Just a normal day

I went to wash my face in the ladies bathroom. I caught my reflection in the mirror, thick globs of cum covered my cheeks, dripping down onto my chin. There was much more than I realised. I found myself idly prodding at it and bringing a coated finger to my mouth. I couldn't help myself, I needed to taste him.

I inserted the finger into my mouth, gently sucking his essence from it. There was no denying it - this was wrong, yet I couldn't resist the urge to savour James' taste. I repeated the process again, allowing the finger to slip between my lips, lapping at his cum. My tongue swirled around my finger, seeking out the traces of his flavour.

As I stood there, lost in my depravity, I realized that something had changed inside me. My hair was dishevelled and my make-up smeared. I rinsed my face off and went back out to face the day's work. Customers would be arriving soon and I needed to get my head together.

I walked back to the bar, I kept thinking about James' photograph of me. The idea of him sharing it with Alex terrified me. The image of me on my knees, covered in his cum, haunted me. But, I also couldn't deny the wetness between my legs. The thrill I felt submitting to him.

I started setting up the bar when Laura walked through the front door.

"Morning Lily!" Laura greeted brightly. "Rough night?" She added, looking me up and down.

"I'm fine, thanks." I **** a smile, trying to brush off the events of earlier. "James is just on my case today," I offered, hoping to deflect Laura's questions. "Nothing serious." Laura nodded understandingly, placing her hands on her hips.

The midday rush passed and I'd managed to lose myself in the work. Between serving customers, preparing drinks, and waiting tables I tried to forget about the earlier incident.

During a lull in service, Laura approached me. "James asked if you could go and help him in the stock room." She said carefully, clearly wanting to give me a heads-up.

"No problem," I replied, knowing what that meant.

I stepped into the back room. It was cramped, dimly lit, and filled with stacks of boxes. James stood there, leaning against the wall, watching me with an unnerving intensity.

"Lily," he began, his voice low and menacing. "You know why you're here."

I turned and closed the door behind me. I fought to keep my composure, feeling a mixture of fear and desire. "I do, sir," I managed to say, attempting to sound submissive. James smiled darkly, crossing the room toward me.

Without warning, James spun me around, bending me over a stack of boxes. My heart pounded in my chest, my breath coming faster as I felt his hands skim over my body. Desire and trepidation coursed through me like an electric current.

James' fingers traveled lower, exploring the contours of my ass. He cupped my cheek, his touch firm and assertive. I quivered beneath his touch, my body becoming increasingly aware of its own need.

James reached around me and began undoing the button of my pants. I stood frozen, afraid to move, powerless under his command. He undid them and pulled them down. I did nothing to stop him, allowing them to fall to the floor.

I held onto the boxes as he began groping my panty-clad ass, his hands moving up and down, spreading me apart. My heart raced, pulsing with anticipation and fear. I bit my lip, clenching my teeth, trying to hold back my moans. James grabbed my hair, pulling my head back so he could see my face.

"Spread your legs wider," he ordered, his tone full of authority. I obeyed, widening my stance.

"James, we..." He slapped my ass hard before I could finish. The shock made me yelp.

Trembling, I whispered, "I'm sorry, sir." James paused.

"Good girl." With that, he pulled my panties to the side. Exposing my, now glistening, pussy.

He pressed one of his fingers lightly against it, testing the wetness.

I closed my eyes, focusing on his touch. The pressure increased, teasing the sensitive skin. "Please, sir," I whispered, longing for release.

He responded by thrusting two fingers into me, stretching me wide. I moaned loudly, my entire body trembling in pleasure.

James withdrew his fingers, leaving me wanting more. He positioned himself between my legs and guided his hard cock to my entrance. I whimpered in anticipation, unable to control my impatience.

James' fingers were replaced by his rigid shaft, pressing against my entrance. I gasped as he pushed into me, filling me entirely. I moaned loudly, overcome with pleasure.

Each thrust sent waves of ecstasy coursing through my veins. James' grip on my hips tightened, his muscles flexing as he plunged deeper into me. He fucked me hard, his strength evident in each thrust. I bit my lip, the pain only adding to the growing pleasure.

James pulled out and thrust back in, faster this time. I moaned loudly, meeting his rhythm. His pace grew quicker, his hips snapping in a frenzy. My body fell limply on the pile of boxes, my arms reaching out to steady myself on the crates in front of us. The gently rattle of bottles inside as he fucked me hard on top of them.

He grabbed my hips, holding me tight, his other hand wrapping around my hair. He gripped me harder, pulling me towards him, our bodies colliding in perfect sync.

James' strokes became erratic, his thrusts wild and powerful. I cried out, my body shuddering as the ecstasy built within me.

James' thrusts intensified, matching my growing desperation. I wanted him to claim me fully, possess me completely. He pushed fully into me, gripping my hips as his pace quickened. Each thrust sent tremors through my body, building momentum until the ecstasy reached a crescendo. My orgasm hit me like a wave, crashing over me in its intensity. I cried out, my voice echoing through the storeroom.

