Jan swallowed nervously as she listened to Mark Johnson explaining how the shop operated with its high-class customers, or clients as he preferred to call them.
"All appointments are prearranged," he said in his upper-class English accent, "Please make sure you confirm who you are letting in. Your job is to smile and look pretty and attend to the customer's needs while Mrs Johnson or I deal with what they want to purchase."
Mark eyed up the girl discreetly and admired the way the top she had on clung to her small pert breasts. The pleated skirt seemed to hang tantalisingly over her buttocks, and he was sure that if she bent forward just a few degrees, he would get a better glimpse of her white cotton panties he had a peek at earlier. Picking up her passport her checked her date of birth again, to reassure himself that she was indeed 18 years of age, which she was, albeit by a few weeks.
"Some of the men may get handy if they are not with their wife or girlfriend, especially some of the foreigners."
"Handy? What do you mean?" Jan said opening her eyes in shock.
Mark could feel his cock harden in his suit trousers, "This one is so innocent," he thought to himself as he imagined her on her knees choking on his cock.
"They might... occasionally touch you... accidentally of course," said Mark brushing his hand casually over her breast.
Jan blushed deeply and Mark moved his hand to her small round ass and squeezed one of the firm globes of flesh causing Jan to yelp and colour even more.
"Say nothing, just step away," Mark said reassuringly, "They will tip well and if you cause a scene, they will leave without buying anything."
Jan nodded and stammered, "Are they all like that?"
"Not at all," Mark said reassuringly, "just some of the men." He didn't add that a couple of the predatory older lesbians who frequented his shop would also be desperate for a feel, though she would learn that on her own soon enough.
Jan swallowed again; she really needed this job. While her parents were helping her through university, they weren't over-generous. In fact, it had been her parents who had arranged for this job for her as they were friends with the Johnsons from the golf club.
"So can you start today?" Mark said smoothly, knowing that she would fit in perfectly with his plans which were a lot more than just a casual shop assistant.
Mark went into the back of the shop to see his wife was watching the CCTV monitor which showed Jan serving tea to a nice Chinese couple.
"You are a randy old goat," his wife Denise said looking at her husband.
"Don't tell me you aren't as wet as an otter imagining the taste of her young pussy. I bet that girl is a virgin." Mark leered at the screen.
"What about her parents?" Denise said cautiously.
"Andrew & Louise will be fine about it I'm sure," said Mark, "We will just leave out the bit about the ring."
"Are we going for the old stolen ring, I catch her blowing you routine?" Denise laughed.
"Yes," said Mark, his cock twitching at the thought of her pretty young mouth around his cock. The idea that his might be the first cock she had ever sucked made him start to get hard. "Oh and don't be too eager to catch us in the act, wouldn't mind shooting a load down her throat before we get started."
The rest of the day went well with her customers seeming happy with her service; Jan thought to herself. There had been quite a few sales for mind-boggling figures and she had even got a £20 tip off one old man. The best thing was there had been no inappropriate touching though she thought the woman buying a ruby necklace had stared at her breasts for an uncomfortably long period of time.
Mark's voice interrupted her thoughts with, "Jan we seem to have a problem here."
Jan went over to a tray of rings she had shown the Japanese couple that morning and there was a space in the tray.
"There would appear to be a ring missing," Mark said sternly. "I am going to need to search your bag," he said nodding his head towards Jan's handbag. "Please turn out your bag Jan."
Jan was upset at the insinuation but knew she had nothing to fear as she hadn't taken anything. To her horror, the ring fell from her bag and rattled on the glass countertop.
"Mr Johnson I didn't..." Jan began to protest but Mark held his hand for silence as he glanced at the door leading to the back office. He knew his wife would be watching and no doubt masturbating; but he needed Jan to agree to the conspiracy for now.
"Listen Jan you seem like a nice girl and the customers like you; but Mrs Johnson will take a very dim view of this." Mark could see that the young girl was close to tears so judging the time right he sprung the trap. "Of course, if it was down to me I would just turn a blind eye."
"But Mr Johnson I didn't..." Jan protested.
"I am sure you will be able to explain it to the police... and of course your parents."
At this point, Jan started to cry and Mark put his arms around her pulling her young body close to his.
"Unless of course..." Mark's words trailed off as he picked up her tiny hand and placed it on the raging erection in his trousers.
