The New Barmaid [M33/F25] [Trans] [Vanilla] [Blow Job]

I hate it when my boss does that to me. I can’t stand it when she dumps the new employees onto my shift. While telling me something like: “You are my best man, so show them what you know.”

That ass kissing, I hate it even more than when I have to take care of a beginner, but she was my boss. She owned the bar I worked in. She paid my salary. So I did what she told me to do: “Just sent them over to the bar. Thursday afternoon, one hour before I open up the place.”

Thursday, late afternoon, I was sitting in the bar reading a book, one and half hour before I planed to open up the place, she showed up. The new barmaid. My new coworker. And damn it, she had it. The moment she entered the room she had my attention. Fuck, she was a hot one. The regulars will love her.

After checking each other out, I introduced myself to her. I told her that I was thirty two years old. I told her that I was working in a bar since five, six years and I told her some private stuff of mine. She listened, nodded with her head and patiently waited until it was her turn to talk.

Then she introduces herself. She was twenty five years old. From a small town. And to my surprise, she had experience in working behind a bar. She had tapped beer at some local beer fests in her home town. She had served drinks and food at some cultural events as a side gig over the past few years. A huge smile appeared on my face when I heard that: So she got her job because she had experience, not just because she was a good looking one.

After we had our introduction talk I showed her the bar. I guided her through the small kitchen, the place we prepared the bar snacks we were selling. Then I showed her the storage room in the back. I told here were what was, in case we would run out in the front. Then I showed her the staff room – we had our own toilet – in the back, next to the storage room. And in the end I showed her the customer’s restroom.

After the round trip it was time to show her the card. To show her what drinks we are serving. To show her how to mix the simple ones we had on the menu. To moment she wanted to try one of them, I stopped: “Most important rule on my shift: Barkeeps don’t drink. If a customer wants to pay you a drink, tell them that you don’t drink on duty. They can buy you a coffee or a coke, if they want.”

She nodded with her had. Then she sat down and began to memorize the drink menu. By the looks of it, she really wanted the job. And I wanted her. Yes, a totally wrong thing to do. She was my coworker. You don’t fuck your coworkers. You don’t check them out all the time. You don’t hit on them. But in that case, I just wasn’t able to hold myself back.

After opening the bar, when the first customers, mostly regulars showed up, we began to work. She was good in dealing with customers. A little bit flirty, but she kept them on distance. She was exactly behaving as you should behave. She got tipped a lot in her first night. And according to some of my regulars, not only I was checking out her, she was checking out me too.

But nothing happened back then. It took a while, it took a lot of accidentally bumping into each other, a lot of checking each other out, a lot of compliments until it got sexual between my favorite coworker and me.

About two weeks later, after a long and demanding shift in the bar, my coworker and me were in the bar alone after the last drink was served, after the last customer went elsewhere.

It was nothing out of the ordinary, because once the shift was over, we were preparing the bar for the next one: Refilling the fridges, putting away the used glasses, swiping the tables and the bar, and putting the chairs on the table, for the cleaning crew that would show up during the day to swipe the floors, to clean the restrooms.

But that day was different. She did her duties in very seductive was. She clearly was up to something. She made me stare, she gave me a boner. She had a seductive smile on her face all the time. She was jumping around me. And then she stared at my boner: “You really like me, don’t you?”

I just smiled at her. No need to say any words. We looked each other in the eyes. We shared a gentle kiss. Soon after we shared passionate kisses. Our hands were all over each other’s bodies. Moments later I was sitting on the bar, my legs spread, my pants, my underwear on the floor and with my rock hard dick pointing towards her face.

She smiled at me. And swallowed my cock. Moaning escaped my throat as soon as my glans was in her mouth. It felt so good. Then she took me deeper. She took me balls deep. My dick was down her throat. No, she wasn’t gagging at all. She clearly had some experience on the field.

My hard one sliding in and out of her mouth. Sliding down her throat. It felt so good. I came closer and closer to an orgasm. But I didn’t wanted it to end now. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to stick my dick inside her. I wanted to empty my balls inside her.

So I made her stop. I pulled her up while I jumped off the bar. Then I gave her few gentle kisses. I took her by her waist and bent her over then next bar chair. She let out a few pleasant moans. Then she pulled up her skirt, while I pushed down her panties.

To my surprise she had a pair of balls and a dick between her legs. It was an awkward moment when I found out that she was trans. Nope, not because I had a problem with it, it just came as a surprise. So it took me some time to keep on going. She immediately realized what was going on: “Is that a problem for you?”

My answer was an honest one: “Nope. But I fear we need some lube. A just pulling a condom over my dick won’t be enough here.”

She got up again. She turned around and smiled me in the face: “I get some. I have some in my purse. I will be back soon. Don’t run away.”

Not even two minutes later she was back. With a bottle of lube in her hands. And a huge smile on her face. Then our eyes met again. Soon after our lips were touching. Passionate kisses were shared. Then I bent her over the bar chair again. She pulled up her skirt, I pulled down her panties.

Then I put a condom on my hard dick, I drowned it all in lube and placed myself behind her. My hands were on her hips, my dick was sliding inside her asshole. Moaning escaped when I gave her a first gentle thrust. Moaning escaped her throat and mine. Damn it, it felt so good.

After some time I went in harder. She loved my doing. Her moaning got more intense. More and more tension was building up. I came closer to an orgasm with every thrust I gave her. She came closer to an orgasm with every thrust I gave her.

Her hands were already looking for something to hold on to. Our moaning was filling the room. All that mattered was my dick sliding in and out of her asshole. It felt so damn good. We both got lost. Fucking was the only thing that mattered. One hard and deep thrust was followed by the next one.

And then, boom. My balls unloaded themselves. I filled up the condom with my semen. Seconds later her legs began to tremble. She collapsed onto the bar chair. While I struggled to keep standing upright. Fuck, it came good. And she came with me. What an awesome first time.

After we were ourselves again, after we were dressed again we just looked at each other. We looked each other in the eyes. But the attraction was gone. Horny was cured. There was no warm and fuzzy feeling in our bellies. We just had the hots for each other. And we cured it.

And we did that a couple more times during the following weeks and month. We were coworkers and fuck buddies. Until the day she quit her job. Nope, it wasn’t because of me, or because of what was going on between the two of us, she just got an offer for a better paid office job. One of our regulars hired her. We lost contact to each other soon after. No regrets from my side, but sometimes, sometimes I just love to look back at the time we spent fucking each other. That is all.

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