A Married Dad Used Me at Work

Everyone in this story is 18 or older.

Today I want to tell you about the time I got fucked at my job when I worked at a big superstore before I was a nurse. I worked there for about five years, nothing real exciting most of the time.

One day, about six months after I started, I was restocking some yarn in the crafts section when this guy approached me. He was probably in his 40s, had the beginnings of some gray hairs in his beard, and was relatively fit. Maybe a hint of a dad bod but kinda hot, honestly. One of those guys you could tell were jacked in their 20s before life happened, you know? And, I'm a little ashamed to admit it now, but he was definitely wearing a wedding ring.

When he came up to me, I was on my knees stocking on the lower shelves. It was about four or five o' clock in the morning (I worked overnights at the time) when there was rarely a single customer in the store, so I wasn't expecting anyone to approach me. "Excuse me, I'm looking for some hot glue sticks for my daughter, could you point me in the right direction?"

I turned toward him, perfectly eye-level with his crotch. He wore gray joggers that were noticeably bulged up. Not like his dick was hard, but he was seriously packing some heat. It distracted me for a split second... probably just a little too long to be normal.

I quickly averted my gaze and looked him in the eye. "Yeah, sure, I'll show you where they're at."

I stood up and noticed his eyes do a quick once-over. At this time, I think I was about 19. I wouldn't say I was jacked, but I had some muscle. Plus, my shoulders are naturally wide so my torso tapers nicely to my waist. And I had to wear my shirt tucked in at that job, so it made my leaner body more apparent.

I led the customer a couple aisles over and stopped in front of the glue section. I turned back toward him, and it was obvious what he was looking at when I was walking in front of him. I do have a real nice ass, if I do say so myself. I wasn't hitting the gym quite as much as I was during my senior year of high school, but I never missed a leg day. Still don't.

His face reddened when he glanced back up at me. He knew I caught him staring. When we locked eyes, I just raised my eyebrows a little in amusement but otherwise brushed it off. I started looking around at the stuff hanging in the section and realized the peg that the bags of glue sticks were supposed to be hanging on was empty. I pulled out my scanner and scanned the barcode on the tag, and it told me that we had inventory somewhere.

"This says we have some, let me check the backroom real quick."

I intended to leave him there and find him when I had the glue sticks, but he followed me as I crossed the store. I could feel his eyes on my ass the whole time, ending only when I went through the doors to the backroom and left him waiting just outside. It took a few minutes of searching, but I ended up finding a box with bags of glue sticks in it. I grabbed one and headed back out.

I pushed open the door and immediately noticed the guy was kind of discreetly rubbing his dick through his joggers. He was definitely hard now; his outline was clear as day in those pants. And I was right, he had a solid seven or eight inches of thick dick in there. My own cock twitched in my khakis.

I cleared my throat and he startled. Clearly I caught him in the middle of a deep thought... or fantasy. I held out the bag of glue sticks toward him.

"Here you go," I said.

His face was red in embarrassment again, but his eyes had gone dark. Lustful. I'm not sure what came over me but before I knew what I was doing, I pointedly looked down at the hand that was covering the outline of his meat and then, in my most suggestive voice, asked, "Need help with anything else?"

He raised his eyebrows in question. I scanned around us, looking for anyone that might see. I didn't notice anyone, so I motioned for him to follow me. I led him through the backroom to the furthest corner behind some tall carts of backstock. His eyes shifted nervously, clearly worried we might be caught.

I let him sweat for a few seconds. He might've been nervous, but the risk was exciting me. My dick was straining against the fabric of my work pants. Finally, I reached out and grabbed his still hard cock through his pants, rubbing it down the length of his thigh. His breath caught in his throat.

"Did you need help with this, too?" I asked coyly. He nodded and slowly put his hand on my waist. "Ever done this before?"

"This?" he clarified, gesturing to our surroundings. "No."

I chuckled. "No, this," I replied, grabbing his wrist and planting his hand on my ass. He squeezed.

