Enjoy the waiter

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My brother runs a clothing business, and although business isn't great, it's manageable. But what I want to talk about is a saleswoman I once employed—one I'll never forget.
It was shortly after I opened my shop. My friend who was supposed to help with sales had to go do his own thing, and I still didn't know where my saleswoman was. I was so anxious! No matter how many sexy women walked by, I couldn't muster any interest. You know, with money, there are plenty of women like bitches. As for looks, my friend, you could say he's pretty good-looking. And then there was the girl selling shirts next to me—I ended up sleeping with her. They say beautiful women with good figures are often naive, and it seems that's true. The first time I saw her, wow!!! Long hair, oval face, a 1.7-foot-long waist, not particularly large breasts, and her legs, while not long, were perfectly proportioned and slender. Every time I looked at her, I felt a primal urge, and my penis started to throb. I often fantasized about how amazing it would be to hold her waist and fuck her from behind! To my utter surprise, this woman offered herself up. She started by talking to me, then subtly nudged me with her small breasts. The worst time was when something happened in our area and made the newspaper. A bunch of us were all looking at the same newspaper at the same time. I don't know if she was really in a hurry to read it or if she was just too horny to resist, but she grabbed my shoulders from behind and pressed her whole body against me, her chin resting on my left shoulder. This time, I could clearly feel her restless breasts, but what I couldn't stand was that her erect, throbbing pussy was pressed tightly against my butt, and strands of her fragrant hair clung to my face. Damn, you might not believe it, but it really happened. Maybe because everyone was looking at the newspaper and there was no one behind us, she was so bold, occasionally leaning in and slightly wriggling against me. The shock was intense. I'm a virile man, how could I resist her being so horny? If I didn't sleep with her, do you think she'd think I was impotent or a homosexual? I don't need to elaborate on what happened after that, or I'll go off-topic. Anyway, that time I fucked her was pretty good. I really did it from behind, holding her waist. She was screaming loudly; I was worried my neighbors would hear. She was also very wet, so much so that I had to change the sheets afterwards.
Anyway, back to the point, just as I was worrying about hiring a waitress, a sweet, timid voice suddenly reached my ears.
"Excuse me, are you hiring waitresses here?"
Oh, yes. I answered and looked up. The first thing I saw was a slightly plump but sexy beauty (I like slightly plump women), followed by a pair of big, watery eyes. A small, pink mouth that would make any man want to put his penis inside. I quickly glanced at her breasts; they were really big, and I was worried the buttons on the front might pop off.
The next thing was the job interview. I pretended to comment on her shortcomings and set a price. Clearly, she completely accepted my conditions and didn't ask for much, which made me secretly happy to have found such a beautiful woman with a low salary. (Actually, although she was pretty, she was obviously a novice at selling goods, so she didn't meet my standards. However, I had my own purpose. I was short-staffed, her salary wasn't high, and she was so pretty, so I decided to use her for a month (probation period). Most importantly, I had the chance to take advantage of her a little, so why not?)
The following days were torture for my eyes. She would drag her big breasts around in front of me all day, smelling of floral shampoo, her big buttocks jiggling as she walked, always making me wonder if she was challenging me. In order to see more of her body, I specially ordered a batch of skirts and low-cut tops for her to wear as samples. Then I would have her arrange the goods, deliberately making the goods look messy so that she would squat down to tidy them up. I would hold the ledger, recording things while secretly peeking at her pair of unruly big breasts under her collar and the blurry glimpses of her cleavage under her skirt. Sometimes, just looking at her would make my penis incredibly hard, so hard I could only sit and dared not stand up
. Later, when I went to pick up goods, I would wear jeans, so even if my penis was hard, it wouldn't be noticeable. (Hehe, I'm clever, right? I went to great lengths to spy on her.) What puzzled me was why I could never see what color underwear she was wearing. It was always blurry, which only strengthened my determination to find out. Finally, the opportunity came. That time, the freight company's shipment was late, and it was almost time to pick up passengers. I was anxious, and she was anxious too. As soon as the goods arrived, we busied ourselves checking the orders, organizing, and recording. Just as I was too busy to spy on her, she suddenly called me!
"Brother, look at what's written here, the number seems a little off?"
The goods were on the ground, and I quickly put down what I was doing. The number was too small, so I had to lie down and look carefully.
