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.

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.