Page 100 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
He really needed to stop saying that. I awkwardly waved at the stranger. Wait, what did he say his name was? “Hello, Mr. Cock.”
The stranger laughed. “No.Koch. K-O-C-H. It means chef. Come in, come in. You should not be out driving in this weather.”
The sausage king grabbed my hand and we walked into the house. Jurgen gave us each a plate of sausages to chow down on. But the only sausage I wanted was the sausage king’s…
“You must stay the night,” Jurgen said. “The storm will pass in the morning. There is a room upstairs you may use. The first door to the left.”
A shag room! Perfect.“I’m actually feeling a little tired now. Maybe we could head upstairs?” I put my plate of sausages down. I’d go to town on these bad boys after I was properly stuffed.
“Of course,” the sausage king said.
I practically sprinted up the stairs. I opened the first door to the left. There was only one bed.This just keeps getting better and better. Time to ravish me, big boy.I turned around to face him.
The sausage king cleared his throat. “I will ask if Jurgen has a pull-out bed for me.”
Say what? No.It was time to be seduced. “Wait.” I pulled out my phone, quickly videochatted Tanner, and propped the phone up against a vase. I turned back to the sausage king. “I’m actually hungry for more sausage.”
“Because you barely touched yours downstairs. Let me go grab your plate...”
“No. Not that sausage.” I stared down at the front of his pants. Was I being sexy right now? Did the sausage king think so? Would Tanner think so? I was suddenly feeling very sweaty. And for some reason I shimmied.
“Oh. Yes, you can have more sausage.” The sausage king stepped toward me and lowered his pants.
I was expecting a big, thick sausage. But when it came into view I almost gasped. His sausage was super tiny. Like… only a couple inches long. Kinda like one of those little mini hotdogsyou’d roll up in some pastry dough as an hors d’oeuvre. It barely even counted as a sausage in my opinion. Because your girl likedmeat.
It was even smaller than Joe’s. I laughed.Oh my God, did I just laugh?I pretended to choke to cover it up. But there was no way this thing would satisfy me after staring at those well-endowed soccer players all day. Especially if the sausage king had to fold it up...
Jurgen burst into the room, fully nude.
Ah!What was up with German people being so comfortable with nudity?!
But damn…His cock was huge. Mr. Cock indeed.
“Is everyone okay?” asked Jurgen. “I thought I heard someone choking.”
“No,” the sausage king said. “My girlfriend is laughing at my tiny sausage.”
Oh no, I’ve been caught.“I’m not...”
“How about you use mine instead,” said Jurgen.
Honestly, it was kinda tempting, but.... “Excuse me, sir. I’m not going to suck your humungous cock in front of my boyfriend.” I glanced at the camera. I wondered if Tanner was watching this with his fist wrapped around his cock. Would this really turn him on? God, just thinking about Tanner’s dick made me even hornier.
The sausage king cleared his throat. “No. You should. I want my woman to be satisfied.”
Really?This was so awkward. With him watching. And with Tanner watching. But I had to fuck my way around town to free Tanner. And the sausage king was so small that I wasn’t even sure it would count.
Before I could change my mind, I walked over to Jurgen and got down on my knees. I looked over at the camera as I wrapped my lips around Jurgen’s tip, pretending it was Tanner’s. Was that what he was imagining too? My lips wrapped around him?
Jurgen was so thick that it hardly fit in my mouth. Tanner’s would be like that too. I’d seen it. I’d even felt it in my hand during his memory.
It was almost #TooMuchSausage.
I pulled back and pushed his cock up so I could lick his massive shaft from base to tip. But his cock slipped out of my hand and hit me in the face.
The sausage king said something in German.
Jurgen thrust his cock back toward my mouth. “Can you really blame her for cheating on you?”
