Flea Market Sex

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Married man gets fitted for more than he bargained for.
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cungy22
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My cock exploded, blast after exciting blast of warm horny male cum into the air and onto the floor as the lady next to me, a stranger, observed my cock having a volcanic cum spilling eruption.

The expression on her face was surprise, then shock, and then awkwardness -- all in one.

But not horrified or angry.

That sent a signal to my brain and cock. All was not lost. This sort of humiliating experience might not turn into a disaster.

It started when my wife dragged me downtown to an indoor flea market area to buy cheap clothes, pants, shirts and jackets, which could then be tailored, again cheaply, to look expensive. Since we were in an Asian and Latino section of the city, the store had a large staff of seamstresses who basically worked cheap and did a great job.

This clothing store had the flair of a family-style restaurant. You know, the old type of place where the customers sit at large tables of 12 or more people, and where you do not know the person sitting next to you. But you do it because the food is so good you put up with the lack of style and comfort. Well, this clothing store had racks and racks of clothing and changing stalls which were not well concealed from the shoppers so that you could basically see the person in the dressing stall taking off her dress or putting on a bra. I got many naked shots and this had gotten my cock rock hard in the first place. It was mostly partial tit shots and a little bare ass, but no matter it was a turn on.

Most of the clientele were Asians or poor older white ladies. And none of them seemed to mind that they were on display in the changing stalls. But it wasn't' the changing stall that had me pop my nuts; it was in the seamstress area where a Chinese looking lady, maybe 20, maybe 30, maybe 40 years of age had me take off my pants.

My 36 year old wife had chosen five pair of pants and two sport jackets for me to get tailored and then she left me in the tailoring area so that she could go shopping for herself. The tailor area had 20 or so Asian looking women bent over working at sewing machines and with several changing areas which had a curtain made of a bed sheet. The seamstress area had two large fans blowing air to cool off the desperately hot humid air and the women working at the sewing machines all had their dress or skirts raised above their knees to keep cool. I had a very nice view of legs and even one or two crotch shots. It was hard to tell their age since their faces seemed so clean and soft and wrinkle free. They could be 20 or 30 or even 50 years old. As far as I could tell, all the Asian women looked alike. Yet my hard-on did not go down while I waited my turn. I fantasized burying my head between one young looking Asian seamstress legs and licking her fishy tasting cunt with al her pussy juice. Or I fantasized about sucking on Asian titty and then cumming all over her face. I kept myself occupied during my 15 minute wait.

When it came for my turn, a happy looking Asian lady, with her hair tied on top of her head motioned for me to follow her. The first thing that I noticed was that her breasts were large, round, not small and puny like many Asian women. I was led a down a log hallway, 300 or more feet to the back of the large room away from the sewing area and where there were no fans and very little air circulating. She took me behind a curtain, but first had to move several boxes containing mounds of clothing.

She said in a dead pan voice, "You take off jacket and pants, leave on shirt and underpants. I measure you from head to toe then we try on each pants and measure. Then jacket and maybe you want shirts, too. They cheap. Ok.".

She did not say please and she never left the makeshift changing room.

I waited, not sure what was gong on. But I was realizing that privacy was not going to be part of the picture.

As a few second ticked off without me taking off any clothes, she said, "What are you? You maybe German?"

I was taken aback by her off the cuff remark [no pun intended] and replied, "No, but close. My mom and dad spoke German but they came from Belgium. I was born here in California."

She said, "Your hair different color. You have blond hair. Not brown or black. Interesting, no?."

She waited and probably was thinking it was perfectly normal to watch a guy change his clothes in a department store changing room. Well, maybe in China.

Then she said again nonchalantly, "Why no take off clothes? You no little boy."

I removed my jacket and realized I had to drop my pants and that my hard-on would be very obvious; sure it would be covered by my boxer shorts but my cock was definitely sticking out. It would be hard to miss since I had a very decent size dick, not bad I might add for a guy just over 41 years of age with a very active dick. Just ask my wife!

And then this Asian lady is sitting on her haunches, like in a squat, and I can see down her blouse which is loose and her bra is not real tight to her tits so I can catch glances of her whole tit and almost her nipples.

