Yes, and she's going to have a mess to clean up

You join the pregnant wife in standing off to the side of the aisle, staying out of the way of passing customers as you watch the display.

The man continues to pump furiously into the employee's legs, groping at one of her bare breasts. She bites her lip, but otherwise shows no reaction as she continues to mop the tiled floor. Since she's no longer able to move from place to place, the tiles she's standing over are starting to look truly pristine. That doesn't last long, though; with one final jerk forwards, the cock lodged between her legs begins to pulse, shooting ropes of sticky cum onto the floor in front of her.

After cleaning off his sticky head with her bright red skirt, the man tucks away his softening member, returning to his wife with a smile. She gives him back his half of the bags as they make their way to the exit.

Before the poor employee has a chance to begin cleaning up the mess, you approach her, 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...I'd rather you cleaned that mess up with your tongue. Is that okay?"

"Of course," she says, leaning the mop against a nearby trash bin and getting down on her knees. She lowers her mouth to the floor, beginning to lick delicately at the streaks of cum.

"You can do better than that," you say, crouching down behind her to get an unimpeded view up her tiny, soiled skirt. "Put a little effort into it... Get a bit sloppier." She nods, bending down lower and involving her lips as she slurps and sucks at the sticky mess. You grab her ass with one hand, flicking the skirt out of the way as you rub her soft skin.

"Is this b—ah..." she hesitates as your fingers reach her pussy, parting her moistening lips ever so slightly.

"Keep going," you command, slipping two fingers inside her tight hole. She obeys immediately, mouth returning to the floor. 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 through the sounds of her slurping up the man's cum.

"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.

Wait, your girlfriend. You just asked Mike's sister out on a date...is this cheating? Again, you nearly slap yourself for going back to your old ways of thinking. Fucking a girl with a D cup...looking down at the floor, you note this slut's are now glistening with cum. Yeah, this can't be cheating. Still, as you remember the excited look in Carol's eyes as you asked her out, you can't help but feel a little guilty.

Not guilty enough to stop, however. With all this self-reflection, you've passed the point of no return without even realizing it. Grabbing the brunette tightly by the waist, you pound her frantically as she braces herself against the sticky tiles. All the while, people around you go on with their usual business, something you're both turned on and amused by.

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.

You rise to your feet, then glance at her '$4 Fridays' collar. "Do I owe you something?"

Leaning back off the floor and gulping down your cum, she shakes her head, causing a couple of the strings hanging from her chin to drip down onto her breasts. "Oh, no, no. That's for the cheeseburger combo. It comes with the burger, fries, and a fountain drink or a coffee. Should I put in an order for you?" She smiles sweetly, pulling her skirt down as she kneels next to the puddle of semen.

"No, I'm fine, thanks. You go ahead and go back to your cleaning," you say, putting away your cock as you scan the nearby tables and the crowd around the till for Mike.

"Okay," she says cheerfully, bending back down to the floor. As you leave her, she's rubbing her mouth and hanging breasts back and forth on the tiles, ignoring the nearby mop as she slurps up the mixed pools of cum.