Katie woke up late in the morning to find one of her two housemates, Sofie in the kitchen. They ended up having brunch together, with Sofie nursing a hangover from last night's clubbing. She was curious why Katie didn't get to join them all and if she was feeling ok. Of course, Katie couldn't bring herself to admit the real reason why she called off the plans: Due to feeling disgusted and confused from getting her throat fucked by her boss at the pub.
"I must have eaten something dodgy at the pump and had an upset stomach, sorry for missing out" Katie lied, then deflected:
"How did it go? Where's Marie?"
Sofie rolled back her eyes and sighed, before updating Katie on the last night's events:
"It was fun, we grouped up with some girls from my course, you've met them before. Anyway, they love their shots and they got me a few too many. As for Marie, she pulled her typical move and left with a guy. He looked like a body building Viking."
"Lol, no wonder, have you heard from her?"
"Yea, she texted earlier that she's on her way. I seriously don't know how she can simply do this with no concern for her safety."
"Yea, I can't understand it myself, but she seems to always pull it off somehow. Do you remember when she disappeared for a day and then messaged us from that old dude's yacht in Sicily? She's such a slut, but fuck me if she's not leading a good life."
Katie was indeed envious of how easily her housemate could have a good time. It seems that taking stupid risks was the only way to get a good lay these days.
Coincidentally, their chat was interrupted by the front door opening, with Marie showing up in her skimpy night dress, looking like she had the longest night of her life. Sofie got her some scrambled eggs and toast, which Marie started chomping like a wolf.
It turned out that she did had a long night, getting her brains fucked by a new stranger. Sophie and Katie were listening to Marie's exciting recital of her night, as they did dozens of times in the past. Then Marie mentioned how big her date was:
"Girls, his cock was like my forearm! I cried when he got it out! Like, I never experienced anything like that!"
Sophie almost spat her her coffee, laughing with Marie's excitement about the giant dick. Katie froze instead, as images of Paul's fat cock, dangling and demanding to be sucked, flashed before her eyes.
Marie paid little attention and kept going: "I swear, I thought he was going to split me in half! I had to try it though, it's so rare this happens, you know. Anyway, I climbed on top of the guy. This is what fisting must feel like? Seriously, never felt that way before. Not sure if I can do it again, but girls, the cock. Was. Out . Of. This. World."
Katie's mind involuntarily painted a scene for here, where she was riding her boss, her pussy stretched to its limits, her arms held while she was screaming like crazy. Her stomach almost churned with disgust but she could feel her pussy tingling.
"Sorry girls, still feeling a bit sick, I think I need to lay down. Good to see you are back and safe Marie, thanks Sofie for brekkie. you are the best!" Katie said and excused herself.
She gave both girls a hug and went back to her room. She felt hot, so she stripped off her pyjamas and laid down, in the dark. The lack of sex, the memory of her vulgar boss using her, combined with Marie's story all did something to her. Something she never thought she could admit to anyone: that deep inside her, she harboured a kink for humiliation and roughness.
The teenager found herself breathing heavily, picturing getting manhandled, tossed around and dominated by a hung beast of a man. In her fantasy, she's face down and ass up, pinned down while she's getting a good rough fucking. His mighty cock is impossibly filling her pussy, her haired pulled, her ass smacked. The vivid image causes Katie to feel herself up, noting how hot and wet she feels, how erect her sensitive clit is getting. She bites her lips as she gropes a tit while shoving two fingers in her eager pussy. Her wetness becomes the lube to furiously work her clit. Her breathing is getting shorter as she fights to get herself off, then when she closes in to her orgasm, the image of Paul roughing her up like a bitch flashes in her mind again. Her hand goes faster and to her shame, she moans and violently comes in waves, thinking of her boss using her body.
Katie was seriously contemplating dropping off her job at the pub, thinking that it would help her clear her mind, plus stop any future sexual harassment. Obviously, the problems associated with her current job were evident from day one, as were the benefits. There simply weren't any other jobs flexible enough for her university schedule, or any that would be more pleasant or more convenient.
To make things harder for her, the day after she fellated her boss, a sum of money was deposited on her account, by an unknown account. The reference read 'Performance bonus' evidence that her benefactor was in fact, her boss, Paul. She felt sickened, she had effectively being treated like a whore. It was now evident why some of her workmates treated fucking Paul as a profitable nuisance. The sum was not large, but it covered a fair part of her monthly rent. Katie wasn't someone who was of a wealthy background and couldn't rely on her parents for financial support. She sighed and made the hard decision to keep working at the bloody pub, at least until she could sort another job. She thought:
"Fuck it, I've already sucked the fat bastard, he ought to leave me in peace for now."
