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Open for Closing

(Jolie asked) ‘One more for you?’

(I declined) ‘No thanks. I’m working tomorrow.’

‘Okay then. One more for me.’

The day-one staff poured herself another shot of vodka and emptied it as quickly as the first, tipping her off balance as the alcohol hit her twice in a row. Having survived a Saturday night with Jolie, a new hire I worry would bail knowing that we were the only two staff, I had nothing but admiration for her.

While I leaned against a two-door fridge for support, she squeezed into the gap between me and the bar counter.

(She asked) ‘So you are just heading home now?’

‘Yeah. Yourself?’

‘If you are not going to drink, then yes.’

‘Haha. You know I have work tomorrow right? You’ve been awesome today anyway. You should rest.’

Thinking back, I was initially sceptical about her outfit of a bralet and high-waist shorts, but I was later so overwhelmed that I completely forgot about warning her against it. Now that she was standing so closely to me, I realised how her clothes had blended her in with the guests.

(She whispered) ‘You.. ‘

Along with that, her hands were running up my belly to my neck, something I had experienced with drunken customers but not colleagues. Just as she brought them back down to my stomach, my thoughts of it being over was clearly wrong.

As soon as she fiddled with my belt, I instinctively stopped her.

(I said firmly) ‘No.’

‘Let me impress you more.’

‘You’ve done enough.’

Unable to see past the determination in her eyes, she maneuvered her arms out of her bralet and pushed everything downward to her septum piercing. Braless, perky and erected, they told me everything of the mood she was in.

(I reiterated) ‘No.’

I grabbed her wrists and put them on the counter behind her, to which she snarled at me spitefully.

‘FINE!.. no hands.’

She did a little hop to sit atop the counter, squeezing her breasts together to raise them to my mouth-level.

(She suggested playfully) ‘Milk milk?’

‘Fine. No hands.’

I granted her wish and suckled on those hard nipples, giving my work principles the finger. As my face got buried in her voluptuous chest, my hands had already gone to work to free my willy.

Minutes later, I rose breathlessly onto my feet and surprised her with my twitching cock. Seeing how our hips were not aligned due to the height of the table, she slid off the counter and went all the way down on her knees, hands hovering around my groin while recalling the ‘no hands’ clause.

Her luscious lips immediately went over the tip and took half of it into her mouth, lubricating my pipe as she shoved her face deeper. If not for the music still blaring from the speakers, it would have been so awkward to hear myself.

Constantly gasping at the depth she was face-fucking me at, my knees, arms, mind, were all in a mush. To top that mind-blowing sensation off, her tongue remained relaxed under my shaft as she sucked me faster and harder, increasing at approximately the same pace my urge was building up.

(I exclaimed) ‘Jo! Stop now.. ‘

(She inhaled deeply) ‘AHHH!’

She bounced back up to show me the mess I caused around her lips, at the same time guiding my cock to the other mess I stirred below her waistline. In a swift move, she plopped one bare feet onto the edge of the fridge behind me, revealing the most exotic position I had ever come across.

‘Still no hands?’

(I replied) ‘Yes.’

I stood upright before her and did a few squats to find the sweet spot. Once I located the entry point, she shifted her feet to widen the gap so I could.. slide right in.

(At the same time) ‘AHHHHH.. ‘

I instantly slapped my palms on her ass and let her raise both feet, so I could begin hammering my nail. Thanks to the sturdy furniture, and music, we went at it like long-lost lovers, experiencing the unbelievable sensation of plunging a hard, thick cock into a tight, wet pussy repeatedly without mercy.

Jolie was just clawing me all over my back, while I kneaded her C-cups into a pulp. There was just no stopping us as we ravaged the souls of each other through our genitals.

‘FUCK! I’M COMING AGAIN! OH SHIT! THIS IS BIG! THIS IS.. AHHHHH!’

Three more thrusts delivered the hardest squeeze of her vaginal muscles I had ever experienced that night, along with unrestrained squirting of her nectar onto my groin. Loud dripping noises brought satisfied grins to our faces, but I was not yet done.

