Fucked the cashier

I like to walk to the gas station near my apartment late at night. There’s a chill in the air and you can see your breath as you walk under the bright, cold lights. Sometimes I buy an energy drink, sometimes I grab a soda. It doesn’t matter what I get, I’m there for one thing and one thing only.

The guy who works the night shift is the cutest damn thing I’ve ever seen. He’s my age, maybe a bit older. He’s got scruff along his jaw and tattoos up and down his arms. Everything in my brain tells me I shouldn’t flirt with the cashier (after all he’s working) but there’s a way he looks at me that brings me back to his check out every night for the past few days.

When I came down no one else was in the store. As I was grabbing a drink from the fridge I heard a click. I turned and he had locked the door to the store and set the closed sign in the window.

For a moment, total honesty, I thought I was going to get murdered. Like damn I let my pussy lead me somewhere creepy and this is what I get.

He said he wanted a chance to talk. I pointed out how murdery it looked. We laughed.

He says he knows how I’ve been looking at him, and he’s right. He looks over at a door leading to the back. Next thing I know I’m following him through the door into the small back area. He pressed me against a wall and his mouth covers mine. I moan as I lean into him.

“Oh my god,” I gasped as he kissed down my throat. My heart was still pounding with adrenaline and now I felt like I was going to combust.

“Is it too much?” he asked. I was almost insulted. How could a few kisses be too much for me?

I grabbed him by the front of his shirt and kissed him. I deepened it, pressing my tongue into his mouth and letting him do the same to me.

He pressed me harder against the wall, his knee between my thighs. I was wearing a skirt and grinded down on his thigh, my pussy wet and desperate.

He pushed my jacket off and shoved my shirt up to palm my breasts. I hadn’t worn a bra and now my tits were free game.

My cheeks were flushed as I looked up at him.

“You look so needy,” he said before turning me around and pressing my front to the wall. He yanked my panties down. I heard his belt jingle and then his hard cock was against my ass. He pulled my hips back and suddenly he was right at my entrance.

He pressed into me slowly, letting me adjust to his girth and fuck was he big. I hadn’t expected it but I was being stretched beyond my limits. I looked over my shoulder, trying to see what giant fucking meat he was trying to put inside of me but I couldn’t see a thing. I whimpered and whined as I struggled to take him.

“I want to, but I don’t know if I can,” I gasped.

“Oh, you can,” he said before pressing the last inch of himself inside of me. My breath stuttered as his cock throbbed inside of me.

He started to press into me and I was lost. My cheek was pressed to the wall as he worked inside of me, slamming into me over and over.

“Yes! Yes!” I gasped. “YES!”

I screamed as I came. My whole body twitched and trembled as I came on his cock. He kept plowing into me, fucking me through it. I moaned as he pushed into me over and over until finally his hips came to a sudden stop.

He groaned as he came inside of me. I smiled as he pumped me full of his cum.

He pulled out and pulled my panties back up. He smacked my ass.

“Come again,” he said with a laugh before walking back into the front area.

Now can I forgive the pun and keep fucking him? That is the issue I’ll have to face if I want that fat cock again.