One of the simple, yet covert and delightfully perverse pleasures in my adult life had always been perving on McDonald’s workers. There was just something about them that had always made my cock happy and more often than not, I would find myself going two, sometimes three times a day, just to get a glimpse of them. They were always Eastern European— moderately good looking, with minimal makeup and a few bad tattoos, aged twenty to mid-thirties, hair always in a messy hairnet, tucked into a neat bun. The best thing about them however, was the fact that they were consistently thick, juicy and curvy— I’m talking big tits, big thighs and nearly always a giant, round peach of an arse. I just loved the way that their grey, dowdy uniforms were so unflattering on their tummies, tits and tush, clinging to their rolls and curves; it was so perverted, and yet turned me on more than any girlfriend I’d ever had.
Over time, I had developed a particular crush; a favourite you could say, who was the sexiest of the lot. Her name badge read Frederika; a fact that was reiterated by the very same tattoo of her name, sketched scruffily across her wrist. She was a blonde girl (bottle blonde of course), with kind green eyes, a narrow mousey face and lips that were naturally plump, looking perfect for sucking dick. She was taller than the rest of her workers, and yet still fairly short for a woman, but had the juiciest tits out of the lot, and an arse that would twerk on its own every time she navigated the narrow aisles of the restaurant. Many a time after locking eyes after her and her assets, I’d have to have a quick wank in the car park before going home, spurting over my dashboard and sometimes, accidentally over my work clothes. Over time, with me making unnecessary purchases and diminishing my bank account, I and Frederika developed a small, but still significant kinship.
“Here you go,” she said to me one evening after work when I’d popped in for a duo of Big Macs, slipping me an extra brown paper bag of food that I didn’t order. “Open it when you get home.” I grinned at her like an awkward kid, thanking her, before setting off.
After that day, we began saying hello to one another in the street and chit-chatting while I would wait for my food. All the while, I wanted her fat pussy and fatter arse on the end of my cock; sponged across my mouth, her sweaty-post work juices and smells, all for me to devour and enjoy. Yet, the opportunity had never arisen to ask her out, so I settled for having her as top-tier wank material, till further notice.
***
One evening, on the last week of Summer, I’d been on a Tinder date. Not just any Tinder date mind— an awful one. We’d agreed to go to the pub; the newly renovated one opposite the large petrol station, and not only was she late turning up, but she wouldn’t stop going on about her exes— how they were all psycho bastards, and how she dumped the last one, throwing him out in the middle of the night all because, and I quote: ‘he wouldn’t stop fucking snoring’. Regretfully, I bought her drinks all night, and when my watch finally beeped telling me it was ten o’clock, I made my excuses and gestured that I was leaving.
“Don’t you want to come back to mine, babe?” my date asked, smoking a cheap cigarette as we left the pub. “I’m sure we can go back and get… cosy, if you like? I’ve got wine. Proper stuff, like.”
I rejected her offer, saying that I had work in the morning, walking off towards the golden arches glowing in the distance, pretending that I didn’t hear her mutter fucking tosser in my direction as I said my goodbyes.
Stepping into McDonald’s, it was unusually quiet for a weekday evening, and by the time I’d ordered my food and sat down, I was only one of three people in the entire restaurant. Much to my disappointment, Frederika wasn’t behind the till, so I settled on oogling the mole-dotted tits of a much older woman (who looked weirdly a bit like a female Ronnie Corbett). Sitting there, chewing on my lukewarm food and sipping on my lacklustre, yet soothingly sweet vanilla milkshake, I felt deflated— depressed a little. I bet Frederika’s pussy tastes like a vanilla milkshake, I thought to myself, resting my head on the sticky table, exhausted after an evening with a certified nutter, my stomach full of cheap alcohol and mass-produced junk.
***
“Sir,” a voice said impatiently and sternly, echoing. “Sir. Wake up.”
Slowly, I opened my eyes. I’d fallen asleep; how long for, I had no idea. Above me, was a man— a manager, according to his badge. He must be new, I thought; I hadn’t seen him before. He didn’t look impressed, his caterpillar-like eyebrows, down-pointed beneath his grey baseball cap.
“We’re closing in twenty minutes. Eat up, mate.”
“Yeah, alright— mate.” I sneered back at him, “I’m going. I’m going.”
Fixing myself up, and chewing on a stale chip, I binned the contents of my tray, heading towards the toilets to piss, the scent of pungent, stale citrus hitting my nose before I’d even reached the final door. Opening it up, I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was Frederika. Standing there beside a yellow bucket, handling a mop, she smiled at me, her green eyes lighting up.
“Hello, stranger,” she began, shifting the wheeled bucket towards the wall, embarrassed slightly, blushing as she dumped the broom in the broth of dirty water. “How it is going?” Her incorrect, broken English always turned me on a little.
“Good thanks,” I replied, looking around the empty bathroom. “Cleaning duty tonight?”
Frederika nodded, twirling a lock of loose hair beside her hair.
“Yeah. It super, super boring. But I am glad. If not, I would not see you. It was either, this or grill, so I say to them: cleaning. And look— here you are. I happy. I happy to see you.”
