Clothes Shopping In Goa [pt. II]

Alvida crossed her arms and smirked at me. “Alright, let’s get to work, Iron Cock. Drop 'em.”

I raised an eyebrow but shrugged, unbuckling my belt without protest. My pants hit the floor, letting my heavy junk swing free in the middle of the upscale shop. My dick, resting fully soft, flopped out thick and heavy, reaching more than halfway down my thighs. Behind it, my nuts hung low and full in their sack, swaying with the sudden freedom.

Vincent’s face shifted into a professional frown. "Sir, I assure you, such… extensive undressing isn't necessary for-" His voice trailed off as his gaze landed on my dangling dong.

There was a long beat of absolute silence as he stared.

Recovering slightly, Vincent cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure and professional demeanor. "Ahem, while I appreciate your… thoroughness, my measurements don't require one to be, um, fully exposed below the waist.”

I smirked, seeing his discomfort but also his inability to look away. "Well, in Goa, this is the normal way to measure a person," I declared confidently, making it sound like the most ordinary statement in the world.

Vincent's demeanor shifted almost instantly from **** distaste to meticulously professional. He approached with the measuring tape, his face set with a newfound determination that was almost comical.

"Indeed, that is true. Let us proceed with the measurement of your... manhood," he said, his voice smooth, betraying none of the shock that had widened his eyes moments ago.

I froze, the reality of my own command sinking in.

As Vincent’s hands approached, panic fluttered in my chest as I realized I'd stumbled into normalizing another dude touching my dick. "Whoa, wait... actually, no!" I stammered out, backpedaling so fast I nearly tripped over my own pants pooled around my ankles.

Alvida burst out laughing, her full, unrestrained amusement echoing around the boutique. "What’s the matter, Tsujo? Got cold feet about being manhandled by a professional?" she teased, her eyes sparkling with wicked delight.

"Absolutely not," I interrupted firmly, shaking my head. "No way I'm letting this prissy dweeb handle my cock."

Alvida pouted theatrically. "Aw, come on. He's gotta earn his pay somehow.”

“He’s not even getting paid for this!”

Vincent paused, his hands awkwardly hovering in the air, looking between us, clearly confused about whether to proceed or retreat.

"Nope, nope. Alvida will do it," I insisted hastily, almost tripping over my words as much as my pants. I snatched the measuring tape from Vincent’s grasp, thrusting it into Alvida’s hands.

She scowled, then relented with a grudging sigh. "Fine. But only because you'd probably make it normal if I insisted. Vincent!" She turned sharply toward the man. "You're gonna tell me exactly how to measure this monster cock.”

“Very well. The process is quite straightforward. Place the end of the tape at the base of the member where it meets the pubic area and extend the tape down the length of the shaft to the tip.”

Alvida’s gorgeous face contorted into fake confusion. “Member? What’s that? You mean his big fat dick?”

Vincent’s face was blank, his tone dry, “Yes, place it at the base of his… big fat dick, and measure the length to the end.”

She smirked at me as she pressed the end of the tape to my curly pubes and stretched it all the way down my flaccid shaft, making me twitch slightly at her touch. Her lips curled in amusement.

"Well, look at that," she announced loudly. "Even completely soft and resting, it measures exactly twelve point seven-five inches. Nearly 13 inches long of pure, heavy meat just hanging there. Hear that, Vincent?"

Vincent swallowed hard, his eyes darting to the notepad. "I... I have noted the twelve and three-quarter inches, madam."

She shot Vincent a teasing glance. "Tell me, shopkeep, how do you measure up compared to this beast?"
Vincent adjusted his glasses, face entirely expressionless. "Madam, my penis is quite small. You would undoubtedly find it entirely unappealing compared to your impressive companion."
Alvida blinked, momentarily speechless at his blunt honesty, before breaking into loud laughter. "Well, at least you're honest about it!"

"Now for the girth," Vincent instructed, pushing his glasses up his nose. "Please measure the circumference at three distinct points to ensure proper tailoring: the base, the mid-shaft, and around the glans."

Alvida wrapped the tape snugly around the thick root of my cock. "Eleven point five inches around the base," she called out smoothly. She slid the tape down the middle of my flaccid shaft. "Twelve inches exactly at the mid-shaft." Finally, she wrapped it around the flared, meaty head. "And thirteen point five inches around the cockhead."

Vincent scribbled frantically. "Noted. Eleven and a half, twelve, and thirteen and a half inches... soft." He shot me a fleeting look of utter disbelief before pressing on. "Now, madam, we must measure the... the..."

"The massive fuck-nuts," Alvida prompted, her free hand playing lazily with my sack, weighing my balls as if assessing their worth.

"Yes," Vincent sighed, gazing toward the ceiling. "Measure the length of the scrotum first. From the point where the sac attaches below the shaft, down to the absolute lowest part."

"And just where am I supposed to put his main sail while I'm at it?" Alvida asked with a mock-innocent flutter of her eyelashes, hoisting my dick up slightly. "It's completely in the way."