Katie spent the rest couple of days focusing on her studies, until it was time for her next shift at the pub. She was still hesitant, though she had repeatedly reaffirmed to herself that things would be ok. It took a lot of courage, but she found herself crossing the pub's front door. Beccy, the waiter who shagged Paul on the regular, was there to greet her. Katie wondered if her co-worker fucked their boss that day, or whether her new shoes were a present for submitting to his boorish manners.
Luckily for Katie, her boss acted mostly as if nothing had happened. He was his usual sleazy self, with his sexist remarks and innuendos, however he didn't bring up fucking her face the other night. Apparently he was preoccupied with making someone else's life a living hell at the moment. The only mishap was when Paul brushed by the 19 year old blonde, then casually felt her ass through her thin skirt. He held her ass in his hand for moment while flashing her a smile, then walked away. Other than that, he ignored the front stuff and spent most of his time in his office. Apparently having to get his dodgy accounting books ready for an audit put a temporary halt to his appetite for harassment.
Things were normalising, but at the same time, Katie's dry spell was extending to dangerous lengths. It had been a while since her last actual shag, with her masturbation sessions simply not cutting it anymore. Her housemates would even joke sometimes how she was too young to give up on sex, all in good faith though. Marie, the biggest slut in her social circle had offered a simple piece of advice: find someone you fancy and go for it. If you are feeling an itch, just scratch it. Simply put, she had to overcome her reservations if she was to get a good shagging. And regardless of how she felt about having soulless one night stands, she would have to go for it.
The opportunity presented itself shortly on a Friday evening. A rather cute guy in his late 20s seemed to be flirty, while Katie was serving him and a couple of his mates. The guy was lanky, rather handsome with a fair complexion and a quirky Scottish sounding accent. When he walked up to the bar to buy another round for his mates, he chatted her up. Katie flirted back without concealing her attraction to him.
She was clad in dark yoga tights and a contrasting white tank top, opting to go braless. Her firm, small breasts and aroused nipples were outlined perfectly. Her stretchy bottoms thinned where stretched by her full ass, to almost becoming see through. Katie was fully aware of this, hence why she favoured wearing thongs with those tights. She was also fully aware that her ass was on full display, as she bent over while pretending to search for the card machine. What should have been a matter of 2 seconds, took half a minute, allowing for the tall man to take it all in.
Satisfied that she has given him a good enough show, she got up with the card machine, making eye contact with the guy and beaming him a coy smile.
"I'm Harry, by the way." he offered, as he typed in a generous tip "You have been a great host tonight, you deserve something extra."
"Nice to meet you Harry, I'm Katie, you are such a sweetheart, thanks!"
"The pleasure is all mine, I assure you, haha!"
Katie took a deep breath and went for it: "I'd love to get some pleasure tonight too, maybe you should share with me..."
Harry stared at her, frozen momentarily, until his brain processed that the cute waiter was asking to be fucked. He jumped on the opportunity and offered to pick her up when her shift was over. She agreed, relieved and excited that she finally got herself to do it. Only problem was her bike, but she'd probably leave it locked outside the pub. Probably take a cab to retrieve it in the morning, as she didn't have any classes until noon.
It took her another half hour for her shift to end, during which she helped herself with a couple of shots of tequila, one of her favourites. When the end of her shift came, she picked up her light jacket and rucksack and made for the nearby parking lot. She spotted Harry's car, as he had described it earlier, a small silver hatchback. He was at the driver's seat when she approached, looking a bit nervous, as if he could not believe she would come. Katie got in the passenger seat, dropped her stuff in the back and started making out with Harry, tasting and feeling up each other in earnest.
His hands held her face close as he used his tongue to find hers and engage in a deep kiss. Katie's hand travelled down his body and started feeling up his hardening bulge. He was getting excited with the boldness and the lust of the teenager, as she worked on undoing his trousers. Shortly after, Katie was working his cock to full hardness. It wasn't the monster cock she fantasised about, but it matter little, she told herself.
Some late customers were leaving the pub, going in various directions, some towards the small car park. Harry was getting nervous: "Should we drive to my place and take it from there? We can be seen here..."
"Then drive us there, nobody's stopping you." she said, while lowering herself down to his lap. She pulled the foreskin of his hard cock down, tasted his musty precum, then engulfed his cock with her mouth, sending shivers down his spine. She loved the idea of being risky, of being caught, of being a slut for her man. She was determined to show him a good time and in return get a good fucking tonight.
Harry managed to get going, while Katie repositioned herself so he could drive more comfortably. She then resumed giving him a blowjob, bobbing her head on his stiff cock. The drive wasn't longer than 20 minutes, but he was driving incredibly careful, lost in pleasure and fear of crashing. The drive was quiet with the exception of the slurping noises, Katie's giggling when she would take a break from his cock and Harry's moans.
