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Was there anything better on a rainy spring afternoon than Sushi? Not really. Not for this pei. Nope. Sushi was one of her die-hard favorite foods, something she could almost always find an excuse for. This time? Well Otis was being such a good boy and she was going to let him treat her to Sushi Dinner. How sweet of her!
Otis seemed a little stuffy, flustered, a few hours pay per person, for Sushi! However he couldnât help but watch with a sort of deviant delight at how pretty the rolls looked. Besides Sherri was good company and since the shop wasnât all that busy on a Monday Afternoon he didnât mind having a few hours of âsort of paid time offâ.
âSo this place, is amazing.â Sherri cooed so sweetly as she said to Otis, trying to calm the jittery dog. The quizzical looking canine just meandering his eyes along the prices of each roll. The husky canine gulping, his wallet was in trouble he feared. âWeâll get three orders of salmon, two orders of tuna, four eel, two albacore, two white fish.â
Otis blinked a moment, his eyes darting over as he saw just what she was ordering, his heart stopped! Each order only had two pieces and upwards of almost 6$ an order! âSherri! I c-â but Sherri hushed him, lightly touching her fingertips to his palm.
âItâll be the All you can eat special.â Sherri smiled over to Otis whoâs heart seemed to just do a racing halt, beads of sweat starting to well up in his forehead as the waitress smiled, tapping at the menu. The price for all you can eat a much more reasonable cost.
âHow about telling me first before you kill me.â Otis lightly thumbed his thick masculine fingertips along Sherriâs soft digits, truly just sharing a moment with her, but god was she impulsive! Reckless sometimes!
âYeah but thatâs only half the fun.â Thump. Otisâ eyes widened, he felt something. Heard something before but now he felt it. Sherri was a mistress of teasing, and by god he had found himself in another trap of hers!
Sherriâs eyes were locked with his for a moment, playing it off innocently before a little pinging sound came from her phone. Otis was silent so she used that to maneuver to her phone, artificially reading over new card spoilers while her footpaws began to shift back and forth.
Otis was quite a canine of standards, he liked things looking proper, respectable, neat and orderly! He wasnât all that much for the exhibitionism Sherri seemed to adore partaking in, however if anything it only egged her on that he was a little more reluctant to be a part of her game! Sherriâs puppy brown hues peeked up, catching his eyes with hers as she made another press, rubbing her adorable ebony pearl shaped toes firmly against the center of his thighs.
It was torture for the poor canine, to feel his sheath begin to uncontrollably push out that crimson girth slick with his own pre-cum. The cocktip starting to salute Sherriâs footpaws with a glistening girth, almost bent by the curve of his jeans. Sherri was distracted for a moment, the waitress had returned with a little notepad. âCan I get you anything to drink?â The feline appeared chipper, after all happy girls got better tips!
ââŠâ Otisâ silence spoke volumes, trying to play it off like he was just reading the menu, however he was saved from any further inspection by Sherri chiming in. âHeâll have a Coke, Iâll have a Thai Iced Tea. Cream on the side please.â The felineâs blue eyes looked at the two for a moment, before turning tail and strolling back to the kitchen. Something was up.
âThat was a close call.â Sherri whispered, but she was a little bit of an expert at these things! Her pawtoes flexible and dexterous as they were seemed to take an almost painstaking joy in just pressing the button to his jeans, slowly pushing it through while her other paw was firmly grinding against his girth. Sherri didnât have to peek under the table to know just what he was sporting. She could feel it almost instantly. Her footpaws grasping onto his dick firmly, smearing the pre-cum between her toes.
Otis was in a state of euphoria, he didnât have the nerve to stop Sherriâs little escapades, and its not like they were really that bad! In general that is. Sure he was in a restaurant where they served raw fish but they werenât eating with their hands! And even if they were, it was those adorable footpaws molesting him! âShn.. Sherrri.â Otis groaned, suddenly the footpaws ceased their actions.
âYeah?â Those puppy brown hues looking up to him so innocently. âIts okay, we donât have to.â She began to pull her footpaws away, giving a halfhearted almost dejected look to him, but Otisâ girth was boldly throbbing under the table. She couldnât stop now!
âOh and the Sushi is here, so..â Sherri looked over as the waitress set down both plates, Sherri immediately plucking up her chopsticks to find a piece of salmon between them. âI love sushi, just sometimes the look of nigiri. So phallic.â Well not really, but just watching a girl use that tongue was more than enough for most men to imagine their girth being on the receiving end!
