AFD

I cleaned myself up as best as I could and headed back to the bar. Abby greeted me with an enthusiastic smile. "Hi Lily, how are you?" She asked cheerfully.

"Good," I responded, trying to hide my exhaustion. "Busy, like always."

"Have you heard from Jake? He's not listed on the rota" Abby asked, her brow furrowed with concern.

"No, not since last weekend." I responded, feeling a weird twinge of guilt. "James gave him a disciplinary for something." I added, deciding to throw Jake under the bus, hoping it would deflect attention from me.

"That sucks," Abby sympathised. "Is that why you've got so many shifts this week?" Abby inquired.

"Yeah, I guess," I mumbled, still unable to hide my fatigue. "It's been pretty hectic lately."

We opened up and went about our day. The lunchtime rush had soon passed and Abby went for her break.

James approached me as I was serving drinks. His presence made me uneasy, knowing what had transpired earlier.

"Lily, I need you in my office when Abby has finished her break." He commanded, his voice harsh.

"Yes, sir." I replied instinctively.

"Tell her I'm giving you management training" James instructed. I nodded obediently. He walked away without further comment. I couldn't shake the feeling of unease as I waited for Abby to finish her break.

Abby returned, her bubbly personality contrasting with my increasing anxiety.

"Abby, I've got to go do some management training with James" I stated, trying not to give away my increasing nervousness.

"Okay," she replied, walking behind the bar. "So, what's this management training thing about?" She asked, her eyes bright with curiosity.

"I don't know exactly," I hesitated. "James wants to mentor me." I trailed off. In a way he was training me, mentoring me. Abby didn't have any further questions, so I headed towards James' office.

My heart raced as I knocked on the door. "Come in," James invited, his voice cool and commanding. I entered, closing the door behind me. James was sitting behind his desk, looking stern. I hesitated for a moment, taking in the sight of him.

"Come here" His tone was firm I obeyed, walking over to his side of the desk and standing in front of him. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze unwavering.

"Lily, I want you to understand that we have certain expectations here at The Clock Bar. What happened this morning, that was unprofessional. And, you'll have to be punished." He licked his lips.

I stood quietly, processing his words. "Of course, sir," I replied dutifully.

"Sit here," he gestured to the desk in front of him. I complied, seating myself carefully. He remained in his chair. My skirt had ridden up, revealing the top of my legs. I could feel his breath on them.

My heart thumped wildly in my chest. "So, you want me to understand that I am expected to maintain professionalism during work hours?" I asked, my voice wavering slightly.

"Yes, Lily. You will learn that there are consequences for acting unprofessionally." His eyes held mine, sending a clear message of dominance.

Without saying another word, he reached for my skirt, gently pulling it up. He looked at me intently, his dark eyes penetrating through my very soul.

Without warning, he slid one hand up my thigh. I gasped involuntarily as his fingers brushed against my swollen pussy lips. "Do you remember what happens when you misbehave?" He whispered, his voice husky.

I whimpered softly, my body betraying me as it reacted to his touch. "Yes, sir," I murmured, opening my legs for him.

He stroked my inner thigh, his fingers teasing the delicate skin. He started pulling my panties down and I lifted my hips, helping him remove them completely. He sat back, admiring the view. I was sat in front of him, legs wide, glistening pussy exposed. My chest heaved and my face was flushed with arousal.

James pulled out his phone and snapped a few pictures. I didn't move, I didn't object. I just waited patiently. He placed his phone down and grabbed my legs, pulling me closer to him. My legs instinctively wrapped around his head as his tongue foundits way into my wet pussy.

His expertise in giving pleasure to women was evident, his rough tongue lapping gently against my clit. My moans echoed in the room. I felt the building pressure within me, the urge to cum intensifying.

"You taste good Lily," he said as he pushed me back onto the desk. I laid back, legs still wide, watching him. He stood up, his large frame dwarfing me, laying helplessly on his desk.

He slowly started undressing, unbuttoning his shirt and revealing his strong, muscular torso. His broad shoulders seemed even more imposing now that he was bare-chested. As he removed his pants, his huge cock strained towards the heavens, eager and powerful.

"How's Alex?" James asked, his voice deep and taunting. I quickly composed myself, trying to focus on his question rather than the obvious implication.

"Oh, he's okay, I think." I answered, my eyes fixed on his cock. It throbbed with power, demanding attention. I couldn't help but admire it, my eyes tracing every vein and curve. It was beautiful and terrifying all at once.

James noticed my fascination, his smile dark and predatory. "What do you think?" He asked, cockily.

"It's...impressive." I managed to say, my voice shaking slightly.

"Good girl." He purred, stepping closer. His erection was dangerously close to my waiting pussy.

With one swift movement, he positioned himself between my legs. Before I knew it, he was pushing inside me, his thick cock filling me. I groaned loudly, my body adjusting to his size.

James grinned, pleased with his dominance. "Take it, Lily," He commanded. His voice was low and raspy, his eyes burning with desire. My pussy clenched tightly around his massive cock, **** for release. As I began moving with him, I felt his large hands grasp my hips firmly, guiding me.

The rhythm of our bodies became entwined, our moans of ecstasy blending together. Each thrust sent pleasure coursing through my body, making me moan louder. His eyes were full of desire, his expression both possessive and intense.

He began unbuttoning my shirt as he continued thrusting into me. I found myself wanting more. More of his strength, more of his dominance, more of his cock filling me up.

As James moved faster, I felt my orgasm approaching. The room was filled with the sounds of our passionate union - heavy breathing, moans, and the slapping of flesh on flesh.

