Another morning shift

I woke up the next day, my body ached from James' rough handling. Every movement reminded me of his relentless dominance. My mind kept drifting back to our encounters, recalling the sensations and the thrill of submission.

I knew I couldn't continue like this. I looked over at Alex, he was still asleep. Despite my guilt, I also longed for more of James' aggressive lovemaking. I couldn't shake the desire that burned inside me.

Careful not to wake Alex up, my hand slid between my legs, seeking relief once more. The memory of James claiming me overwhelmed me. I pressed two fingers against my entrance, searching for the pressure that I craved.

With each slow thrust, my need grew stronger. I needed to feel the power of his commanding presence once more.

Feeling my pulse race, I bit my lip, **** for the raw intensity that only James could provide. I looked at Alex, sound asleep next to me, his trusting face unaware of the darkness growing within me. My body begged for the taste of domination, for the primal thrill of giving in to James' demands.

My fingers were gently probing my sore opening, remembering the intensity of his thrusts. I felt a twinge of pain, but it was a reminder of the ruthless passion we shared. I couldn't deny the deep yearning that still burned within me. The memory of his harsh commands, it all drove me deeper into my fantasies.

I lost myself in my mind, replaying the vivid moments with James. I craved more of his raw passion. I brought myself to climax, a stifled cry escaping my lips as my body trembled from the **** of the sensations.

Alex stirred, I pretended to be asleep, my chest heaving from the exertion. He cautiously reached over to me, running his hand gently along my side. "Morning, baby" He whispered softly. I hesitated before responding, my thoughts swirling. "Good morning, Alex" I managed, my voice hoarse. I couldn't bring myself to meet his gaze.

"What's wrong?" Alex queried, concern written across his face.

"Nothing, I'm just tired. Been working hard, you know." I said, dismissively.

Alex climbed out of bed and headed to the shower. I watched him go before tracing my fingers along my wetness. I brought it to my mouth and sucked deeply. Tasting my own essence, it sent a wave of excitement coursing through me. My thoughts turned to James once more.

Alex came back into the bedroom and began getting ready for work. I went for my turn in the bathroom. I spent longer than usual making sure I looked desirable, I wanted to look good for James.

I chose a short skirt that showed off my legs. The hemline stopped midway between my knees and my thighs. I teamed it with a tight fitting shirt, leaving the top few buttons undone. My makeup was carefully applied to enhance my features, especially my eyes.

After ensuring that my appearance was perfect, I prepared to leave. I made my way downstairs and met Alex at the door. He gave me a lingering kiss goodbye, his eyes filled with desire. From his reaction, I knew I looked good.

I arrived at The Clock Bar at 9am, we didn't open for another hour so it would be just James and I, alone. The excitement of the potential intimacy ahead heightened my senses.

I walked through the doors. James greeted me with a warm smile from behind the bar. He was dressed impeccably in a dark suit, his hair freshly combed. His piercing eyes seemed to sparkle when they met mine.

"Good Morning Lily," he greeted me, continuing with his work. My heart raced at the sight of him. He appeared composed, I felt anticipation coursing through my veins.

I approached the bar, he continued working, not giving me the attention I felt I deserved.

"Good morning, boss," I greeted him, attempting to maintain a cheerful tone. I couldn't help but notice the way his hands moved, his body language suggesting a hidden impatience.

"Is everything alright, boss?" I asked tentatively, attempting to gauge his mood.

"Yes, can you get started with setting up the tables?" He gestured towards the seating area.

I nodded and quickly began setting up the tables, placing clean napkins, utensils, and glasses on each one.

"Abby is in at 10am so she can help when she gets in" James called over to me, before heading to the back rooms.

I watched him walk away, his suit accentuating his powerful frame. He had an air of authority that radiated from him. I couldn't help but feel drawn to him, the pull of his masculinity. I found myself wanting him again. I wasn't sure why he didn't seem interested today.

Was I not good enough for him? Had I somehow failed to satisfy him? These thoughts tormented me. I wanted to impress him, to show him just how much I desired him.

James came back out 30 mins later. "Everything set up?" He asked casually.

"Yes, boss." I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. I walked over to the bar, joining him behind it. He looked at me, but his expression remained cold. The uncertainty fuelled my curiosity further.

