Cafe "Antalya"

In the summer, I got a job at a local cafe called "Antalya." Turkish cuisine, a director of Caucasian nationality, a khachik, to put it simply. When I started there, Alik immediately noticed me, constantly calling me into his office. One time, when I was in the kitchen, he came up behind me and in a hoarse voice ordered: "Lift your skirt"... I got scared and, in a trembling voice, said I was a virgin. He replied that he would check right now. He ordered me to sit on the table and spread my legs. Reluctantly, I obeyed, understanding it was useless to argue. He licked his index finger and rubbed it against my pussy. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" he inquired in a businesslike manner.

He carefully spread my labia and gently began to push his smelly finger inside. It hurt a little, but to some degree, I felt arousal. He started moving it in and out, speeding up the pace. I had read books about sex before and was very curious if I would have an orgasm. I closed my eyes, moaned softly: "Good," and immediately felt his fist on my face.

I recoiled in fear. He, as if nothing had happened, said — Go work, you little slut, we'll talk later.

My shift ended. Remembering the boss's order, I sat near his office, waiting for him. But that bastard simply forgot about me, so I decided to enter without knocking. I quietly turned the doorknob and froze in silent amazement. My boss was fucking my shift partner, Anya. They were doing IT right on the table. Anyutka had thrown her head back and was moaning loudly. Alik was growling hoarsely and slapping his balls against her buttocks. I started getting a little aroused and continued to watch greedily. I looked at my boss's huge dick and licked my dry lips.

— Svetochka, come here. — I heard.

It seems I was noticed... Embarrassed, I approached him and whispered almost inaudibly that I wanted to suck it. If Alik was surprised, he didn't show it.

— Anya, get out of here — he ordered the other waitress. She grinned but remained silent.

— Closer, babe — I heard.

I came right up to him and touched his cock. It was a bit wet and soft.

— Get undressed — he ordered in a tone that brooked no argument.

I slowly took off my sundress, shoes, then began to unclasp my bra, followed by my panties falling to the floor. Alik, watching my actions, began to breathe heavily. My mouth went dry, my tongue started to get tangled, I couldn't say anything. And he, as if understanding my state, put his finger to my lips, letting me know I didn't need to say anything, and asked me to kiss him.

I touched his dry, hot lips, which immediately parted and began greedily sucking on mine. His tongue entered my mouth. He pulled me to him and pressed me against his chest so hard that I felt the poke of his swollen member. He started kissing my neck, my breasts, and couldn't tear himself away from my nipples, kissing one, then the other. I slightly lifted my hips and he pulled off my panties, then started pulling off his own. When his cock sprang free, pre-cum was already dripping from it, so without any problems, it immediately penetrated between my widely spread legs, into a place it had never been in my life before. It was very hot and wet inside, and when he entered me completely, without a trace, he immediately shot a hot, thick, powerful stream so intensely that I even cried out... Alik pressed me to his chest and began to lull me, then he licked my tears with his rough, hot tongue, and I drifted into oblivion...