After-Hours Mouth Service

The moment I locked the front door of the downtown café, my pulse kicked up. Sarah had been my favorite waitress for months—tight black skirt hugging her juicy ass, crisp white blouse stretched over full tits that bounced every time she refilled my coffee. Tonight she’d asked me to stay late for “inventory help” in the empty office upstairs. The air already felt thick with unspoken hunger.

We climbed the narrow stairs in silence, her hips swaying ahead of me. The office was small, just a desk, one chair, and a dim lamp casting long shadows. She turned, biting her lower lip, eyes dark with want.

“Mark… I see how you look at my mouth every time I talk to you,” she whispered, voice husky. “I’ve been wet thinking about it all shift.”

My cock twitched hard in my slacks. “You’re not wrong, Sarah. Those pretty lips wrapped around a straw… or my dick. Fuck, I’ve jerked off imagining it.”

She stepped close, perfume mixing with the faint smell of espresso on her skin. Her fingers traced my belt. “Then stop imagining.”

Her hands worked fast, unzipping me. My thick cock sprang free, already leaking. Sarah dropped to her knees on the thin carpet, eyes locked on mine. The office was dead quiet except for our breathing.

“God, it’s bigger than I thought,” she breathed, wrapping her soft hand around the base. She gave the head a slow, wet lick, tasting the precum. “Mmm… salty. I want you to use my mouth, Mark. Fuck it like you own it.”

I groaned, threading my fingers through her dark ponytail. “Open wide then, baby.”

Sarah parted those glossy lips and took me in. The wet heat of her tongue swirled around my shaft as she sank halfway down. I thrust gently at first, feeling her cheeks hollow. She moaned around my cock, the vibration shooting straight to my balls.

“Fuck yes… just like that,” I growled, pushing deeper. Her throat tightened, gagging softly, but she didn’t pull back. Spit dripped from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin onto her blouse. The obscene wet sounds of my dick sliding in and out filled the tiny room—gluck, gluck, gluck.

I tightened my grip on her hair and started mouth-fucking her harder. Each thrust bumped the back of her throat. Sarah’s eyes watered, mascara starting to run, but she looked up at me with pure filthy need. She reached under her skirt, rubbing her pussy through soaked panties while I used her face.

“Such a good little cocksucker,” I panted, hips snapping faster. “You love this, don’t you? Getting your throat pounded after closing time.”

She pulled off just long enough to gasp, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my glistening cock. “Yes… I’m your slut tonight. Fuck my mouth harder, Mark. Make me choke on it.”

I didn’t hesitate. I shoved back in, burying myself to the root. Her nose pressed against my pelvis, throat convulsing around me. I held her there, savoring the tight squeeze, then started long, deep strokes that made her gag and drool even more. The desk creaked as I leaned against it for leverage, pounding her face in steady rhythm.

Sarah’s fingers worked furiously between her legs. Her muffled moans grew frantic. Suddenly her body tensed—she came hard, thighs shaking, a wet squirt soaking her panties. The sight pushed me over.

“Gonna cum down your throat,” I warned, voice rough.

She nodded eagerly, eyes begging. I thrust deep one last time and exploded. Thick ropes of hot cum pulsed straight into her belly. She swallowed greedily, milking every drop with her tongue, a few stray spurts leaking from the corners of her stretched lips.

When I finally pulled out, Sarah gasped for air, lips swollen and shiny with spit and cum. She licked them clean, smiling up at me with a dazed, satisfied grin.

“Fuck… that was even better than I imagined,” she said, voice hoarse. She stood on shaky legs, wiping her chin. “Next time I want you to bend me over this desk after you’ve used my mouth.”

I pulled her close, kissing her messy lips, tasting myself on her tongue. “Deal. But first, let’s clean up before the morning crew shows up.”

She laughed softly, already reaching for my softening cock again. “Or we could go for round two right now…”