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Wait! That’s Chastity!So much for her being jealous.
“Wow,” the sausage king said. “It appears your friend and some of the girls from the beer cam are cheering up the boys quite nicely.”
“Uh yeah. I’d say so.” I pressed my legs together. If I had just let my tits flap in the wind, that could have been me right now. I swallowed hard as I watched a thick sausage slide into one of the girls’ mouths. I was pretty sure I was salivating.God, I’m so horny I’m going to explode.
“Do you think they still need that pep talk?”
I shook my head. “I think they’re fine.” I grabbed his hand. I needed him to fuck me so hard while my boyfriend watched. “Let’s go see your castle.”
Too Much Sausage - Chapter 21 – Authentic German Sausage
Tuesday – October 3, 2023
Ash
The sausage king escorted me toward a yellow Porsche with a black stripe down the side. It matched the colors of his soccer team perfectly. He opened the door for me.
Honestly, he didn’t need to try so hard to be a gentleman. I was going to let him fuck me either way. But I appreciated it. He closed the door behind me.
“It will not take long at all to get to my castle,” he said as he zipped the car backward. He pressed down on the gas and started speeding out of the parking lot.
I grabbed the door handle and held on for dear life. Did all rich people think they were invisible? Tanner drove crazy fast too. But he was a genie that couldn’t die. It was like the sausage king actually had a death wish.
But as we started zipping through the forest, my grip eased on the handle. It was actually kind of fun. Like riding a rollercoaster. I smiled and leaned back in my chair just as he slammed on the breaks.
I braced myself against the dashboard.
“Hm,” the sausage king said and stared at the sign.
“What does it say?” I asked. It was all in German.
“The road is closed for construction.” He backed up super fast and turned onto another road.
The way he was speeding was still fun. But it was taking a seriously long time to get to his castle.
“How far away is your castle?” I asked.
“Not far. It should be just up ahead.” He made another turn and the woods suddenly seemed a lot denser around us. We were in the middle of nowhere.
He made another turn and a frown marred his face. “I think I may have made a wrong turn somewhere.” He looked around at the thick woods as he kept speeding.
We were lost?Huh. Weird.This kinda reminded me of Hansel and Gretel getting lost in the woods. I shook away the thought.
And then out of nowhere, it started to downpour. The rain was coming down so fast that I could barely see out of the windshield, even though the wipers were working double time.
My stomach growled.
The sausage king glanced at me for a moment. “Are you hungry? How about we stop here and ask for directions.” He didn’t wait for a response as he turned down a narrow gravel road and drove up to a house.
The tree coverage was so thick back here that it was barely even drizzling. The biggest, beefiest man I’d ever seen was standingoutside the house drying sausage. He was wearing lederhosen just like Nigel’s. And he had a chef hat and a big blonde beard.
The sausage king cut the engine, ran around the front of the car, and opened the door for me.
The smell of cooking sausage and smoke hit my nose. The aroma reminded me of the spit roast at the Emerald Oasis. Both spit roasts. I pictured Chastity getting filled from both ends by Angel and Diablo.God, I’m still so horny.
The sausage king started talking to the chef. He seemed very friendly. But I couldn’t understand a word of what they were saying.
“Jurgen Cock,” the sausage king said. “This is my girlfriend, Ash.”