I take off my pants and turn to the side which only makes it obvious that I am trying to hide the erection that is pushing out my underwear. As the dead air hardly breezes on my now bare legs, my cock nevertheless is twitching inside my boxer shorts. But she stands behind me and measures my arms and back and has me stretch out my arms and then she puts the tape around my neck. And she writes the numbers down and now is sitting on her legs again.

She is sitting in front of me on her haunches. And I see her notice my bulge. But she says nothing. A flash went into my brain and registered but I was not able to put it in words. Not yet, anyway...but it registered.

Instead she takes the tape and comes closer to me to measure my waist. Once I feel her hands contact my skin, I am on fire. Now at my side, she puts the tape at my waist then brings it down to my knees, and my cocks is now twitching a real lot.

She says again in a dead pan voice, "You should be dishonored. If you young boy, I give you spanking."

But it was her tone of her voice; there was no malice, no real anger, just a simple fact of a mother talking to her 10 year old son and wondering how to best handle him as he goes through this horny stage.

She was younger than my wife; I took her age to be about 31, give or take. Her skin was gorgeous and her face while not real pretty was cute in a sweet way. And she did not run away. She sat quietly, sort of.

She was keyed on my bulging cock, watching it twitch inside my undies.

I attempted to joke. "It has a life of its own. It won't go down." I looked at her imploringly, but that had no effect on her.

I joked. "Maybe a spanking would help." I said this without thinking but knew it was the right move, since she had not hollered or screamed or got up and left. I was able to figure out that she had some interest in me, my sex, my bulging cock.

She had not left the small room, had not moved a muscle, and sat coolly quiet, taking in this stranger with a hard-on in her sewing room. Most revealing, there was not a trace of anger or fear on her face. I was keenly aware that no one was real close to our cubicle. That no one could hear us speaking unless we talked loudly. We had a dash of privacy.

So I went for the gold. I said, "Look!" and pulled my briefs down over my hard-on and half way down my legs to my knees and stood tall.

Her eyes now widened and she was about to speak so I quickly took hold of my cock and when my hands came in contact with my throbbing man meat, I lost it. I shot a glob of cum across the room and the more squirts and more until I had emptied my balls.

She never said a word. Her eyes were focused on my twitching cock and my shooting cum and she seemed frozen and mesmerized. I figured I was in trouble and began to apologize.

She then sprang into action. Quickly she stood up, told me to be quiet and left the room and in seconds returned with a no-label box of tissues and began to wipe the cum off the floor. She handed me a wad of tissue and I cleaned off my cock. The fear of exposure was great and I was afraid that I had gone too far, but when I felt her eyes on me, on watching me wipe the cum from my cock, I knew that she would not scream pervert.

I took my time. I milked the cum from my cock, letting her see the cum drip from the cock tip. When I wiped off the cock tip, I smeared cum over the cock tip to make it appear redder, more shiny. Then I cupped my balls and let her see all my sex organ. When I finished wiping, I handed the bunched up tissue to her. To her credit, she did not seem to mind that the tissue paper was wet with my cum. This left an impression, but no words were spoken.

She threw the tissue in a waste basket and stood close by.

I said, "Maybe you should give me that spanking." I had no idea why I said that since I never played those type of sex games. Simple fact of the matter was that I was still turned on. Even though I had just shot the largest load of cum in many a year, I was still sexually excited and was trying to come on to her.

She looked me in the eye. A defiant sort of look. She said, "You too big or I give you spanking. Maybe you like."

Wow! Like give me a break, I had just exposed my cock to her, a hard cock, and then I proceeded to shoot cum on her floor and we never had a proper introduction.

"You not good man. I think you homosexual. I feel shamed. Cover yourself and I finish measurement." She was standing and looking at me now, not at my cock.

I, of course, felt shame. Well, not really--- relief was more like it.

But that feeling quickly faded since her tone again registered that something was not being said. There was not any anger, not any rapprochement as a person gets from a disappointed adult. The words were damaging yet her tone was forgiving. However, I put my cock inside my undies, just to be safe.

