Hot Shopgirl's Top-Shelf Romps with Elderly Boss

By D.F. Darke

When tantalizing 18-year-old Tasha takes a summer job at the local grocery store, she knew the elderly manager was a bit of a groper—but the hot teen didn't realize how perverted the old codger actually was, and she has a lot of fun finding out. More dirty goings-on from the pen of filth-meister DF Darke, as young and old go at each other with no inhibitions.

Extract
Mr. Munkton ushered me through to the back, his hand gently resting on my lower back, slipping slyly to my bottom as I passed through the doorway.
We were in his office. It smelled moldy. There was a desk with a computer. A step ladder stood next to a shelf filled with box files. A wall planner was pinned up behind the desk, dotted with colored markers. A calendar depicting pin-ups in states of undress hung on the wall. Miss July was a partly dressed rural girl with big boobs, displayed on a haystack. I noticed that the 7th of July—today—had the letter “I” written in it: interview, I guess.
Mr. Munkton locked the door and said, “Make sure we have privacy, eh?”
I shivered slightly, and a rush of something—excitement?; repulsion?—ran through me, coming to rest in a simmering state right between my thighs.
The situation was laced with disgustingly delicious potential: me, a sexy, blonde 18-year-old; him, a scrawny, smelly, and quite ugly old man.
Never the twain shall meet, I thought (apart from at our genitals!)
He leaned on the desk, looked me up and down again and said, “So, Tasha, you look delicious. You have lovely, long legs, a sexy figure.”
He was eyeing me. Gawping, looking at my tits, my legs. All the places he shouldn’t have been looking at during an interview.
“Sit down, won’t you, you gorgeous young thing,” he said, sitting himself.
I sat, crossed my long, toned legs, made sure my short dress hitched up my thighs to display by toned pins. His eyes got even wider, and he made a wet sound with his mouth. He leaned over the desk to look down at my legs. He actually did that, would you believe.
Brazen, I thought.
I smiled, though; a big, white, glamorous smile. And I flicked my long, blonde hair and fluttered my eyelashes.
He leaned back a little. “Now, Tasha, sexy girl, why do you want to work for old Mr. Munkton?”
“Well, Mr. Munkton, I’m very much interested in retail, and—”
“Is it because I’m a handsome stud” he said, “whose makes your knickers hot every time you think about me?
I giggled. Oddly, my knickers were getting quite hot.
I flirtatiously said, “That’s part of the reason, of course.”
He laughed again. Showed off his dirty teeth.
“You any good with heights, love?”
“I think I’m all right.”
“You’ll be standing on step ladders, you see.”
“I think I can cope with that.”
“I’ll be holding it, of course; make sure you don’t fall, eh?”
“How chivalrous of you,” I said in a flirty way.
He cackled in a filthy way, clapped his hand, and said, “Let’s give you a test.”
He got up and came round to my side of the desk. He was too close, and I leaned back, slightly intimidated, but quite intrigued at the same time. He told me to “get up that step ladder,” pointing at the frame. I stood and as I did, my dress rode up my thighs. It was astonishingly short in the first place, so the hem really was inches from my knickers when I stood. I wiggled it down, which gave Mr. Munkton a little thrill, no doubt.
He looked up at me, his piggy little eyes blinking, his big pink tongue licking at his lips. And without warning cupped by boobs.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rebecca Ryatt
• Release date: Feb 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005567248

D.F. Darke

D.F. Darke is an Englishman from Hampshire. During his working life he was a handyman. He’d like to think he’s still a bit of a handy man, now. The ladies might not agree, though. He is in his 80s and has been writing dirty stories all his life — but it’s only in the past few years that he’s had the confidence to dig them out, type them up, and publish them. He supports Southampton Football Club in England and would really like to be a porn star. He’s got a Twitter account, @df_darke.

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Hot Shopgirl’s Top-Shelf Romps With Elderly Boss

Filthy Age Gap Groping in the Grocery Store

D.F. Darke

Copyright © 2022 by D.F. Darke

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Contents

1. Chapter 1

2. Chapter 2

3. Chapter 3

4. Chapter 4

5. Other books by D.F. Darke

About Author

Chapter 1

MR. MUNKTON LED me into the office at the back of his grocery store. I was having an interview for a summer job at his store—helping out during college break.

Mr. Munkton was 75. A short, skinny, filthy old man, who smelled a bit musty, and wore this funny old hat all the time. He needed thick glasses, which he had to nudge back up his nose constantly, and he had rotten teeth.

Basically, my type. I don’t know why, but that’s what turns me on.

Anyway, he ran the grocery store, like I say. He should have retired years before, but apparently, he loved what he did.

Turned out, he loved employing young women and, well, teaching them the business.

He was very well known around town. Always cheeky with the girls, making inappropriate remarks.

He would say things like, Oh, your knickers must be very wet after your date last night, sweetheart, and, Oh, show me your bum and I’ll give you carrot for free.

Lots of local girls had always helped him because his wife wasn’t interested in the shop. She probably wasn’t interested in what got him going either, if you get my meaning. She liked shopping, apparently. Mostly at the large retail outlet outside of town. She probably wouldn’t have been so keen to go to the mall had she known what her husband was up to with