Employee Discount

With a deep breath to steady my anxious nerves, I enter my new workplace for my first day on the job at the local froyo place near my university.

"Hey, there you are! And early too!"

My new boss, Scott, is just coming out of the backroom pushing a cart of various candies and fruits for the topping bar, so he's looking right at me as I walk in. He's shirtless, and just as ripped and hot as he was earlier this week when he hired me. His ridiculously thick cock is on display right where I'd remembered it for most of last night. The door is still closing behind me as I feel the first dangling droplet of thick pussy ooze form between my legs. I'm wearing a skirt below my bare chest so he probably won't notice immediately, which is a shame, because a quick casual fuck might help re-break the ice.

"This is Thomas," Scott points to the teen boy working the register, who I hadn't even noticed yet. "He'll be working with you this evening."

Thomas is a tall, but very skinny blonde kid with acne and braces wearing a black gamer t-shirt and cargo shorts. He says "Hi" quietly, eyes darting away. Scott seems to read my expression correctly.

"Don't worry, he's eighteen," he says loudly, slapping Thomas on the shoulder, causing a bright blush on the boy's face. "I need employees that can keep the sauce tub stocked!"

My eyes dart to the heated steel pump-top drum on the counter, thinking of the delicious mix of hot, sugary jizz inside. Once again, Scott reads my expression correctly.

"Ha, sorry, but man sauce isn't part of the employee discount. You can have 10oz. of all-ages yogurt and toppings for free each shift, but you have to have your shift partner ring you up, OK?"

I nod and experience a quick flashback to when I turned eighteen and mom brought me to our local froyo place and bought me my first semen sundae. It wasn't that long ago, of course.

"All right, come on back and I'll show you how to do the backroom stuff."

For the next hour, Scott shows me where all the various ingredients are, how to load the froyo machines properly, how he wants the toppings prepped, and the various other chores expected of me during my shifts. After that, he sends Thomas to the back room to make another batch of sauce by himself so that he can train me on the cash register. At this, Thomas moves his mouth like a fish for a second, staring at my tits hungrily. "But..." he starts.

"She'll be here all evening, Tom, go!"

Then we spend the next hour going with Scott walking me through the on-screen menus and I get practice ringing up actual customers. In between, we do fake transactions and I learn how to refund them. It doesn't take long for me to feel like I have the register fully memorized. At some point Thomas comes out with a surprising amount of fresh sauce and pours in into the heating tub. I watch his thin body walk back to the stockroom, wondering where it all came from.

We probably get half a dozen groups of two or more women in an hour, and they almost invariably order cum sauce. Even though they're mostly middle-aged, I quickly learn to check IDs.

"We get plainclothes compliance officers coming in here with IDs that are way younger than the officers look, testing us once in a while, and I get fined if you screw up. They're large enough that I can't afford to keep employees that make this particular mistake, so take it seriously and actually read the date. And don't forget to add the premium upcharge on those bowls."

Eventually, we have one young man use the pee sauce pump to make a salted lemon cheesecake bowl and when I glance past his ID too fast, Scott stops me and I get the whole lecture again, since urine products are also age-controlled. After the transaction I also learn that the breast milk topping we get from a local human-dairy company is actually not age-controlled, but it is still a premium charge. After the customer is sitting and focused on his treat in the far corner of the store, Scott leans in and speaks quietly:

"You'll get some customers that ask you and your coworkers for 'fresh' sauces. Now, our official policy is to serve what's already on the counter, and you can tell anyone exactly that for any reason. But, so long as you have a partner working with you and there aren't any other customers waiting on the register, it's OK with me if you piss in a few customer's bowls at their request. It typically means you get a nice tip. Your male partners will do the same with semen. The main thing is not to get distracted from the counter - that's why you should only do it with a partner out front. You also need to weigh the bowl after you fill it and add the usual premium fee, otherwise you're stealing sales from the business and this place isn't exactly a gold mine of profits. Understand?"

I say I do, dreaming of fat tips. Once again, Scott reads my mind.

"Good, good. I'll give you a little more advice then. If you want more tips, you'll get more requests if you're showing off a hairless vulva. It gets minds on the right track - plus no one wants to pick hair out of their dessert."

I look down at the skirt I'm wearing, then I pull it up over my head. My wax job is maybe six days old, but Scott looks down and gives me a thumbs-up.

"Looking good!"

Reciprocating, my eyes go to Scott's beautiful dick for the first time in quite a while and Scott reads my mind for the last time today.