Jan wasn't stupid for all her lack of years and had a good idea of what was expected of her. Unzipping Mark she allowed his cock to spring free and she started to work him with her hand.
"Your mouth," Mark groaned as he put his hands on her shoulders.
"I have never done this before. You promise no one will know?" Jan said as she sank to her knees and stared like a rabbit in the headlights at the cock straining in her hand.
"Promise," groaned Mark as he thrust his hips forward gripping the young girl's head. The thought that his was the first cock she had ever sucked made it even more exciting as he started to face fuck her. Ignoring her choking and gurgling Mark gripped her head tightly as he pumped into her face. With a groan, he shot the first jet of sperm into Jan's mouth just as his wife threw open the door and shouted.
"What are you doing you slut?"
Jan heard the shout and tried to jerk her head back but Mark held her firm for another couple of spurts. When she did manage to pull free, a final jet from Mark's cock hit her in her left eye before dripping down her cheek.
Turning her head she found she was face to face with an irate Mrs Johnson who spluttered, "We need to talk, the three of us NOW." With those words, she turned and stomped upstairs to their flat over the shop leaving Mark and Jan to follow sheepishly in her wake.
They all sat on a large couch with Jan in the middle looking a little uncomfortable as she tried to pull down her short skirt.
"Why don't we share a smoke and all calm down, after all, what I saw was a bit of a shock," Denise said as she lit a large joint that was already in the ashtray.
Mark took the joint from his wife and took a deep puff, holding the smoke deep in his lungs. Jan looked at the joint when it was offered to her in confusion.
"Here let me help," purred Denise taking the joint and taking a large mouthful of the smoke, she leaned over the startled Jan and kissed her, forcing the smoke into her mouth and lungs.
"Why don't we watch a video you might find educational," Mark said as he navigated the smart TV to a private and very secure server.
Jan's head was spinning from the effects of the pot and when she felt the hands slipping the clothing from her body she didn't object, she even moved to make their removal easier.
Jan started at the scene on the television in slight disbelief although she was finding it difficult to focus as Denise slipped a second finger inside her, twisting and probing deeply.
Then with a shock, she realised what she was seeing on the screen just as Denise's fingers found her g-spot and began to rub sending shock waves of pleasure through her.
The woman in the centre of the screen was Denise but what caused Jan the shock was that the cock she was devouring with gusto was not Mark's but her own father's. Standing next to her father was Mark and the woman who was deep-throating him was her mother.
Jan was focused on the screen as Denise worked her fingers in and out bringing her closer to an orgasm.
"He is huge," Jan said half in shock but also half in lust as she saw the size of her father's package. No wonder she would sometimes hear her mother through the thin walls, groaning as she had sex with her father. Even though Denise was clearly an experienced cock sucker it was obvious from the video that she was struggling to open her mouth wide enough to take in all of her father's cock.
As Denise started to lick her young pussy, on the screen Jan saw her father pushing his cock into Denise. The noise emitting from the speakers was unbelievable as the on-screen Denise took the full length of her father's cock. What made it even hotter was the appearance of what she could only assume was her mother's hand caressing his balls.
Gripping Denise's head Jan arched off the couch as she orgasmed into Denise's mouth.
"Are you a virgin," Mark said holding his aching cock in his hand.
"Yes," gasped Jan as she shuddered to yet another climax from Denise's talented tongue.
"I want you," groaned Mark in pure lust.
"No," said Jan firmly, "My cherry belongs to my Daddy."
"Your pussy perhaps," said Denise, "but surely Mark can have your ass."
Not giving Jan time to object Denise switched her attention to Jan's virgin ass and began to poke and probe with her rolled-up tongue.
Glancing at the screen she now saw her mother on all fours sucking on her father's meaty cock as Denise tongued her ass as she was doing now. Behind Denise on screen was Mark slowly fucking Denise and whoever was filming moved close to show his cock sliding in and out. Looking over her shoulder at the full-length mirror Jan could see that Mark was repeating the scene on the television. The only thing missing for Jan was her father's cock in her mouth, a thought that she was surprised she could consider.
The scene on the TV had changed and Denise was riding her father's cock with great and obvious enthusiasm. A sharp stab of pain in her ass made Jan realise that Mark was about to fuck her as he was fucking her on-screen mother.
"Owwww it hurts," Jan sobbed as she felt the burn of Mark pushing his cock in.
