Get Off Work

My boyfriend texted me, when I was about to nod off. [U up?] [Yeah,] I texted back [At work.]

I don’t usually work nights, and this would basically be a split shift, with maybe 4 hours to sleep before my morning shift. Then, he started sending me photos, of guy’s butts.

[LOL, WTF?] More photos, it was a car, but too dark to make out much besides the light on inside. A woman up on the seat in an awkward position, her top up, and her bra hanging unhooked, but her breasts held by hands reaching in the window.

[U know the bridge over by the river?]

[Yeah, could you narrow it down a little?] There’s only about 7 of those in city limits. [Looks like they’re dogging.]

[Yeah, you know that gangbang you always wanted?]

[You’re not thinking about taking a turn, and who said anything about wanting group sex?]

[All the Gangbang, Orgy, and Bukkake searches on your computer?]

“Huh!” [You been going through my search history?]

[No, every time I type in Y on Google, your Laptop fills in Young Public Gangbang, or Teen Bukkake, or Skinny DP Threesome.]

[All right, okay. I get it, so I’ve been watching a lot of porn lately.]

[Well, can you get off work quick?]

[No, of course not, I’m filling in for someone else, and there’s no manager on graveyard, so even if I called him, by the time he got here, it would be too late.]

[Well, can’t you take a break, to clean the bathrooms, take out the trash, dip the tanks…]

[Yeah, of course, but I can’t close down the whole station, and go watch an orgy by the river.]

[Well, it was more like a Gangbang.]

[Was?]

[Yeah, probably still is. I’m kinda asking for me.]

[Asking for what, you want me to quit my job, drop everything and go over there?]

[No, just dip the tanks, clean the restrooms, take out the trash…]

[And fuck you? Yeah! Hurry up.]

So, that was like a regular thing, for us. Catching quickies when we can, where we can, despite us living together, and sharing the same bed. Morning sex, mostly. That’s just sex, boring old husband wife sex, I guess. We’re not married, we just moved in together, but before that I lived with my parents, so. You know, we had to go out, find a place to screw, then sneak back in without my parents waking up.

Regular teenage sex. Some kids out grow it, and learn to appreciate regular, plan old sex. I guess other couples play dressup, whips, and chains, or whatever. He must have been way down the river, because by the time he showed up, I had all my side-work done. I opened up the store again, dumped out the mop bucket, rinsed it out, set it to drain in the mop sink, and got bored again.

DING! DING! “Huh!” I let him behind the counter, where he pulled a rubber right off the peg-board. I dropped my pants, and underwear to lean over, and look at his phone.

He took video, and sure enough, she had guys lined up all the way around the front bumper, and back around to the other side. The back doors locked, she wasn’t tall enough to do fingercuffs through both windows, but she just got off one, and leaned over to suck another, while they shot cum on her seats through the windows. Dripping down the doors, and everything.

“OH?” He pulled out, and ducked down, before the headlights turned, and a driver pulled up to the pumps. DING DING! I sat back on his hands, face, nose, lips, tongue, fingers, thumbs, and the driver got out to pay at the pump. “Oh, get up and fuck me.” Finally, he got in, and drove off, but that break gave him a chance to loosen up my butthole for his thumb. Then, both thumbs, banging them in with his pubes, pumping me full of rubber until I was done.

“OH AH YEAH FUCK HUH! FUCKME FUCKMYASS YEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAH!” I drooled, wiped my mouth out of breath when he pulled out to push my shirt up. Drop the rubber on my back, and beat off all over my gaping asshole.

“Huh, uh!” I shook my head, and stood up. Pulled my shirt down, and ran for the bathroom to take a dump. Catbath, dry off with rough brown paper towels, because the cheap ass biodegradeable toilet paper turns into fucking paste instantly, and come out to take my vest back from him.

Kiss his cheek. “Any sales?”

“Not even any gas.”

“Good.”

“I better go.”

“Yeah. Huh!” I leaned over, and waved out the door before he got in his car, and drove off.

He took his phone with him, but I had to count out soon anyways. Boring work stuff, with a boring work fuck to break the monotony. Why I don’t work graveyard, I’m practically praying somebody comes in with a shotgun, and a ski-mask just to liven stuff up, but I looked through the photos he sent me again.

He saw that, middle age chick getting gangbanged, and the first thing he thought was to invite me. “Huh!” I hate to say “How sweet,” but I definitely appreciate that. My manager came in, to relieve me, and I made sure to look up at the camera. Over the register, wink, and squeeze my bra cups behind his back.

Of course he’s going to watch the video. He always watches the video, that’s why he comes in so early, even if there isn’t any money missing and I didn’t skip any dead drops. He never said anything about the action he caught, out the back door when I took out the trash. In the license plate cams to catch gas&gos when my boyfriend catches me “Dipping the Tanks…”

He wouldn’t say anything about my boyfriend watching the till while I washed the cum and shit off my back, douched and enemaed after getting fucked on the counter, either. As long as there’s no money missing, and we don’t get caught.

I barely have time to go home, get a hot bath, a regular bedroom fuck, a shower, put on some clean clothes, and get back to work, but now he knows where the dogging goes on, and he’s invited me…

Of course, he knew I wanted to get gangbanged publicly, ever since I discovered the keywords Gangbang, Public, and Bukkake. What would I clear my search history for, in case my boyfriend found out? I just had no way of knowing how willing he’d be to share, or watch, but I guess I’ll find out soon enough…

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