James followed close behind, letting out a roar as he poured his seed into me. My insides convulsed, milking every last drop of him.

In the aftermath, we lay there, panting heavily.

I felt a mix of satisfaction and shame as we gradually came back to reality. Our breathing slowly returned to normal, and the noise of the busy bar crept back into our consciousness. I looked at back at James for approval, his chest rising and falling with the exertion.

James adjusted his clothes, fixing his tie and straightening his collar. He glanced at me, studying my flushed features. He reached over and put my panties back in place. I could already feel his seed dripping out of me, into them.

"I want you to keep that inside of you until you get home." James instructed, his tone cold and authoritative. It was my turn to bite my lip, suppressing a mix of arousal and defiance. I knew that I would follow his orders, even though they made me feel dirty and degraded.

"You should fuck your pussy boyfriend too, see if you can still feel him now you've been stretched out." James commented as he zipped up his pants. I blushed at the thought of comparing Alex and James. It was both humiliating and arousing.

After gathering my scattered thoughts, I went back to work. Laura approached me again. "Lily, are you okay? You seem distracted." She asked, genuinely concerned.

"I'm fine, Laura. Just a little tired." I lied, trying to brush off her concern. She nodded, but I could tell she wasn't buying it. I managed to keep up appearances throughout the rest of the shift, avoiding any further interaction with James.

I finished and said goodbye to Laura. I went straight home. I needed to get cleaned up. My hair was dishevelled, my makeup smeared, and my body ached with exhaustion.

I cursed when I saw Alex's car. I needed to get by him without him realising anything. I walked through the door. "Hi Alex!" I shouted. He shouted back from the living room. I looked in, he was sat on the sofa with the TV on in the background. He was consumed by his phone and he didn't look up.

It bothered me a little. He had almost made it too easy to get away with everything that had happened today. I told him I was going for a shower and he waved at me, still not looking up.

I slipped into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I turned on the water, letting it heat up. I peeled my shirt off. The cool air hit my bare skin, making me shiver slightly.

I pulled down my pants, exposing my sodden panties. They were so wet with our juices, sticking to my skin, the smell of James' cum filling the room. I couldn't help but think about what had just happened. I'd never experienced anything like that before. It was intense, raw, and left me craving more.

As I stood there, lost in my thoughts, my finger began rubbing his wetness into my hungry pussy. I realized how much I desired to experience more. I wanted to explore the depths of my sexuality, to push boundaries and find the limits of my desire.

I began pushing the fabric, soaked in his cum into my opening, feeling it slither between my lips, a sensation unlike anything I'd ever experienced before.

As I continued to rub myself, the memory of James taking complete control of me overwhelmed me. It ignited a fire deep within my soul, a thirst that demanded to be quenched.

My fingers found my clit and began to massage it gently, remembering the roughness of James' touch. I felt my arousal building again, the sensation becoming unbearable. I needed more. Desire was driving me, consuming me, burning inside me. Every fibre of my being yearned for release.

The image of James dominating me was etched in my mind, causing my body to tremble with desire. I slid my fingers deep into my wet folds, finding my own stimulation. I let out a low groan, imagining James' hands gripping my hips as he claimed me completely.

I started to dampen with sweat as I explored my own body. I pinched my nipples, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout.

My breathing quickened, and my heart raced as I climbed higher. I felt my muscles tensing, ready to give way to the **** of my passion.

"Oh fuck, James" I moaned, louder than I anticipated. My body convulsed as another orgasm took hold of me. My legs shook uncontrollably. The combination of the earlier encounter with James and my own self-pleasure had pushed me to a new high. As the wave subsided, my body shuddered, my fingers still gripping my throbbing pussy.

James had awoken something in me, an animalistic desire that I hadn't known existed. In that moment, the world felt small, condensed to the space of my bathroom.

I leaned forward against the sink, my fingers still probing the tender flesh within me. My mind was consumed by the raw power of James' domination, the images of him fucking me into submission.

I remembered the way he controlled my body, the forceful thrusts penetrating my core. My heart pounded rapidly, still caught in the euphoria of our encounters. I closed my eyes, the memories playing like a movie reel in my head.

I regained my composure and got in the shower. It almost felt a shame to wash out his cum after it had given me such pleasure. But I needed to remove the evidence. I scrubbed my body, getting rid of all traces of James.

As I toweled myself dry, I couldn't stop thinking about how deeply he affected me. It seemed as if nothing could wash away the scent of him. No matter how hard I tried, the memory lingered. I dressed and returned to the living room, where Alex was still absorbed in his phone.

"Hey," I greeted, trying to act nonchalant.

"How was your day?"

Alex glanced up briefly, then went back to his phone. "Not bad. Yours?"

"Fine," I replied, forcing a smile. "Just tired."