18[FM] Pizza slut…

I work at a pizza place that’s just outside of town centre. I wish it was a Pizza Hut, to make the Pizza Slut pun work harder, but it wasn’t. It was a wood-fire place that’s one of two owned by this older guy that we can call Mr. P.

Everyone knows Mr. P is a dirty old man, considering that he only hires cute or hot female servers, and requires the tightest black slacks and either black or white, tight button up shirts. It’s not an inappropriate uniform at all, but when he visits he’ll let you know if your stuff isn’t tight enough with a comment. When we train new girls, we call the slacks “sex pants” and pretty much everyone knows what kind of look they’re going for.

Now, to my knowledge, sex isn’t something Mr. P usually expects from servers. I don’t know about the other store, but in my location I was the only one (spoilers.)

Mr. P was an older, rich guy, and I think guys his age and from his era have a more acute sense of when a girl is a slut. Experience I guess, and back in his day you could swing at every pitch and not get strung up for it.

Anyway, he must have sniffed me out because it was only his first or second visit to our store after I was hired that he told me that the way my thighs didn’t touch at the top was perfect. I was a little shocked but mostly turned on, since I love knowing men are thinking about me sexually. He didn’t stop there with his comments, telling me he appreciated that I avoided panty lines and wondering aloud if I even had panties on. He told me my tits looked hot in my blouse, and how he was glad I was petite because it made them look bigger.

Mind you, Mr. P is not exactly a fit, attractive older man. Big belly, gray hair and smelled and looked greasy. (Looks a bit like Ton Jeramy)he wasn’t winning any beauty contests. But he had confidence, and a fuck-it attitude.

Only an hour or two into my shift, he told one of the other servers to cover my section and asked me to come back to his office.

His office was tiny, just a windowless room with a desk that had papers on it, a file cabinet and a chair. He didn’t even have a computer, since he did everything from an iPad. It was a shitty office, and an even shittier fuckpad.

“Megan(real name), seeing you strut around out there made my cock harder than a steel rail.” I remember his exact phrasing because it was NOT TRUE. He was semi-erect, which maybe was relatively hard for him, but I was less than impressed. But I’m skipping ahead.

“…steel rail. Be a good girl and get out of those clothes for me.”

In a moment of shock I don’t know what it was. His attitude or something but I couldn’t help myself and did as I was told Like a good girl, I peels off my sex pants (proving to him I did have panties on, little lacy thongs he ordered me out of) and doffed my blouse and bra.

While I was undressing, he took out his semi-erect cock and told me to suck him a little. I kneeled down and took him in my mouth, my forehead pressed into his belly until he got fully hard, and even then bumping into it when I took him deep.

He stopped me after not too long, and I suspected he wanted to make sure he fucked me and wasn’t sure he’d make it up again if he came in my mouth.

He helped me to my feet (what a gentleman!) and asked me if I was on the pill. I said yes, and he smiled and told me “Good girl!” For the record, asking if a girl is on the pill is not the same as asking if you should wear a rubber, but apparently that’s what he was really asking.

He turned me around and told me to put my hands on the desk. With a little effort he managed to get himself lined up right by spreading his legs, since I’m sure his knees were not the best. I let out a gasp when he sunk it into me, and he told me to be as loud as I wanted, no one would hear. One glance at the bullshit hollow door that was on the office put the lie to that statement, but I thought fuck it, he wants the ego boost.

He began thrusting into me, and I moaned for him, little high gasps and sighs, and desperate groans and whimpers when he started getting me close. He was growling out dirty talk, keeping his voice lower than I was keeping mine, telling me I was a good girl with a tight cunt and a hot little ass. He praised my tits and body in general and told me how he wanted to fuck me every time I worked and have me suck him so I could swallow his load, because he knew I’d love it.

I could hear the cooks through the door, talking, laughing, and I knew they could hear me moaning for the old man clear as day, and that was working for me BIG TIME. I imagined the looks on their faces when I did the walk of shame out of here tonight, and that, combined with Mr. P’s now truly steel-rod cock, made me cum HARD.

My pussy must have clamped down tight on the old guy’s cock, because as I was cumming, I felt him shooting inside me.

He pulled out of me before I was even done cumming, making me gasp and whimper a little more in frustration, but I think he was tired of standing like that because he sank down in the only chair.

“Megan, you’re a good kid. Take a minute to straighten up and go back out and help Kelly,” he said. I felt very used, and that made it even hotter.

I dressed, and could feel myself leaking into my panties immediately. Once I was clothed, I went back out and relished the judgmental stares of all my coworkers with shameful glee.

He left soon after, and no one said anything aloud to me about it, even though they all knew.

This was literally last night and thought I’d write it up. Not sure what to do next I’m still a bit in shock! But I still can’t stop thinking about it. Would love to hear people’s opinions going forwards and stuff!

TL:DR—I let the owner of the pizza joint I worked at fuck me and everyone could hear him doing me.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/93qzjq/18fm_pizza_slut