The task and the flask between my hands
We had a good laugh
The last of the employees left
Except for my dad, who was the manager at said restaurant. He had brought me for a second to scold the employee, Bertholemule. A young, chiseled face twink with an aura that shouted for revenge, and lust. My dad was angry, the strong stench of bourbon irritated my nostrils, no matter how far i tried to keep the flask from my face. My dad was blackout drunk, and Bertholemule kept giving me the look. That look that you give to your 78 year old neighbor when you want cuddles. That look you give to your mother as she bends over to clean the cats litter box after she yelled at you for shitting in it . The "i'm not sure if i love you, but i know i should." My dads alcoholism was a perfect excuse. I expected shouting, crying or even fighting when i said i refused to go in the car with his drunk self, i said i will ride in Bertholemules 2001 Honda civic, but he calmly agreed, saying he was off to beat my sister and her mother. Father left as daddy locked the door behind him. Finally, some alone time. He offered to give me a tour of the establishment. Every 30 seconds he'd stop to scratch his penis or pull out his moose knuckle. It was a sign. We arrived at the ice cream machine. He served me a mc flurry, and i took it as a kind, romantic gesture. We sat on the counter as he pulled out his phone and brought up garage band, played guitar on it, and in the hottest, raspiest "Mexican bum with lung cancer" accent sang to me his favorite song
"Como quisiera, poder vivir sin aire
Como quiziera, poder vivir sin ti"
I shed a tear, a beautiful voice indeed. Then he sang gasolina to me
"Me encanta la gasolina
Dame mas gasolina"
Hes giving hints, its a sign that he wants my cum, as the song says.
I grabbed him from the testis and pinned him onto the ice cream machine
His big spongy lips covered every inch of my mouth. His tongue washed my face like a big sea cucumber, it was hot. His apple pie breath fogged up my contacts and i couldnt breathe, i was too into it i didnt wanna breathe. I slipped off his shirt and he slipped off mine. I took off his boxers and he slipped off mine. I grabbed his dick... and he grabbed mine. Well, my pussy. He pushed me down on my knees and it was my first time. He rubbed it on my face as i licked off the cheese with my tongue. I proceeded to shove all 4 centimeters into my mouth. He moaned. He twitched every muscle in his body. Twitched so hard his fist flew right into my nose but its okay, i was proud of myself. Not only was i already in need of a nose job, i was proud that he was enjoying it. He picked me and and threw me on the counter, but i quickly got up because i knew what i had to do. Wait one sec, i said. I went to the back and did the dirtiest, hottest thing i could. I got a mcchicken and put both buns on my breast. I took a can of barbeque sauce and dumped it on my head. It covered my mustiness so it was perfect. Pickles in my ass and a suprise , once i found the salad.. I went back. I found him laying facedown on the counter, ranch on his back and grape jelly in his crack, i knew what to do. "Bone apple teth" he said as i stuck my tongue into his anal crack and licked the barbeque sauce and jelly mixture from his hole.
My turn, he said. He proceeded to shove his penis in me but noticed it came out a little green. "Eat up" i said, he shoved all 21 fingers in my pussy and pulled out each and every leaf of lettuce i put in there. He thanked me as he threw me onto the ice cream machine. We broke it, oh well. As barbeque from my hair splattered all over the way i yelled as he ejaculated into my pussy. It was fun, i will admit. We try something new everynight, one night we may use fries, the next we may use apple pies. This story was first of many dirty nights to come. You know , the fish filet is just a mcchicken, with my juices all over it. Who cares about what people think, live life, have mcfun, just know that next time you ask for ice cream and they say the machine broke. I did that.
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McDinner
ActionA typical average night in McDonalds, Maggie decided to visit Bertholemule when he , and only he, had to close that night. Also fair waring. This story is NASTY!! Its not meant to be joke its meant to disturb. So proceed at your own risk