My attraction to him was so wrong. He was in a relationship. A good relationship. Although I never saw them together - once a week he and his friends came into the bar where I waitressed - there were many times when I was serving their table that I overheard him talking to her on the phone. His tone was always happy and loving when he spoke to her. When he said I love you to her, there wasn't a doubt in my mind that he meant it. I thought she was a very lucky girl.
I wasn't jealous of her. The last thing in the world I wanted was another boyfriend. The men I had dated previously were all so possesive and jealous. I was sick of men thinking that I was their property and was enjoying being single. That said, I still couldn't help but want him. He was so sexy. His looks were killer. He had a lean firm body that was easy to admire behind his fitted shirts and faded jeans. Dark thick hair covered his head. It wasn't long but it wasn't short either...long enough to run fingers through....oh god how I wanted to run my fingers through that hair. And he was so fucking nice. He had an easy charm that made you feel special, even if you were just a waitress getting him and his friends drinks.
His smile was wicked though. He flirted with me often and was generous with tips - which in customer speak usually meant I want to fuck you. And god I wanted to fuck him. I often caught his eyes moving over my body, his dark eyes smoky with want as they roamed up my legs to the hem of the short tight black skirt that the bar required all the waitresses to wear.
On one particular night, he was in the bar with his friends watching the game. It was the finals and the bar was packed with testosterone filled, jersey laden, face painted, beer drinking sports fans. The noise level was at an all time high and I was run off my feet serving the rowdy, beer swilling crowd. Although I kept a close eye on their table, I was much to busy to stop and flirt with my favorite customer that night.
I was working a six hour shift, which meant I got a half hour break for supper. Due to the packed bar, I decided to take my break in the staff/green room. It had a small kitchenette - microwave, fridge, coffee maker etc as well as a couch and TV. This is where the staff took their breaks. The room also doubled as a green room for bands to relax in before and after live shows as well, so it actually had 3 entrances...one to the outside back of the building - the bands loaded/unloaded their equipment through here and staff came in and out through this entrance as well... one to the stage - for obvious reasons... and one that opened to the hall where the bathrooms were located - the one used by the staff at breaktime. Unless the bar was dead or there was a band playing (in those cases we usually just stayed at the bar for our break anyway) we each took turns taking supper, which meant we each had the room to ourselves during our breaks.
I was making my way down the hall when I heard his voice coming from the back alcove (once upon a time, this space was used to hold public payphones away from the noise of the bar, they were removed when cellphones became the norm and nobody was using them). Now customers used this space to make phone calls from their cellphones if the bar was too noisy. The whole area back here and in the staff room were soundproofed when the place was renovated from a restaurant to a bar with live music, so even though the bar was busy and loud, I could hear what he was saying as I got closer.
"Oh baby, I miss you too. You know I'd be there with you if I hadn't had to work today."
Oh my god, she's away!! What I heard next stopped me in my tracks, I was just around the corner from him and even though I don't make it a habit to eavesdrop, I couldn't move....his voice, his words held me in place.
"If I was there with you now baby, I'd be moving my tongue all around that pretty little pussy of yours." There's a pause as he listens, then he gives a low soft chuckle and continues.
"You like that baby? Mmmmmmmm, you taste so fucking good.... I slide my finger deep into your soft, tight pussy, moving in and out while my lips pinch your hard, swollen clit."
Oh my fucking god! This is so fucking hot!. My own hand moved to the hem of my skirt, my fingers dipping underneath to rub the throbbing ache his words caused in me. I closed my eyes and I leaned my head and my shoulder against the wall as I lost myself in his soft, deep, sexy voice.
"Oh fuck baby, you are so sweet... I just want to breath you in, feel you, taste you... cum for me baby... drip your sweet juices into my mouth."
My fingers moved more vigorously on my clit through my now wet panties.... rubbing hard, imagining his tongue and lips. I bit down on the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning out loud. My eyes opened and I was stunned to see him looking at me. He had moved to the other side of the alcove and with the phone still to his ear, he was watching me with a dark, lustful stare.
"Did you cum, baby?" He was speaking into the phone but his eyes were locked on mine. "Hmmmm, I'm glad.... goodnight baby, I love you, see you tomorrow."
He ended his call and moved in front of me. He whispered in my ear, "Do you need a hand with that?" At the same time his hand covered mine, his fingers pressing against mine, adding more pressure to my hard, throbbing clit. I gasped at the pleasure. "Oh baby," he continued, "I love someone else but fuck you're hot. I want to fuck your hot little pussy." My body was on fire! I had to fuck him! Now!
