Over the years, there have been at least two dozen Ginger (red haired…you Peepz know that lingo, yes?) lovers whose appendages have crossed my pussy lips in one way or another. It was a novelty at first, but the fascination slowly worked it’s way into a pseudo fetish. If I saw a ginger across the room, I was going to fuck them as long as they were down.
My first ginger experience left me wanting more, mostly because I didn’t cum. When wee tried messing around initially, there were still customers in the store. He was hella nervous about fucking his boss and ticking that box off of his sexual bucket list, so we decided to give it another go after the store closed.
After hours, I counted all the money in the office while my staff straightened up the store. When I had finished up my actual work for the night, I picked up the phone to announce over the loudspeaker that everyone was good to go, except the red-haired man because his drawer was short. He let the other employees out the front door and I watched him take a deep breath, hesitating before he knocked on the office door.
“Have you ever had a one night stand?” I asked him once I opened the door.
He smiled, “Yeah, a few,” his cheeks nearly matched his hair.
I touched his shirt collar and gently tugged his body towards me. We kissed and I could tell that he had probably never had a one night stand in his life. There’s a first time for everything, I guess.
I sat down on the third step so that his dick was eye level. Wasting zero time, I undid his fly and slipped his cock into my mouth while he was still trying to catch his breath. He moaned while I deepthroated him over and over again, barely gagging on the shaft he had to offer my holes.
“Hold up,” he pushed my face backwards, “Let me get that pussy.”
We went upstairs and I slipped my uniform pants down over my ass. He kissed me again, slipping a finger in between my pussy lips to make sure I was wet enough for his cock. Spoiler alert: I definitely was. I handed him a condom and he ripped it open with his teeth, turning me around in front of the huge safe in the corner. I bent over with my hands inside the open safe, so that I was looking at the trays of money that I had just counted.
The one memory from this whole experience that I can remember super vividly, is getting fucked while the smell of dirty money was in my face. It felt gross and right and potent, just like the sex with this guy was.
When he was just about to pop, he pulled out of my pussy. I turned around and dropped to my knees like I was performing a choreographed dance. My mouth was opened wide and a few seconds later his cumshot to coat my throat.
“So I guess this isn’t going to happen again?” he asked.
“Probably not,” I stood up and straightened out my shirt
He looked a little disappointed, so I kissed him again even though a few drops of his cum were still on my lips.
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