Fucked a Coworker after the Bar [MF]

Here’s one of the worst kept secrets in the service industry. The stories are true, everybody is fucking eachother.

When I was in my mid-20s I worked behind the stick at a fancy martini bar in a small-ish midwestern city. I was in a mildly dark place in my life. I drank too much and spent too many late nights getting up to all kinds of mischief. The unintended consequence of this was that, when thrust into a high-pressure, lots of alcohol situation like a high volume, fancy bar with a bunch of other people with similar attitudes, we got up to a lot of mischief together.

By the time I left that town I had the feeling of sneaking off like a thief in the night while all of the messy, drunk flings I’d had there burned like Rome in her final days behind me. Here’s one.

Her name was Kalah and she was trouble. I would imagine she is still trouble to this day. She was the girl who was ordering shots right before bar close, she’d get uncomfortably close to all the FNGs*, slapping asses, brushing her ample breasts on you in a tight hallway.

Kalah and I had done a fair bit of flirting since I started at the bar. She was one of the senior staff and honestly one of the best fucking bartenders I’ve ever seen handle a post-dinner Spanish Coffee rush. Nothing had ever come of it, however, as we usually ended up at the dive down the street with the rest of the crew after work and so our flirting was kept to just that.

One chilly winter evening I had been first cut and had drifted down to said dive for a whiskey or five. I was finishing up a game of pool with one of the other local drunks when the bartender hollered Last Call. None of my compadres from work had drifted down post-shift so I decided to just call it a night and head home.

My apartment was in the direction of the bar I worked at so, in my infinite, drunken wisdom I decided to swing by and see if anybody was having a nightcap after close. Lo and behold, my instincts proved me right. Kalah and a few other staff were hanging out at one of the tables with most of the lights off. I knocked on one of the windows and mimed freezing to death to Kalah who came over and opened the door.

“You’ll catch your death out there! Let’s get you a whiskey to warm you up,” she said.

Who am I to question the logic of a beautiful woman who is offering me liquor?

After a few drinks we were well past 3AM. People started trickling out and Kalah and I were left to lock up.

We engaged in a little small talk that veered toward dirtier and dirtier topics. I told her about how I had fucked one of my ex girlfriends in the middle of a bar that she worked at in college in a situation very similar to this one. Kalah seemed to take it as a challenge.

Before I knew what hit me, Kalah was straddling me in one of the arm chairs in the lounge of the bar, grinding her pussy through her tight black pants onto my cock. I should mention at this point that this bar had full, floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out onto one of the main streets in this town. If anyone at all had been walking by at 4AM they would have seen us getting busy, no questions asked.

She moaned approval as she dropped to her knees and freed my cock from my jeans. Swirling her tongue over my head and taking as much as she could into her mouth. I laced my fingers into her long, black hair and fucked her face, shoving my thick, long cock down her throat as she choked and groaned.

Pulling back on her hair, I looked her in the face, only the street lights and neon beer signs in the windows illuminating us. Her makeup was running and she had a look of pure, animal lust in her eyes.

“Go over to the bar.” I said.

She nodded, letting me take control.

She stood on the customer side of the bar, her hands braced against the rail. I came up behind her, pulling her tight, black pants and her thong down over her voluptuous ass with one swift movement, while bending her over the bar at the same time. With her pants around her ankles, her legs were sort of held together, I rubbed a finger over her smooth slit, she was already soaking wet. Kneeling down I gave her pussy a few licks, spreading her cheeks and darting my tongue into her asshole.

“Oh my god,” she moaned.

The raw lust in the air was too much for me. I stood up and pushed my throbbing cock inside of her dripping pussy from behind. This was no time for subtlety. Grabbing her by her hips I started fucking her hard over the bar. She reached up under her work shirt and pulled out one of her breasts, pinching the nipple as I hammered into her.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she practically screamed as I fucked her as hard as I damn well could.

Then suddenly the lights came on.

*FNGs is an industry term for “Fucking New Guy/Girl” and can either be endearing or a cussword depending on the situation.*

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7hyt71/fucked_a_coworker_after_the_bar_mf