Everyone in this story is over eighteen years old.
April Gottlieb hated how desperate she was being. She was in a sleazy office room sitting in front of a sleazy man behind a sleazy desk as he looked over her resume.
April figured the man was even lucky she was here. She had standards, but when you were a single forty-year-old mother of an eighteen-year-old son, standards had to take a backseat.
Still, she couldn't believe how desperate she was for a job in a sex shop.
Call it intuition, but she had a feeling that the job interview she had had that morning wasn't going to go her way. It was for a part-time position as a typist. The interviewer didn't pay her much mind even though she was fully qualified for the role. She had taken the advice from her friends and dressed more scantily clad than she would have liked. But it didn't matter. The waiting room had been filled mostly with women her son's age. All beautiful and young.
She had been losing so many things lately besides her youth, too. She was made redundant from her long-time administrative assistant job at a law firm due to budget cuts. But the icing on the cake was when her husband had left her for some young thing in her twenties months earlier and ran off with their entire life savings.
The sleazy man was still looking at April's resume as she thought about this. She silently sighed. She looked at her phone. Her screensaver showed her son, Jack, and herself on the beach. Jack had taken a selfie of the two of them. They were both smiling and enjoying the sun together. The picture made her throat and chest tighten with emotion and reminded her of why she was here.
April convinced herself that the Help Wanted sign in the window was just the first step to a new beginning.
She was going to work hard to make sure she and Jack didn't go homeless - even if that meant working hard in a sex shop.
Robert Sullivan finally looked up from her resume and grinned at the mature blonde woman before him. He liked what he saw. The woman was wearing a sleek blazer with a white blouse underneath showing off the deep cleavage of her big tits. He was especially keen on the skirt that clung to her wide hips and the sheer black stockings sheathing her shapely legs. He felt like sucking on the sharp points of her black heels, but he restrained himself.
"So, Mrs. Gottlieb, what makes you feel qualified to work in my shop?" he asked.
He leaned back in his chair and April couldn't help but notice his protruding beer gut.
"Um... well... I used to work in the customer service industry and was very good at making people feel comfortable," she said. "And I... well, I can restock the... toys, and... make sure the store is clean."
He chuckled like he knew something she didn't. "Well isn't that nice," he said. "Tell me. Do you have experience with glory holes, Mrs. Gottlieb?"
"Glory holes?"
"Yes, glory holes," he said. "Do you know what glory holes are?"
She was shocked by the question. Unfortunately, yes, she did know. But why was he asking about her experience with them? She'd never even seen one before.
"Um... I uh, do," she said. "But what does that have to do with the position?"
"Oh, it has everything to do with the position, Mrs. Gottlieb," he said. "How's your cock-sucking skills? You got a real nice mouth on you. I bet our customers would get a kick outta that warm hole in your pretty little face."
She gasped and blushed bright red. The man laughed his ass off. He coughed and sputtered over her reaction.
"I apologize," he said. "I should have been more forward with the sign. This is a position to be one of my glory hole gals."
She looked at him like he had two heads. "Glory hole gals?"
"Yeah, you know, whores that'll take a few dozen cocks behind a wall without getting looked at," he said. "You know how it is."
"You're being serious?"
He nodded. "I run an adult store, ma'am. With a few... amenities."
She couldn't believe this. No wonder it wasn't on the sign. No woman with dignity would agree to such filth. She stood up with a huff. "It's this kind of work that's setting our species back a thousand years!" she informed him.
"Hey, I have you know I take care of my girls. The position pays well. Wanna know how much?"
He told her how much, and she began to pale over the amount. That was good money, especially for just a three hour shift working mornings. It would help her a lot with her financial situation. She didn't move. But her eyes looked to the door.
"I'm not holding you captive," he told her. "You're free to leave whenever you feel like it. Ever since Brittany left - the cunt - we don't a have a morning gal. It would just be three hours on your knees taking cock-meat, that's all, Mrs. Gottlieb. If you're not up to that task, I'll get someone else to fill the position - plenty of fucking sluts in this town."
She looked at him and he was grinning. She could tell he was aware of how desperate she was for the money.
She sat back down.
"That's a good girl," he said. "So, I'll ask again. How are your blowjob skills?"
She had never talked about her oral skills before to anyone. She didn't even think she could call them "skills." The last time she gave a blowjob was to a boyfriend in high school. She remembered him filling her mouth with his thick cum and him forcing her to swallow it. She didn't hate the experience because she really liked the guy at the time.