Standing there, my eyes kept on fixating on her luscious lips, glistening in the amber light of the room, heavy with gloss. She clocked and began running her tongue over them, seductively. Fuck it, I thought to myself, psyching myself up. After the night you’ve had, what have you got to lose? Taking a deep breath, I went for it.
“You know,” I began, walking towards her with a step, “there’s always something that I’ve wanted to try, that’s not quite on the menu.”
“Oh. Oh, really?” she replied, taking a step closer towards me, angling her gigantic arse on the side of the marble sink. “And what is that?”
“Your juicy arse,” I said, smiling wide, cheekily.
Closing her eyes, momentarily, she shuddered with pleasure, having a mini-orgasm there and then on the spot.
“Go and lock the door,” she asked softly, leaning back on the sink top, parting her legs.
The moment I locked it, and walked over towards her, she lunged towards me, snogging me with eager lips. Grabbing at my shirt, she shoved her tongue down my throat, as my large hands worked their way across her large bum cheeks, squeezing them generously and harshly, savouring each bit of her delicious, plump flesh. Each grab made her moan and groan, more and more until finally, she undid her trousers’ button, freeing her chubby tummy, letting me explore the inside of her grey work jeans. I bit her neck tenderly, laughing with delight, realising how slutty she was in wearing only a skimpy thong to work— a thin white strip of cotton devoured by two mountainous arse cheeks, her warm hide dotted with goosebumps.
Unbuttoning my jeans, she dropped to her knees and freeing my cock, began licking it rapidly, before leaving it in her mouth, letting it grow until it was its biggest. I could feel myself throbbing inside her sticky warm mouth, as she slobbered, coughed and spat on my cock. Handling my balls in a tight grip, she bobbed her head back and forth; a sticky, slutty hole for me to have full reign over, in the toilets of her workplace. After a minute, she removed my cock from her mouth.
“OK. You fuck my mouth first. Ass second. Yes?”
I nodded keenly, panting, unable to form a sentence with my hoarse throat.
Grabbing the back of her head, I began ramming my cock down her throat. I watched as her eyes bulged with pleasure, as she unclipped her bra, freeing her giant, ripe pears, letting them flop and hang down over her tummy. The more she bobbed her head, the harder I fucked her mouth, until finally, not being able to hold on anymore, I released a load down her throat, spraying her windpipe with a steady stream of semen. Removing my cock from her mouth, I was astounded at the fact that I was still rock hard. In fact, I was throbbing more than before. I promised more, and I needed more.
“OK— OK baby,” she panted, breathlessly, her mouth covered in cum and spit. “Now we do ass. Now we do anal. OK? You fuck my fat ass in the hole. Yes?”
Nodding, I turned her over on the sink, pulling her stained, white thong to the side. She squealed with delight as I handled her thighs, parting her cheeks to reveal her tender, sweaty arsehole— a tiny, pink rosebud, ready to be deflowered by my tender, throbbing, dark, alluring cock. Leaning in towards it, I sniffed at it, poking it with my tongue, feeling it slide in slowly as she moaned, holding onto a tap for dear life, me stretching her in preparation for my cock.
Standing back, I watched her as she spat into her hand, before using three fingers to violently probe her butthole with, before grabbing my eager cock, and guiding it into her rear. Wedged between her delicious butt cheeks, my cock was inside her, all the way down to the base. Her tiny-looking hole was deceptively hungry.
Handling the ripples of her hips, I began thrusting, harder and harder as she bit her hand, trying to hide her screams of pleasure. In the mirror, I could see her mascara running down her face, her eyes watering with streams of orgasmic delight as she rubbed her pussy with her free hand, all of my body weight ramming into her with frenzied strokes.
“Yes, baby! I so close— harder. Deeper. Like that babe. Don’t stop— don’t stop— don’t stop. Don’t stop! Oh, Fuckkkk!” Rubbing at her fat pussy, I held her tightly as she squirted directly down to the floor tiles below. “Yes— yes, yes. Yes!”
Dousing the beige squares with a cocktail of squirt and piss, her pussy erupted, along my cock as I released another sticky load deep inside her delightful, delicious anus.
Breaking away from one another, we laughed in disbelief at how much she’d squirted, with her stooping to lick my cock one final time, sucking on the cum, spit and ass juices glistening over my member. When she’d finished, she pulled me in for a nasty, sticky, perverted kiss, our mouths a cocktail of bodily fluids.
“Now I need to clean the floor, again,” she sighed, flirtatiously, adjusting her hair in the mirror. “But it was worth it.” As she fixed her trousers, I looked at her in awe. I couldn’t believe I’d finally got to fuck Frederika.
“So… I get off in fifteen minutes,” she started. “Maybe we have some…. takeaway fun back at my place?”
I nodded to her, agreeing eagerly, having a quick piss, and sharing a quick kiss, before leaving her to get dressed and finish up work.
Back at her place (a tiny, yet cosy flat above the newsagents on Faversham Ave), we fucked until dawn, me managing to shoot five more loads inside her gorgeously chubby body, enjoying each of her sweat-drenched rolls and sore, sticky holes until we fell asleep. I woke the next day, to an empty bed. She was gone.
Rubbing my eyes and turning over, I saw a pair of her cum-drenched thong from the night before placed next to my head, a small yellow, post-it note attached to it:
From your McSlut xoxo
