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Hot Dawg!
	
							By Oral Pleasure 4 U

Friday afternoon, at 5:00, Ricky shut his systems down and practically ran out of the building. He was on his way to pick up the love of his life, Shawna. She had worn a mini skirt in to work this morning – he knew that he was in for a show on the way home!

Ever since he had confessed his love for her four months into their relationship, and had asked her to move in with him, whenever she wore a short skirt to work, she treated him to a show on the way home. Today was no exception.

True to form, as Ricky entered the parking lot where Shawna worked, she was waiting for him at the entrance to her building. He pulled up to her and stopped. She threw open the passenger door, hopped in, and leaned over for her kiss.

“Hi, Love,” she said, with a smile.

“Hi, yourself, Sweetheart,” Ricky replied, smiling in return.

As Ricky pulled out, she buckled herself in and turned slightly to him – sitting so that she was half supported by the seatback and the doorjamb. She cocked her left leg up on the seat, effectively opening herself to him. She pulled the vibrator that Ricky bought her – a custom made one that was an exact replica of his own cock at attention – out of her purse and started sliding it up and down her naked and shaved slit. She was smiling at him…

* * * *

Ricky was 24, standing about 5’ 11”, and close to 190 pounds. He was in good – not great, but good – physical shape as he enjoyed working out, but he was not a fanatic about it. His hair was black, cut short. Without facial hair, he was clean-cut looking – his brown eyes looked at you with confidence, his shoulders were squared back, and they tapered nicely to a flat stomach and round ass.

Shawna was 22, fresh out of college. Not quite a fox, but damned cute. She stood about 5’ 7”, weighing in at 120 pounds. Her straight, brown hair was shoulder length, which she wore in a ponytail in public – less hassles, she had explained. Her brown eyes seemed to always smile; she had a button nose, with an upturned mouth that proved that she was a happy and well-adjusted woman.

Her breasts filled a C-cup nicely, showing a very nice Valley of Delights with or without a bra. She sported a slightly rounded tummy (with an inner!) – perfect for the low-cut jeans or skirts with the type of top that shows midriff. A beautiful, full ass, with long legs attached. No tats, and her only piercings were two in each earlobe, one with a diamond stud, and the other with small rings.

Ricky and Shawna had met at a party six months ago. Both appeared smitten with each other almost immediately – although neither realized that fact at first.

Shawna was sexually active, although she was picky – you had to earn the right to get into her lacey thongs. Her main criteria were respect and patience. As Ricky was raised by his father – his mother had died while he was young – his father taught him to respect others – especially the ladies and his elders. In this case, his father did him a huge favor!

Ricky had called her the following day, asking her to dinner that evening. She accepted. Ricky picked her up on time, dressed conservatively, and clean. She, too, was dressed conservatively. They went to an open-air café downtown for dinner, and afterwards walked the downtown parks, chitchatting and getting to know one another. Shawna was surprised to find her hand in his – she hadn’t realized that she had reached for his…

They stopped under a streetlight and turned to each other. He raised her hand to his mouth and gave her hand a kiss – at the same time he raised his other hand to the side of her face and stroked gently. She was hooked immediately, and knew it. He, too, was hooked, but didn’t know it – at that time.

They either saw each other daily, or talked for hours on the phone if schedules conflicted. He became a regular at her house – her parents seemed to like and respect him a lot. He brought her home at decent times and they were always where he said they were going to be when he took her out.

It took Ricky two weeks to get up the courage to tell and ask Shawna that he would like to make love with her – although Shawna was ready much earlier. She literally flew into his arms. He picked her up and headed to his bedroom…

Two days later, Ricky asked her if he could shave her pussy. She allowed him to do so…

“God! It feels so good – cool, even!” she exclaimed when he had finished.

“Believe me, you have a HOT pussy. And you haven’t felt anything, yet!” he replied, smiling – just before he dove right in.

“OH! God! Damn! Ricky! God! I’m gonna cum!”

She arched and screamed. Being a squirter, she thoroughly soaked his face – with him loving every minute of it…

They have been inseparatable ever since.

* * * * *

Ricky was being driven crazy – just as Shawna knew that he would be. Ever since she had started giving him these shows – she started just after she had moved in with him – he went wild when he got her in the house. 

On her first show, she had to caution him: “You are not allowed to touch – not until we are in the house. Remember – if you can! – that you are driving…” she had told him, smiling.

This time was no different, for Shawna could see the huge bulge in his pants. Ricky had to really work hard to control himself, and Shawna was doing that on purpose. So she was surprised as hell when he didn’t jump her bones when he got her home.

He put his things down on the entry table and went directly to the kitchen. She followed him – a look of concern on her face.

“Do you feel alright?” she asked him.

“Huh? Oh, sure,” he replied, nonchalantly. “I’m just a bit hungry – that’s all. Do you want one?” he asked as he pulled out a package of quarter-pound hotdogs from the refrigerator. These were the big, bun-buster type – you know: the fat ones that completely fill the bun, and then some.

Shawna’s mouth opened wide. She shook her head as she pulled out one of the kitchen chairs, turning it sideways to watch as Ricky put the hotdog in a pot, covered it with water, and turned the burner on high.

He turned and leaned back against the counter as he waited for the water to boil. Shawna took the opportunity to re-cross her legs, making sure that she did it high enough to give him a peek, and that her skirt would rise considerably up her thighs.

Ricky licked his lips, but didn’t move.

“Honey, are you sure you’re not ill?” she asked again, concern again showing on her face.

