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There was still just a bit of a sizzle in the pan as Dora flipped the steak one more time, but as she poked the middle of the flesh with her tongs, she remembered a famous line, and decided that the meat was cooked to absolute perfection.

" Just enough give," she whispered to herself, as she set the pair of steaks aside on a tray, letting them rest in their own juices for a few minutes. "Now...how shall you and I pass the time until they're ready to eat, dear?"

Looking back over her shoulder from the kitchen and seeing that Yote was seated comfortably and waiting, just as she'd requested, she had a feeling she'd catch his paws drifting down to his pants with a slow and casual gait; there were no secrets about what she had planned that evening, but on the other hand, she hadn't said the words out loud...she trusted him to pick up the pieces as she left them.

His paws did come to his torso, rubbing his stomach in anticipation of the meal that was to come, but shockingly, they went to the screen of a smartphone next, leaving his jeans intact and his zipper untouched.

"There's gotta be a fun article that you and I haven't caught up on yet," he suggested. "We've been working all day, anyway...nothing wrong with unwinding with a little screen time for once, right?"

Dora cocked a brow. She knew full well that Yote liked to take his time and go for a mental vacation after a long day of work, but she'd planned everything to go a certain way, and if they waited too long, the steaks would be cold before she had a chance to bring her ideas to fruition.

"Well, I...I guess you could just look at your phone for a bit, if you wanted. Steaks only need to sit for five or six minutes to be perfect," she mentioned. "But isn't there something else we could do in that time? Maybe something that pairs famously with that glass of scotch you're sipping?"

Offering most men a glass of whiskey and a blowjob would be enough for them get on board with the program, but Dora was still trying to be subtle in her approach, regardless of how slow Yote was on the uptake.

She went so far as to sit down across from him at their dining table, looking through the flicker of the candle lights, allowing the flames to add to the smolder of her glare...but even when her tongue slicked across the sides of her muzzle and gave an overt sample of what she had in mind, Yote looked up the moment after her tongue slipped back into her maw.

If she didn't know any better, she'd think that he was being dense about the matter on purpose, but she decided she'd give him one more benefit of the doubt, as she looked over at the clock. "Actually, they've probably sat long enough, haven't they?"

"If you say so, I'll trust you on that matter," Yote agreed with her, looking up and smiling at her as she slipped back into the kitchen. Her backside bumped his shoulder, lifting the hem of her skirt just a little bit in the process; she knew he'd seen the flash of her panties in the process, but whether he was behaving like a proper gentleman or simply missing the point, he didn't reach up for a playful spank or a pinch, much as she'd hoped for it.

Having missed that, she only had one bullet left in the gun, and she'd waited as long as she could to fire it.

"I'm flattered that you trust my judgment with the quality of the meat, but I think it might have come out just...just a little bit dry," she suggested. Even when she brought out a pair of steaks that were cooked to the definition of medium rare and still dripping with their own juices, she allowed a half-frown to follow her all the way back to her seat. "I know they say it's a crime, but I think I might need just a little sauce on mine."

Yote was utterly confused by her statement. He was thinking with his stomach, having cut off a piece of the offered steak before Dora even had a chance to sit down, but it was so buttery tender that he was going in for a second piece before he looked up to address her.

"If you really think this needs sauce..._mnf...mmrrnf..._y-you're...crazy...? Where did you go?"

Dora was still looking right at him, but Yote missed the portion of her act where she literally slipped out of her chair and sunk to her knees. Taking just enough care to watch her head and avoid bumping it on the underside of the table, she let Yote worry about his steak and scotch pairing, and focused her attention on a different pair entirely, cupping the outline of his sack with one paw and pinching the end of a zipper with the other.

"Told you my steak needed a little sauce," she murmured, her voice frustrated, and yet, laden with the slightest hint of arousal. "We don't have any in the fridge, so I guess I'll just have to settle for some of this sauce, won't I?"

The sound of the zipper coming undone was satisfying enough to Yote's ears, but more than that, it was a deafening explanation of how oblivious he'd been to what she was trying to do for him.

"...Is today a special occasion, love?"

"I was starting to think you were just messing with me, honestly," Dora admitted. "After all that time in the grocery store the other day, making jokes about meat and picking out the perfect cuts...you really forgot what day it was?"

Yote was embarrassed, but he found it difficult to hold onto anything other than bliss when Dora rested her lips against the front of his boxers, offering a heavy breath to the end of his sheath as a tease to what was coming next.

"Is it so terrible if I did?"

"Would have been your loss," she teased, looking up the front of his shirt and finally catching his eyes for a moment, letting him see the glint of lust and mischief in her irises. "Trust me, I'm more than happy to sit just across from you and make goo goo eyes at'cha while I enjoy my steak, but when I'm trying to do something nice for you...the least you could do is catch on before my food gets cold."

"If you wanna go back and eat first, y-

"Like I said, I'm trying to do something nice for you ," she reminded him. "So you just lean back, enjoy yourself, and we'll see if I can finish off my meal before you do..."

All Yote really had to do was cooperate: when he felt Dora tugging at the edge of his slacks, he adjusted his backside, allowing her to pull everything down just enough to rest her chin between his thighs and her lips against the end of his sheath.

The plentiful inches of his cock would have nowhere to go as they emerged, and with another sip of his scotch, the lucky coyote relaxed enough for the tip of his member to meet with his lover's lips. Keeping her eyes up to his face to capture his reaction as much as his flesh, she opened a little wider and welcomed the girth of his shaft into the front of her mouth, all while wearing a grin and fondling his sack.

