Sticking to the rules of the bar owner [MF]

The owner of our bar had one rule that he was very strict about. Don’t fuck the customers. Some of my colleagues seemed to find it hard to comply, and they weren’t colleagues for long. The boss always found out. It wasn’t enough warning it seems so I had quite a busy schedule of always training new staff.

The upside was that those that had been here a while became quite close. Our bar was more like a mini club. We had two actual bars, lots of space between and a couple of platforms with dancers. There were some standing tables, and we had some booths at the back.

Melissa and I started on the same day. Our shifts were arranged so we’re always working the same hours. Our work outfits consisted of dark clothing with a white apron. The girls were free to wear trousers or skirts. Most opted for a skirt and a button up blouse, or button down. Pay was okay, but the tips was where the job made up for it.

We had a routine going where Melissa was flirty to the customers and when they became a bit too much, she would pretend I was her boyfriend. The one time this gorgeous hunk of a man was flirting with her and I could tell she was getting ready to jump over the bar and fuck his brains out. To snap her out of it I called her and asked her to get more ice from the machine. The boss has eyes everywhere. At least he likes to think so.

She told me to come with because it’s quite a bit and she doesn’t feel like making more than one trip. Two of our colleagues took over for us. We went to the hall in the back where the ice machine was, and she pulled me in for a steamy kiss. “If I can’t have the customer, I just take what I can,” she said. I wasn’t sure if I was offended or just glad, I got to finally fuck Melissa.

She hurriedly pulled my trousers down and lifted her skirt. There were no panties. She put her hands on the wall and bent over. “Quickly, we don’t have much time. Fuck me as hard as you can. I need a quick relief before I go back.” I obeyed. I grabbed her by the hips and fucked her hard and deep. It didn’t take long for her to cum. She had been rubbing her clit while I was pumping her pussy. She pushed me out of her, steadied herself and walked back with a bucket of ice.

I was a little dumbfounded, but it was a huge turn on. Taking a bucket of ice, I followed her example and made my way back. I was still rock hard under the apron. I had to pass behind her to serve a new customer and deliberately knocked my dick into her ass. She would turn around and slap my dick looking all angry. This didn’t help my hard on, quite the opposite.

Each time I caught her bending over to talk to a customer on the other side of the bar I would run my hand down her slit and rub her clit a little. The first time she let a moan escape and the customer got all hot and bothered. The look on that guy’s face was priceless. The second time I told her I was coming up behind her, she seemed to try and block me by crossing her legs. Okay. If I can’t get to your clit I will just finger you. So, I put my middle finger up her pussy and pushed it all the way in. She turned so quickly and was so angry. I put my finger in my mouth and sucked it dry, right in her face. She squeezed my dick at that.

The hunk had returned for more drink for him and his pals. Melissa and he were all flirty, and I knew her little cunt would get all hot and wet. I took an ice cube and without letting her know I came behind her and ran the ice cube down her slit. She twitched violently and turned around. I came in close and whispered. “I put that ice cube in his drink.” Her eyes lit up and served him the drinks. It turned her on that her hunk is drinking her pussy juices cocktail.

“I guess we need more ice soon,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes. “You can go for it. I don’t think we need that much,” I replied. My denial didn’t go over well with her. The twinkle turned to sexually charged fury. She whispered between her teeth. “You will get me some ice soon or you’re going to regret it in the morning.” She grabbed onto my dick and gave it a hard tug.

It seemed like she had cooled off a little and a few more customers were served. She was busy with this hot dark-haired girl with green eyes. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. She had her hair straight back in a pony tail, big hooped earrings, she had her lips filled with black lipstick. She wore a latex short sleeved top with a latex skirt. I could see the imprints of her nipple piercings. Melissa saw she was catching my eye. Before she could do anything though I yelled I was going to come behind her and slapped her on her bare ass.

The girl in the latex outfit raises an eyebrow with interest. I gave her a little wink. Melissa grabbed me by the hand. “Ice. You and me. Now!” She pulled me into the corridor next to the ice machine. She pushed me onto my knees. She gave me a whack in the face, grabbed my hair with both hands and shoved her wet cunt in my face. “Now lick it, you asshole!” I grabbed her ass cheeks and squeeze hard, my tongue whizzing over her clit. I slapped both cheeks and tongue fucked her pussy. She was riding my face. I was soaking wet, but so turned on by her anger.

I took her clit in my mouth and started to finger her. My tongue playing with her clit. She was moaning loudly, but the music was drowning us out. I had two fingers in there and could feel there was room for one, maybe two more. I added the third finger and shoved them into her hot cunt. That did the trick, she started bucking her hips. She came all over my face, her cum running down my chin onto my chest. She stepped back, there was a bit of a wobble in her legs. She looked down on me, grabbed a handful of hair and pulled. “I hate that you make me cum like this,” she growled. Again, she walked away.

We were getting ready for closing time and I was frustrated as hell. She teased me till the last customer was gone. Grabbing a hold of my dick and squeezing it hard, growling in my face. She would elbow me in passing. I was angry and extremely horny. She would come in close and whisper. “Is that my cum I smell in your face?” She would give me a little kiss on the cheek as if I was some little kid that needed comforting. Fuck her.

We left at the same time. Her car was parked next to mine so we walked together. “Is everything okay there? You seem a little grumpy,” she said sarcastically. She was busy taking her keys out when I grabbed her by the arm and I pushed her over her bonnet. “Hey, what do you think…” I gave her no time to finish that sentence. I shoved my dick in her pussy, which was very wet still. I pushed her head down and started pumping. She started rubbing her clit, up and down, as I was pumping my dick with all my anger into her. Her legs were hitting the side of her car as I slammed my hips in her. It didn’t take me long I was so frustrated. I came deep in her pussy, releasing all my cum in her. Before she had a chance to cum, I pulled out of her. I put my dick back in my trousers. Took my car keys out of my jacket pocket and got in. I looked at Melissa still sprawled on her bonnet. Wondering what tomorrow will bring, I turned the engine on. As I reversed my headlights shone over her bare bottoms, my cum dripping out of her pussy. I drove off in a daze and that night I slept really well for a change.

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