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Career Girl - 2: Lunch Break
By Misty Paycheck (mistypaycheck@yahoo.com*)
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A hard working woman strives for a career, sacrificing
a family and settled life in the suburbs. But she does
take advantage of the opportunities along the way. (MF,
FF, work, exh, affair)
***
Author Note: If you haven't read part 1, you may need a
little background information. This series takes place
in a universe where it has long ago been determined
that the constant distraction of men fantasizing about
the women around them has hindered the development of
society. It was established that men would be allowed
to act on any sexual thought that occurs to them in the
moment, with any woman. Women accept their role in this
new society without question. This, however, doesn't
mean that women are slaves or prostitutes. They are
expected to carry the same weight at home and in the
workplace as men. They just have the added
responsibility of being available and open to the
sexual whims of men. Enjoy
***
It's about 10:45 now, so I have a chance to get some
work done. I check my email and plow through some data
sent to me for another one of our accounts. I see that
Holly has sent me the data I needed. I page through it
and see the interesting spike she mentioned earlier. I
pull out the relevant data, note the spikes and why
they are interesting and format the document for an
executive attention span.
I email it to the engineers and executives in charge of
that account. At around 12:45 I realize that I'm
getting hungry. I have a pretty busy afternoon so I
decide to go to the Burger King on Main. Its a few
blocks away, but it's a nice day and it will be good to
get out of the office for a while. I take the elevator
down and walk to the restaurant.
When I get there I see that it's extremely busy and
packed. There are five cashiers each servicing their
own line of about seven people each. I pick the line
that looks like it could go the fastest. A young
teenage boy is behind the register; next to him is a
pretty young teenage girl. She's taking an order from
an elderly gentleman and his wife. As she is asking for
their order, the man reaches across the counter and
untucks the young girl's uniform top. He lifts it up to
her shoulders, stops and looks at her. She smiles and
raises her arms over her head as the man pulls her
shirt off. He then proceeds to pull up her bra over her
tits and pinch her nipples.
The man's wife stares blankly at the menu trying to
decide if she wants a chicken sandwich or a fish
sandwich. The elderly man bends down in the direction
of the young girl. She sees that he's having problems
bending down, so she hops up on the counter to provide
his mouth a shorter path to her nipples. He sucks on
her nipples as his wife decides that she will have a
hamburger. The pretty young girl hops back down from
the counter, completes the transaction, smiles at the
couple and thanks the elderly man. She then steps back
from her register, fixes her bra, puts her shirt back
on, tucks it in and greets the next customer.
While I'm waiting in line I feel my skirt start to be
raised from behind me. I don't look behind me, but I do
bend slightly to allow the man behind me better access
to my pussy. When he has my skirt pulled up, he notices
that I'm not wearing panties. I hear him say 'No
panties, what a dirty girl.' I smile as he inserts his
pinky finger into my pussy and pinches my clit with his
other fingers. While my pussy is being worked over I
scan the restaurant for empty seats. I notice an open
seat near the back.
At the table next to the empty seat a somewhat raggedy
looking older man is standing next to a pretty young
girl wearing a blue Best Buy t-shirt. He is just
standing next to her with a hard on while she eats her
sandwich. Suddenly he moves his cock to her mouth. She
opens it and I can see that she has half chewed food in
her mouth. He inserts his cock and rhythmically starts
to fuck her mouth. Then just as suddenly he stops. She
chews a few more times and swallows the freshly fucked
food in her mouth. She then licks the food bits from
the man's dick and takes another bite from her
sandwich. She chews for a while and the process
repeats.
By this time the man behind me has removed his fingers
from my wet pussy and inserted them into my asshole. He
has also stuck something into my pussy. I think it's
the key fob for his car since I can feel his keys
jangling against my think it's the key fob for his car
since I can feel his keys bouncing against my inner
thigh. I'm now at the front of the line and the young
teenage boy politely welcomes me and asks for my order.
While he does this he reaches forward and gropes my
breasts through my shear blouse. I order a Whopper Jr,
Large fries and a coke.
Meanwhile the man behind me is called by a friend of
his. He removes his fingers from my ass and moves them
in front of my face. I lick them clean and he offers a
handshake to his friend. He allows his friend to join
his place in line and they chit-chat. Soon my food
arrives. The boy behind the counter stops squeezing my
breasts and trays my food. I thank him for the fine
service and am about to leave to find a table when I
hear a jingle. I smile and look at the man behind me in
line. "Excuse me sir, I think you left your keys in
me." He thanks me as he reaches down and pulls his key
fob out. It makes a popping sound as it comes out.
