Lana Eats ChizBurgers

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.