After Hours Indulgence

The moment the last customer left, the air in the quiet Italian restaurant thickened with something electric. I watched Sophia lock the front door, her tight black skirt hugging the curve of her juicy ass like it was painted on. She was the spoiled little princess who worked here part-time, always demanding extra shifts only when it suited her mood, pouting if the tips were low. Tonight her eyes kept sliding to me, the regular who stayed until close every Friday, and I could smell her desire mixing with the garlic and wine still hanging in the air.

"Jake, you gonna sit there all night staring at my legs?" she called, flipping the lights to a soft glow over the empty tables. Her voice had that bratty lilt, the one that said she knew exactly how hot she looked in her white blouse unbuttoned just enough to show the lace of her bra.

I stood up slowly, heart pounding. "You've been teasing me for weeks, Sophia. Wiggling that ass every time you refill my water. Thought maybe the spoiled girl wanted a real tip tonight."

She bit her lip, cheeks flushing, but didn't deny it. Instead she sauntered over, hips swaying. "Maybe I do. But only if you make it worth my while. I don't do anything for free, you know."

Before she could finish her little speech I grabbed her waist and pulled her against me. Our mouths crashed together, hot and urgent. Her tongue flicked against mine, tasting like the red wine she'd been sipping between tables. I slid my hands down to squeeze her firm ass, lifting her skirt to find she wasn't wearing panties.

"Fuck, you're already wet," I growled against her lips, fingers slipping between her thighs to stroke her smooth, shaved pussy. She moaned into my mouth, grinding against my hand like the greedy slut she was.

"Yes... touch me there," Sophia whispered, her spoiled tone melting into pure need. "I've been thinking about your cock all shift. Make me cum, Jake. Right here on the table."

I spun her around and bent her over the nearest booth table, the wood cool against her tits as I shoved her blouse open. Her nipples were hard little peaks begging for attention. I dropped to my knees, spread her cheeks wide, and buried my face in her dripping pussy from behind. The sweet, musky taste of her flooded my tongue as I licked her clit in fast circles, then pushed two fingers deep inside her tight hole.

"Oh god, yes... eat my pussy like that," she gasped, pushing back against my face. Her juices coated my chin, dripping down her thighs. She was shaking already, the spoiled princess reduced to whimpers. "Don't stop... I'm gonna... fuck!"

Her first orgasm hit hard, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she cried out, legs trembling. I stood up, unzipped my pants, and freed my thick cock. It slapped against her ass, heavy and throbbing.

"Put it in me," she begged, looking back with those big needy eyes. "I want it deep. Fuck your spoiled waitress like she deserves."

I didn't hesitate. Grabbing her hips, I thrust forward, burying every inch of my cock into her slick, pulsing pussy in one smooth stroke. She was so wet the sound was obscene, wet slaps filling the empty restaurant as I started pounding her hard. Her tits bounced against the table with every thrust, her moans getting louder.

"Harder, Jake! Fuck me like you own this pussy," she demanded, even while getting railed. I reached around and rubbed her swollen clit, feeling her squeeze me tighter.

I pulled out suddenly, making her whine in protest, then sat on the booth and pulled her onto my lap facing me. Sophia straddled me eagerly, sinking down onto my cock again with a long, satisfied groan. She rode me like she was in heat, grinding her clit against my base every time she bottomed out. Her hands gripped my shoulders, nails digging in as she bounced faster.

"Look at you... taking every inch," I said, sucking one of her nipples into my mouth. She tasted salty from sweat now, her skin flushed pink. "Such a dirty spoiled girl, letting a regular fuck you after closing."

"Yes... I'm your dirty girl tonight," she panted, her voice breaking as another orgasm built. "Cum inside me, Jake. Fill my pussy up. I want to feel it leaking out when I walk home."

Her words pushed me over the edge. I gripped her ass hard, spanking one cheek sharply as I thrust up into her. She came again with a sharp cry, her pussy milking my cock in rhythmic pulses. I exploded deep inside her, thick ropes of cum flooding her tight walls until it overflowed, dripping down my balls onto the leather seat.

We stayed like that, panting, her forehead pressed to mine as the aftershocks trembled through us. Finally she kissed me softly, a wicked little smile on her lips.

"Same time next Friday?" she whispered.

I laughed, still buried inside her. "Only if the spoiled girl promises to skip the panties again."