My late night shift fucked on the pub floor


I walked into the pub, heading straight to the back to prepare for my night shift. As I passed by, I noticed Dave, the owner, staring at my round, firm ass in my tight black skirt. I wore a white blouse but realized a few buttons were undone, showing a hint of my lacy red bra.

Dave’s wife was nearby, glaring at me. She knew too well about her husband’s thing for young, curvy women. Dave, a fat, sleazy man in his fifties, grinned at me, making my skin crawl.

Ignoring their looks, I started my tasks, tidying the bar and setting up tables. I heard a low whistle when I bent down to pick up a glass. Turning, I saw Dave leering, eyes glued to my cleavage. A wave of hatred washed over me.

“Sarah, you look ravishing tonight,” Dave said, his voice dripping with sleaze.

I forced a smile, hiding my disgust. “Thanks, Dave. I’ll make sure everything runs smoothly tonight,” I replied, returning to the kitchen.

As I worked, unease settled in. Dave’s wife was nowhere to be seen, and he kept lurking, watching me like a predator. I had to be careful since I was working alone tonight.

The pub was full of rowdy patrons. I served drinks, laughed, and flirted with customers while carefully watching Dave.

But as the night wore on, his behaviour became more and more inappropriate. He would come up behind me, brushing against me as he reached for a glass or a bottle. I could feel his hot breath on my neck, and it made my skin crawl.

At one point, he even slapped my ass as I walked past him. I spun around, my eyes blazing with anger. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I demanded.

Dave just grinned at me, his eyes shining with lust. “You know you like it, Sarah, oh, and watch how you fucking talk to me; I am your boss, you remember that,” he said, his voice dripping with sleaze.

I rolled my eyes and turned to serve a customer. It was a local who I was who had sex in this pub’s toilet one night in a lock-in.

“The usual Steve,” I said as I poured him a brandy. He smirked and looked down at my top as I leaned forward. He had a clear view now down my top.

“By usual, do you mean…” I cut him off, “I am talking about your drink, you perve, haha,” I giggled, knowing exactly what he meant.

As Steve’s gaze remained locked on my cleavage, I felt a shiver run down my spine. His boldness was both unnerving and thrilling. He was a handsome man, and his confidence was magnetic.

“Steve, I hope you enjoy your drink,” I said, placing the brandy in front of him and flashing a coy smile. I knew I was playing with fire but couldn’t help myself.

He grinned, his eyes never leaving mine. “Oh, I will, Sarah. I will.”

I felt a tingle of excitement as I exchanged flirtatious glances with Steve. I couldn’t help but remember their passionate encounter in the men’s toilets last week. The memory of his hard cock thrusting inside me made her pussy clench with desire.

“I enjoyed our little quickie encounter in the men’s toilets last week. You felt so good, you wanna, you know,” he said as he looked at me and the toilets.

I smiled, and just as I was about to say something, I heard a voice behind me. “A word in private, Sarah,” it was Dave. He sounded unhappy; I couldn’t believe he was listening to Steve and me.

Ignoring Steve, Sarah followed Dave to the back room, her heart pounding. Dave closed the door and leaned against it, watching her with a predatory gaze. Sarah took a deep breath, standing her ground.

“What do you want, Dave?” I demanded, crossing her arms over her chest, which pushed my tits upward slightly.

As I faced Dave, his smug expression made my stomach turn. I could still feel Steve’s eyes on me, adding to my unease.

“Look, Sarah,” Dave started, his tone condescending. “I appreciate your… assets, alright? But you know the rules. You’re not to lead anyone on, especially not in my pub.”

I scoffed. “I’m just doing my job, Dave. I’m here to serve the customers.”

“Yes,” he agreed. “You’re here to serve, not to tease. I won’t tolerate any inappropriate behaviour from my staff.”

“Hahaha,” I laughed, as he then soon spoke up, “what the fuck are you laughing,” he said as he lit a cigarette.

“You got some nerve all night, you have been making me feel uncomfortable staring at my ass and tits, also offering you know what to me. But I can’t flirt with customers. Are you for fucking real?” I was so annoyed.

I looked at Dave, my eyes filled with anger. “I’m not leading anyone on, Dave. I’m just doing my job. And if you have a problem with how I dress or interact with customers, then maybe you should reevaluate your hiring practices.”

Dave’s face turned red with anger. “You’re lucky I don’t fire your ass right now. But I’ll let it slide, just this once. I heard what you two were talking about, him fucking you in the men’s toilets, MY toilets. But don’t let it happen again, or you’ll be out of here faster than you can say ‘fired’, you fucking understand.”

He continued to eye me up repeatedly, “We will finish this conversation at closing time, Sarah.”

