Chapter 3: Rising Action
Sarah was caught off guard as a low, gravelly voice broke through the charged atmosphere. "Well, look at this little gathering. I see you're having a bit of fun, Frankfurter."
She swung around, her heart hammering in her chest as she locked eyes with Salami. He leaned against a nearby shelf, one corner of his mouth curled up into a smirk. The raw, thick scent of meat filled her nostrils, and she couldn't help but stare at the mouthwatering curves of his casing.
Salami's eyes shone with a playful hunger, making my heart race.
Both the sexual tension between Sarah and Salami and the hunger in the air were palpable. Frankfurter looked on, a mix of excitement and apprehension in his expression. He knew he had a rival in Salami, but he wasn't quite sure how this situation would play out.
Sarah was torn; she wanted the sensation of Cheese's solid and stable body, but also the tempting, full curve of Salami's sausage form.
Her mind wandered for just a brief moment, imagining the two of them side by side, their packages rubbing against her every curve. Just the thought of it made her grip on both of them tighten even further.
Cheese and Salami seemed to be well aware of her inner turmoil and exchanged knowing glances before turning their attention back to Sarah.
"You have such a dirty mind, Miss," Cheese chuckled, his warm laughter skipping along her skin. "I'll admit it was an intriguing thought."
Sarah couldn't help but laugh, realizing that when it came to food, anything was possible.
"It seems we have a decision to make, Miss Sarah," Salami said, his voice smooth and sultry. "Which one of us will you choose?"
Before she could answer, Frankfurter stepped in, licking his lips and asserting himself.
"That's the thing about Sarah, my man. She likes to indulge in all her guilty pleasures."
I raised my eyebrows, a mix of bemusement and arousal coursing through me. "I never knew you were such a mind reader, Frankfurter."
His tongue darted out of his mouth, tracing his lips playfully before continuing. "There's no need to be shy; we all know you've been eye-fucking Salami here since the moment we stepped into the fridge.
And I get it—he's a big, juicy sausage with a reputation to match. I can't compete with that," Frankfurter conceded, stepping back and gesturing for Salami to take his place.
I couldn't help but feel a little guilty that Frankfurter seemed to be backing down so easily, especially since he'd been the one to take my virginity amongst the food products. "Frankfurter," I whispered, reaching out for his hand.
He tightened his grip around my fingers before kissing them one by one.
His tongue deliberately dragged along my lucky charm, the golden wedding ring that marked my mystery man. Salami may have stole the show earlier, but Frankfurter clearly was the one who held the upper hand, at least for now.
I let out a sigh, looking back at both of them as a pleading expression crossed my face.
"What do I do?" I asked, lost in the playful competition unfolding before me. The realization that I would be forced to choose one or the other sent a jolt of desire straight to my core.
I tightened my grip on both of them before looking back and forth between the two. "You both make a compelling case," I breathed, unable to keep the hunger out of my voice. "Just fucking take me already."
Salami took a step towards me, his eyes burning with desire. "As you wish." He unwrapped himself, revealing his impressive, meaty length. I swallowed hard as I looked at it, longing to feel him fill me up completely.
I couldn't believe what I was about to do, but I couldn't deny the intense attraction I felt for Salami, or the lustful look in his eyes.
Frankfurter and Cheese stood to the side, silently egging me on. Even though I could see the sadness in Frankfurter's eyes, I knew he wanted this for me—he wanted me to explore every corner of this strange food world.
Salami wrapped one arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him.
His other hand went to my thigh, hiking my leg up around his waist. The tip of his sausage nudged at my entrance. I gasped at the sensation as he slowly pushed himself inside me.
I was incredibly tight, unused to anything even close to Salami's girth. I winced in pain as he bottomed out inside me with one long, slow thrust.
Salami held still for a moment, allowing my body to adjust to his size. I could feel him pulsing inside me, his warmth spreading through my entire body.
My breasts were heaving, my nipples erect and sensitive from Frankfurter's earlier attention. With one free hand, I gripped his muscular bicep, feeling the firm, sinewy muscle beneath my fingers and getting lost in the sensation.
Salami began to thrust slowly at first, his eyes locked on mine as she matched the rhythm of his movements, arcing her hip to meet each thrust. I let out a sigh, overwhelmed by my physical and emotional responses to this sentient sausage.
I couldn't believe how quickly my body had adjusted to his size.