Oh. Isn't this an 'n'? It's okay, it's usually correct. After confirming everything was alright, I looked up to get ready. But as soon as I looked up, I realized she was squatting while I was lying down, and I could see the bottom of her skirt again. Bright red silk panties with a large mesh overlay, even her dark pubic hair was peeking out. Perhaps because the mesh was so large, I could vaguely see her labia minora. She had a lot of dark pubic hair; no wonder I couldn't see it before, it always seemed so dark. So that's why. Now I understand why every woman's panties leave two marks on her buttocks. She didn't, which meant she was wearing a thong. No wonder her buttocks were jiggling so much.
"Hmm, something really does seem off," I said, pretending to study the sheet, and lay down again.
"Yeah, take a closer look. If you can't figure it out, call and ask." She didn't seem to realize she was being exposed. At least, that's what I thought.
Although I'm not a novice, this voyeuristic urge still made my heart pound in my throat. I wanted to see clearly but was afraid of being discovered. If I didn't look, this was a golden opportunity! Being so close to her, I could almost smell the fragrance emanating from her vagina—the scent of lust, the scent of wanting to be fucked. Finally, when there was no reason for me to stay on the ground any longer, I reluctantly said, "Oh, really, nothing's wrong. I must have been mistaken," and stood up. I saw her breasts again, the deep cleavage, glistening with sweat. Because she had been squatting for so long, her large breasts had pushed down her collar, exposing two-thirds of them. I thought if her areolas were larger, they would definitely be visible. Just to touch her breasts, even just a touch would be fine. I tried everything, starting with ironing clothes. I had her hold the bottom corners of her clothes with both hands, hanging them on a pole. I held the iron and slipped it between her arms—a necessary step when two people are ironing. I pushed the iron forward, then pulled it back sharply, so my elbows were just touching her breasts. Oh… it’s been almost half a month, and I finally touched her breasts! Large but not soft, incredibly elastic. Each pull back lifted those heavy breasts. After ironing for a while, I pretended to talk to her, casually glancing at her breasts. And what a sight! Her pink areolas were right in front of me. The low neckline could no longer hide her defiant breasts; they were about to burst out completely. Perhaps I’d been looking for a bit too long, because she instinctively glanced down, realizing she’d been exposed, and quickly put her clothes down. She started tidying herself up. I thought her reaction would be strong, but it wasn’t. After tidying herself up, she came back and picked up her clothes for me to iron, as if nothing had happened. However, I could sense that during our subsequent conversation, her face was still a little red, and her voice trembled slightly!
Since then, she seemed much more open. We would occasionally talk about sex, but only when no one else was around. I also became bolder, often using work as an excuse to touch her breasts. When the physical contact was greater, I could even feel her prominent mons pubis. She didn't seem to mind at all; sometimes she would even cooperate with my actions, which excited me greatly.
She'd been working for me for almost a month when the mall started renovations and closed for a month, meaning I had to stay open and she was facing unemployment. Without a doubt, I decided to treat her to a good meal. Without further ado, we ate and drank our fill. We both had a few drinks; after all, we'd been together for so long and got along really well. During our conversation, I said I'd bought my wife some underwear, but I wasn't sure if it would fit. The mall was about to close, and if it didn't fit, returning it would take a long time. "
How about I try it on for you later?" I asked.
This sudden request caught me off guard; even a fool could understand the weight of that request.
I said, "That would be wonderful!" I was thrilled; it seemed like a month's worth of pent-up desire would finally be released tonight! We seemed to be emboldened by the alcohol, laughing and talking loudly all the way home, arm in arm. After arriving at my house, to ensure everything went smoothly and I could have a good time, I secretly added a Viagra tablet to her drink. You might say, "Isn't that for men?" I know it's for men, but I figured it would work for women too. Whatever, if it works, great; if not, it won't hurt her.
We chatted haphazardly, and before we knew it, the drink was finished. The alcohol probably made the drug work faster. I noticed her face was redder than when she was drinking, and she kept running her fingers through her hair; her breathing wasn't normal either. Maybe she couldn't take it anymore, because she said, "Brother, where's your underwear? Let me try it on for you. I'm going back soon." Damn, she's such a good actress. She clearly wanted me to sleep with her, but she knew how to make excuses. I went along with it and took out the clothes. "
Don't look! Turn around. I'll put them on, then you can turn back." I could clearly feel her restless anxiety. Okay, I turned around.
