Alice: Her boss takes full advantage

It was Sunday night about 10:30pm I was on my way back from cottage lane with Alice in the car, the farmer had had his wicked way with her again and flooded her tight little pussy with more of his old strange come, when her mobile went. It was her boss Paul.

“Hi Alice, Paul here”

“Hi Paul, what’s up?”

“Well Alice, I’m back in work tomorrow and I’d like you to dress how you did the other times. Remember like we discussed?”

“Yes yes I remember Paul”

“Good. I might need you to stay late tomorrow as well Alice, that won’t be a problem will it?”

“No Paul of course not”

“See you tomorrow then Alice”

“Bye”

I heard the conversation clearly as I made Alice put it on loud speaker. He wanted her to stay late alright; Paul couldn’t wait to get his hands on Alice’s smooth young body. I needed to be in the pub when he cleared out, just in case I missed out on the action. I couldn’t wait to see Alice being touched by her boss.

I dropped Alice at the pub at around 6pm for the start of her shift. I’d watched and helped her dress earlier. As requested by Paul she wore no bra so her perfect firm 34c’s were clearly visible through her regulation white blouse. Her lovely areola and hard little nipple strained against the white fabric. She wore her black uniformed trousers that snugly fitted her perfect tight ass. I picked her a sexy pair of white lacy French knickers that clung to her neatly trimmed pussy lips and showed of her thin landing strip of pubic hair. Dirty bitch, my cock was hard at the sight of her.

I watched Alice enter the pub then shot home to drop the car off before walking back to the boozer.

Alice was working the restaurant side, fetching and carrying meals to the customers eating, processing bills at the till and helping out if needed at the bar. Paul served me a pint and I sat at the bar on a stool observing Alice as she worked. I wasn’t the only one, Paul the dirty bastard couldn’t keep his eyes off her tits and ass, and rubbed himself past her at every opportunity, grinding his crotch into her ass. His antics went on pretty much all night.

Drinking in the lounge were about 5 or 6 regulars from the village, all aged between 40 and 60 years. I watched as they too blatantly ogled Alice’s young charms. These were old blokes from the village who knew Alice, knew her useless farther and knew Fiona, the respectable woman with a good job.

Not the whore that she had turned into a year or so ago, the way her daughter was fast heading.

The women at the restaurant tables shot their husbands ice cold stares every time the eyes wandered over Alice’s near naked tits as she served the tables. A table of 4 lads repeatedly called Alice to the table asking for more of the condiments openly looking at her tits as she tendered to their needs. One of the lads grabbed her ass as she cleared the table, leaving his hand lingering for a good few seconds before Alice left the table.

None of this went unnoticed by Paul of course.

The restaurant finished serving at 8pm and after cleaning up the chef left and Alice worked the bar much to the delight of Paul and the other regulars who enjoyed 2 hours of Alice’s breasts on display. At about 10:30pm I went and hid in the disabled toilet, the pub had all but emptied and I knew Paul would be moving in on Alice as soon as the last punter left.

I heard Paul out near the back door as he saw Steven off. He then locked and bolted the back door and I waited a few minutes until he’d disappeared into the lounge. I sneaked quietly back into the pub area and stood in the corner between the bar and lounge area, a gambling machine hid me if Paul was to look around but I stayed quiet and he was more than occupied by his sexy employee.

Paul was perhaps in his early to mid fifties, maybe around 53. He was about 5’7” and quite stocky. He had black greying hair that he normally combed back and had a very tanned complexion. Gained from spending plenty of time sunning himself at his villa abroad some place in Europe, south of france I think.

Alice was cleaning up behind the bar, wiping the tops down and putting clean glasses away when Paul shouted her over.

“Alice leave that now, come over here”

He was perched on the arm of a chair in the middle of the lounge.