Milk Coach

I am Krull. Please, do not hesitate to add comments or let me know what you do or don't like, for I am a benevolent ruler. This is my kingdom, but you are all welcome to join me.

Juan sighed heavily as he went from mundane task to mundane task at his neighborhood grocery store. Stocking shelves and ringing up customers was a part-time job, but it drained his life every second he spent there. The teenager had come to know every aisle well in the few months he had worked there during early mornings and late nights. The only thing that seemed to break the monotony was the few conversations he had with his far older coworkers, and the condescending voice of his general manager. To the people around him though, even the customers, Juan was very quiet and unsure of himself. Juan knew this was a problem, and had hoped to break this ailment with his job, but it only seemed to have made this worse. He needed something to give him purpose.

"I need a passion, a hobby..." Juan mumbled to himself as he stocked the new batches of delivered bread to the shelves.

"Juan? I need you to take off that jacket." Juan turned and saw his general manager. The tall and scrawny man leered over him, tapping his foot. The manger pointed at Juan's black jacket.

"But it's cold." Juan replied meekly, continuing to stock the shelf. There was nothing in the employee manual prohibiting solid colored jackets to be worn with the store uniform.

Juan's general manger put his hands on his hip, and quipped back in a condescending smile."Then work harder."

Juan took his jacket off setting it off to the side, as his general manger walked off. Juan clenched his fist. He had let that man completely walk all over him. Juan pushed his anger down and squatted down to continue stocking the lower shelves. Suddenly, a large shadow loomed over him and a sweet smell struck his nose.

"You didn't deserve that kind of tone. What a donkey dick."

Juan turned upwards to see where the voice was coming from. The first thing Just saw was muddy black combat boots, covered by torn blue jeans. The open parts exposing long white tanned legs. As he gazed upwards he noticed some that some of the tan thigh flesh was bulging out of the holes, barely containing wide and thick hips. He noticed a skull belly button piercing at the foreground of a muscular stomach. And then Juan stopped and fell back slightly to the floor. Two gigantic orbs of tit flesh had stretched the fabric of the t-shirt thin, enough that the breasts had pulled the fabric tight over the woman's stomach and jutted outwards obscenely. Juan swore he could make out the faint outlines of nipples. Juan could make out a tree camo jacket encasing the chest, but remained fixated on the enormous breasts. He couldn't even see the owner's face from his position. Juan heard a laugh from above the tit flesh. "You stare any longer darlin', and I'll have to charge you!"

Snapping from his lust fueled haze, Juan stood and gazed up at crystal blue eyes, beaming up from a freckled tan face, under strawberry blonde hair tucked under a worn out cap.

The tall woman smiled and extended a hand. "The name is Amber. You're Juan, right?"