Hey Boss, you don’t mind if I work overtime, do you? [Hentai inspired] [ rape (first part only)] [Gangbang] [Creampie] [Anal] [Prostitution] [Public] [Freeuse]

The perfect dream job for the busty adventurer to satisfy her dirty desires! Hey Boss, you don’t mind if I work overtime, do you?

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Part 1

‘It’s no secret that I’m the girl pulling in the most profit for the tavern. The boss clearly hired me for my amazing looks and he clearly got more than he bargained for. Lucky him ?. The customers like coping a feel of my juicy ass. Can’t really blame them?.

I was a normal adventurer until a month ago when boss scouted me and offered me a price I could not refuse. It was pretty normal, serving drinks, flirting with the customers, earning commissions. An occasional lap dance if I was in the mood.

But I guess one day I was getting tipsy, and the guy I was servicing at the time was just buying me drink after drink. I thought, sure, why not, more commission for me.

Couple more drinks down I excused myself and went to use the bathroom. I’m not completely sure because my memory is kind of foggy but I think I gave him a kiss on the cheek before I got up.

I came out of the stall and was washing my hands when someone came in. I wasn’t paying attention to who it was but suddenly, I was pinned against the wall. The feeling of terror coursed through my body, but before I could scream his lips were on mine.

I took a deep breath. The smell of beer and cologne. Not that bad of a smell. He held me there, pinned. I struggled but he was too strong. Struggling wasn’t getting me anywhere

He wasn’t letting up anytime soon. He took his time stuffing his tongue down my throat. I gagged but I could feel his lips curl into a smile. When he was perfectly sure I wasn’t gonna scream he grouped my hands together, grasping my wrists in his large palm. He led me into a stall.

Note that his mouth had not left mine for a single second. I had no opportunity to escape. He locked the stall door and started running his fingers between my thighs.

To start with, the bar uniform is quite slutty. A top that was more like a bra, a skirt and leggings. I moaned. My heart was beating fast, blood coursing through my head.

Arousal is arousal, what can I say. I’m a sub and that was clearly NOT helping. He stopped rubbing and my heart fell. The hand went over my throat and he finally backed away from me. I could see the trail of saliva glittering in the light. I was out of breath and panting.

I had my suspicions but yeah, it was the guy who was buying me drinks. He whispered. “Scream and I’ll choke you.”

I nodded. I could feel his grip on my hands tightening even though I gave assurance.

He pulled down my top and from that fleeting eyebrow raise I could tell he was impressed. I’m confident in my body and a bit of pride welled up in me?. He gave my breast a squeeze and fondled it.

“You have some nice tits” he remarked. I just nodded.

“Well, I’m running out of time so let’s just get to it” He pulled down my skirt and my underwear. He then took off his pants, revealing an erect monster. It was like 11 inches.

My pupils widened. I mouthed a silent “no” and shook my head slightly. ‘I don’t think that fits’ I thought. He clearly didn’t care and just slid it in. I say slid like it went in easily and smoothly but… I was wet but for 11 inches can you really be wet enough?

He pushed a good 8 inches in and I felt full as fuck. My insides were stretched and never before have I felt so… complete? It was like that dick was the key that entered it’s rightful lock.

He didn’t even start moving and yet I was going through a slight pleasure shock. Unconsciously, I wrapped my leg around his waist and tried to pull him deeper into me. He had another 2 inches and I fucking wanted it.

He clearly wanted to get it in too and after a minute of desperation he was buried to his balls. He then started rocking back and forth slowly.

Uhh?. Every thrust made my body shudder. My eyes rolled back as he pumped his cock into my pussy, molding me. We went for like 10 minutes. I can remember hearing people go in and out but at some point I stopped caring and was too focused on the meat rod entering and exiting me.

I don’t know how I did it but I somehow got both legs wrapped around him ?. My arms were hugging his neck and his hands were supporting my ass. Eventually my eyes rolled back and I buried my face in his shoulder. That scent seemed to be getting better the more I had of it. My body trembled as I orgasmed. I panted and he came a couple seconds after, thrusting it all the way in and filling my womb.

I was too tired to care. I just had the best fuck of my life and that warm cum was so comfortable. He laid me down on the toilet seat and left. The boss found me there an hour later, still dazed.

The boss was pissed and immediately blacklisted that guy. (He also didn’t pay?). He was caught later and I’m not sure what happened to him.