(She requested) ‘Wait wait.. let me down.. ‘

I yanked my cock out and let her crumble onto the floor where I suspected was wet, before watching her stuff her face full of my cock. Her hands signalled for mine and they were firmly placed behind her head.

She made herself clear.

Without further ado, I helped myself to her mouth and pumped her relentlessly. What disturbed me the most was actually her hands that were on mine over her hair. She had kept them pressed no matter how badly she choked, shoving her face forward if I even paused for a second.

Combine that with a constricting throat, I lost control of my voice just as I felt the inevitable arrive. The hardest pull (into my groin) came as I fired my load, presenting the rewards of my ‘hard’ work right down her throat.

At last, I released my grip on her and I joined her on the floor where she sighed so many laughs.

(I asked) ‘You alright?’

‘You’re alright. Good too.’

We took a moment to rest as well as get dressed, before heading our separate ways for home. Somehow, what we did earlier spilled over to a ton of sexting and short clips to keep me desiring her.

(Text from boss) ‘Had a good time? I’ve put her on schedule tomorrow.’

Of course, the thrilling, twenty-minute long clip of my tryst with Jolie, that came attached to that text, came from a strategically-placed CCTV.

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Dirty Dancing

‘fuck.. how did we end up here? I’m married!’

Her hand made another up-down stroke across Jay’s crotch as he smiled, confident about his very tool that was driving the milf’s mind wild.

‘Yeah.. how did we end up here, with your hand.. ‘

‘Shhh! Mmmm!’

Her lips smacked hard onto his and proceeded to wrap those slim fingers around his shaft, punishing his incessant teasing with a tight squeeze. With every passing second they made out in a corner outside the toilets, her imagination only carried her further as her fingers were pried outward, signifying his growing urge, and her appeal of a hot, sexy wife.

That piece of cock in her hand had lengthened and widened so much that she could not just appease it with her hand anymore. Using her years of experience with her insatiable husband, she knew how to make him even more – desperate.

Once his belt and zipper was undone, she bent over at his side to take his glorious cock into her mouth, firstly just the tip to really get him worked up. Amidst the groans and fidgeting, Jay had slid his hand down into her bareback dress, and between the crevice of her ass.

A wet, hot slit was all the cues he needed to force a finger in, to get a response that sent goosebumps up his spine. She had put him so deep down her throat that it shocked and pleased him, at the same time.

As soon as the door of the handicap toilet swung open for a dishevelled couple to stumble out of, she dragged him in and roughly shoved him onto the opened toilet bowl. Straddling atop his lap without hesitation, the insertion only took a few seconds before she was rocking her hips back and forth in a trance.

Narrower than how he imagined wives to be, he didn’t take long to start struggling in despair. He could feel blood getting sucked into his weiner, filling her hole up with more meat than he could manage. His mind, was long gone when she rubbed her clit to orgasm.

She tucked her face into his neck and sucked so hard that he had to do the same to contain his voice, still getting ridden like a confused stallion.

(She whispered) ‘You are.. fucking.. huge! ARGHH!’

Another climax comprising of a brief jet of fluid came at his belly, flowing around and off his balls that were getting juggled to oblivion. The bigger he got, the tighter she felt.

(He whispered loudly) ‘I’m cumming! I’M CUMMING!’

‘OH FUCK YES! YES!’

Jay abruptly stood up to pin her against the wall behind her and continued to lay the hardest, most merciless thrusts at the unforgiving woman until his balls cocked, and flushed the entirety of his cum into her pussy.

As for her, she simply threw her arms around him and bounced up and down on his eruption point, for every drop down to almost an ‘overdraft’. He finally slumped back onto the toilet and let her did what she wanted, that was getting off his dick and going down on him again.

The ensuring moment only drained him of all remaining strength, leaving him breathless but completely satisfied. She dutifully helped him get dressed, then led him out back onto the dancefloor.

