Creamy Delights

I take a deep breath and exit my car into the shopping center parking lot. Two rows away from me is the entrance to Creamy Delights, the frozen yogurt shop that I'd recently spotted with a Help Wanted sign in the window. I'd been a little careless with the money I'd saved up before college started so working a few nights a week was going to be a necessity. The rising heat of the asphalt sends a pleasant shiver up my naked body. I'm fully nude, just like mom told me to do on job interviews. "Look professional, honey," she'd said, "don't give anyone a reason to think you're not a culture fit. People will read all sorts of stuff into your clothes, the one suit that's never cheap is your birthday suit!" Even though this was about as low-stakes of a position as it gets everything helps in a such tight job market.

Wearing a silver bracelet, some simple black leather heeled sandals and nothing else but my shoulder-length ponytail, I stalk through the parked cars and into the shop. Inside there's a young redheaded girl at the register, topless in a pleated skirt ringing up a quartet of what appear to be soccer moms in tight yogawear. I get behind them and listen to their friendly bickering about something... apparently the first three got the last of some topping and the fourth woman is giving them friendly grief about it. After all their transactions are complete I step forward and ask the redhead for an application.

"Oh, cool, just go back and tell Scott you want to apply. He's the owner." she says cheerfully, waving me behind her towards the back room as another customer approaches to be rung up. "Oh and tell him we're out of sauce again" she tosses over her shoulder at my back.

Feeling very awkward, I walk behind the counter and peek into the employees-only area. A tall, lean and muscular man wearing nothing but sneakers is moving big bags of what I guess to be froyo mix from a big box onto some shelves next to the froyo machines. I goggle for a second at his short but very thick cock hanging over impressively large balls, swaying as he moves. If this nude god was Scott, score one for motherly advice about proper attire. He was in damn good shape for a man that sells refined sugar all day, so score one for me as well, hopefully.

"Umm, are you Scott?"

The naked man turns from setting another bag on the shelf, "Sure am, who's asking?"

"I'm here about the help wanted sign? I'd like to apply..."

"Oh fantastic! Did you want to go ahead and fill out the application while you're here?"

"Sure"

"Great! Come into my office," he says, stepping towards another door in the back of the room.

"Oh, the girl out front says you're out of sauce?" I remember to add.

"Already?" he pauses, eyes searching before grabbing a plastic container from another rack. He gestures again at the office door, "Well, good timing at least."

The tiny back room is just a table against one wall being used as a desk, two office chairs and a filing cabinet. Scott ushers me to the chair closest to the desk and retrieves a form and a pen from the filing cabinet. Setting them down next to me on the desk, he wraps his hand around his cock and sits down in the other chair. Legs spread wide, he starts pumping his thick meat up to full hardness while looking over my exposed body. He seems particularly engaged by my fit stomach - which is a nice vindication of my hard work at the school's rec center. I try to focus on not making any glaring mistakes while filling out the application form while making sure that Scott has a nice view of my body to work with. He asks a few questions while we both work at our respective tasks.

"I can only offer about 20 hours a week, is that enough?"

"That's probably all I could handle with classes anyway." I answer, impressed that he can think about scheduling while being and staying aroused enough to leak as much precum as I can see being spread all over his member.

"And you're willing to work at least one weekend day a week?" A tiny droplet of precum actually flies from his flailing hand and lands on my thigh during this question.

"Yes, but days are better than evenings" I say sadly, thinking of the college parties and orgies I'd be missing.

It's hard to ignore Scott pounding away at himself like it was the first break he'd taken all day - and since he was hiring help, that was probably the case. Twisting my bottom half around to keep my pussy politely visible to his masturbatory gaze quickly has my lower back aching. When the first side of the form is complete I pick up a binder from the corner of the desk and swivel the chair to face Scott head on. Its hard cover makes a perfect writing surface when held against the arm of the office chair and I finish the paperwork that way, with legs cranked wide apart spreading my cunt fully open for viewing. Looking down past the paperwork on my leg, I could see my inner lips parted and a growing wet spot beneath me as my own juices flow onto the chair. I realize that I want this job for more than the money.

I complete the form and carefully set it on the desk before turning back, locking my eyes on Scott's modest five and a half inch length but completely immodest bratwurst thickness. My hand was aggressively rubbing my clit before I even considered if it was appropriate interview behavior. We spend a few minutes watching each other masturbate before Scott suddenly reaches out and grabs the container he brought back with us. It's a clear rectangular plastic tub like you'd see on a salad bar filled with olives. He stands up moves closer to me, pointing his cock straight at my mouth from a foot away and accelerating his hand into a blur. My own hand is going as fast as I can make it, my tongue playing with my lips as I anticipate the jizz about to rocket into my mouth from the gaping pisshole hovering right in front of me oozing rapidly thickening precum. Mouth watering fiercely in anticipation, I realize I probably should have eaten before coming in.

