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I had been running the restaurant for a couple of years, a small pizza place. In that time, there had been plenty of teenage girls who had worked there, and most of them were more than willing to flirt with the boss to get out of the nastier jobs. Nobody liked doing dishes or cleaning toilets, but it was work that needed to be done. A lot of girls along the way got out of these jobs by coming on to me, and I usually encouraged it, but never thought it would go anywhere.

Christina was the exception.

She was cute, and she knew it. She had long blonde hair and usually wore it in a ponytail. She was tall for a teen girl, about 5’9″. In school, she was a track athlete, and her toned body showed how much time she put into her sport. She was about a month away from graduating, and had recently had her 18th birthday party in the restaurant.

She loved teasing guys, and I was no exception. Whether she was working the register or on the line making food, she was always posing or bumping into me, always trying to provoke some response. I always maintained myself, I was not about to let some teenage girl seduce me. I did not want to go to jail!

On nights when it was slow, she seemed to be making a lot of trips to the bathroom. She always came back seeming a little flustered and a little more excited than usual. This had been going on for a few weeks, and I couldn’t help but notice it. She was going to “pee” every 20 minutes.

One night when we were the only two working, and things were really slow, she went to “pee” again. There hadn’t been an order for an hour, and no one was showing up at the door. I decided to get a better idea of how she was spending her “break”, and crept silently to the bathroom door. I could hear her moaning and squealing on the other side, and knew. I just knew.

I decided to close the restaurant a little early.

I went to the front, shut off the Open light, and all the other lights inside. We were only a half hour from close anyway, and there hadn’t been an order for a while. I locked the doors and got the bathroom door key.

As I approached the bathroom door, I could hear her more clearly now that the fans and music had been shut off. It sounded like she was having a lot of fun in there, and I was getting hard imagining what she might be up to.

As quietly as I could, I unlocked the door and turned the handle. I did not want to startle her, I did not even want to intrude, but my curiosity had the better of me and I just needed to see what she was doing to herself.

I opened the door the merest crack, and instantly the sounds she was making were louder. She was gasping, it seemed like she was struggling for breath, and as the door opened that little crack, I got a good view of how she was spending her “break”.

She was sitting on the toilet, her pants and panties lowered to her ankles. She was thrusting two fingers into her cunt, and I loved the sight before me. She either shaved, or just didn’t have much pubic hair, and I could see her pussy lips clearly as she continued to ram away at her tiny little hole.

Her other hand Ankara escort was reached up under her shirt, and although I couldn’t see her breasts, I could tell she was moving from one nipple to the other, twisting and pulling on them furiously.

Suddenly she switched hands, and brought her two fingers glistening with her juices to her mouth and started sucking them, while her other hand took over on her pussy.

She had her eyes closed tightly and was moaning loudly, she did not notice as I opened the door a bit wider to get a better look.

She took her fingers out of her mouth and slid her hand behind her back. She lifted herself up a bit, and I could see her asshole puckering between her cheeks and her hand found her way there, and she slid one wet finger deep inside her ass, all in one motion with no hesitation.

I gasped, and her eyes flew open. She looked terrified and quickly withdrew both hands from the holes they had been exploring.

“Mr. Johnson!” She exclaimed “Why are you spying on me?”

I quickly apologized, and said I had heard her making noises and wanted to see if she was OK.

She gave me a truly malicious look, and then looked at my pants. She laughed and said, “Worried, huh? You don’t look too worried to show me your cock!”

I looked down. I hadn’t even realized it, but I had taken my cock out and was jerking off to her – in fact, I was still stroking it. My cock was fully hard, and there was a bead of precum just starting to build up at the tip.

Christina saw it too, and got a devilish look on her face.

“Waste not, want not!” she exclaimed, and before I could move, and before the drop of precum fell from my hard cock, her mouth was on me and she was greedily lapping up the clear sweet liquid.

“Holy shit!” I exclaimed, “You are a little slut, aren’t you?”

She laughed a little, looking up at me with wide eyes, and took more of my hard prick into her mouth.

I tried to pull back from her, this little girl who suddenly had blown up my conception of what a sweet little girl is. She kept advancing, the more I tried to back off, out of the bathroom and into the main restaurant area. Eventually, she had me up against a booth and I couldn’t back up anymore.

“You have to stop, this is wrong”, I muttered.

“Nnnnnn” she growled, around a mouthful of my cock. I could feel the head was pressing against the entrance to her throat, even though I was only halfway inside her. She seemed to be struggling, like she didn’t want to let it go but couldn’t quite get any more of me into her.

It was too much; I just could not hold back.

I thrusted my cock as deep into her warm wet mouth as I could. I could see tears welling in her eyes, but I did not see any hint of her wanting me to back off. She looked me in the eye and hers were wide open, I think she was shocked at herself, but she seemed like she wanted more.

I put both of my hands on either side of her head, gently but firmly grasping her head and looking deeply into her eyes. Everything on her face said “more!” and I was not about Ankara escort bayan to disappoint her.

