[MF] One drink can’t hurt.

If you’re at the point in your life where you’re looking for a steady supply of promiscuous sexual partners and illegal narcotics, you need to go work in a restaurant. Seriously, put the keyboard down, go find an Olive Garden or something, and throw applications at them until you get hired. Even the ugliest person can easily find someone to bang and a decent weed hookup at the minimum.

At this point in my life I had worked in food service for almost 10 years, and having burnt out from serving I had found a position as a line cook with decent pay. Nothing glorious, I wasn’t Anthony Bourdain, but as a cook you can fuck with everyone because they all need something from you; their food. Bartenders hold a similar position of power, and it’s a fun position to hold.

Melissa was one of the servers. She was a recent college grad and was newly back in town, currently living with her Mom. While her face left much to be desired her body was a solid 10. She had great toned legs with a tight firm ass, and a flat stomach topped with beautiful huge breasts. Sadly her personality matched her face, and everyone thought she was generally annoying, but she spent a considerable amount of time at my station trying to talk me up, and I indulged her for shits and giggles. It’s simple really, if you’re going to rest your incredible rack on the line right in front of me and let me stare, I’m going to take the time to talk to you. We had never done anything, but it was obvious to everyone that out of the whole restaurant, I was her favorite.

One weekend night the shift was winding down and as we were closing shop, Mike the bartender was rallying the troops for a bit of late night fun. A bunch of the staff was going up the road to the shitty Irish bar we frequented for late night shots, and then we were heading back to Mike’s trailer for drugs and more drinking. It had been a long day, I had worked a double, and I was planning on retreating to my shit apartment for sleep.

Melissa appeared, and bounced happily up to my station.

“Hey! You’re coming right?” she inquired eagerly, her eyes filled with hope and excitement. “Do you want to ride with me?”

I explained my plans and she was having none of it.

“Aww come on! You never hang out with me! How about we just go for just one drink? Then we’ll call it a night?”

Sighing in contemplation, I reluctantly agreed, stupidly thinking “Yeah, one drink can’t hurt.” I was tired, but lonely, and hanging out with the crew would probably make me feel better.

We all wrapped up closing the place down and headed out the back door to our cars. Melissa and I were the last two out, and as we approached her car she threw her keys at me. “Here, can you drive? I don’t know exactly where we’re going.”

In we climbed and off we went. The bar wasn’t far, and as we started our short journey I felt her hand on my leg. Not 100% sure where this was going, I raised my eyebrows but said nothing. Melissa took my lack of comment as approval, because slowly she starting squeezing and rubbing, inching her hand up my leg towards my crotch. By the time she got there, I was rock hard, dick straining against the fabric of my jeans. My dick loves attention, and Melissa was apparently happy to give it.

“Wow,” was all she could muster and I felt her small fingers trace the outline of my dick. She started gently, but as we neared the bar she became more aggressive, grabbing as much as she could though my pants and tugging with need. As we parked she seemed to get even bolder, turning to face me directly while reaching out with her other hand.

Before she could go further, a loud banging on the window made us jump.

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! LET’S GOOOOO!! SHOOOTTSSS!!!” There was Mike, standing outside the car door with everyone else and letting loose his battle cry. We all have this friend, and Mike was good at it. All of them were oblivious to what was just happening inside the car, but the spell was broken and we went in to down some drinks.

As the evening blurred, I remember Melissa glued to me. Yes, she was happy to drink, but her focus was 100% on getting in my pants. When the others weren’t looking she would lean in and suck on my neck, run her hand down my leg and squeeze me through my jeans, or grind her ass on it when good songs came on. At one point she took my hand and guided it between her legs, and her jeans were soaked through.

Finally we extracted ourselves from the crew and got back to the car. The door hadn’t even finished closing before she leaned over quickly and started making out with me, her hands eagerly returning to my body. “Will you take me back to your place?” she softly pleaded in between kisses. Of course I would. I knew where this was going. She knew where this was going, and she knew exactly what she wanted.

We hadn’t left the parking lot before her hands were at my jeans, desperately struggling to get them open. With a pop and a zip I felt the cool air and my bulging hard dick sprung free. Melissa wasted no time wrapping her lips around it, slowly getting it slick and wet, half sucking, half stroking. The girl had no gag reflex, and I was surprised how difficult it was to keep the car between the lines as I felt how deep she took me. She alternated between sucking and stroking, paying attention to my balls and eventually running her finger past my balls to poke my ass. I let out a surprised moan, and she took that encouragement and ran with it, gently massaging my asshole with a finger as she picked up speed with her mouth. I’ve got great stamina, but when you start playing with my ass, it’s game over.