âYou know, the proper way to eat Sushi is to dip it in soysauce, but honestly? I just love the taste of fish.â Holding that solitary piece of fish and rice, Sherriâs brown eyes looking to Otis the entire time as her tongue poked out, lewdly licking along the top of the sushi bit. It only made that crimson girth throb harder! He knew her game, but she just relished in his torture, little sadistic pei she was.
âSo sweet~â She whispered almost, just about to take the piece fully in her mouth before she heard a little raking sound, she knew that sound. Claws on wood, but she was grateful it was underneath the table! However that didnât stop her descent, her lips firmly wrapped around the delightful mouthful of Sushi. Holding it between her lips, her muzzle still tipped down slightly, and her eyes looking up to him. That innocent kind of look, she knew what she was doing, but it was far more fun to play the innocent in his dirty game⊠That she was causing him to play!
Every beating moment of his heart, it was echoed with that thick pulsing girth starting to pulse out a thicker, creamier essence. She had teased him enough, and she pressed back in with a vigor, she was a devious little pei, the moment she touched her toes against his dick. Firmly squishing the digits against the top of his shaft, but at the same time she had pressed a piece of the albacore to his lips. Pavlov had his dog, and Sherri was going to have her Otis. A moment of pleasure associated with the taste, sight, and flavor of Sushi. It would take a few more times of conditioning but soon, well, she had her plans!
Otis wasnât really sure what was going on, only finding it to be in the flair of decadence Sherri had a taste for. Without even questioning it he took a bite, chewing slowly in his mouth, a kind of orgasmic sensation coursing through his veins as her toes smeared against the top of his cock. Sherri was working the head, specifically that little tip, while her other paw was squishing against his swelling knot.
The little pei had taken time to study canines, to really understand their male quirks, and it was paying off in spades! With her toes curling, grasping, smushing against the pointed tip with the bottom of her paw, and her toes pressing against his knot. She could literally feel the thickness in consistency beginning to fill, making her pawtoes become a bit glossy from just all the precum smeared into her fur! Another piece began to offer itself to Otis who hungrily took another bite! He was horny as hell, just about to bust, but that seemed to fuel his hunger as well!
His voice, guttural and hushed, hot panting breaths of air as he watched Sherri gently grasp a piece for herself, even the way she ate, when she wasnât trying to tease him, it was cute in itâs own little way. How she savored the flavor rather than just hungrily chewing it down, waiting the next piece, the way she closed her eyes, as if mirroring the pleasure she was giving to him!
Poor Otis, literally teased to excess! He couldnât hold back anymore! His cock pulsed, pumping out thick globs of cum on Sherriâs adorable little pawtoes, his hips pushing upwards, smearing his dick against her perfect little pearl-toes. It seemed that poor Otis was making too much of a spectacle! His guttural panting and the way he seemed to shift so uncomfortably in his seat. He was trying to be discreet about it but that wasnât his strong suit, no, his orgasm wasnât intense like when he was deep inside Sherri. It was different.
It was like a full release, like a relaxing calm sensation as he felt his body let go. Cum bubbled at the tip, and fired off thick ropey-globs that splattered down Sherriâs ankles and footpaws like wonton silly string! Each line fired off, catching onto Sherriâs well placed paws, drizzling his icing onto her, and she didnât mind one bit! Her little paws, smearing the cum in between her toes, letting her footpaws use his thick cum to act as a glazing agent to make her footpaws really glisten under the light.
Otis was panting, looking to Sherri with a lewd little grin, his mouth agape when the waitress came by. Her nose suddenly scrunching up, Sherriâs eyes catching her for a moment, she knew that look. Spunk had a very fine scent, one that females of compatible species would recognize.
âHow is ev-â
âGreat! Its great.. so great.. So good.â Otis grunted, each word accented by his thick globs of cum making a sputter from the tip of his dick, petering off on Sherriâs paws. The little canine looking up to the waitress with a slight grin.
âI think we found Otisâ new favorite restaurant.â She couldnât help but give a little wink to the waitress, the felineâs face giving a slight flush.
As the waitress turned to walk away, Sherri was just massaging Otisâ still firm dick, poor boy would still be rock hard for a bit. However in his post orgasmic bliss he couldnât help but follow Sherriâs eyes as he saw the pert little rear of the waitress. A slight grin coming to his lips as he looked back to Sherri, those puppy brown hues locking with his. That mutual smile, that deviance of a shared secret between them.
âWhatcha thinking about?â Otis murred, his rumbling voice echoing that hot and heavy moment.
Sherri gave a sweet innocent little smile in turn, taking another piece of sushi between the chopsticks. Her tail giving a light flicker as she looked up to him, that soft tone speaking volumes to the larger canineâs ear. âDinner parties.â
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