Erin and Alicia’s Pharmacy Face Fuck – Part I

In the old days, a pharmacy usually was a one or two-person operation. You
had your pharmacist and MAYBE an assistant at a small corner location; and all
they sold was… well… drugs. But the pharmacist knew everyone, and you always
received personalized service. Nowadays, you have huge ‘drug marts’ that sell
everything from food and clothes to movies and, sometimes, furniture items. And
no one knows you at all. Luckily, at a couple of those big drug marts near where
I live, two pretty teen cashiers, named Erin and Alicia, have definitely added
their own personalized touch, at least for the men; and when you go in for a
refill, it’s these two girls who take their medicine by mouth.
It apparently all started with Erin and an old widower named Mr. Martini, who
everyone knew because of all his ailments and his frequent visits to the mart.
Mr. Martini had been overwhelmingly depressed since his wife had died, about a
year before, and people were really starting to feel sorry for the old guy.
Sometimes, things just have a way of working out. For example, it just so
happened that a couple of the cashiers had just been talking about old Mr.
Martini, and Erin had overheard. And it just so happened that Mr. Martini just
happened to stop by the store to pick up something, AND that Erin’s cash line
was empty, AND that Erin was just minutes from her break.
Now, you have to picture Erin. Eighteen years old, with long light brown hair in
a ponytail and a very, very sweet face; slim but with a very nice little ass
that made the black dress pants of her uniform look VERY nice. Added to this was
that she was a bit naïve, and though very well-intentioned, might ask questions
that most more mature adults might leave well-enough alone. And so she asked sad
Mr. Martini: “Do you still miss your wife?”
He looked at her a bit stunned, but then nodded and pulled out his wallet to
show her a picture.
“She’s beautiful!” Erin exclaimed, amazed at the picture.
And she was, because Mr. Martini had married late, and married a women 25 years
his junior, and she still was only 49 when she died of cancer, and still very,
very much in shape.
Mr. Martini nodded. His wife had been beautiful.
“And she gave the best head ever,” he smiled, wanly.
“Mr. Martini!” Erin giggled nervously. But the she recovered. “I’ll bet you miss
THAT a lot.”
He nodded. And then, because she had such a huge heart, Erin quietly said
something that Mr. Martini certainly didn’t expect: “Why don’t you go back and
wait near the break room in the back right of the store, and wait for me. My
break is coming in less than five minutes?”
Mr. Martini stared at her in disbelief for a few seconds; but when Erin
inconspicuously pointed towards the back right of the store, he nodded and went
that way, clutching his bag of purchases with him. Erin smiled over at the
cashier in the next aisle.
“He forgot something,” the teen explained.
Five minutes later, Erin and old Mr. Martini, 75 years old if a day, quietly
slipped into the break room for five minutes or so.
Two days later, Mr. Martini was back, and Erin again met him at the break room,
this time BEFORE making a purchase but after quietly whispering to her in
passing, waiting for 45 minutes until her break came up.
And three days after that, Mr. Martini showed up with an old friend from the
senior’s home, Mr. Milkins, who apparently was impotent, but wondered if maybe a
pretty young girl might be what he needed to get hard again.
No one saw Erin and her friends enter or leave the break room; but it didn’t
matter; because no one had ever told Erin about the secret cameras that had been
installed in the room about 6 months earlier when one now-departed employee had
started stealing things from there. These cameras were programmed to go on when
they detected motion, and so they silently clicked on and off every time anyone
entered the room. And so, on Saturday night, when the night shift manager, as
one of his regular responsibilities, started glancing through the week’s
coverage, he saw everything.
Of course, at the end of his shift, he rushed home to copy everything of
interest onto his own computer. But then, at roughly 10:00 a.m., he was back in
the manager’s office showing his boss what he’d found. Erin was surprised, but
not all that concerned when she was called back to see the boss, because he
usually checked in with new employees to see how they were doing. She WAS
surprised to see Martin (the night shift manager) there. And she was a bit
alarmed when she was told to sit and watch something. For over 15 minutes, they
made her sit there to watch herself, caught on film, kneeling to give old Mr.
