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Dan couldn't remember the last time that he had such a filling meal, much less one that was so relaxing.

If not for the fact that Toccata was sitting across from him with such an alluring smile, he might have dozed off at the table with his last bite.

"You really were hungry," she teased, seeing the fork land on the empty plate just before her ears perked to the satisfying tink of metal against fine china. "I don't think I've ever seen a man put down that much steak before."

"You've also never watched me eat a steak, to the best of my knowledge," Dan replied. "Would you like a box for yours? I'd hate to see that much food go to waste."

"Already got one on the way," she assured him. "But don't you dare go for the check when it comes. This is my treat, and I mean that in every sense of the word."

Dan knew better than to argue with Toccata when she had her mind set to something, but when he knew what the financial damage would be, he felt a little guilty letting her take the bill for the meal.

As she'd reminded him more than a few times that evening, this was her chance to show Dan how important he was to her, and knowing that she had him all to herself, she could make him the center of her attention for more than a romantic dinner.

Slipping the check from the waitress as she walked by, Toccata paid no mind to the actual amount she was putting on her card. Whatever it cost, it was worth it to show her appreciation for the man across from her, and plenty of times in the past, she'd proven just how enamored she was with the tomcat...but she rarely had a chance to do it on her own.

"Did you leave a little room for dessert?" Dan asked, watch the babysitter with a kindly smile. "Because I'm paying for that if you did; no questions asked."

"Plenty of room," she immediately confirmed, "But you've already done more than enough to earn it, and your money is no good where we're going."

"Earn it?"

Toccata winked. "The treats here are pretty good, but I'm afraid they don't have what I need for the kind of sweet tooth that I've got tonight. This is the kind of thing we'll have to take 'to go,' if you know what I mean."

The innuendo between them was so practiced that Dan had no trouble picking up the lusty intent behind Toccata's words. "To go, but still eating out?"

"Not exactly. I'm afraid that this evening is still about you, Dan...and that means that you get to sit back and relax while I take care of dessert."

She was already standing up from the table, holding the container of leftovers in her paws. As she was pushing her chair in, her tongue flickered out over her lips and gave the lucky tomcat the briefest preview of what she really had in mind for the last meal of the day, and only then did he remember what special day of the year it was.

"You've had this all planned out since the beginning, haven't you?"

She nodded as her lover stood up and pushed his chair in. Shuffling over to her, he did his best to pretend that he wasn't already fighting with his own arousal, but even for the brief moment that he stood behind her, she could feel the pressure of his cock against the soft, supple flesh of her backside.

Through the silky, thin fabric of her dress, that delicate push told her that Dan was ready to collect on her offer, but even she wasn't bold enough to drop to her knees in the restaurant.

The car was only a short walk away, however, and there was no shortage of empty parking lots nearby.

**

The suitcoat was left in the front, splayed over the driver's seat.

The tomcat himself was splayed out in the back, his legs spread wide and his body relaxed as he watched Toccata work with a level of vigor that spoke to her appreciation for him.

"Are you sure you're cozy enough?" she asked, pushing the raven tresses from her face with one paw, and easing the waistline of his pants further down with the other. "Pants loose enough, collar isn't too tight?"

"Everything's already perfect, my dear."

She cocked a brow at him, but the cheeky grin on her lips revealed that her overly thorough approach was mostly fun and games for her. "You absolutely sure? I could undo a few more buttons for you, if you like."

Knowing that Toccata had taken him out in order to celebrate him and give him a day off from watching the kids, Dan wasn't going to complain about any tactics that the Aussie Shepherd used on him. Her eyes were holding him in an icy blue trance, and under the weight of her touch, he could just feel the first drops of his precum spilling between her curious fingertips, but all of that amounted to little more than the teasing buildup to the main event.

She could drop her lips around the tip of his cock anytime, and in that way, she held him captive, leaving him to wonder what she was waiting for; in the meantime, he was just glad to enjoy the attention.

"You do whatever it is you'd like to do," Dan answered. His voice came behind an uneasy breath as he felt her own warm, steamy air pouring over the exposed tip of his member. "Even if that's...j-just breathing on me for a little while."

"We both know I won't be able to stop at breathing on it, sweetie," she replied. A small giggle broke through her grin as she watched his length twitch at the air with ever-growing need, but she only reached out to trace a single digit down the underside of the shaft, following a small bead of his precum until both were settled just above his sack.

