Hotdogs

You walk down the hall and as the kitchen comes into view you can’t help but let out a little laugh. Sitting on the table is a plate of hotdogs in buns, a squeeze jar of mustard, and a box of 12 cans of Bush light. She leads you to the table smiling, “Here try my wiener.” She squirts a line of mustard on the dog and holds it out for you to take a bite.

“Um, okay.” You say with a grin. She proceeds to feed you a hotdog, while rubbing your shoulder. “Thanks, that was actually pretty good.” You say licking your lips.

“Here let me.” She says sucking a drop off your finger. Your cock starts tenting in the dress, reminding you of your lack of underwear. “Here have another.” She fixes you a second, a bit more mustard this time and you open your mouth. This time as it is about half gone she cups the back of your head in her hand and basically tries to shove it down your throat, causing you to ****. She lets go and you cover your mouth as you cough and try to swallow what was in your mouth. “It was the bun. Silly me. Let’s try that again.” She grabs your neck and jams a dog in your mouth. You gag instantly, “Shhh. Relax.” You try not to fight and sure enough to your surprise, she gets you to swallow it whole, like a snake. “Nice.” She says laughing, sits on the table, and begins eating one herself.

“Why did you do that?” You ask once you compose yourself.

“To see if you stood a chance at swallowing this.” She says opening her robe to reveal her now rock hard 10” cock. Smiling she asks, “Wanna eat my wiener?”