After the stick shift, Sally was in a mood for a really big shaft. She walked past Sports Equipment Central and Interior Outfitters and came into Specialty Meats. It was an outlet store for a gourmet sausage factory. Hams and cold cuts were everywhere, and sausages hung in rows.
The store was empty. There was a guy in his mid-twenties behind the counter. He was wearing a red apron.
Sally picked up a huge three foot salami and walked up to the counter.
"Hey there, big boy."
"Hey there yourself," the guy said, checking her out. Sally swung out her hips and coyly hooked her finger around the hem of her blue sundress.
"I see you are all alone," Sally kept talking, slowly pulling up the front of her dress.
"It's a bit slow," the guy answered, staring at Sally's thighs as if hypnotized as the hem got higher and higher.
Sally bit her lips. "I like the big... sausages you have."
Her hem rose to the top of her thighs, higher, higher, showing more and more. The guy's jaw fell open when he saw her bare pussy come into view. Sally pulled her dress up over her navel, exposing much more of her curves than just her delicious pussy.
Still holding her dress up, Sally brought the head of the impossibly thick salami up to her wet pussy and brushed it against her pussy lips.
"Mmm," she whispered, coming closer to the counter."I really need to get this meat inside me. Do you have anywhere in the back where you could... help me?"
The guy was beginning to smirk. "I'd love to help fill you with meat. Why don't you... come this way?"
The guy open a back door and took Sally out of sight. |