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As their name suggests, fast food restaurants mostly are known for serving
food fast. The food isn’t necessarily that good. Rarely is it that good for you.
But the service is supposed to be almost immediate.
A few nights ago, I received service at a fast food place that was anything but
fast. But the servicing I got AFTER I finally got my food… was great!
The girl who ended up choking down my chizburger was a young brunette with a
ponytail. Admittedly, it was late evening… just past 10 p.m.; and most customers
seemed to be using the drive-thru window. Certainly, there was a very slim and
cute East Indian girl with headphones on, who obviously was taking orders from
drive-thru customers, and she looked VERY busy when I walked into the
restaurant; she was running around, grabbing burgers and fries, all the while
continuing to listen to orders. In fact, I had intended to drive thru myself,
but the day had started with it snowing, but then things had warmed up, and then
gotten really cold again… so that my driver side window was frozen shut. So I
walked in. All I wanted was a cheap double cheeseburger… $1.39.
When I arrived at the counter, I saw a half filled tray of food: two medium
fries and two drinks obviously waiting for some burgers or whatever. But there
was no one serving the front counter. The girl running around with headphones on
was obviously too busy to serve the front counter too. Otherwise, there was a
girl facing away from me, chatting with two guys who were making food. I figured
she would turn around any second to serve me, so I waited… and waited… and
waited.
To be honest, the wait wasn’t all that unpleasant, because of the view. Though I
couldn’t see the girl’s face, at first, I could see her ass… and it was to die
for. She was wearing the company’s trademark blue and grey top, to go with
black, front-pocket pants and running shoes. The girl was not slim, but not at
all fat. She was one of those girls who you wouldn’t want to add 10 pounds, but
was perfect. Her ass DEFINITELY was perfect, fleshy enough to make the seat of
those black pants she was wearing enticingly tight. Every time she shifted her
weight, the material in the seat of her pants crinkled a little bit, and this
made her ass even sexier. Man! My cock grew as I watched it!
But you can only watch a girl’s ass so long when it’s late and you’re in a
hurry. I looked at my watch. I had been standing there ten minutes and she
hadn’t even turned around. Was she off duty or something? Was only the drive
thru window open? Or was the girl just too wrapped up flirting with the two guys
flipping burgers to care? Finally, one of the guys handed her two burgers, she
turned to place them on the tray on the counter, and then she slid the whole
thing over towards me. Immediately, another woman popped over to claim the tray.
“Oh!” the girl behind the counter said. I glanced at her name tag: it read
‘Lana.’ Lana apparently had thought that I was waiting for the tray. I know that
because she immediately apologized, saying: “I’m sorry. I thought you were
waiting for the tray.”
“No,” I said, acting a bit more miffed than I actually was. “I have been
standing here watching you chat with your boyfriends here for ten minutes and
haven’t even been asked what I want yet.”
This made her EXTREMELY apologetic. “Oh, I’m SO sorry,” she said. And I could
tell, from her tone, that she meant it. But the two young cooks behind her, who
I guess must have gone to the same high school she did, were laughing and
kidding her about her ‘lack of service’, so she started to laugh. And she didn’t
want to laugh, I could tell. Maybe, she thought it disrespectful; but she
couldn’t help herself. “I’m SOOO sorry,” she repeated, even more earnestly, but
still unable to stop laughing. And then, she apparently got worried that I’d
report her, because she pleaded with me not to lodge a formal complaint.
“Please. I’ll do anything to make it up to you. Free burger and fries? Free
drink? A blowjob?”
What? Had I heard her right?
Apparently, I had, because one of the cooks then said… “I’d DEFINITELY go with
the blowjob.”
“Yeah! Fuck the shit out of her mouth!” said the other.
I looked right at Lana, with my jaw down around my ankles.
“I’d love to. Really!” she said, still sounding worried.
I was just stammering. My cock was now so rock-hard, it hurt. And I know it was
pouching out the front of my pants.
“C’mere!” she said, reaching over the counter and grabbing my hand. I remained
stunned as she guided me over to where the counter ended, and then towards the
back of the store. I just followed behind, dutifully, my eyes again riveted on
her amazing ass. Finally, she turned towards me, and took my other hand, clearly
indicating this was where she would ‘do it’. I glanced around. We were about
half way back, in the middle aisle between the two huge grills where all the
cooking took place, just past where the two cooks still were making the various
sandwiches and fries.
