Sex Makes Everything Better

I planned on getting to work before my shift, early enough that I would have some private time with my boss, Neil. Just thinking about him and I wanted to slide my hand into my black stretch pants, underneath my tiny black g-string to feel my soaking wet pussy. I craved his cock, in my mouth, deep inside inside of my pussy, filling me with his cum. Unfortunately, the rush hour traffic, including a mix of construction and an accident that left two lanes closed had other plans for me.

The soaking wet feeling evaporated when I saw who I would be sharing my stretch of bar with that night.

“Cindy was doing what?” Tara asked, the blonde that wore too much makeup and always had to be in the middle of every gossip session.

“She was on her knees,” Tina her partner in crime proudly that also plastered on too much makeup said, “giving Neil a blowjob in the storage room.”

I froze. I stood close enough to them that I heard it right, but I didn’t want to believe it.

“No shit.” Tara said.

I grabbed a stack of glasses and pretended like they needed to cleaned. I didn’t want them to think that I was listening to their conversation.

“Yup.” She grinned. “I went back their to grab some bottles and saw the two of them in there.”

“Did they see you?”

“Nope. I backed out of the room before either of them noticed me.”

“Are you sure it was her?”

My eyes were focused on the glasses in front of me, but I could feel their eyes on the back of my head.

“I couldn’t see her face, but I couldn’t miss her fake blonde hair fake tits.” They both laughed.

My cheeks turned red, my blood pressure rose, I wanted to say something. However, neither of them should’ve been the focus of my anger.

Neil hid in his office half of the night, when he came out, he skipped my corner of the bar. He never skipped an excuse to talk to me before. Instead, he headed straight towards Cindy. An empty feeling took over me, yet I didn’t show any emotion on my face. The fling was fun while it lasted. I knew it had to end some time, but I didn’t expect it to end so soon.

Neil avoided me until he had to talk to me. “I need you to go work the VIP room.”

“Sure.” I gave him a fake smile and finished the putting together a Long Island Ice Tea for a customer that didn’t need anymore drinks.

“What’s wrong?”

“Just feeling a little tired.” I turned away from him to give the customer his drink.

He moved closer and whispered into my ear. “ Well, if you get a second wind. I would love for you to meet me in my office after hours.”

“We’ll see.”

“What’s wrong Amy?” Nicole, the other bartender in the VIP room asked.

“Why does everyone keep asking me that?” I answered as I checked the bar, to make sure it had everything that I needed.

“Normally, you have a huge smile on your face when I see you.”

“Sorry, it’s been a tough day. Traffic was a nightmare on the way here and it just drained all of my energy.”

She moved closer and talked so that only I could hear. “Is it about Neil?” A week or so ago, late into a girl’s night out and after a few too many margaritas I told her about my fling with our boss.

“No, not at all.”

“I assume you heard.”


“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“He’s an asshole.” She said, then looked around to make sure he wasn’t standing right behind us.

“Yeah, that’s for sure.” I laughed and a smile started creeping back up on my face. “I’m thinking that maybe I should just pretend I didn’t hear. I know that this is going to sound bad, but he invited me to his office after work tonight.”

“Amy, Amy, Amy.” She shook her head. “Don’t do that. Him and Cindy deserve each other. Neither of them know what it means to care about someone else.”

“But the sex.”

“There are plenty of other guys that would love to fuck you. Trust me.”

“How is my favorite redhead bartender?” Logan, one of the very good looking regulars stepped up to the bar.

“Speaking of the devil.” Nicole grinned, then walked away to help another customer that needed a drink.

“What’s she talking about?” He smiled, showing off what he said was his secret weapon at his sales job. I wondered about the secret weapon in his jeans.

“Don’t mind her.” I wanted to kick her, but she was now to far away. “The regular? Jack and coke?”

“Yes, please. How’s it going tonight?” He asked as I started to make his drink.

“It’s one of those days.”

“Rough one?” His eyes slid down to the cleavage flowing out of my tank top. I had to lean over to pick up the bottle of Jack, I may have stayed in that angle for his viewing pleasure for a few moments longer than I had too.