Throughout the next fifteen minutes they danced so dirtily, his fingers wriggled inside her cum-filled hole, to smear his liquid love all over her legs.

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Workplace Pussy

‘BOSS! Will you be working here till late?’

‘I guess? This is the only time I can focus on numbers.’

‘YAY!’

The newest staff, a customer-turned waitress whose voice was one of the most energetic I’ve ever heard, joined me at the table with her pint of 1664, leaning uncomfortably close to watch my screen filled with numbers. Although I had hired her for her good impression my other staff have of her (without F&B experience), she quickly earned her place with her accelerated learning speed.

‘Oh! I’ve used this software before! They taught us in school.’

‘Seriously? You only tell me now?’

‘Well, you never asked.’

She then gave me a smile that would make any man fall for her if not for our boss-staff relationship, before nudging me out of my seat with her bum. A minute or two was all she needed to make sense of the documents I was referring to, typing quickly to fill up the cells with numbers.

‘Boss.. how much would you have to pay for someone else to do this?’

‘Hmm.. good question. I think around three hundred per month? Why? You want me to review your salary ah?’

‘No lah. I was thinking of.. ‘

‘Of what?’

‘Hehe. You can.. make one of my wishes come true.’

‘Which is?’

A long silence filled with rapid, clicky keys created the unnerving ambience as I awaited her response, that I couldn’t imagine what they might be. She was that kind of independent, problem-solving type of girls that seemed totally capable of getting anything she wanted.

(In her contrasting soft tone) ‘You can make me feel good.. ‘

‘A massage?’

She gave the screen a smile as she took one hand off the keyboard, to place one of my hands on her thigh. Soft, smooth, and supple, the skirt she changed (after work) into stopped about a palm’s width before her knees. A simple motion of lifting her hems a little higher, immediately clarified the question of ‘how to make her feel good’.

(She said while typing) ‘This, will go a long way.’

‘Clara, are you for real?’

‘Try me.’

Seated at the far end of the pub’s main dining area, enough lights had been turned off for one man, supposedly me, to work alone. Both of us knew that we were as good as invisible from this location. What’s left, was simply the issue of principles.

‘C’mon.. I’m waiting.’

A part of me felt honoured to be doing ‘this’ with/ for a girl as desirable as her, but another part felt.. eighteen, that’s how old she was. My mind couldn’t stop fantasising in both directions as I slipped my hand under her skirt, to finally come in contact with the absence of any panties.

‘You’re ready aren’t you?’

‘HEY! I wore something to work k! I just took it off when I changed out of the uniform.’

My index and middle finger than separated from the rest as I seek out her clit, a task easy to fulfill once I traced upward her slit. I understood the momentary pause in her typing when I gave it a jerk, but was more impressed after when she worked so much faster.

Her legs had spread wide apart for me to really reach every corner, while we had our eyes fixated on the paperwork that was close to completion.

‘A few more.. gasp seconds.. ‘

‘You can take your.. ‘

‘NO! I want this!’

A sudden grip on my groin instinctively caused me to shove those two fingers into her pussy, before she released my cock so she could finish inserting the final figure.

‘AHH! YES! I’M DONE!’

She turned her attention to me as soon as she saved everything, pulling off her grey t-shirt without warning for me to see the black, tie-back bikini top she wore under. Padless, undersized, her nipples were poking against the small triangles really desperately.

While she undid my belt and jeans, I continued fingering her in an attempt to disrupt her progress. Nonetheless, I was down to nothing (bottom-naked) after a fierce struggle and her reciprocating ‘massage’ sparked some really lewd noises from both of us.

(In her sexual voice) ‘This is why I chose to work here.. ‘

‘Sex?’

‘Nooooo! .. YOU!’

A shove of my chest easily put me onto my back for what she had been planning for, a blowjob that instantly blew out of proportion when her lips touched my cock. Fierce, eager and crazy, the ends from her messy head of hair added to the sensation when they dangled over my thighs. Ticklish and sexed up, I was flopping in the semi-circle lounge seat like a fish on dry land.

