Expiration Date
by Pan
3:
The feeling of satisfaction lasted almost three days. And then...the itch returned. The feeling of emptiness, of need. The need to have that pleasure again. To find that relief again.
She’d spent the last few days asking her manager for any shift he’d give her—she’d spent more than she could afford on toys, and (unsurprisingly) once used, they couldn’t be returned.
Stella knew she needed to do something to relieve the pressure building inside her. She needed to feel that orgasm that would make her feel whole again.
But first, she had to go to work.
The first half of her shift hadn’t been too bad. She’d been horny, but able to put it out of her mind. But then the afternoon started. And the men arrived.
There had been men in the morning, of course, but as the shift ticked on it felt like there were more and more of them. More men, staring at her, iring her, checking out her tight outfit, her shapely legs, her ass...
Since visiting the bar and fucking the repulsive stranger, Stella had dressed like she used to. But her work outfit did just enough to show off her assets, and the men appreciated it. The way they stared at her...it made her feel so fucking sexy.
It made her feel so fucking horny.
It was all too easy to imagine taking one of these men into the staff bathroom and bending over for him, letting him take her. Letting him fuck her.
Letting him use her until she had another long, loud orgasm.
As the day wore on, it got more and more difficult not to sneak off with someone. Stella started to get flustered, to mix up orders. She couldn’t concentrate; all she could think about was all the cocks in front of her. All those hard cocks, able to give her what she needed.
And as soon as her shift ended, she knew what she’d do. She’d go to a bar, she’d find some hot guy—hell, any guy—and she’d ride him until they both came. It was simple, easy...
And, hopefully, she’d be able to fuck that out of her system once more before it consumed her.
But her shift’s end was so far away...
“Stella!” her manager snapped, and she realized she was just standing, staring at a random guy in the coffee shop. He sounded mad.
He sounded manly.
“Yes, sir?” she asked, her eyes flitting back to the man she’d been watching. The man who had such a nice cock, and a nice body, and nice...
“Stella!“
“What, sir?” she asked, turning to her manager. He had a cock, she realized. He wasn’t as cute as the other man, but he had a cock. A nice, thick cock...
“My office!” he ordered. “Now!”
Stella obeyed without even thinking about it. She followed her manager to the back office, her mind filled with the need to be fucked.
“What is wrong with you?” her boss said, his voice stern. “You ask for extra shifts, and when you—...“
His lecture was cut off by Stella all but throwing herself at him. She needed to be fucked. She needed him to take her, and fuck her. She needed a hard, deep fucking.
“Stella!“
“Fuck me!” she panted. ”I…I need it!”
“No!” he said, panic in his eyes. He’d never seen Stella act like this. For all the time she’d been working under him, she’d been a normal…sane..employee.
“Pleas, sir!” she cried. She couldn’t believe how stupid he was being. It was all so simple. She just needed...he just needed to...
Stella smiled as she realized what the problem was. She was wearing too many clothes.
As her boss babbled, trying to tell her something something something, blah blah blah, Stella ripped off her clothes. Soon, she was standing naked in front of him.
“Please sir,” she moaned. “Please.”
“Jesus, Stella!” he cried. “Put your clothes back on!”
His voice sounded mad, scared, even pleading…but his eyes were firmly affixed to her chest.
Stella smiled as she moved closer to him.
“Your cock, sir,” she whispered. “Please give me your cock.”
“No!” he whimpered, and she felt herself get a little angry. Didn’t he understand how hard it had been for her? She’d only had the Mega-Lover 556 for a week before it had been ripped away from her, before her pleasure had been replaced with need.
And the need was even stronger this time. She needed cock.
She needed to cum.
She needed to get fucked.
It was like she couldn’t think straight, her mind clouded with the need for an orgasm.
“Fire me,” she moaned. “Then it’s okay, right?”
“No!” he objected.
“Okay,” Stella said, dropping to her knees in front of him. “I quit.”
And then, before her boss could do anything, she had his pants down around his ankles, and his cock in her mouth.
He was already hard—she’d known his objection had been bullshit. Her manager’s cock was big and thick, and she couldn’t believe how long she’d known him without getting his cock inside her.
Her own body felt hot, her skin sweaty, her pussy wet. She looked up at her manager with wide eyes, his thickness stretching out her lips. Her mouth was full of cock, and the salty taste of precum.
She moaned, taking his entire cock into her throat. It felt so good to be full like that. It was just what she needed.
“Fuck my mouth,” she whispered, her words vibrating on his cock. She swallowed around his length, enjoying the feeling. She purred as she did; Stella knew that he would love that. She knew what she was doing. “Please, sir, fuck my mouth.”
“Jesus,” he groaned. His hips jerked forward, his cock pushing deep into her mouth. Stella groaned as her nose was pushed into his pelvis, her tongue pressing against the base of his cock.
She could feel his cock twitch, and then his hot seed filled her mouth.
“Oh, fuck yes!” he cried. His cock pushed deeper into her, filling her, making her feel full for the first time since the man in the bar. He groaned, shooting his seed down her throat, and Stella swallowed it greedily. It was thick, salty, it was what she needed...
Stella moaned as her boss pulled back. She looked up at him, her eyes wide.
She hadn’t cum. She hadn’t cum, and yet...she could feel the desperation fading. She hadn’t cum, she hadn’t received anything like the kind of orgasms that her toy gave her (or that the man at the bar had given her) but...
It didn’t matter.
She was satisfied.
Her manager’s cock was out of her, and he was looking down at her. He looked stunned. A wicked smile appeared on Stella’s face.
“So,” she said casually. “Are you hiring?”
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