Mcribbed

For Pickle - thanks for being the best inspiration and vagina consultant this pervert could ask for.

Part 1

"I thought this was supposed to be fast food."

Beth had stood in line for about 20 minutes waiting for her McDonald's order. She'd drawn the short straw this week and was sent out like a skivvy to pick up the team's fatty Friday lunch as JustEat was down. Typical. And her lunch hour was running out - she couldn't afford to get in trouble again.

Some sweaty, acne faced teen was slowly putting together the order. Beth could tell it was hers due to the 3 McRibs she ordered. She was gutted the Philly Stack was no longer on the menu, but thank goodness for the McRib.

"Order 97. Order 97. Hello?? Order 97!" a stroppy voice called. Beth, shaken out of her funk, squeezed past the other customers to collect her order. A huge brown bag and 4 drinks.

"Thanks," she mumbled, thinking that she'd be fine if she double-timed it out of there. Beth grabbed the order and quickly turned around to leave.

SPLOOOOSH

She walked straight into someone, sending milkshake and coke everywhere. Moans and whoops came from the crowd. Mortified, Beth looked up at who she walked into, and felt her loins tighten as she saw a cute face looking back, chocolate milkshake dripping off his nose.

"I'm so sorry! You're covered!" She looked down at the man's buttoned shirt, sopping wet, clinging to his chest and she couldn't help but spy a nipple - erect with cold. She bit her lip.

"That's ok" the man said "you look harassed enough already and I wouldn't want to make it worse. Let's get this cleared up. What's your name?"

"Beth," she said breathlessly "what's yours?"

"Godfrey"

Beth barely hid a wince. Well, that's a shit name she thought, at least he's hot.

He smiled tellingly, used to the bemused look when he told people his name.

"I'm going to have to get out of these wet clothes" he said with a sly, cheeky grin.

All the lights went out in the restaurant apart from the ordering kiosks. Everyone had vanished apart from Beth and Godfrey. He stripped off, biceps tightening as he took off his shirt. She looked down at his throbbing member. Was that milkshake dripping off the end, or precum perhaps?

He pushed her back into a plastic bucket seat. She was somehow naked as well and he slid inside her.

Moaning gently, Goddrey whispered in her ear:

"McRibbed, for your pleasure."

What the fuck?? Beth snapped out of her fantasy. Her brain had a habit of pulling her out of reality, only to drop a huge turd of a line to to wake her up.

The crowd was looking annoyed at Beth for having zoned out, but Godfrey had a bemused longing look on his face.

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Beth returned to her desk in record time - looking harassed and sticky. And not in a good way.

The office she worked at was drab and grey, with rows of stock desks and a large ominous clock on the wall which her boss, Theresa, uses to critisise everyone's timekeeping.

13:07

Beth should have been back by 13:00. Will Theresa the Twunt make a scene? Beth hurridly handed out everyone's order, mumbling apologies and avoiding eye contact - she wasn't in the mood to explain why her hair was matted.

She turned back to her desk. Low and fucking behold - there was Theresa - arms crossed, lips pursed, looking in need of a deep dicking.

Beth wondered what Theresa's sex life was like. Real vanilla sex. Closed mouth kissing. In the dark. Wearing paisley PJs.

"And what time do you call this, Elizabeth?"

"13:07"

"Actually, it's 13:10. You obviously lack the urgency and attention to do anything properly. Do the rules not apply to you? Are you some kind of royalty? I think you should have a long, hard think about..."

Beth's eyes glazed over. She was still reeling from the incident at McDonald's. Godfrey had been super sweet whilst helping her. She wishes she had plucked up the courage to ask for his number. Or make a move...

...she was back on the McDonald's floor, mopping up the mess with Godfrey and a bunch of napkins. People milling around them not paying attention. Being a massive clutz, Beth slipped forward and instinctively reached out to break her fall. Right into Godfrey's lap.

Her hand felt his manly bulge. She tightened her grip and felt him engorge. Smiling, Beth liberated his meaty cock from its fabric prison and took him into her mouth. He tasted good.

"Stop it! People will see!"

Beth didn't care. The crowd were more focussed on collecting their orders. She pushed Godfrey onto his back - coke and chocolate milkshake all around them. Beth straddled him and guided him inside her with her hand which made her lean back in ecstasy as she felt him throbbing inside her.

