It was late July in Florida, needless to say it was sweltering heat. The only reprieve to be offered was inside. The buses weren’t air conditioned, and the 45 minute bus ride was a hot one to say the least. The short walk from the bus to the door always seemed endless. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I knew it was him but I couldn’t check it while I was “on stage” (Disney term for being in costume and in the public eye). I hurried into the cast area. Beads of sweat trickled down my neck. As I stepped into the chilly hallway of the building I pulled my phone from my pocket. His text said, “Things are about to get hot!” A wry smile played across my lips as I wrote out my response, “Promise?” I could feel my heart speed up waiting for the reply. Out of the corner of my eye, as I was clocking in, I thought I saw him pass by the other end of the hallway. My phone buzzed and I casually checked it, in case he was looking at me. “Yep. I promise!” I thought that was an odd response. So I shook my head and walked into the backroom of the shop. The very first thing I heard was, “The AC is broken,” I immediately thought what a dick! He got me! I giggled to myself and just thinking about him turning up the heat already had me a little wet.
Around 730 he texted me directions to a different place on property and asked when my break was. When it was finally break time the anticipation was killing me. Every agonizing second had been made worse by his presence in the store. He had been in there all night working on the air conditioner, and made sure I was fully aware of it. As I stripped my work shirt off to reveal a tight pink tank top (I was careful to wear my dark blue bra today, I like to be kinda trashy). As I followed the directions, I couldn’t help but enjoy the ever so slight breeze, and the mist off of the water feature. I walked down the hallway, unsure. I stood in front of a door and knocked. No answer. I texted him. I was lost. When he texted me back he asked where I was. I walked down the hall, the opposite way. I saw a door crack open and I knew. Shivers traveled my body. He yanked me into the bathroom, scolding me, “where the fuck have you been?” but before I could answer he shoved me up against the bathroom door.
I was immediately turned on about how nasty and typically porno- esque this was. Big burly sexy as hell guy with a huge cock, already sporting his massive wood, sexy young girl with big perky tits and a round ass, fairly clean bathroom. The only difference was this was real. And the sweat was beading on my arms and chest. In his attack, he had nearly ripped my shirt trying to get my tits out. He sucked on my neck and down my chest, roughly grabbing my ass and pulling my pants down. My fingers slipped easily around his belt and yanked him in. I greedily undid his pants and his cock sprang out. I ran my fingers along my pulsing hot pussy, my wetness seeping down my leg. I smeared myself on him and rubbed his pulsing cock. “We Don’t have much time,” he growled at me, “because someone was late.” He smacked my ass hard. The heat pulsing across me and I yelped. He flipped me over and I held onto the handicapped bar. He smacked me again hard, “Fuck me!” I moaned. He dipped his cock into my pussy, pushing into my tight pink pussy nice and slow. Then again, and faster. He slammed into me, deeper and deeper. I could feel my pussy spasm around him. He grunted and I could feel his sweat drip onto my back. I begged him to put it his big cock into my ass. “You’re a dirty fucking slut,” he whispered in my ear as he wet my hole with my own cum. As he slid his head into my ass I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I flexed around him and he grunted again smacking my ass hard. Within a few thrusts he was as deep into me as he thought he could go. He thrust into me and I swayed back against him and I could feel him cumming deep in me. He let out a deep groan. He slapped my ass again. Right then, I hit my fourth orgasm. I came again. A glance at my watch told me I was late getting back. As he eased out of me, I tried to catch as much cum as I could in my hand, I eager licked it off of my fingers. I pulled my pants up and put my tits away. “Thanks for the lay,” I said over my shoulder as I slipped out the door, His eyes following me. And that was it. When I got back to the store, my manager was so busy he didn’t even notice me slip back in.
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