Martini a blowjob on the Monday, and then on the Wednesday; and then blowjobs to
both Mr. Milkins and Mr. Martini on the Saturday. She was sure that she was
going to be fired.
But what Tom (her boss) said instead was “why are you giving blowjobs to old men
in the break room, Erin?”
She swallowed hard, but then explained how she’d felt so sorry for Mr. Martini
and then his friend.
“Did they pay you?”
She shook her head immediately, and they could tell by how quickly and firmly
she did, and by her eyes, that she was telling the truth.
“You just did it to be nice?”
She nodded.
“Hmmm,” Tom said. “Well… I saw Mr. Martini down at Cherry Hill mall yesterday,
and he looked happier than I’ve ever seen him.”
Erin smiled weakly.
Tom continued: “We need to do two things, Erin.”
She nodded. She’d do anything to keep her job.
“First, I need to speak with Mr. Martini, alone, to make sure you aren’t
prostituting yourself in our store, offering blowjobs for money. THAT is
something that store policy just can’t tolerate.”
She nodded.
“And second, Mark and I both need to make sure that what you are offering our
customers is of a sufficiently high standard for us to allow.”
She stared at him, not comprehending until the two men stood up and, in unison,
undid their zippers. THEN she understood, and smiled with relief.
“Of course,” she said, sinking quickly to her knees. And when Martin pulled out
his little digital camera from his pocket, she dutifully posed for pictures with
her boss’ cock in her mouth.
Later that day, Mr. Martini showed up and Erin brought him back to see the
manager, while waiting outside the manager’s door. Then she was called in, and
Tom confirmed that Mr. Martini had verified Erin’s story.
“But I think you need to thank Mr. Martini for speaking on your behalf, Erin,”
Tom added, “and me for listening.”
And at this point, just like earlier that day, the two men stood up and pulled
out their cocks. Erin again knew exactly what to do, dropping to her knees
immediately between them. Taking Mr. Martini into her mouth first, she used her
hand on Tom.
“Do you have other friends at the senior home who you think Erin might be able
to help?” Tom asked the old man, as Erin sucked him.
The old man smiled and nodded. “The whole place is filled with old men who
haven’t had anything for years.”
“Tell them that Erin will be working, 10 to 6, Monday through Saturday, and that
the break room will be reserved for her and her customers.” He peered down at
Erin, whose mouth now was on him. “They won’t mind that everything is on
videotape, will they?”
“Hell no!” Mr. M. replied. “Old farts like us would want everyone to know we’re
still being sucked by a pretty young lady like Erin.” And then he laughed.
“I’m sure Erin won’t mind if we make the videos available over the internet,
will you Erin?”
And what could Erin do but mumble through her mouthful of cock and dutifully
shake her head?
By the time I found out about Erin, she’d been at it for about 5 months and had
become a well-known fixture at the drug mart, providing free service – ‘oral
massage’ they called it – to all male seniors (65 and up) as part of the store’s
new ‘senior community outreach’ program. A sign at the front entrance announced
both store hours and the hours when Erin was on duty. And the solitary small
secret camera in the break-room had been replaced by 6 high-definition cameras,
to capture Erin in high definition from every angle and distance. All she had to
do was kneel at a strategically-placed ‘X’ on the floor, and she was in the
perfect spot. Business at the store was booming so much that Tom had hired an
additional girl to manage cash registers, for when Erin was called away. Within
days of her hiring, Tara essentially was working the cash register full-time.
In fact, the increased business at this store had prompted competition from
another store, where another pretty brunette, named Alicia, was now available
from noon to 8, Monday through Saturday; the offsetting hours there to allow an
even greater range of men access to this wonderful free service. Within a few
months, the other store took Alicia out of the break-room into a larger,
glassed-in room closer to the front of the store, where other customers could
enjoy watching her work. Predictably and not to be outdone, Erin’s drug mart
quickly constructed a large glassed in area right at the huge front window, so
even passers-by outside could watch Erin. The six cameras still were there, but
Erin now found herself posing for cameras pointed at her from outside the store.
