Steve Golden - Hot pants salesgirl

"Ass-fuck me! Cram my ass full of cock!" she wailed, half out of her mind. "Come up my ass! I love cum! I love it up my ass, and up my cunt, and in my mouth, and all over my face! I'll never get enough! I'll never get enough cock, I'll never get enough jism! I'm a fucking nympho! I love it! I fucking love it!"

He pounded her roughly, too far gone now for any niceties. He was unable to say anymore. It was all too much. He was too far gone. All he could do now was fuck her hard and spray her insides with spunk. It was too late for anything else. He couldn't listen to her and hold back any longer. He fucked her one last time and his balls exploded.

Thick knots of jism curled out from his cock and hosed the dark tunnel of her asshole. He sprayed the rubbery walls with cum, jetting the sizzling paste again and again up her ass. One, two, three times, his cock fired off wad after wad of scalding spunk that pooled in her rear channel like wax.

"You're going off up my ass! I feel you! All that spunk! All that spunk firing off up my ass! Love it! Love it to death! Don't stop! Pump me full of cum! Fill me with cum! Pump my asshole full of hot, creamy jizz."

She pushed her ass cheeks back at him, letting him bury his granite prick far up her ass. It felt so weird, so odd! What an absolutely kinky feeling to have a guy shoot his jism far up her asshole! It was really one of the most exciting things she could do with a guy.

"You feel it, whore? You feel my cock shooting cum up your ass? How do you like it? How do you like getting ass-fucked?"

"I crave it! Jet it deep! Jet it deep! I want all you've got! Ohhh, yes!"

More steaming blobs of jizz shot out, coiling and twirling in her asshole like hot grease. His prick fired in strong geysers, jetting cum up along her ass channel and coating his plunging cock with ribbons of white. There were gobs of cum sliding about inside her, wriggling and writhing like tadpoles up her ass. It seemed he couldn't stop coming.

"Ohhh what a hot, filthy slut you are! Ohhh, fuck, you'll drain a guy dry! Your ass is snapping at me! It's sucking out all my cum! Ohhh, fuck!"

"Hose it! Hose my asshole with jizz?" she bleated, turning her head at an angle to peer over her shoulder at him. Her face was a glistening mask of sweat. "Cram your cock up my asshole! Fill me with jizz! Don't stop! Don't ever stop!"

He didn't. He kept right on fucking her up the ass, spouting out his jism in an unending flood. Even when he caught sight of the female figure looming in the doorway, he didn't slow down in his movements. He merely stared at her, unable to stop. He stared at her and fucked Missy without letup.

Miss Grimsby stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips, trying to find words to put a stop to the obscene spectacle in front of her. But for the moment she could say nothing. She was in a state of shock. The dirty little salesgirl slut was nude on the weight bench, her tits hanging out of her T-shirt, a pair of silk shorts torn around her crotch, and some big bruiser was fucking her up the ass, drilling his long pole of cock into her willing asshole! It was unbelievable!

At last Missy, too, caught sight of her grim faced supervisor. Her body was still rippling with pleasure, accepting jet after jet of jism with gratitude. Her face was contorted out of shape with lust. She panted hotly and snorted into the sweat-slick weight bench. And then she smiled weakly, opening her mouth to speak in a jerky, little-girl voice.

"Hi, Miss Grimsby!" she said. "I was just demonstrating the weight bench for this gentleman! I think he really likes how it performs!"

Missy was transferred to another department. Miss Grimsby had stood speechless in the doorway for maybe a minute, then had stalked off to report the young salesgirl's outrageous behavior to Mr. Cheevers. The girl was a slut, Miss Grimsby told him, no better than a common street whore who would rather seduce their customers than sell them any merchandise. She should be fired without delay.

"Let's not be hasty, Geraldine," he replied, watching the older woman carefully. "Maybe there was some misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding! I caught the little whore stark naked in the storage room, letting some muscleman… I can't say it!"

"Letting some muscleman what, Geraldine?" he went on, truly curious.

"Letting some muscleman put his… thing up her rear end! She was having sex with an absolute stranger, anal sex, on company time! We were paying her wages while she rutted like a bitch in heat!"

"Aren't we being a little harsh, Geraldine?" he persisted, a thin film of sweat forming on his brow. "The girl is young. Don't you think she deserves a second chance?"

Miss Grimsby couldn't believe what she was hearing. Why wasn't he coming down to the sporting department right now? Why wasn't he insisting they throw out the young slut immediately? She raved on, becoming quite excited, threatening to resign unless something was done about the little bitch. Eventually Cheevers agreed.

Miss Grimsby was a fifteen-year veteran of the store, and he didn't want to lose her considerable abilities. On the other hand, he didn't want the little cunt, Missy Treats, causing any trouble for him. He agreed to get the young girl out of Miss Grimsby's department immediately. He wouldn't fire her. He was determined to give her another chance. But Miss Grimsby wouldn't have to see her ever again. He would transfer the teenager to another area.

Miss Grimsby complained bitterly, truly at a loss as to why he would wish to protect the young slut. But he was the boss, there was nothing she could do about it. She insisted he come with her right away and tell the youngster himself. She was so angry she couldn't speak to her. At all costs, she wanted Missy Treats put of the sporting department within the hour.

And so it was that Missy got the rest of that day off. Mr. Cheevers came to see her just as she was finishing cleaning herself up after her marathon fuck session in the store room. The muscular, young stud had long since left her with barely a word, not even telling her he would buy the damn weight bench, and she was dressing herself in her own clothes, waiting for the axe to fall.

When Cheevers didn't fire her after all, but simply told her to report the following morning to the lingerie department she was ecstatic. She thought for sure he would get rid of her. His only warning was that if she were involved in any more sexual exploits, he'd have no choice but to let her go, regardless of what she had on him. He couldn't let the store be turned into a common bawdy house.

She gave him her coyest smile, fondled him briefly by the balls, and left the store to spend the rest of the day relaxing. It was so nice to have job security!

She soaked herself in a hot bath and tried to ease the discomfort in her lower body. Her ass and cunt were still sore from the amazing fucking they had undergone.

The next morning, she reported for work early, determined to make a good impression. She really hadn't meant to let things get so out of hand yesterday. It was just that once she got started, she couldn't help herself. She was always like that. All a guy had to do was get her a little stimulated, and she was off and fucking.

She wore her most homely dress, put on hardly any make-up, and tried to look her prim and proper best. Cheevers really was right. If she couldn't control herself, she really had no business working in the store. There were other things in life than sex. She just had to remember that. She simply had to keep saying it over and over to herself.

Unfortunately, Cheevers' choice of the lingerie department for Missy's next attempt at becoming a successful salesgirl was not a good one. To be surrounded all day long by sexy underthings was one thing. But to handle the wispy, silky garments hour after hour was another. By mid-afternoon she was horny all over again, ready to go out and attack the nearest cock.