Female store clerk masturbating at work while serving customers

It’s a slow day at the convenience store, the air thick with the hum of the fluorescent lights and the faint smell of stale coffee. Behind the counter, Lisa, the clerk, leans against the cool glass of the refrigerated section, her uniform skirt hiked up to her hips, exposing her bare, glistening pussy. She’s got her phone tucked under the counter, streaming some hardcore fucking, the moans of the girl on screen mingling with the distant drone of traffic outside. Her fingers dance over her clit, slick and swollen, as she watches a thick cock pound into a writhing body on the tiny screen. She can almost feel it herself, the stretch, the burn, the raw, animalistic fucking. Her breath hitches as she slips two fingers inside her cunt, fucking herself in time with the rhythm on the screen. A customer wanders in, the bell above the door chiming softly, but Lisa doesn’t stop. She just pulls her skirt down slightly, hiding her filthy secret, as she calls out a casual “Be right with you,” her voice barely concealing her lust.

She rings up the customer’s items, her pussy throbbing with each beat of her heart. As he leaves, she turns back to her phone, her eyes locked on the savage fucking unfolding on the screen. She pulls her skirt up again, her fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight, frantic circles. She can feel her orgasm building, a coiled spring ready to snap. She presses her other hand against the glass, leaving a sweaty palm print, as she fucks herself harder, faster. The store is deserted, just her and the echoes of distant traffic, the moans from her phone, and the wet sounds of her own fingers sliding in and out of her cunt. She’s close, so close, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps. And then, with a final, desperate rub of her clit, she comes, her body convulsing, her juices flooding her hand, dripping down her thighs, and pooling on the floor beneath her. She leans against the counter, her chest heaving, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she cleans her hand with a wad of tissues, ready to serve the next customer with a secret, filthy grin.