[MF] Working At A Target In My Early 20s Provided Me More Pussy Than I Could Handle

If you’re not a trust fund baby, chances are you’ve had to work a few shitty jobs in your life. Maybe you worked as waiter/waitress, a cashier at Taco Bell, or maybe you handled customer returns at a fucking Target. That’s what I did after high school. I wanted to work as much as possible, save everything I could, and move to the West Coast to chase my dreams. I’m happy to report, a few years later, my plan has worked.

But for a little over two years, I worked at Target. A Target that was three stories and attached to a mall, and this was like seven years ago, so malls were still somewhat popular. Safe to say, it was chaotic almost every single day, and I mostly worked with customer returns, which meant I would see the worst in people.

I remember this one white lady (probably late 50s, dark eyebrows with blonde hair) who walked up to the desk with two nearly empty bottles of orange juice. She claimed that they tasted “funky” and she tried to ignore it, but now she feels like it’s too much.

“Do you want to taste it?” she asked.

“Oh, no. We can’t do that.”

“I’m not making this up!”

“I never said you were, it’s just we can’t really accept these because they’re basically empty.”

“I have the receipt!”

“That’s not the issue…”

“How old are you?” she interrupted.

“20”

She made a “pfft” noise, as if I were the one acting immature. “Can I speak to your manager please?”

Ah, I loved to hear those words. Not only because I would no longer have to deal with this orange juice enthusiast, but also because my manager was extremely attractive. Her name was Lauren, and she was a 34-year-old single mother. She had, uh, motherly(?) boobs and a cute-looking face. Like she could still pass for a college student.

She also had an attitude and took zero shit from customers. The orange juice lady didn’t stand a chance against her.

“That was a new one…” I laughed after the lady stomped away with her vials of vitamin C.

“Been here five years and I’ve never seen anything like that.”

“At least they’re entertaining.”

“Yeah…” Lauren trailed off. She looked over at Selena, one of the latest hires, folding clothes in the men’s section. Selena had only been working there for two weeks. She was a thickish 18-year-old Latina, who loved lip gloss and wearing work shirts that were just one size too small for her large tits.

“When are you going to fuck her?” Lauren asked. I should probably mention that this is the relationship Lauren and I had. She was basically one of the guys, the only difference being I’d constantly think about her while jerking off. I think at the beginning, she felt I was too young for her, so she just kinda treated me like a friend.

“What are you talking about?” I responded.

“She’s been looking at you for the past week.”

“Nah…”

“Yeah…” Lauren replied mockingly. “You should take advantage of it. Not everyone likes skinny white dudes.”

“Speaking for yourself?”

“I don’t have a type. I’m too busy to think about that shit.”

“You seem to think about my shit a lot.”

“I’m just trying to help you out. If I were you, I’d fuck her.”

Two days later, Selena and I happened to go on break at around the same time. She was eating out of a small bag of chips in the break area. We were lucky enough to have one vending machine in the back, so I got a bag of chips and some cookies. The perfect lunch for a 20-year-old dude who knew nothing about nutrition.

“Mind if I join you?” I asked, pointing to the seat next to her at the plastic table.

“Of course not,” she replied. As I walked around to the chair, I looked down at her breasts, which were once again trying to burst out of her work shirt.

“What time do you get off?” I asked her while sitting down. And yes, I realize this is a lame question to lead with, but it’s what everyone asks in retail. It’s as normal as “How’s your day going?”

“I close tonight. What about you?”

“Closing crew as well. I feel like they always make me close because they know I have no life.”

“So are you saying I have no life?”

“I’m not saying that…” I looked up at the camera in the corner of the room, and then whispered, “They’re saying that.”

“You’re weird,” she laughed.

“So I’ve been told,” I chuckled.

“Do you know Terry?”

“Terry Scary? In electronics?”

“YES!” she shouted with a smile, “I didn’t know people called him that, but it’s accurate. He tried to sell me a TV earlier.”

“What? Did he know you worked here?”

“I mean, yeah, I have on a uniform, right? He was just going on and on about this new model and how it’s the clearest picture. He asked me what shows I watched and was like ‘yeah, you’ve never seen them like this!’ I finally had to pretend like someone was calling my name.”

“I guess he’s passionate about his work,” I said, shaking my head.

“I don’t know about you, but I don’t give a fuck about this job. My dad said now that I’m 18, I had to work if I wanted to still live at home.”

“Are you going to college?”

“Maybe. I don’t know.”

“It’s fine, not to know. I didn’t know when I was 18 either.”

“You talk like it was so long ago,” she laughed.

“It feels like it was. Working here ages you quickly.”

“You still look good, don’t worry,” she smirked.

She finished up her chips and balled up the bag, “You drove here, right?” she asked.

“I did.”

“Would you mind giving me a ride home after work? My friend was supposed to pick me up, but she can’t now, and I was…”

“It’s cool. I can drive you home,” I interrupted.

“Great,” she smiled, “See you later,” she tossed her empty chip bag in the trash and walked out, giving me a nice view of her peachy ass. And for the rest of the night, all I could think about was driving her home. I mean, she was flirting with me, right? She said “I looked good!” It’s worth noting that I had just started to grow into myself. I spent most of my high school years as a late bloomer of sorts, so I didn’t have girls openly flirting with me.

But once I turned 20, things started to change. I looked a little older, grew out my hair, changed my style, started to work out…a little. I was also more confident. I give all the credit to dealing with angry customers for two years. It kinda makes you not give a fuck about anyone’s opinion. I wasn’t an asshole, of course. I just no longer was consumed by thoughts of, “DO THEY LIKE ME?”

