I was working as a waitress in a downtown bar. A patron, and older man in his sixties, would grab me and kiss me and many times he found my mouth, he would grope my breasts or grab me by the crotch. The bartender and the other waitresses knew that I was his choice and they made fun of me and my 'boyfriend'. One slow evening, he grabbed me and didn't let me go, he had me by the waist and had managed to get a couple of kisses on my face. No one helped me or even tried, I was on my own, I came close to slapping him but I couldn't, I couldn't slap him, better just let him grab me and kiss me.

I felt angry at myself for not defending myself. After that evening he pretty much knew that anything he wanted to do he was going to get away with it. If I was working I would shoo him away, but go back to him when I was slow and let him put his arm around me and hug me and kiss me. If his hand slipped up over my breast I would gently grab his hand and move it down so he was holding me around my waist. At times he got away with two or three gropes and several kisses. Other patrons noticed and when they asked why I let him, I would say he was a regular and he didn't have a girlfriend, so I was his girlfriend when he came in.

This one evening, it was already late and there were just a few patrons, the bartender and one other girl. Somehow he had gotten me so he was holding me with my back against him and he kept pushing his hand down to feel me up, he was kissing my neck and he was starting to hump me. The other waitress came over and told him to take me back to the office and fuck me there and she told me to stop teasing him and give him pussy.

He pushed off the stool and walked me back to the office and closed the door and I asked him if he was going to fuck me and he said he would but I needed to work on getting him hard. I had to suck him and massage his penis for several minutes, once he was hard I leaned over the desk and he fucked me. It took a long time and he could not cum, and his penis got soft a couple of times and I had to give blow him again, but finally he managed to get off.

I sent him back out into the bar while I got fixed up again. The word got out that he had fucked me in the office and from them on no one asked about me being his girlfriend.

I had to work on reducing his alcohol intake and get him a prescription for Cialis, the one that you take every day so you are ready every day, and work on the technique to get him hard and keep him hard. For me, I got fucked a lot, the groping in the bar came to a stop and he just pretty much grabbed me and kissed me.

Two lonely people, that is what I said to myself. Once you turn 40 finding a willing man is hard, my willing man was 65 and he needed a lot of help, but at least I was getting regular sex, and it wasn't in the office at the bar any more.

He got a girlfriend and I got a boyfriend. Who knows how long it is going to last.