The New Collection

It was still dark when I got to my store, and the sun was just beginning to rise.

That day I was launching my new collection, and I was very excited. There were many things to be done before the grand opening.

I switched on the lights and started going over my check list, crossing tasks off.

After about 45 minutes I got to the “Dress up Rick” todo.

I had already dressed almost all of my models. They were all placed in key positions around the store with their outfits tailored precisely to their size. All but one - Rick.

“Oh fuck, I don’t have time for this.” I said to myself as I approached Rick and saw that his massive cock was still hard.

“What am I going to do with you?” I asked him as grabbed his chin and turned his blank gaze to face me, “None of my clothes would fit you with this boner.” I said frustrated.

“I know I might have played with you more than with the other models yesterday, but I thought the boner will be gone by morning.” Rick didn’t respond.

Rick was gorgeous. Not in a pretty-boy way. He had that rough look, like a cowboy from the old west. He had a massive, muscular body, hairy in all the places I liked and just the right amount - a true beast of a man.

Even through his blank gaze you would think he was about to rip you in half, or fuck your brains out, depending on your fantasies I guess.

I couldn’t help myself. I walked up behind him and ran my hands over his furry chest as I pressed my body against his back side.

I took a step back and carefully tilted Rick back, supporting his weight to make sure we both don’t end up on my expensive carpeting.

I lifted his right arm and grabbed his huge pec, running my pinky finger over and over his erect nipple.

“Ohhh… that smell…I can’t taste your sweat…” I whispered as I tilted his head to the side and kissed and licked his back and neck, running my tongue on every vein I could find.

Rick did not even blink. He was totally surrendering to my touch, but one thing did react - his dick was getting even harder, and was now pointing nicely at the ceiling.

“Show me that bicep again…” I told Rick as I raised his right arm and curled his forearm, making his bicep pop out.

My phone rang with an email notification and I came back to my senses.

I carefully placed Rick on the floor and went over to the shelf to bring one of my garments.

It was a sleeveless, half legged onesie made from gold thread (with some actual gold in there) - it was one of the most expensive items in my store.

I dressed Rick starting from the legs. I then put in his arms and picked him up from the shoulders back on his feet.

“Now if I could just button this thing over your balls and dick… ah fuck it’s even worse than last night…”