“I have to be able to watch the front,” she explained, seeing my puzzled look.
“Just stay here two seconds. I’ll be right back.”
She literally was gone only a few seconds, returning with her purse. Again
standing right across from me, she quickly looked through her purse and pulled
out a little mirror and some eye-shadow, rouge and lipstick. I watched in
amazement as she calmly applied a bit more rouge and eye-shadow.
“I want to look pretty for you,” she said, sweetly.
I was really just looking at her face for the first time. She was maybe 18…
obviously still in high-school… and, though not facially gorgeous, definitely
pretty. She had hazel-coloured eyes. Her brown hair was in a ponytail; and she
had a sweet smile. Now, with the make-up, she looked very nice. Then, she
freshened up her lipstick, smacking her lips together at the end, as girls do,
to even everything out. Man! That was sexy!
‘In a few seconds, my cock is going to be inside that mouth,’ I thought to
myself, my cock now tingling.
Sure enough, after asking me politely if I minded watching out for customers at
the front counter for her – “If too many come, I’ll have to leave and come back
to you… I’m sorry,” she said – she squatted down at my feet and reached up to
undo my belt and zipper. I glanced over at the two cooks, who were watching
everything and smiling.
“Ram it all the way down her throat, man!” one of them said, pleasantly.
But Lana was too busy undoing my belt to notice. Then, once my zipper was down
and my cock out, she leaned forward to take my cock in her mouth.
Look! Lana’s having a Happy Meal!” one of the guys kidded. Lana did hear that.
She paused to look right at him, retorted with a playful “Hmmmmm!” and then
started slowly sliding her mouth up and down my rod.
Immediately, I knew she’d done this before. She was good. Some girls start out
to fast, for example, and that doesn’t feel good. She knew to start things slow,
letting saliva build up in her mouth as she went. She also knew to tilt her head
right and left as she slid forward and back, to let her tongue and lips work
different parts of the underside of my cock. She knew also to tilt her head back
a bit when she pulled back, to bring her tongue into greater contact with my
shaft. And she knew that most guys like a girl to watch them watching her
watching them as she sucks… so she kept her eyes open. And there was obvious
delight in those eyes, and a slight upward tilt of the corners of her lips to
indicate a smile. She was both pleased and proud to have my cock in her mouth.
Most girls would be a bit self conscious, giving some balding, middle-aged guy a
blowjob in front of two boys from their high-school, especially if they
constantly were kidding her, but Lana seemed not to mind. If anything, she
seemed to enjoy the extra attention. Making small talk as they cooked burgers
and fries, the two guys made all sorts of jokes and comments about Lana… like
how she did this all the time… how she routinely practised on 12-inch salami
sausages in the back… how her favourite was ass to mouth… how one old guy even
would bring his dog around for her (“she’s always picking dog fur out of her
teeth’)… and so on. I just laughed and shook my head. Poor Lana to take such
verbal abuse! But the only discomfort these comments seem to bring her was that
she had to keep herself from laughing.
A couple of times, she couldn’t help but laugh, but dutifully kept my cock in
her mouth, wrapping her lips tightly around it to keep from losing control, and
closing her eyes as she chuckled silently. A couple of times, she did scold them
a bit – like when Jeff (the shorter brown-haired boy) asked her what dog cum
tasted like - looking right at them and saying a forceful “Hmm hmmmmm!” But then
she’d laugh again, and we knew she’d just been playing.
Finally, when one of them commented… “Doesn’t she have a gorgeous ass?” I
heartily agreed.
“I wish I still could see it,” I said, earnestly.
“Hmmmm?” Lana asked me. Then she turned her eyes towards Tom, the taller blond
boy. “Hmm hmm hmmm?” she asked him.
“I’m on it!” he said. And then he scooted off and returned a minute later with a
3 by 5 foot mirror that he’d taken down off the bathroom wall. He propped it
against the grill behind Lana, and angled it, and then asked me if I could see.
