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up, my back arching already in need.
    “Choose anything?” he asked in that sultry voice that got my griddle sizzling.
    “Only if your dick is on the on the menu,” I replied with confidence and control.
    He took my hint with a deep breath and a glance around the empty restaurant. In a snap crackle pop, his pants were down, my shirt was off, and we were on the table kissing. I could feel his chiseled chest, hotter than a frying pan, on top of me. He slipped his hand in my jeans, feeling his way through my gorge. My mouth broke from his only to moan with pleasure. He hummed as he performed his task, a lullaby to my sexual groans. It was then my turn to pleasure him, bending over the table where he lay. I took his beefy sausage in my mouth and sucked, licked, rubbed, and cleaned my plate. His hot syrup erupted in my mouth and I greedily licked it up - I had never tasted anything better! He lifted me back to the table on all fours and he began to pound his erect whisk into my anal region. Shortly, he switched holes as I lie in content face up on the slippery table. His lovepole was long and strong, and I rubbed my breasts in sync with his incredible thrusts.
    My climax was coming, and soon. His nethers kept coming, my legs were open like the Grand Canyon, when all of the sudden my breakfast juices exploded from my lower safety square. He lay back on me, both of our chests heaving in harmony.I gave him one more toasty kiss and dressed myself. I strutted out the store, no longer feeling hungry.

Three-Legged Larry
    Patriotic. That’s how I was feeling today. And horny of course. There’s been a lot of that feeling lately, but patriotic was a new one for me. Roman had me searching for inspiring clips from what he referred to as the classic “patriotic” movies. We were planning on theming the site for the upcoming July 4th holiday and he wanted some clips to run on the sidebar. So I spent the day watching the likes of Rocky IV, Independence Day, and American Pie. I tried to explain to him that American Pie wasn’t technically a patriotic movie, it just happened to have “American” in the name, but since when did he listen to my advice when taste or culture was concerned. That’s the domain of the little hussy he’s fucking now and she’s young enough to think of the American Pie franchise like most people think of silent films.
    Despite all of that though, I was still feeling patriotic as I walked into the Diamond Club. A simple American beer and a red-blooded American dick is all I really wanted right now. I spied my prize as soon as my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. There was single man sitting at a table by himself. He was wearing a uniform, Marines I think. He was drinking a Bud Light. Perfect, couldn’t get more American than that.
    I sauntered over and sat down next to him. Immediately I realized was he wasn’t standing at the bar like most of the patrons. He was in a wheelchair. Undaunted, I spoke first. “Hey soldier, you looked a little lonely. What’s your name?”
    “Uh, Larry, miss. Larry–“ I placed my index finger on his mouth to stop him from speaking. “No last names Larry. I plan to fuck you so hard you won’t remember it anyway.” He was obviously shocked at boldness and I liked that. It’s always good to keep them guessing. “I’m Brianna. Would it be too forward of me to ask what happened to your leg?” I couldn’t help but glance down as I said it. His left leg had been amputated just above the knee. There was also something else odd I noticed about his crotch. I couldn’t be sure, but I was thinking I might be in for quite a treat.
    “It was in Iraq,” Larry said, breaking my train of thought. I was wondering if he had noticed my mouth starting to water. It wasn’t the only part of me getting moist. “An IED went off by my caravan. I’ve only just gotten back to the states. It was rough, but I…” Larry trailed off. There was obviously something he wanted to tell me,