She'd already made up her mind that if she was going to treat him, she'd be pulling out all the stops...and that meant pushing his buttons until he was begging her to take the next step.

"I guess this is the kind of dessert that you'd want to savor," Dan mentioned, and at complimenting himself, he felt the first lash of a tongue across his tip, gathering up the precum that was already bubbling over. "Or what that your plan all along?"

"Guilty," she quickly answered, but only after she had a chance to slide her wide, flat muscle back over the tip and around to the underside.

She perked her ears to the sound of his pleasured gasp, but she didn't give him a chance to catch his breath: she was too busy pushing the tip of her tongue down the underside of his girth and exploring the throbbing veins that she'd come to know so well and appreciate so much.

Amazing as they felt inside of her, she was just as happy to glide her warm, soothing muscle upon them and tickle a little more juice out of her more experienced lover, showing just how much she'd been practicing for this moment.

Dan was already struggling to find the words to properly compliment Toccata on her progress, but there was no lack of skill in her movements before. How she was able to find new ways to stroke his length with her same old tongue, he wasn't able to discern, but he was more than happy to reap the benefits of her hard work, so long as she was willing to share.

Toccata was an amazingly well-rounded lover: just as happy to be tied up in ropes as she was to hold the end of a leash, she could play as dominant or submissive as Dan wanted her to.

That night, she'd already taken on something of a submissive role, but it wasn't the idea of being less than Dan that so appealed to her about kneeling in the back of the car and bobbing her head on the first couple inches of his length.

She was just glad to show him that he was appreciated, more than words would ever be able to convey to him.

"Never thought I'd be having the best dessert of my life in the back of a car," she whispered, pulling back just enough that her lips were kissing against the messy tip of his tool with every word she offered. "But I can't think of any better way to follow up a steak dinner than this."

Dan was struggling to find any words to answer her, much less the right ones. "Long as...y-you're happy with the food, I'd be happy to c-come back here more often," he joked, trying his best to play along when he could hardly speak.

He knew he was only offering enough precum to tease the determined canine, but feeling even a hint of that clear, warm juice against her tongue was all the motivation she needed to take things to the next level.

Just as the head of his member started to feel overly sensitive from being worked too thoroughly, Toccata sealed her lips around it once more and started sinking down, taking every inch of the feline's impressive flesh across her tongue and into the roof of her maw, before the tip was rubbing against the back of her throat.

The whole experience lasted mere seconds, but she moved with such an easy gait that Dan felt eternities pass between the first kiss on his tip, and the final, ticklish warmth of her nose as it rubbed against his groin.

"Was starting to wonder if y-you'd ever finish your dessert," Dan murmured, but his every word was a battle, and his every motion was stunted with tremors of untold delight.

His teasing voice kept her ears forward and perked, and the sound of a long, struggling moan that followed brought a curl to her lips, even when they were resting against the very base of his shaft.

His happiness, after all, was her greatest motivation.

Bet I could make him cum any second, Toccata thought.He's already starting to pulse, but it's not much of a celebration if it only lasts a few minutes, is it?

She was being selfless in every step of the act, from the way that she kept his tip clear of precum to the way that she hesitated when she felt a greater throbbing against her tongue. She wanted this evening to be a proper reflection of how much she cared for Dan, and more than that, she wanted his reward to be equal to the work that he put into being such a good father and a kind, loving man.

If she could, she'd make his reward so much greater than that, but she knew she had her work cut out for her.

"You've never g-gone that deep, have you?" Dan asked, wondering if she'd ever been able to reach his sack with her tongue before. He'd seen her take a myriad of different toys into her throat with relative ease, but to actually feel that work on his own flesh was an experience that rivaled any pleasure he'd ever known before.

The stroke of her tongue against his warm, tender sack wasn't just a tiny, casual flick: she was getting full sweeps of her canine flesh against each of his orbs, as if she was fondling them upon the muscle...just surviving that moment was tough enough for Dan, but Toccata had an impressive sense of what his body would be able to accommodate before popping.

She could go just a little deeper, but her eyes were winced tight as she pressed her nose into the bottom of his stomach and reached his cock all the way to the point of her gag reflex.

She coughed...but she never gave up, keeping his member in place until she'd swallowed around the end of it several times.

Claws were digging at the cloth covers of the backseat as Dan strained against his own climax, wanting to live out that experience for as long as he could. He made a mental note to ask her to try it again sometime, but when she finally reached her own limit, Toccata eased back and gagged quietly near the tip, complete with a messy collection of hanging spittle.