“Perfect. Thanks.” I answered, appreciative that I once again was able to see
Lana’s sweet ass while she was blowing me. “You’re ass sure is gorgeous, Lana,”
I said after a moment.
“Hmm hmmm,” she answered, appreciatively.
Eventually, one of them pulled out his camera phone and started taking pictures,
which Lana dutifully posed for… going deep and then holding me in her throat
while she tilted her head and turned her eyes towards the camera.
“Smile and say Chiz!” the photographer said.
“Lana played along. “Hmmmmmm!” she said, sweetly.
We did this a few times; and the third time, I reached down with one hand to
fondle Lana’s ass. The cotton-polyester of the seat of her pants felt nice and
warm against my hand.
“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” she purred, my cock deep inside her throat.
A minute later, Jeff asked Lana if she wanted ‘condiments’ with her meal. “You
know… catsup? Mustard? Mayonnaise?”
“No mustard,” I cautioned him, not wanting a stain.
Lana just kept bobbing her head back and forth. God! Her moist, warm mouth felt
so good sliding to and fro along my shaft! But her eyes were watching Jeff as he
approached with a big squeeze tube of mayonnaise. When he was ready for her,
Lana pulled her mouth off of me for a second and opened it up wide.
“Mayonnaise, Ma’am?” he asked, squeezing it right into her mouth.
He put so much in her mouth it kind of squished out when she clamped back onto
my cock. Poor Lana was swallowing mayonnaise and sucking my cock at the same
time. It was very funny and cute.
“And what would you like to drink with that?” Jeff asked her once she had the
mayonnaise problem under control.
Her answer almost floored me. “Hmmm hmmmmm,” she said, pointing right at his
crotch.
“Coming right up.”
Sure enough, as Lana returned to her meal, I watched as the guy popped up to the
front and then returned with a huge cup, the biggest they had, pulled out his
wang, and started pissing into it. His friend followed suit. Then, when the Big
Gulp was full to the brim, they fit a plastic cover on it and poked in a straw.
“Here you go, Ma’am,” the guy said.
Lana popped off of me long enough to take a nice long sip of her piss. And then
she handed it up to me and resumed the blowjob.
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But, by now there were three meat patties waiting for her. Now that her two
friends had pulled their cocks out, they just had to have a turn inside Lana’s
mouth.
“You don’t mind, do you?” they asked me.
“Of course not,” I laughed, watching them gather around. Lana now started
alternating between us.
It was about then that the other girl, the one working the window, popped around
to ask if there were any chicken nuggets. For several seconds, Carrie saw Lana
blowing the three of us, her mouth popping from one to the next to the next, and
then asked her question.
“Right over there,” the blonde guy pointed.
“Thanks,” she answered, and then left with the food.
She returned several minutes later with her camera-phone, to get pictures of
Lana with everyone; and was nice enough to ask me if I wanted her to take
pictures with my phone.
“Sure,” I said, slipping it out of my belt holder and handing it over to her.
And this time, I really did ram my cock down Lana’s throat and held her head so
it stayed there while Carrie took about twenty pictures and Lana posed as
prettily as she could. Of course, before I let Lana up for air, I also asked
Carrie to take several pictures of Lana’s sweet ass, including some of me
reaching down to fondle it again, as well as pictures of Lana and the rest of us
from a distance, to capture the full scene. I laughed when Tom pointed out
another camera coming out… held by a male customer who’d been waiting at the
front counter and couldn’t help noticing Lana being fed.
“C’mon back!” Tom directed him. “Lana will do you next.”
The guy almost climbed over the counter to get back to us, he was so excited to
be invited to join in the fun. Lana was watching him and thought it was very
funny and very cute. “Hmm hmmm,” she said, her eyes smiling up at the three of
us who already were with her.
Shortly after that, about 10 of Lana’s male classmates showed up, and Carrie
made the decision that she could no longer keep both the drive-thru window and
the front counter open. So she closed the drive-thru, placing a sign on the
window that said… “FREE BLOWJOBS INSIDE!” Luckily, Lana had just finished
swallowing loads from Tom and Jeff, so they could return to the grill. I had
shot a load, but there was NO WAY I was going anywhere. I just stayed where I
was and Lana kept sucking me as one of whatever group of three or four
surrounded her.
