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The Saturday Shop Girl

By: MrRusty2000



She came one Saturday morning and spoke to my wife (Pam). She was in the middle of her A-levels and needed some spending money to help run her car. Our shop is your typical corner store, cigarettes, papers and hundreds of loose sweets and chocolate bars to lift the spirits of any local house wife. My wife opens up and runs the shop in the mornings, whilst I do the afternoon and evening shift, before locking up at 8pm.

I hadn't spoken or seen her, but my wife liked her fresh face and enthusiasm, and so took her on for the all day Saturday shift. She was called Helen. At 18 she had all the innocence of Bambi, long straight brown hair and a neat waist. The thing that did strike you immediately was how her breasts seemed to have out grown her, and left you wondering if perhaps one day the rest of her body might catch up. Me well I'm just your average Joe, 38, married for 15 years to a pleasant woman whose only vices were her 9 inch rabbit and a penchant for being taken from behind outdoors.

We immediately liked Helen she was efficient and punctual. Helen had that sweet clean smell about her that a blind man would detect from across the street. She certainly brightened my days up. I would however, spend far too much time thinking about her, of what it would be like to undress her, to unclip that heavy bra and see those breasts bounce as their support was removed, and how big would her nipples go when teased by my tongue. I don't think she ever noticed me but I couldn't help following her with my eyes every time she passed by. 

She had started just after Easter and the weather was good enough to bring out the summer wear. Helen wasn't a prude at showing her figure, I'm sure her short skirts alone paid her wages in the extra customers we gained. After all I doubt that I was the only one noticing. In the shop Helen would have to stand on tippy toes to reach those higher shelves, lifting her skirt just above the crotch of her small panties. When she bent down onto all fours to put stock away under the counter, it was all I could do to resist the urge to kneel down behind her, pull those panties to one side and slip her the full length. As far as I could detect I couldn't see any evidence of any pubic hair despite spending hours of trying to see. Still it was entertaining to speculate as to whether she shaved her pussy or not.

It was a few weeks before I really noticed. She would disappear for 15 minutes at a time to the loo. Now if she had been 68 and not 18 I wouldn't have paid attention, but she had me drooling over her and I mentally stalked her all the time. 15 mins, at least twice a shift, and that was just in the afternoons. Did she have a problem that she couldn't talk about. I didn't mention anything to my wife but quietly took note. One afternoon when the shop had been slow I decided to go into the back store to restock the drinks. It had been hot and we'd been getting through quite a few. The bell would ring if anyone entered so I figured that I was safe for a while. Helen had disappeared for her regular appointment some 5 minutes earlier. She never asked, just slipped away when there was a lull. 

As I went past the toilet I could hear a guttural low moan. I kept walking but on my way back I had the idea something was going on so I took my shoes off on my return and got up close to the door. Something was going on all right. I'd seen my wife jilling off in front of me enough to recognise the sound of wet pussy lips being whacked off urgently. She was getting close she was going hard then stopping then going hard again in spasms. My cock took off instantly. There was no disguising him. God I suddenly needed to empty my balls, it had been 4 days since I last fucked Pam. That had been a hurried affair after the kids both went out to play and we had 30 minutes to fuck each others brains out on the bed. Now I just had to shoot off, preferably over Helen, but anywhere would do. I crept back to the storeroom, got my cock out and stood there beating off like a 15 yrs old into an old dust rag. It didn't take 60 seconds to unload as Helen had primed me pretty well. I mopped up best I could and went back just in time to catch Helen exiting the washroom. She guiltily glanced at me, her face flushed with her efforts, before dashing into the shop and tidying some shelves.

