During my time as a bartender I managed to get into quite a few sticky situations; this, however, had long-lasting effects on my work and personal life.

It was about 12:30am and the bar I worked in was about to close for the night. Being more than a little tired, and with the bar being mostly empty now, I decided to take out the trash and have a cigarette before I left for my car. I stepped out the back door; it was a cool summer night, the kind where guys wore t-shirts, and girls wore almost nothing. The heat from my lighter as I lit my cigarette burned a few of my nose hairs, and as I took a drag of my cigarette I relaxed for the first time in hours.

I quickly disposed of the trash bags, but as the lid of the dumpster closed I heard something unusual. This was an alleyway, so it was unusual for anyone to be in here, and I just hoped it wasn't a drug deal or something like that as I approached slowly. Whoever it was, they were behind another dumpster around a corner from me, and as I peeked around I almost dropped my cigarette. I saw a tall, skinny black guy, with his shirt bunched up around his neck, showing off his muscular frame, but it was the curvy, white girl on her knees in front of him that shocked me.

I am not ashamed to say I stood there in the shadows, watching this girl slobber all over the black guy's balls, his hand grabbing a bunch of her blonde hair as she sucked the tip of his long cock. I was getting hard just watching them, and I rubbed myself through the fabric of my jeans as she gagged on this black man's cock, spit dripping from her lips and her eyes rolling back in her head.

It wasn't very long before she was bobbing her head as he grunted, ready to fill her mouth with his seed, and from the sounds she made I think she wanted it more than he did. The sight of his pure white cum dripping from this girl's lips was almost a work of art, and as she moaned, swallowing everything she could, I noticed something I should have long ago. She was crouched down, squatting, with her dress riding up, exposing her bare ass, with what looked like cum dripping from her! But when she licked her lips clean I realised who it was for the first time. The girl sucking black cock in an alleyway was my best friend's fiancé.

I watched as both parties dressed themselves, and closely watched as the black man left without a word, leaving Shannon on her own, cum covered and horny. I built my courage and lit up another cigarette, before stepping out of the shadows and calling to her.

"Shannon, good to see you. Busy night?" I asked, knowing full well I had the upper hand in whatever may follow.

She was shocked, to say the least, but didn't give anything away, to her credit, but I had to confront her. I told her what I saw, told her I saw everything she did, and she panicked, running to me and begging me to keep her secret, almost incoherent, but she wasn't drunk.

I knew I had an opportunity here: she was a slut, clear as day, and I'd be a fool not to capitalise on it, but I couldn't do it to my friend. 

"Look, I can't, he has to kn--" I didn't even finish my sentence before she was pulling her dress down and offering me a deal: her body for my silence. Now, in hindsight, it was a horrible mistake and maybe saying nothing was a bad idea, because she took it as acceptance and dropped to her knees once more. I watched in stunned silence as Shannon, the woman marrying my best friend, unclasped my belt, pulled down my jeans, and wrapped her fingers around my hard shaft.

She stroked my cock as I watched, now complicit in her infidelity, but it had been a few weeks since I'd had sex, so I wasn't exactly in the right state of mind to refuse. She begged and begged me to keep silent, and I just asked questions. Apparently, the man she had been with when I saw her was a local drug dealer she owed money to, and the load of cum in her pussy was from a stranger in a nightclub. I must have been into her story as I started to leak precum, and she seized the opportunity and took the head of my cock into her mouth, making a gasp and a moan escape my lips.

She got right to work sucking and slurping on my dick in an attempt to win my silence; she sucked me like a pornstar paid by the load. I wasn't going to last very long at this rate, so I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off my cock and looked down at her. I was nervous about this, but I wanted a taste.

"Bend over for me, legs apart," I commanded her, pulling her up to her feet and making her bend at the waist over a few empty crates. My mouth was watering as I hiked her dress up and got to my knees. I could already smell the cum inside her as I got closer, and she moaned as my tongue slid across her pussy lips, tasting the mix of cum and juices, like an aphrodisiac.

I ate the creampie from her, and she convulsed and shivered as I swallowed the load of stranger cum that was inside her, my cock now rock-hard and ready for her. I stood up, my jeans now around my ankles as the tip of my cock pressed against her wet pussy; the moans of begging me to fuck her were magical as I slid my cock into her, and soon enough she was screaming for more as I held her down and fucked her. I never would've thought I'd fuck Shannon, but here I was, balls deep in her and ready to blow a load.

"You're mine now, I want you here every week to suck my cock," I demanded, growling it in her ear as I fucked her.

"Y-yes, sir! Harder!" she responded, and I reared back, shoving my cock deep into her as I blew a load; my legs shook and I let out a roar of pleasure as I filled her up. I thought maybe for a second this was okay, that it would all be normal after this. That was until Shannon's legs gave out and she kneeled in front of me, sucking the last drops of cum from my cock.

I drove Shannon home that night; we didn't speak much, but when I pulled up outside her fiancé's house she sucked on my cock one last time for the night, swallowing a hot load of cum before going to kiss her beloved goodnight.

I drove away that night feeling guilty; little did I know this would get a lot worse before it got better...