The Kitchen
I visited Adam at work last night but instead of being intoxicated with alcohol and liquor, I was intoxicated with lust for him. I couldn't control myself.
I should have been jealous but it turned me on to see a female customer flirt with him. He laughed it off not wanting to ruin a tip. I enjoyed listening to her try to be seductive, knowing that he was going to come home to me.
When I finished my second Diet Coke, I decided it was time to leave. I waved Adam over and whispered into his ear. "I'll be waiting for you tonight. No matter what time you get out of here come over to my place. I need you tonight."
He grinned. "Meet me at the back door. I'll take my smoke break and we can say goodbye."
I only waited in the cold twenty degree night thirty seconds for him to open the back door but I started to shiver. "I'm not suppose to let you in but come in."
It was the first time, I had been in the kitchen of the bar. It was empty, the kitchen staff had gone home at ten. It was also semi dark. It smelled of smoke and grease but that only made Adam's cologne smell better when he hugged me.
He held me until I stopped shivering then we kissed. "Tell the other bartender you have to go home. Tell him you're sick."
"I wish I could."
"Please." I whispered into his ear than nibbled on it. "I'll make it worth your while." I ran my fingers across his pants, feeling his dick grow hard. "I need your cock inside of me."
"You're so cruel." He grinned.
I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. I slid down to my knees in front of him. I looked up at him and he looked around the room making sure we were alone. I was hidden behind a counter but he didn't want to get caught. I went to work quickly, I didn't know how much time he had left on his break.
I put his cock in my mouth and he leaned back, bracing himself against a counter. I let him fill my mouth and it felt amazing. I didn't go slow, I ran my lips up and down his cock.
Giving him pleasure made me feel so powerful.
It seemed like forever but it couldn't have been more than ten minutes before I felt his whole body become stiff. "I'm going to cum." He started to thrust his cock into my mouth. It felt so good, I only wished it was inside my pussy.
He exploded into my mouth, filling it with cum. His cum tastes so good.
I wanted more but I knew he had to get back to work. I got up off my knees. My jeans were stained with grime and dirt but I didn't care. He kissed me on the cheek and we said "good night."
I slept naked even though it was cold in the apartment. I was rewarded when he finally got out of work. He woke me up when he pulled back my covers. I rolled over and extended my arms to him but instead, he positioned him between my legs. He was tired, couldn't keep himself from yawning but that didn't stop him from giving my pussy an amazing workout with his tongue. It didn't take him long to bring me to an orgasm but I still wanted more.
I climbed on top him, my pussy was still tender from my orgasm but I guided his cock into me. My bed makes more noise when I'm on top but that didn't seem to slow me down. I fucked him hard, riding his cock, wanting his cock to explode into me.
With me on top, his hands weren't blocked from caressing my tits. It felt so good having them squeezed, pulled and teased but it made it hard to concentrate.
He started to get close and rolled me over so he could be on top. He pounded me into the bed until he finally came again. This time his cum filled my cunt and I was in heaven. I didn't need another orgasm to feel satisfied.
He collapsed on to the bed next to me and fell asleep still inside of me. I couldn't get back to sleep for another hour but I didn't care. Everything felt right in my world.
He's still sleeping now. I want to wake him up before I go to work this afternoon but he has to work late again tonight. If I don't get anything now, maybe we'll spend some more time in the kitchen cooking things.
I should have been jealous but it turned me on to see a female customer flirt with him. He laughed it off not wanting to ruin a tip. I enjoyed listening to her try to be seductive, knowing that he was going to come home to me.
When I finished my second Diet Coke, I decided it was time to leave. I waved Adam over and whispered into his ear. "I'll be waiting for you tonight. No matter what time you get out of here come over to my place. I need you tonight."
He grinned. "Meet me at the back door. I'll take my smoke break and we can say goodbye."
I only waited in the cold twenty degree night thirty seconds for him to open the back door but I started to shiver. "I'm not suppose to let you in but come in."
It was the first time, I had been in the kitchen of the bar. It was empty, the kitchen staff had gone home at ten. It was also semi dark. It smelled of smoke and grease but that only made Adam's cologne smell better when he hugged me.
He held me until I stopped shivering then we kissed. "Tell the other bartender you have to go home. Tell him you're sick."
"I wish I could."
"Please." I whispered into his ear than nibbled on it. "I'll make it worth your while." I ran my fingers across his pants, feeling his dick grow hard. "I need your cock inside of me."
"You're so cruel." He grinned.
I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. I slid down to my knees in front of him. I looked up at him and he looked around the room making sure we were alone. I was hidden behind a counter but he didn't want to get caught. I went to work quickly, I didn't know how much time he had left on his break.
I put his cock in my mouth and he leaned back, bracing himself against a counter. I let him fill my mouth and it felt amazing. I didn't go slow, I ran my lips up and down his cock.
Giving him pleasure made me feel so powerful.
It seemed like forever but it couldn't have been more than ten minutes before I felt his whole body become stiff. "I'm going to cum." He started to thrust his cock into my mouth. It felt so good, I only wished it was inside my pussy.
He exploded into my mouth, filling it with cum. His cum tastes so good.
I wanted more but I knew he had to get back to work. I got up off my knees. My jeans were stained with grime and dirt but I didn't care. He kissed me on the cheek and we said "good night."
I slept naked even though it was cold in the apartment. I was rewarded when he finally got out of work. He woke me up when he pulled back my covers. I rolled over and extended my arms to him but instead, he positioned him between my legs. He was tired, couldn't keep himself from yawning but that didn't stop him from giving my pussy an amazing workout with his tongue. It didn't take him long to bring me to an orgasm but I still wanted more.
I climbed on top him, my pussy was still tender from my orgasm but I guided his cock into me. My bed makes more noise when I'm on top but that didn't seem to slow me down. I fucked him hard, riding his cock, wanting his cock to explode into me.
With me on top, his hands weren't blocked from caressing my tits. It felt so good having them squeezed, pulled and teased but it made it hard to concentrate.
He started to get close and rolled me over so he could be on top. He pounded me into the bed until he finally came again. This time his cum filled my cunt and I was in heaven. I didn't need another orgasm to feel satisfied.
He collapsed on to the bed next to me and fell asleep still inside of me. I couldn't get back to sleep for another hour but I didn't care. Everything felt right in my world.
He's still sleeping now. I want to wake him up before I go to work this afternoon but he has to work late again tonight. If I don't get anything now, maybe we'll spend some more time in the kitchen cooking things.

3 Comments:
At 8:42 PM, Flamsmark said…
just picking up on something that you mention once: 'Giving him pleasure made me feel so powerful.' it made me wonder. which do you prefer: your sexual power to give pleasure to your partner; the amount of pleasure that you receive from sex; or the attentiveness of your partner, and their desire to give you pleasure?
feel free to avoid answering, i'm just curious, after reading some of your posts.
At 8:17 AM, Molly said…
I prefer an even mix. At times, I love giving pleasure. At other times, I need to be pleasured. If that makes any sense.
At 5:53 PM, Flamsmark said…
perfect sense. some enjoy receiving pleasure more, some giving it more. mostly, we're a mix.
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