I walk out to find a table and see that the table next
to the woman getting her food filled mouth fucked is
still empty. I move to the table and excuse myself past
the man as I sit down. I unwrap my Whopper Jr and take
a bite. Someone had left a newspaper on the table so I
open it to the business section and start to read. I
notice the man next to me is now furiously pumping his
cock in and out of the woman's food filled mouth. She
has one hand on either side of the table to steady
herself as he gets close to orgasm.
Suddenly he turns toward me, lifts the bun from my
sandwich and points his food covered pulsing cock at
it. He blows a huge load right on my sandwich. There
must have been seven or eight massive streams of spooge
shot onto my burger. You couldn't even see the meat
anymore it was so thick. He then lifts his cock to my
mouth. I open it and suck out the remaining cum and
lick the other woman's partially chewed food from it. I
swallow when I'm done, look up at the man, smile and
thank him.
The woman at the table next to me looks over at me and
asks if she can have a bite of my specially sauced
burger. I oblige since she did all of the real work. I
move the burger to her lips; she takes a bite and says
'It's good, I thought it would be.' I put the bun back
on my sandwich and take a big bite as I get back to my
newspaper. I notice a slightly saltier flavor, but it's
still very good.
I then reach for a french fry and realize that I forgot
to get ketchup. I notice that the man at the table on
the other side of me has a squeeze bottle on his table.
I politely ask him if I can borrow his ketchup. He says
sure, but instead of handing it to me he offers me his
hand. I take it and he helps me out of my seat. Once
standing, he raises my skirt to my hips and snickers
when he sees that I'm not wearing panties. He moves
everything on his table to the far side and lifts me
onto it. He spreads my legs wide and uses his fingers
to open my pussy. He then inserts the nozzle of the
ketchup bottle and squeezes ketchup into me until it
starts to run out.
I don't worry about any damaging effects from this
because there are strict regulations requiring all
manufactured goods to be tested and registered harmless
to vaginal, rectal and oral insertion. This is because
the male imagination can wrap a sexual context around
anything and since their whims are the female reality,
it's important to be safe. Anyway, he then reaches over
to my table and picks up my large fries. He takes one
out, slides it deep into my ketchup filled pussy and
then puts it into my mouth.
I thank him and ask him to hand me my sandwich and
newspaper. He obliges and I sit on his table with my
legs spread and pussy filled to capacity with ketchup,
a burger dripping with another stranger's spooge in one
hand and a newspaper in the other. I continue to eat
and read the paper, occasionally looking at the man and
saying 'excuse me sir' at which point he inserts one or
several french fries into my pussy to coat them with
ketchup, then feeds them to me. I thank him each time
he does this.
When the Sandwich is done and I've eaten the last of
the fries, I ask the man whose table I'm sitting on for
some napkins. He offers me a handful, but before I can
use them, another man who had been watching from a
couple tables away comes over and stands in front of
me. He looks down at me and says 'may I?' I smile up at
him and say 'of course, but I'm in a bit of a hurry.
I'm due back at the office for a meeting soon.' He says
he understands and unzips his fly. He sinks his large
penis into my ketchup filled cooze all the way to the
root in one powerful stroke. All of the air leaves me
when he does this, as well as a lot of ketchup.
I brace myself on the table knowing that this is going
to be a wild ride. The man pummels me, fucking me so
hard I think I might fall off the back of the table.
True to his word though, the man quickly gets to the
point of no return. He sinks his cock balls deep into
me and blows stream after stream of hot cum into my
pussy. He strokes his cock in and out of me a few times
to mix his cum with the ketchup in my box. He then
pulls his dick out of me and looks around for some
napkins to clean him up with.
I smile at him and said 'May I?' He thanks me and helps
me down from the table onto my knees. I use my mouth to
clean the mixture of cum and ketchup from his spent
cock and suck any remaining spooge from him. I swallow
it all and thank him. I get up to go clean myself off,
but notice a long line in front of the ladies room. I
grab some napkins and mop the ketchup from my thighs
and pussy. Any further cleaning will have to wait til I
get back to the office.
I leave the Burger King and walk back to the office.
After a half a block I realize that I forgot to grab
extra napkins. The mix of cum and ketchup starts
leaking from my snatch and runs down my leg. A man with
a concerned look approaches me and asks me if I'm ok
since it looked a little like blood running from below
my skirt. I explain to him how I forgot to grab ketchup
and how the man sitting next to me was kind enough to
share his.
He nods, wishes me a good day and walks on. This
scenario repeats a few more times on the way back to
the office. I start reaching my finger down and
scooping the concoction up and disposing of it in my
mouth. Within a half a block of the office a
policewoman comes up to me and asks if I'm ok. I thank
her for her concern and tell her the Burger King story.
She says she understands but in the interest of my well
being has to check for herself. She reaches her finger
down and bypasses the drops of ketchupy-spooge running
down my leg in favor of reaching under my skirt and
sinking a finger into my soupy pussy. She swirls it
around a few times and brings out a sizeable amount of
the stuff. She put it into her mouth and makes a sour
face. She says that it certainly wasn't blood, but it
tastes too nasty to swallow. She moves her lips close
to mine.
