Find Something Else

“That’s too bad,” Sally said and walked away, swishing her ass as she moved. She could hear the Goth girl almost moan as she walked over to the pretzel stand in the middle of the court. A tall, middle aged man stood behind the counter and he was watching her every sway as she made her way through the crowd while not less than half of a dozen hands felt her ass or pussy as she walked.

“Can I help you, miss?” he said, his cock already tenting his material.

“Maybe,” she said sweetly.

“What can I do for you then?” he asked, his tent rising as he drank in her body. She folded her arms behind her back innocently, thrusting her tits out to him and causing the bottom hem of her dress to rise slightly, almost putting her goods on display, but definitely giving him a good view of her glistening thighs.

“You can help me get some **** on the taco girl,” Sally said sweetly. The man licked his lips and arched an eyebrow curiously.

“****?” he said.

“Yeah,” Sally said sadly. “She wouldn’t let me eat her pussy right there at work,” Sally continued. She looked down at the man’s impressively swelling dick and licked her lips. “Isn’t that just sad?” Sally said, her eyes batting at the man as she consciously lifted her skirt another half inch. The man cleared his throat and nodded, apparently unable to speak.

“So uh,” he said after a few seconds of looking at Sally’s now exposed pink lips, peeking just below the her dress.

“What I want is a pretzel, but not one tied in a knot. I want it long and thick…as thick as my wrist,” Sally said, putting her arm out. She was sure her fingers still smelled like her pussy and the way the clerk responded, she smiled, knowing she was right. “I’m going to fuck myself with it. Right here in the Food Court. Think that’ll get even with her?”

“Um, yeah, I think it might,” the man said, a grin on his face. Sally looked down at his dick and saw a slowly spreading stain coming from where the tip of his dick was trying to rip out of his pants. She licked her lips and watched it bob as she did.

“I think I might need some special salt with it, too. I don’t know if my tender little fuck hole will take those big grains….I’ll need something smoother,” Sally said, leaning forward, speaking directly to the man’s crotch. She tore her gaze away to look at his eyes and said, “Think you might have something that’ll work, mister?”

The clerk was torn between looking at her ass cheeks over the top of her head, exposed from her bending over and the dress riding up and looking down her dress to her braless, perky tits with their very erect nipples. He didn’t say anything, but went straight to making a pretzel, just for Sally.

“Oh, Mister?” Sally said, as she watched him braid the bread together, noting that it was slightly thicker than her wrist, imagining how the thick braids would feel as they slid in her dripping walls. The man turned around, his cock still iron. “I don’t have any way to pay for this, so do you think maybe just the show will work? That and me sucking that beautiful dick until you sling your man yogurt all over my pretzel dildo?”

He just nodded and threw it in the fryer. Sally smiled wildly and let herself into the small kitchen. She looked around and was disappointed that no one was going to see this. By the time she was in the small area and on her knees in front of the clerk, her special order was done.

“Let me have it!” she begged.

“It’s hot,” the man said, handing it to her with tongs. She took it and cooed.

“Oh no, it’s just right…but maybe it does need a little help cooling off,” Sally said. She slid it down her body as she fished the man’s cock out of his pants. As he bounced to freedom, she rubbed the hot pretzel on her slit, her dress bunched up around her waist so he could watch. She shivered at the heat and looked down to see the pretzel glistening with her cum as she moved the thick, hard braid across her lips. “Oooh, it’s perfect,” she said right before swallowing every inch of the clerk’s impressive cock. She played with his balls as she stroked the bread across her snatch. She worked his meat sloppily and noisily, her head bobbing quickly as she used her spit-slicked hand to play with his throbbing sack and stroke his meat as it came out from between her lips. She could feel his balls tighten and she quickly slid the pretzel between her tits and aimed his cock at the bread. She started sucking her own juices off the snack as his spunk sprayed the pretzel down, strings of it running down the bread like frosting, some missing and painting her hair, chin, and tits.

Sally stood up, wiped her fingers across her cunt and put them to the clerk’s mouth.

“Thanks, Mister,” she said and skipped out of the booth, pulling the pretzel from the top of her dress as she moved. Sally grabbed a cup as she walked by the pop machine and kept moving, her pussy over-heating with the thoughts in her head. She looked and the Goth girl was looking at her, her mouth slack after she saw the cum in Sally’s hair. Sally picked a booth between the pretzel shop and the Stuffed Taco and spread her legs under the table, both clerks having a clear view of her smoldering snatch. Without a second thought, Sally looked at the Goth girl, looked at the cum-covered pretzel, and shoved almost the entire 10-inch snack in her snatch. She moaned out loud and let her head roll back as she stroked it in and out, it’s thickness almost perfect as she felt her pussy try to grip it and pull out with it on every stroke. It didn’t take long before only her finger tips were out when the pretzel was at its deepest.

Sally started twisting it as she fucked herself with it, making her moan louder as the braided bread attacked her g-spot. The rare occasions when she opened her eyes, she noticed she had attracted quite an audience. All the eyes just made her want to cum harder and faster, and her hand started moving to oblige. She could feel it mounting and new it would be a big cum. She pulled the pretzel completely out of her, droplets of her cum splattering against her thighs as she pushed the soaked bread in her mouth and started sucking her own juices from it. She could still taste jizz on it and it made her suck even harder. Her fingers were flying on her clit and she grabbed the cup as her body started to convulse.

Squirt after squirt of hot pussy juice unloaded from her shaved snatch, filling half of the cup before she finally came down. When she thought her legs would hold her, she stood up, started eating the pretzel and swirled the cup in her hand, her juices sloshing almost to the rim.

“I can’t believe you just did that,” hissed Roxy as Sally approached. “I fucking came twice from watching,” she said, looking down. Sally looked too, and she saw Roxy’s leggings were soaked down to about her knees.

“Well then here, drink up. Wouldn’t want you getting dehydrated,” Sally said quickly and put what was left of her cum-saturated pretzel in the cup as well. Roxy took it and quickly drank Sally’s honey without a second thought. Sally made a quick exit, hoping to avoid security and moved on to another part of the mall.