I am a big proponent of not shitting where you eat. Huge. I'm bad at following my own advice, but I try.
That said, if fucking a coworker is shitting where you eat (or dipping the pen in the company ink, but I don't have a pen so I'm not sure I can use that one) then what is fucking a customer?
Because a few nights ago, I did just that. He was just so darned cute when he asked for help. I helped him, we got to talking, he said he was just in town on vacation and did I know anywhere fun to go, I told him the back seat of a car was fun, he grinned but didn't say no or walk away, so I took my break early. What can I say? I'm so fucking horny these days. And yes, that previous was an abbreviation, so don't accuse me of writing letters to Penthouse. I don't go up to strange men and proposition them that boldly.
He was a little older than me but cute, brown hair with temples just starting to go gray, about as tall as me (which is nice, I have to admit), and he had a stubby nose which was probably the oddest part of his face and really the only part I remember that well. But I wasn't really interested in looking at his face.
His car was tiny so we adjourned to my car, which is not the most comfortable place to do the nasty but which has seen much nasty done in its life so it's practical if not roomy. Honestly, I was just going to give him head. I figured he could use a good blowjob and I have to keep in practice. But once I had his cock out of his pants, I really wanted something for me too. And the fact that I wasn't going to get it pissed me off to the point that I was willing to try to get it even though I knew I wouldn't.
For the ladies (the few there are) or the gentlemen who enjoy that sort of thing, his cock was pretty decent for a random sample. Nice large head, which I enjoy but which presented a few problems with deepthroating. I guess I was a bit out of practice because in my prime I could have had his entire shaft down my throat in nothing flat. He wasn't super long though, so I could get most of it in my mouth and let the head tickle my uvula without going for the full-on. Anyway, I decided I didn't want him to go off without being inside me at least a bit.
He didn't have a condom (shocker: guys, carry condoms please) but come on, even at my lowest ebb I'm prepared (if for no other reason than to give Sveta a good example) and anyway, I decided that since the front door is being so finicky, he would definitely have to go around back. If that's too subtle, I wanted him to fuck my ass because I haven't had a cock in there in too long, and it hurts less. Yes, I know, that may be the first time that's been said.
When I climbed up, took off my pants and unbuttoned my blouse, and whispered, "Fuck me in the ass, big boy," he actually paused. Which I guess isn't that surprising, because I really did say that, just like you're imagining it.
"In the butt?" he said, somewhat incredulously.
"I like it," I encouraged.
"I've never..."
"It's okay, sweetheart."
"Are you on the rag?"
Yep, he asked me that. And honestly, at other points in my life I would have told him to pull up his pants and get the fuck out. Hell, at a few points, I would have kicked him out with his pants around his ankles. But... well, I was horny, as stated, plus I was feeling charitable because it wasn't like he'd been a total dick previously or anything, and I guess it's a fair question if a gal wants you to fuck her in the ass. Probably not a good question to ask if a gal is asking you to fuck her in the ass. The good questions are, "How hard do you want it?" and possibly, "Do you have some lube?" Any others? Feel free to chime in with your suggestions.
Anyway, I said, "No, I just prefer it and I thought you might enjoy it. I mean, you're on vacation after all." And then I giggled all coquettishly, because I'm shameless.
He laughed too, a nervous but genuine laugh, and said, "Okay, just remember I'm new to this."
I got the condom on him as fast as I could, sat in his lap, and eased that delightful big head of his into my asshole. It felt wonderful, I won't lie. And he seemed to enjoy it too. But I was starting to feel really excited in a genital way, and that meant I started getting little tickles of pain through the pleasure. Still, it was nice. I backed down on him like a pro and pretty soon his pubic hair was tickling my labia, which only made things worse in the little tickles of pain department.
I wish I was turned on by pain, because this would be like two orgasms in one. But I'm not. No offense to anyone who is, but I've never really gotten off on it. Humiliation, degradation, even a little rough stuff, but pain itself doesn't do it for me.
Anyway, my break's not long, so I didn't give him the scenic route or anything. He had his hands around my breasts pulling me back to him and I didn't give him any pointers because I didn't want him to get any better and make things worse. The squeezing on my tits was arousing enough. I started rocking my ass, with his cock still buried in my butt, squeezing him a bit and trying to ignore my cooch as much as possible.
He didn't explode right away, so I sped up a bit, grinding down and then pulling up, until he got the hint and started thrusting up to meet me, and god damn did I want an orgasm right about then. The stabbing was getting stabby-er, so I kept going, biting my lip. Because it's still pleasure, you know? And the pain builds a lot slower in my ass. He tried to finger me, but I just pulled his hands to my hips and begged him to rock me harder.
Pretty soon he grunted and tried to pull out, but I just squirmed down and giggled and felt his cock spasm a few times as he filled the condom. I wish he could have filled my ass or my pussy because it would have felt better, but ah well.
And I have no idea what his name is. I know the first name because he did introduce himself, but I could give a shit about his last name. And frankly, after he was done, I kind of wanted him gone. He tried to invite me to his place, but I told him I had to go back to work. He said he might come back and see me again, but either he didn't or he didn't know when I work and showed up to be disappointed.
When I got home, I let Sveta almost wear her tongue out trying to get me to cum. It hurt like a motherfucker but I really wanted to get off. But no dice.
Am I a bad person? Yeah, a little. I basically used that guy as a sex toy. I could have given him more. I don't feel guilty about it; I mean, he got to fuck a cute girl in the ass in the parking lot, so I wouldn't feel sorry for him. I didn't force him to do it, believe me.
But mostly I was just disappointed. Because as good as it felt, it wasn't enough. My doctor and Sveta both want me to keep trying, and that includes not just trying by myself or with Sveta, but also trying to possibly recapture some of the sexiness I had before all this. Which means that I'll keep trying. If he had come back, I would have fucked him again, although maybe not in the car. Maybe in the bathroom. Horniness makes me incredibly kinky in a lot of ways.
More than that, though, I fucked a customer. Probably not a great idea, employment-wise. Kind of afraid I might do it again, repeatedly. Thinking about taking a stranger into the bathroom and getting fucked bent over in a stall is making me incredibly horny.