The image of her lust-addled eyes staring up at him as that saliva dribbled over her paw and down her chin was burned into his mind, and he gasped to see that she was getting ready to go after him once more.

"You...y-you really are insatiable tonight, aren't you?" he asked, actually enjoying the tiny pause in the action. It was the rare chance he would get to properly appreciate Toccata with her words, though he knew she was after something more than syllables.

She wanted the desperate, pleading moans that could only be drawn from the back of his throat, and the tight, forceful grit of his teeth as he fought back against his impending climax, knowing that he would lose the day no matter how hard he tried.

"Like I keep telling you," she paused, making sure she captured his gaze first, "This day is about you , Dan. Doesn't matter how insatiable I am or not...all that matters is if you're enjoying yourself."

Even as she spoke, precum spurted off the tip and soaked into her fingertips, giving her an answer that spoke louder than his own rebuttal.

"If it wasn't obvious, I'm enjoying myself quite a bit," he assured her. "I'm not sure how many more times I'll be able to take that much sensation, though."

Toccata stroked the mingled juices back into his member and clenched her grip tight around the base of his shaft. "Does that mean I should bring our little dinner date to a close, then?"

Even that was more than Dan could take, as sensitive as his length had become. "I don't think you h-have much of a choice, my dear."

There was no better way to make her lover feel appreciated than to milk a climax out of his body, and as long as he could last, Toccata was happy to stay on her knees and service him, giving him a treatment fit for any king that had ever lived.

Dan might not have fancied himself as royalty, but he couldn't argue with the royal treatment that he was being given, due both to his lack of ability to capture a full breath, and Toccata's unwillingness to listen.

"Guess I'd better get the sweet cream and drive you home, then."

Stroking the base of his member in quick, tight jerks, she kept her digits clenched around his tender flesh and milked it until precum was shaking into the warm valley of her cleavage, but she wouldn't allow another drop to be wasted.

Capturing the tip in her mouth once more and kissing at it as affectionately as she would have his own lips, Toccata put on a display that would have left any man breathless: her stare was tainted with a glaze of lust, but her eyes never left his as she bobbed her lips into the back of her own paw, and as they met, she stroked back down, working the top half of his cock with her tongue and keeping the bottom plenty wet for a series of ferocious strokes.

Just making it that far had been a tall task for Dan, but asking him to last any longer would have been an impossible request.

"That's good, baby...t-that's...that's unreal! I can't..."

She giggled around the head his member and stole his breath completely, forcing him to trail off as he tried to contain his moans; doing something like that in public, he knew they couldn't be too careful.

He didn't know that he'd be able to keep quiet much longer as she pumped her wrist as fast as she could, keeping his body too sensitive to hold out. He couldn't even manage a warning before the burst of cum sprayed across the roof of her maw, but she was already swallowing against the tip and working her throat around as much of it as she could reach.

Unable to see it, but able to feel her grin near the middle of his shaft, Dan couldn't complain about being treated so wonderfully, and the babysitter was delighted with their evening, to boot.

"Sorry, I...I just c-couldn't say anything!" Dan apologized, but his hips were starting to buck at the end of her muzzle in the middle of those words. He could scarcely control his hips, but Toccata was an oral expert of the highest order: she could handle everything Dan dished out at her, from the plentiful flood of his seed to the unexpected inches of his shaft as he pushed past her paw.

Flattening her palm against his hip to dictate his pace just slightly, Toccata swallowed deep and made room for more of the mess, collecting it with practiced ease. From the corner of his eye, Dan caught sight of his mess moving down her throat in a small, lewd bump, but he was never able to steal his stare back from her.

Narrowed eyes of soothing ice kept him like a captive until the last twitches of his length bumped against her tongue. Knowing that she'd drained him completely, she reached her free paw to his sack and gave it a delicate fondle, wanting to ease him back into a state of relaxation and comfort after such a violent release.

Up above, the tomcat was panting quietly and trying to catch his breath. "You really didn't..._nnf..._didn't spill a drop, did you?" he asked, seeing no evidence of a mess on the seat.

There was just the faintest trickle of his seed on her lower lip; as easily as she could have collected it, she let it drip down and fall to the top of her breasts, wanting to wear a little bit of her lover's mess.

"Just one," she teased, "But I think it looks awfully nice there, don't you?"