Circling away from him, I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the staff room and closing the door behind us. Immediately his hands were on me. One on my ass, his fingers already between my legs and under my panties, the other on my tits squeezing hard.
I moaned and pressed myself closer into him, my tongue in his mouth as his lips pressed down hard on mine. I rubbed my body against his, delighted in the hard, thick length I could feel pressed into my lower belly. He moved his lips over my jaw, kissing hard and nipping at my neck with his lips and teeth. He pushed two fingers deep inside and growled in my ear, "You're a naughty little girl, aren't you? Tell me you want me to fuck you."
My body was alight, my tits aching and swollen, every nerve on high alert. I rocked my hips against him, my cunt contracting, fucking his fingers and moaned, "Oh yes please! Please baby, please fuck me!"
He half dragged, half carried me across the room to the back of the couch. Swinging me around, he bent me over the back of the couch and kicked the inside of my feet to spread my legs. He pushed my skirt up and pulled my panties to my knees exposing my bare ass and glistening pussy to him.
"Mmmmmm, you are a bad girl," he said huskily, then slapped my ass...hard. I cried out, my torso raising. "Are you my fucking bad little slut?" he asked, then slapped my ass again hard. This time his fingers brushed against my pussy lips, sending an electrical charge through me causing me to moan a resounding "YES" to him.
He spread my ass cheeks wide, running his tongue from my clit, along my pussy lips and up to my asshole. His tongue circled my asshole before pushing it's way into the tight opening. Holy fuck! It felt incredible! His tongue and lips moved back down to tongue fuck my cunt as his thumb entered my ass. I pushed myself back against his face.
He stood and demanded again as I heard his buckle and the zipper of his jeans come down, "Tell me you want me to fuck you."
"Oh fuck yes, baby... please fuck me," I moaned and meant every pleading word. My body ripe with desire and lust. I felt his cock spreading my pussy lips apart, rubbing my cunt. I felt his hand entangling in my hair, getting a grip. "Tell me you want me to fuck you hard," his voice husky, thick with passion and urgency.
"Please baby, please fuck me hard!" The words barely out of my mouth when he drove the full length of his hard, thick, long cock deep inside me. His hands pulled my hair, forcing me to arch my back. His pelvis slamming into to my ass. He drove himself into me again and again, forcing me to cry out as his huge cock threatened to break me in half. His hands gripping my hair and pulling, I was powerless to do anything but take it. With every thrust he grunted and I knew he was operating on pure animal lust. The couch bucked with force of his thrusts....and fuck it felt good.
He pulled out of my cunt and I felt the head of his cock at my asshole. Wet and slippery from my juices, he slipped inside my ass, stretching the tight opening to accommodate him. He moved much more gently now and I could tell by his ragged breathing that he was close to orgasm.
The pain was hot and erotic...my skin broke out in a sheen of sweat and I forced myself to relax, knowing that any tension would cause me pain. One of his hands was squeezing my ass cheek while the other moved between my legs to find my clit. He pressed down on it, rubbing in a circular motion...the sensations were too much and I felt my pussy contracting, starting to spasm. He pushed all the way inside me and held as I cried out. The blood left my head and all the muscles in my body stiffened and stretched. "Oh fuck YES! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
My ass clamped tightly around his throbbing cock as my pussy spasmed and squirted its juices all over his balls. He groaned and moved his hand from my ass cheek back to my hair. He thrust into me hard twice more, slipping his fingers into me. "Tell me how much you love it baby!"
I was in ecstasy, his fingers sending me into multiple orgasms. My legs began to shake uncontrollably and I screamed, "I FUCKING LOVE THE WAY YOU FUCK ME BABY!"
He pulled out of me, my asshole contracting violently and I felt his hot cum squirting onto my ass. I lay there collapsed over the back of the couch, his cum dripping down my thighs, panting for my breath as the air cooled my stinging hot cunt and asshole. I heard him pulling up his jeans and he moved around the couch and crouched down. His hand gently pushed my long hair aside and away from my face.
"You are so hot baby," he whispered and kissed my lips gently, licking them. "Thank you."
He turned and slipped out the door, back to the bar and his friends. I looked at my watch... I had 5 mins left in my supper break. I gathered myself up and cleaned with myself with paper towels at the sink. I knew he would always choose her over me and that was okay with me. I didn't love him but fuck he felt good inside me. I smiled.... every time they had a fight, every time she was away... he'd be back.