As the night went on, I avoided more interactions with Dave, instead focusing on serving her customers and ensuring everything ran smoothly. Finally, the closing time arrived, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

When Dave approached me again, I cleaned the bar and prepared to leave. “Sarah, we need to talk,” he said sternly.

I steeled myself, preparing for another confrontation. “What is it, Dave?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

He grabbed a bottle of whisky and two glasses, locked the door, and led me to a table.

Dave pours himself a glass of whisky and offers one to me. I sighed, accepted and sat down at the table. Dave takes a deep breath before speaking.

Dave leaned forward, his gaze intense. “About your little encounter in the men’s toilets last week.”

I felt a wave of anger wash over me. How dare he lecture me about my personal life? “I’m a consenting adult, Dave. What I do in my time is my own business.”

Dave’s face darkened. “As long as you work for me, it’s my business too when your fucking guys on my time. You were working, so it wasn’t your time at all. I won’t have my employees engaging in that behaviour in my pub. If it happens again, there will be consequences.”

Dave took a sip of his whisky, his gaze never leaving Sarah. “But if you can fuck him and make him happy, then maybe there’s something you can do for me in return.”

I raised an eyebrow, my eyes narrowing. “What do you mean?”

Dave leaned back in his chair, a sly smile spreading. “I mean, if you’re willing to please me in the same way you pleased Steve, then I might be able to overlook your little… indiscretion.”

“My indiscretion,” I chuckle, “unfucking believable you are, you know that, Dave,” I said as the thought of him doing things to me made my skin crawl. But deep down, I needed this job.

I felt a wave of disgust wash over me. “I’m not a prostitute, Dave. I can’t believe you’re suggesting this.”

Dave’s expression turned cold. “Then I’m afraid we have a problem. You’re an attractive woman, Sarah, and I’m sure you can find other ways to keep your job. But if you’re unwilling to negotiate, I’ll have to let you go.”

I felt trapped. I couldn’t afford to lose this job but couldn’t bring myself to sleep with Dave. I took a deep breath, trying to think of a way out of this situation.

“Fine, Dave. I’ll do it,” I said, hating myself for giving in to his demands. My heart sank as I uttered those words, knowing that I had just sold my dignity for the sake of keeping my job.

He stood up from his chair, his chubby belly jiggling as he undid his pants. His small, wrinkled cock flopped out, and I couldn’t help but feel a wave of disgust wash over me. I couldn’t believe that this was the man I had to please to keep my job.

“Wait, you mean right now?” I asked, my voice trembling with fear and disgust. He cut me off with a lewd grin on his face.

“Yes, get on your knees, Sarah love,” he said, his voice dripping with sleaze. “You can suck me off, and then I’m going to eat your pussy, and then fuck you in it.” I couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of his mouth.

My stomach turned as I reluctantly got on my knees, my heart pounding. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the reality of the situation. I took his cock into my mouth, feeling a wave of disgust wash over me as I tasted his precum.

I sucked on his shrivelled little dick, trying to focus on anything but the taste and feel of it in my mouth. I gripped the base of his cock tightly, trying to block out the reality of what I was doing. But as I sucked him off, I could feel him growing harder in my mouth.

Dave moaned louder, his grip on my hair tightening as my mouth took most of his cock. I hate myself for allowing this to happen. I couldn’t believe that I was letting my sleazy boss use my body for his pleasure.

I felt Dave pull out of my mouth, leaving it glistening with my saliva. He picked me up and sat me on the bar, spreading my legs wide open. I felt exposed and vulnerable as he looked at me with a lecherous grin on his face. I couldn’t believe that this was happening to me.

His fingers hooked on the side of my panties, sliding them over to the side of my left pussy flap. I could feel his hot breath on my pussy, making me shiver with anticipation. I cringed as he licked my clit, his tongue rough and wet. I felt a mixture of pleasure and disgust as he continued to eat me out. His tongue flicked my labia as it moved against his tongue.

Dave’s tongue delved deeper, exploring every crevice of my pussy. I tried to focus on the pleasure rather than the disgust, but it was a losing battle. I couldn’t believe I was allowing him to do this to me.

As his tongue flicked my clit, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. I couldn’t help but moan, my body betraying me despite my mind screaming in protest. Dave seemed to take this as a sign of encouragement, his tongue working faster and more eagerly.

Suddenly, I felt his fingers probing my entrance. I tensed up, my mind screaming at me to push him away. But my body had other ideas. As his fingers slipped inside me, I felt a wave of pleasure. I couldn’t help but moan louder, my hips bucking against his hand.

Dave took this as a sign to increase his efforts. His fingers curled inside me, finding that magical spot that made my toes curl. He started to rub it in slow circles, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I couldn’t help but moan louder, my body writhing against his hand.

I tried not to enjoy it, but his old mouth munching away on, “Ugh… oh.”

