The Pretzel Guy

Cool summer afternoon when I walk into the pretzel store. The door was cracked open so I removed the stopper and gently pull on the door close. He appears from the back with a case of pretzels in his hands. He looks at me and say hello. I undo the buttons on my black leather trench coat and put my hands on my hips so my black lace panties with a neon pink ribbon and matching bra shows. I got my “fuck me ” heals on accompanied with my see through stockings and I been waiting for to long.
” I have been a bad girl and I really need to be punished” I grin.
He smiles and look at me with his blue eyes then sit the box down to grab a set of keys. He walks past me to go lock the door then he turn and is behind me. He leans in and whisper in my ear, “So baby girl been bad? Let daddy make it right.” He take a step back and pull my coat off of me, as he walk past me to take my hand he stop and just look at me. I do a quick spin around ,”Do you like what you see?” I say as I tilt my head to the side.
“I don’t like it , I love it” he whisper as he get closer and smack my ass. He continue forward and guide me behind the counter.

My body is jumping with excitement for I am seconds away from attacking him. He leads me to a table near the oven that is blasting with heat from making pretzels all day. He stands back as I push everything off the table then bend over it as I look back , ” I’m ready to be punished.” I say as my smile goes from ear to ear. I hear him as he steps towards me then lays my jacket next to me. I feel his long fingers trail up my ass then grab my waist to pull me close and Push into me. I can feel how hard he is so I rub my ass against his dick but with a swift move he has his hand my dark brown hair.