"Is there something bothering you, boss?" I asked tentatively, attempting to break the silence.

James hesitated before answering. "No." He responded abruptly.

I dropped to my knees in front of him. Forgoing any pride or embarrassment, I eagerly presented myself to him.

James gave me a look of contempt. "Can you not even control yourself for an hour?" He said angrily. He began unzipping his pants, his eyes locked on mine. "You're such a pathetic little slut," he spat venomously. The insult stung, but I refused to let it show.

I knelt in front of him, offering my mouth for his cock. He pulled his semi-hard erection out, pushing it roughly against my lips. I felt his hand grasp my head, holding it firmly as he pushed himself into my mouth. I took him deep, gagging slightly, as I explored his length with my tongue.

He began slowly thrusting his cock down my throat, I felt it expanding inside of me, making it harder to breathe. "You better hurry up before Abby gets here." James growled, increasing the pace of his thrusts. The harshness of his words ignited a fire within me.

I moved my head faster, taking him even deeper. The salty flavour of his pre-cum mixed with my own drool, I swallowed it down eagerly.

I felt James intensify the rhythm of his thrusts. He held my head in place, controlling my movements as he pounded into my mouth. I groaned as he fucked my face.

We both froze when the doors opened.

"Morning James!" Abby called over cheerfully as she entered. I was hidden from view, behind the bar. But James was stood facing the door, his cock deep down my throat.

"Morning Abby," he responded casually before resuming some long, slow thrusts down my throat. He was so deep inside me I had to fight the urge to gag and give us away.

I heard footsteps as she approached the bar. "Is Lily not in yet?" Abby inquired innocently, oblivious to what was happening behind the bar.

"She's tidying the stock room," James grunted in response, maintaining his grip on my head. He quickened his pace, forcing me to take him even deeper down my throat. I winced, feeling tears welling up in my eyes as I struggled to take him. It was impossible, his cock was too big. I tried my best to hide my struggle, keeping my lips pressed tightly around him.

"Can you make sure we're all set up outside, Abby," James instructed, still thrusting into my mouth. His voice sounded rough, almost strained. I could sense his desire building within him.

Abby nodded and left to check the smoking area. I felt James' cock pulse within me, signalling his approaching orgasm. I knew that I needed to please him, to prove myself worthy of his attention.

"Don't let her catch you or she'll tell her best friend, Alex" James warned, his words sending a chill down my spine. I felt fear rising within me, my heart pounding frantically.

He continued thrusting into my mouth, the pressure growing intense. I felt my resolve weakening as my determination faltered.

Abby returned, calling out to James. "Everything's set up outside, boss! Ready for our first customers." Her tone was chipper, unknowingly providing a contrast to the situation behind the bar.

"Great, thanks, Abby," James replied, his voice hoarse with effort. "Make sure all the tables in here are ready. Lily did it, but she's not got her head in the game" James muttered to Abby, as he continued to thrust into my mouth. He paused momentarily to glance at Abby, who appeared innocent and unaware of the situation behind the bar.

The tension was palpable as Abby nodded in agreement. She hurried off to complete her task, unaware of the perverse scene unfolding just a few feet away. James increased his pace, the intensity of his thrusts escalating rapidly. He grunted loudly, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Think she wants to fuck your pussy boyfriend?" he taunted, referring to Alex. His words sent a wave of jealousy through me. "Maybe I should fuck her too," he said sharply. My resolve crumbled, I moaned around his cock.

I knew he was close, I could feel him throbbing in my mouth. "All set up boss, should I go help Lily?" Abby asked cheerfully, completely unaware of the current situation.

"No, she can handle it," James dismissively replied, pushing his cock into my mouth and unloading into my throat. I felt his cum filling my mouth, dripping down my chin. The taste of his semen lingered on my tongue, as he released his grip on my head.

"Abby, go check the kitchen." He ordered. Getting her to leave us for a moment. I remained kneeling, caught in a mixture of shame and excitement. As James zipped up his pants, he turned to face me. "Go sort the stock room." James commanded abruptly, releasing me from my position. I rose unsteadily to my feet, the bitter taste of his semen lingering on my tongue.

I got up and headed to the stock room, feeling accomplished.