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Tina sighed. Of course Dayvyd wanted German chocolate cake for his birthday. And he didn't want a store-bought one, he wanted his Mom to make one. And that meant shredded coconut (and she really didn't understand what the heck coconut had to do with Germany) which she didn't keep in the house at all. No one liked it.

So here she was at the all night grocery. She'd had to drive forty-five minutes to get here, it was already after midnight, and she was not looking forward to baking until the wee hours of the morning. And as far as she could tell, there were a grand total of three other people in the store with her. One cashier, one janitor, one stocker. There was probably some manager or supervisor hiding somewhere too, but she hadn't seen them so far.

No one to answer if she tried out her 'I want to speak to a manager' haircut. She was still on the fence about that, but it was growing on her, and Dayvyd said it made her look more like a mom, and that was worth getting used to a new her in the mirror. She'd toyed with the idea of dying it black with white spots to match her white with black spots, but it hadn't really caught on. She tried to avoid doing things just to do them, if they didn't excite her.

"Hey, can I help you find anything?" The voice behind her was a nice baritone, a little on the young side. She guessed college age, and turned around to confirmation. Nice looking, too, she was kind of partial to other dogs, and those German shepherd colors were enough to get her interest going. The linebacker physique was another point in his favor. College football player with a night job for extra pocket money, then.

Spur of the moment decision, but this one delighted her, instant excitement, and the biological incentives that went with it. "Hm. I'll just bet you can. German knot-wurst? Something red and filling? Maybe with a cream finish?"

Innocent that he was, it took him until the third to stop having a confused, thoughtful expression, and segue into something that mixed interest and caution. His body, on the other hand, was not even a little bit cautious. She glanced down, at the tent starting to pitch in his trousers, then grinned up at him. "Oh look. I found some. But it's too much for me to take home. Is there anywhere in here I can sneak a free sample?"

She could see the gears turning in his head, and waited for his thoughts to catch all the way up to the conversation. Very clear, those thoughts. Flitting from 'she can't be serious' to 'this is crazy, I'm going to get fired' all the way to 'fuck it, what's the worst that happens?'

The decision that happened on his face was followed instantly by a grin. "Sure, I think we can find you a free sample, ma'am. Why don't you just step right this way." He started to move toward the bakery counter, and the half-hidden section where all the ovens and racks were. Not fast enough for her, so she stepped up next to him, ahead of him, and slipped her hand down his belly, right into the waistband of his trousers. Yep, something nice and thick to get a grip on down there.

He let out a huff of breath, and stepped faster to match her hurry, and a few seconds later they slid around the corner, out of sight. Tina giggled, and gave her handle a little squeeze. Without letting go, she managed to drop her purse on the counter, and slide her other hand over his zipper. No belt, thankfully. Quick and easy to get her prize out. And a prize, indeed. "Oh goody. I found me a big stud." The dalmatian grinned and sank down on her knees.

There sure wasn't time to do anything too crazy, it wouldn't be a good idea to tie with him. Probably get him fired, certainly keep her from getting home in time to bake a cake. But she could get a belly full of him, and that would sate the desire. For now, anyway.

He wasn't going to argue, it seemed, and she was happily giving her new toy a lot of preparatory licks when someone started calling out.

"Devon? Hey, where the heck are you?"

"Shit, it's my boss." Not enough to even put a damper on the erection, still throbbing and twitching against her nose, but two handfuls of hair at least bought him a little bit of breathing room to hold her back with. "What do you need, Mark? Bakery left a sticky mess back here and I'm gonna be scrubbing for twenty minutes or so. Can it wait?"

Tina tugged his pants down lower, off his hips, far enough for her to get a good little cup of palm around his balls while she ignored the conversation with his boss. Something about a pallet of wine coolers. When the other voice ceased, and Devon relaxed, he let go of her hair enough for her to go back to enjoying him. Still a hand tangled in it, but not pushing or pulling at the moment, letting her do as she liked.

Which, as he found out, was putting her nose against his pelvis, cupping two fingers in under his tail to pull and rub and play back there, and see if she could make him pop without even getting to thrust. She couldn't, it never worked that way, but it generally got the point across. Sit back, buster, let me drive, and you'll enjoy the result.

One hand in the soft fur of his belly, the other cupping his balls as she worked her head, bobbing on his cock as he panted in delight. It was a hurried thing, there wasn't a lot of time he could hide back here. And it wasn't like this was a prelude to something else, there was just no way that 'something more' was going to happen. He had work to do, she had a cake to bake, and there was no way she was taking him home, too. Tempting as that might be.

She kept going, bobbing and licking and suckling as he bucked his hips and whined softly under his breath. He was eager, and she really enjoyed the eager ones. It was just too bad she wouldn't get to keep him for a weekend. Maybe she'd come back, and see... no, that wouldn't work out. It was best to just enjoy what she could get from him now.

It was going to be a lot, she was sure. A talent she wasn't sure she was proud of, but she'd rarely been wrong in estimating a plaything's potential, uh... volume. And this guy, what was his name? Devon? Devon, he felt like a 'haven't really got any in several weeks' kind of guy.

She was right, although the actual moment of eruption caught her off guard, and a moment of surprise was followed by panicked swallowing as he made good on her estimation. Keeping quiet wasn't easy for him, gritted teeth and stifled moans as she kept sucking him dry, drinking every drop because explaining the mess on the floor, or a mess on her face, was not going to make things any easier for either of them.

Once he'd finished, she pulled off, made a show of licking her chops, then the tips of her fingers, not breaking eye contact until she was done, and had tucked his tool back inside his briefs for him.

"Well thank you for the nice creamy finish," she murmured as she stood up and dusted off her knees. "Now, where can I find some shredded coconut?"