Now I'm an old hand at this game and made an excuse to get close to her. Yes I could smell her. I could smell her hot wet love hole. It must have leaked into her panties like a old tap with all her slapping and probing. Ummm that sweet smell. I was thinking that she would probably taste even better. Now the other thing that was common with Helen was that she never took off her little bear back pack.. All day it would be on her back like a teenage fashion accessory. A little bear whose arms hugged her and which followed her even into that washroom. After the days episode I waited and waited for the next. I didn't have to wait long , 2 hours later she was there again, and so was I. I couldn't go straight away as someone needed serving but after they left I snook down to the door. She was definitely one horny young girl. She must be doing this 3 or 4 times a day! 

I put my ear to the door and could hear her muttering what sounded like her telling an invisible partner 'to fuck her hard', 'fuck her deeper', 'fuck her asshole'. My cock was ready to go again but didn't want to miss anything. I had to risk it. I undid my flies and got him out. I gripped my 7 inches of throbbing cock and went for it. I stood leaning against the door while she orchestrated my orgasm with her dirty horny talk. I shot off quickly, thick white spunk going over the floor and up the wall. Hopefully she wouldn't notice unless her sense of smell is honed to semen. She was still in there getting closer and closer, her wetness making more and more sloppy noise. I stayed, figuring that she wouldn't come straight out after cumming, but would have to clean up some. She was there now, her orgasm erupting in her pussy, she gave a little squeak as she tried to hold her cry of ecstasy in. She panted hard and cursed. Then all went quiet until she got up. I ran off quickly and got back to my normal duties.

THE PLAN. I needed more. Wanking off on the other side of the door wasn't enough. I wanted Helen to join in. I devised a plan. The lock on the door was a simple slide bolt. I could stuff some paper in it so that it wouldn't insert fully when pushed and a gentle push from outside would force the door open. I tried it and it worked. Next I wanted evidence, my cell phone cam would do. I could have it filming out of a hole in my shirt top pocket as I entered the washroom leaving my hands free. Finally the timing. I would put a sign in the window saying gone to the bank for 10 mins, this was quite common and wouldn't alarm anyone finding the shop locked, then I could spring my trap. 

The tension nearly made me burst. It was about 2pm when she disappeared to the washroom. She had been wearing a thin yellow top and a gym slip skirt. I'd already been treated to a yellow G-string, which confirmed once and for all that she was fully shaved as I'd looked up as she was filling some top shelves stood on the step ladders. The string had fallen between her pussy lips and left nothing to be imagined. She went in and I ran to the door putting the sign up and locking it. I went back to the restroom door taking my position. She built up slowly, what was she doing? Then it struck me that she was reading. I could hear her turning over pages occasionally. Then her muttering started and her pace picked up. 

My cock was well ahead of her. He was ready the minute after she walked in and locked the door. She was close now, 'deeper', 'harder' she was demanding. Now or never I thought. My cock almost forced entry himself as he stuck out so far. Just as she was at her most frantic I pushed. OMG! a vision! A naked pink pussy spread so wide for me to see, and Helen forcing 4 fingers as far up her dripping cunt that only her thumb stopped her from fisting herself. There was pussy honey everywhere, over her thighs, hands and running down over her anus which was pulsating in expectation of an imminent orgasm. Her pussy was as smooth as a babies bottom, it wouldn't have taken much shaving at all. The pungent smell of hot cunt was everywhere. On the sink next to her was one of our porn magazines (Hard Anal) off the top shelf, opened on an illustrated story page where a middle aged librarian getting her ass filled by a young stud. I'd never thought about how those mags might be affect her. They were in sealed bags but she had obviously stolen at least one of them and kept it in her backpack.

After staring at her hand deep in her open pussy it was her face that I turned to next. The horror and embarrassment in it. She shut her thighs and pulled out her hand and started to apologies whilst getting up. I put my hand on her shoulder and stopped her from rising. I took control of the situation quickly.

'What's that matter Helen, you don't have to stop.'

'Sorry Mr Welsh it won't happen again.'

'Don't be in such a hurry Helen. What's this, a stolen magazine, Hard Anal, is that what you're into Helen?'

'Oh please don't tell on me Mr Welsh.'

