I work at a diner, and lately my shifts have been virtually dead. A new waiter entered the rear where I was drinking Coke—which my supervisor claims I should pay for—yes right. Since he was recruited, I have kept a close eye on he. He tall and approximately my age. We hardly get together very often, hence I was eager to maximize my time with him.

The floor was quite calm, so I started chatting to him and he responded straight away. We should head straight into the walk-in, I said as we grew near.

He was on me right away as we were alone inside. Feeling my tits through my bra, he placed his hands under my shirt. Given how frigid it was, I could only exhaled in puffs of smoke.

He dragged my shorts down just enough for his hand to reach into my underpants and pushed me up against the shelf. With his tongue down my throat, he stroked my clit with his fingers. Though he was somewhat warm, the refrigerator was quite cold. Actually, it was both hot and freezing.

He pulled my shorts down after I kicked off my pants. He gathered me from behind. I wrapped my legs around his waist while he gently set me on his cock. It sounded lovely. Starting out normal-sized, a shaft rapidly grew till I had to hold back my cries by clenching my teeth. He had a thick base, so I was out of breath when he at last wrapped himself around me.

His nametag was flitting in the air as he shoved me against the pickle and onion containers, so I had no idea his last name as he fuck me.

He dropped his mouth to plant a kiss on my side of the neck. He then nipped where my shoulder crossed my neck.

I gasped beneath his contact and rocked my hips against him as he plowed into me. Treating me like a toy, he grabbed my behind and smashed me on his cock. He lifted my top up and drew down my bra. He kissed the tops of my breasts then grabbed my nipple and put it in his mouth.

My happiness was no more under control. I cried and moaned. He kissed my throat and grinned when I started to produce some nasty sounds.

I hit his cock and yelled, then swung my head back. He collided with me, violently rattling the shelf behind me that caused his hips to juckles. Approaching me, he let his heavy feces pool in my crotch.

He turned me away and set me down. I put on my jeans and shorts once more even though it felt cold without him. When I came back to the front desk, I had to finish my shift in cream-filled underwear. Looking for me was my supervisor.