A Footlong with Cheese

As Mr Jackson walked away from the hot dog stand Emily glowered at Abbie. ‘What the fuck?’ she tried to shout, but quietly so the customers couldn’t hear. She started to reach down for her panties but Abbie was still holding them around her ankles and she wanted to keep up a professional front for the customers on the other side of the hatch. Abbie was holding Jack’s penis in her other hand as she smiled up at Emily from beneath the counter. ‘Relax, babe!’ she laughed. ‘We both know you like to watch.’

Emily blushed once again at the memory of being caught watching Abbie and, what was his name? Jim? In Mr Jackson’s office. She stared open mouthed at Jack’s slick tumescence. It was fucking huge, she thought.

‘A footlong with cheese.’ Emily stood up straight as the customer ordered his food. Abbie had shuffled across to her and was trying to lift one of her feet to pull her panties away.

‘Erm, footlong with cheese, coming right up sir,’ she smiled at the customer who was by now paying Jack. She tried to ignore the girl kneeling at her feet, stepping over and taking one of the hot dog rolls in a white napkin. She gasped, feeling Abbie’s fingers stroking between her legs, her warm breath tickling her pubes. Emily used two fingers to spread apart the two halves of the soft bread as Abbie kissed her right on her private place, both hands gripping Emily’s buttocks and kneading them. The front of the girl’s Wonderland cap pressed against Emily’s lower belly, and her warm lips sent a delightful tingle throughout her abdomen as they pressed against her.

Emily moaned quietly, trying to focus on the task at hand as she used a pair of tongs to pick up one of the long, thick sausages, and licked her lips as she slipped it between the soft white halves of the parted bread. She glanced over at Jack, her eyes lingering on his cock, pointing straight forward under the counter as he watched Abbie’s tongue flicking the new girl’s clit.

Emily handed the hot dog over, her mind split between feeling angry at what Abbie was doing, enjoying the exciting tingles running through her body, and imagining how Jack’s big member would feel as it slid slowly inside her.

‘Cheese?’ asked the customer.

‘What?’

‘I asked for cheese.’

‘Oh, sorry,’ Emily said as she took the hot dog back and finished it. She was breathing heavily now, and Abbie was pulling on her wrists. As the customer walked away Emily squatted down under the counter, covering her swollen pussy with one hand.

‘What the fuck do you think you are doing?’ she demanded, but she knew as the words came out she wasn’t sounding as angry as she was trying to.

Abbie grinned. ‘Oh, stop it! You love it!’

‘I was trying to make hot dogs!’

‘You don’t have to pretend with me. I saw you in the office, touching yourself. I saw you looking at Jack. You are too uptight, you could have all the dick you want! Have you seen yourself? You are smoking hot, babe!’ She stroked Emily’s cheek as she spoke.

Emily was confused. She wanted to do a good job, to please Mr Jackson. But she still felt that delicious tingle in her secret place. She couldn’t deny it felt good and she wanted more.

Jack was busy above them, serving hot dogs and taking the money on his own. Emily felt bad, she should be working! She turned her head and bopped her nose on the end of Jack’s big willy. She recoiled, touching the end of her nose with her fingers. She couldn’t draw her eyes from the huge cock bobbing right in front of her face. Abbie tenderly wrapped her fingers around the base and whispered, ‘go on, touch it. Taste it. You’ll love it.’

Without thinking, Emily’s hand had drifted from her nose and drew closer to the throbbing shaft. Was she going to do this? She wanted to feel it in her hand, she wanted to suck it and play her tongue along the shaft, feel it throbbing hotly in her mouth. But like this? Under the counter of a smelly food stall in the middle of a fairground? While she was supposed to be working? Somehow those sensible thoughts made the idea even more exciting.

One way or another, Emily needed to get a grip.