"You're so fucking tight, Sarah," Salami groaned, and the sincerity in his voice reminded me of Frankfurter.
Frankfurter looked on at our union with a mix of admiration and sadness. He wanted this for me, yet it must have stung that my first choice after him was another man — even if that man was a sausage. Cheese watched quietly, a knowing smile on his face.
"Looks like Salami's making quite the impression on you, Sarah."
I whimpered, a mix of pleasure and pain coursing through me as Salami picked up his pace, his thick length sliding smoothly within me. "Fucking yes, he is," I groaned.
I reached out to Cheese, grasping the edges of his paper packaging and pulling him closer to me. He wrapped his arms around me, pressing his generous body against mine, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss as we continued to writhe against each other.
Salami's shaft slid inside me, rubbing the sensitive walls of my vagina effectively driving me wild with every thrust. All thoughts of Frankfurter faded away as I became lost in the pure carnal pleasure of being fucked by a sentient food product.
I groaned with each ecstatic thrust, the sound echoing around the cold, dimly-lit walk-in refrigerator. I had never felt such intense gratification, and my body craved more as it responded to the rhythmic warming that radiated through it.
Salami's movement steadied, and I met his gaze, my mouth moving to match his in a fevered dance of passion.
"Oh, goddamn," I gasped, savoring the taste of his tongue as the base of his substantial shaft pounded into me.
Cheese stretched his lips into a sultry grin, clamping his teeth onto my earlobe as the sidewalk under my feet trembled and vibrated.
"Does this little display get you all hot and bothered, Frankfurter?" he taunted.
"Or should I leave you for the rest of the dessert table to sample?"
Color rushed to Sarah's cheeks at his words, heat spreading through her body as the handful of loyal dumplings and pastries rushed to her defense. Frankfurter didn't listen, though. Instead, he turned away, muttering some choice obscenities under his breath before storming out.
Salami let out a satisfied sigh, moving closer to Sarah and nuzzling his rough bristles against her cheek. "Better get your head back in the game, sweetheart.
There's a roomful of hungry food products watching and waiting," Cheese murmured, turning Sarah to face the remaining crowd of ramen bowls, croissants, and ice creams.
Her stomach clenched with anticipation as she locked eyes with the group. She saw their curiosity, their hunger, and she felt herself getting turned on by the idea of putting on a show for them.
"Ladies and gentledumplings, meet your pièce de résistance: Sarah!" Salami exclaimed, and the crowd burst into thunderous applause.
Sarah, dizzy with excitement, turned to face him as he approached her. She was bristling with hunger and desire, her body ready to receive the sentient sausage that had promised to satisfy her in ways she couldn't even imagine.
" I knew you were worth the wait, Sally," Sarah cooed, the words tumbling out of her mouth as she grabbed hold of Salami's thick, veiny rod.
It was hard and taunt, pressing against her slickened entrance. Adrenaline coursed through her veins as anticipation built, begging for release.
"Goddamn right, sweetie," Salami grunted, grabbing Sarah by the hips and lifting her onto his lap. He positioned himself beneath her, slicking himself up with the salty, warm liquid that oozed out of her eager slit.
With a forehead sneer, Frankfurter continued to watch from the sidelines, arms tightly folded across his chest.
I knew he was hurting, but I couldn't help the excitement that flowed through me seeing Salami and me together like this.
His comment earlier about sharing me with the dessert table had sent chills through my body, and I secretly hoped that it might still happen later. But for now, I was focused on my contestant—and I could already feel myself leaning toward the larger sausage.
As the applause died down, Salami smiled at the room in front of him.
His eyes shone with pride and lust as he tightened his grip on Sarah's hips, eliciting a soft gasp from her lips.
"Ready for this, Sarah?"
"Fuck yes, I am."
Salami, enjoying the thrill of his new powerful conquest, let out a low growl as he pushed her down onto his sausage.
She moaned in pleasure as he filled her. His girth spread her open, consuming her whole.
"Holy fuck," she gasped, trembling with pleasure. Every thrust brought her closer to the edge, and with each roll of her hips, she matched his movements, her inner walls gripping him as the fridge's chill melted away and was replaced by warmth. Her breasts bounced in tandem with their movements, nipples as hard as pebbles. Salami couldn't help but stare at them, watching them sway back and forth as he drilled into her. Her body begged for more, and she leaned forward, offering one to him, silently asking him to taste her.