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First Published: 04 May 2015

Christmas Bar Work
by Isabella

Story Code: m/F, m/f

I started working in my father's pub when I was fourteen, as a member of the owner's family I didn't fall under the usual laws covering working ages of staff working in the hospitality trade. Usually I just collected and washed glasses for two hours a week to get some extra pocket money but the year I turned sixteen I was asked by my father if I'd like to help out behind the bar at a private party, eight o'clock until midnight on the day before Christmas Eve. The main pub would be open until four o'clock in the morning but the party room was rented by the hour and they'd paid for just the four hours.

I didn't take much notice of what was going on if I'm honest, I was like a beer pulling machine, I'd pulled over four hundred pints in the four hours, fortunately we didn't have to wash any of the glasses though because the washing machine was in the main pub so two staff were on constant glass collecting and washing duties. At midnight I covered the pumps with a bar towel, a few of the diehard drinkers moved over to the main pub and the party room emptied quite quickly, there was just one woman left, she looked between forty and fifty years old, difficult to tell as she'd put a lot of work into her hair, dress and makeup.

"Can I have another drink please love?"

"Sorry Miss, this bar's closed now; if you want more to drink you'll have to go over to the pub."

"I don't want to go over there, the main bar is packed, it'll take hours to get served over there, come on, I'll pay double, just give me a drink and have one for yourself."

"I'm sorry, the head barman's taken the till drawer over to the office."

"Well, it's nearly Christmas, can't you 'give me one' as a Christmas present?"

It suddenly dawned on me that I'd seen the woman around the area, she must have lived close to the pub for me to have seen her around, I'd picked up on her emphasis, spotted the stress she'd placed on 'give me one' part of her request for beer. Well, I wasn't any kind of virgin; I'd been active with girls at school for eighteen months but they had always been my age or slightly younger, I'd never been with a woman and the 'Dolled-up' woman standing in front of me was more my mother's age than mine, she'd given me an instant boner just from the possibility that her 'give me one' wasn't a simple slipup.

I lifted the towel and reached for a glass, "Any chance of a bottle of premium lager instead of a glass of draught beer? It is a Christmas present after all."

I covered the tap again and picked up a large bottle of our strongest lager, I was about to push it up into the bottle opener when she stopped me again, "If you got another bottle, you could escort me home, make sure I get there safely and we could have a little party of our own!"

She added a wink as she said 'Party' and as I wouldn't get a lift home because both my mother and father would be working until four o'clock and then after counting the takings it would be closer to five so the idea was that I'd walk home or get a taxi and go to bed alone in our house, so no one would miss me until mid-morning at the earliest.

I grabbed my coat and another bottle of lager and walked with her for the half a mile to her house just making small talk, about half way there she linked her arm through mine and we kissed in a shop doorway on route. Her house looked massive as we approached it, then I saw a second front door so it was a semi-detached house which halved the size but still, it would be larger than average inside.

We didn't go to the front door, we walked around the side to what I assumed was the back door but when she opened it all that was on the other side was a coat rack and a flight of stairs going up, no other doors into the ground floor.

We took our coats off and she almost attacked me in the doorway, her hands rubbing all over my chest through my shirt while my hands were full with two pint bottles of lager, she kissed me passionately forcing her tongue into my mouth and forcing my back against the mountain of coats hanging on the wall as she rubbed her hips against mine, leaving me in no doubt that I was definitely going to score tonight.

She grabbed my wrist and dragged me up the flight of concrete steps, half way up she put her index finger to her lips and 'Shushed' me even though she was the one making all the noise in her drunken and giggly state. She walked on the tips of her toes across the hallway at the top of the stairs, she opened a door and pulled me into the kitchen, we kissed for a while and she opened the beer and while she drank hers I didn't. It took thirty minutes but I eventually got my hands up the front of her dress and her knickers around her ankles.

She stripped me totally and gave me a few minutes of hand relief before she hiked her dress up to her waist and rested her arse on the edge of her kitchen table. I grabbed her knees and started fucking her, she forgot all about trying to keep quiet and as soon as I got her over the edge of her first orgasm she suddenly got extremely noisy and she was spurring me on to fuck her harder and harder. I ended up throwing my body at her so hard that I was pushing her and her heavy kitchen table across the kitchen an inch for every thrust of my hips.

She was climaxing so hard that she began spurting, her piss was drenching my abdomen, thighs and legs, dripping off of my balls onto her kitchen floor making the linoleum slippery. Even though things were getting very messy in the kitchen I was having a whale of a time. Usually when I fucked a girl it was a very quick event, it usually took me an hour to talk my way into a girl's knickers and from my cock going in the girl would enter a panic mode and want it over as quickly as possible so a fuck rarely lasted longer than the five minutes it took me to climax so this fuck fest was a real treat and I was making a pig of myself trying to hold back my climax as long as possible.