'I have it on cam too Helen, your sweet dripping pussy and you masturbating on the loo to a porn mag?'. I said as I flash her the hidden phone cam in my pocket.

She started crying and pleading 'It's OK Helen we can easily sort this out...even enjoy sorting it out.'

'What do you mean Mr Welsh...what are you saying?'

'Well I don't really want to put this footage of you online. I'd rather keep it for my private viewing. But it hasn't got the ending I wanted.'

'What ending are you talking of Mr Welsh?' said Helen as she wiped her eyes with her very wet fingers.

'You are going to finish what you started in here while I watch and film you. Then you are going to empty out all the sperm in my heavy balls. Are you happy with that ending?'

Helen realised she had no way out. The only way was to go with the flow. She leant back again and parted her legs. She gave a little smile as she relaxed, and she using one hand to open her lips while she started to tease her clit with the other. Gently rubbing her nub till she shut her eyes and pushed 4 fingers up again with a wet squelch of her juices. I knelt down if front of her and checked my cam. She opened her eyes and turned a page of the mag. 'This picture I like cos you can see him stretching her old anus with his over sized cock and the woman is wincing when he goes too deep for her.', she told me as she pumped her wet cunt, and beat her inflamed clit. She flicked to another page and now the librarian has cum running out of her gaping anus and running down her thighs onto her desktop, she has a smug look on her face.

I undid my flies and start to stroke slowly, not too soon, this had to last, there is only one first time. She sped up getting more frantic. She started to talk to me as her horny partner, 'my fucking tight hole wants you Mr', 'My hand would go up better with your hot cum in my cunt', 'you want my ass don't you...you want my tight virgin anus'. She was right everything in me want to fuck all her holes. But her ass, well it was perfection itself. She was cumming she tensed and froze as the first wave was about to take her. It was then that I touched her, I couldn't stop myself, her anus was dripping with lube running down from her pussy and it was pulsing too. As she started to cum I pushed first one finger then forced two fingers into her exposed anus. She didn't have to hold back she could scream in delight. 

'Fuck my ass bastard, don't stop, deeper, stretch it'. She was lost in her orgasm for a minute whilst I finger fucked her asshole and she slowly stopped pumping her pussy....her juices covering my hand and both hers. I'd managed to give my cock a bit of a workout but I concentrated on Helen.

'Ummm that was so good Mr Welsh...thank you for visiting me. Now your turn..your poor full balls must be sore now.....shall I help you Mr Welsh.....Don't worry I've emptied a few of them before a school, but none as big and thick.'

I stood up and she leant forward taking my cock in one hand and my balls in her other...she squeezed a little and milked some precum out of the tip. She flicked her tongue across it tasting its sweetness. 'Yum Mr Welsh I'm going to enjoy yours. Will there be a lot?' 

'There sure will be but you're going to take the lot in your throat Helen aren't you?'. She let go and pulled her top off to give me the first full view of her tits. God they were worth waiting for. 'I don't want to get any drops of cum on my top Mr Welsh, just in case. Mum will notice, I don't swallow quick enough.' With that she pulled back on my foreskin talking the purple end fully in her mouth. She pumped and pumped, gagging at times but never loosing enthusiasm or rhythm. When he came, true to her word, she left my cock at the back of her throat and as each spasm brought forth a stream of cum she swallowed it as fast as she could. What she missed dipped down her chin and over her breasts and nipples. She pulled my head down and made me suck her creamed nipples.

'Well Mr Welsh what do we do next?' she asked as she closed her legs and put her top back on. Wiping her lips with a tissue to remove all evidence. 'By the way did you enjoy ogling my pussy up the ladders as much as I did showing you?'

She neatly tucked my spent cock into my trousers and zipped him up. She found her yellow g-string and put them on taking time to wash her hands.

'Well Mr Welsh I hope me meet again. Hopefully in another couple of hours.'