“I’m fine, my love. It’s just been a long, trying day. I skipped lunch to finish a project so that I could pick you up on time. I just need a little fortification,” he replied, smiling. He came to her and gave her a peck of reassurance as the pot came to a rapid boil.

Ricky drained the pot and placed it on an unused burner, so that the hotdog would cool a bit – but he didn’t tell Shawna that. Instead he turned to her, stepping right in front and began to remove his clothes.

She smiled.

* * * * *

Once Shawna had moved in with Ricky, they had utilized every room and every piece of furniture that would withstand their lovemaking. Shawna thought that they had made love with each other in every conceivable position and on – or at least, utilizing – all of their furniture.

She was wrong.

* * * * *

Once Ricky finished stripping, he stood before her, smiling, and with a raging hard-on. He stood her up, removed her top, and then her skirt. He picked her up and placed her on the kitchen table – on her back, with her legs dangling down.

“Oh, Ricky!” she sighed. “But, what about your hotdog?” she inquired.

“Shhhh! I have to prepare my bun,” he replied, as he dove face first into her wet pussy.

Shawna immediately forgot about that hotdog as Ricky’s very talented tongue made her body take over her mind with the sensations of pleasure.

* * * * *

Ricky’s tongue was one of the reasons Shawna was so crazy about him. It was a bit longer than normal, and thick. But Ricky also knew her exact pleasure points – he would encircle her clit, enticing it out of hiding, and then give it a gentle kiss before delving into her love tunnel. He then would return to her clit, gently suckling, until she would scream in ecstasy.

And then he’d do it again.

* * * * *

After Shawna squirted her love juice into Ricky’s mouth the second time, she lay on the table, her arms outstretched, her legs wide open and dangling. Her breasts were swaying gently, matching her breathing. Her eyes were closed.

Ricky smiled, satisfied that he had achieved the results that he wanted. He picked up the now warm hotdog and returned to the table. Standing just to the side, he inhaled one of her rock-hard nipples, twirling his tongue around the areola. Shawna placed both of her hands on the back of his head, holding him in place.  She then reached out one hand and grabbed his cock, gently stroking. He then started sliding his hotdog up and down her very wet and glistening slit.

Her eyes fluttered open, knowing that she had his hard cock in her hand. What was sliding on her pussy?

Ricky rose, smiling as he looked into her eyes. He inserted the hotdog, slowly easing it about halfway in. Withdrawing, he re-inserted. She gasped as she realized what he was doing – but she didn’t fight or attempt to close her legs.

“God, Ricky! It feels just like you! But without the velvety-smooth mushroom head I enjoy so much…”

Ricky smiled, and increased his tempo, pushing the hotdog in deeper and deeper, faster and faster. Finally, Ricky pushed the hotdog in the extra four inches – using his middle finger. He withdrew his finger, leaving the hotdog buried deep.

* * * * *

One of the reasons that Ricky was so infatuated with Shawna was her ability to control her vaginal muscles. She could make you feel like you were being fucked hard – without moving!

* * * * *

After Ricky withdrew his finger, he started his magic with his tongue. Shawna gasped – she was in heaven.

Shawna pushed the hotdog out to Ricky’s rapidly moving tongue. He pushed it back in with his middle finger. She pushed it back out, where Ricky took a small bite before pushing it back in, returning his tongue immediately to her pleasure points.

By the time the hotdog was pushed out for the final time – a piece just big enough for two – Shawna was thrashing about on the table top – she wasn’t thinking coherently, and she was now moaning quite loudly.

Ricky bit the hotdog in half, holding one-half in his lips. He rose and offered it to Shawna, who took it from his mouth, chewed, and swallowed, quite happily. “Mmmmmmmmm!” she said.

Ricky then placed his cock at the entrance to her love tunnel. She wrapped both legs around him and drew him in – quite rapidly.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes! But take me to the bed – I need more room!”

He picked her up with his hands under her shoulders – she was still impaled on his cock, with her legs wrapped tightly around him. He carried her to the bed, with her arms dangling down, her head thrown back. Each step that Ricky took brought a loud moan from her.

When he reached the bed, he laid her down gently, and then, not so gently, he withdrew and thrust into her – very hard!

She met his thrusts – moaning as he withdrew, whimpering as he thrust.

She finally arched and screamed – loud! And screamed again! This caused Ricky to cum – and cum again and again. He must’ve emptied a good pint of his boiling cum into her, he was tense so long.

When he finally collapsed on top of Shawna, she smiled at him.

“Ready for desert?” she asked.

“What’s for desert?” he responded.

“Ever have cream pie?”

“No – I’ve never cared for pie –“ He stopped suddenly as she interrupted him when she flipped him over and put her dripping pussy to his mouth.

He figured out what a cream pie was quickly as his mouth filled with the mixture of his and Shawna’s love juices.

A muffled “Mmmmmmmmmmmm!” was heard from him, and he grabbed her ass cheeks as she went down on him and cleaned his cock.

* * * * *

“God! That was so intense!” she said, as she cuddled up to Ricky. “I’ve never cum so much or so hard in my life!

“And you’re a weenie head for leading me on like that!”

Ricky smiled, pulling her tighter. “I got the impression that you liked weenies…what are you going to do the next time I offer you a hotdog?”

“Oh, that’s easy. I’m going to accept. But you had better be careful where we are when you ask if I want one…”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I just may strip right then and there!”

“I love you,” he said.

“And I love you,” she responded.

Chuckling, they fell asleep for the night, arms and legs wrapped around each other.

The time? Barely 7:00 PM.

* * * * *

So, Readers, just how do you like your hotdogs? E-mail your responses – and/or experiences. Also lemme know how you liked my story…

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