Shopping without money

When I'm alone again in the apartment, I almost forgot to undress completely again. Split naked I take care of the household and then get ready for work. As I make myself on the way, I notice again the problem that I have this month no more money available. Without money, I have **** but to walk again, in my skimpy outfit, to the supermarket.

Some time later I arrive just on time. Directly I begin to sort the shelves and to put in new goods. The me again and again, especially male, customers observe and certainly also catch the one or other deep look under my short skirt, I no longer really notice. In other respects, too, my workday is actually quite normal and I'm making good progress. I'm also very glad that my obnoxious boss hasn't run into me yet today. Even though I don't have a big problem with wearing these clothes in public anymore, it's still hard for me to be around Mr. Schmitt dressed like this.

When already the largest part of my workday is over, I reach the shelves with the things one needs for baking. Only now I realize that without money I can't buy the things Mia needs for baking. Until the weekend I also don't receive any salary and from the past I also know that Mr. Schmitt doesn't get involved in advance payment of wages. As I am clearing a damaged package of flour from the shelf, an idea comes to me. Normally damaged products just end up in the trash, so why shouldn't I just keep using these things. Soon I have everything Mia needs for baking together. When I'm done, I take the items to the staff room unnoticed and stash them in my purse.

Although I don't consider it theft to still take good food that would otherwise be thrown away, I know Mr. Schmitt's very negative opinion on the subject of containers. Tense and very careful, I take my now quite heavy bag out of my spinnt and make my way to the staff exit. Just as I'm holding the door handle and I relax a little, I hear Mr. Schmitt call out behind me, "Please come to my office immediately!" Frightened, I turn around, still hoping that he doesn't mean me.

But there was no one else around except me. My heart is pounding so hard that it is pounding in my ears! Panic-stricken, I think about whether there is another way to get rid of my bag with my things, but Mr. Schmitt is watching me very closely. Seeing no way out, I resign myself to my fate and walk towards Herr Schmitt. Deep down, I still have the hope that my boss wants to discuss something else with me. Mr. Schmitt holds the door to his office open for me. When I have passed the fat man, he closes the door and I can still hear it clicking in my back.

Next, my boss sits down in his expensive office chair and looks very serious. I wait for him to ask me to sit in the chair across from him, but I wait in vain. Instead, he says: "Your handbag is quite heavy today. Let me see what you've got in there!" My knees begin to tremble and I stammer, "Hey..err Schm...itt, da..ss was...das er...ste mal! That sh...wöh...re I... ih...nen!" Now the fat man, with a suppressed smile on his face, leans back and savors the moment with relish.

Very seriously, Mr. Schmitt explains, "You know very well that I can't tolerate my employees stealing from me just like that!" In this situation, I don't even notice that my boss suddenly calls me by my first name. Helplessly, I try to justify myself and put my actions into perspective: "Mr. Schmitt, please don't be so strict! I currently have some financial problems and have also only taken things that would have ended up in the trash anyway. No damage was actually done." My boss now replies somewhat louder: "Yes, that's exactly what everyone says! If I just let you get away with THIEVING now, everyone will take damaged items in the future. As time goes on, there will be more and more damaged goods. That's exactly why there is not the slightest tolerance in my store for such a case!"

I must admit that this explanation makes perfect sense. I have a huge lump in my throat, so I can't get another word out. Then Mr. Schmitt explains further: "Marion, you do realize that I have to terminate your employment without notice and report you. That means that you will not get unemployment benefits for three months!" Startled by this information, I stare at the fat man in amazement. I had already expected to lose my job. But I didn't expect that Mr. Schmitt would immediately kick me out without notice for a loss of less than ten euros and also report me to the police!

Completely **** and with tears in the eyes I beg my still boss: "Please Mr. Schmitt, everything but THAT! With it they would destroy my life!" Thereupon Mr. Schmitt rises from his chair and stands directly in front of me. Then he declares, smiling wickedly, "Well, if that's the case! Perhaps there is indeed another way we could come to an agreement after all." Before I can ask what he means by that, my boss already pushes a hand under my tight top and plays rubbing my nipple between his thick fingers.

It disgusts me extremely that my fat boss gropes me! However, I am also aware that it would not be very smart in this situation to reject him. Motionless I remain standing in the middle of the room, while Mr. Schmitt takes the disturbing handbag from me and puts it aside. Next he pulls my top over my head and throws it carelessly to the bag on the floor. Then my boss works on my little pink buds, which look even tinier between his thick fingers. Probably my tiny tits do not give him too much pleasure though, because soon he lets go of them again. Instead, the fat man opens the zipper of my mini-skirt and simply lets it fall to the floor.

When Mr. Schmitt looks down at me, he suddenly starts laughing out loud and says: "Aren't you already a bit too old for that? On the other hand, you really do look like a little maturing Lolita in that!" Of course, he's alluding to my daughter's pink "My Littel Pony" panties that I'm wearing underneath today. Amused, my boss tells me, "So, let me pet your little pony!" He puts his strong hand in my crotch and then massages my pussy very ungently.

Although neither the situation nor the clumsy and rude treatment of my fat boss is particularly exciting, I still get wet after a few minutes. In a good mood, Mr. Schmitt says: "Oh dear, your bangs are suddenly all wet! But we can't leave it like that!" With a strong jerk, he takes off my last piece of clothing and puts it behind him on the desk. Then he starts to penetrate my wet pussy with his thick fingers. I let all this happen to me completely motionless until my boss finally stops.

But he's not done with me yet, instead he demands, "Now get down on your knees with you and suck my cock!" Reluctantly, I lower myself to my knees in front of my boss and wait for him to open his pants. But instead he asks me harshly, "What are you waiting for? Get my dick out of my pants yourself! I'm not your employee, you're mine!" This condescending asshole really enjoys his power over me to the fullest.

Disgusted, I open the button and the zipper of his pants. This was not so easy, because his ample belly hangs far over his waistband. When I pull down the wide pants of my boss, a large fine-rib panties underneath come to light. Oh man, of all things this asshole makes fun of my panties, although he himself wears something like that! There is only a very small bulge in the underpants, whereupon I ask myself: Can it really be that my boss is still not really hard? Curious, I then also pull down the large fine-rib men's briefs.

A tiny penis, which has actually already reached its maximum size, jumps out at me. Involuntarily I have the thought: The men who always make themselves the most important always have the smallest peckers! Impatiently, Mr. Schmitt demands, "Come on now, take my dick in your mouth already." That is probably rather a little tail, I think to myself. In a slightly better mood, I now start to blow my boss. Although I get the small part without any problems completely in my mouth, but my face touches thereby also again and again his fat belly. The whole situation is so humiliating for me! Finally, I kneel just stark naked in front of my fat boss and suck his tiny tail.

Mr. Schmitt fortunately does not have too much stamina, soon he pushes me a little away from him. With one hand he holds my head in position while he continues to jerk his part with the other hand. Shortly after that he pumps me a pretty good load of his warm cream right into my face. His sperm runs over my closed eyes in such a way that I can't open them either for the time being. "Here, you can wipe your face with it." Mr. Schmitt explains to me and presses something into my hands, with which I also immediately wipe his semen from my face.

When I can open my eyes again, I only see that I am holding my top in my hands. The sperm of my boss has left clearly visible stains on the fabric. Mr. Schmitt has meanwhile sat back down on his chair and says, "You may go home now." Then he takes my panties, which are lying in front of him, and smells them. "I'll keep your panties as a souvenir, you may take the rest back with you, even what you stole from me." By now I don't care about anything, I just want to go home. Without panties and with a fully jerked top I make my way home.