This happened exactly one week after my work practice in the store. Even at lunch, Lucy came up to me when there was no one around, and directly said:

- Stay in the evening with me - write out the award.

Money was needed, and I, without hesitation, nodded. Lucy smiled encouragingly at me.

- Well done, trainee, you will not regret. Come to my office immediately after closing. - And added, - How do you work out, and this will be a bonus, do you guess?

I was savvy. I wanted the prize to be bigger. And besides, it was impossible to say that the director of the store, Lucien Fedorovna, whom everyone called simply Lucy, in spite of her fifty-something, made a very repulsive impression. For herself, she watched perfectly, always fragrant with a good expensive perfume. In a figure that was plunged, of course, to such years, it was easy to guess the former slenderness and lightness, and the elasticity of the immense bust, with which she kept pressed to me, Lucy could easily give a hundred points of handicap to another thirty-year-old they become flat and sadly hanging down like the ears of a Cocker Spaniel. Of course, white and yellow, bleached a hundred times, and therefore some unnatural hair and an abundance of gold teeth in the then commercial style of gold teeth in her mouth diminished her remnants of the old charm, but in general, as an object of amour effort, Lucy was still very much nothing. Now I know that there are worse options on the path of life! And to me, then twenty, by and large it didn’t give a damn where, if only to stick. By that time I hadn’t been fucking for probably three weeks already, dreams were nightmarish, in the morning the pants were wet and sticky from polluted sperm, and during the day at work, among the saleswomen, accountants and other shop women, I just wanted to jerk off.

Moreover, these women, in fact, almost all would, on occasion, be completely off. The most that frank and dirty blasphemy flourished in store back rooms and locker rooms, and not only tete-a-tete, but in the form of group sex. The latter was explained by the fact that the males were exclusively movers before my arrival at the practice shop. There were five of them, but all of them, except for one, had long preferred the banal booze to carnal pleasures, and would have exchanged for anyone with a daily bottle of vodka, even though Brigitte Bardo herself. And only one of them, still not old Tatar named Hamiz, was still quite combat-worthy. So much so that, as they said, served in different combinations almost the entire store female. Tradition, like, was instituted such. On the payday, the saleswomen are usually five to six people, after work they laid a table in the back, called Khamiz, fed him, fed him, after which he processed each in turn on a large black sofa, allegedly specifically for this purchased by a team of saleswomen. And it seems that even after this, the women dumped Hamizu for this case by gold pieces. Whether everything was really so, during the time of my short practice in the store, I never learned, but I can say for sure that the sofa stood in the back room, and it was somehow strangely pressed in one place where, logically, in the case of copulation traditional pose should be male knees and babskaya, respectively, ass. And Nyura, the storekeeper, somehow, almost at my time, Hamiz filled me up for lunch right in her warehouse. I just walked along the dark back corridor, and looked into the loosely closed door, attracted by Nyura’s quiet but distinct and fierce whisper: “Well, Hamizka, fuck your mother, if you drop me again, I will kill you on the dick!” I carefully looked in and saw that Khamizka, without taking off his branded cargo jacket, was already cutting Nyura right on sacks of sugar, against which his naked ass and Nyura's thick thighs stretched to the sides were white in the warehouse twilight. I did not wait for the loader to lower to the storekeeper or not, and slowly retreated, feeling after this scene a strong pressure in my pants and thinking that now, without disgust, Khamiz was in place. Of course, it seems that in the part of the female Hamiz was a notable hunter.They even gossiped that from time to time he separately used chief accountant Claudia Semyonovna and even Lucien Fyodorovna herself in their separate offices. But it was said in a whisper, the saleswomen knew that for such conversations were not long and to fly out of the store. I do not know, again - so it is or not. Especially doubtful it looked in relation to Claudia Semyonovna, who was soon retired, and she did not look like a lascivious Messalina, which could not be said of Lucien Fyodorovna. On Lucy’s face, the seal of chastity was clearly completely absent, and in fact I was not completely surprised that, after looking at me, she had poured out her desire on me.

The shop closed at eight. At eight o'clock five I cautiously knocked on the office door with the formidable sign "Director".

“Come on, why are you pissing,” came Lucy's unfamiliar-cooing voice from behind the door. I pushed the door.

- Do you want in French? - Lucia cooed in my ear.

- This is in the sense of a blowjob, or something, - began to play along with her a bit, depicting a good boy, me.

- This is in the sense of a dick in your mouth, - Lucy burst out laughing.

My cheeks lit up, and not just from drunk. Still, none of my few sexual partners called things by their own names. And Luce obviously liked to shock me, she, amused herself, started talking to me like a child:

- Oh, how shy we are, how we turned red! How we love these shy boys! Now we have these boys take a dick in her mouth!

With these words, she knelt in front of me, strongly spread my legs, placing her huge bust between them, and deftly, despite the manicure, unzipped my belt and pants trousers. My half-full member fell out. Lucy took him with two fingers with long red nails under the base of the head, smacked her painted lips directly into the forked tip and, saying: “You can pull it down, I spit,” suddenly swallowed it almost completely. Blowjob, of course, she was no. Probably, believing herself and so madly advanced in the newfangled sexy stuff, dryuchkah, she just kept it in her mouth. True, I kept it deep, so that I obviously rested with the end somewhere far away to her, maybe just the same as the tonsils, but she didn’t do anything at the same time! Easy to say - come on! It is good that our aspirations in this matter coincided. I had to help myself a little hand, pulling and releasing the skin on the penis. Lucy, apparently, having understood something, also began to twitch her head back and forth, and I didn’t need much. After half a minute I started to cum. After a long abstinence of sperm, apparently, there was a huge amount; Lucy started to pick her up in her mouth, but she felt that she couldn’t cope with such pressure and wanted to leave, but then, in a fit of passion, I grabbed her hair and pulled her to me, with powerful jolts literally shoving my erupting member back into her mouth. Lucy's eyes widened, her mouth was full for a long time, and her sperm was all flowing and pouring, and she had to go somewhere. I firmly held Lucy by the hair, and she tried in one gulp, like a large stack of vodka, to swallow all the sperm, but could not. She choked, coughed, sperm splashed from her lips and, mixed with lipstick, flowed in pink trickles on her chin. Lyusya mumbled something unintelligible, strongly put her hands on my knees, but I still did not let go of her hair, being on the other side, and then the sperm gushed from her nose. There were veins on her forehead, it seemed that she had nothing to breathe - she simply choked. Then I came to my senses and let her go. Lyusya coughing, spitting, jumped to her feet, gasping for air with her mouth wide open, then bent in half, and she vomited long on the carpet with cum in half with champagne, and I finished my arms for a few more seconds.

Then Lucy coughed for a long time, sneezed and blew her nose, good ...