Before all the others

Viola, tall, dark skinned. Hair that went down to her perky and tight ass. She was one of John's coworkers. She was the first one of the many girls John was ever attracted to. He would have loved to pound that sweet ass of hers. But, she was also the reason he never made any real moves. When she was flirting with some customers, Viola mentioned that she believed John didn't have a cock at all, and if he did it probably wasn't worth the attention. That was a real shot to his confidence. Saying that in earshot was bad enough, but she made it worse by telling that to strangers.

When John woke up, he was back at the gas station the two had worked at. He couldn't believe it. He hadn't been here in about four years. He checked his clothes, his phone, even his hair. All of it was exactly like it had been back then.

"Holy shit..." John whispered to himself. That email was real. He was back, and he could do...anything he wanted? No one would stop him? No consequences? Like one of those porn things he read online? As two men walked in, John wondered if he could control this power, or if it happened randomly. He closed his eyes, thinking about the day Viola wounded his pride. When he opened his eyes back up, the customers were not in the door, instead back in the parking lot just getting out of the car.

"Alright...so yeah...not a dream. Or maybe just a very real one." John said as he stood by the counter. After the customers walked in, Viola came following them.

"John! These two need forty dollars on pump five!" She ordered him, before going back to talking with the two men. Just like the day it happened. He listened to her flirt with the one that stayed in while the other went to go fuel the car. He watched Viola's hand go down the guy's chest before she palmed his cock through his pants. And then she said the magic words.

"I don't think he even has a cock. If he did? It's not anything worth caring about." Viola said with a smile. Knowing it was coming, John wasn't hurt when he heard it. He was angry. He jumped over the counter and undid his pants. Thinking about his next move was enough to get his own cock to its full seven inches. When his feet landed, cock in view of the others and no one freaked out, he didn't even think about what if there were consequences. That question was long gone from his mind.

"Wrong." John said as he grabbed Viola and **** her to bend over the counter. John turned to the guy she had been flirting with.

"You want in on this? She'll give it up to anybody." John offered, slapping Viola's ass and pulling her pants down. He pushed her g-string aside, giving the customer a view.

"Nah man. I got somewhere to be." The customer politely declined. John shrugged as he **** himself into Viola's ass. There did seem to be a slight wording issue with the "no consequences" part of the deal. While nobody around would stop him, Viola herself seemed to think that this was wrong. She tried fighting, but it was like John's body was working for him, keeping her from resisting as he kept fucking her ass.

"Don't ever! Talk shit about me again! See what happens when you insult me you slut?" John yelled as he kept going. He fucked her like that over the counter for a good five minutes. He would have gladly kept giving her the justice she deserved, but he was very inexperienced with sex. In fact, at this point in his history, it would be his first time ever having sex. He didn't last long before he pulled out and came on the back of her shirt.

"You ever try being a whore at work again, you can expect worse." He whispered in her ear, as he backed off, pulling his pants back up, leaving her where she was. He turned to see several people were still waiting on him. He couldn't help but chuckle when someone near the back of the line asked, "You ready to actually get to work?"

"Yes. Yes I very much am."