The Health Inspector Fucks Me and I Get to Stay Open – #Erotica

If the health inspector wants my pussy in order to pass me, that is what he will get!

I met Jack, the health inspector, under unusual circumstances.  I actually hated him when I first met him, truth be told, but somehow one day, things changed unexpectedly.  Very unexpectedly.  You see, I’m a female restaurant owner who struggled to get to where I am.  I clawed my way from a hotdog cart to a food truck to a full-blown sit-down, upscale restaurant that I had dreamt of owning since I was growing up.  I slaved and worked long nights and days to get to where I was when Jack came into my life, and I wasn’t about to let anyone take that away from me, not for any reason.  On this particular day, my restaurant, Le Plume Bleu, was due for an inspection by the health department.  I was nervous as I always was when this time came around, and this time I was a bit more so.  There was one small problem in the kitchen that cropped up at the very last minute, hours before my 8 AM inspection, in fact, and there was no way to get anyone in to fix it before the health inspector arrived.  I’d been down this road before with a minor issue in the past, and I hoped for the same outcome.  This would entail me being blessed with a kind inspector who wasn’t a huge stickler for the rules and who would tell me to get it fixed by next week and leave me with a passed inspection in the meantime.

I woke up, grabbed my morning Espresso, and headed down to Bleu to meet up with the man who had emailed me his contact information, Jack Bordone, my board of health inspector.  I had been having a rough week as it was, with a few major things hitting both at work and home only days apart. All I could do was pray to any god that may hear me on the way to my restaurant that this board of health inspection would not be another problem to add to my list.  I was overly tired and wanted nothing more than to get this wrapped up, let my manager take over, and go home for a much-needed nap.  Two and a half hours of sleep while tossing and turning was not going to cut it for me today.  “Good morning, Mr. Bordone.  It’s very nice to meet you.  I’m Stella Stapleton, the owner of Le Plume Bleu that you’ve been conversing with the past week,” I said, extending out my hand to shake his as I finished speaking.  He barely smiled as he shook my hand, but I did notice him send his eyes directly to my chest and full cleavage as he gave my hand an extra squeeze and sort of introduced himself in a very monotone, lackluster way.

Mr. Bordone licked his lips as he pulled his hand away, and I was cursing the pervert in my mind, just as the expression of disgust on my face must’ve indeed given away.  “Thank god I got these acrylic nails put on; these nerves would normally be causing me to bite my fingernails right off,” I said to my assistant manager Jessica as we took in our unwanted guest and his need to criticize. We rolled our eyes at the rude health inspector, who appeared to be looking at every nook and cranny with a fine-tooth comb.  “I’m getting so nervous, Jess!” I said in a whining-type voice.  “He’s clearly an asshole, naturally, and look at how he checked out your tits and ass as you walked away!” Jess said, slipping a pencil behind her ear and spinning to grab next week’s appointment book behind her.  “Well, Ms. Stapleton, I don’t think you’ll need to worry about that appointment book for a little while,” Jack said, coming over while jotting down notes on his findings and not showing an ounce of compassion for a struggling female restaurant owner like myself as he did.

“What?  What do you mean I won’t need my appointment book for a while?” I asked, stepping forward and crossing my arms across my chest angrily.  “Well, you have an issue in the back storage room of the kitchen, and I noticed as well that your refrigerator in the small kitchen is running two degrees too warm despite being set at the appropriate temperature. I’m afraid, Ms. Stapleton, I am going to have close you down until these two problems are fixed.  “But, Mr. Bordone!  I have a large party that reserved half of this restaurant for an important event in two days! I cannot have this right now!  I understand you’re a health inspector and have to do your job, but can we talk in my office for a moment, please?”  I said, motioning with an arm out for him to come to take a walk back to my office with me. I closed the office door, determined to do whatever I had to do to stop this health inspector from hell from shutting me down.

“I saw the way you were looking at me.  And my assistant manager saw you checking out my ass as I walked away too.  Maybe there’s a way we can work this out?” I said to him calmly, smiling mischievously and leaning back on my desk in front of his chair where he sat.  The next thing I knew, I had a deal and was bent over my desk, holding on as he rocked my body with a pounding fuck from behind that bought me one week of staying open.  “I know these issues are going to take at least six weeks to get straightened out due to the workload of contractors around here and the scarce products you will need.  I’ll return to do this once a week when I see fit.  As long as you keep putting out, Ms. Stapleton, you get to keep running your restaurant under these conditions,” he said, winking as he fixed his clothes and headed out with clipboard in hand and no one the wiser but he and I about our little arrangement.

The following week the same thing happened.  The pervert health inspector popped in on a reasonably busy Saturday morning, asking to speak to me in private.  When we entered my office, he locked the door, pushed me back to the wall, and began kissing me with aggression that both turned me on and made me feel uncomfortable at the same time.  He wanted me so much, and I could feel that as he yanked my tucked blouse from my tight purple skirt and reached his hand underneath to feel up my full breasts.  Surprisingly my pussy was wet from his touch and the feel of his extra-large hard-on that was jabbing me through his jeans.  I opened my legs, and he reached under my skirt to pull my panties to the side.  I gasped as his cock penetrated me quickly, and he began fucking me as we stood against the wall in my office.  He finished what he came there for and left just as fast, leaving me in a whirlwind of pleasure, anger, confusion, and unexpected lust for him.  I cannot believe I actually enjoyed fucking that pervert health inspector!  I thought to myself as I fixed my clothes and then my lipstick, snapping the compact lid closed, smacking my lips together, and getting back to my busy restaurant.

That night something weird happened.  I found myself thinking of Jack, the health inspector, nonstop.  I spent the entire evening thinking about next week when he’d show up for his weekly arrangement  fuck and how it might happen this time.  The next few weeks went the same.  Jack, the crooked health inspector, would show up unannounced when he saw fit and would fuck me, then leave, and I would be pining over him all night and for the next week until he appeared again.  Finally, almost seven weeks passed, and I had gotten used to my surprise health inspector fuck time.  When my problems were fixed and I no longer needed to offer my pussy in exchange for a passing health inspection, I became so down and depressed at the thought of it ending.  For one week, I sulked and missed my daytime, naughty in-office romp with Jack, the pervert health inspector.  Then, one day two weeks after our last time together, I heard his voice behind me on a slow Monday night at closing time.

We fucked wildly and with reckless abandon immediately upon seeing one another, and he quickly admitted that he couldn’t stop thinking of me.  That moment we decided to keep our arrangement going even though we didn’t need to, and I spent weeks anticipating unexpected fucks at work that blew my mind and gave me orgasms like never before.  I wasn’t about to let my pervert health inspector go now! He was mine, and I was his anytime he wanted or needed me.  Thank God for failed health inspections!  My pussy has never been so satisfied!