When I got to be 55 I sold my profitable business and decided to retire.

But I soon found myself bored with nothing to do, so I bought my 80-year-old uncle’s fruit and vegetable market, just to keep myself busy.

It was a small place, open from ten in the morning to eight at night. I had a woman who worked the register from ten to six, while I kept the place stocked and helped out the customers. Most nights I didn’t get out till midnight, what with restocking and cleaning up and all, so last week I decided to hire some part-time evening help. I put a sign in the window and waited to see if anybody would apply.

Two days later, just as I was about to close up, a very pretty dark-haired young lady came through the door. She was about five feet four and 125 pounds, and she was wearing a little white dress that looked as though someone had painted it on her. There were no straps to hold it up; it gripped her thrusting breasts so tightly it seemed to be supported by her nipples, which were clearly trying to poke through the material. If she was wearing panties they had to be extremely thin, as the dress hugged her hips so tightly that otherwise their outline would have been visible. The hemline was a good seven or eight inches above her knees; if it had been any shorter I could have seen her crotch.

When I told her I was about to close, she told me she would like to speak to the manger about the job. I told her I was the owner, and to come back in the morning. She replied that she would really like to apply right then, because she really need a job. I finally locked the door and led her back to my office.

I took a seat behind my desk and found an application form, which I handed her. The only other seat in there was a bar stool, facing a broad shelf, which the delivery men used to write out their sales tickets or whatever. I watched the girl as she sat on the stool with her back to me, filling out the form. Her high heels were hooked over the rungs of the stool, the dress hugging her body so tightly that even a pimple would have stood out against it.

When she finished she slid off the stool, and the dress pulled up a bit, showing one of her ass cheeks. She tugged it back down, with no particular hurry, and brought the application to me. She then returned to sit on the stool, facing me this time, and when she got up on it I could clearly see that she wasn’t wearing panties.

Perhaps noting the direction of my gaze, the girl began to apologize for not being dressed properly to apply for a job, explaining that she had been headed out to go dancing when she saw the sign in my window. She said again that she really needed a job, adding that her father was tired of supporting her. I told her she looked just fine, and then said half jokingly that I thought she had worn that dress just for the purpose of getting the job. She giggled at that, and then said, “Well, if that’s what it takes — ”

I wasn’t quite sure what to make of that, so I started looking over her application. It said her name was Daisy, that she was 20 years old and going to the local college. I then asked her if she knew what the job was she was applying for. Daisy replied that she didn’t care; she would do anything to get her father off her back. I told her I was looking for someone to help me in the evenings, stocking the shelves and doing a bit of cleaning.

As I said this Daisy again hooked her heels over the rungs of the bar stool, her legs parting more widely, so that I could clearly see her pussy. When I finished she looked me straight in the eye and said, “Well, you are the boss, and if you hire me I will do whatever you need me to do.”

I just looked at her for a minute. Then I told her that this job would require some heavy lifting, as some of the boxes of fruit were quite hefty. She said she thought she could do that. I stood up, saying that we would have to test that out, and told her to follow me. I led her into the cold storage room, where I pointed out several large boxes of apples sitting on the floor, and asked her to see if she could pick them up and place them in one of the carts, so they could be moved outside.

I was standing behind her as she walked over and bent down to pick up one of the boxes. As she did so the back of her dress slipped up over her ass. When she stood up, she held the box against her tummy, which pulled the dress up even further, and when she turned to place it in the cart the front of the dress hiked up nearly to her waist.

Daisy again showed no haste as she pulled the dress back down. She then turned to the second box and managed to lift that one too, with the same result. This time she did not even bother to adjust the dress. She just turned to me and said she didn’t see any problem with the boxes, and she hoped she now had the job.

Not so fast, I told her. There was more to the job than that. She would also have to know her fruits and vegetables. Daisy said that was no problem either, she knew all about them; in fact, she knew them so well she could probably identify them blindfolded. I asked her if she was willing to prove that, and when she said yes I led her back to my office, where I sat her down in my desk chair. I rummaged around and found an old scarf, which I tied over her eyes. I then took hold of her legs and placed them over the arms of the chair, which put her smooth hairless pussy on full display. Daisy made no objection, but let me place her as I wished.

I then told her I was going to get several items of produce, which I would first rub on her body and then let her taste, to see if she could identify them. Daisy agreed. Seeing that she was so compliant, I boldly reached out and pulled the top of the dress down over her tits to her waist, where the hem was already resting. It looked like she was wearing a white belt and nothing else. I then went to the front of the store and picked out several items to test her with.

Returning to the office, I placed the items on my desk. The first one I chose was a large ripe strawberry, which I proceeded to rub along the crease between her thigh and her pussy, first on one side, then the other. I then rolled it around the base of her left tit, then her right. As I leaned forward to bring it to her lips, the crotch of my pants pressed firmly against her pussy.

Daisy bit off a piece of the fruit and swallowed it down. “Mmm, that’s easy,” she said then. “That’s a strawberry.”