“Yeah.” I answered after I stood back up

“Make yourself a drink too. I’ll pay”

“Thanks, but we’re not allowed. If the boss man found out…never mind.” I looked around. Besides Nicole and I, the only other club employee in the room was Cindy. As usual, instead of working behind the bar, she put herself in the middle of the entertainment. She was busy flirting with two guys from the local professional baseball team. “You know, what a shot sounds good. What about one for me, you and Nicole?”


“Lemon drops like usual?”

“Works for me.”

“Coming right up.” I said as I grabbed the vodka bottle.

“Here’s to my two favorite bartenders here.” He said as the three of us held our shot glasses a few moments later. We tapped glasses, poured the shot down our throats. The bitterness of the lemon, followed by the burn of the alcohol. I spotted Cindy watching us in between the thick crowd of people.

“He so wants you.” Nicole said as we watched him walk away.

“I wish.” I couldn’t help but checking out his ass until the next person that wanted a drink blocked my view.

“He does. I saw the way he was looking at you. Ask for his number. Go over to his place after work. He’ll wait up for you. You need to get laid.”

“For being the one that is supposed to be innocent,” I said as I wiped down the bar, “you might be the horniest of us all.”

“If I wasn’t engaged, I would be all over him.”

Every time I didn’t have a drink to make, my eyes looked around the room for him. I spotted him sitting on one of the couches. An overly tan blonde with big teeth and an extra low cut halter dress, I mean down to her belly low, sat next to him. However, as they talked, I kept catching him looking my direction even when his glass didn’t need a refill.

“If you don’t do something, he’s going to go home with her.”

“What do you want me to do? Run out there, drag him away from her so she can’t talk to him anymore.”

“How are you the single one? Do I have to tell you everything? Stop acting so shy.”

He danced with the tan blonde and I wished I was in her heels. She pushed her half naked body against him, grinding against him to the beat of the music coming from the speakers. The thin lace and mesh fabric started to cling to my wet lips as I imagined him dancing in my bed. “I need to get laid.”

“I know that feeling. I’ve got the bar covered, go over there, push her out of the way and get his number.”

“I owe you one.”

“Yes you do.” She smiled and pushed me out from behind the bar.

The bass from the music vibrated inside of me, but all I could hear was my heart pounding as I made my way across the room to him.

“He didn’t see me coming, but she did.”

She flashed me a dirty look, but I walked past her and straight to him. “Hey.”

“Hey.” His face said that he wasn’t sure what I was doing on this side of the bar.

“I need your help.”


“Who the fuck are you?” The too tan blonde asked. I could see pale spots on her face that the tanning bed had missed.

“I work here.”

“I was dancing with him.”

“Yeah, I need his help or we’re going to run out of alcohol.”

“Don’t you have bar backs for that. Or a bouncer. Or something.” I started to recognize her, she worked at one of the other clubs in the area. A club that people drove past to get to here, yet we always had more people.

“Not in the VIP room and the bouncers are busy in the main room with some fight.”

“I’ll be right back.” Logan said.

No he won’t. I turned around and led him through the thick crowd.

“Thanks. I just need some help moving a keg so I can get to some bottles to refill the bar before we start running out.” I leaned against the swinging door with the “employees only” sign and looked around for anyone watching.

Nicole spotted me and mouthed, “I’ve got it covered.”

I smiled at her, then pushed the door open with my back and waved Logan in behind me.

My thong became swamp like as I hurried through the short hallway that led to the storage room.

I unlocked the door and we walked into the dark storage room, the only light came from an emergency exit sign. I looked around the room filled with glass bottles and silver kegs, imagining where the blowjob took place. I didn’t want to think about it, but I was jealous. I wished it had been me that got caught sucking his cock.

I turned around and looked at him. His eyes darted around the room. “Which keg?”

“There’s no keg that needs to be moved.” I leaned in and kissed his neck. I could taste his cologne.

“You’re crazy.” He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer. We kissed, his strong lips taking over.

“Just really horny.”

“I didn’t expect this from you.”

“I don’t know why everyone thinks I’m a good girl, but you wouldn’t believe my cravings for cock.” I slid my hand down from his neck, to his jeans. Already his erection started to form. My heart pounded, it felt like it would beat right out of my chest. “We just have to be quick.”

“No, I mean I thought you and Neil.”

“A. That was in the past. B. How did you know?”

“Cindy told me tonight.”

That bitch. She probably wanted to suck his cock too, however she wouldn’t get a chance this time until now. “Yours is the only cock I want tonight.”

