Chapter 5 - The Baker


The Old Bakery was a small-time place which made sense for the rural part of England that Erica lived in, though it made enough to ship to several nearby places that were similarly sized. 

 The day she went in to see about getting a job there, it was the owner himself, Rob, that conducted the interview. He was a massive man with a balding head, jowls, and hands that looked strong enough to wrestle a bear, let alone dough.

 All the girls she knew that talked about working there seemed content so she was relieved when Rob said she could work there too. “You’ll have to be in here early, though.”

“Like six, or?...” 

 He raised his gaze and burst out laughing. “Six? Bread goes out at six, missy. That’s when you leave. You’ll come in at ten. PM, that is.” 

 Erica arrived ready to make a good impression. There were a few other girls waiting at the back to enter, all of them around her age. “You gals also going for the night shift?” They nodded.

 Another girl arrived after that looking as confused as she did, and the two broke a conversation and became friends. She was a redhead by the name of Chloe, and she too came in for her first day on the job. “Hope it’s not too bad in there,” she said.

 As the front of the bakery closed down for the night, they entered and went to change. Erica saw the uniforms of the girls that worked there and thought they looked a little too tight, but still bearable by most standards. 

 When she opened her locker, she expected to find a similar type of uniform waiting for her, but instead there was only a pink apron. 

 Erica saw that Chloe found the same thing in her locker. “Is this what we’re supposed to wear?” they asked the other three that were chatting and joking around. 

“Yeah, that’s it,” one of them said in passing, too distracted by the conversation about some YouTuber. 

 Erica and Chloe noticed the aprons were tight, but they did their best to tie them at the back for one another. After they finished, one of the other girls took off her jeans and noticed them. “What are you doing?” she asked.

 Erica raised her brows. “Huh?”

“Why are you still wearing clothes? You have to take everything off except the apron.”

“Are you serious? But then won’t… he see us?” 

 The other girl looked away as she answered the question. Her brows arched arrogantly but her tone was lower and not so confident. “Wait till you see how hot it is in there. It’s for your own good.” 

 Erica and Chloe talked to one another and decided to wait for the owner. This wasn’t something they were warned about, and going by what they saw on the sellers at the bakery they just assumed they’d be wearing the same thing.

 Just a few moments later, Rob popped through the locker door without knocking. “Ready, girls? What are you two doing?” he asked with dismay as he looked at Erica. “Why are you wearing your clothes?”

“I told them, sir,” said the other girl. “But they won’t listen.”

“I can’t just get naked…” said Erica. 

 Rob stepped in properly and closed the door. He came over to Erica and Chloe, looking at them both. “Girls,” he said thoughtfully. “This is for your own good. The heat in there would make you go mad if you kept your clothes on. I can’t in good faith let you go work like this. Can you imagine what would happen to me if you got a heat stroke? So, come on, then. Take this stuff off and let’s get to work.” 

 The other three were all done changing, standing besides Rob in nothing but their aprons. There was so little of the pink fabric that it couldn’t be stretched to cover both the nipples no matter what, and could only barely be called an apron at all. But if they were uncomfortable or weirded out they showed no signs of it. 

 Feeling peer pressure, Erica and Chloe exchanged glances and did the same. They turned so Rob wouldn’t see their naked breasts and put on the aprons, then stood nervously before him, all ready to go. 

“Lovely,” said Rob. “You girls are just about ready.” 

 He took a step closer and put his hand over Erica’s breasts and began to massage them. “Sir…” she said in protest.

“Don’t worry, love. I’m just checking to see if you’ve got any lumps or anything else in there. I was a trained specialist before I turned to baking. I’d feel guilty if I didn’t put my knowledge to good use.” 

 He started over the apron, but after just a few gropes slid his fingers underneath and felt her naked breasts directly. Erica gritted her teeth and kept her cool. There was no smile on his face, only the cool look of a man doing his job.

“Would you mind checking me as well, Erica?”

“Excuse me, sir?” 

 He unzipped his pants and let them drop loudly to the floor. His rock hard cock sprang out by itself, throbbing so wildly that it moved against her thighs and stomach. “Feel my balls and tell me if there’s anything wrong with them. But take your time. We need to make sure.” 

 By now Erica was convinced that the guy was just using them and saw no point in pretending it was just all a big misunderstanding. But it was far too late to pack up and go home, especially now that he had already played with her tits. Angry, she stared into his eyes and moved her hands down to cup his heavy balls. 

 They felt immense in her hands, though the wrinkled texture made her skin crawl. 

 Rob groped her so hard that it was starting to hurt. His fingers pushed deep into the tissue as if she really were just dough in his hands. “Would you mind stroking it too? Just to make sure.” 

 Erica grit her teeth. “Not at all, sir.” 

 She let him ravage her breasts and stroked him with both her hands, though he was so big that a third might have been needed to do it the way he wanted her to. 

 He came unexpectedly and without a show of emotion or even a noise. The first rope of cum just left his cock and hit her apron, and at that moment he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees. 

 Rob took full control of his cock and held it over her face as he went on coming, expelling seed constantly for what felt like ages, till Erica was sure it was oozing down every part of her body. 

“Sorry about that, love. Sometimes the check-up just gets me too damned irritated. Easier to wash it off your body than mop it off the floor.”

 Eyes closed, she swallowed her rage. “That’s all right, sir.” 

 Rob lifted her back up and rubbed the cum into her massive tits and the rest of her body till the apron looked like little more than a wet and see-through piece of paper glued to her body. 

“I think you’re fine,” he told her. “At least for now.” 

 He moved on to Chloe without another word and Erica glared quietly at him as he began to harass her new friend in the same way. It took him half an hour to go through all five of the girls, and they were all drenched by the time he finished.

 He checked the time on his wrist watch and sighed wistfully. “Well, 10:30 girls. Time to get to work.” 

 Erica hoped that it would end with that. But the moment she stepped in the kitchen and started working at kneading dough with the rest of the girls, Rob passed from one to the other making use of them however he wanted.
 Most of the time he would just grope them from behind and come so much across their backs that they were constantly standing in pools of his seed and splashing around. There was nothing they could do but respond politely to his questions and work as hard as they could in spite of it all.
