After-Hours Craving

The moment the last customer left the diner, my cock was already half-hard just thinking about her. Lisa had been my regular waitress for months, always brushing against my arm when she refilled my coffee, her short black skirt riding up just enough to tease. Tonight the place was dead, and she’d whispered that the manager had gone home early. “Meet me at the empty office across the alley in ten,” she said, eyes sparkling with dirty promise. I slipped out the back and waited in the dimly lit room, heart pounding as the door clicked shut behind her.

“Been wet for you since lunch rush,” Lisa breathed, locking the door with a soft click. She was twenty-four, petite with sharp hips and full lips that curved into a wicked smile. Her uniform blouse was already half-unbuttoned, revealing the lacy edge of a black bra. “Every time I poured your water I kept picturing you bending me over that desk.”

I pulled her close, hands sliding under her skirt to grip her firm ass. “Show me, then. I want to see that shaved pussy you’ve been hiding under this tiny skirt all week.”

She laughed low and dirty, hiking the fabric up to her waist. No panties. Just smooth, glistening skin where her pussy lips parted, completely bare and already slick. The sight made my dick throb against my zipper. “Waxed it fresh yesterday. Thought about you while I was doing it… imagining your tongue right here.” She traced a finger along her slit, spreading the wetness so it caught the faint light from the streetlamp outside.

I dropped to my knees on the thin carpet, inhaling her sweet, musky scent. My tongue flicked out, dragging slowly from her entrance up to her swollen clit. Lisa moaned, fingers threading into my hair. “Fuck, yes… lick my smooth cunt. Deeper.” I sucked her clit between my lips, two fingers sliding easily into her tight, shaved hole. The lack of hair made every fold feel silky and exposed; I could see and taste every tiny quiver as she rocked against my face.

Her thighs started to tremble. “I’m gonna come already… don’t stop, please.” I pumped my fingers faster, curling them against that spongy spot inside while my tongue lashed her clit in tight circles. She came hard, pussy clenching, a gush of clear juice coating my chin. “Oh shit… that’s it!”

Before she could catch her breath I stood, spinning her toward the wide oak desk. Papers scattered as I bent her over it, yanking her skirt higher. My cock sprang free, thick and veined, the head already leaking. I rubbed it along her bare slit, teasing her entrance. “You want this dick stretching your shaved little pussy?”

“Yes,” she gasped, pushing back. “Fill me up. I need it rough tonight.”

I thrust in hard, burying every inch in one stroke. The sensation was insane—her smooth, hairless lips gripped me like hot velvet, no curls to distract from the wet friction. Lisa cried out, fingers scrabbling at the desk edge. I started pounding her deep, the slap of my hips against her ass echoing in the quiet office. Each thrust made her shaved mound kiss my balls.

“Harder,” she begged, voice breaking. “Fuck my smooth cunt like you own it.” I grabbed a fistful of her ponytail and pulled, arching her back so I could reach around and rub her clit with two fingers. The desk creaked beneath us. I could feel her getting close again, inner walls fluttering.

I pulled out suddenly, making her whimper. “Not yet. On your back. I want to watch.” She hopped up, spreading her legs wide on the desk, heels kicking off. Her pussy looked obscene like that—puffy, dripping, perfectly smooth and pink. I stepped between her thighs and sank back in, slower this time, watching every inch disappear between her bare lips.

Lisa’s eyes rolled back. “God, I love how you stretch me… look at how my shaved pussy takes your cock.” I leaned down, sucking one of her nipples through her bra while I ground deep, rolling my hips so the head of my dick kissed her cervix on every stroke. Sweat slicked our skin. The room smelled like sex and her vanilla body spray.

I felt my own orgasm building. “Gonna cum inside you,” I growled against her neck. She wrapped her legs around my waist, heels digging into my ass.

“Do it. Fill my bare pussy. I want to feel you pulsing.” Her words pushed me over. I slammed in one last time and erupted, thick ropes of cum flooding her smooth channel. Lisa came again right after, her shaved cunt milking every drop, a fresh gush of her own juices mixing with mine and leaking onto the desk.

We stayed locked together, panting, foreheads pressed close. Finally she grinned, kissing me slow and filthy. “Next time I’m bringing my toy. You can watch me fuck my shaved pussy while you stroke that big cock.”

I laughed breathlessly, still buried inside her warmth. “Deal. But only if you let me eat you clean first.”

She squeezed her inner muscles around me once more, eyes gleaming. “You’re on.”