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It was time to make amends with Mr. Frost. I knew he wanted to put his sausage in my mouth, but hopefully stuffing some sausage in his mouth instead would be enough for me to keep my job.
Too Much Sausage - Chapter 13 – #FreeMyPenis
Monday – September 25, 2023
Ash
I hurried over to Chastity. “Our jobs are saved! Our jobs are saved!”
“I knew it.” Chastity smiled. “Dirty girl.” She lifted her hand for a high five.
“What are you talking about?”
She closed the hand she’d lifted into a fist. And then mimed sucking someone off. Very sloppily.
“Stop it!” I hissed.
She laughed. “Wait, tell me everything. What did Mr. Frost’s cum taste like? Was it cookies? Can you still taste it? Kiss me real quick so I can taste it too!”
“Get away from me!” I dodged her and tripped into my desk chair. “No. Bad Chastity.”
She frowned. “I mean, you know I love the taste of normal cum. But I also love variety. And cookie cum sounds amazing. I bet Mr. Frost’s cum tastes like frosted sugar cookies. Cause boy is frosty as hell. Oh! Or coconut macaroons. Those kinda look like frosty clumps of snow. And he has dark hair, like the chocolate that they're dipped into. Yasssss! That’s it, right?”
I just stared at her. “No.”
“What other cookies are frost-like…”
“Mr. Frost wasn’t on the roof.”
Her eyes grew round. “Then who did you just blow?”
“The sausage king was there.”
“Ah! Even better! His skeet has gotta taste like pfeffernusses.”
“Ew, what is that?”
“Traditional spiced German cookies covered in powdered sugar. Stop being basic.”
“Chastity, I didn’t…”
“Actually, that sounds like it would fit Mr. Frost. Do you think he's German at all? He might be with how much he loves sausage.”
Eh.She had a good point. “And he does kind of seem like a nazi.”
“That’s what I’m saying.”
“But no.”
“No he’s not a nazi?”
“I have no idea. I meant no I didn’t blow anyone.”
Chastity’s shoulders slumped.
“But it’s fine because I came up with a plan. I'm going to give Mr. Frost these sausages.” I lifted the delivery bag. “As the old saying goes: A man cannot scream when his mouth is full of sausage.”
“What the hell did you just say to me?”
