Out and about with her bodyguards, eager to try some street food.

"Come on, come on, we don't have all day!" Adeleine said, calling to her bodyguards. Her father insisted they come along whenever she went out amongst the "common rabble" just in case, and they did double as helpful assistants, but couldn't he have at least hired some quicker walkers? It's not like all the clothes they were carrying was THAT heavy, and people in this line of work aught to have the muscle to deal with it!

Adeleine wasn't usually this impatient, but some unflattering comments muttered by a passerby in the mall had put her into a foul mood. What did they know about her outfit anyway? A red cropped leather jacket over a plain white tube top tucked into a matching red leather pencil skirt that showed off plenty of skin, with long black and white striped socks and a pair of red mary jane shoes; it wasn't anything special, but she was still fond of it. What business did that prude have saying she looked slutty? So what if you could see her nipples through the top, it was chillier than Adeleine had expected and no one else was complaining anyway!

"Apologies, ma'am." Replied one of her bodyguards. "We're just having some trouble getting a grip on all of these shopping bags." Adeleine sighed audibly, looking behind her. Her two bodyguards could almost be mistaken for twins; both of them heavily muscular and well over 6 feet tall, they wore matching black suits with black ties, black sunglasses, black shoes, black everything. The only noticeable difference between them was their hair; They both had short crew cuts, but one of them (Blake, Adeleine remembered) had brown hair while the other (Chad? Brad? Something like that) was blonde. "With all due respect you two, I don't think a dozen or so bags each is all that much to ask. You really need to step up your game!" Adeleine said, chastising the two. They didn't deserve it, but it made her feel a little better and they were well compensated, so Adeleine didn't feel especially bad considering her mood.

The trio were walking through a park on their way to the next store when Adeleine noticed a small crowd out of the corner of her eye. They were lining up at a...what was that? "Blake, what on earth is that?" She asked her bodyguard.

Blake hesitated a moment before answering. "It's...a hot dog stand, ma'am." Looking at Adeleine's quizzical face, Blake continued. "It's a sort of...tube of meat? That's put onto a long bun and topped with condiments like ketchup and mustard."

"Are they...good? It's attracted quite a few people."

"It likely doesn't compare to the gourmet food you're used to, ma'am, but for the price it's quite enjoyable."

Adeleine mulled it over in her mind for a moment. This so-called "tube of meat" didn't sound especially appetizing to her. But she was trying to learn more about the world outside the bubble she had grown up in, and she was feeling quite peckish, so she quickly came to a decision. "Blake, give me some cash. I am going to try one of these 'hot dogs' for myself!" Blake quickly put down the bags he was carrying, reached into his pocket, and gave Adeleine a crisp 5 dollar bill. Adeleine took the bill and made for the stand.

It was never hard to find Adeleine Samir when the man wanted to have some fun with her. Local events, parties, fundraising events, anything that ever happened in this city, the lovely Ms. Samir was somewhere rubbing elbows. Today was a bit different, though. At least once every other week, she'd make something of a stir by going around to local malls and shopping centers and buying anything and everything she fancied. Following them, the man saw her become interested in a hot dog stand, and he chuckled to himself. She always got distracted by the most mundane things.

Still, it gave him an idea. He took a seat on a nearby bench, opened his laptop, and started inputting a few commands.

Adeleine was already feeling impatient, and waiting in this line wasn't helping. It seemed that these "hot dogs", despite not sounding very good, were apparently fairly popular, with a good half dozen people in front of her in line. Still, she was resolved to trying it. She had so many questions going through her mind as she stood there. How would it taste? What kind of meat are they actually made of? Did she need to know how she wanted it cooked? What sort of toppings should she ask for?

~"hot dog stand" is just an innuendo for male prostitute, and everyone knows it. It's completely acceptable to have sex in public with a hot dog vendor.~

Was it okay to have sex in broad daylight, even with a licensed professional? What would the 5 dollars buy her, and for how long? Would she be expected to sexually pleasure the man in return? It was a rush of questions that she had no idea the answer to, and as the men in front of her suddenly walked away from the stand in a hurry, there was only one person left in front of her, a business woman who seemed to be on her lunch break.