"Oh--uh, no. At least... not with guys," he murmured.

"But you want to?"

He looked me in the eye. "Yeah, I do."

That was all the encouragement I needed. I slowly lowered to my knees, keeping our gazes locked until I was eye-level with his cock once again. I kissed the head through the fabric as I undid the drawstring of his joggers. I dragged them down his legs, noticing the even more prominent outline against the thin fabric of his white briefs. A prominent wet spot was blooming at the tip.

I licked him through the fabric and heard a soft gasp above me. Kids and a wife... I'm guessing he hasn't had this kind of attention in a long time. When I glanced up, he was watching me intensely, his hips thrust forward just a bit as if he couldn't control himself. He wanted me to keep going.

I cupped his balls through his underwear and kissed my way from the base to the tip as I slid my fingers into his waistband. I teased him by pulling them down inch by inch until the head of his cock was visible. I was right... it was thick. The smallest bit of apprehension clouded my mind. It wasn't exactly my first time, but I wasn't sure I've ever taken dick with girth like this before.

I yanked his briefs the rest of the way down his legs and his cock swung down, nearly smacking my forehead. I wrapped my hand around it, my fingertips not quite able to touch my thumb. I began stroking him lightly and heard him gently moan above me. I glanced up at winked at him just before I licked a drop of precum off his tip. His hips bucked a bit.

I teased him with a bit more stroking before I leaned forward and popped the head into my mouth. I have never had to stretch my mouth around a cock like I did that day. A minute or two of sucking him and I could feel a line of drool running down my chin. His cock was too thick for me to close my lips all the way around it. I ran my tongue down the underside of him as I took him as deep as I could, but I gagged just a bit over halfway. I grasped him at the base and began using my hand as an extension of my mouth, a trick I think everyone learns when they start sucking dick.

"If you keep doing that, I'm gonna cum," he muttered. I pulled my mouth off him.

"Mm... not yet," I whispered, giving him another few strokes. His legs shook.

I stood back up and glanced around, looking through the backstock carts. The stranger eyed me with confusion until I turned around, holding up a bottle of lube. His jaw hung open.

"I didn't realize you wanted to..." he whispered, trailing off.

"You down?" I asked.

He hesitated and gulped nervously again, but his twitching cock gave him away. After a few seconds, he nodded. I quickly undid my belt and shoved my pants and briefs down, allowing my dick to spring forward. I turned around and squirted some of the lube on my fingers. I threw the bottle onto one of the carts and rubbed the lube on my hole before fingering it, slicking the inside.

"Fuck," I heard the guy say under his breath. He was watching my every move and slowly jerking off. I inserted another finger, pumping them in and out in an attempt to stretch myself out quickly before taking his beer can of a cock. I motioned for him to come closer as I squirted more lube on my fingers and coated his length in it. His head fell back and he bit his bottom lip.

"Ready?" I asked, bracing myself up against the cart in front of me. In response, he gave my ass a light smack and grabbed my waist, using his other hand to line his obscenely large cockhead with my hole. It was my turn to bite my bottom lip, not in pleasure but in nervousness. Truly, I didn't know how--or even if--he was going to fit that monster inside me.

In the span of a breath I could feel his dick pushing against my hole. I pushed out, hoping to make it easier. Suddenly, searing pain told me he was in. My entire body clenched and I felt him pause.

"You okay?" he asked.

I didn't trust myself to speak, so I just nodded. I put my hand on his abdomen, though, to signal for him to wait as I adjusted to his ridiculous thickness. Breathe, I reminded myself. Slowly, the burn subsided. I took my hand off his abdomen and looked in his eyes. Nodded.

He pushed in, stretching me with each inch. I felt like I was going to rip in half--until his cock rubbed against my prostate. Suddenly, the pain mixed with incredible pleasure. I let out a loud moan, not even caring whether anyone could hear me. His thick meat continued to rub along it, sending waves of pleasure radiating throughout my body. I gripped the cart so hard it felt like I was going to bend its metal frame. After several moments, I felt his hips against my ass. He was bottomed out, and I felt filled to the brim.

