Oh Yeah...

As Yasmin cheerfully bounded out of sight, and Jana went to secure the largest booth, kicking out a family of four, I perused the women for a familiar face.

Meanwhile, Yasmin approached the backroom, and her Uncle Ali. Ali averted his eyes from the nude niece of his, who had insisted that she must remain in that state per orders from me. Another employee had stated the same thing, and Ali was **** to send her home with pay when she refused to wear an apron at the fryer. He was short-staffed, and making phone calls to see when or how this madness would end.

"Uncle," said Yasmin somehow demurely, "John Doe, the man with the disease, is here. He wishes to take my virginity."

He looked up, annoyed. "Then why are you here?"

"Tracy said that I should notif-"

"Screw Tracy. Customer comes first, and a customer with that disease comes before all." He got up and led his niece outside to the floor.

I had recognized my mother's new pastor, Martha Davis, with I guess Mr. Davis, enjoying a weekday snack near the soda machines. She was wearing a clean white shirt, so I decided to grab her cup, dump out its contents, and fill it with cold water. I then splashed it full-**** onto her chest, showcasing a tan-colored bra in her now see-through blouse. She was momentarily surprised, but made no move to leave. The second and third time, she accepted the water willingly.

"Those are some mighty big breasts you've got there, Pastor Martha."

"Yes, well, I heard about your dreadful disease..."

"Shut the fuck up!" I yelled as I began ripping off her shirt. Mr. Davis jumped up and helped me in this endeavor.

By the time Yasmin and her uncle arrived, I had Martha up on the table, completely nude, and Jana was doing an ungloved cavity search of her pussy.

"Why don't you shave, Reverend?"

"Paul prefers me unshaven when he eats me out," she said, blushing as another woman's fingers were exploring inside her.

"Neat." It seemed that nothing was beyond my questioning.

"Mr. Doe, I'm Ali Sayyid, the manager of this franchise, and I would like to personally offer my apologizes and the Grub 'N Gulp's full support in aiding your ejaculations. Here is the food you have requested, and my employee, Yasmin, who's virginity we humbly offer to you."

I roughly pulled the nude girl from Ali's arms and embraced her. We watched as Jana's search turned into more of a finger-fuck, as the Pastor began to breathe heavier and heavier. I inserted my own finger into Yasmin, who yelped and then gave me a sly smile.

I ordered Jana to eat out Martha as I took a nearby plastic chair, peeling my pants completely off. Jana looked unsure of what to do, but maybe Paul could give her pointers. Regardless, I guided Yasmin to sit on my lap, facing me. I enjoyed her bright teenage smile, her tan skin, and even darker areolas. She found my cock, and with equal uncertainty, guided it to her quivering entrance.

I wasted no time in grabbing her wide hips and impaling her deeply. She winced in pain, but her smile soon returned. I stayed for a moment, before she felt well enough to move up and down.

As she began her first fuck in earnest, I looked around. The families that had been here had, for the most part, disappeared. All that remained, besides employees and those engaged in the sex acts, were a couple of men pretending not to watch, and half a dozen women. Women were compelled, it seems, to make sure I ejaculated. Maybe they knew I was attracted to them, and they thought I might need to use them.

Martha plateaued before anyone else, screaming blasphemies I would not expect from a Woman of God. "Please John, flood my womb with your infidel sperm." Yasmin begged, then laughed. My guess is she was just jokingly calling me an 'infidel' seeing as her family had become Westernized fairly quickly.

I wanted to get Yasmin off, it being her first time and all, but she just couldn't get there before I exploded into her womb. I hugged her tight as I did, and ordered her to keep at it until she came. I guided her off me and watched as her hands were covered in blood and semen while she tried to masturbate to completion.

Jana and I enjoyed our meals as this disaster scene was cleaned up by almost every employee in the joint (even Yasmin cleaning up her own mess). Martha, still nude, came up to me, with her husband alongside carrying her clothing. "Do you need anything else from me, John?"

I looked at her mature body up and down. "Say 'Fuck God.'"

"Fuck God."

I smiled and waved her off. My barbecue burger stained my face, and Jana gently wiped it away with her napkin. She sat next to me as I fondled the large breasts of hers that had been denied from me earlier. "You're a real boob man, Mr. Doe," she said, her first words in over an hour. "You're just like my husband, Doug."

My smile turned into a bit of a frown at the mention of her husband. I reached into my pocket and fished out her wedding ring, twirling it around before discarding it. "How 'bout you and me go visit Doug right now? I can't wait to fuck you in your own sheets."

She had the subtlest smirk that turned into the happiest smile. "Okay."

And with that, we abandoned the Grub 'N Gulp and rushed out to her squad car where her partner waited to drive us wherever. This case, Doug & Jana Sheridan's house.