1. Love At First Piss - Part 4


    Date: 2/28/2017, Categories: Fetish, Author: naughtybessparker, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

    I yawned my way through my waitressing shift and I looked a sight. Greasy hair, creased clothes. I stank of the perfume I’d sprayed on to hide the smell of perspiration and, on top of that, I had bright red bite marks on my neck and shoulders - lasting evidence of Gary’s exuberant fucking in the cove. I’d attempted to hide the ugly souvenirs but hadn’t been successful. I looked like a trashy whore. Worse than that, I felt ill. I was dead on my feet from tiredness and so uncoordinated I could barely function. Fuck knows how I managed to carry umpteen trays of full English breakfasts, tea and toast, without dropping any. God knows, I had a few unsteady moments. Once the breakfast crowd thinned, Cara, my boss, pulled me aside. “Take a break, sort yourself out or go home,” she scolded. “You’re no good to me like this.” “I’m ok, honest,” I protested. Cara shook her head. “Get a coffee, tidy yourself up and please put some concealer on your neck. The customers have commented on the state of you.” Scowling, I stalked off to the cramped staff room at the rear of the café. I was angry with Cara, but even more so at myself for allowing my standards to slip. Cara knew I had two jobs and like to party and she’d never criticised me for that. Then again I’d never given her reason to…until now. My lifestyle was finally catching up with me and what was that about? I was young, I was healthy. I ought to be able to cope with my hectic regime. Evidently not. Flouncing into the staffroom, I ...
    grabbed my handbag from the shelf above the kettle, and tipped out the contents. Make-up, hairbrush, de-odorant, painkillers and a small bottle of vodka - everything I needed to perk myself up. Make-up and hair done, neck bites covered, I looked more human. I didn’t feel better ‘till the pills and vodka hit my stomach. Once they’d taken effect, I made myself a strong cup of black coffee and took it outside to the neat little courtyard behind the café. There, I collapsed onto a white plastic chair and basked in the sunshine whilst the caffeine revived me. I sat rigidly still, enjoying the rare moment of peaceful solitude. Allowed time to reflect, I thought back to the reason for my extreme fatigue. That put a smile on my face…Gary. I’d had no sleep at all because of him. My gorgeous, lanky, ginger-haired boyfriend had fucked me to within an inch of my life out there in the secluded cove. He’d brought me to orgasm again and again as we writhed together on the soft sand. I’d been in heaven and could have fucked him all day, but even I wasn’t brave enough to have sex in the open once the early morning joggers emerged. The first glimpse of a track-suited health freak had sent me scuttling for my clothes. Gary had followed suit. We’d scrambled to get dressed before the first of many sweat drenched joggers pounded past us, trampling across the very spot where we’d been lying. Close shave. The two of us had washed in the sea before retreating from our idyllic beach and the guilty ...
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