Food Court

The place is relatively full; several families and groups of friends sit in the booths, and there's a long lineup as workers and shoppers get their meals to-go.

A few feet away from you, a uniformed brunette woman is mopping the floor. Her skirt is barely three inches long and her tits hang out freely beneath a bright red collar which, you're delighted to see, reads '$4 Fridays' in bold yellow letters. Completing her look is a small visor cap of the open-topped kind that you've always found somewhat silly, though it does a nice job of showing off her light brown hair, tied back into a thick ponytail which reaches down around her mid-back.

You also notice an Asian couple having lunch in the adjacent booth. The girl is wearing nothing but a sling bikini which squeezes into her large, pale breasts, not even managing to hide her nipples. While they eat, her arm moves back and forth under the table; you assume she's giving her boyfriend a handjob. Her short black hair is decorated with a couple of red and white highlights, although the white ones may well be streaks of semen.

You approach the employee, immediately taking her in your arms and kissing her deeply. She holds back momentarily before reciprocating, allowing your tongue to dance around her mouth. Several seconds later, you release her, giving her exposed rear end a light smack.

She giggles before putting on a professional tone. "Is there anything I can do for you, sir?" Her head cocks to the side as she leans on her mop.

"Sure thing," you reply. "Why don't you put that thing down for a moment."

"Of course," she says, leaning the mop against a nearby trash bin and getting down on her knees.

You grab her ass with one hand, flicking the skirt out of the way as you rub her soft skin. She hesitates as your fingers reach her pussy, parting her moistening lips ever so slightly.

With your free hand you unzip your fly, letting out your growing erection, which you then begin to stroke.

"Puuh...puhih..." you hear her murmuring, but you can't make out what she's saying.

"Alright, talk," you say, picking up the pace, your fingers thrusting and curling inside of her.

"Put it in, sir...please, fuck me," she gasps, before returning to her task. You quickly oblige, retracting your hand and placing your swollen head against her wet entrance. As you push inside of her, she arches her back, her breasts rubbing against the floor. Her nipples slide along the tile surface, spreading out the remaining mess as she begins to rock back and forth on your cock. "Mmm...oh, yeees," she moans, a drip of cum spilling from her lips and back onto the floor.

As you feel yourself nearing the point of no return, you hold back, not wanting to orgasm before she does. A moment later, though, you realize the ridiculousness of such a worry; she's an employee who's serving you, not your girlfriend.

At the last moment, you pull out, stepping forward and shooting your load on the floor in front of her. Some splashes upwards onto her face, joining the mess that's already dripping from her lips, cheeks, and chin. As your orgasm comes to a close you reach out to her, throwing her hat on the floor as you grab her head and guide her sticky lips over your cock. With a low grunt, you shoot one final rope of jizz into her mouth before letting it slip off of your shaft.