It wasn’t long before he had me bent over his desk, and he was sliding his big cock inside my tight pussy. “I see you understand” He took my hand. He is married and about 25 years older than me, I didn’t know he was married at the time. He called me names as he fucked me, some bad nasty names. I dressed for the most part to impress, short skirt, fishnet stockings, brown leather vest and brown leather cowboy boots. “Fuck it, why not” I said to him. I took my sweater off to reveal my work attire, and stepped out of my knickers. The other girls in the bar still don’t seem to like me as much, but one in particular who really has it in for me, Rachel. He gave me his mobile number, and said I was the new Tuesday closing girl, and if he needed me he would text me a message.