She looked down at Godfrey, who was now naked apart from a McDonald's paper crown. She reached up and felt she was wearing one too.

"...isn't that right, Princess Elizabeth?"

Fuck you Theresa.

"I'm sorry Theresa" she mumbled.

Theresa stormed back to her office, enraged that no one was paying attention to the latest scolding episode.

Beth slumped into her chair. At least she had her 3 x McRibs (no gherkins!!!) to cheer herself up. She reached into the brown paper bag to get a napkin.

She gasped - there, in loopy handwriting, was Godfrey's number with a note:

"You're McGorgeous, fancy a pint?"

Beaming, Beth took a massive bite out of her McRib.

Ew, a fucking gherkin.

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"Fuck! Fuck shit bollocks!"

Beth skidded to a halt after making a desperate attempt to catch the bus. She decided to work late to appease the knob that is Theresa - even though Beth's latest project was ahead of schedule. The bus pulled away just as she got to the stop. Panting and cursing, Beth took a seat - 20 minutes to wait until the next one in a grey, drizzly British evening.

Beth pulled out her phone. For the fourth time, she checked Godfrey's note against the contact she created for him. All good. "Stop procrastinating Beth" she thought and opened up a new message in WhatsApp. She was happy with her profile pic and had a sneaky peek at Godfrey's.

No picture of him, but she recognised the Elder Scrolls logo. She smiled to herself at the thought of a fellow nerd.

"Hello Godfrey, was nice meeting you today"

Nah that's crap. She shook off her corporate work speak. Flirty Beth was the name of the game and she felt a surge of unexpected confidence at the thought of seeing him again.

"Hey there you charming gent! 🙂"

That's better - coooooool and casual.

"Thanks for your number, that was a lovely surprise. Even if it's now covered in BBQ sauce. Thanks goodness I didn't cover you in that! I would love a pint, ping me some dates please. Xxx"

She was pleased with that. Send. Things were looking up: her bus arrived early! On she got and went to sit on the top deck, which smelled of piss and shame. Beth's phone pinged as she sat down.

"Hey Beth, BBQ is my favourite so I would've been fine with that. 🤪 You free tomorrow night? There's a nice little pub then maybe I can treat you to a McDonald's. If we hit it off, I'll take you out proper next time... To Burger King."

The bus ride home was full of flirty banter and by the time Beth walked in her door, she was giddy and horny as fuck. She'd been gagging for a "ménage a moi" since first laying eyes on Godfrey.

"Hellooooo? Derek you prick? You in?"

Her brother was out. Good. She kicked off her shoes, ran up to her room, tore her leggings off and dove into bed. She was already wet.

Her mind flashed to a black and white image of him standing behind Theresa in the office, as she was telling off Beth. He pushed passed her and grabbed Beth by the back of her neck, fingers pulling at her hair, and kissed her deeply in front of everyone.

In bed, she started breathing slowly and deeply - tensing her pelvic floor on every in breath. Her right hand went in-between her thighs and she felt her dampness through her knickers.

They were in Theresa's office - no one was paying attention apart from Theresa, who stood watching them, stunned. Godfrey lifted Beth onto Theresa's desk and pulled down her leggings and knickers.

Beth's hand reached inside her knickers and slid in two fingers.

Beth felt Godfrey's mouth brush the inside of her thigh. "Not on my reports" whimpered Theresa.

Beth's pulled out her fingers, which glided with wetness upwards. She pinched her lips together, just under her clit, and started rubbing her fingers together. Beth started to moan.

His tongue was tasting her, his hand caressing her butt cheeks, pushing her bits into his face.

Beth slid two fingers inside again. She was close.

Godfrey stood up, his erection huge and ready for her. He gave Theresa the finger and kissed Beth, pushing himself inside her.

She started to circle her clit, holding her muscles tense. She really wanted to finish before her brother got home.

Godfrey stared slow, she felt every contour of his cock as he pushed in, pulled out. Getting faster and faster....

Beth's straightened her legs and changed the motion on her clit from circling to side to side. Harder. Firmer. Beth's leg twitched and shook as she started to cum - she released all her tension as she imagine Godfrey finishing at the same time as her. Waves of pleasure pulsated throughout her.

The thought of Godfrey inside her lingered as the tingling subsided. Beth smiled. She heard the front door open.

"Oi, Beth you Mong-tard, you in?"

To be continued...