She worked quickly. After I had tried on the second pair of pants, and she took the measurement she stunned me by asking again in a nonchalant tone, "Why your parents no cut your penis. What do they call that cir.......something. I thought all American men get that."

She was not really asking but more like inquiring. So I said, "Circumcision. In northern Europe, most baby boys aren't circumcised. All you have to do is pull back the skin and wash it yourself. No big deal. And you want to know something, they say that it leaves the cock, you know, the penis, more sensitive, not cutting off the skin."

She understood that word, sensitive. She replied with a question, "You maybe too sensitive? I think."

At this time I was glancing down her blouse at her semi exposed breasts and she was well aware of it.

I said, "You are very pretty. I don't mean to offend you but you are. I mean I'm married and all, but I can't help thinking how attractive you are, is all I am saying."

"Me married, too. But thank you." She said. Then she added, "You maybe homosexual, but good looking man and married, too."

I did not know her name, and she not mine. But there is was. As clear as day. She was mine.

I said, "Give me another tissue paper, please." She moved to the box and handed me one. She again squatted a few feet from me.

I pushed my undies down to my knees and took my soft cocking my hand and moved the skin back and forth over the tip, letting her see how it moved and how I used the tissue to clean off any left over cum.

I said in a soft non threatening voice, "I bet it looks like a snake to you."

She smiled for the first time, "Not snake, maybe look like eel. I think funny."

I was holding my soft cock by the tip and letting her see it. A strange ritual of sex and romance I thought. So I asked, "What do you mean by funny?"

She said, "Yeah, it funny looking." Again her voice was soft, in a curious manner.

So I had to ask, "Funny in an ugly way or funny in a nice way?"

She took no time to respond. "In a nice way. I do not want to say bad things about it. It nice to look at. Not all men's are, but yours is.

I did not want this trend in the conversation to stop. "Is my cock funny because it is long and fat?"

Again she smiled. Her smile was infectious. I wanted to shove my cock in her mouth.

She said, "I sorry if I insult you."

I said, "No, no insult. Just curious. I thought you would react differently. Like scared, I guess."

She actually thought about my question as if it was important. She responded, "No, no scared. My father a business man so I travel and date a lot before I marry. When I young, I meet many men of different cultures. But not now"

I was not sure what her reply meant. That she had a lot of sexual experience?

So I came to the point. "Do long cocks scare you?"

She simply replied, "No."

I smiled; she almost smiled back.

Then she said. "No scared. Yours is different. Nice to look at. Only see my husband's cock, now. His not long."

I liked that she used the word cock. Not sure what messsage it sent to me but it was positive. I said, "But you did not seem shocked to watch me cum. You know, to see my cock shoot out cum"

She said, "No, no scared.. And lot of cum. That interesting. For a girl. Never see a man do that before."

I let go my cock. We looked in each other eyes. And she knew that I knew she was interested in sex with me.

I said, "Give me your hand."

But then her face changed, a new look appeared. She seemed to have a change of heart suddenly. She said, "You too big or I think you need a spanking.

I held my soft cock and wiggled it in front of her. "Do you mean that this is too big?"

She said in a soft voice. "It very long. That make it interesting. And fat. But want to spank you for not being polite. You are discourteous in front of me."

I said nothing, but wondered if I lost her. Yet she had not gotten up to leave in a huff. No she stood her ground. I had her. Just had to play her. Take a little more time. A minute or two.

She was the one to break the silence. "You big man, strong, muscles. Too big for me to hold down and spank. But I think you kind of person who needs to be spanked. Maybe you even like it."

This time I was completely honest with her. I said, "Well, I never did that before so if I was to try letting someone spank me, I would need to really trust you before I let you do that. It is not that I wouldn't want to try it with you, but like you know, need to feel safe is all I am saying.

As I spoke my cock started to come to life. It grew into a semi hardon. Her eyes were staring in utter amazement, awe, and interest and just simple female curiosity at the wonder of a male cock.

I said slowly, in a low quiet voice, almost in a whisper. "I am getting excited. You are very pretty and I cant stop myself from feeling excited because you are so attractive."

Her eyes were on my twitching cock, not my words.

