The job market where I’ve been living the last while has been pretty tough. I was laid off from a lucrative construction company, and had to take a job as a supervisor at a fast food place to make rent. The pay is absolute dogshit, but there are some perks.
My friend who owns the place and got me the job is deeply involved in the kink community, and tends to hire people to work his franchise from that sphere. As you can imagine, my coworkers are young, insatiably horny and always looking to turn the workplace into their own playground. When I first started, I significantly underestimated how horny the kids working under me were. But I got up to speed fast.
I was standing on the dining room side of the service counter, replying to emails on my phone, when Kayla slid up beside me and grabbed my crotch in one hand and my ass in the other, wrapping her tits around my rib cage. “I want to play again, daddy” she cooed up at me from under my arm, batting her eyes several times.
“Are you wearing that vibe again?” I asked, letting her continue to massage my cock. She nodded furiously, “And, no panties!” She exclaimed, “I’ve been creaming the inside of my thighs all night thinking about the naughty things we could do.” The last couple hours had been very slow, and I had been watching her earlier, leaning against the drivethrough window, legs crossed and rubbing her thighs together. Now, she had wiped the inside of a leg against my pants and left a smear of her cunt juice on them.
I glared at her as she soiled my pants, “You’re an encourageable fuck toy.”
“That’s true!” She laughed, “but I am an OBSERVANT fuck toy as well. I know we owe Casey a conclusion for her little obedience story thread. I figure it would be fun to give her options, maybe a behaviour and misbehaviour ending.”
“I really want to ask you some questions about what the fuck is going on here, actually.”
“Sure” she said flipping her hair to one side, “as long as we get to play afterwards.” Her constant enthusiasm was almost irritating, but she was so easy going it was hard to get mad at her.
“Ok, what is the incentive for you to put on a show at work for a bunch of perverts online?”
“Well” she replied, letting her thoughtful gaze wander around the room, “mostly because it pays better than my OnlyFans account, and isn’t as dangerous as hooking. Sometimes the perverts are actually invited in here if they pay enough money, but it’s very easy to control the situation and the narrative here.”
“Is the focus of this place actually fast food, or is the whole purpose making voyeur porn?”
“Does it matter?” She asked back, “multiple revenue streams are always better than one, right? And having hot coworkers who also like to fuck is just a bonus as far as I’m concerned. This logistics talk is boring for me though, let’s get our short finished so we can start working on the next one! Now, you’re going to use that wooden spoon there to punish me for my indolence by smacking both of my ass cheeks raw, and then afterwards we’ll switch endings and I’ll give you the best blowjob of your life. Deal?”
Before I could respond, she was putting the spoon in my hand. “Hit me like you mean it, daddy” she whispered, before bending over the counter and flipping up her skirt. At that moment, her demeanour changed into one of pleading, and she pretended to beg. “Please, I promise I’ll behave better, you don’t need to spank me yet, please!”
I wound up for the first one, and left a substantial red mark across her ass cheek. She flinched, and as her ass jiggled in aftershock I could see the glistening lips of her pussy open slightly. She was soaked, and the end of the remote vibrator was visible from inside her. She turned her head toward me and whispered “harder”. I was pretty sure the next few whacks could be heard down the block, but Kayla didn’t so much as yelp. She was definitely enjoying this.
Between attacks on her beet-red cheeks, she expertly peeled her tits out of her shirt on the edge of the counter, and flattened herself out on the cold surface. “OK daddy,” she said, “I understand and I’ll do better now.” Kayla then stood up, grabbed me by the belt and dragged me into her. She looked straight up at me and said “Now we’ll film the good girl routine. Use that vibe on me when you enjoy what I’m doing, and I’ll make sure this blow job blows your mind.”
Her expertise in retrieving my dick out of my pants astounded me. There was no break in eye contact, and the movements were as expertly rehearsed and fluid as a dance routine. She tested the waters for a moment, preparing her throat for my full length, and when she pushed the end of my cock past her tonsils my soul just about left my body. I only barely remembered the phone in my hand, and held down the remote vibrate button. Somehow, she managed the aheago face again with my dick burried in her mouth, licking my balls with her extended tongue. The experience was surreal, ethereal, I felt very much that I was watching a porn from an outside vantage point, and in a way it seemed very situationally appropriate. As i felt myself approaching orgasm, I held down the vibrate button and could sense her start to convulse below me, her legs shaking and wobbling as she supported herself from her grip on my cock. I exploded down her throat, and from her squatted position she performed one of the most spectacular orgasms I have ever witnessed. Simultaneously spraying an enormous squirt that soaked her shoes and the surrounding floor while also forcefully ejecting the vibrator, it hilariously clattered across the floor.
We both took time collecting our selves, and I slowly began to realize that an audience had formed to watch the show. Both of the cooks, Brayden and Emilee, were peering out from the kitchen with smirking faces. “Well, that was hot!” exclaimed Emilee.
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