He worked in retail. He had minimal bills and little material desires, so the lousy pay wasn't any real concern. It was simple work, there was a lot of the work but it was simple. People who wind up in retail are largely not suited to do anything else, it's basically a step above fastfood work. For that reason it was always easy for him to impress management with his "good work ethic". But what kept him in retail, was the pussy. It was an endless supply of pussy. Retail has a high turnover, and that ment the pussy would always come to him. He had never had any real trouble getting pussy if he went after it, but working in retail the pussy litterally came to him. The best part was, once he had a girl she would always come back. Always. He was a considerate sexual partner, and a really nice guy on top of that. Well nice guy in general, he could get pretty intence when he was fucking. But the being a nice guy, with decent looks and a considerate attitude about his partners sexual pleasure wasn't what made sure the pussy came back. He had some sexual skill as well, but even that wasn't what brought women back...but it did help. What kept them coming back was basically genetics, three contributing factors thereof: 1.) His body, he wasn't great looking but he was cute. But his body was big, thickly muscled and not hugely defined. He had muscles so big that his limbs and chest and shoulders where defined, but no sixpack...actually he had a slight belly. Basically he had big muscles that where easily visable even through a shirt, but he had enough bodyfat on him to round him out and make him look real. Women like the ripped underwearmodel look for just that, to LOOK at. But deep down when a woman wants some good sex, she wants a MAN. She dosn't want to be able to do the laundry on his abs, she wants him to be able to pick her up and carry her to the bed to have his way with her. She wants to feel small and like she's with a man who can protect her, if he needs to or not. And big muscled arms that stretch out the sleeves of a shirt do that. 2.) Sexual Stamina, he had always had this in abundence. His first time he had lasted some 30 minutes before he came. That was the closest he got to premature ejaculation. Since then he had only improved and at this point he could last something over an hour. If he was pacing himself he could even longer. Generally his women didn't want him to last that long to begin with tho, a woman can only have so many orgasms before she passes out afterall. And he knew that very well. 3.) Size. Now, the whole size dosn't matter thing is true IN GENERAL for a relationship, but and a small penis can bring a woman a lot of pleasure. All that is true, but when it comes to sex, a big dick just has an easier time making a woman orgasm....well assuming she can accomodate it. And he was hung like a horse. He wasn't sure if he was REALLY as big as a horse but a girl he had known who grew up on a farm said he was so big that he might as well be as big as a horse. So he went with her ruling on it and considered himself hung like a horse. True or not it sounded better then most other terms. One thing he loved about his life, even on the rare occations when he couldn't get a girl to have sex with him for whatever reason, she would ALWAYS check out his package. He didn't do anything special to make the bulge noticable but he didn't go out of his way to hide it either. Not that he really could, he had to wear the casual dress type pants through the week and they were able to wear jeans on weekends. Either way his bulge was going to show. So here he was, listening to a boring "morning meeting" from managment, where they continually day in and day out said the same things about nothing. But he was on the clock and not doing anything so he didn't mind. Then a new-hire came in, he didn't realize she was an employee at first but when she stopped and was listening to the meeting, then the Manger On Duty told her to go clock in he smiled slightly. She was rather pretty, short sandy blonde hair and a nice body. She wsan't particularly lean but she was not even close to fat. She was well proportioned, but when she walked past him he checked out her backside as he usually found himself doing with pretty women. And he almost gasped, her ass was big and round, the classic comic book exagerated "bubble butt" - women in real life just where not built like that. But she was. Her pants where flat out STRUGGLING to keep that ass contained, much like his pants were always working hard to keep his big package contained. His pants where stretched at the package area due to his size and her pants where stretched very tightly at the rear by the size of her....rear. The best part about that was, he could see very easily she was wearing a thong. Women claimed thongs were worn 'to avoid a pantyline' but only Gstrings did that really, a thong was actually rather visable through even fairly snug pants....the ass in her pants was stretching them to the point he could probubly read her thong if he was close enough. He let her get clocked in and get up on the register (she was a cashier) that was perfect for him, the big bags for peoples purchases went at the very bottom of the register. Perfect. He brought her out some bags and walkd up to her, eyeing her ass for a moment as he stood behind her appreciating all that ass. "Hey there I work in the stockroom, half the time at least. I brought you some bags." He handed them to her. "Oh thanks, I'm a cashier it's my first day." She smiled and took the bags. She turned andhalf bent over half squated to put the bags down on the bottom of the register, when she did the tightness of her pants coupled with the sheer mass of her incredible ass worked to do two very special things. First it pushed her thong up, second it pushed her pants down. She had her thong and a little bit of her asscheeks exposed to his appreciative gaze. And he stared unabashedly, afterall with everything she had on display he wasn't going to look away even if she caught him. Hell he wouldn't have looked away if his life had depended on it, she had an ass that was straight out of a comic book, it was the kind of thing that shouldn't be on a real woman...the kind of thing that should be sculpted out of stone, only reason it wouldn't be is because the artist would have felt it was unrealisticly idealized. The woman litterally had a more amazing ass then could be created as a piece of artwork. Unfortunatly she turned back twoards him robbing him of his view of her past-artwork quality ass, on the upside she stayed down in the halfsquat/halfbentover posture as she turned. Consequently that's when it happend. She caught sight of his package. Her mouth dropped slightly, hanging open as she stared.... right at his bulge. Her eyes lit up a bit and she said very quietly. "oh my God." She had a good, long look before she glanced up at him and stood up. He had good timing and knew when she was about to look up and looked away from her face, he'd let her know he had caught her staring but not yet. That would be for later. She stood up and asked a question, clearly her mind was not QUITE recovered from her shock yet. "I'm Jennifer, what's your size." She blinked and shook her head quickly as she realized what she had said. "Name. What's your name?" She smiled at him rather shyly hoping he would think it an innocent mistake. "Rob." He smiled back at her. "Say I know your new here and I don't want to get off on the wrong foot I just dont want you to get in trouble." He waved her to lean over like he wanted to tell her a secret. She leaned forward and he spoke quietly now. "When you lean over like that your pants go down and your thong goes up, so you should probubly wear either a belt or a longer shirt ok? Some of the customers that come in here might leer at you if they know you have a wedgie." She nodded and thanked him, she was blushing so strongly that she was totally red. He turned to leave and as he was walking away decided to play just a bit more, he spun around to face her and called out. "By the way, glad to have you on the team." She turned as well to look at him and her eyes immediatly dropped down to his bulge. He smiled, he'd have her by the end of the day if he wanted her. Working in the stockroom he could take his lunch whenever he wanted, so he took it when she took hers, he got back tothe breakroom just as she was bending over to get her purse out of her locker he lucked out she got a locker on the very bottom. He stared at her ass while she dug through her purse for some change for the vending machine, then as she went through the fridge to get her drink, then as she bent down to get her snack from the vending machine. The whole time her thong was hanging out the top of her overworked pants. The breakroom was rather small and it had a table rather close to one of the walls, perfect for his desire to show off just now, after she sat down he went to take a seat accross from her and the seat couldn't go back very far from the table at all so he had to slide basically down the table to sit in his seat. This meant his big package was for about 2 seconds, completly resting on the table in front of him, her eyes focused on it and went wide again. After he managed to get into the seat, and his package slipped off and below the table with the rest of his lower body, she brought her eyes up to meet his. This time he was just looking right at her. She blushed heavily again, she had been caught red-faced if not red-handed.