"I don't know what you want to know," she asked.
He rolled his eyes impatiently. "Technique, Mrs. Gottlieb. Do you use tongue? Are you a gagger? Can you take a hot load down your throat or on your face without flinching?"
Then he grinned again. "Or are you more of an example type girl?"
Robert stood up from his desk and took down his pants. April's eyes widened at the size of the cock between his legs. It was limp, but even limp it was huge.
"You like it?" he asked.
She didn't know what to say.
"Y-you want me to suck your... cock?" she stammered.
"I want you to suck a whole variety of cocks, Mrs. Gottlieb," he said. "But if you can suck my cock and make me cum, I'll give you the job. What do you say? C'mon, think about your son."
Her son was the last person she wanted to think about right now. Although, she did need to do this for him. She was reminded of her bad luck with the whole job thing and swallowed her pride.
"Okay... I'll do it," she said.
Robert was elated when she said that. He quickly kicked off his pants and went over to her. "Stand up and take off your clothes," he said. He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. "I need something to help me get it up."
April knew she shouldn't butt heads with him. He was a hairy man, but she could see he took care of his body. She sighed and stood up. He was pounding his dick in his fist as she took off her blazer and unbuttoned her blouse. When she unhooked her bra her big tits popped out and strained against her chest.
"Oh, those are fucking nice," he said. He marveled at how big the areolas were and how long and rubbery the nipples looked. "Keep going, whore."
She felt so humiliated she wanted to cry. She unzipped the side of her skirt and let it fall around her feet. She then peeled off her stockings and panties and took off her heels. The bush between her legs made her feel somehow self-conscious. She hadn't needed to shave recently and didn't expect to be in this situation.
"My you are a fucking nice piece," he said, taking in the curves of her body. He loved how puffy her pussy looked with the soft blonde curls covering her mound. Her clit poked out the top of her perfect pink cunt. His mouth was watering. He ripped off his shirt. "I gotta touch ya, baby!"
He grabbed her and pressed her up against him. A burst of fire shot through her when she felt his work-worn hands cup her rounded ass cheeks. He squeezed them and a faint moan escaped her throat.
She couldn't believe she was getting turned on right now.
She could feel her tits swell and the nipples hardening against his hairy chest. He must have felt them because he looked down at her swollen tits. An animal hunger came over his eyes.
"God, there's a slut in that prude-like exterior yet, Mrs. Gottlieb," he told her.
He took her tits in his hands and began to fondle them. April shuddered at his rough touch. He bent down and sucked them into his mouth.
Her breath caught in her throat. She could feel his tongue swirling around her nipple. She didn't understand why she was getting so hot with this man treating her like such a slut. But she didn't care.
He pinched and pulled the other nipple and she moaned. He looked up at her with spit drooling down his chin. "Oh, you like that baby?"
Her breathing was getting heavy and she could feel her pussy tingling with lust. She nodded.
He then mashed his mouth to hers. She could feel his tongue part her lips and rub against her tongue. She should have been disgusted, but all she could feel was this aching need all over her body. It had been so long. She liked the way he touched her. Their tongues rubbed against each other as he kneaded her tits.
She could feel his cock rub against the insides of her thighs. She felt his sticky knob leak and rubbed close to her cunt-lips. She could feel her juices flowing and nearly attempted to guide his dick into her pussy.
"Oh, fuck, baby," he moaned into her mouth. "Let's get the real interview started, shall we?"
He took her to the couch and had her sit on her knees between his legs. She was facing his swollen cock. She didn't know how she was going to get it all in her mouth.
"We'll start with simple licking and go up from there," he said.
She nodded. His cock pulsed and a pearl of white cream oozed out from the tip. She hadn't seen someone so turned on by her in so long. Her pussy was tingling over the thought of his hard shaft up her cunt. She kissed the tip of his dick and slurped up the pre-cum. Then she took him between her lips and swirled her tongue around the knob. He tasted so salty and thick.
"That's nice," he told her. "That's a good girl."
She liked the praise. She really wanted the job and was looking to impress. She could feel him get bigger as she took more of his length down her throat. Her head began to bob on his cock. He moaned as she sucked him and tried to take him further into her mouth.
She got about halfway before it became too much. There was no way she could take him all. The more she gave him pleasure the more her pussy leaked. Her fingers found her swollen clit and she began to rub it in swift circular motions.