Anyways, that night when I got home I got into a masturbation frenzy. I wanted to replicate the feeling. Of satisfaction, of being filled. My dildos weren’t big enough to satisfy me anymore and I just couldn’t orgasm properly. It was a long night.

Part 2

Bit of a time skip but 3 weeks after, I was giving blowjobs and getting fucked in the bathroom daily. My boss was ticked off but after seeing how sales were up when I was working and that my name was making it’s rounds across the town, we worked out a new contract and I was added to the menu.

Blowjobs, anal, bondage, gangbang. The list started growing and eventually the boss cleared out a VIP room and made it mine. My menu was separated from the drinks and only those who had spent $100 that day were even allowed in.

I was basically a whore. But, the pay was good, the drinks were good and the dicks were good.

To end off the dairy for the day I’ll go over the gangbang I had. A customer was clearly way too drunk and required a custom service. He talked, or well, tried to with his slurred speech, talk to the boss. They worked out a deal and I was led out into the middle of the tavern. The customer spoke in a loud tone, mocking everyone and going on and one about how I was his, and that they could have his leftovers after he was done.

I just so fucking tired of his rambling. At this point my uniform didn’t even include a bra, I just had 2 large star stickers over my nipples. My skirt was replaced with a thong. The feeling of multiple men running their gazes up and down my body made my pussy leak. I could feel the list in their gaze.

I kissed the customer who had their hand on my ass before pushing them down on the floor. I mounted him and grinded against his crotch, feeling the bulge grow under him.

The crowd cheered. It made me feel so good. The applause, the praise, the feeling of pride. I expertly slipped down his pants and threw my thong into the crowd. I watched the guys jump for it.

I lowered myself on the cock under me and moaned as the familiar satisfaction of being filled to the brim filled me. How I love this feeling.

I bounced up and down, shaking my ass. The guys loved the show and I loved giving it to them. The guys close to us were gutsy and were slapping my ass every now and then. The others in the bar were either watching intently or were pulling other waitresses or their companions over.

He quickly came but I was far from satisfied. I hadn’t even started! How could you leave me when I was just warming up?

Thankfully, he got up and bend me over the nearest table. He positioned his dick and thrusted.

I gasped. He went for my ass! I squeezed out of surprise and he moaned. He started ravaging my asshole and I gasped and panted with my face pressed against the table. The occupants of the table were stroking themselves as they watched me.

I moaned so god damn loudly people down the block could probably hear me. I felt my ass filing up and with a *pop* the customer pulled out and took a seat. He was clearly spent. I stayed like that for a moment before getting up.

I was gonna return to my room but the occupants at the table also got up. One bent me over and I looked around and glanced at boss in confusion. He just nodded. It seemed like that guy actually paid for me to be used by others after I was done with him.

Knowing that I had free reign I enthusiastically buried his cock into my dripping cunt. Another occupant at the table came over and thrust his cock in my mouth. And just like that, I was being spit roasted.

I pride myself in my blowjobs but when you’re being spitroasted there isn’t much to do in terms of skill. I just stood there, getting filled. It was a nice break, no need to worry about technique and making the experience better for the customer. All I had to do was sit there and be pounded.

It was the joy of missionary all over again. I lost myself in the desperate grunts and the frantic thrusting. I was gagging but when person number 2 came in my mouth I made sure to swallow like a good slut ?. I loved the feeling of their cock pulsating in my mouth. The guy drilling my pussy cream pied me soon after. I had no time to rest as the next person was approaching. From the corner of my eye I saw boss putting up a sign with “condoms for $1” on the counter.

The night flew by. I fucked, or rather got fucked by like 50 guys. I eventually orgasned and passed out.

I woke up and saw condoms littered around me, like prizes or something. I looked around and I was clearly under the familiar counter desk. My legs were secured to the table top and my overflowing pussy was facing the door. It seems some people didn’t use condoms. I could feel my pussy and ass oozing cum as I tried to move.

Ah, true satisfaction. The boss walked over

“Ah, you’re awake. We made a killing because of you. I’ll divide your share later but if you keep this up, you’ll be rich real soon.”

I groaned as my body was aching.
“That sounds amazing boss, but can you let my legs down?”

“Ah, of course” he said, while in the middle of counting a large wad of bills.

“So, how about it. Would you like to do this again?”

I thought about my aching body, the eyes filled with lust and the intent to ravage me, the men fighting for my thong, the cum ozone out of me and how much I enjoyed the experience.

I smiled “Hey Boss, you don’t mind if I work overtime do you?”

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