(She asked with a cock in her mouth) ‘Ahh you kaming?’

‘Far from it!’

‘HUH!’

The moment she stopped sucking, I pulled myself up and toppled her onto her back, giving her no chance to react once I leaned over her chest. She could already imagine where my cock was waiting.

(I asked) ‘Ready?’

‘Fuck yes.. I am.. ‘

I carefully arched my back inward, just letting the tip touch her pussy for fun’s sake. As interesting as it was to see her anticipating look, I learnt my lesson (not to tease for too long) when she grabbed my dick, threw her legs around my hips, and lifted herself off the seat to ‘penetrate’ herself.

We took off like a daddy rabbit meeting a barely-legal one after ten years! That one pint I had before starting work had helped desensitised my erection, while she got unbelievably wet after she drank hers.

(She groaned agonisingly) ‘ARGHH! FUCK.. FUCKING BIG!’

At that time, it was hard to tell, if it was her who was ‘fucking’ tight, or I who was feeling a little lightheaded from the diversion of blood to my nether region.

After our core muscles were burnt out, we switched to another position that would grant her full control to literally everything.

Seated Cowgirl.

If only you could see how excited she was to plop herself on my lap, you would understand my fears of being under her control. In less than five seconds after my cock went back inside her, she was grinding in so much delight that looked sinister, rocking back and forth to simply watch me cringe.

No matter how hard I tried to overwhelm her, she had me around her fingers (or pussy in this case). All I could do, was to groan crazily to her merciless domination, and wait for it.

Five, no, ten, minutes of putting me in and out of a trance, edging me like never-before, later, she displayed a face that got me worried. I sensed something off when she stopped moving abruptly.

‘What’s happening?’

‘You’re asking me that?! I should be asking you, what’s happening?’

Dumbfounded by her response, I wasn’t feeling anything off. I was close-but-not-that-close to cumming, and it was still hard, according to my pleasure scale.

‘I don’t understand.’

She tucked her feet in and gently picked herself up from me, moaning the whole way as I popped out of her. Until she placed herself (back and away) on the round table, did I understood what was happening.

We were both staring at a dangerously swollen-looking cock.

(She asked with great concern) ‘You sure you’re feeling ok?’

‘Yeah.. I am!’

‘Okay then.’

She kept her feet by my hips as she replaced herself over my shaft, permanently keeping her eyes rolled back as she bounced atop my lap, stabbing herself over and over again into the deepest end of her sweet hole.

Unsure if she had intentionally been ‘squeezing’, the urge returned after some time and my body unconsciously began to thrust upwards. We let ourselves go at that point and embraced each other tightly as our minds went blank, for that nanosecond of void before I came.

Following the careful removal of her pussy over my pleasure-triggered cock, she slid into the narrow space between the table and myself, to gracefully hold my erection in her hopeful hand.

A kiss on the tip marked the beginning of an end, when she shook her head left and right as she forced herself to go all the way down to the base, leaving the rest of the work to her gag reflex..

..which did the job.

Ten seconds of that teary, painful sounding (and looking) deep throat was all I could take, before blasting the first load straight down her gullet. Subsequent squirts coated her throat, uvula and tongue in creamy goodness, to lips which held me from coming ‘loose’.

‘Haaa.. haaa.. Urhmm.. ‘

The gasp of air she took finally allowed us to take a break, after engaging in some unneeded workplace activities. It was probably an understatement if I said we spent fifteen minutes to catch our breathes, because she had easily caught my growing erection when we got dressed.

Well, who could I blame for the way she puts her clothes back on? I think ‘getting shit-faced drunk’ would be a good excuse for us to spend the night here, though we would really have to drink more to make it convincing for the staff who would ‘find us’.

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Coming Away

‘Elise, wait. Stop for a moment. Pause You know that everything we do from now, will be closer to wrong, and further from right, right?’

(She whispered) ‘Yes.’

‘And do you feel guilty?’