I quickly let her know I was about to cum, and she only pick up steam; sucking harder and fingering more aggressively. It was all I could do to keep my eyes open and both hands on the wheel as I exploded in her mouth, stars and fireworks obscuring my view of the road. It’s a miracle we didn’t crash. Her lips were glued on me, sucking and slurping audibly, insistent on getting every last drop of cum. She did. I was worried that this was it, I blew my load too early, but Melissa kept sucking. At first I squirmed against her mouth, the sensation of running her tongue up the underside of my cock was too much. But she (and the seat belt) held me firmly in place, and she was determined to get me back up. It didn’t take long.

Just as I was hard again, we pulled up to my apartment, and with an excited and knowing look, we paused to get inside and continue. I had headed to my closet to strip quickly out of my clothes and Melissa disappeared into my kitchen. Finally naked, I went to find her and upon getting around the corner my jaw hit the floor.

There stood Melissa, back to me and completely naked, standing at the the big open window that looked out back behind my building. Her clothes were in a hastily discarded pile in the corner. Her hands were up on the glass, her upper body bent over enough to present her ass and perfectly shaved pussy to me as I came around the corner. Even from 10 feet away I could see how wet she was; her lips were puffy and bright red, and a slickness ran over them and down her thighs.

“Please?” she softly begged, looking over her shoulder at me with a gaze mixed of lust and desperation. It was so fucking hot.

Maintaining composure, I slowly walked over, devouring the sight of her incredible body. She was shaking slightly, not from fear but from anticipation, desperate to used, desperate to feel my cock.

Grabbing my dick, I gently started rubbing my head up and down her pussy. Her knees got weak and she started to drop, but I caught her with my free arm and held her in place as I continued to tease her. She started shaking harder.

“Please what?” I replied. I wanted to hear her say it.

“Please fuck me.” she panted desperately. “Oh God.” She would moan as my head tickled her clit, her knees giving away more of her support. “Please, I need you. I need you so bad. Please?” I held firm, up and down my cock head went, occasionally pausing at her opening only to continue my stroke. Her begging was making me harder, and it was difficult to not give in.

“PLEASE!” she pleaded loudly with desperation, and I finally obliged. Grabbing a handful of her hair I aggressively pushed her forward so she was pinned against the glass of the window, proudly on display for all outside to see. In the same motion I slammed my cock in and held it in place, the pressure on her pussy causing her to cum immediately. Her juices exploded over my crotch and ran down our legs to the floor. As her legs gave way, the window held her in place, her tits serving as beautiful pillows and she enjoyed my cock for the first time. While she was still cumming I aggressively starting fucking her, one hand in her hair to hold her in place, the other on her ass cheek to roughly grab and slap. She moaned encouragement and begged for more, and I happily stoked her deeply as I ran my thumb over her her asshole, pausing only to plant hard slaps on her ass cheeks. She came again, recovered, and came a third time, all the while still begging softly through the gasps and moans. “Please..” she would pant, “more..” she would repeat, “I need more. Don’t stop. Please. Please fuck me.” Over and over again she pleaded as I furiously pounded her out.

There we stood, in the kitchen window, fucking like animals in heat for all to see. We didn’t care, it made it hotter, the chance of someone seeing us, the chance of being caught. Before too long I felt my balls clinch, and I quickly pulled out and shot rope after rope all over her pussy, her ass, and her back.

Finally letting go of her hair and backing away, she collapsed into a heap on the floor. There she laid, in a puddle of her own juice, shaking violently from the aftershocks of her orgasms, completely unable to move on her own accord, gasping for air and covered in cum. For a moment I was worried, but then I noticed her face; the look of someone in total bliss. Satisfied doesn’t even begin to describe the state Melissa was in.

I waited for her to catch her breath, and when she was ready I picked her up and carried her to bed. After cleaning each other up, we crashed from exhaustion, but she was eager to wake me up with her mouth the next morning. Melissa was a lot of fun for the next few weeks of my life.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7riqid/mf_one_drink_cant_hurt