Anyway, closing time came. A handful of employees were hanging around the back exit, including Lauren.

“You ready?” Selena came up from behind me and place her hand on my back.

“Yeah, let’s go,” I said. Lauren spotted this and we locked eyes. She winked at me and gave me a thumbs up. I shook her off.

Selena and I walked down the parking garage and hopped inside my barely working Chevrolet Corsica. I apologized for having such a shitty car because it felt like the right thing to do.

“I don’t even have a car, so you have me beat,” she smiled and put on her seatbelt. I did the same and slowly reversed out of the parking space, turning a bit to make sure I didn’t hit any of our coworkers.

Selena stared at me, “What?” I asked.

“Nothing. I just like to watch,” she replied.

“Watch what?” I asked, pulling out of the parking garage.

“Men driving, I guess,” she shrugged.

“Damn, so the Fast & Furious is like your jam, huh?”

“Oh yes. It gets me so hot,” she laughed. I couldn’t tell if she was joking or not. She gave me directions to her house as I drove. She’d often get confused and tell me a wrong turn. Not sure if this was on purpose, but thinking back now, I’m sure it was. After about 10 minutes of driving, Selena reached over and rested her hand just above my knee. She started to rub the top of my thigh gently through my work jeans.

I continued driving, as if I didn’t notice. A minute or two later, she moved her hand up and was now touching my semi-erect cock through my jeans. She squeezed it and rubbed the palm of her hand against it. I looked over at her briefly. She gave me a little smirk and then I tried my best to remain focused on the road.

After successfully rubbing my cock to full hardness, she unbuttoned my pants, pulled them down just a little and stuffed her hand inside my boxer briefs. Her hand made contact with the smooth skin on my shaft.

“It’s so soft,” she whispered, “I mean, the skin…not your dick,” she added. She ran her fingertips down its length and then pulled it out of my boxers. She stroked it slowly. My breathing increasing, “Does that feel good,” she said in a sexy little voice. I moaned in response and she continued stroking my cock as I drove down a side road. After a minute or two of her slow strokes, she undid her seatbelt and started to lean over.

I stopped her briefly, “What?” she asked with a pout on her face.

“I just, I’ve been working all day…sweat,” I stammered, completely embarrassed, but also didn’t want her sucking on a sweaty cock if she hadn’t planned on it. She smiled and rolled her eyes up at me, then dove toward my waiting cock. Her juicy lips wrapped around the head. Selena was extremely eager, like no fucking around. She started doing the most right away. Taking my hardness all the way to the back of her throat, stroking the shaft with her hand as she sucked on the head. She was all over the place, but it felt incredible.

Too incredible. I had to pull over. There was a Burger King parking lot coming up, so I pulled in and parked at the very back. It was late, so no one was around. I grabbed her roughly by her hair and pulled her up to me, a string of saliva came up with her, breaking free from my dick. I pulled her in close for a messy kiss. I leaned back a bit in my seat, allowing her to crawl on top of my lap. There wasn’t much space in my small ass car, so fucking was out of the question.

But she was able to lean back enough on my lap to allow my hand to slide down her pants. I rubbed her pussy through her panties. She desperately moved her hips against my hand, pushing her pussy against my fingers. She reached up, pulled down her work shirt and finally let her huge tits free. My mouth was immediately drawn to them. I sucked and licked all over tits, and there was a lot of room to cover. I circled my tongue around her nipples and then nibbled on them gently.

As I feasted on her tits, I slid my hand inside her panties, touching her bare pussy. I moved my fingers to her wet opening, collecting her juices and then slid my coated fingers up her lips to her clit.

“Mmm,” she moaned. My fingers gently moved up and down against her clit, “Fuck, yes, keep doing that,” she whispered. I continued kissing all over her tits as I played with her clit. Her hips moved sporadically against me, occasionally causing the front of her pants to smack against my hard cock.

Slowly, I kissed my way up her chest and to her neck. I could feel her getting close. I kissed on her neck for a few seconds and then moved to her mouth, “I’m gonna cum,” she moaned against my lips, “Yeah?” I said aggressively. “Cum for me, cum for me baby,” I demanded, before biting down on her bottom lip.

“Oh, f-f-f-uck!” she cried out. My fingers continued with the same rhythm against her clit as she came against my hand. I reached around with my free hand and grabbed her ass roughly as her body jerked on top of me. Once she came down from the high, she positioned her mouth over my cock and spat on it.

She then grabbed it firmly and stroked me with her saliva. She was now leaning back against the steering wheel, her tits jiggling as she stroked my cock, “Fuuuuck,” I moaned. She was stroking it fast and adding saliva when needed, “You have such a nice cock. I want you to cum,” she looked down at me.

Maybe a minute later (if I’m being generous) I came. My cum shot up into the air, landing on her shirt, my shirt and the seat. I thought it was going to hit the roof. “Oh my god,” I said, out of my breath.

She continued to stroke me, “Yes, baby…let it out,” she milked the rest of my cum out and then slowly moved off my lap and back into her seat. We were a mess. Both our shirts covered in cum. We took a few minutes to collect ourselves and then I drove her the rest of the way home.

“Are you gonna walk inside your house like that?” I asked, pulling up outside her home.

“I’ll cover it up with my purse. Everyone should be sleeping anyway,” she smiled, and then leaned over to kiss me once more. “Thanks for the ride home. We should do it again sometime.”

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