“Fuck, you’re pussy is getting more wet, nearly ready for my cock,” Dave groaned, his fingers working in and out of me. I felt a shudder of disgust as I realized I was enjoying this. “Do you like that, Sarah?” Dave asked, his voice dripping with sleaze.

“Just… let’s get this over with. It feels ok, I guess; I have had better, though,” I don’t think he liked my answer. But he’s a pervy old man, and it didn’t stop him playing with my cunt.

Dave’s fingers moved faster, his thumb pressing against my clit. I couldn’t help but moan louder, my hips bucking against his hand. I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me, my body trembling with each thrust of his fingers.

“That’s it, Sarah. Let go. Give in to the pleasure,” Dave urged, his voice low and husky. I tried to resist, but my body had other ideas. I felt myself reaching the edge, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

“Guess it’s time for my dick,” he said as he pulled me off the bar and got me off the bar and laid me down.

“Now, let’s move on to the main event,” he said, joining me on the floor and getting between my legs. He gave his cock a few strokes and then pressed the tip of his cock against my pussy lips. It immediately pierced through my labia as he slowly sunk inside me.

I clenched my teeth, trying to block out the sensation of his cock invading me.

I lay there, pinned beneath Dave’s muscular body, as he began to move. His hips thrust against mine, sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body. I couldn’t help but moan as he filled me up, his cock sliding in and out of my wet pussy with ease.

His movements grew faster, his grip tightening on my hips as he pulled me closer. The pressure was intense, but I didn’t want him to stop. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside me.

The smell of sweat and musk filled the air, adding to the overwhelming atmosphere. Dave’s pace became faster, more demanding, as he pounded my cunt into the mattress beneath us.

I feel the tip of his cock slide into me, the head parting my lips before the shaft follows, filling me up completely. His skin is smooth, with the slightest hint of roughness, and I can feel the veins on his shaft pulsing with every thrust. With each movement, I am acutely aware of every inch of him inside me, the sensation leaving me breathless.

He hits my G-spot with every push, the feeling of his cock rubbing against the sensitive area sending waves of pleasure through my body. I moan louder, unable to contain the intensity of the sensation, my voice echoing around the room.

“Oh god, yes! Just like that!” I cry out, my body trembling with each movement. “Oh my fucking pussy, ugh, ugh,” I moan again, watching his face tense up as he gets closer to climax.

He undoes the buttons on my blouse and reaches into my red lace bra, scooping one of my breasts out. He leans forward and starts sucking on my nipple, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin. At the same time, his hips move back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of me at a rapid pace. The sound of our bodies meeting fills the room, punctuated by my increasingly loud moans.

Dave’s thrusts become more urgent, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he gets closer to orgasm. I can feel his sweat dripping onto my skin, adding to the overwhelming sensation. With each push, his breathing becomes more laboured, his body tensing as he reaches the brink of release.

He then gets back up and watches his cock slide in and out of my now sweaty pussy. His hands grip my breasts tightly, the pressure sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. He squeezes and kneads my flesh as he drives his cock deep inside me, the head of his shaft hitting the back of my pussy with each thrust. The feeling is intense, and I can feel my climax building inside me, my muscles tensing and my breath coming in ragged gasps.

Suddenly, I felt Dave’s cock swell inside me. He grunted loudly from his throat, ‘Fuck, Ungh,’ his body shuddering as he released his load deep inside me. I could feel him filling me up, his hot cum coating my insides. Spurting his spunk painting the inner walls of my pussy. He kept on fucking me harder, trying to empty his balls fully into my cunt,” I panted, my body trembling with pleasure, which I didn’t want to feel.

I couldn’t believe what had just happened. Dave, my sleazy boss, had just used my body for his pleasure, all to keep my job. He finished his last few small thrusts and then lay his greasy body on top of me, panting heavily. I felt used and violated lying there with him.

Dave then pulled his dick out and rolled off me, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with our combined fluids. He looked at me with a satisfied smile on his face. “That was amazing, Sarah. You’re even better than I imagined.”

I couldn’t meet Dave’s gaze, feeling ashamed and disgusted with myself. I quickly stood up, sliding back my panties and covering my pussy, then putting my skirt back on. “I need to go home; you got what you wanted; I feel sorry for your fucking wife,” I said as I made my way to the door. I grabbed my coat and bag on the way out, eager to put some distance between us.

A week had passed since that fateful day, and I had taken action. I told Dave’s wife everything, and I couldn’t live with the guilt of staying silent any longer. I also quit my job, unable to face the man who had used me so callously. But life went on, and I eventually found work again. So, if you ever find yourself in a similar situation, don’t be afraid to speak up and stand up for yourself. This is just a story, but it can happen, and it’s important to remember that you deserve better.


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