Vincent adjusted his glasses as if the act could somehow restore order to the situation. "Typically, the client would hold it up and out of the way themselves. However, given the... um, sheer size of the matter at hand, perhaps resting it over your shoulder might suffice."

Alvida grinned at that. She hefted my flaccid inches up and draped the thick meat over her shoulder like a heavy, fleshy sash. She let the tape measure drop down the length of my sack. As fat and heavy as they were, they dragged the skin down into a long, hefty bag of flesh.

"Fourteen inches," Alvida declared with a low whistle.

"And the width?" Vincent asked, sounding completely resigned to the absurdity. "Wrap the tape around the widest part of the... the entire package."

Alvida wrapped the flexible tape all the way around the widest point where my two nuts rested heavily against each other. "Thirty-two point five inches in total around the balls," she grinned. "Quite the set of cannonballs, wouldn’t you say, Vincent?"

Vincent, maintaining his composure with an effort that bordered on heroic, nodded once. "Very impressive, madam. I assure you, the trousers will be tailored precisely to accommodate every inch and... every pound."

With the measuring tape finally out of her hands, Alvida casually let my cock slide off her shoulder. Only now, it didn't drop. The blood had been rushing south the entire time her warm hands were all over me. I felt the heavy weight shift in my groin as my dick finished stiffening, swinging into place parallel to the floor.

I adjusted my feet, automatically widening my stance to account for the slight, familiar pull on my hips from my boner. The heavy column of flesh jutted straight out from my hips. Because Alvida had been standing right at my feet to measure me, the sudden rise of all that solid meat immediately breached her personal space, forcing her to take a quick half-step backward just to keep the blunt, flaring tip from jabbing her in the stomach.

"My word..." Vincent gasped, his notepad slipping slightly in his hands. He was staring at it like it was a separate entity attached to my hips.

Alvida snatched the tape measure back from him, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Hold on, Vincent. Looks like we need a revised set of numbers for when he's ready for action."

She snapped the tape against the base of my raging erection and ran it all the way to the flared tip.

"Eighteen point two-five inches!" Alvida declared, her voice filled with dark, hungry triumph. "You better make sure those pants have room for a literal foot and a half of solid iron, tailor."

She quickly re-wrapped the tape around my now-rock-hard shaft. "And update that girth! Fourteen point five inches around the base, fifteen point two-five inches at the mid-shaft, and a whopping sixteen point seven-five inches around the head!"

My cock bobbed slightly with each heartbeat, a massive, veiny display of virility that drew Vincent's horrified, entirely unavoidable fascination. I couldn't help a low chuckle, used to the weight of it, but enjoying the mix of amusement and sheer sexual tension that charged the air.

"And just like that, he's ready for action," Alvida quipped, her voice a sultry murmur as she glanced sideways at Vincent. "Bet you've never had a fitting quite like this, huh?"

Vincent could only nod, his face a mask of professional shock that didn't quite hide the underlying flush of embarrassment; his eyes were glued to my stiff member, which was now a prominent, impossible-to-ignore fixture in his upscale boutique.

"Indeed, madam," he finally managed to say, his voice tight. "This has been most... educational.”

Alvida laughed, a rich, throaty sound that filled the room and seemed to put even more of a spotlight on my throbbing erection. "Glad to hear it, Vincent. Make sure those trousers have easy access, yeah? Never know when Iron Cock Tsujo might need to make a quick entrance or exit.”

"That does it," I growled, the building tension snapping. "I'm taking you right here, right now."

Alvida's eyes lit up with wicked delight. Without a moment's hesitation, she spun around, grabbing the flustered tailor. She leaned heavily forward, pressing her enormous buoyant breasts directly into Vincent's chest and pinning him in place as a human brace, even as a hand reached between them to tease his crotch. For now, she was happy to cruelly tease the tiny land-lubber dick.

She spread her legs a bit, pushing her hips back to offer up her luscious ass to me. With a foot and a half of thick dick pointing directly at her, she had to physically scoot backward on her feet, carefully navigating herself around the blunt tip to get clearance. Her devil-fruit smoothness meant I knew I would slide right in, so I just lined up the massive head and drove inside.

As I thrust forward, burying every single inch deep inside her, Alvida moaned loudly, the sound echoing off the boutique's chic walls.

It was like sliding home…

Caught between his duty and his arousal, Vincent’s eyes were wide, his breaths shallow. His initial shock morphed into an intense fascination as he felt the sheer physical **** of what was happening right against his body.

As I took Alvida right there in the middle of the boutique, each forceful thrust sent a thunderous clap of skin against skin that resonated through the otherwise silent room. Alvida’s moans grew louder with each deep penetration, the sound bouncing off the luxurious drapes and high-end decor. My heavy balls slapped violently against the backs of her smooth thighs, emphasizing the raw rhythm of our fuck.