So I added. "You said that I was being impolite, being discourteous to you. But no, I apologize if you take it that way, but my cock is excited and all hard and horny because I am attracted to you. I know that I am married and should not feel any attraction for other women. I wish it were true, but .....listen.... . I don't mean to offend you but you are. I mean I know you are married like I am, right?"

She took her eyes off my cock and looked at me. Beseechingly, imploringly, almost getting ready to cry, it seemed.

Again she said, "Yes, me married, too"

I whispered, "Give me your hand. It's okay."

She knew what I meant. But did not offer her hand, instead she put her finger to her lips and whispered for me to be quiet.

So I reached over, and took her hand. She did not resist; there was some fear in her eyes but no panic nor shock. I took her hand and placed it on my cock; she did not pull her hand away. My cock began to grow in her hand. We both watched.

And she transformed -- into a wanton slut. She was caressing it now, and then she bent and gives it a kiss on the tip. She looked at me, and said, "It's beautiful.' And then sucked on it; not a real great blow job, she hardly got more than the tip inside her mouth but it was working. For two or three minutes her lips and mouth slurped over my cock tip. The way she sucked on my cock reminded me of a person licking a lollipop -- that is they really enjoy the tastiness -- the sweet sugar flavor.

Then it was her turn to shock me. Her other hand was on my butt and her fingers were caressing my crack and slowly she inserted her middle finger and wiggled it so that she was pushing it inside my butt which became lubricated from all the excitement.

Never before was I butt fingered. It took seconds, no minutes, before she was able to wiggle her middle finger all the way up my butt hole. During that time, my cock became less hard as the concentration of sexual excitement went to her finger up my ass hole and not on my cock meat.

Then and it had to be at least two minutes, I relaxed and let her push her finger in and out of my virgin ass hole. And it felt nice, real nice as she finger fucked my ass hole.

She was no longer sucking me now but her other hand was very gentle, very delicately massaging my rock hard cock. My 9-inch cock got harder and harder. When she began to suck on my cock tip again, I knew I had to give this lady some juice. I was ready to cum and did.

I held the side of her face near her ears and guided her mouth to suck more of my cock down her throat. I needed my hands to keep her face anchored on my dick which needed a tight fitting in order to cum. I pumped my cock in and out of her sucking lips and then I felt the cum rising from my balls and through my legs an then the blast of maleness.

She swallowed my cum even though when she pulled away there was cum dripping from her lips. When she bent to get a tissue to wipe I went to her and took her face in my hand and kissed her lips and licked away the cum off her face. She at first stood frozen and then she opened her lips and we swapped tongues.

She watched with glee and awe as my manly cock simmered down in size and need. As I tucked my cock inside my shorts, she changed her demeanor. In a minute or so, she was all business. She said, "I here on Tuesday late afternoon. You can come to get clothes. Be ready then."

I said," Around 5, I can make it." I slowly thought of how she wallowed my cum. She had done this before. Maybe when she was younger and traveling a lot. But she had experience sucking a cock and swallowing cum.

She said, "No, it better you come for your clothes after 6:30." She handed me a business card, said, "Here, you call if you no can come."

As I was about to leave, she added, "You ask for LieLiu. That my name. What your name?'

"Stephen." I smiled at her.

I was about to leave but something did not seem right. She did not seem very happy, not like I was. Not satisfied like I was to be exact. I looked out the curtain and no one was nearby, no one was watching or asking if LieLiu was finished with me.

So I went to her. She seemed nervous upon my approach. I took her in my arms and hugged her. I did not try to feel her body at first. When she relaxed into my hug, I bent to kiss her again and we swapped tongues, this time nice and soft, and nice and slow. My hands began to caress her back, and then her buns and then her legs.

Slow.

I next slid a hand under her blouse and inside her bra. I had real Asian titty in my hand. She did not resist, and I cupped a naked breast and caressed her nipple.

But we did not have much time, and I wanted her to smile some. So I left her breast and caressed her buns and then her legs and when I went under her dress she tried to stop me with one hand and even said, "No."

I kissed her and at first she resisted my kiss still holding my hand at bay from her pussy area. But then she kissed me back and then I whispered, "I want to feel you, to have your pussy smell on my fingers when I leave here. I would like that very much."

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