by T West
The guard ducked his head down again and sucked on her other nipple, his manly lips around her areola, his saliva trickling off his tongue and onto the tip. He stood up and Sandy could sense what he wanted.
The man undid his own slacks, and pulled them down along with his boxers. His erect cock stuck up in the air. It looked even bigger in the flesh than the trousersnake had. His cock head stuck out like a mushroom – purple and ready, with pre-cum drizzling fiercely from the end. Bravely, Sandy cupped his big balls and remarked at their weight. “Jesus, they’re full…”
She got to her knees and leaned forward slightly. As she sucked on his balls one at a time they contorted like clay. She went from one to the other, the huge cock seesawing about next to her face. She sucked on the tip thirstily, gripping her hand around the shaft and massaging it as she did so. The man let out a deep moan while he pulled on her hair, encouraging her to continue.
She licked her lips as the guard stood in front of her, resting his hands on her shoulders and pressing his mammoth cock to her keen mouth. She sucked on his cock head like a baby lamb to its long-lost mother’s teat. The helmet was huge, and she stretched her mouth incredibly wide in a humble attempt to try and gobble as much as she could. The guard helped her out by thrusting his hips forward and jamming his rod into her face. She mumbled into her mouthful of dick, and as if realizing it was way too much for her, the guard pulled out for a moment, allowing her a deep and much-needed breath of oxygen.
The man pressed his cock head up against Sandy’s cheek, and she instinctively moved her head to one side to run her lips up and down the thick shaft, jacking him with her mouth. She felt the cock between her lips throb. She ran her tongue up and down the smooth length, and reached up to cup the full balls again. She stuck out her tongue and jabbed it into the slit, lapping at the pre-cum as she felt it pulse between her fingertips. The guard cried out like an animal, as he abruptly shot his hot, creamy load right into Sandy’s face. She opened her mouth as several strings of cum spurted out like a garden hose, covering her. She tried to swallow fast, but a lot of it ran down her chin, splashing against her breasts and onto the floor below.
With a messy face she opened wide, as the man milked his own cock, drizzling more of his seed onto her thirsty tongue. Momentarily satisfied, the guard gave a deep sigh. But Sandy knew that he still had a lot more to give, and she was so thankful for that.
She let go of the cock, and lay back on the cold floor. The guard got to his knees and slipped off her jeans and underwear. She parted her slim thighs, exposing the pink of her juicy pussy. The man slid his fingers into her entrance and finger-banged her.
The guard stood up and lifted Sandy to her feet. She turned around and bent over the sink, her stomach pressed up against the cold white sink before her, and her peachy ass presented to the man. The guard got right up behind her. She was so pleased that this was now actually happening as she felt the head of the man’s cock press up against her pussy. The guard held onto her pert buns and slid his cock in, inch by inch. His big balls pressed up against her clit, sending waves of pleasure up and down her body. He reached around to play with her firm tits, slowly caressing them. She clenched her teeth and closed her eyes as she tried to take the deep penetration. The man began to slide in and out, holding onto her fleshy cheeks with one hand and pulling her hair back with the other. He pounded her good and hard, nailing her with all his might.
He pulled out, and Sandy was left feeling momentarily empty, longing for him to be back inside. The man placed both of his boots up on the wide sink, before squatting down. He speared his cock back up into her, riding her like a pony. He made love to her hard and fast, drilling his cock in and out, his big balls banging off her while his muscular buttocks rose and fell in the bright light of the public bathroom. The fierce drilling was too much for Sandy to take and as she worked her clit she felt a beautiful climax rise up from within. She gushed, little splashes rebounding off the enamel of the sink and hitting her in the face.
Despite her orgasm, the guard didn’t let up for a second. All he wanted was to feel her slick snatch clamped around his straining girth. Sandy screamed, reaching down and holding onto his beefy thighs that clenched underneath her fingertips as the man thrust as much of his length as he could inside her, over and over again. It was amazingly pleasurable, and his hands ran up from her ass to her shoulders, holding onto her tightly while he continued to rhythmically slam his cock in and out of her. She squeezed down on his girth with near-crushing force, and as his balls tightened his eyes winced and watered.
Sandy screamed out again as she felt what it was like to be truly owned, by a real man, whose only intention at that given moment was to rampantly pound her brains out. The guard pumped his hips like a ravenous sex fiend, panting loudly as he jammed in and out of her, caught up in the moment. As Sandy felt every inch deep, expanding inside her and stretching her, she felt at one. She felt whole, complete.
The guard slid out, and she got on her hands and knees on the bathroom floor, her perfect ass presented to him.
He got behind her and mounted her in an instant. He pressed his hand down on the small of her back, encouraging her to arch her back for him. Sandy did so, parting her thighs a little more and sticking her taut, smooth ass up in the air, ready for more punishment.
He steadied himself, and again lined up his throbbing cock with her tight pussy. He started to drive himself into her once again, this time sliding in a lot more easily. He pulled her hair back, the traction causing her to arch her back further as he speared her from behind.
