Waiters have sex on duty

The waiters didn't really have much to do; their job was just serving food, taking bills, seating customers, and occasionally walking around to let the guests fantasize. The guests were initially so engrossed in the game that they couldn't stop eating, only occasionally ordering something, so I was bored most of the time. When I was bored, I'd start chatting with the other staff, and we gradually became familiar with each other. One guy in particular was very mature and steady, taking care of me like a younger sister, and we had a lot to talk about. Our relationship became increasingly ambiguous, but it remained just that—ambiguous. He never seemed to want to take it further, and sometimes I couldn't understand what he was thinking. One day, I went to the restroom and opened the door to find him inside. The internet cafe's restroom was unisex, so he had simply forgotten to lock it. But the moment I saw his penis—a penis I was intimately familiar with, having been penetrated countless times in all three orifices, yet a penis I hadn't seen, touched, or licked in a whole year—my heart suddenly raced, my face flushed crimson, and my vagina became wet. I stood there staring at his penis. He seemed surprised; most girls would either scream or run away. He smiled at me and asked if it was the first time he'd seen it. I shook my head, and he suddenly kissed my lips. While kissing me, he locked the door with one hand. After locking the door, his hand slipped under my skirt and immediately discovered I was completely soaked. We didn't speak. I took off my underwear, pressed him down to sit, and mounted him. For a whole year, no one had fucked me. When his penis pierced me, a jolt of electricity shot through me, and I cried out in ecstasy. In an instant, my muscle memory for sex returned. I rocked vigorously, kissing him to suppress my moans. After I ejaculated, I cleaned him up with my mouth, sucking and licking as he held my head and ejaculated again in my mouth. He praised my performance, which made me very happy. I wiped myself slightly and ran out gleefully. From then on, I never wore underwear to work again, just waiting to have sex every day. Sometimes we'd arrive early or leave late, openly having sex at the counter; sometimes we'd sneak into the warehouse for a while; most of the time, we'd take care of it in the restroom. He didn't like me riding on top; he preferred to fuck me from behind, mostly my vagina, occasionally my anus. After he finished with my vagina or anus, I would lick it clean as usual. He liked to press my head down hard, making his penis reach my throat. Although it made me feel a little nauseous and uncomfortable, I still felt a great sense of accomplishment when he ejaculated in my mouth. We stopped talking; whenever we met, we had sex, seizing every opportunity to release our pent-up desires in each other's bodies. Neither of us ever revealed what our relationship was. It naturally ended when I quit my job at the end of summer vacation. [The End]

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