Tied Up After Closing

The moment I locked the front door of the downtown café, the air between us crackled. Sarah, my favorite waitress with those long legs and the wicked little smile she only gave me, had stayed behind tonight. “Office is empty upstairs,” she whispered, her breath warm against my ear as she pressed the spare key into my palm. “I’ve been thinking about you tying me up all week, Mark. Don’t make me beg… yet.”

We slipped up the back stairs in under a minute. The small corporate office above the café was dark except for the city lights bleeding through half-open blinds. Sarah kicked off her black work flats and peeled her tight white blouse open, revealing a lacy black bra that barely held her full tits. My cock was already straining against my jeans.

“On the desk,” I told her, voice low and rough. She obeyed instantly, hopping up and spreading her thighs so her short black skirt rode high. I could see the damp spot on her matching panties.

“Fuck, I’m soaked already,” she breathed, biting her lip. “I’ve been dripping every time you came in for coffee this month. Use your belt, Mark. Tie my wrists tight.”

I unbuckled fast, the leather whispering as I looped it around her slim wrists and cinched them to the heavy metal handle on the desk drawer. She tested the bonds with a soft moan, tits heaving. The sight of her bound and helpless made my dick throb painfully.

I shoved her skirt to her waist, ripped the soaked panties down her legs and stuffed them in my pocket. Her shaved pussy glistened under the dim light, swollen clit peeking out.

“Look at that pretty cunt,” I growled, running two fingers up her slick folds. She jerked against the belt, gasping.

“Yes… touch me. I need it rough tonight.”

I dropped to my knees and buried my face between her thighs, licking her clit hard and fast. Sarah’s hips bucked, the belt creaking as she pulled.

“Oh shit, Mark… your tongue feels so fucking good. Suck my clit, baby—yes, like that!”

Her juices coated my chin while I slid two fingers deep into her tight pussy, curling them against her g-spot. She came hard within seconds, thighs clamping around my head, a sharp cry echoing in the empty office.

“Fuck! I’m cumming… don’t stop!”

I kept licking through her orgasm until she trembled. Then I stood, unzipped, and pulled out my thick, veiny cock. Pre-cum beaded at the tip. Sarah’s eyes widened with hunger.

“Give it to me. I want that big cock stretching me while I’m tied up.”

I rubbed the fat head up and down her dripping slit, teasing her entrance. She whimpered, tugging uselessly at the leather binding her wrists.

“Stop teasing and fuck me already!”

I slammed into her in one hard thrust, burying every inch in her hot, clenching pussy. The desk rattled. Sarah’s back arched, tits bouncing free as her bra slipped.

“God, you’re so deep… fuck me harder, Mark. Use me.”

I gripped her hips and pounded her, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. Her bound hands made her tits jiggle wildly with every thrust. I leaned down, sucking a stiff nipple into my mouth while I drove into her again and again.

Her second orgasm hit fast. “I’m gonna cum on your cock—oh fuck, yes!”

Her walls squeezed me like a vice, juices squirting around my shaft. I pulled out, breathing hard, cock shiny with her cream.

“Turn over. I want that juicy ass in the air.”

I helped her flip, the belt twisting so her cheek pressed to the cool desk. Her wrists stayed locked above her head. I spread her cheeks, admiring her tight little asshole and the way her pussy lips stayed open, begging.

I spat on her hole and pushed my cock back into her pussy from behind, fucking her doggy-style with deep, punishing strokes. Each thrust made her ass ripple. I reached around and rubbed her swollen clit in tight circles.

“Mark… I’m going to cum again. Fill me up. I want your cum dripping out of me when we leave.”

Her dirty words pushed me over. I spanked her firm ass hard, leaving a pink handprint. She yelped and pushed back onto me, desperate.

I felt my balls tighten. “Here it comes, baby—take every drop.”

I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, thick ropes of hot cum flooding her spasming pussy. Sarah cried out, cumming with me, her walls milking every last spurt.

We stayed locked together, panting. I finally untied the belt, rubbing her reddened wrists gently. She turned, pulled me into a deep kiss, tasting herself on my tongue.

“Next time,” she whispered against my lips, voice husky, “I get to tie you up in the stockroom.”

I grinned, already getting hard again. “Deal.”