I open my mouth and she touches her lips to mine. She
opened her mouth and uses her tongue, pushes the mess
out of her mouth into mine. I swallow everything she
gives me. She seems to let this "kiss" linger long
after I've swallowed everything in her mouth. In fact
is almost feels like she's using her tongue to get some
back into her mouth. Finally she breaks the kiss. She
offers to take me to the station and clean me up. I
thank her, and tell her that I'm just a few feet from
my office building and can clean up once I get there.
She nods, gives me a quick slap on the ass and goes on
her way.
As I enter the lobby of my building, I see Joseph
getting out of the elevator. He sees me and comes over.
I continue walking past him to the elevator. He turns
and follows me back to the elevators. As we wait for an
elevator he starts a lengthy and extremely half-assed
attempt at an apology. I tell him to stick it and step
into the elevator that has just opened in front of us.
He follows me in and notices the red slime running down
my inner thigh.
He asks me if I'm ok. I curtly tell him its ketchup and
sperm. He reaches down and scoops some up with his
finger and motions for me to open my mouth. I do and he
spreads the spermy ketchup onto my tongue. By this time
I'd walked several blocks in summer heat with this
stuff dripping out of me, so it's got a bit of a funky
taste to it. I make a sour face as I swallow it. Joseph
notices this and reaches out to hitch up my skirt. He
then takes my right leg and balances my foot on railing
on the back wall of the elevator.
He pushes the button for the top floor of the building
and proceeds to slowly stick a finger into my snatch
and feed the spermy ketchup to me as I make faces and
gag a little. He also again starts to apologize for his
comment during the meeting. He tells me that he is
fresh out of college and new to the workforce and is
generally a dufus. He meant no harm to me and
understands exactly why what he said was wrong.
He says that he hasn't spoken to Jen yet, but will
understand if she terminates his internship. He says
that it would be the appropriate consequence for what
he said and he will accept it, but he hopes that I know
that he's learned an important lesson and hopes that I
can forgive him. He continues to feed me the god-awful
stuff from my funky puss one finger full at a time.
Along the way to the top floor of the building the
elevator doors open and people get on and off. When we
get to the top floor, Joseph hits the lobby button and
we go back down with him continuing to feed me. The
elevator stops at the 8th floor and Jen gets on. She
sees what Joseph is doing to me and asks me if he's
apologizing. In between sucking spermy ketchup from his
finger, I tell Jen that Joseph has apologized to me and
that it sounded sincere.
I tell her that the final decision is hers, but I think
he has learned a lesson about women and deserves a
second chance. Jen looks at Joseph and says that she'll
consider my advice, but hasn't made up her mind yet.
When the elevator gets to the lobby the doors open and
Jen prepares to get out. Before she can take a step,
Joseph swirls a finger around in my pussy and pulls out
what seems like the last big gob of nasty slime from me
and puts it in front of Jen's mouth. She smiles and
says 'Thank You Joseph' as she sucks the slime from his
finger. She wrinkles her nose and says 'blech!! What
got into you Laura?' She doesn't wait for an answer,
but flashes me a smile as she leaves the elevator.
Joseph swirls his finger around in me one more time to
get the last of the slime out and this time spreads it
over my top lip below my nose. He then takes my foot
off the rail and lets it glide to the floor. I fix my
skirt and thank him. He thanks me for my kind words to
Jen and says that whatever happens that it's important
to him that I know how sorry he is and that he doesn't
think I'm a whore. The elevator opens on my floor and I
get out with the foul smelling stuff still on my upper
lip.
Before I can get back to work I need to clean up, so I
go to the break room and get a douche bottle, bowl and
other implements from the cabinet marked female
maintenance supplies. There are only a few people in
the break room so it goes pretty quickly. I'm asked if
I can spread my legs a little wider by the UPS guy who
has stopped in to fill his water bottle. I also get a
soapy finger up my ass from one of the temps. Rob (the
panty snatcher) taps Charlotte on the shoulder and asks
her to lick the slime off my top lip.
After she does as he asks, she pulls away, but Rob asks
us to kiss a little bit. I put my hand on the back of
Charlottes head and pull her close to me. I tenderly
press my lips against hers. I slide my tongue into her
mouth and we close our eyes and make out. We kiss this
way for several minutes waiting for a signal to stop. I
suddenly feel Charlotte pulling away from me. I open my
eyes and Charlotte smiles and says, "We're alone,
everybody left." It was true. We were standing alone in
the break room kissing.
I say, "Alright then, back to work. See you later
Charlotte," and head back to my desk.
To be continued...
The author enjoys feedback and comments:
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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