The door to the boutique swung open, and a customer walked in, momentarily pausing as the sight of our fervent coupling hit him. But under the influence of my earrings, there was no shock, just a nonchalant shrug. He wandered past us, maneuvering around my thrusting hips, browsing through racks of expensive garments as if it were perfectly normal to shop alongside a live, hardcore sex show.

I planted my feet firmly on the polished marble. To get a full stroke with over eighteen inches of dick, I couldn't just stand there and pump my hips. I needed to use my full body so I reached forward, my hands locking securely with Alvida's wrists. With her boobs crushed into Vincent's chest to stabilize her upper body and her arms locked with mine, we had the perfect leverage.

With a smooth, powerful motion, I dropped into a deep squat, pulling my hips back and down. My heavy, veiny meat slid out of her wet core, inch by thick inch, until nearly the entire foot-and-a-half was exposed and only the flared tip remained lodged between her swollen lips. I dropped so low that my massive balls physically met the floor, the heavy flesh pressing flat against the cool marble.

Then, pulling hard against her hands for leverage, I rocketed upward and forward. The massive column of flesh drove back into her in one brutal, continuous plunge. My hips crashed against her smooth, lovely buttcheeks, the **** of the impact sending a violent, mesmerizing jiggle through her voluptuous ass as her huge breasts ground fiercely into Vincent's chest.

"Harder, Tsujo, show him how you fuck your woman!" Alvida called out, her voice a mix of command and ecstasy. I obliged, dropping into that deep squat again, feeling my heavy nuts brush the boutique floor before pulling against her arms and launching myself back up to drill into her hard. Each deliberate movement was designed to maximize the stroke, her body rocking wildly against me, a hypnotic sight that even Vincent couldn’t tear his eyes away from.

Vincent, acting as the primary support wall for her voluptuous frame, had turned a deep shade of red. His arousal was painfully obvious, exacerbated by Alvida's massive breasts mashing violently into his chest with every pounding thrust I delivered to her backside.

Despite his embarrassment, the physical stimulation of a gorgeous pirate queen repeatedly grinding her tits against him while taking a foot and a half of meat proved too much. Soon a dark stain spread across the front of his trousers, marking his hands-free climax.

Alvida chuckled darkly, maintaining her stance as I continued to drive into her relentlessly. "Now, don't think you can just run off and change," she said, her tone sharp and commanding, her breath ghosting over Vincent's sweating face. "You're going to stay right there and watch every second. And when we're done here, you’re going to find me the sexiest lingerie and bikinis this place has to offer. I expect a full show of options.”

As Alvida and I continued, the intensity of our coupling grew. Her loud moans filled the space, echoing off the high-end decor, a stark contrast to the usual quiet sophistication of the boutique.

With a few more deep, punishing thrusts, I felt the familiar, heavy build-up in my groin. My release was spurred on by the sight of Vincent, completely overwhelmed, staining his pants just from the sheer proximity and friction of our raw fucking.

Alvida sensed it too and pushed back even harder, her voice rising in a crescendo of pleasure. "Yes, yes, right there!"

I dropped into one final, agonizingly deep squat before flying up and burying my entire dick flush inside her, and just held it there. The climax hit me like a tidal wave. I groaned loudly, my body locking up as my hips settled into fitful, stuttering humps, involuntarily driving the blunt head even deeper inside her baby-room as I started emptying my dangling nuts directly into her.

With balls the size of mine, my orgasms aren't quick; they were long, explosive, and relentless. I could physically feel her tight inner walls steadily expanding, ballooning outward as wave after thick wave of my cum pumped into her womb. Within seconds, she was overflowing. With my hips still twitching and grinding, I felt my own seed flooding back down the length of my buried shaft, heavily coating the tight sleeve of her pussy and turning my fitful thrusts incredibly slick and frictionless.

There was simply too much volume for her to hold. The heavy cream poured relentlessly out past the tight seal of our joined groins. It cascaded down the thick base of my cock, thoroughly basting my heavy, pulsing testicles in thick white ropes before dripping steadily off the bottom of my sack to form a massive, pooling mess all over Vincent's pristine marble floor.

Alvida's moan matched my deep groans, her voice high and piercing as she reached her own peak. Her body shuddered under the **** of her orgasm, her tight walls violently milking my spasming shaft to draw out every last drop of my monstrous load.

As we both finally caught our breath, I pulled back, the foot-and-a-half of wet, cum-slicked meat sliding out of her with a heavy, sloppy sound. Alvida straightened up, releasing Vincent, who stumbled back, his composure completely shattered. She turned to him, her chest heaving, and pointed at the massive puddle of my semen currently reflecting the boutique's soft lighting. "See, Vincent? That's why we need clothes that can handle a bit of... activity. Now, let’s see some of those sexy outfits you've got. And keep your pants on, I've seen enough of your little show.”

Vincent nodded, visibly shaken, hurrying to comply with her demands as Alvida, still radiant and flush from our activities, began to browse through the lingerie section, her laughter ringing clear and confident. As she flaunted her body, trying on various revealing outfits, I sat back, already anticipating our next adventure in this city.