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No commercial reprints are authorized. -------------------------------------------------------- Career Girl - 2: Lunch Break By Misty Paycheck (mistypaycheck@yahoo.com*) *** 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: mistypaycheck@yahoo.com* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 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. 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