“So far so good,” I said, and picked up the next item, which was a carrot. I could see that Daisy’s pussy was glistening now with her juices; she was evidently enjoying this game as much as I was. When I asked her to hold herself open for me, she quickly reached down and spread her tender cunt lips apart with her fingers. I placed the tip of the carrot just below her slit and moved it slowly upward, sliding the length of it between her parted lips and across her clit, bringing low moans of pleasure from her. I then brought it up and tapped it on her tit several times before offering it to her lips. She took a small bite and chewed on it appreciatively before swallowing. “Aha,” she said then, “Marinated carrot, I love it.”

I was harder than I had been in years, and as I reached for the next piece of produce I suddenly changed my mind. Instead I opened my trousers as quietly as I could and lowered them, along with my shorts. “Okay, Daisy,” I said then. “There’s just one more item for you to identify.” I told her to move forward to the edge of the chair, and when she did I stepped forward and placed my dick against her pussy, rubbing it back and forth between her lips and covering it with her juices. I wanted so much to slide it balls deep inside her, but I didn’t. I stepped back and sat on the edge of my desk, then reached out and gently pulled her head down to my crotch, telling her she could now taste this last item.

Daisy moaned and stuck out her tongue, licking at my rigid shaft. When I asked her, in a strangled voice, if she knew what it was, she said she would have to really take it in her mouth in order to be sure. She then brought her mouth down over it and began to suck it slowly, still using her tongue on the underside. She did this for several minutes, until I couldn’t take it anymore, and pulled out just in time to keep myself from coming.

Again I asked her if she could identify the item. She smiled up at me, still with her blindfold in place, and said that if I would just give her a little more time, she was sure she could figure it out. With that she slid off the chair and went down on her knees in front of me. Before taking me back in her mouth, she took both her tits in her hands, her fingers twisting and tugging at her nipples until they stuck out about half an inch. She then devoured my cock once more and proceeded to give me one of the best blowjobs ever.

It only took about five minutes before I groaned and shot my load down her throat. Daisy took it all, and then kept sucking and licking my shaft until it stood tall again. I couldn’t believe it! She stood up then and asked me to sit in my chair. When I did so she straddled my lap and lowered herself down over my dick until she was setting on my balls. She leaned forward then and whispered in my ear, “Please don’t move, I am about to come.” A moment later I felt the muscles of her pussy start to twitch, and then they clamped down on me like a vise, and she was coming, rocking back and forth and moaning in my ear about how good it felt.

Once she got her breath back, she kissed my ear and then whispered that she thought she knew what it was all right, but she just wanted to finish checking it out. I told her to take all the time she needed; I certainly didn’t want to rush her.

Daisy then pulled away from me, but only long enough to stand up and turn around before settling back on my rigid cock, this time with her back to me. She reached down and took both my hands in hers, bringing one of them to her right breast and the other to her crotch, guiding my fingers to her clit. She then told me to pull at her nipples as I played with her clit, which I happily did. Soon she was moaning loudly and rocking back and forth like before. Her pulsating cunt clutched frantically at my dick as she came harder and longer than the first time.

Once she got her breath back, Daisy placed her hands on my knees and started to push herself up and down, riding the length of my rod. She rode me hard for about eight minutes before I lost control and blasted deep inside her. This sent her over the edge yet again, and she collapsed back against me as her spasming pussy milked every last drop of come from my astonished dick.

Once I had softened and slipped out of her, she got down between my legs again and avidly licked and sucked at my flaccid tool, cleaning it off with her lips and tongue. Then she smiled up at me again. “I’m ready to take a guess now,” she told me. “I don’t think that was a fruit or a vegetable at all. I think it was my new boss’s dick!”

I reached down then and removed the blindfold. “Congratulations,” I told her. “You’ve just got yourself a job.”

Daisy smiled happily at that, but she made no move to get up as she toyed idly with my dick and balls. She then asked me how much the job paid. I told her I was thinking maybe 10 dollars an hour. She was silent for a moment, then leaned forward, taking my dick back in her mouth. She sucked it for several minutes, till it started to stiffen once more. She then let it go, but continued to fondle my balls as she asked me if I didn’t think I could do a little better than that. Well, I said, maybe I could do 15.

Daisy was looking me right in the eye now as she went on playing with my dick, stroking it up and down and occasionally giving it a sexy suck. She said she was hoping for more like 20 an hour, seeing that she would do whatever the boss wanted. At any time. When I still hesitated, she let go of my cock and got on all fours, then reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart, offering me a clear view of her tight-looking rectum.

“I’ve only done this once before,” she told me. “But there’s nothing I won’t do for a really generous boss.”

I didn’t know whether to believe her or not, but it didn’t matter. As I got down behind her and placed the tip of my dick against her back door, she looked over her shoulder and said, “Twenty?”

“Twenty,” I said huskily, and pushed into her.

She starts on Monday —