I heard a sound on the other side of the kitchen door and froze, she began to kick her heels into my arse to get me started again, "What was that?" My first thought was 'Husband!' and I realised that the only way out for me would be past him in that hallway the other side of the kitchen door.

"Don't stop, it's just my daughter, she's probably going to the toilet, don't worry, she won't come in here."

I started up fucking her again, wondering how old her daughter was, she had to be at least thirteen or her mother wouldn't have left her alone in the house, I stabbed my hips forward extra hard causing another spurt from my partner, "How old is your daughter?"

I was hoping thirteen or over, I'd done a few girls that young but they were always the most skittish, often wanting me to stop well before I was ready to cum, I never did but it was just nicer if I could fuck the girl to completion without any grief.

I'd just managed to get the top of her dress down and her bra off and was having fun fucking her and biting her tits driving her totally nuts when the door behind me suddenly opened and I froze again as a voice rang out, "Mum, why the hell do you do this every time you get pissed, you've scratched the fucking floor, how are you going to explain that to dad?"

There was something I recognised about her voice and I looked over my shoulder, "Adam, what the fuck are you doing with my mother?"

I pulled my cock out and started to back away from the hot moist cunt I'd been so happily fucking a minute earlier but her mother was trying desperately to keep me inside and doing the job she'd brought me here to do on her.

"God Kelly I'm sorry, I had no idea that she was your mother!"

As I turned to face Kelly my rampant erection had already collapsed and was trying to hide in the forest of my pubic hair, "God Adam, I knew that you'd fuck any girl at school willing to open her legs but I never thought you'd go for an old bag like my mother!"

Her mother was trying desperately hard to get me back into my 'stand' between her legs and finish off what I'd started but I was trying hard to placate my friend Kelly, she just shook her head and started to head back through the kitchen door, she stopped just before closing it, "At least clean up between you after you've finished, make sure you mop the fucking floor when you're done or the place will stink to high heaven when dad gets home at four o'clock in the morning and he won't need the old cow downstairs to tell him that you've been fucking one of the local skanks again mum."

I thought getting caught out by her daughter would have spelled the end of our Christmas Eve fun but not a bit of it, her mum was desperately trying to rub and kiss life back into my cock and she managed it in reasonably quick time too surprisingly. She got me hard and hopped back up on the table and pulled me back between her legs, the table was now hard against the wall so no matter how hard I fucked her the table didn't move anymore, it just banged into the wall in time with our fucking.

"So..." she gasped, "...you know my Kelly then?"

I said "Yes!" as I thrust my hips even harder into her.

"Where from?"

"We're in the same class at school."

"Oh...my...God, don't tell me you're only fifteen too!"

"No, I'm sixteen so don't worry, I'm legal, just!"

"But you were working in the pub, serving beer; you have to be at least eighteen to do that!"

"Well, usually true but my dad owns the pub so I can serve there at any age."

"How well do you know my daughter?"

"Well enough to know that she isn't half as messy or noisy when she climaxes as you are, fortunate really as she likes to cum during History class to relieve her boredom!"

Telling her that I knew her daughter sexually seemed to turn her into a raging volcano and no matter how hard I tried to hold back I couldn't and let fly, it was almost painful as I emptied my balls. After I shot my load into Kelly's mum's cunt I headed for the door, leaving her cleaning the kitchen floor.

Out in the passageway I noticed a door was open now that had been closed earlier, the room was very pink so I assumed that it was Kelly's bedroom, as I passed the open door she pushed herself up onto her elbows, "You finished then?"

"Yep!"

"I can't believe you'd fuck an old bag like her!"

"Well, it's like you said in the kitchen, I'll fuck any girl that'll open her legs for me..." I looked towards the closed kitchen door, "...I guess you'll have to change that to any woman or girl, any age!"

"A Martini guy then, any girl, any age, anywhere!"

"Yep!"

"Well, you've made me listen to ninety minutes of you grunting your way across my kitchen while you fucked my mum, now you need to give me something!"

I stepped into her bedroom and went to close her bedroom door but she stopped me. I walked over to her bed and she threw back the bedclothes and lifted her nighty, I went to finger her like I'd done over a hundred times in the classroom before, Kelly wasn't one of the many girls that I'd managed to fuck so far but she had given me hand relief under the desk and I'd done the same for her.

Again she stopped me; she reached up towards my head and took a hand full of my hair and pulled my face down between her legs, forcing me to use my mouth and tongue in place of my fingers. As she ground her cunt into my face she said, "I'm not going to help you come after I do like usual, I think you've had enough fun for one evening with my mum."

I heard the kitchen door open and went to pull my face away from Kelly's cunt but she kept a tight hold on my hair, forcing me back to work on her cunt.

"Kelly, what do you think you're playing at?"

"Mum, you can fuck off, you can't complain if I use your boyfriend after you've finished fucking him, just go back to bed and I might share Adam with you next time my dad's on nights."

Mmmm, things are looking up, perhaps this year I'll make a New Year's resolution for the first time in my life!

2,362 Words.

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