Sandy was in ecstasy, getting every inch, hard. She felt so good, giving the guard such pleasure, and was loving every second of it. As she felt his big balls slapping against her, she felt another amazing climax rise up from deep inside.
One quick stroke of her clit later and her whole body shook uncontrollably as she came hard, yelling at the top of her lungs. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before, and she squeezed as hard as she could around the girth. She felt big hands on her ass cheeks, her tight walls gripping the man’s shaft as the big balls tightened against her.
The guard came, his yell bellowing loudly as he emptied his balls again, this time deep into Sandy’s pussy. She felt heavy blasts of cream firing up into her, completely filling her and warming her insides. It felt incredible. He stayed inside her for a good few seconds as her snatch milked him for every last drop, the cock spurting in lesser amounts as he was squeezed dry. Slowly, inch by inch, he pulled out, watching his slick shaft reappear before him. Eventually, the head cleared her lips, his seed swirling down the pink tunnel.
As soon as his cock had been set free he gave her pussy a soft massage, deliberately using steady rhythmical motions to secure his deposit deep. Only one single drop escaped, trickling down her thigh.
“I think we’d better get cleaned up,” said the guard said wisely. The big man filled up the basin with warm soapy water to bathe and clean her lower body. He tenderly bathed her, soaking her, white suds running down the crack of her ass while she massaged her belly.
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RUINED AT THE RESTAURANT
By
Tess West
Y ou would never guess, watching this particular young woman walk through the city streets, that she had just been hired as a chef at a well-known and high-end restaurant. Sarah Horton was a slender girl with light-olive skin. She wasn’t the slightest bit overweight, and combed her blond hair back into a ponytail most days. Her forehead held evidence of frown lines, and her amber eyes were slightly shadowed as she shuffled along and stared dutifully at the sidewalk beneath her combat boots. Her neatly plucked eyebrows cut dark lines across her face, and her nose was cute and straight. Her full lips were pressed into such a tight line that they nearly vanished.
Sarah had several piercings in each ear, including an industrial piercing which pierced the upper cartilage of her ear in two places. The back of her neck sported a surface piercing as wel
l, which she rubbed her hand along nervously. She wore a baggy black T-shirt and even baggier gray cargo pants.
She was, quite literally, shaking in her boots. Today was her first day, and she could still hardly believe she had gotten the job. People had been hounding her to get another job after the restaurant she had been working at for years went under a few months back. She’d felt completely lost and confused, not sure where to go from here. Somebody had told her this place was hiring, and so she’d gone in and asked for an application on a whim. Upon seeing just how fancy the restaurant was, however, all her hopes had been dashed. She’d thought she’d never get a job there.
But she had.
Sarah had filled out the application and given it to them that same day before scurrying out of the restaurant, mostly because she would have felt stupid if she hadn’t. And, within 24 hours, they’d called her and asked when she was available for an interview. At first she hardly believed her ears. She had sat on her couch, holding the phone to her ear whilst staring blankly at the far wall.
“Are you there? This is Sarah Horton, right?”
“Yes!” She’d exclaimed. “Yes, this is she.”
She’d scheduled an interview for the following day, and had gone in wearing her best pair of dress pants and button-down shirt. They’d told her on the spot that she had the job and could start next week.
She could still hardly believe it, and it was becoming more and more difficult to remain calm, the closer she got to the restaurant. She could see it now at the end of the street, drawing nearer with every shaky step.
The bell above the door rang as she entered the restaurant. The hostess looked up at her, smiling as if she were a customer, before furrowing her brow.
“Are you the new girl?” She asked. “The new cook?”
Sarah nodded mutely.
“Great!” She said with a smile. “Follow me.” She led her to the back, to the kitchen where she would actually be working.
It was a big place, so there were several other chefs already hard at work. They wore black formal tops and bottoms with aprons tied around their fronts. A few of them looked up and nodded at Sarah once before returning to their tasks, clearly rushed. One, however, wiped his hands clean and approached her, nodding to the hostess to say he had it from here. The hostess smiled and exited the room, going back to her post at the front of the restaurant.
“Sarah!” The man said, shaking her hand. He was quite a bit older, with graying hair and a very thick neck. His brown eyes studied Sarah in a way that unnerved her slightly. He was tall with broad shoulders and a beefy chest. “I’m Mr Gatson. The manager. Welcome to the restaurant. Ready to get started?”
Sarah nodded, and the older man began leading her around the kitchen, showing her where everything was. She had worked in many a kitchen before, so this wasn’t new to her – she just needed to get the fine details down that separated this kitchen from all the others she’d worked in.
“Here’s your uniform.” The older man shoved a pile of clothes at her, and she caught it at the last moment. “You can change in there.” The man tipped his head to the side, towards a bathroom door. “I think you’ve got everything?”
