
For the rest of the afternoon they re-erected the shelf and dusted and rearranged the vases and ornaments. One potential customer, a greasy blond boy in his late teens, came in briefly just before closing time but he didn’t buy anything: he just had a good gawp at Claire before blushing and leaving hurriedly.
Mr. Sharma looked after him perplexedly. “Oh, that’s a shame. That was Peter. He is a regular customer of our books section. He usually goes away with an armful of novels but not today I suppose.”
As they closed the store, Claire bent down to pick up a jacket that had fallen from a rack. Without really thinking she bent at the waist, once more exposing her stunning arse to Mr. Sharma.
“Oh, Claire!” he exclaimed. “You have done it again.”
Claire turned to find another bulge in Mr. Sharma’s trousers.
She looked up at his apologetic old face, sighed, checked they couldn’t be seen from outside and knelt down in front of him.
This time she lifted her top and undid her bra before beginning to suck him forcefully right from the off. Gratefully, Mr. Sharma fondled her massive boobs and stiff high reddish-brown nipples while Claire bobbed her head pneumatically on his stiff dark dick, frenetically flicking her tongue over his knob as she sucked and slurped.
After a while Claire’s neck began to hurt so she paused her oral ministrations while continuing to toss him hurriedly.
“Claire, I have had a thought,” Mr. Sharma said.
Claire looked up at him wondering what he was going to say now.
“It would seem that I have been thoughtless in allowing you to fellate me so wonderfully. Why, if, as seems inevitable, I copiously flood your pretty mouth with my seed once more then I will be guilty of perpetrating an action that would result in a cosmic imbalance,” he said, while rolling her nipples casually between his thumb and forefingers.
“What do you mean?” Claire asked, dumbfounded. Was he really suggesting that he didn’t want to come in her mouth? No man had ever refused the chance to come in her mouth.