the secret to the mayo

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by papajohnsissexy

by papajohnsissexy

Tonight is one of the busiest nights of all, Ronald's birthday. All of the McSpicey's were sold out, the milkshake machine was broken - as usual - BigMac's were sold out and the rest of the meat patties were frozen and no one had time to defrost them. The smell of raw bacon filled the air, the customers were loud and little children were touching the display balloons, as if they were free. THEY WERE NEVER FREE. Ronald was in the back office room, his head on his hand, his big red shoes were kicked off of his feet - they were out fresh, Ronald's so called "socks" were actually mustard and ketchup engraved into his skin. He was stressed from the lack of resources in the fridge and the amount of customers screaming at the manager for not having anything in stock or if the fries were too salty for their kids, as if any of this matters to him, his company is the biggest in the world, not even Bill Gates can compete. Ronald's banana phone buzzed, he raised his head from his naked hands to see it was a notification from his manager, y/n.

y/n
How are you feeling, Ronny? <3

Y/n always cared for Ronald, even on days when he felt he didn't exist. Ronald picked up the phone and stared at the message not long after his McPants tightened, the thought of having y/n on his McLap made him feel hot. A knock at the office door McSnapped him out of the trance, it was Tracey, the most uptight worker he had. He sighed and his McPants loosened again "Can I help you, Tracey with an E?" He didn't feel bothered to face Tracey's bullshit, he only dreamt of laying in his clown bed, the sheets stained with mustard and watching an adult short film with his hand down his McBoxers.
"It's time for you to come out front, Mr McDonald." Tracey nodded, her back straighter than her dreams. Ronald stood up, scooped his shoes on and headed out with Tracey. The loud crowd of 6 year olds crying and the parents telling them off for choking on the happy meal toys. They all went quiet once Ronald walked in, he gazed upon the customers. He signalled his workers, they locked the front and side doors, turned the lights off and Tracey gave Ronald a suspicious object. The kids started sobbing, the dark was too great to start off the night; the lights turned back on and ronald held up a Machete to the snotty toddlers, the parents gasped and choked. Ronald flashed a grim smile, then the lights flickered before the grainy lights switched off, the room was pitch black, matching with the night sky. Fast footsteps followed slashing and gushing noises, the customers were screeching and vomiting seconds before they became apart of the night's silence. The lights flickered once more before turning back on. Blood pools filled the floor, at least 3 inches deep (pretty deep pools if you ask me).

Ronald returned back to his office, to only see the one and only y/n sitting on his desk, their uniform practically ripped off. Ronald grinned and locked the door behind him. "I've noticed you've been stressed lately..." y/n's voice was soft and seductive, Ronald began to undo his blood stained tie but never took his eyes off of y/n. "Want your daily check in?" y/n purred, smiling with half of their face, eyeing up Ronald's large McFry that took long and straight in his McPants. It wasn't long before he had y/n face front on the desk, naked and fresh. He pulled down his McPants and McBoxers, uncovering his McMeaty Mcbreakfast McBang McSausage McStick then quickly slipping it into y/n's McBuns. Then began the clapping, their skins combined together better than salt on chips, Ronald could taste the moment. A five star meal for his five star job. "Happy.." huffed y/n "Birthday-y!"
Ronald smiled while groaning in enjoyment, the feeling of his McSausage inside of y/n's obedient hole made him dribble and even more excited, his movement quickend: the air got heavier, the more they breathed, the more energy they used it made them both ready to finish. Ronald's McBalls sprung and squished up and then rested back down as his forbidden mayo filled up y/n's McHole, poring out giving y/n a McCream pie. Ronald wiped the sweat from his forehead, releasing his McStraw from y/n's behind. "Thank you for the birthday present, McNugget."

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THANK YOU FOR READING EPISODE ONE!