“It’s all yours.”

“How about I go down on you now. Later tonight, you come over to my place and return the favor and we see what else happens.”

I didn’t wait for an answer. I slid down to my knees in front of him, kneeling so that his belt was right in front of my face. The hard cement floor didn’t feel good against my knees, but I thought of Cindy on her knees in the same room 24 hours earlier. I imagined what would happen if Neil walked in.

I undid his belt, then opened up his pants. They fell down to his ankles, even his leg muscles were well defined. My hands pulled down his boxers and freed his semi-erect cock, even half hard it looked strong.

Neil had a solid cock, thick and average length. However, it didn’t compare to Logan’s. He was thick and so very long. I slid my wet tongue up and down the bottom of his shaft, feeling his flesh. He was at least half a foot taller and some of that difference showed up in his cock too.

“I’ve starred at your lips, dreaming of having your red lips on my cock.”

“And to think, all this time I thought you were starring at my tits.”

“Them too.”

As I warmed up his cock, his powerful hands slid into my bra and cupped my tits. His strong hands were gentle with my sensitive nipples. I pulled down the tank top to my waist, then he slid the black straps off my shoulders. I pulled my tits out of the cups and looked up to see him smile. “At the bar, you make it hard to stop starring at your rack.”

“It’s not an accident.” I said as I rubbed his rock hard cock against the soft flesh of my tits.

He put his cock between my cleavage and pushed my tits together so that his cock partially disappeared between them. I moved my body up and down, so that he was titty fucking me but without lube it was just a tease for him.

My lips found the head of his cock and I was done teasing. I wrapped them around his head and slid him into my mouth, his hard cock pressing through my soft lips. I slid my lips down his shaft, his cock stretching my lips out, filling my mouth.

“What happens if we get caught back here?”

I pulled my lips back and his cock running through my lips made my knees weak. My panties were drenched. “Depends who catches us, probably I’d get fired.”

“Don’t worry about that, we could always used a redhead receptionist at my office.”

“Thanks for the offer, but I already did the boss thing…a couple of times and I don’t think I’ll do it again.”

I slid my lips up and down his cock in hurry, wanting to get him off before I really had to think about what would happen if we got caught. However, I soon found myself slowing down, taking my time my time, worshiping his cock with my lips and tongue. I explored every piece of flesh with my tongue and enjoyed every ridge with my lips. He held my shoulders, tighter when my lips or tongue hit a sensitive spot. When his head reached the entrance to my throat, I pulled my lips back.

I felt like one of the bar sluts. I wondered where else Cindy had given blowjobs in the club and to who else.

His right hand slid from my shoulder, to the back of my head. He simply rest it there at first, his fingers exploring my red hair, giving me goosebumps of pleasure. He was waiting to see if I would push it away. I didn’t.

He took over, controlling the pace and making me work harder, sliding my lips up and down him. It wasn’t just my panties that were wet now, now my jeans were damp between my legs.

He grabbed the back of my head, firmly and held me in place. He pushed his cock into my throat, I had a hard time breathing. He pushed it further and I started to gag. I coughed and he let go of me.

“Don’t stop.” I said when I caught my breath a second later.

This time he grabbed my head harder and pushed his cock into my mouth hard enough that it made my eyes water. Not only was I a bar slut, but I was a dirty slut willing to let him do whatever he wanted.

Instead of me giving him a blowjob now, he fucked my mouth, pushing his cock into my throat, seeing how long I could go before I started to shake my head and pushed back from him so that I could free myself from his dick.

“I want to fuck your cunt.”

“Later, after I get to work.” I leaned and took him in my mouth again, but before I could slide my lips past his rock hard tip, he pushed me off.

“Now.” He pulled me up, off of my knees.

“I want too, trust me. I would love to have you inside of me. I just don’t want to get caught. Just let me finish you off with my mouth real quick.”

“You got me going, I need more than just a blowjob.” He turned me and bent me over one of the kegs. His cock pushed against the thin fabric of my stretch pants. He rubbed it against me.

“God, I want you…I don’t have a condom, do you?”

“I don’t.” He grabbed the waist band pants and ripped them down to my ankles. He came back up and ran his fingers around the straps of my g-string. He slid his fingers underneath the tiny patch of fabric and into me.