I heard about all this, and decided to visit both girls, first Erin, and then
Alicia. My blonde girlfriend, JoAnne, decided to tag along, having already
sucked well over 40,000 cocks in the 18 years since she’d first come of age. And
with her we brought a new recruit of ours, a pretty brunette named Katelyn,
whose talented mouth had literally single-mouthedly saved a grocery store in a
part of town called “The Village’, and whose soft round ass was among the nicest
EVER fitted into the black pants of a grocery cashier’s uniform.
(Today, incidentally, Katelyn was wearing a tight, tight pair of dark navy,
5-pocket designer stretch jeans to go with a light pink top and black 2-inch
platform heels; and Jo was wearing one of her patented and now famous panty
suits – a cream-coloured short sleeve half sweater that reached down to just
above her belly button, baby-blue satin bikini panties; and cream-coloured, 2½
inch spike heels.
JoAnne, Katelyn and I all laughed when we first saw Erin. She was on her knees
at work in the front window, servicing some old guy. But what was so funny was
the programmable electric sign against the inside window that proudly announced…
“Over 1100 served.” Clearly, Erin was well on her way. Katelyn waved at her, and
Erin clearly saw this, her eyes looking right at her. When I pulled out my
camera, she paused and looked right at it, holding about 3 or 4 inches of the
old guy’s cock in her mouth. I took a few shots and then altered my angle a
little bit to capture her sweet little ass. She still was in uniform, wearing
the same style of black dress pants as all the other girls working there, as
well as the light grey and black company top with orange trim, and a comfortable
pair of black platform shoes. Her ass looked great in those pants, as I’d been
told, and as I’d seen on her now famous website. But seeing it up close was
special. She must have sensed what I was doing, because she lunged forward to
thrust the geezer’s cock down her throat, while turning her head and eyes back
towards my camera and angling her cute little bum my way as well… and then just
held that pose. I took several very flattering pictures of her and noticed that,
even though her pants were dark-coloured, I could still make out the outline of
what I was pretty sure were satin bikini panties, given the ruffled trim that
was evident.
JoAnne noticed this too, and we both commented at how wonderful this young
teen’s instincts were.
“How were my instincts when you first met me?” Katelyn asked, sincerely; she’d
only been working for me for about 6 weeks, but had already learned so much.
“Your mouth was MADE for sucking cock,” I answered.
She laughed and blushed. “Thank you,” she said sweetly.
“And just like you, this girl would make a perfect little street whore,” I
added. JoAnne nodded. I just needed to try Erin out and find out if she was
willing to work evenings after she got off from the mart; and, of course, on
Sundays. I gave the girl the thumbs up sign and then pointed at the front door,
to indicate that I was coming in to see her. She nodded and resumed bobbing her
head more in earnest to quickly finish off the gentleman she currently was
sucking.
Once inside, I was seventh in line, but I didn’t mind waiting. JoAnne wandered
off to find and convince the store manager to let Erin come work for us; and
Katelyn wondered back outside to kneel and give blowjobs to some of the younger
(and, hence Erin-ineligible) guys enjoying Erin’s display. Suffice it to say, I
had NO DOUBTS at all about Jo’s ability to convince ANY man to do ANYTHING.
Convincing a man is as easy for her as dropping to her knees.
Now, technically, I too was ineligible to receive a free oral massage at the
drug mart, as I am not even forty. My high hairline convinces some that I am
older; but 65? But when I told Erin that I was here with JoAnne and…
Erin didn’t even let me finish.
“THE JoAnne?” she asked, suddenly recognizing that there had been a beautiful
blonde wearing nothing but panties and shoes below the waist standing next to
me.
I nodded. “In fact, she’s probably not speaking with your boss right this
moment.”
Erin gave me a puzzled look.
