Jenna

“Edward, you’re on for tonight, right?”

“Actually, boss-man…” he began.

I rolled my eyes, face already headed for my palm. These kids, no matter how many times you remind them, they just don’t give a shit about commitments to schedules, to their jobs. “Edward, Edward,” I stopped him, “What’re you doing to me? I told you about this. You agreed, even! The new stock came in, you’re my man to get it inventoried and out on the floor.”

“It’s ok!” he protested, “I got Jenna to cover for me. Actually, she asked to. She wants the hours.” A measuring tape was draped around the shoulders of his suit jacket like a skinny, strange scarf.

I suppressed a groan, glancing at the girl. Jenna was on the far side of the salesfloor, bending over to straighten a sport coat on a manikin. The charcoal-gray pantsuit she had on was snug over her ass, showing off it’s round and plump shapeliness. A customer was browsing a rack of suits behind her, his head turned towards her ass as he brazenly drank down the sight.

I sighed. She was a college kid and another recent hire, even less reliable than Edward. “Does she even know our product yet? Can she tell a slim fit from a classic fit?”

Edward grinned, shrugged. “Maybe not. Maybe you should give her the easy stuff.”

“Yeah, thanks Edward. You owe me.”

He shrugged again, his grin spreading. “It’ll be fine. I believe in you.”

“Clean up the neckties, Edward,” I called out as he walked away, “Make yourself useful.”

We closed an hour later. I shooed the last stragglers out and locked the door, pulling the metal grating out across the storefront to drive the point home.

Edward waved goodbye as he slipped out the back. “Later, boss-man.”

I sighed and returned to the register. Jenna leaned against the glass case where we kept cufflinks and jeweled accessories. Her ruffled white silk blouse shimmered in the dim light, her makeup and curled blonde hair precise. Her prettiness helped with sales, I’ll give her that, although now she looked vacant, disinterested. Prettiness was irrelevant when it came to inventory.

“You told Edward you wanted this?” I said, already sensing the night wouldn’t go well.

“Well, yeah,” she said, glancing around the store, avoiding my eye contact, “I, like, wanted some extra hours. And he said I could do the shipment, or whatever.”

I sighed. “Come.” I waved, leading her back past the dressing rooms, to the rear of the store, where I did the tailoring. The delivery was stacked up in the corner behind my bench. “Ok, well. I’ve clocked it at about three hours of work. But I don’t want to stay any later than I have to, either. So if we get it done early, I’ll still pay you for the three hours. Got it?”

She frowned. “What if I don’t want to stay that long?”

I groaned. “I just said, the quicker we go–”

“Yeah, no,” she said, “I got that. I just mean, I was thinking, you’d pay me the three hours like I stayed, but I would leave, like, now.”

I gritted my teeth. “Why would I do that?”

She took a step closer to me. “What if I, like, blow you?”

“What?”

“I’ll suck your dick, Mr Tucker.” In a flash, her blank disinterest was gone, replaced with an intense and sexy stare that warped gravity, that darkened everything else in the room. She took another step closer, shrugging out of her jacket, draping it over a rack, each movement precise and calculated to excite.

My eyes went wide. “Jenna, I–”

“You what? Don’t like getting your dick sucked?” I could hear each of her breaths. The way she tucked her chin, the way she bit her lip, the way she inflected her eyebrows — everything about her was different than who she was sixty seconds ago, everything was sexier. She dragged her fingers up her shirt, running them slowly, deliberately over her chest.

My jaw moved, but no words came out.

She stepped closer, and I stepped back, bumping into the workbench. “When’s the last time a twenty-year-old make you cum, Mr Tucker?” she said, hips swinging as she neared. Her lips curled into a grin and she was looking up at me with piercing brown eyes.

I whispered, “It’s– it’s been a while.” Where was my confidence? How had I been unsettled so? I was too old to be taken in by a girl like this, and yet…

She placed her hand on my slacks, grabbing my thigh, and dragged it up towards my crotch. “You want me, don’t you, Mr Tucker?”

“Y-yes.”

“I know,” she grinned, her fist closing around my shaft.

I shuddered, groaned.

She dropped to her knees. Like an expert, she unbuckled my belt and unzipped my fly, bringing my pants down to my knees. I pulled my shirt away, and she smiled up at me as her fingers wrapped around the hem of my shorts, slowly pulling them down. More and more of my shaft slid into her view, until, like it was spring-loaded, my dick popped up in her face.

“Damn, Mr Tucker,” she giggled, closing her fists around my erection, pumping me stiffer, “You shoulda told me you had such a big cock.” She rubbed my swollen head against her cheek, leaving a streak of precum along behind it.

I leaned back, putting my weight on my elbows behind me, resting against the workbench. I reached down and tucked a wayward strand of blonde hair behind her ear.

Jenna smiled, sticking out her tongue and licking my erection like it was a lollipop.

I ran my fingers down the side of her head, resting them on her chin. “Lick my balls.”

“Yes, sir,” she giggled. She pushed my shaft flat against my belly and dragged her soft, warm tongue over my shaved sac.

I groaned, loud and low and pure.

Her grin spread, and then she pursed her lips and sucked my nuts into her mouth.

“Fuck!” I shuddered, eyes wide.

She tugged on my balls with her lips until, with a smack, they popped free and she dove back down, just to do it again.

“Holy fuck,” I panted, her devotion to my pleasure sending me to heaven.

