Cafeteria Vandal

This story is a work of fiction. None of the events and characters here are real, and exist exclusively for the purpose of arousing myself and others.

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I know what I'm doing is wrong, and I don't care, I feel like doing it so I'll do it, and no one will stop me.

5:15; I woke up early as always, put some eggs to boil for breakfast and hit a toke of the joint I've been slowly smoking since last week (weed's been geeting pricey lately) and went to brush my teeth, then I took the boiled eggs, cut them up and made a sandwich with that and some lunchmeat, then got ready to get to work.

5:40; I got on the bus to get to work, thank god its not too far from my apartment.

5:55; I arrived at the campus and made my way to the back of the cafeteria, I was expecting Beth to be there and have some coffee ready for us (best ive ever had, guess you learn a few things as you age) but I was the only one there. Guess she was sick, because she would never be late, meaning she wouldn't be coming today, so I had to opened the door and make the brew myself.

6:10; I put on my apron and started to chop up some veggies for the soup we'd serve at lunch, peeling some potatoes, chopping onions and the like, and then I remembered... hey, I'm the only one here! I could do anything I wanted and nobody would see me!

6:15; I don't know what came over me, but I felt the urge to do something naughty. Something filthy. I got the idea to spit on the soup and my dick got hard as a rock, I was about go shoot a loogie on the inside on the pot when I realized someone might be watching. I swallowed and looked around to make sure I was truly alone, I looked up and realized there were no cameras in the kitchen--thanks to our cheap principal and the fact that the state hasn't made it mandatory yet-- I quickly left the kitchen to make sure nobody was on the way here, coast clear.

I decided it was now or never, so I built up a mouthfull of saliva and spit on that pot like I was a cowboy tired of his old tobacco. I felt like extatic and full of energy, a high way better than the disgusting skunk weed I could afford-"fuck" I muttered to myself, as my dick was harder than ever. I said to myself: "I'm gonna make these stuck-up college kids eat my filth, and they won't even know it!"

6:17; I decided that spitting in the soup once wasn't enough, I checked my phone and saw I had about 15 minutes before everyone else came to work, so I would use them wisely. Every chance I got to to spit on the soup I took it! Pretty soon I got the idea to piss on it too, it hadn't even been 5 minutes since I started spitting, and about 10 mintutes before anyone came here, might as well do it lol.

6:20; I discreetly opened my fly behind my apron and looked around once more I positioned myself with my back to the door so that if someone came in they wouldn't see my dick. I checked around one last time, and let loose. As I emptied my bladder into the massive pot I said to myself "damn, I should drink more water" It was an intense yellow color and had a strong smell, not unusual for the first piss of the morning, but too much for this late in the shift, probably should drink less booze too.

The sound my piss made when it hit the surface of the cheap soup was the sound of a real man taking the place he deserves, on to of the food chain, making others eat his waste whenever and however he pleased, without them being able to do anything about it.

I was about to blow but i wasn't sure I could cum on the soup and not get caught, so I had to do something else. After a bit under a minute I was done "seasoning" the bland soup, and i had to find a way to cum on somthing these fags would eat.

6:23; I looked around and saw the big mayou bottle in the fridge, I grabbed it and quickly took it to the restroom tucked inside my apron. I got inside the stall and took the bottle out and started frantically jacking off as soon as i was able to open the cap, I had to hurry before anyone came to the kitchen. In no time I was on the verge on cumming and I could't resist anymore, I aimed for the inside of the bottle and spewed thick white strands of spunk, one after the other slowly turning tha bottle into my personal cum dump and I soon ran dry. I was too horny to count them, but I pumped at least seven shots of my manly cum inside it, I put the cap back on and shaked it thuroughly on my way to the kitchen, and put it back in the fridge, just in time before anyone came.

6:29; I was a bit winded when my other coworkers came, just a bit under a minute early. Nobody seemed to care for my winded breathing, if anything they were glad I had started the soup so they would have less work to do, so I felt relief and excitement, knowing I would try this again soon.