Sarah nodded and hurriedly changed in the ladies’ bathroom. She stared at herself in the mirror, focusing as she quickly pep talked herself. She took a deep breath and emerged back into the bustling kitchen.
Work was a blur straight from the start. Order after order was flying in – she worked so fast that she hardly felt like she had time to think. It was mostly pasta and pizza dishes, but there was a wide variety of both of these, so it was never boring – at least, not on the first day. Eventually she felt her nerves starting to dissipate, and she began to fall into a routine. Within a couple of hours she was comfortable and flying through the tasks, only every so often forgetting where something was or what she was supposed to be doing. The kitchen was relatively quiet except for the clanging of pots and pans, the other chefs not doing much talking with each other, their faces focused in concentration. She briefly wondered whether it was always like this, or just because of the business on this particular Saturday.
“Sarah?”
She looked up from the spaghetti she was making, blinking in surprise. Gatson was standing a few feet away.
“May I speak to you, in my office?” The manager asked. She nodded hesitantly and handed the half-finished spaghetti over to her coworker, who was standing to her left.
“We’ve had a complaint,” the older man said as soon as they’d settled into his office and he had shut the door firmly behind them. “One of our diners, just a few minutes ago, said they found some blond hair in their pasta. And that the noodles were extremely undercooked.”
His eyes studied Sarah’s hair. She swallowed with difficulty.
“I would imagine you’re responsible for this, Sarah?”
“I... I... I’m not sure,” she gulped.
Gatson didn’t look too impressed. “No? And why’s that?”
Sarah took a deep breath. “Sir, it’s my first day. I would never deliberately do...”
“Silence, girl!” Gatson boomed, rising to his feet, his hulking frame casting a large shadow down upon the young woman.
He stepped round the large desk to where she was seated.
“You see, I think you did do this deliberately. I could sense that something like this was going to happen the moment you stepped in here this morning. What the hell do you expect? You want... need ... to be punished!”
Sarah’s temperature began to increase and she felt her thong getting damp.
It felt totally natural when Gatson leaned down and started caressing her breasts. Before she knew it her apron and work top were off, along with her bra. With her nipples fully hard Gatson began kissing and fondling them, taking them in his mouth one at a time and sucking them.
Sarah let him undo her trousers and slip them down, and there she was, sitting on a chair in her boss's office in just her thong, yearning for him to touch her. All embarrassment went momentarily out the window, her attraction to the older man definitely helped with that, as she watched almost in disbelief as the manager kissed his way down her tummy and started kissing her hot pussy through the material.
She raised her ass off the seat briefly so Gatson could slip down her underwear. She was now completely exposed to him, with her boss’s face right next to her aroused snatch. He put his big, manly hands on her thighs, and lifted and spread her legs wide, fully exposing her glistening pink pussy.
“So tight... so warm... so young...” the older man told her. “Sarah... you need to be deflowered!”
He started to kiss her tight pussy. Love juice began to flow, making it sparkle like the lights on a carousel.
Looking up at her with his deep, brown eyes he said, “Let's take this over to my desk.”
He gripped her hand and led her over to the large desk. Sarah sat on the end of it, naked, at his mercy. No sooner had she sat her ass down than Gatson stripped in front of her. Her jaw almost hit the floor. Although he was older, he was in incredible shape, looking heavily muscled and ripped. His cock angrily swung between his legs. The thing was absolutely huge. He was naked except for a pair of white cotton socks, the soft office lighting reflecting off his smooth skin. As he stepped nearer she couldn’t take her eyes away from the member bobbing about in front of her, hardening with every passing second.
Gatson lay down on his back on the desk and told her, “I want to finish that appetizer… I’m still ravenous.”
Sarah knew exactly what he meant and climbed aboard, head to toe, Gatson’s strong arms cradling her as she put her thighs either side of her boss’s head. In this position they carried on where they had left off, the big man licking her with careful laps, while Sarah opened her mouth and readily sucked on the cock. She could barely get her lips around it, as it really stretched her jaw wide. She sucked him as best she could, stretching her lips open and sucking him deep, letting him go as far as h
e could before he hit the back of her throat. Spluttering for air, she licked the length of the shaft up and down, bathing it in her warm spittle and tenderly cradling his heavy balls, feeling them shift and pulse in her hand as the semen swam within. She placed her lips on the shiny red cock head and gave him three loving sucks.
Just as Sarah was getting very aroused and enjoying giving head, Gatson stopped licking and pushed her off him.
“Have I done something wrong? Do you want to stop?” She asked, worried that she had disappointed him.
“Of course you’ve done nothing wrong!” Gatson told her. “Now get on all fours. I want to see that young bottom of yours.”
When he said this to her Sarah was so nervous and so aroused that she thought she was about to cum on the spot. She did as she was told and got on her hands and knees, a pile of office papers right in front of her face. Her pussy was so wet from the soft cunnilingus and she knelt there, ready and waiting, not knowing what was going to happen next.