She nuzzled against my balls, rubbing her nose and cheek against them. “Your balls are so full, Mr Tucker,” she said, “It’s a good thing I’m here to suck them dry for you.” She let my shaft swing free, catching it with an outstretched tongue while wrapping her fingers around my sac.

I couldn’t help but groan again as her sucking began in earnest, her lips stretched around my girth as she pumped her face up and down on my length.

It hadn’t been long, but she brought me closer and closer to orgasm. And she could’ve done that to me, made me cum right quick. She had every reason to make this blowjob as short as possible, get it done with and on her with her night, but she didn’t. I don’t know why, maybe she was enjoying herself? She normally looked so bored by being here, so uncaring, but not now. With expertise, she brought me up to the very edge before pulling back, dragging my pleasure out. She swirled her tongue around my cock’s head, teasing and toying with me, keeping me hard, just enough to keep me desperate.

Maybe she enjoyed showing off her skills. “Show me your tits,” I said.

“You’re getting greedy,” she admonished with a smile. But she unbuttoned her blouse, showing me her bra, bright white against her pale skin. “I knew you had some personality in you.”

“Fuck, girl,” I groaned as she unclasped it, grinning up at me proudly with her perky pink nipples on her slender figure. “Stand up.”

She frowned, but again did what I said, rising up before me. I grabbed her tit like I owned it, pinching her nipple and squeezing. “Take off your pants.”

Her face scrunched up. “But I–”

“Do it!” I growled.

Her eyes opened wide, big and white like saucers. She fumbled with her fly, shimmying the tight pants down her legs. She had them down to her ankles when I stepped behind her, pushing her forward, bending her over the high workbench.

She yelped, kicking her feet, barely able to touch the ground. It wasn’t enough for purchase, though, and I was free to grab her thick, round ass and dig my fingers into her white panties. I shoved two outstretched fingers into her pussy, smiling at the warm stickiness I found there.

I yanked the crotch of her panties to the side, and she moaned as I fingered her. “What’re you going to do to me?”

I chuckled. “I’m checking your inseam, Jenna.” I shoved my fingers in deep. “What do think I’m doing, honey? I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck your tight, wet, slut pussy.”

“Are you gonna cum in me?” she whimpered, “I–”

But she never finished the thought, her words devolving back into their constituent sounds as I knelt behind her and buried my face in her ass. I licked her pussy, drinking down her heat, mixing my spit with her juice.

“Ohmigod…” she moaned, her hands grabbing her ass, pulling her cheeks apart, “Ohfuck, ohfuck, ohfuck, ohhhh…”

I stood and, bracing my leg on a stool, guided my erection into her sweet pussy. “Fuck, Jenna,” I growled, “You’re fuckin’ tight.”

“Fuck me,” she begged, her voice small and cute and desperate.

I grabbed her hips and did just that, quickly working up a cadence, over and over shoving my throbbing cock inside her. I savaged her with my erection, gritting my teeth as I drove myself in to the hilt, pinning her against the workbench with my lust. Her skin was soft and supple against mine, and I stroked her ass, running my hands over the small of her back.

“Fuck!” she squealed, “You’re enormous…”

On each withdrawal, her pussy lips clung to my shaft. On each insertion, she shuddered and yelped anew. “You love my cock, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

“You’re my little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes!”

“You’re thirsty for my cum, aren’t you?”

“Yes!” she said again.

I pulled out. “On your knees,” I commanded.

She scrambled off the bench, dropping to the floor obediently. She held her mouth open, tongue out and expectant, a devoted and eager innocence on her face.

I smiled at her, reaching out and stroking her cheek just before her ear. My grin grew cruel as I curled my fingers around behind her head and pulled her down to my cock. I watched greedily as her lips spread to accommodate my girth. And when my dick filled her mouth, she tried to stop. “Oh, I think we’re past that point in our relationship, don’t you think, Jenna?”

Her eyes widened as I shoved her down more, pushing her lips down to the base of my shaft. She coughed and choked, but the feeling was sensational. “Oh, that’s a good girl,” I moaned, “You’ll soon get your reward.”

Jenna’s eyes watered and nose ran, but I didn’t stop fucking her throat. This close to the end, there was no stopping me. My grip was iron, holding her down as my bliss surged. And then I was cumming. I rolled my head back and groaned, my cock spraying its seed down her throat.

She spluttered, swallowing and choking and convulsing all at once. My spunk mixed with her drool, and as I pulled out and let her go, it ran down her chin in thick, stringy gobs.

“Fuck, that was fantastic, Jenna,” I said, panting, “Just what I needed.”

She remained where I left her, deflated and leaning over. She looked exhausted, but there was something more there, something I couldn’t quite read.

“There a problem, Jenna?”

She wiped her mouth off with the back of her hand. “I… I’m going to go home now.”

“Don’t forget to clock out,” I said, a sing-song lilt to my voice.

She muttered something I couldn’t hear.

“And don’t forget, you’re on the schedule for Wednesday, day after tomorrow.”

That was two days ago, and here we are now, Wednesday evening. I guess Jenna really wants the extra hours, because I didn’t even have to ask. She lingered after closing, following me into the back, and now here I am sitting on the sofa in the break room, my cock slick with Jenna’s slobber. She’s been licking and sucking me for I don’t know how long now, teasing my glans and tonguing my balls. I’ve got my arms crossed behind my head, letting her do her thing. And when her thing is finishing me off with her fists, having my cum soak her face, well, it’s a pretty good night.