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 had 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 standing outside 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.”
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 hotdogs you’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 liked meat .
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? ”
“No,” the sausage king said. “Your sausage is superior.”
I mean, it was. But it was weird for the sausage king to admit that while he watched me suck Jurgen off. Focus . I needed that D. I was a woman on a mission. I played with Jurgen’s balls and my hand joined my mouth as I sucked on him. I was so horny. But honestly, I wasn’t sure if I could handle such a big dick.
I stared at the camera again as I went all the way down, his cock hitting the back of my throat. I needed to get him almost ready to cum so that I didn’t have to ride him for too long. That way I wouldn’t be stretched to oblivion. And somehow this felt less like cheating. Especially because Tanner was watching. And there was no way he wasn’t imaging it being his thick cock pressed against the back of my throat. My eyes started to water.
Good Lord, Jurgen just kept getting bigger and bigger. I needed to get this over with before he grew anymore.
I stood up and took off my dirndl. “You’re sure you want me to do this?” I wasn’t even sure who I was asking any more. Tanner or the sausage king.
The sausage king just responded with a whimper.
I looked over at him. Oh my God. Is he crying and jerking off in the corner?
He whimpered again as his hand moved. I couldn’t see his cock at all because his hand was so big.
This was the weirdest thing ever. I turned back to Jurgen and tried my best to ignore whatever the hell the sausage king was doing. I needed a second, because him crying was really zapping all my horniness away .
I got back on my knees and started touching myself to make sure I was wet enough. I stared into the camera. I wish it was your tongue between my thighs. I imagined Tanner lowering his face between my legs.
God, I was so wet. I kept staring at the camera as I slid another finger inside of myself. I wanted Tanner to enjoy the show. I hoped he was turned on and not crying like the sausage king...
I went all the way down on Jurgen’s cock again and slowly pulled back so I could stand up. But before I could, Jurgen BLASTED me in the face with his cum. Everywhere. In my eyes. On my cheek. Up my nose. I gasped and more went into my mouth.
The cum was absolutely delicious. And a little spicy. Probably a German spice cookie or something. I couldn’t open my eyes or else they’d burn with cum. All I could do was stay on my knees and enjoy my cookies.
Another shot went all over my tits. And at the exact same time, another shot hit my cheek.
Wait, what? And it suddenly tasted different. Sweeter. Is the sausage king cumming on me too?
I heard groans coming from two different men. Both sounded very close.
That little pervert came out of his corner!
I did my best to wipe the cum out of my eyes so I could see him. The sausage king had gotten a little bigger once he got hard, but the size difference of the two men up close was insane. It was like a Hummer next to a tricycle .
And damn it! They were supposed to bang me. Now this wouldn’t count. “Dude! What the hell?” I tried to wipe the cum off my face. But there was so much of it.
Jurgen grabbed a hanky off the nightstand and handed it to me. “My apologies. I seem to have lost control all over your beautiful face. May I get you a sausage to make up for it?”
Not unless he meant a dick that was actually going to fuck me toward true love.
“Yes,” the sausage king said. “Please get us sausages. Celebratory sausages.”
What the hell are we celebrating?
The sausage king got down on one knee.
What the fuck is happening?!
“Ashley Cooper, not only does my mother like you, but I like you too. You were so thoughtful to check on me even while a superior man was right in front of you. I would be a schlieberfleen to let you go.”
Schlieberfleen? I didn’t know German, but that sounded like a made-up word.
“Will you marry me?”
I just stared at him. How could he propose to me while I was kneeling and covered in another man’s cum?! I tried my best to wipe more away. And oh God, was Tanner watching all of this too? I cringed. “Dude, no. I have a boyfriend.”
“Yes, you are my girlfriend. Now you will be my fiancée.”
“Nope. Nunca.” Was that German for never? It sounded German. This was officially the weirdest night of my life. I grabbed my clothes and phone and ran into the bathroom. I quickly ended the call, accidentally smearing jizz all over my phone. Ew. And then I frantically started to clean up. I scrubbed and scrubbed my face. I didn’t want any remnants of two men’s skeet on me. It seemed like if I could rub it all away it was like it never happened at all. I wiped it off my breasts too. I think I got it all.
I pulled my dress back on and sighed. I can’t believe I didn’t have sex tonight to find true love. I quickly shook away the thought. No. It definitely wouldn’t have been true love with those freaks. Not a chance in hell. I could definitely check two people off the list of potential fits.
I started rubbing my face with a towel again even though there was no skeet showing. And then everything went black.