'Well I'll be only too happy to come and help out.'

The Saturday Shop Girl Ch. 02



My wife Pam and I run a paper shop dealing mainly in cigarettes and magazines. Life was pretty ordinary until my wife employed a local college student to help out with our long Saturday shift. Helen was as fresh as a kitten with a figure men dream of. I certainly had a few dreams anyway. Helen and I had worked together really well until I'd had to deal with her for masturbating in the washroom over a stolen porn magazine the previous weekend.

Helen didn't mention what had happened on the previous shift all afternoon. Only she made more of an effort to find jobs requiring her to bend over or climb the ladders. On these occasions she'd also gone to the trouble of pulling her panties tight between her pussy lips leaving me in no doubt that she wanted me to desire every drop of juice in her.

At 4 o'clock she said she was going to freshen up but not to follow, she said that 'a girl has to prepare for every eventuality'. She was back shortly after still with that bag on her back. But since I'd caught her in the washroom she'd not bothered to put her bra back on. Her nipples had been erect ever since, making it difficult to move my eyes off her.

A little later when no one was around she took the bag off and pulled out the offending magazine, 'Hard Anal' again. Leafing through the pages she asked whether I'd done any of those things with my wife. The one she pointed to was the severe librarian with the gaping creamed anus. I said that we had gone through a phase of fucking my wife ass for a few months but that she (Pam my wife) had got bored of it and then never asked for it after that. Pam's anus wasn't half as tight as hers though. That was ages ago, before the kids were born. 

'Did Pam cum when you fucked her ass Mr Welsh' Helen liked using the Mr thing. She knew that I didn't mind people calling me Peter but she liked the point of difference for some reason. 

'Yes Helen she did cum, she liked it from behind on all fours, presenting me her ass in the air to be fucked. She could then reach underneath and rub her pussy till she orgasmed as well.'

Helen seemed satisfied that this was probably the truth as she guessed that that's what she may do too. She closed the book slipping it back into her bag and said that she definitely needed the rest room now and perhaps the shop door might need locking.

She went inside leaving the door open this time. She slipped her panties off and put them swinging on the door handle. When I look inside she was peering through the pages of the mag and sliding just a single finger down her slit spreading her juices as they started to flow. 

After locking up I went back and stood in the doorway watching her. 'Why did you choose that mag Helen, what is it that gets you so horny when you read it?'

'I've always wanted to have my ass fucked Mr Welsh, once when I was at junior school I went round to my friends house to play. When I went round to the back door I noticed through the window, her mum being ass fucked over her settee by a big black bin man. They were in a backroom lounge and he had her over the arm of the chair gripping her hips and thrusting his stiffness into her pooh hole. She was pleading for him to go deeper, that he was a dirty bastard for fucking her arse.'

'It was all the things she wasn't like normally. She was always polite and posh. Not a thing out of place in the house. I never heard her say rude things. They didn't see me and I left when he'd cum and wiped his cock on her panties.'

'That why it excites me, if it did that for her, then it must be so much more exciting than normal sex.'

"Will you fuck my ass Mr Welsh?' Well what's a man to do!

I went over and knelt before her. She put a foot on the sink and the other over the towel rail opposite. With her legs spread she could display her perfect pussy parting her lips for me to inspect closely. Clear hot juice was already dribbling out and down across her anus. I placed my face between her thighs until my nose entered the source of her leakage. She was hot and ready. She gasped as I took that first inhalation of her pussy scent, then probed her lips with the tip of my tongue. She pushed forward trying to speed up my entry into her. As her hip raised to meet me I let my tongue slip out of her juice hole and follow the sweet trail to her anus. God she was tight. I had to force it open. Pushing hard to gain entry. Once open I could get my tongue in just about an inch. She writhed and squirmed loving me violating her more secret place. All the while rubbing her clitoris and reading her book. Her tight ass needed stretching more if I was ever going to get me cock into it. I started to work a finger in, she didn't object. Two fingers was harder but she moaned softly as I got them in, twisting as I pushed deeper past her sphincter. 