‘Yes.. Pause guilty for making someone who likes me give me up to someone who has to hurt me once too many he knew how to care for me.’

‘What? What does that even.. ‘

‘Shhh.. ‘

Her index finger on my lips silenced me right there and then, giving me no chance to nudge her sense of righteousness in the right path. Getting her message loud and clear, I understood her desire to thank me for all I have done, albeit in a slightly special way.

Sliding her hands sensually down to my hips, the wide table I sat on provided space for me to lean back as she undid my jeans, in slow, but unwavering steps.

First, a squeeze on the buckle of my belt. Second, a pinch to unbutton my jeans. And lastly, a tug of my zipper than sent the most unnerving clicks up my spine.

I couldn’t believe how lucky, or saddening, it was for her to do this for me, since it also marked our final days to throw around suggestive remarks.

(She asked) ‘Would you like to undo my skirt? The zip is at the side.’

The maroon flare skirt didn’t spend a second longer on her waist the moment I found the metal zip, hitting the ground gently to flash her light pink panties at me.

(She said) ‘And I’ll get that.’

A cute little wriggle brought those panties around her feet and onto the table, where my legs remained slightly ajar with no clue to how she wanted to continue.

‘Shall we move to that chair? It looks more comfortable.’

‘Sure.. ‘

I couldn’t strike up a conversation beyond those thoughts of losing her, to a guy I knew I could easily beat – in terms of care, concern and love.

After taking a seat on the low wooden chair from Ikea, she placed my feet together and climbed onto my lap near the knees, leaving a small distance between our gentials.

When she held my cock in her hand in this position, I placed a thumb over her clit and began rubbing slowly, no matter how fast she pumped my cock so I could savour this final moment of joy.

As much as I would like to say that I’m all fired up, hard and eager, what came over me was quite the opposite. A sense of pity, sorrow, yearning, didn’t let me feel to much at my nether region. I just wanted this to last as long as it could tonight.

(She whispered) ‘Umm.. are you ready?’

‘I always am – for you.’

‘Its.. kinda huge though. I’m.. ‘

The coldness I felt on her hand was certainly not from the aircon we had chilling the place at full blast, but the ongoing shiver of her shoulders told me of something else.

(I had to ask) ‘Are you worried?’

‘No. Let’s do this.’

Her bum slid down my slanted thighs to my now-twitching member, primed and conveniently pointed at her pussy that was descending over it. Just as the tip poked into her vagina, she grabbed my shoulders really hard as if reciprocating the pain she felt. I watched her bite her lips as she breathed deeper and faster, all the while taking more of me inside.

(She whispered) ‘fuck.. I don’t think I can move.. ‘

‘Can I?’

‘Will you be gentle?’

‘Maybe?’

She let a side smile escape before a gasp interrupted, just as I wrapped my arms around her back to hold her closer. To ease whatever she was going through, I could only come up with a change of position, which really weakened her when I stood up – pushing my cock further inside her pussy.

‘NGHHH!’

Her teeth sank into my shoulder from that stool to the dining table closest to us, still clamped tight even though I had pulled out a little. Seeing that there was no other way to ease her tension, I thrusted once into her and that got her gasping for more air.

Those slim legs of her automatically went around my back and jerked me right into her again, igniting the piston of pleasure for her sexual engines. Ignoring the occasional queefs, her expression changed from a glowing blush to one with a demonic grin, squeezing her pelvic muscles to ‘anger’ me.

Torn between more sex and the tempting orgasmic end, I couldn’t make up my mind in that tight, then relaxed, vagina of hers. Unsure of when, she gave up ‘torturing’ me and remained tight, a move I thought it was intentional until she backed an inch from me.

‘Shit! Arghh! I’m coming before you?!’

(I groaned loudly) ‘NO! I CAN’T.. ANYMORE! I’M CUMMING!’

I tilted myself back and leaned into her stomach where she caught my erection seamlessly, holding it at a fixed grip so I could keep thrusting, while I slipped two fingers into her pussy to finish her off as well.