“Oh.” I grabbed on to the edge of the metal barrel for support.

He plunged two fingers into me, sending them deep into me.

“Fuck me.” I pulled down g-string, then kicked it and my pants off so I could spread my legs further.

The tip of his bare cock rubbed against my lips and I let out another moan. I didn’t care if someone came through the door now. I didn’t care if someone caught us. All I cared about was his cock and having it inside of me.

He pushed the tip inside of me, pushing apart my wet lips with his thickness and into my hot, steamy slit.

He grabbed my hips and stabbed the cock inside of me. The force pushed me over and on to the keg.

He wound back, then fired deep inside of me again. The hard thrust made my body shake, I had to use all of my strength to stop myself from falling over.

“This is what I needed.” I said after his next hard thrust.

Neil never fucked me like this. Sweat poured off my forehead.

His next thrust made me forget about Neil. The thrust after that made me forget about Cindy. He fucked me as hard as he could, as fast as he could and I forgot about everything besides his hard cock plunging deep inside of me.

I bit my lip, forcing myself not to let anything out of my mouth beyond a muted moan. His thrusts made me want to scream.

I lost track of time, I forgot where I was.

I knew he was getting close when his thrusts started to get sloppy. “When you cum, I want you to explode on to my face.” The slut side of me took complete control of my actions and words.

His answer came in grunt form and he pulled out of my cunt.

I fell to my knees and immediately went to work on his cock with my mouth. I tasted my own juices, his pre-cum on his dick. My head bobbed up and down. I worked my lips as fast as I could around his cock. I wouldn’t have stopped then if someone walked in on us.

He pulled his dick away from me and at first I was mad. I wanted more of it. Then he stroked his cock, aiming it at my face and I knew that he was almost there.

“Are you sure you want me to?” His breathing was almost louder than his voice now.

“Yes.” I leaned my head back like a good slut, giving him plenty of skin to target his cum.

“It’s going to be a lot.” Seconds after he finished his sentence, thick globs of cum shot out of the tip of his cock. I closed my eyes as the first shot hit my forehead. I’ve had more than my fair share of facials but the first shot of cum still makes me jump. It’s always the hottest, largest shot of cum.

His next shot landed on my nose and right eye. Even with my eyes shut, his cum started to burn.

I felt so dirty, the cum sticking to my skin, covering so much of my face. I didn’t want to go back to work. I wanted to go back to his place so he could fuck everyone of my holes and fill me with cum.

“That was incredible.”

I smiled, proud of my work.

“I’m so sorry about the cum on your face.” He said as he pulled his pants and boxers back up.

“It’s okay. I’m glad you liked it.” I wanted to leave his cum on my face as a trophy, but as I opened my eyes and the last cum dripped out of his cock, I came back to reality. I looked up at him, with my one eye that I could see out of, and he was smiling, but I had to get back to work. If Neil found out, I would definitely lose my job.

I pulled my bar rag out of my back pocket and cleaned off my face. It wasn’t the cleanest rag, but at least I was able to get rid of the cum. “How do I look?” I asked as I pulled my bra straps back up and pushed my tits back into the cups. “I’ve been sweating all night, so I’m sure my make up was a mess even before this.”

“Good, except for the cum in your hair.”

“Where?” I grabbed the rag again and tried to pat the cum away.

“In the middle and on the side there.”

“Wow, that was a lot of cum.”

“I’m sorry about that.” He helped me off of my sore knees and to my feet.

“Definitely don’t be sorry. I liked it.”

“Here’s my card, it has my cell phone number on it. When do you get off?”

“Around three.”

“I’ll be awake.”


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8 Responses to Sex Makes Everything Better

  1. That was incredibly hot and makes my sex at work fantasies even stronger! I look forward to reading about when you got off work. ;)

    • Amy

      I don’t think I’ll be writing about what happened later that night. It was okay, but we were both tired. Who knows there might be something worth writing about in the future with him.

  2. I know it’s been hot here in Florida — St. Pete has been scorching — but I never thought to beat the heat by making things even more hot. Fantastic job. Thank you.

    Stay SINful

  3. plantpage

    please write about what happened later. it still will be hot from earlier in the night.

  4. Jim

    Even tired sex is good sex when written about by a writer whose good at it and you certainly are, so lets have that second go around alright?

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