I explained: “It’s impossible for Jo to say anything when she has a guy’s cock
down her throat. So Jo is ‘not speaking’ right now.”
A light popped on in Erin’s head and she nodded and laughed.
“So… would you care to ‘not speak’ with me?” I asked.
But Erin was already pulling me forward and undoing my zipper. There was NO WAY
she was going to pass up the opportunity to blow the ‘pimp’ and boyfriend of the
World’s most famous cocksucker.
And the moment she latched onto me, I knew that I was in for a treat. NOT to say
that Erin was anywhere near as skilled as JoAnne. To say that would be
ludicrous, because JoAnne could suck cum out of a rock, having been the gold
medal winner at all seven Annual 24 Hour Blowjob Marathons the city had held,
the first when she was just 21, increasing her World Record totals every year.
That first year, for example, she was one of twelve girls, and successfully blew
240 men to win by (if I remember correctty) over thirty mouthfuls (of cum). This
past year, the event had expanded such that there were over 150 girls entered
into the Open Division (secretaries, nurses, teachers, hookers, you name it),
and another 90 or so girls entered into the Junior Division, which was reserved
for high school students of age, each school generally entering 2 to 3 girls,
and schools entering from cities and towns as far as 200 kilometres away. And
still, with all that (no pun intended) stiff competition, Jo had won the event
by over 160 blowjobs, blowing 517 in the allotted time, more than 21 men every
hour. Incidentally, our own lovely Katelyn had won the high-school division,
choking down the semen and sperm of 263 highly satisfied men.
So, again, I won’t claim that Erin was anything like Jo, or even Katelyn yet…
but she definitely had come to know what she was doing. To begin with, she
latched on nice and slow – no rush – and then stopped to tilt her head and peer
up at me with her big hazel eyes.
“Hmmm?” she asked.
I nodded. This was a very good start.
Then Erin turned her attention to the cock at mouth (as opposed to the cock at
hand), and started to slowly slide her wet mouth up and down its length, always
keeping her eyes open, and regularly looking around at all the cameras and at
the people standing outside the store enjoying the show, pausing to pose
whenever a camera came out. And, of course, she often peered up at my face to
catch my expression and sometimes ask: “hmm hmmm?”
I always nodded and gave her a thumbs up sign.
“You’re doing great,” I assured her.
She slid her mouth back and forth slowly, tilting her head one way and then the
other to capture both sides of the underside of my cock with her tongue, as well
as the middle. And, as time went on, she went deeper and deeper, until I felt my
cock head popping past her tonsils with every forward thrust. She’d become more
deliberate by now, her back arching and her gorgeous little bum jutting out each
time she touched her nose to my belly. Man! Her bum was sweet in those black
pants (not quite as round and soft as Katelyn’s, or as sensual as JoAnne’s, but
lovely just the same).
It was while she was deep throating me, her cute little nose pushed hard into my
belly and my right hand stretched down to fondle her sweet, young ass, that
JoAnne returned, accompanied by Tom, Erin’s day manager. Both had big smiles on
their faces. Jo pulled her digital camera out of her purse and squatted down to
get a few nice pictures of Erin, and Erin dutifully shifted her eyes towards the
camera, all the while pushing her nose even harder into my belly.
After about ten or so pictures, Jo stood up and kissed me on the cheek, and I
smelled her breath spray, the tell-tale sign that she’d just undergone major
ass-to-mouth fucking.
“So…” I said to Tom. “I guess you’ve been using the ATM machine.”
He looked puzzled for a couple of seconds, but then smiled, nodded and laughed,
as did Jo.
“Where’s Katelyn?” Jo asked.
“She’s outside blowing the whole city,” I answered.
Tom and Jo, and I think maybe even Erin laughed.
“I’m going to go outside and see if I can help her out,” Jo said, and turned to
exit. As always, my eyes followed her sweet pantied ass as she left.
Interestingly, Erin’s eyes did too… was she considering a new work uniform
like Jo’s?

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