Because of the ten new guys, we also moved Lana back into the main restaurant,
right up near the front window so people outside, even those driving in, could
see her and instinctively come inside. Soon, the whole place was packed. Now,
normally, only the drive-thru window is open from midnight through 7 a.m.; but,
on this night, we reversed it, keeping Carrie’s sign up and having everyone come
inside. Lana worked quickly now, but we all could see that there was no end in
sight for her. For every five she swallowed cum from, there were twenty more
who’d arrived and taken a number to be ‘served’. Luckily, among the guys who
arrived were several of their young, pretty girlfriends, most of them in tight,
sexy jeans, and many of them ended up on their knees too. By 5 a.m., we had ten
of Lana’s girlfriends on their knees, all by one of the big restaurant windows
so people outside could take their pictures and wave and have fun watching them.
But Lana had started all this, so she stayed on her knees too. By the time 7
a.m. rolled around, the place was as busy as ever. The manager came in, saw what
was happening, and then got on the phone to call up more staff to come in and
help with the crowd. We opened the drive thru window again, but the inside
restaurant… and Lana’s poor mouth… stayed packed. And Tom kept yelling out… “Ram
it all the way down her throat, man!” And, of course, guys did.
At eight o’clock, funnily enough, an old guy did show up with his dog. He tried
to leave his dog sitting outside by the front door, but the dog was too excited.
The manager told him that the dog, a huge Great Dane named ‘Horse’, was welcome
too. Soon, Horse’s front paws were being supported so he could stand up on his
hind legs and ‘ram his bone down Lana’s throat’, which he did, over and over and
over, for almost an hour. Of course, a firm, friendly hand (her manager’s)
helped to ensure that Horse spent virtually that entire hour in Lana’s throat,
and several cameras (including mine) caught every second of Lana’s fun on
camera, to make it even more fun for her.
“Hggghhh! Hggghhh! Hggghhh! Hggghhh! Hggghhh! Hggghhh! Hggghhh! Hggghhh!
Hggghhh!...” Lana kept thanking us, her playfully doleful eyes looking right
into the camera that I held, often inches away, that entire time.”
“I’m sending copies of these to your Mom and Dad and all your friends,” I told
her.
“Hggghhh! Hggghhh! Hggghhh!” she said, appreciatively.
And so it went. No matter how many cocks entered and unloaded their all inside
Lana’s mouth, the room just kept getting more and more packed with expectant
customers… every time she pulled off and swallowed, at least another 20 cocks
were waiting for her. The only rest she got those first 30 hours were a few
seconds after every fifth blowjob or so, when she’d ask for her little mirror
and make-up again, so she could “freshen up”. It was adorable seeing her taking
the extra effort to look pretty before some new stranger stuffed his wang into
her mouth, and we kidded her about it.
“You want to look pretty for this old, fat guy?” we’d say.
“Hmm hmmmm!” she’d insist, his cock already between her lips. (The old, fat guys
never seemed to mind, by the way. They knew they were, and were delighted to
still be so welcome inside Lana’s mouth.)
The big sign out front tells everyone how many billions have been served. Lana
didn’t serve billions that night, and day, and next night… as I said, there was
no end in sight for her, so she just kept going. But she certainly was well into
the hundreds by the time the second morning rolled around. Her manager told her
he’d come up with a way to slow things down… he just hadn’t had time to think of
it yet.
He still hasn’t. Lana’s been able to grab quick cat naps and change and shower,
when some other girl has taken over for her… including Carrie, that cute East
Indian girl who was working that very first night. But I keep telling guys about
how sweet Lana’s ass is, especially when she’s on her knees, and how talented
her mouth is, so guys keep begging to have her back. Her ass and mouth really
ARE amazing!
Lana thinks I’m sweet, to be so nice to her. I have done a lot for her. I’m
always grabbing guys and dragging over to her, so there’s no end to the fun
she’s having. “Hmm hmmm,” she says, to thank me.
