$name1 sucks her boyfriend off in the McDonald’s drive-thru queue and swallows before they reach the window.
The queue at the drive-thru snaked around the building. Three cars ahead. Rain freckled the windscreen. $name1’s boyfriend, Mark, drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and muttered about the wait.
$name1 was twenty-four, horny from half a bottle of wine at dinner, and wearing a short skirt with nothing underneath because she’d planned this the moment he’d suggested chips on the way home. The wine had made her bold. The empty knickers drawer at home had made her filthy.
“Dare you,” she said lightly, twisting in her seat.
Mark glanced over. “Dare me what?”
She unclipped her seatbelt, leaned across the centre console, and palmed the front of his jeans. He was already half-hard from the way she’d been teasing his thigh at the restaurant. “Blow you before we get to the window. If anyone sees, that’s their problem. You’ve got maybe four minutes. Think you can last?”
“Jesus, $name1— we’re in public—”
She had his zip down before he finished the protest. His cock sprang free into her hand, thick and warm, the head already shiny. She licked a slow stripe up the underside, tasting salt and skin, then took him into her mouth in one smooth slide, cheeks hollowing as she sucked.
Mark’s hand flew to her hair. His hips jerked. “Fuck. Fuck. There’s a family in the car behind us. Kids.”
$name1 hummed around him, the vibration making him twitch against her tongue. She bobbed her head, taking him deeper, spit slicking his shaft, the wet sounds filthy in the quiet of the car. The heater hummed. Rain tapped the roof. Ahead, a car rolled forward and Mark had to ease off the brake with her mouth still stuffed full of cock, his knuckles white on the wheel.
“You’re insane,” he groaned, hips lifting helplessly into her throat. “We’re going to get banned from McDonald’s. Or arrested.”
She pulled off just long enough to grin up at him, lips shiny, chin wet. “Then you’d better come quick, baby. I want every drop before that speaker.” She swallowed him again, one hand stroking what she couldn’t fit, twisting on the upstroke the way he liked, the other sneaking between her own thighs to rub her bare, dripping cunt. The exhibitionism had her soaked — the risk of the cashier seeing, the headlights behind them painting her arched back, anyone walking past the passenger window catching a glimpse of a woman with a cock down her throat.
Mark’s breathing turned ragged. “Two cars left. Shit. $name1, I’m close— your mouth—”
She doubled down, fucking her throat onto him, gagging softly, tears pricking her eyes as she took him deep enough that her nose brushed his stomach. Her fingers worked her clit in frantic circles. She came first, moaning around his cock like a whore, thighs clamping her own hand, cunt pulsing in the dark footwell while spit ran down his balls.
That finished him. Mark cursed, gripped her hair hard, and came in thick pulses down her throat. $name1 swallowed greedily, milking him with her tongue, not spilling a drop even when he jerked and spilled more. She kept sucking gently until he whimpered from oversensitivity, then pulled off, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and sat up just as they rolled to the speaker grill.
“Welcome to McDonald’s, what can I get you?”
Mark’s voice cracked like a teenager’s. “Large fries and a Coke. Please. That’s— that’s all.”
$name1 smiled sweetly at the speaker, licked a smear of cum from the corner of her lip, and whispered so only he could hear, “Told you I’d finish before the window. Swallow every drop. Good boy for holding the brake.”
They collected the food with Mark still flushed and soft in his open jeans. The teenager at the window looked at them oddly — her smeared lipstick, his glassy eyes. $name1 winked. Mark nearly drove into the kerb pulling away.
On the dual carriageway home she hiked her skirt higher and made him watch while she fingered herself to a second orgasm, three fingers deep, tasting him on her tongue the whole time. Cum and saliva and the ghost of fries. “Next time,” she said, breathless, cunt wet around her own hand, “I want you to fuck me in a car park. Windows half down. I want someone to catch us mid-thrust. I want them to see my tits bounce while you breed me.”
Mark laughed shakily, one hand on the wheel, the other still sticky from her hair. “$name1, you’re going to get us arrested. Or on a Facebook group.”
“Then drive carefully,” she said, and leaned over to lick the last salt of him from his thigh, soft and filthy. “Because I’m not done being a slut in public. Not even close. Next week I’m sucking you off on the train.”
By the time they pulled into their driveway the chips were cold and $name1 was grinding against the gearstick like a woman possessed. Mark killed the engine, shoved his seat back, and pulled her into his lap. She sank onto his half-hard cock in the dark driveway, riding him fast and quiet while a neighbour walked their dog past the hedge. She came with her face buried in his neck, still tasting fries and cum and the filthy thrill of getting away with it, whispering that she loved him and that she was going to ruin him in every public place they could find.
