On the surface, I might appear to be just another waitress, serving up truffle mac and cheese or an exquisite steak tartare. But if you know me, you know I am always on the hunt, and tonight my sights are trained on him, that arrogant older man who walked into the restaurant like he owned the place. He's with his family, of course, but I can't resist his piercing gaze. I've caught him staring at me half a dozen times now (particularly my visibly hard nipples), and I can't help but keep going to their table and checking on them (more like checking him out).
I can't deny it; there's something about him that gets my heart racing. He's older, with a muscular build, probably unassuming to most people, but he's just my type. When he excuses himself to the restroom, I try to ignore the spark of excitement between my legs. I position myself between their table and the bathroom just to get a better look at him.
But then, he beckons for me to follow him! I hesitate for only a moment before skipping to catch up and following him in through the men's room door, pretending to be looking for the ladies'. My heart is thudding in my chest. No one is around, or at least that's what I tell myself. I'm not usually this bold, but something about this man makes me want to rebel. I can feel his eyes on me as I approach his stall, where he's standing, waiting for me.
"Well, are you just going to stand there all night?" he growls, his voice low and husky. I step in, and he shuts the stall door behind me. He looks at me impatiently. I don't hesitate as I reach for the zipper of his pants, tugging it down slowly and letting out a quiet moan when I see what's underneath. He's already half-hard and I've never seen such a girthy cock.
I wrap my fingers around him and hold it for a second as he hardens in my hand before he grabs my wrist and pulls it away. "Knees, miss," he demands. I'm taken aback by his dominating tone, but can't help but to obey him. I gather up my skirt so it won't get dirty on the men's room floor and sink to my knees. He reaches down and pushes his cock into my face and rubs it all over my mouth and cheeks. I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter as I part my lips. I love the feeling of a warm, hard cock against my face.
He thrusts into my mouth and hits the back of my throat. "Damn, he tastes good," I think to myself. He immediately grabs my hair in his big strong hand and uses it to fuck my mouth, not holding anything back. I gag, and spit runs down my chin, and his eyes are boring into mine. I have never been so turned on in my life.
He lets me up for air, and I cough.
"You'll take whatever I give you," he growls, thrusting deep into the back of my throat again. I cough and gag and gasp for air. Spit bubbles are coming out of the corners of my mouth and running down my chin. It's a mess, and I'm a hot, sloppy disaster. I'm so turned on by it all I can feel my juices running down my thighs.
He holds my head and thrusts in and out of my mouth a few more times before pulling out, his cock glistening with my saliva. I wipe my chin and mouth. "Did I say you could clean up?" he asks, reaching down and grabbing my chin.
"N-no, sir," I respond.
"Good girl," he says, and I blush at his praise. "Now get those titties out, and let's put these nipples to good use."
I obey, unbuttoning my blouse and peeling it down so it's bunched up around my waist. "I knew they were pierced. I love that," he says, and I blush again, smiling. I crave his praise. He reaches down to twist one of my nipples and pulls it by the piercing. I moan way too loudly, completely forgetting that we're in a public bathroom.
He quickly shuts me up with his cock. He pushes it right in my mouth and begins fucking my throat once again.
"This is exactly what a little cock whore like you needs, isn't it? A nice thick cock to fuck your throat and make you gag."
I nod and moan around him, my panties soaked through with arousal.
"Oh, you're loving this, aren't you?"
I moan again, unable to do anything else with his cock filling my mouth.
"Such a little cum slut," he grunts, slamming his cock into the back of my throat, over and over. I feel it tensing and his movements becoming more erratic. This is nowhere near my first time with a cock down my throat and I know what's coming (or should I say cumming).
With one final grunt, he slams his cock deep inside my throat, and I can feel it twitching as his load shoots down my throat. He pulls out and strokes his cock, sending another spurt of hot cum onto my tongue.
"Swallow," he demands, and I oblige. I have never tasted a sweeter, hotter load. He wipes his cock across my face to clean it and pulls up his underwear and pants.
"Get up, slut," he growls, and I do. He opens the door to the stall and motions for me to go out. My top is still around my waist, but I obey. "Thanks, girl, that was just what I needed," he says and walks out, leaving me.
I look into the mirror. I'm a wreck, mascara running, spit covering my chin, cum wiped across my cheek. My blouse is all wrinkled and damp from sweat and saliva having dripped on it. I lock the door to the whole men's room, grab a paper towel and wet it to clean up my face. I fix my hair as well as I can, but I know anyone could guess what I just did as soon as they get a look at me.
I finally get up the courage to leave the men's room and while I get a few knowing glances, luckily the restaurant is pretty dark so I can fly a little under the radar. I get an extra shirt from the staff room, which helps a lot, and go back to serving my tables.
Eventually, I find myself back at his table and I wonder if I can see how much I'm blushing. The man asks for their check and I go fetch it for him. He gives me his credit card and before I bring it back I write my number and a little heart on the receipt before I bring it back.
The rest of the night goes by uneventfully, and I go home after I help close, exhausted. Once home, I strip and feel the evidence of my encounter on my skin, both my chest and my thighs. I can't help but get myself off with a vibrator thinking about it before I take a shower and head to sleep.
The next morning, my phone buzzes. "Hi. You will come to my office, where you will be my dirty little cum slut."
"Yes, sir," I text back, not hesitating for even a moment. I'm so excited already! Luckily, I don't have to go into work until 3, so I'll have plenty of time for some fun.
"Meet me at 11 am. Wear a skirt. Here is the address," he texts and sends a link to a map.
I shower and shave my legs and pussy smooth, then spend way too long picking out my outfit. I opt for a simple white tennis skirt, flats, and a vermilion frilly backless halter top that ties in the front. I decide to skip the bra and panties, hoping I won't need them. I do my makeup, going heavy on the mascara because I think he'll like to see it running, and then I get dressed in the clothes I picked out. On my way out the door, I grab a towel since I'll probably have to clean myself up when he's done with me.
I arrive at the address he gave me. I'm outside a large, nondescript building. There's no signage, but it looks like a pretty normal office building. I'm not sure why, but I'm getting nervous. Maybe because it's an unfamiliar place. But there's a thrill to the unknown, and I decide to take a risk and go inside.
I enter the building and go to the front desk. "Uh, hi, I'm here to see..." I'm not sure how to refer to him, realizing he never gave me his name, so I say, "Um, I'm so sorry I forgot his name, but he's an older man, probably six foot four, dark hair, very handsome..." I realize I probably shouldn't have said that since I know he has a wife and kids.
"Do you have an appointment?" the receptionist asks, looking bored.
"Yes, ma'am," I reply, standing up straight and trying not to sound nervous.
She checks her computer. "Go ahead, he's expecting you. Take the elevator up to the 4th floor."
I do as instructed. When the doors open, he's there waiting for me. "Good girl," he says and smiles, and my heart flutters. He takes me by the hand and leads me down the hall. There are lots of cubicles, and I can hear the murmurs of coworkers and the sound of ringing phones. It's a pretty standard office, but I'm not really focused on the scenery. I'm much more interested in what the older man has planned for me.
My pulse quickens as we approach the end of the hallway. He has a small but fairly private office, although a good portion of the wall is glass, it is sort of tucked away in the corner. He puts his hand on my back and ushers me in and locks the door behind me.
"On your knees," he demands.
"Y-yes sir," I stammer, excitement growing in the pit of my stomach. I drop to my knees and he sits in his chair.
"Good girl," he praises, and my face flushes with pleasure. He unzips his pants and takes out his cock, which is already pretty hard. He strokes himself a few times. "Come here, girl," he commands and motions to under his desk.