Fast Food Facefuck

"Really? This is what you meant by a 'date'?" Amy pouted.

Mr. Larkin pulled into the parking lot of what he claimed was his favorite fast food joint. Even from the outside it looked dingy and greasy. The parking lot was a minefield of potholes and crumpled cigarettes littered most of the ground where homeless people left them behind.

"Hey! It's all I can afford on a teacher's salary." Mr. Larkin snapped with honesty. "Besides, this date is for my enjoyment. Not yours."

"Whatever." Amy sighed.

She looked up at the restaurant's flickering sign. It rotated slowly, metal squeaking as the sign returned to it's original position.

"Freckle Bitches"

Mr. Larkin left the car and Amy reluctantly followed, stepping out of the car and accidentally dipping her high heeled foot into a placid puddle of what she hoped was water. Only it hadn't rained in almost a week…

"Ew, I knew I shouldn't have worn these shoes." She hopped around, wiggling her foot until it was reasonably dry.

"Jesus, do you ever shut up?"

Mr. Larkin held the door open for her. She openly scowled at him, but her look was replaced with a grimace when he slapped her ass and sent her buttcheeks jiggling in her dress.

She blushed hoping that nobody noticed, fortunately the restaurant seemed mostly empty. There was only one cashier and a few people running the kitchen behind her.

"Hello, and welcome to Freckle Bitches! What can I get started for you?" The cashier, a tall and busty brunette greeted them.

She was wearing the typical red polo shirt and black slacks that made up the Freckle Bitches uniform. The buttons of her shirt were completely undone, giving any customers an unfettered view of her tits pressed together in the tight clothing.

Amy thought she recognized the girl and her fears were confirmed when she read her nametag. The girl's name was Jenny and she went to the same school.

"Hey, Jenny. I'll take the usual…" Mr. Larkin said casually. He stared at her breasts the entire time.

"The #12? No mustard or ketchup. Sure." She sighed with disdain, upset that outside of school she had no way to stop Mr. Larkin from ogling her. If anything, her manager encouraged the degrading behaviour.

Keeping her hands on the register and framing her big tits, Jenny looked at Amy. They both shared a surprised look as they recognized each other, but Jenny kept the shock from her voice.

"And for you, Amy?"

Amy opened her mouth and found she couldn't speak. She was absolutely ashamed that someone from school had caught her with the teacher. If this got out…

"Cat got her tongue, I guess." Mr. Larkin interjected. "She'll have a $1 chicken gazonga sandwich. And a cup of water."

Jenny rolled her eyes at Mr. Larkin's cheapness. She looked at Amy and saw the horrid look on her face.

"Alright then." She said in her customer service voice. "Alright that'll be $8.92. I'll have that right out."

"Why don't you find us a place to sit and I'll get your drink?" Mr. Larkin suggested.

Happy for any excuse to remove herself from the situation, Amy squeaked and found a booth in the corner of the restaurant. She sat with her back to the counter so she wouldn't have to see Jenny.

"Oh god, is this the worst day of my life?" She wondered out loud.

Her question was immediately answered as three highschool seniors came in laughing and shoving each other around.

Amy recognized them instantly as members of the football team, including her crush, Troy.

Panicked, Amy did the only thing she could. She dived under the table, kneefirst into a puddle of old soda that grown cold and sticky. She knew her dress would be ruined, but it beat the alternative.

She listened to the boys make their order, and gave a silent prayer when she heard them order their food "to-go".

"What are you doing down there?" Mr. Larkin returned with their drinks and food on a large plastic tray. He set it on the table and sat down, carelessly kicking Amy in the process.

"None of your business." She grumbled.

The teacher just laughed. "Right. It's definitely not because those jocks just came in and you'd be completely humiliated if they saw you here with me?"

"Hey, you are smart." Amy hissed.

She looked like an angry animal, glaring at him, but beneath the table it was impossible to take her seriously. Not that anyone ever did.

"Well, if you're not gonna eat your sandwich, I've got something else for you…" Mr. Larkin said matter-of-factly.

Amy quickly noticed the bulge growing in his pants. Why did it seem like every guy in town was constantly packing a boner?

"No way. I'm not sucking your cock in the middle of Freckle Bitches." She whispered defiantly, though it was also a plea for mercy.

"Oh, would you rather eat with the boys?" He smiled at her. To anyone looking, it would almost appear he was talking to the table, but unlike Amy, he wasn't worried about his appearance outside of the school.

"Please. Don't make me do this." She whimpered.

Mr. Larkin looked up.

"Hey, boys! How's it going? Ready for the big game this weekend?" He shouted so everyone could hear him.

The jocks turned and waved at the teacher.

"Hey, Mr. Larkin." Troy said "Yeah, we just wrapped up practice. We've got this game in the bag."

"Go, Bobcats!" One of Troy's buddies cheered.

Amy recognized his voice as Jamie. Troy's best friend.

"Fine. You win!" Amy pouted.