I gave myself another few seconds to adjust after he was completely inside me. He held my waist tight, so tight it felt like he was fighting to maintain some control over himself.

But I was ready.

I wiggled my ass against him, causing his cock to rub against my prostate again.

"God, fuck me," I moaned. Apparently, that was all he needed to hear. His fingers tightened on me even more for leverage and then he pulled about halfway out before slamming back in. My jaw dropped in a silent scream. No dick has ever given me this kind of raw pleasure. I arched my back into him as he railed me, forcing him deeper inside me.

I let out another low moan and earned myself a sharp smack on the ass. The wheels of the cart I was braced against skidded on the floor, slowly pulling me lower until my torso was nearly parallel to the floor. Random loose items clattered to the floor. Each thrust from this man forced a whimper out of me as fucked me.

His hand left my waist and twisted itself into my hair and he pulled it back, forcing my back into an almost unnatural arch. He grunted as he slammed into me again and again, only changing rhythm long enough to slap my ass. A lasting sting after the third or fourth slap told me I might have a welt by the time he was done. After the last smack, he grabbed my dick and began jerking me off, surprisingly.

"God, fuck, I'm about to cum," he murmured breathily. "Where do you want it?"

"Put that load inside me daddy," I purred.

He let out a low growl and picked up the pace, slamming his cock into me with so much force my legs started to shake. Idly, I wondered if his stiff dick inside me was what was keeping me upright.

"Fuck... fuck..." I heard him mutter. "I'm gonna cum!" he moaned.

A few more thrusts before he shove his entire dick inside my hole. It had me so stretched out that I could feel it get even thicker as it filled with his cum before, finally, it began spurting inside me. In the midst of his orgasm, he stopped jerking me off and just held my dick. I moved his hand and began stroking myself furiously, already dangerously close to orgasm.

In just a few seconds, I was ready to cum, too. "Oh shit, I'm gonna--"

A creak. The backroom door swung open. Instantly, the stranger and I froze, his cock still pumping cum into my ass. My cock throbbed once before releasing my load, painting the cart and floor in front of me. We both bit our bottom lips to keep from moaning as we rode out our orgasms. I could hear footsteps against the concrete floor.

The guy looked at me, panicked. I held my finger to my lips. As stupid as I know it is, the danger of the situation was only heightening my orgasm. I nearly choked on my own breath, pleasure wracking my body as I felt this stranger's cum begin to leak out around his cock and drip down my leg. It must've been doing something to the man as well, as he was still bricked up in my hole.

Thankfully, the footsteps receded and another creak indicated that we were alone once again. The man pulled out of me, leaving me feeling incredibly empty without his girthy cock. It felt like a plug had been pulled out. I heard something hit the floor with a plop and turned to see a puddle of cum on the floor. His dick loosened me up so much I didn't even have to push his cum out.

The man grabbed a towel off a nearby backstock cart and cleaned himself up, his dick finally starting to soften and its heaviness pulling it downward. He silently handed me the towel so I could wipe up all the cum from my ass, the floor, and the cart.

We got dressed silently, my legs still feeling a little weak as I pulled my pants back up. The man was much quicker than me. I wondered if post-nut clarity was hitting him. He gathered his wallet and keys and stuffed them hastily back into his pockets, finally stopping to look at me as I tucked my shirt back in.

"So... that was fun," he muttered, surprisingly giving me a quick peck on the lips. "Thanks."

I gave him a devilish grin. "Anytime," I replied coyly.

He gave me a quick nod and headed back to the door, leaving me to finish getting dressed. I grabbed the towel and dumped it into a nearby trash can. I stepped into the employee bathroom and gave myself a quick once-over to make sure nothing was out of place. Other than my hair being a bit messier than usual, I looked just the same as before.

Wonder if I'll ever see him again, I thought to myself idly as a drop of cum ran down the inside of my thigh.