He pulled his phone out again and began recording himself fucking me, my body arching beneath him. "Oh, God!" I cried out, my pussy walls clamping down around his cock as an earth-shattering orgasm washed over me.

"Does your boyfriend make you cum like that?" James asked, his voice dripping with malice. My body spasmed as another wave of pleasure crashed over me.

I let out a loud moan, arching my back to meet his thrusts. The room echoed with my cries. He shifted his weight, pressing deeper into me. With each thrust, his manhood drove deeper, filling me with pure pleasure. The feeling of being owned, conquered, consumed by him sent shivers down my spine. His hands gripped my hips tightly, controlling my movements as he drove into me relentlessly.

"Does your boyfriend make you cum like that?" James repeated his question, still pointing his phone at me.

I didn't answer right away, my body trembling underneath him. He pushed his cock deeper into me, causing my walls to clench around him.

"Ahhhh!" I cried out, my body pulsing in pleasure. "No, not like this," I admitted, feeling my shame. "Alex is sweet and gentle, it's different." His voice turned darker, menacing. "Is that how you want your boyfriend to treat you? So sweet and gentle?" James asked, his cock twitching inside me.

The feeling of being owned, conquered, consumed by him sent shivers down my spine. "No..." I responded, my body betraying me as I continued to enjoy his dominance.

"It's not his fault," I tried to explain, hoping to justify my own infidelity. "He doesn't know how to please me like you do."

James smirked, clearly enjoying the comparison. "Well, then maybe I should teach him a thing or two." He pout his phone down and thrust his hips forward, his cock surging deep inside me. I cried out in painful pleasure, my body rocking with each of his powerful strokes.

He pulled out of me, I felt so empty and deprived without him inside. He repositioned me, bending me over his desk as he positioned himself behind.

"I need you to do something for me Lily," James whispered into my ear.

I hesitated, my heart racing. "Anything, sir," I breathed, turning my head to meet his gaze.

"I want you to call Alex, and tell him you'll be working late" His voice was dark and commanding.

"But..." I started. He was rubbing his cock up and down my slit, teasing me.

"You said anything" he growled, his tone dark and menacing. "Don't make me repeat myself."

Trembling, I picked up my phone, James began pushing himself back inside of me. He felt deeper than before and I let out a soft moan as he filled me.

I bit my lip, hesitating for a moment before placing the call. My hand shook slightly as I dialled Alex's number.

He answered on the first ring, his voice warm and excited.

"Hi, baby," he greeted cheerfully.

I paused, feeling a sudden wave of guilt wash over me. "Hey, Alex. Listen, I have to work late today." I lied smoothly, avoiding mentioning any names.

James began increasing his tempo, each thrust harder than the last. His grip on my hips tightened, pulling me towards him.

"Alright, baby. should I pop in and see you?" Alex's voice was light-hearted, unaware of the deception taking place.

James took advantage of the pause, thrusting deeply into me again. I winced slightly, his **** too much for me to handle. A whimper escaped my lips as he continued to take me roughly.

"No, it's okay," I managed to say, though my voice wavered.

Alex started talking about something that happened at his work. I struggled to take it in as James began rapidly thrusting into me, his pace growing even more fervent. Each thrust made me feel overwhelmed with pleasure, unable to control my moans. I bit my lip, trying to hide my arousal from Alex, but the sound of his voice was adding to the depravity.

James grabbed my hair, pulling my head up as he pounded into me. I couldn't take anything in so I tried to end the call, "I've. got. to. go... I. love. you. baby." Each word punctuated with a thrust. I hung up before he could respond and came hard on James' cock. I screamed, my orgasm sending waves of pleasure throughout my body.

James released a triumphant roar, slamming himself into me. My body shook violently under his powerful thrusts. I squeezed my thighs together, clenching around his cock as I came again. Screaming, I rode the edge of ecstasy, losing myself completely in his dominance.

I felt his cock pulsating inside me, ready to erupt. His fingers dug into my hips, demanding my submission. His movements became hard and erratic as I felt wave after wave of his cum pour into me. He growled with every thrust, his face a mask of raw desire.

James buried his face in my neck, groaning loudly as he came. His hot breath sent shivers down my spine, and his muscular arms held me tightly. "You're mine now, Lily," James whispered into my ear, his voice seductively husky. "Do you understand?" I nodded weakly, tears welling up in my eyes. "Good girl," he praised, his voice carrying a hint of sadism.

We stood there, both catching our breaths. It was as if we had just completed a marathon – exhausted, yet invigorated. The air was heavy with our combined scents, making me feel embarrassingly exposed.

James slowly disengaged from me, pulling out with a wet squelch. My eyes widened in shock as I watched his spent member slide out of me. I felt oddly detached, my body still throbbing with residual sensations.

I gathered my clothes, struggling to cover myself. James stepped back, watching me with a smirk. "You're welcome, Lily," he said, his voice laced with dark humor.

Feeling **** and confused, I dressed quickly, attempting to maintain some semblance of dignity. My legs wobbled as I put on my clothes, the world spinning slightly around me. I went to get cleaned up, that was the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced.

After I'd sorted myself out I went back out to the bar. I prayed that nobody had heard us. I approached Abby.

"How was training?" Abby asked casually, her tone betraying no knowledge of what had just transpired.

I hesitated, my cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. "Fine," I mumbled, trying to sound nonchalant. "What do you think of James?" I changed the subject, hoping to distract Abby from noticing my state.

She smiled, leaning against the bar. "He's quite the charmer. I bet you'll learn a lot from him." Her tone was light, she hadn't noticed anything amiss.

I worked until closing. Part of me wanted something else to happen, but I don't think I'd have been able to take any more. I headed home to Alex, tired and sore from a hard day.