Behind the counter? Deal!
From Create Your Own Story
It's not great but if you do this you've got a paying job! You agree and get behind the counter, looking around before getting on your knees below his little metal stool. He works his cock out of his discount black jeans, and not a bad one for a nasty little cashier. You rub it in your hand gingerly, kneading the tip with your thumb as it gets firmer. Once he's stiff enough you stick it in your mouth and pop it a little to get it harder. He tastes pretty bad, like old sweat, but soon your going to work on him. The floor is sticky and littered with old food wrappers, and you try to keep the sound down as to not alert anyone in the store. You dip up and down, feeling his little smooth head work around your mouth, lips sliding over his slick shaft. You try to swat his hands away as he sticks them in your hair but give up eventually, letting him grab your short straight black hair. The jerk doesn't warn you when he cums and shoots a bit of his load in your mouth, making you jerk back making him cum the remaining bit on your nose and cheek. You swear under your breath, spitting his cum out into a wasebasket, lips shiny with jizz. He looks down grinning like an idiot with a flush face.
"Now that's the face of a new employee if I ever saw one..." he says as you glare at him. You try to wipe the rest of the cum off with your sleeve but the stickyness remains. "Show up at two tomorrow or you don't have a job."