"Thomas, you're on the counter again!" Scotts turns and calls to the back, then to me: "Come help me make another batch of sauce."

In the back, Scott points me towards the desk he interviewed me at, and I bend over it and wait with spread legs as I hear Scott fluffing himself up. By the time he places his cockhead at my opening and his hand on my hip, my increasing vaginal fluids have slowly tickled halfway down the inside. Then Scott pushes into me and my mind disappears. His cock is thicker than any other I've ever had. Just getting the head inside is enough to take my breath away.

"Urrgghh, go slow please," I grunt towards my own belly, head down against my forearms, focusing on the sweet ache of the slowly stretching muscles in my vagina.

Scott's thrusts pull him all the way out, then back in one tiny bit deeper on each stroke. It's incredibly regular and practiced and he bores into my depths slowly, like he's drilling a new subway tunnel. I can only assume that most women he's been with have needed this same level of care. By the time I can feel his balls start to put pressure on me, I'm nearly convulsing in pleasure on each in-stroke. He starts to add a bit of linger and grind while he's in to the hilt and I have a powerful orgasm about one minute later. In must be the extra pressure his massive tool puts on my guts, but I squirt or leak or gush or pee or whatever combination, all over his balls. This is not usual for me, but he seems to like it because I feel the nonexistent extra space in my cunt start to fill up with what must be his ejaculation.

"Oh no, we were supposed to make sauce!" I gasp, as my insides stretch further, just before I feel a plastic edge make contact with my mons. "Oh."

Scott pulls out of me slow and careful, but no space forms as the searing hot contents of his balls finally have someplace to go. His pleasure at this emptying is audible. When the ridge of his prickhead breaks free of my hole, the high-pressure rush of semen draining out of me into the foodservice tub he's holding makes me feel like a deflating cartoon balloon. When I turn around I see a nearly half-full container I feel both proud of my own sexual virtues and awed by Scott's productiveness. As Scott milks the rest of his orgasm out I get down on my knees.

"Employees can still lick the spatula for free, right?" I ask waiting for the last store property drops to fall off the glistening cock in front of my eyes.

"Heh, sure, go ahead." Scott chuckles, eyes closed.

And lick I am **** to, as Scott's cock might dislocate my jaw. I give his monster a thorough tongue bath, and even squeeze myself out the last half-pump from out of his urethra with a little effort.

Once I stand up, we're right back to training. We finish my new hire paperwork and Scott goes through the upcoming shift schedule with me. After half an hour we walk back out front and hang out near the register until Thomas finishes up with the last customer in line.

"Alright, kids. I'm about to leave for the night. You'll both be here until close together, so rely on Thomas if you have any questions."

Thomas looks at me shyly. He has a nervous, yet also excited, smile. Scott lets his pause stretch for a second.

"Actually, before I leave, why don't you two go make one more batch of sauce..." Thomas has my hand in his and is pulling me towards the back room before Scott can finish, "...we can never have enough, right?"

Once again I find myself on the desk in the back of the store, this time I'm sitting on it while Thomas rapidly strips off his short to reveal a long, thin cock and absolutely gargantuan balls. I start to wonder if there's a very specific reason Scott hired him and I stop a moment later when Thomas grabs for a larger tub size than Scott used and sets it on the desk next to us. As he lines up his thin cock with my cunt I pray that I've recovered enough after Scott's stretching to give a good first impression. Either I have or Thomas is used to his boss's sloppy second, because he sighs immensely after slipping in and giving my cervix a delightful little hello-bump. I settle in to Thomas' rhythm and start enjoying myself. Getting stretched in different directions by different coworkers is going to be a really nice perk, I decide.

Thomas takes his sweet time but the inevitable occurs and I once again watch the fruits of my labor drain into a bowl to be given to other women. At least I get to lick the spatula a little earlier this time: I steal the last long pull of fresh cum out of the skinny boy's skinny cock straight into my mouth. I look up at Thomas' eyes with a "sssh" finger to my lips. He glances guiltily towards the open door but Scott is with a customer, so Thomas looks back with a smile and a matching gesture.

After adding the sugary flavoring mix, we take Thomas' massive load back out front to be put on sale. Scott's eyebrows go up as we show him the quality, and quantity, of our work.

"Damn, I hope I don't have to start holding clearance sales on this stuff because of you, new girl."

I look at his thick cock, then the sauce pump, then back up and make eye contact. I lick my lips, pause, and say:

"So... maybe there's some wiggle room on the employee discount after all?"