Ten short seconds later, my sticky load sprayed across her chest with most of it gathering at her belly button, at the same time I felt my fingers getting crushed by her climaxing cunt. Using my last bit of energy, I rammed my hand (with fingers inside her) violently to trigger a squirting effect into the air by my hips, knocking her out onto the table where I barely had time to catch her.

Just like how instantaneous my ejaculation was, she regained consciousness within a few seconds and jumped right up, before collapsing into my chest exhausted.

(As she panted) ‘That is. the most. crazy shit I’ve ever. done.’

I held her for as long as she needed to recover her strength, and put our clothes back on, except that she went pantyless so she could leave me a parting gift.

At the backdoor where we left, she opened her arms for a hug we have always spoke about but never did, whispering something into my ears for the last(?) time.

(She whispered) ‘Wash them and I’ll change it with my worn one when I see you again. Sad to say, I’m just getting started with you.’

Over the two weeks she went silent, I learnt of her break up and met up with her soon, doing what we shouldn’t do that resulted in her desire for my cock – before my heart.

Perhaps it wasn’t just that she was after. Perhaps it’s just me, on the whole.

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Intoxicated Impulses

Her three friends did not come back for her when Anna suddenly pushed me against a wall, and forced her kisses on me. They knew what was going down that night and I wasn’t someone they couldn’t trust either. To them, I was their ‘boss’ and proved more than capable to lead them. So when she decided to spend ‘more time’ with me, they understood her then-mood and left.

We went back into the bar that I was supposed to lock after they were gone, leading me to the corner where we knew the CCTVs couldn’t see. Standing in front of a wall, we were making out as we stripped our tops off, leaving her in a pair of tight shorts that brought out the curves of her hips. Throughout the whole time, our hands were all over each other and I was getting ahead of myself then.

In a swift move, I spun her into my corner and held her wrists above her head, kissing my way down her neck, and then over her breasts once I flipped her bralet over her chest. Those hard nipples got all my attention and she was moaning so loudly as I sucked on them, occasionally nibbling till she had to press my head down so I could use my tongue instead.

After a while, I continued pecking downwards and pulled her shorts off, to which she helped me up and exchanged places with me again. It was her turn to hold my shoulders against the wall and kissed her way down to my navel, undoing my belt and jeans to access that painful hard on.

‘I haven’t done this before. Let me try.’

Her tongue licked around the shaft until it was dripping wet, and then her mouth went over the tip for a suck, one so hard that I almost fainted from the high. She had heard my groans and took it as a sign of ‘good job’, devouring my cock in an in-out motion along her lips. For a first timer, she had got my acknowledgement that she was a natural at that.

I didn’t let her continue too long and picked her up, carrying her to the table nearby with a risk of getting spotted. I raised her feet onto the table and sat under her pussy, all wet and horny when I checked her for readiness.

Without a word, my head disappeared between her thighs and I began licking her, flicking my tongue so rapidly, to make her moan so sexually for the first time. It didn’t take her long before she couldn’t take any more and jumped onto my lap, caressing my face so lovingly with eyes on me. Just inches away from my cock, it was still a safe distance from the unthinkable.

‘I’m.. I’m sorry.’

‘Don’t be. We didn’t come this far for that.’

I lifted her up again and placed her on the table, standing between her opened legs and running my fingers all over her pussy again.

‘You know it wouldn’t happen right?’

‘Yes I know.’

The kiss that followed was the softest I have ever felt, along with the moans that vibrated her lips on mine. She was edging towards the orgasm we had done so much for, and it was coming. My dick was receiving his fair share of handjob from the drunk girl, getting harder to a meaningless end.

Two or so minutes into our passionate make out, the moment she grabbed my neck onto her face was when she came, dripping all over the floor as her legs shut around my butt. We disengaged our closeness after exchanging the longest kiss, along with a tight hug that we each needed too much.

That night, we slept in each other’s arms on a couch and went home on the first buses, leaving what happened in the bar, in the bar.