On the Job

Having taken the job in a gay bar, still not 'out'. getting screwed for the first time by my boss. I come in for a second shift - and learn a little more about what my job entails.

I woke up, on my side feeling myself being stretched again. Gary had awoken and was trying to push his morning wood into me. It was confusing at first, not sure where I was, not sure if I should be offended at being fucked in my sleep. As I properly came to, I realised that this was an amazing way to wake up, and this violation was hot! So I pushed back against his cock, feeling him enter me once more. "Give it to me" I whispered over my shoulder, my ass still well lubed from his cum. He obliged, his magnificent manhood entering me more easily this time. My ass was still aching from last night, but feeling him filling me again, giving myself over to his desire again was amazing.

I started pushing in time with his thrusts, he started groaning with pleasure which turned me on so much. This new angle, on our sides spooning started feeling really strange, strange but good, I now know he was hitting my prostate..... He kept driving his rock hard cock into me, now in full flow. He grabbed my hips as he pounded me harder, I could feel my own orgasm building with every thrust. I couldn't help but moan as he continued fucking me, loving every second. I felt my orgasm rise up from deep inside me, it seemed to rise up from my ass and fill my whole body with electricity, causing me to spill my load all over the sheets. It also made me clench around his cock triggering his orgasm. He ground into me filling me once more with his seed, heaven! We lay for a few minutes catching our breath, before I turned and kissed him gently.

"That was lovely," I whispered softly. "What you said last night, when you called me a slut..."

"Oh god, I'm sorry." He blurted out interrupting me. "I must have gotten too carried away, really didn't mean...." He tailed off as I smiled, shaking my head gently.

"I liked it... I think maybe I am a slut, the idea of being used like a filthy whore really turns me on." I said quietly. Feeling nervous, like I was revealing something sacred. "Anytime you want to use me, I'll happily oblige. Also, you took my cherry... so I think you owe me a lot of cum." Smiling as I said the last, joking but hoping all the same.

"I'm a man who pays his debts," he said, moving in to kiss me. I breathed deeply as his tongue drifted into my mouth, my cock starting to harden once more.

I finally looked at the clock and saw it was 8:45, first lecture was at 9... I jumped out of bed and threw my clothes on very quickly, washed and ran to lectures... as arrived I realised I was still wearing the stupid, tight 'I love cock' tee. Emboldened by the events of last night and this morning, not to mention feeling Gary's seed still inside me, and my well stretched ass. I took a hold of myself and went in, I certainly wasn't unnoticed here. There were a fair few whispered comments and plenty of looks. Including a couple of smiles from a couple of guys.

After the third lecture I was set to go home, but as I was leaving the lecturer stopped me. "Your shirt, that's a great bar, I go there often. You working there?" He asked.

"Yeah, I just started," I replied. And once again my up bringing and the general homophobic brainwashing is screaming at me - tell him it's just job, I'm not gay or anything. I suppressed it, knowing I needed to allow myself to be who I was. Even if who I was a filthy little homo slut... "Seems like a lovely place, though probably lovelier when your drinking than when you're working," I said awkwardly.

He laughed and nodded, "so I see they're still employing cute barmen," he added, holding eye contact for just a fraction too long.

"I guess," I blushed. Geez is he flirting?? I can feel my cock hardening. What the hell: this guy is like 60! Yet his desire is really getting me worked up. My ass is still feeling well used but I'm thinking about getting on my knees right here and draining his old balls...

"So... how accurate is that shirt?" He asked, the subtle flirting losing it's subtlty.

"I erm..." I stuttered, not ready at all for that question. "Well... that's for me to know and you to find out," I managed, trying to regain some level of composure.

"Challenge accepted," replying with a wink. "How about we grab a drink?"

"Yeah, that'd be great... Although I'm working every night till Monday." I replied... no idea what I was doing.

"Well let's swap numbers, and we can sort something out," he suggested confidently.

I agreed and we swapped numbers, and I finally left the lecture theatre... Completely dumbfounded at what had just happened, mostly at why I was so eager for this dirty old man.

I arrived at wor, the bar was fairly quiet, Gary was there being his sexy self, although he had to spend a fair bit of time in the back rooms, he and Terrence, The owner, were going through the accounts. Kamal continued making body contact whenever he had the chance, and I was relishing it. As I got braver, I made a point of "accidentally" brushing his crotch with my ass in the tighter passages and bending all the way down to the bottom shelf when he was behind me. In my head saying, it's right there, just take it. I continued struggling to take my eyes off Cammy, pert ass and bee stung lips, driving me crazy. Cammy was extremely feminine, with long hair, make up and nails, however didn't really present as a woman, just a girly guy, and my gosh he looked amazing.

