Collection
There were practically no sales, which was understandable—a hot summer day, people were lounging at the local beach, who wanted to wander among sofas and armchairs when nature was calling? The cash register revenue was a pittance, so they could skip the cash collection! This thought warmed Lena's little heart more than even the end of the workday... She hated filling out paperwork and trembling before the stern man who would inevitably find mistakes in her scribbles and make her redo it, or even refuse to take the money bag... And how could you not make mistakes when there it was, the sun, luring you outside, clouding a girl's mind.
Lena was loved in the store, and how
could you not love her? Young, lively, a cheerful laugher, her naturally copper hair braided into a thick plait, freckles scattered across her mischievous face, a big, bright mouth that just kept spreading into a smile—you couldn't help but laugh looking at her. There's the security guard, Yegor Kuzmich, who's been trying to hit on the girl for a long time, but he's just too old for such beauty and freshness. So he watches her from corners, clouds her mind with lewd talk, and hiding in the utility room, admires her on camera, jerking off...It was already time to close the store and run to the beach before the sun set—and Lena gasped... She forgot to cancel the cash collection, got caught up chatting on the phone with her dear friend, discussing Svetka's latest fling, and didn't even remember the main thing. Before she could get scared—there he was on the threshold, the fine young man. His uniform on his muscular body was almost bursting, his face stern, though young, about 23. He looks at her sternly, and she has nothing to say...
— Well then, — he says — a false call means you have to pay a fine.
This silly girl reaches into her bag, tears welling up in her own eyes, she and her friend were just about to go shopping, well, what can you do?
He laughs — Naive, you won't get off that easy! And he moves in on her, unzipping his fly. He took out his equipment, of no small size, took it in his hand, jerking it and getting closer and closer to the girl. She was confused, whether to call for help or to cry. Out of the corner of his eye, the cash collector sees Yegor Kuzmich running towards them, to put a stop to such indecency. And our hero pokes the head of his cock at the girl's lips and waves invitingly to Yegor Kuzmich with his hand: Join in, don't be shy!"
He lightly choked Lena, and from the excess of feelings, her little mouth kept opening. Then he took her, his dear, into his grip, she moans, tries to dodge, but the guy knows his business, holds her firmly by the braid and starts fucking her mouth! His cock goes into her cheek, then thrusts into her throat, he's already started groaning. Yegor Kuzmich, watching this, even broke into a sweat, his hands shook. He barely managed to unzip his pants, his cock was no worse than the young man's, standing stiff. But he didn't rush to Lena's mouth, he fell to his knees before her, trying to spread her legs, she clenches her knees, but he just does his thing, now he's already pulled down her skirt, thrown her stocking-clad legs onto the armrests of the chair, moved her panties aside and buried his mouth in her tender young pussy, jerking his club and licking, even purring with pleasure. How many times had he dreamed of this!
The cash collector had already unbuttoned her white blouse, kneading her breasts, she relaxed, flushed, her legs spreading on their own. She moans funny, in a womanly way, closed her eyes, and now without shame, presses Kuzmich's head to her slit, while jerking off the cash collector and sucking-smacking. The cash collector was the first to lose control, came right on the girl's face, at that moment she twitched and squeezed the security guard's head between her legs, apparently came too. Kuzmich caught on, got up, shoved it in her mouth a couple of times and shot his sperm onto the girl's white chest.
— Old man, got a cigarette? — of course, a man after sex first needs to have a smoke.
— Why not, I do! And I'll smoke with you, let's go to the porch...