"Got a feeling it's...g-gonna be tough to make this last longer than I will...this steak is really good," Yote claimed, wondering if he'd be able to contain his appetite well enough to outlast Dora's skillful muzzle...but all the same, he was struggling to shovel the food in his mouth when she started bobbing her head on the spot, prompting the rest of his shaft to push for the back of her throat.

His best compliment was the brutal scraaaape of his fork and knife against the plate as he almost completely lost control of his body: he knew he'd have to pause for a moment when her tongue flickered past the base of his shaft and tickled between the tender, sensitive orbs of his sack.

"Someone's...b-been practicing, haven't they?" he asked, wondering if she'd ever been able to reach so far down on his cock before.

She couldn't answer with the words he wanted to hear, but a muffled "Mmmmhmm..." was just as wonderful a response. In a way, he was honored to know that she was putting so much effort into a day that she didn't have to celebrate in the first place, and further than that, she was ignoring her own steak and her glass of wine to give the coyote an experience that some people would have killed for.

For making her as happy as he did on a daily basis, she didn't think it a chore in the least...and she was rumbling with genuine delight as her throat welcomed the tip of his member, capturing the entire tool in a warm, slick embrace.

"It's a...r-really fine pairing," Yote tried to explain, playing along with the jokes that Dora made earlier and keeping the attitude playful for her. "The smokey notes of the scotch really...f-fucking...bring out the texture of your tongue...fucking hell..."

Leaning forward and resting his arms on the table, Yote had a moment where he had to grip the handles of his utensils with all his might just to keep from blowing his load so early: for the generous evening she was giving him, the least he could do was warn her before he decided to pour ever drop of his seed into her stomach.

He knew full well that such was her intention, but that didn't mean she was in the mood for a surprise of her own...she wanted to know exactly when it was too late for him to try and hold back any longer.

She was intent on sucking the very soul out of his body through the tip of his cock.

"Just h-how long is that tongue of yours?" he asked, wondering how much more of the treatment he could take. As impressive as the bob of her throat was, it was something incredible on another level that the tip of her tongue was able to flick back and forth between his orbs, as if she was fondling them from both ends.

Her fingers were never dormant: they varied just how much intensity they moved with, but from a subtle twitch to a fuller, passionate grope, she kept her fingertips working on his sack, wanting every moment of the act to memorable.

The eager canine didn't do anything halfway, and as well behaved as her pet had been recently, she was doing all she could to show her appreciation...even if she needed to give Yote a little longer than she expected to realize what was going on.

Now that they were in the middle of the act, the German Shepherd was moving her head back and forth with a greater vigor than Yote had ever seen from her, as if she was always hiding the extra gear from him. Like a proper dominatrix, she was full of surprises, but what made her so skillful was the fact that she knew just when to pull them out.

Yote was completely blindsided by the sudden blowjob, and without a proper warmup, his body was already struggling to keep his load inside; the recent bout of chastity was making more and more sense as the subtle taste of precum spilled over the back of Dora's tongue, but there was going to be a much larger mess within the minute.

That minute, short as it was in reality, felt like it was stretching into infinity as Dom dropped his silverware and gripped the edge of the table, forgetting his claws and leaving tiny scratches on the surface of the polished wood.

"Fucking...s-shit...Dora, I don't think...I can hold out anymore!" he warned her, but that extra heads up was just what she was waiting for: she tightened up her lips around the base of his member and pumped her neck that much faster, fucking her own throat on his member and jostling his orbs in her careful paws. "Deeper?! H-how the fuck...oooohgods..."

His toes curled in the carpet on either side of her, his body naturally looking for whatever purchase it could find...but there would be nothing that could buy him more time in the face of something so delightful.

He wasn't able to finish the words before the first gush of his seed sprayed across the back of Dora's throat, but she was given enough warning to hesitate when she felt something thicker and fuller than the river of precum that she'd easily navigated.

Grinning as wide as she had all night thus far, she squeezed his orbs in time with each natural twitch of his climax, swallowing as rapidly as she could to avoid spilling even a single drop of the oversized load onto the carpet.

"That's it, I'm...I'm cumming!" Yote cried out, slamming his fists down on the table and giving up the good fight, long after he'd actually lost it. "O-oh, ooohfuck, Dora...it's never been this good! Fuck!"

His voice was a chorus of pleasure for himself and praise for her, as she giggled around the volume of his load and guided it down into her stomach. How she handled it all with such ease was a mystery to the exhausted coyote, but as the strongest shockwaves of his climax eased away from his sensitive flesh, he stopped trying to figure out the intricacies of her technique and simply enjoyed the vacuum-like clench of her throat around his tip and the skillful flicker of her tongue along the outline of his veins.

She was surgical in her precision, even when she could have done something as simple as rolling her tongue and moving her head a little bit; that extra effort wasn't lost on Yote, who slumped back in his chair and saw the last few bites of his steak remaining.

"Why am I...n-not surprised that you were...a-able to finish your meal first?" he asked, still trying to catch his breath as he spoke.

"Mmm...mloorm... ah! W-well, I must've been really hungry, I guess," Dora explained, only seconds after pulling herself free from the spit-shined flesh of his member. "Guess I'm pretty impressed with myself, too; my portion was a lot longer than yours."

Flustered so much that his ears folded back and his eyes glanced aside, Yote stopped just short of shaking his head in disagreement. "I...d-don't know about all that."

"Maybe trust the one who's gotten to play with all the meat in the room before?" she recommended. "But, speaking of that...I think mine might still be lukewarm, if I hurry."

Kissing the tip once more and pulling a slow, intentional drip of the last of his seed with her lips, Dora collected the aforementioned sauce, after all...