She started undressing behind me, first taking off her top and then her mini-skirt. This silly girl, even though I turned away, our TV was facing her, and even though it wasn't on, the reflection meant I could see everything she did. Oh… she was wearing black lingerie today, as if she'd planned it. Two large breasts popped out as her clothes fell off, swaying in front of me. She was also wearing silk thongs. Her waist was very thin, almost disproportionate to her large breasts and buttocks. My penis hardened instantly, bulging so high it strained my pants. I was worried my zipper would burst. I couldn't take it anymore and secretly turned to look at her. She had already taken off her bra and was about to pull down her panties when she noticed me.
"Brother… how could you do this?" her seductive voice trembled. She turned away shyly, offering me a large, round, perky, and white buttock.
At that moment, I felt my whole body throbbing with blood. My cock was throbbing like crazy. Stop pretending, go for it, what are you waiting for? I stepped forward and grabbed her from behind, pulling her tightly into my arms so she could feel the fury of my cock. I wanted to crawl between her legs and take her whole pussy into my mouth, fucking her with my tongue.
"Ah, brother, no, what are you doing? Don't do this!"
Little sister, I like you, don't you know? My voice trembled so much I couldn't believe it myself. She was still resisting. I kissed her neck tightly, sliding to her ear, and then I boldly said, "Baby, I want you!! I want to fuck you!!!" Hearing me say this, she didn't stop resisting. "Mmm, ah,
no, no, ah, brother, ah, mmm, ouch!" She was resisting, but it was becoming more and more symbolic. Slowly, she raised her head, lifting her delicate chin. Her breathing had become rapid. She reached up and grabbed my head, gripping my hair tightly, causing a slight pain—a different kind of pain. I kissed her neck passionately, leaving red marks. My penis, through my pants, eagerly began to thrust into her, rubbing and grinding so hard that I could hear the friction. My hands moved down her waist to her large, longed-for breasts. They were enormous, probably the largest I'd ever slept with. My hands struggled to grasp her breasts, lifting them up, lowering them, flattening them, stretching them, and kneading them vigorously.
"Mmm," "Mmm," "Ah," "Mmm," "Oh," "Oh,"
the aphrodisiac made her forget her shyness. The moans grew louder, then more frantic.
"Please take my pants off, okay?" (Actually, I was asking her to give me oral sex), I whispered cautiously in her ear. She turned around, her disheveled hair exuding a wild, sensual energy. We briefly met her gaze, and I could feel the burning desire in her eyes. Then she lunged at my lips, her kiss so forceful it brushed against my teeth—salty, probably from bleeding—but lust masked the pain. She kissed me frantically, her trembling hands frantically unbuckling my belt. My pants fell down with a thud. She slowed her pace, pulling away from my mouth, until she reached my underwear. Carefully, she stretched the elastic and pulled it down. My penis was throbbing. Luckily, she knew what she was doing; otherwise, if she had pulled it down too quickly, my little brother would have been injured. At the same time, my black penis sprang out like a wild horse, the glans already engorged and purple. With a bouncy, throbbing motion, she used her pink little mouth as if tasting something delicious. First, she licked the head of my penis, then nudged the urethral opening with her tongue. Finally, with a sudden movement that almost made me ejaculate, she swallowed my penis whole, all the way to the base. Then she slowly pulled it out, only to swallow it all at
once again. The mouth and vagina are so different; the vagina is warm, the mouth is cool. Her tongue swirled around my penis. My hands weren't idle either, groping her large breasts.