And, by mid morning on that first morning after she’d started on me, I quickly
ran home to grab my state-of-the art digital camera. Since then, I have been
‘store photographer’, making sure I get at least 20 pretty pictures of Lana with
each and every customer she serves, including several of her sweet ass and at
least ten of her, nose-to-belly, her eyes turned towards the camera as he holds
his cock as far down her throat as it has length. Of course, I got over 500
beauties of her with ‘Horse’. Several of these pictures I had framed so that
they now are all over the walls of the restaurant for people to enjoy while
eating or waiting for their turn with Lana. And, whenever Lana takes a brief
break to rest, I run over to the main store computer and upload several hundred
of the best pictures to several ‘real girlfriend’ porn sites, so that lovely
pictures of Lana’s lovely cock-filled face and gorgeous ass are all over the
net. Then I sent ALL the pictures in zip files to Lana’s Mom, so she can enjoy
them too. Lana’s dad has even set up a website for Lana’s pictures, so all the
family and all their and Lana’s friends can take pride in them too.
And I quickly popped over to a hardware store where I picked up several ‘Dogs
Welcome’ sign to replace the ‘No Dogs Allowed’ signs that used to be at each
door. I even ran into a novelty store and, sure enough, found a ‘Hitch Your
Horses Here’ sign, which I secured to an outdoor bicycle rack. Predictably, the
old man kept bringing Horse back every day. But every day there are more and
more men and women bringing their dogs in for Lana to play with. And, on day #3,
two mounted police showed up and hitched their horses to the bike rack. Lana was
excited when I went in to grab her and pull her outside. She laughed when she
saw what was waiting for her. And then everybody laughed when some guy in the
crowd called out – “Isn’t that what your burgers are made of? – as Lana was on
her knees under one of the horses, forcing down his ‘meat’. Needless to say,
Lana now makes several trips to the hitching post every day now, as all the
mounties come round at least once daily. They say they do it “to check that
everything is under control”, but we all know better. Lana thinks it’s hilarious
how serious some of the young policemen are “controlling the crowd” as everyone
gathers around to watch her.
“Sir… step back a bit and let this older woman come in to get a few pictures on
her camera,” they say, and things like that.
This all has been going on for about a week. The restaurant is bustling 24 hours
a day now. Lots of burgers are sold; most of the time, every booth is full of
people, especially young people, enjoying their burgers, fries and shakes. But
they also get to enjoy the fun activities that take place in between the tables,
as all through the store there are girls on their knees, feasting on their
boyfriends, or their boyfriend’s buddies, or guy friends from school or work, or
guys they just met. Hundreds of girls… mostly in tight jeans, pants or shorts,
but some in short skirts… and some in business attire, like secretaries in pant
suits or nurses in uniform… come to the place every day to enjoy this new brand
of ‘fast food’. There’s always at least 5 to 10 of them on their knees having
their tonsils pulverized. But, among them, the ever-present constant is Lana.
Because guys are always specifically requesting her, Lana only ever goes home
briefly to sleep for an hour or two, shower, and wash and/or change her clothes
(always in uniform though). Other girls fill in for her while she’s gone, but
this really is Lana’s gig. So, in a couple of hours at most, she’s back and on
her knees with her mouth and throat being pounded, and everyone admiring her
sweet ass. Her manager approached me yesterday and asked me if I had ANY ideas
about how to slow this whole thing down.
“I can’t lock the doors with all these people inside. It’s against store policy
to ever actually close. And,” he added, a bit unconvincingly, “I’d like to shut
this off, at least for her for awhile, before I leave for a 10-day vacation down
south tomorrow.”
I smiled and told him not to even think about it until AFTER he’d gotten back
from his vacation. “Lana’s having fun and doing great,” I assured him.
He nodded and smiled. “Sales sure are doing well,” he said, pondering things
again. “Maybe there’s no need for me to shut this thing down.”
“I think you should just add a $1.99 ‘Blowjob from Lana’ to your menu board,” I
replied.
He laughed and heartily agreed. And, of course, I was thrilled when he asked me
to make up a nice sign for it.
“I’ll make at least dozen big ones to hang all over the store… with different
pretty pictures of Lana serving customers!” I said.
“Perfect,” he said, feeling much relieved.
I knew that Lana would be VERY pleased too.
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