'Fuck me please.' she requested. Her eyes were shut now as she concentrated on pumping her fingers up her soaking hole. She had placed a bottle of oil on the sink next to me which I spread over my cock. I held her leg and pressed my manhood up against her pink pulsing anus which she was offering me and pushed. Her eye opened as large as plates. 

'OMG' she shouted. 'Don't stop. Oh fuck?'

I was in 3 inches and her anus gripped me tight but I was desperate to fuck her ass, so I thrust harder and got her full attention as I rocked in and out. Five inches now she was taking and by her expression she was loving it. Her fingers picked up the pace on her clit as she was getting so close. My seed couldn't wait either. Her ass was milking my cock so hard that it seemed to be demanding that I filled it with cum. I pulled out all the way just to see how she looked with her ass gapping for me. I plunged in for the last effort, going hard and fast she started to curse and thrash around..

'Yes now, fuck I'm cumming. Deeper.' 

With that she froze, her sphincter throbbing on my cock. I held him in deep, my cream injected deep in her bowel. I left him there till she got the last drop. Slipping him out the jism ran into the pan before her gaping hole could regain its seal and stop the loss. 

She stood up and sighed. My cock hung sad and spent.

'Umm thank you Mr Welsh, Just what I needed! I'm glad Mrs Welsh can spare your services.'

She turned round and bent over putting on her panties. I could see her anus glistening with my cum and knew I'd want it again very shortly. She smoothed down her clothes, put her oil and magazine into her bag, and skipped lightly off into the shop like nothing had happened, and that sugar wouldn't melt in her mouth.

5 o'clock was the end of her day and she was about to go when she invited me into the storeroom for a 'treat'.

'Mr Welsh I hope you will be feeling fit next weekend, and as you've been so good to me and pleasured my bottom I thought I'd give you a treat to think about till next time.'

With that she sat me on a chair next to an old table in there and straddled my lap. She lifted up the front of her top and placed my face between her firm huge breasts. I breathed the sweetness of her skin.

'I thought that you'd might like to suck them a little Mr Welsh.'

I reached round, slipping my hands under the legs of her panties and pulled her ass cheeks wide whilst searching for her asshole, at the same time I made the most by sucking her pert glorious nipples. I was in ecstasy. God for 18 this girl had some skills. 

'Now that's enough Mr Welsh, hope you save enough for me next week.' she said as she rose and left me with my mouth still going like a goldfish out of water. With that she was gone. I knew this next week would drag on liked a month and each time I fucked Pam I'd have Helen's face, body and pussy in my mind.

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The following week when I arrived at the shop Helen was already out on her lunch break and my Pam was busy serving customers. As expected the week had dragged on and on, and as it did my balls had ached more and more. I hadn't jacked off, or fucked, in 5 days with the thought that I'd rather save it all for depositing in Helen.

'Hi Pam, where's the help?'

'She's off with a new boyfriend for lunch. He picked her up 10 mins ago in his car said he'd got a picnic for her. Sounds romantic.'

I was a little crestfallen but tried my best to hide it. This could change things big time, not at all what I wanted. My wife was looking bright and sweet, I'd not noticed her like this for a long while as she gave me a quick kiss before leaving for home.

I served and I listened for Helen's return. We have a security camera system covering various parts of the property and I could see the rear yard occasionally on it as it cycled through the cameras. A large blue Ford pulled into the yard and the yard cam could pick out the lower halves of two people sitting in the front seats but not their faces. The cam was high up and was peering down through the front windscreen. It was Helen back early from her hour break. I fixed the camera cycle so that it stayed on the rear yard. They were chatting and didn't get out. After some minutes I could see him lean across and I guess they were kissing. His right hand slid up between her thighs and started mining for honey. She accommodated him by spreading her legs and pulling her panties to one side for him. He obviously took this as the starting gun and quickly moved across undoing his trousers and pulling them down over his ass. I watched as jealously raged through me as this young buck soiled me pink pristine pussy. His ass pounded her unmercifully for a matter of 30 seconds before he stopped, then slowly slunk back into the drivers seat.