"Oh..." I let out a long breath, trying to relax my nerves. If we continued like this, I might not be able to hold on. So I grabbed her breasts and helped her up, then shoved her heavily onto the bed. Lust filled my entire body. I didn't care about her expression; her thick pubic hair caught my eye. Her hair was abundant but not messy, like its owner, lying there obediently like a female dog, waiting for my wild fucking. I pounced like a wolf. I climbed up, bent her legs, and her large, tender vulva, overflowing with vaginal fluid, was laid bare before me. It dripped constantly, exuding a woman's unique scent. Her clitoris stood erect, not to be outdone. I imitated her actions, first licking her clitoris, then circling it with my tongue. Then I opened my mouth wide and took her vulva, labia majora and minora, and clitoris all into my mouth, ravaging the front of her vagina with my tongue. The inside tasted slightly bitter, and because there was so much fluid, I had to hold it for a while before spitting it out and then giving her oral sex.i=17> Ah""""Brother"`Brother"""Hmm"Ah""""Brother""""""" 　　She was a bit incoherent, probably just wanting me to fuck her quickly. (Later, I thought back on it, we were truly a match made in heaven, as if we knew each other's thoughts.) It was time. I lifted her legs and placed them on my shoulders, so I could see how my cock went into her cunt, which gave me an even greater sense of satisfaction in raping her. I took out my big cock and rubbed it on her clitoris to make her even more excited. Then, at the entrance of her vagina, I moistened it with her excess vaginal fluid. It was time. I put My large glans slowly advanced into her vagina, her labia minora eagerly parting their mysterious opening as if welcoming my arrival. *Pfft* 　　As I entered, a gush of vaginal fluid was squeezed out: 　　"Ah!" She let out a long moan, as if grasping at a lifeline in distress. Her captivating face and beautiful body created a picture of utter slutness. I began to fuck her, the sounds of our intercourse filling the air. Her vagina swelled with each thrust. Her labia minora, opening and closing, were a sight to behold, driving me to ecstasy. 　　"Brother," "So good," "Faster!"

This bitch, she can say things like that, like she's in a movie. She just goes for it. I lifted her big ass, making it easier for me to attack. I pulled my huge cock all the way out, then thrust it all the way back in, pumping in and out. Each time, I could feel the pleasure and depth of the impact on her uterus. "Ahhh!" "Oh!" "Oh!" As I fucked her harder, her moans grew louder and more rapid. Streams of her juices were drawn up by my glans, flowing down her ass and onto my sheets. Her two big breasts swayed as if they were about to fall off. My burning cock grew hotter and hotter, and my body felt like it was about to explode. I quickly pulled it out and flipped this slut over, making her big ass face me. This way I could fuck her harder without her seeing my fierce expression, giving me a sadistic pleasure. I grabbed her breasts as a support and thrust my cock into her pussy. It felt completely different; her ass was fleshy, so it bounced back as I went in, saving me a lot of effort. Her anus opened and closed under my thrusts, it was so beautiful.
"Ah..." "Ah..." "Ah..." "
Scream all you want, you slut, I'll make sure you never forget how good I am," I thought fiercely, my cock fucking her tender pussy even harder. Slap slap slap. The sound of flesh colliding, cock and pussy merging, and lewd moans echoed throughout my room.
"Ah ah..." "Mmm..." "!!!!"
I turned her over again. Her pubic hair was no longer neatly trimmed from my fucking, and her vagina was terribly swollen and completely engorged with blood. Looking at her disheveled hair, my wildness erupted once more. I wrapped my right arm around her neck, preventing her from moving much, allowing me to fuck her like a toy. My left arm around her waist, and we kissed passionately, my cock relentlessly pounding into her vagina. I wanted to fuck her until it was raw, to release the torment I had endured for less than a month.
Ahh ...
Her moans suddenly became very long. Was she having an orgasm? After her cry, I couldn't control myself anymore.
I whispered in her ear, "I'm coming." "Oh..." "
Cum inside..." "Quick..." "Quick..." "No need..." "Take it out."
It was exciting news. I could cum inside. I let go and grabbed her breasts, burying my face in them. Because the feeling of suffocation would make it feel even better when I cum.
"Oh..." My heart was pounding faster and faster. "My cock was swollen to the extreme." "I felt all the muscles in my body tense up." "Ah..." I shuddered and released my semen, which shot straight to her cervix. I squeezed her breasts hard to slow down the climax. Similarly, she screamed again, her physical reaction even stronger than mine. She trembled a few times before letting out a satisfied sigh. Then
everything returned to calm.
It's just a pity that I've never seen her again since. Maybe people like that just enjoy sex with strangers and don't like long-term relationships, but that's fine with me. I can hire another waitress and hunt down the next target. I'm already 60% ready, hahaha. Also, I recorded our encounter on my computer; she doesn't know that yet. (The End)

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