Slowly, and with a lot of gagging and gasping, I felt the head of my cock push into her throat. I backed off a bit, then went in again, just a little but more. I repeated this a few times, but could tell she was having some difficulty breathing. I pulled out of her entirely.

“Are you OK?” I asked, sincerely worried she was in trouble.

“Don’t….please” she squeaked out.

“Ok, I am sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you”, I tried to comfort her.

“No! Please don’t stop! I want more!”

I couldn’t believe it, but this girl was really into the abusive throat-fucking I was giving her! I did not need any more encouragement, and decided to be more forceful, since that was what she was responding to.

I grabbed her head in both hands, and told her to open her mouth if she wanted more. She open wide and stuck her tongue out.

I told her I liked it when I saw her fingering her pussy, and she instantly dropped her hand to her wet cunt and started ramming herself silly.

“And what was that other hand doing, going down your backside before?” I asked her.

She looked at me with a mixture of shame and arousal, but did not hesitate to bring her other hand to her ass. I leaned her forward, cruelly bringing her head to the side of my body, rather than giving her the cock she so clearly wanted back in her mouth.

I got a good view of her ass, and made sure she was fingering it as instructed. I noticed she was only using one in her ass, while she had no problem putting two fingers in her cunt.

“More”, I said.

She twisted her face to look up at me, “More?”

“More fingers, in both holes.”

She instantly added a third finger to her pussy, and I could tell she was enjoying being controlled like this. Her cunt was gushing, and her juices were running down her thighs and into her hand. She seemed hesitant to put a second finger in her ass, so I raised my hand high and brought it down in a loud slap, catching one ass cheek and part of her hand, forcing herself in deeper.

She did not need to be told a second time, and immediately her middle finger joined her first in her tight little butt. She was grimacing and I could tell she was not loving the sensation, so I spit a large load of saliva out and watched it dribble over her fingers that were working her asshole.

She moaned with relief, and breathily said “Thank you, Mr. Johnson!” and then bobbed her head down on my slick, pulsing hard-on.

I was pleased with her efforts, so I decided it was time to let her have the treat she was craving. I grabbed her ponytail and jerked her head back from me, causing her to gasp loudly. Not missing the chance, while her mouth was still agape, I drove her head down onto my dick, not being gentle at all this time, plowing my whole length into her mouth and then down into her throat. Fresh tears welled up in her eyes, but she was moaning and loving the sensation of my hard shaft penetrating her so deeply.

I started really Escort Ankara fucking her mouth and throat, and could tell she was gagging. I decided to keep going, and drove into her, forcing my way into her even deeper into her throat. She was crying real tears now; snot was coming out of her nose and she was really struggling.

I pulled out of her mouth; I did not want to hurt the girl.

“Are you okay? Should I stop?” I asked.

She started really crying then, and all I could think to do was sit by her and cuddle her. She was sobbing, her body shaking, and having a hard time forming words.

“Shh, don’t cry, I am sorry, are you OK?” I asked, over and over.

At last, she found her composure, and squeaked out “I…I wanted to do it good for you…and I ruined it!” and she burst into a fresh flood of tears.

I held her and cuddled her for about a half hour. By that time, it was close to when her parents would be picking her up, so we had to leave it there. I told her she had nothing to worry about, and that she had been a good girl.

She stopped crying so hard, looked up at me with tear-stained eyes, and said “Was I really? I wanted to do it good!”

I told her she was a good little girl, and that we could try again later. She was still sad, but seemed a little happier to know that I would give her another chance.

I told her, “You better go get cleaned up, your parents will be here soon.”

She looked at my cock, still hard and straining for release, but knew that it would be bad to get caught in her current state. She picked herself up off the floor and went to the bathroom, her knees shaking and she had to catch herself on the doorframe. I watched her through the open door, as she washed her hands and face, then used some paper towels to clean up the mess of precum and her own juices from between her legs and what had dripped down onto her thighs and legs.

I was jerking myself at this sight, still hadn’t had my release, and as she came out of the bathroom, I spewed a large puddle of cum out onto the floor. Her eyes were transfixed by the sight, and she dropped to her knees to get a better look as the last spurts flew from me and added to the messy puddle between us.

I looked at her, our eyes met, and I saw how disappointed she was in herself. I did not say a word, but I looked down at the puddle.

“I’ll clean it up!” she exclaimed, a sudden light in her eyes, as if this would be her redemption.

She dropped down to all fours like an animal, and started lapping up the puddle of cum. She was slurping and gulping it down, and getting her face smeared with the cum in the process. When she was finished, she had some smudged all over her face. One large drop was about to fall off the end of her nose, and she stuck her tongue out to catch it and swallow it greedily.

Watching that, even though I had just spent myself, I could feel hardness returning to what should be a worn and flaccid thing. I was seriously considering another round.

She was just getting done when her parents honked their horn, ready to pick up their sweet little girl. She wiped her face clean of the rest of my puddle and licked her fingers, then stood up and patted her clothes down smooth.

She purred “Kitty likes her cream. Thank you, Mr. Johnson!” and went out to catch her ride home.

I scheduled her for closing for the entire next week.

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