She reached for Mr. Larkin's zipper and for the second time that day grabbed his cock.

"Good to hear." Mr. Larkin beamed. "Make us proud."

He winked at the submissive 18-yr old between his knees and dug into his food.

Having accrued plenty of experience in the course of a single day, Amy stuck his cock into her mouth, tasting the stale fluids from their previous encounter. Her wet tongue rolled around his shaft, wiping all the semen residue and old spit aside, while covering it in her warm saliva.

Her cheeks burned with shame as she bobbed her head under the table. She sat on her calves with her heeled toes facing inward and her dress bunched up around her thighs. It mortified her to do this in a public place, but it was even worse knowing her sweetheart was so close.

She could hear Troy and his friends chatting while they waited for their food. They talked quietly, but none of the jocks was as subtle as they would have liked.

"So that's Mr. Larkin? The guy who teaches the Special Ed class, right?" Jamie asked.

"Yeah, for all the weirdos and freaks." Duke, Troy's other best friend, replied.

He nudged Troy's shoulder. "Yo, ain't that where your girlfriend ended up? She's fucking retarded now or something, right?"

Tears welled up in Amy's eyes. Partly because she was embarrassed, but also because M. Larkin's cock was driving further down her throat.

If it wasn't bad enough sucking on her teacher's cock like it was a milkshake, she had to endure her crush's friends insulting her. She kept her steady rythym, edging her superior to climax.

"Hey!" Troy snapped.

His friends froze and so did Amy, waiting to hear if he would defend her.

"She's not my girlfriend." He finished.

His friends laughed and Amy felt her heart breaking. Then she felt Mr. Larkin put one of his hands on the back of her head.

"I didn't tell you to stop." He said, coldly.

"GAAAAAK!" Amy was **** to gag on his cock again as he **** her head down.

She was sensing an unfortunate pattern as her already sore neck became stiff and harder to move. Her jaw was aching as well as her knees which had been planted on the hard tiled floor for more than 5 minutes now.

The boys continued their conversation completely unaware that the girl they were laughing about was under a table only a few yards away with a teacher's cock plugging her throat.

"Yo, that's a shame though. I bet she gives great head. Cheerleaders always do."

"Oh, fuck yes, she does." Mr. Larkin muttered to himself.

Amy snorted hearing his crude response. Her nostrils flared as she struggled with the cock throbbing in her mouth and throat.

Troy shrugged. "I wouldn't fucking know-"

"I do, you fucking meathead. I do." Mr. Larkin mumbled again.

He was getting a sick pleasure, facefucking the girl, in a semi-public place and it was just that much better that he got to enjoy her mouth even before the jocks did.

"-She had to cancel our date after that concussion." Troy went on.

"Huh," Duke pondered. "Damn, I guess we'll never know if she swallows…"

"She does…she fucking swallows like a filthy whore." Mr. Larkin muttered, hunching over his seat.

His food lay forgotten as he continued dribbling Amy's head in his lap.

"She fucking swallows every last drop…"

Strangely, Amy felt like he had forgotten she was even a real person. He was simply using her mouth as a receptacle for his jizz.

Sadly, that's exactly what she was. The big-titted slut wanted nothing more than to deny these filthy claims out loud for Troy and his friends to hear, but Mr. Larkin's fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her hair into a painfully twisted bun.

With a low grunt, he spewed his ball batter down her throat.

Amy choked as her windpipe was drenched in semen. She held her throat with one hand, while holding onto the hem of Mr. Larkin's pants with the other. His load was massive and it wasn't long before she felt it coming up her throat and filling her mouth.

"Huurk! Hrrk! SNUUURRGG!"

She had tried to swallow as quickly as she could without gagging, but the stream of jizz being pumped down her throat was endless. She felt it filling her belly and even as the stream of semen tapered off, she knew there was still much to get down. Too much.

What she hadn't swallowed came exploding from her nose. At this point it was more embarrassing than painful. It wasn't even the first time that day.

Though she did find it a morbid thought that she'd be smelling nothing but semen for the next week.

Mr. Larkin released her tangled hair and leaned back in the booth, grinning like a mad man, trying to catch his breath.

Amy fell back from his cock. She pinched her nose shut, grabbing the thick ropes of cum dangling from her nostrils. She squeezed it in her palm, while she swallowed what remained of her teacher's semen in her mouth.

Once she sent his sperm down to her stomach, she opened her mouth to suck in lungfuls of air. Her sinuses were packed with cum, making it impossible to use her nose for anything other than blowing cum bubbles.

She pulled herself from beneath the table the second she heard Troy and his friends leave.

"I hab to yoob the badwoom" Amy moaned, keeping her cumfilled palm under her nose just in case she sneezed.

"Sure, whatever." Mr. Larkin was in heaven and didn't give two shits about what he'd just put Amy through. It certainly wasn't the last thing he had planned for her…

The pretty girl with the cum running from her nose, hurried to the bathroom, hoping for solace.