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While my hands were still holding the box, I could feel his hand sliding up under my skirt. I didn't know what to do, but I felt that this wasn't right so I moved aside and turned towards him, telling him that I didn't think that this was a good idea. He said it was okay and that I had to forget about what just happened. I left him behind in the stock room as I made my way back into the store with the clothes I got from the box.

That whole day long, I couldn't get my mind off what had happened. I didn't know what to do. Was it wrong? Was it my fault? All I knew was that I didn't want to loose this job because it was paying very well. I barely slept that night, thinking about Jeroen. I remember hoping over and over that this wouldn't be the end of my summer job.

The next day I arrived at the store. Jeroen was already there, and I was the second one to arrive. He smiled at me and acted like nothing happened the day before. That was a relief to me.

Nothing really happened that day till it was lunchtime. The two other female employees were going to a local place to have their lunch which left Jeroen and me alone in the store. Like every day, the store was closed from 12 till 12.30. Jeroen's wife hadn't been in the store the last few days cause she had the flu.

I went to the storeroom were the employees also eat their lunch if they don't go out to eat it elsewhere. I was sitting at the table and had just started to eat my lunch when Jeroen walked inside. He was wandering through the storage room with a piece of paper and a pen, taking notes of what he had in stock and what he had to order.

At one point, he asked me for help. He wanted me to open a box that was on the lowest shelf and I had to count how many pairs of jeans were in the box. I walked towards the shelf were the box was standing. Jeroen was behind me and when I bent over to grab the box, he grabbed me by my hips again. I let go of the box and stood up straight. He pushed me forward a little as his hands were roaming all over my ass.

He started to say all kind of compliments again, how much he wanted me - stuff like that. I placed my hands on the shelf in front of me as I felt his hands roaming to the front, running over my stomach, upwards as he cupped my breasts through my halter-top. I closed my eyes as he started to kiss me in my neck. He told me that I had some pretty firm breasts and that he enjoyed what he was feeling. After mauling my breasts for a few minutes, his hands started to move down again over my stomach till they were on my thighs again. He kisses moved from my neck to my ears as he nibbles on my earlobe.

He commanded me to take a step backwards and to spread my legs a little. While I was still holding the shelf, I did as he said, parting my legs a little. As I did that, I could feel the bulge in his pants touching against my ass. He moved one of his hands under my skirt till it touched the fabric of my thong. Slowly he pushed it aside and moved his hand inside my thong. Jeroen kept kissing me all over as his fingers ran over my shaved vagina and a finger ran up between my pussy lips.

I was not really wet, just a little bit. He laid a finger on my clitoris and slowly started moving it up and down. While he was doing this, all kind of thoughts were running through my mind. I was enjoying this, but on the other hand, it wasn't right. He was married and also my boss. I decided to see just how far this was going.

His fingers toying with my clitoris made me wet. With his free hand he grabbed my shoulder and turned my face towards his so he could kiss me on my lips. I let him kiss me and he slipped his tongue into my mouth, flicking his tongue around with mine. Meanwhile his finger moved down moved pussy lips again and found the entrance to my vagina. Slowly he slipped a finger inside my warm, moist pussy. As he did this, a slight moan escaped my lips.

Slowly he started fingering me as we were kissing. After a few minutes I was wet enough and he slipped in another one, picking up the pace a little. My moaning was getting more regular and louder now. With long deep strokes he fucked his fingers inside me up to his last knuckles. I felt an orgasm building up inside me. Jeroen noticed that I was reaching that point of pleasure and fingered me as fast as he could till I reached my orgasm. My legs were trembling as I came.. came hard.

He removed his hand from my thong and licked the juice from his fingers. He said how much he loved the taste of the juices of an 18-year-old girl. It was obvious to me in the way he said it that I wasn't the first student employee he had done this with. After he said that he headed back into the store and left me behind, exhausted. I had barely fixed my clothes when the other women came back from their lunch. All day long I was worried that they had noticed anything or suspected what had happened between Jeroen and me, but it seemed like they didn't notice a thing besides Jeroen smiling all day long after lunchtime.

Every third Friday of August, the owners of the store took their employees out on a dinner at a fancy and expensive restaurant. We were told to be at the restaurant at 7pm that evening. Because I didn't have my own car, my daddy gave me the keys of his Mercedes. I was wearing a black evening dress with matching shoes. I couldn't wear a bra under that dress cause I would look ridiculous so I was only wearing a black string.

Around 6.45 pm, I arrived at the "T'Driessent" restaurant, a well-known fancy restaurant in our neighborhood. I had been there a few times with my family. It seemed like everybody was already there so we decided to go and sit at our table.

Jeroen was sitting next to me. It wasn't really a surprise to me that he wanted to sit next to me but what was a surprise to me was that he couldn't keep his hand of my thighs all evening. I couldn't believe he was doing that because his wife was sitting on my other side and didn't notice a thing. Dinner was delicious as always at that restaurant and afterwards, we decided to take a place at the bar to have some more drinks. It was all being paid for by the company so we didn't say no to that.

