Saturday nights in the summer were our busiest. Being a popular place, the bar was always packed with beautiful people. Not just the customers, but the staff also.
I had been there for well over a decade now. I loved our staff. We were like a family, an incestuous family, but a family nonetheless. We loved to flirt with each other and joke around. And yes, I had slept with a few co-workers over the years. There was a new one, however, that I had been keeping an eye on.
Carlos was a twenty-three-year-old Latino that took my breath away. Muscular body, dark hair, and blue eyes. He was covered in tattoos and had an inviting smile. He had only been there about eight months, but was already quite popular with the girls. Carlos started as a bar-back, stocking the shelves, bringing beers from the cooler, supplying the bartenders with whatever we needed.
Our work uniforms were all black. Black dress shirts, black slacks, black shoes. The pants were the best thing for my rear. They made my booty really stand out. My ass became a target for my co-workers. There was barely enough room behind the bar for two people to walk through, so it became a thing for the guys to rub their dicks on my cheeks as they squeezed by, and the girls to give it a pinch. My butt was like a good luck charm, everyone had to touch it when they worked.
This particular Saturday night I had shown up to work horny as hell. My husband was out of town and I hadn’t had sex in well over a week. My sexual frustration was getting hard to contain.
As I was taking a drink order, I saw Carlos coming towards me. I leaned over the bar and stuck my ass out, feeling him press up against me slowly as he walked by. His dick digging in my cheeks. The feel of his cock sent a hot wave through my body. I looked back and gave him a grin. If he only knew how bad I wanted him, and how easily he could have me. I couldn’t stop thinking about him after that. My body was craving him.
After a hectic couple of hours, I finally got my fifteen minute break. I would usually go have a smoke outside, or a quick snack followed by a beer in the cooler. I decided to eat a few carrot sticks, then go to the cooler and chill for a few minutes with a cold brew.
The door was cracked open and I saw Carlos stacking the shelves with cases of beer. Something came over me, I needed him now.
“Hey Kim, you want one?” Carlos asked as he pulled a bottle out of the box.
I shook my head no and walked towards him. Grabbing the bulge in his pants, I kissed him passionately. He grabbed my ass with one hand, and the back of my neck with the other. I squeezed his cock harder as our tongues intertwined, my wet heat burning between my thighs.
“I want your dick so bad,” I whispered in his ear as I stared unzipping his slacks. My hand reaching in to feel his throbbing tool. He was hard and he was thick. I kissed him again, moaning in his mouth.
“Come on, let’s do it, fuck me now,” I begged as I grabbed his hand and guided it to my needy cunt.
“Oh damn,” Carlos said.
I stepped back, undid my slacks, and bent over a stack of beer cases. I looked over my shoulder as Carlos got behind me. He pulled my pants and thong down to my knees. He then put his hand at the small of my back. With his other hand, he grabbed his shaft and rubbed his swollen cock along my velvety slit.
I felt the head push into me as his girthy cock filled my soaking pussy. I reached back and grabbed his waist as he started to thrust faster, his big dick punishing my cunt.
“Oh God yes! Fuck me!” I cried out. The sound of my voice and his body slapping into mine were barely audible as the bass from the music filled the place.
He grabbed my waist and dug his fingers into my sides, fucking me harder and faster. My face laying on a cold case of beer, my hands under my shirt, gripping my breasts, pinching my nipples. My breathing heavy as orgasms raced through my body. Bottles of Modelo rattling.
I reached down between my legs, rubbing my clit frantically. My body trembling as I exploded with pleasure. Juices cascading down my legs.
Carlos let out a groan as waves of his cum filled my pussy. He held onto my waist and gave me a few more quivering thrusts. My legs shaking, my wet, warm cunt filled with his creamy load. He pulled his cock out, slapping me on the ass with it. I turned around and kissed him, panting from our intense and hurried session.
“Fuck that was hot,” I purred as we both pulled up our pants. I had to run to the bathroom fast. I could feel his cum leaking from my pummeled pussy and down my thighs.
“We better go,” I told him as I hurried to the restroom.
Leaving the cooler, my friend Heather stood outside the door laughing.
“You’re my favorite slut!” I heard her shout as I ran away giggling.
Word got around quickly as to what Carlos and I had done. The rest of the shift was filled with winks and high fives from the other girls. Not only had I risked losing my job, I also risked getting pregnant. All for some quick sex with someone who wasn’t my husband.
Looking back, it was well worth it.