I did have to wait long. There was some shoving by Helen then she jumped out of the car, slamming the door and ran into the building. I quickly reverted the cameras to random and pretended to be reading as she stormed in. Her eyes were wet and red.

'What's wrong Helen, what's the matter?'

'That stupid boyfriend Sam, he's rubbish!' she said bursting into tears.

'Now now Helen come into the storeroom and let's sort you out. You can't be this upset and work.'

In the back store I sat her on the old sofa and put an arm around her. 

'What's the matter Helen?' She was wearing a short blue skirt that exposed her smooth pale thighs . Whilst I spoke I was searching the evidence of what I'd just witnessed. I detected the distinct scent of her juices blended with what must have been a huge cum dump. She had closed her thighs tight as she sat down but I had already noticed the trail of semen that had run down the inside of them. She had been in such a hurry that she had been unable to stop it coming out as she'd ran inside. 

'That stupid Sam. He's such a bragger. He thinks he's so good. He just wanted me as a fuck and now he's had me he doesn't want to see me again.' 'Not that he's even a good fuck! 10 seconds and he's done.'

I kissed her forehead and patted her thighs. 'Now don't take on like that, I know how neat you are, he's just a fool.'

With that she turned and kissed me on the lips. She pressed her tongue into my mouth and through her arms round me. This was new, this was hot! Until now we'd actually never kissed, but for a good minute she probed and explored my mouth with all the urgency of a returning pirate.

'You're a much better fucker than him any day.' Helen informed me. 'Do you want to fuck me right now?

She threw herself back on the sofa and opened her legs. She held her arms out. Looking between legs I could see that her panties had a large dark wet patch in them. I pulled them down as she raised her ass and threw them to one side. Her pussy was red and well used. Her inner lips were purple and covered in his white mess. A mess, but a mess that got my cock so desperate to replace it. I slipped my pants down and saddled her. Her cunt was so welcoming, already being lubed with his cream, that my cock slid into her tight hole easily. I pulled her top over her head so that I could make hay with her firm young teats. We fucked hard, her mouth locked with mine as I fought back my urge to immediately cum in her pussy too. My balls were covered in him cum as they banged against her ass. She broke off and started talking in my ear.

'Fuck you're good Fill me, empty those big balls in me. Fuck my ass next. Fuck my little asshole!'

As she was getting closer she squealed and bucked. Reaching round to finger my ass. She pushed one in deep just as she was in her climax, it was too much. I let it go. My 5 days worth erupted up her pussy. It took a good 20 seconds of spurting before the last of it was sent to the top of her vagina. She waited pushing her finger in my ass until she felt the last quiver of my orgasm pump into her.

'Ummm yum' she said. 'You'll need him cleaning won't you?' With that she pushed me off her, my cock releasing the flood gates, and got hold of my wilted member covered in two men's loads and put him into her mouth. She ate him clean wrapping her tongue over my cock ridge making sure nothing was left. All the time I looked down and had a full view of her pussy and could my cream leaking out onto the sofa leaving the largest wet stain. Mental note to turn the cushions.

'Well you have cheered me up Mr Welsh' as she withdrew him from her lips and left him to hang. 

'Thank you Helen. That was rather unexpected.' 

'I haven't forgotten my promise Mr Welsh.'

'What's that Helen?'

'My ass later. I have been dreaming of you in it all week.'

'OMG Helen give me five before I go again my names not Sam!'

She giggled and went looking for her clothes. I watched her naked body as she dressed and was almost ready for her again. God she was beautiful and she was right, what an idiot her that Sam was to pass her off. To clarify, I