My head creeps closer and closer to the tantalizing, flexing prick in front of me, my jaw dropping open to take Scott's load as I sense him peaking. But just as he erupts, he whips the buffet tub around and he angles his prick down just enough to catch every last drop within it. Being denied cum from someone in a one-on-one situation is such an unprecedented perversion that my orgasm comes immediately. Watching his massive load quickly fill the container, I explode hard, feet up on the corners of the chair, hips bucking. My climax rises with the level of semen in the tub as Scott's sperm reaches nearly to the halfway mark before his spurting halts. As he finishes, I reach my own pinnacle and lose bladder control, squirting a small burst of pee over Scott's calves. I immediately go beet red, utterly mortified that I've just accidentally pissed on a prospective employer mid-application, but Scott just chuckles.

"You're really trying hard for the job aren't you? If you'd told me that you're a squirter I could have grabbed another container," he sighs, "...a shame to waste good product."

"That's not common for me, actually".

With a clear head, I realize that the "cum tease" I just experienced was Scott replenishing his stock of "sauce". I've been a bunch of times to very similar places in my home town. Like any modern froyo place, there's a buffet of self-serve toppings. In addition to the basic chocolate, candy, fruits, nuts and such, there's typically a premium menu of toppings like hot fudge and of course, hot jizz sauce and often other bodily fluids as well. Well I can't expect to eat free when I'm not even an employee yet, I think to myself.

"No worries. Would you like to help yourself to a bowl of yogurt while I look over your paperwork?" Scott asks, sitting down at the desk.

Nevermind, maybe I can eat for free after all. "Sure, thanks" I say, getting up.

"Would you mind taking this to Cait out front?" he adds as I move to the door, holding out the container full of his thick cum.

I pause before exiting the back room and inhale deeply through my nose over the warm container in my hands. The smell of fresh cum is intoxicating. There's so much they'd surely never know if I tasted it but I **** myself not to lift it to my lips for a mouthful. It feels like one of the hardest things I've ever done as I walk back into the front of the shop.

"Hey," says the cute redhead girl watching the register as I walk out, "I'm Cait, did Scott hire you yet?" I notice she has lovely freckles on her face, and even more alluringly, all over her small, pointy breasts.

I smile and shake my head, "Not yet" I reply, handing the tub to her.

"Don't worry, he totally will. Half the people that apply come in smelling like weed or worse. Plus you're really pretty - this is more cum than can I get from him" she giggles, sloshing the container of semen in my direction.

I blush, not knowing what to say to the compliment.

"Well I'm glad you're here, that group of middle aged women just cleaned us out of jizz sauce when you showed up. I thought the last one was going to go full Karen on me for running out, even though all her friends did double pumps."

Cait sets to work on the sauce on a counter behind the register, pulling out bag of powered mix and stirring it slowly into the still-warm mass of cum. I make up a small bowl of strawberry yogurt with some mochi and almonds. When I make it back down the topping lane to the register, Cait is pouring the completed jizz sauce into the reservoir of a heated hand pump unit, alongside the hot fudge and caramel sauce pumps. It still has the delicious pearlescent quality of sperm despite the adulterations of sugar, malt, and milk that probably make up the mix she added.

"The yogurt is on the house, but this sauce is for customers only - we run out fast enough as it is" she tells me with a knowing look.

Disappointed with the lack of hot semen, I console myself with a coating of hot fudge.

The shop is completely devoid of other customers at the moment so I grab the table closest to the counter while Cait puts away the sauce supplies.

"So how do you like it here?" I ask before taking a bite.

"Oh, it's awesome. Scott's a really great boss. Show up on time and don't give product away to your friends or anything and he's happy. Plus he has that body, right? His cock's great too, if you like them thick. The guys that work here are a bunch of nerds, but they're cool. There are a couple of girls besides me but we're never on the same shifts. The only downside is that all the cum goes to the customers." She pauses. "Well, except when customers want to fuck us. Only employee cum is allowed in the sauce, so we can keep any 'tips' we get" she says with wistful look, leaning on the counter and running a hand up her skirt, making obvious flicking motions hidden by the pleats.

I nod along while she rambles until some customers come in and she retreats to the register waiting with back straight and tits jutting proudly. She cares about being a good employee more than she lets on, I think. Shortly thereafter Scott pops out from the back room and jogs over to my table and sits, his ripped core flexing with the motion.

"Sorry for not offering to fuck today, but we're short staffed, as you know." he grins. "Your availability looks good and I was able to reach some of your references. Can you start Thursday at 3:30pm?"

Caught off guard, I manage to stutter out a "Y-yes?"

"Fantastic! We'll see you then. Wear comfortable shoes for yourself and, if you're interested, have an empty colon for me," he gives me a pure, enthusiastic smile, as he hops up from his seat, fat dick and giant balls swinging freely, a long dangling drop of leftover cum swinging loosely from his prickhead. Behind Scott, Cait mimes stretching her ass wide with both hands while crossing her eyes at me. I suppress a giggle.

"Al-alright," I stammer, standing up.

He sticks his hand out towards me. I reach for it.

"Welcome to the Creamy Delights team!"