"Are you checking me out again?" He asked flirtatiously after catching me looking for the umpteenth time.

"I.. er.. I was just admiring your lipstick, it really works well for you." I stuttered. More than aware of how pathetic it was.

"And what were you imagining my lips doing?" He smirked with a twinkle in his eye.

I turned scarlet, he smiled more, clearly enjoying my discomfort. "I.. erm wasn't... I.. didn't mean...." I tailed off. Then, finding some composure, "Fine, as you probably hear 50 times a day, you're bloody gorgeous and it's hard not to look!"

"Oh, so just eye candy then... or...." He said looking towards the bulge in my trousers, and moving in to whisper in my ear, his hot breath down the side of my neck, "Maybe you'd like to hear me calling your name, as you breed my ass.... Or maybe you want to hear me begging.... Please daddy, give me that big cock, I've been a good girl....or maybe you want me to make you up, into pretty little slut, then bind and gag you so I can use you like the filthy whore you are..." He stepped back with a sweet innocent smile on those juicy pink lips.

For a second I had nothing, except the rock hard cock trying to rip my trousers. "Er yes." I gasped, trying to remember to breath.

"yes to which?" he inquired, clearly amused, possibly interested..

"All of it," I breathed. Completely blown off me feet by his filthiness. Looking so sweet and innocent, but that filth coming from him.... I loved it.

Just then Gary came through and asked me to pop through to the back for a chat. This didn't sound good, was I in trouble? A problem thishis early on they'd just fire me, surely.... I made my way through to the back office and Terrence was sat waiting for me. Terrence was an older guy mid to late fifties, with a bit of a beer belly, and a friendly face.

"Grab a seat, nothing to worry about" He chirped.

"Hi, Terrence" I said nervously.

"Hi yourself, call, me Terry. Just wanted to check in with you -- see how you're settling in..." He said. I breathed a sigh of relief and told him I was really enjoying it there. We chatted on quite pleasantly for a few minutes and I was feeling quite at ease.

"So would you like to earn a bit more cash?" He asked.

"Well yeah of course," I answered. Clueless as to where this was clearly going, in my youthful naivety. "Although I couldn't do too many shifts in case it interferes with my lectures."

"Oh, don't worry about that... you can do this job whilst you're on shift," He smirked.

"Cool, that sounds awesome!" I replied, started to wonder what needed to be done that he'd pay extra for. As he stood up and started undoing his belt I finally realised what he wanted.

He wants to pay to fuck you like some kind of whore, my internal monologue told me disdainfully.

He wants to pay to fuck you like some kind of whore, the words in my head repeated, now lusty and sexual. A filthy little cockloving whore, I thought, already getting down on my knees.

I took his old cock out, it was still fairly soft, but so thick... I was doubtful that I could take it. I started rubbing his member getting into a nice rhythm, when I felt his hands on my head pulling me in. I'd never really considered it but being paid for sex was a real turn on, I loved being a slut, but a whore... amazing! I opened my mouth letting my tongue enjoy his swollen head as he entered my mouth. Terry, however, had other Ideas. He rammed it home burying my face in his belly, I gagged, coughed and spluttered on his cock, but he just started pumping my mouth regardless... water streamed from my eyes as I tried to get a breath, eventually using my hands to push him back.

"Not used to sucking cock are you?" he chuckled.

"It's my second time," I replied still catching my breath and trying to wipe the spit off of my face.

"I'm so sorry, I'll be more gentle. Wow second ever eh?" he mused, clearly turned on by this fact."

"Don't be gentle..." I said looking up into his eyes. "I loved it, just need to catch my breath." Scarcely able to believe I'd just said that, although I meant it.

He Immediately returned to fucking my mouth, groaning as coughed and choked on it. I was managing to just about breath, and loved every second. He continued pounding at me, belly crashing into my face each time, then he started twitching in my mouth. And that feeling of my mouth filling with liquid, as he ground into the back of my throat. I swallowed it down hungrily, the mix of saliva and semen all over my face.

He pulled out his wallet and gave me some notes, whilst thanking me. I headed out and rushed to the toilets to clean up. As I got to the sink I heard the toilet door open, and saw Cammy enter out of the corner of my eye.

I tried hiding my cum and saliva covered face from him, but he came over to me put his hand on my chin and pulled my face around to him. He looked for a second then moved towards me, pushing those puffy pink lips onto mine. All the fluids rubbing onto his face as he kissed me so erotically. His tongue entering my mouth, making me feel... so many things, sure there was sexual desire... but liked him.

"well aren't you a good little whore," He said seductively. Then promptly left me to clean up....