Because I was driving, I didn't drink any alcohol that evening. Jeroen on the other hand was not sober anymore, not at all. Many drinks later, around 11.40pm, Jeroen's wife decided that she was going home, she was tired, but Jeroen wanted to stay a little longer so I offered to drive him home with my daddy's car. Jeroen's wife agreed and went home. He ordered some more drinks.

One by one, the other employee's left till I was alone with Jeroen. Now that everybody was gone, he started to flirt with me again. His breath smelled like alcohol. The bartender was looking at me and I could see in his eyes that he didn't like to have a drunk man sitting at his bar so I told Jeroen that I was going to take him to his home.

On our way home, even though I was driving, he couldn't keep his hands off me. Every time he laid his hand on my thigh, I had to put it back on his thigh cause he was taking my attention away from the road and it was already pretty late and dark. I didn't know where he lived so I had to follow his directions. After 10 minutes he made me stop at a cemetery.

I looked around, there were no houses so I realized that he lied to me. He told me he wanted to go for a small walk to sober up a little before he went home. I believed him and we got out off the car.

We walked through the entrance of the cemetery. It was very dark and I wasn't comfortable at all with this situation. A few meters behind the entrance was a small building. A maintenance building it seemed.

Jeroen walked to the door and tried to open it but it was locked. With a loud bang he kicked the door open. It wasn't locked very tight. He took me by the hand and pulled me inside as he closed the door behind us. After some searching he found a light switch and turned on the lights. There wasn't much in the room besides a table, some chairs and some equipment to take care of the cemetery.

Jeroen pushed me with my back against the wall and started kissing me all over. His hands cupped my breasts and he started mauling them. I could taste the liquor from his lips as he kissed me. Finally, he grabbed my head and forced me to my knees. As I was kneeling there, I looked up and he commanded me to suck his cock.

I unzipped his jeans and pulled it down till it was around his ankles. As I pulled his jeans down, his briefs came along and his cock popped out into my face. It was already semi hard. Again he commanded me to suck it. I took his soft shaft in my hand and brought the head of his penis to my mouth. I wrapped my lips around it and tasted the precum that was covering his cockhead.

Slowly I felt his cock hardening inside my mouth as I moved my lips back and forth on his shaft and my hand followed this motion. He was moaning softly at first but after a while I noticed that he was enjoying my blowjob skills alot. With his hands on the back of my head he decided the pace for me. After a while he had enough of it and pulled me back up to my feet. He demanded that I turn around and bend over for him. I did as he told me and bended over, placing my hands against the wall, my ass backwards and my legs spread. He grabbed my dress and lifted it up, wrapping it around my hips. Quickly he pulled my string down and I stepped out of it with one foot. He took place behind me and rubbed his penis up and down between my wet pussy lips.

I thought he wanted to lick me but he wanted to fuck me. Quickly I told him to stop and I grabbed my purse that I had dropped on the floor when he pushed me against the wall. I opened it and took a condom out - I always carry some condoms with me in my purse - something my mom taught me. I opened it and applied it around his shaft because Jeroen was obviously too drunk to take care of a subtle job like that.

I got back into position and again he rubbed his hard, condom-covered penis up and down my wet pussy lips to find the entrance. With a pop he slipped it inside my vagina. Because he was so drunk, he didn't seem to have much control over his body and he didn't seem to care about what I wanted or needed. He slammed it all the way inside me at once. I was not ready for it all so soon and it hurt as he stretched me pussy out with his thick cock.

He grabbed me by the hips and started bucking into me as fast as he could. His balls were slapping against my clitoris on each stroke. The sucking and sloshing sounds of my wet cunt being fucked filled the room. A few minutes later, he started moaning louder and louder. He was cumming already. A few short strokes and many loud moans later he pulled his softening cock back out from my vagina. He pulled the condom of his penis and threw it one the floor. After pulling his briefs and jeans back up and told me that he wanted to go home.

I pulled my string back up and straightened my dress. After grabbing my purse from the floor I headed out of the building quickly. Jeroen was already waiting by the car. Besides the correct directions, he didn't say a word on our way to his house.

That night, I didn't sleep at all. I kept thinking about what had happened. I felt used. All Jeroen wanted was to fuck me, to get rid of his sperm. I felt like I was his cum bucket or something like that.

The next two days the store was closed and on Monday we had to go back to work. I arrived on my normal hour that Monday and, for the first time that month, it was not Jeroen who was waiting at the store but his wife. Jeroen didn't seem to be there yet and I was the first one to arrive of any other employees. To my surprise, his wife told me that she had found out about what happened between Jeroen and me last Friday night. The smell of my perfume was all over him when he got home and because he was drunk he admitted that he had sex with me.

She told me that she didn't want to see me again at the store and that I was fired. However, But I did get a full month's pay because she said, it wasn't my fault. She told me that this wasn't the first time that he had cheated on her. I went back home and spent all day in my room, thinking about all this curious turn of events concerning my last summer job.

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