"Thank god, Earl, I really needed this. The usual, please!" The woman said, walking around to the other side of the stand. The chubby and rather average looking middle-aged man nodded his head, took her money, and fished out his cock, the woman going to her knees and starting to blow him in earnest.

Adeleine watched the businesswoman suck the mans cock, trying her best to stay calm as she felt the heat between her legs increase in intensity at the sight of it. She didn't frequently think about sex or cock like this, but considering the situation all that Adeleine could think about was what she would do when it was her turn. She couldn't help herself but lick her lips, imagining it was her going down on the man instead. After a few minutes, Adeleine finally spoke up. "E-excuse me, but how much longer is this going to take? I'm in a bit of a rush..." The man, Earl she supposed, let out a moan before looking at her to respond "Sorry ma'am but-oh fuck yeah-Mary here paid for a blowjob, and it takes as long as it...mmmm...takes." The man took a moment to look Adeleine up and down, undressing her with his eyes. Adeleine noticed that he seemed to start being a more active participant, beginning to gently thrust back into this Mary's mouth; she guessed that he wanted to move on from Mary and get to her. Which suited her just fine.

~Earl always lasts a good, long while before coming, no matter how quickly he tries to get off.~

About 10 minutes later, with Adeleine feeling awkwardly wet, it seemed clear that Earl was not going to be getting to her anytime soon. He was definitely trying; he was practically facefucking poor Mary at this point, who could only moan around his cock as dribbles of her spit fell onto the ground in front of her. Adeleine almost considered masturbating right then and there to calm herself down while she waited, but at that moment she had an epiphany. If these "hot dog stands" were just an excuse to pay someone to suck and fuck their dick, well, she had two perfectly good dicks following her around all day that were on her father's payroll! She turned around to ask Blake and...Tad? To do what this "Earl" fellow was too preoccupied to do, but unfortunately for her they were already busy as well.

~Rumor has it bodyguards have the best sex in the world. There are a lot of women who will jump them on the street to test it, and they're always happy to oblige.~

The clothes she had spent the morning picking out were strewn over the path, the bags having been dropped in a hurry. Her blonde-haired bodyguard named...something ending with "ad", had a few seniors from the local private high school straddling him on the street, still mostly in their uniforms but with the shirts unbuttoned enough to expose their breasts. A short-stack ginger with a freckled face had her panties pushed to the side riding him reverse-cowboy style. A skinny Asian girl was riding his face, shouting degrading comments at him while he firmly grabbed her ass. The way Adeleine saw the blonde squirm underneath the two of them, it was clear he was enjoying being taken advantage of like that.

As for Blake...wow. Adeleine saw him vigorously thrusting into a woman who had been jogging nearby, her sweatpants ripped open with Blake fucking her doggy style, and she was amazed at how large his member was. He had that, and she was having him carry shopping bags around? If she ever felt this excited in the future she'd have to consider making use of his other talents, but right now he was in his own world.

Adeleine turned her back on her furiously rutting bodyguards to try and calm down, but seeing the hot dog vendor and the businesswoman moan and groan did little to ease her need. She braced herself against the cart with both hands, willing herself not to do anything too hasty for fear of what the media would say if anyone saw. Having sex with a hot dog vendor was one thing, but masturbating? What on Earth would her father say? Adeleine started to become lost in a daydream, imagining everything she'd do to Earl once he finally stopped messing around and started servicing her. She slowly started subconsciously sticking her perky ass out, her backside swaying side to side.

It wasn't long before she felt a hand firmly grip her rear end, pulling her out of her reverie and causing her to bolt upright with a gasp. She calmed down when she heard the most pleasantly masculine voice in her ear. "Oh, sorry miss. I didn't mean to alarm you." Whispered the man into her ear, his hand gently kneading her ass cheek. "It just seemed like you needed a little help, and I figured I could provide it. Earl here always takes his sweet time, which is great if you're getting serviced and less so if you're waiting. But I used to be a hot dog seller myself, and I still do it from time to time. If you'd like, I can do what Earl is...a little too busy to do himself."

Adeleine was a bit worried. A random man on the street, claiming he also happened to be a hot dog salesman? Surely this was some trick to get laid. What if her turned out to be some random shmoe and some paparazzi got a picture? "I don't-" Adeleine turned her head to voice her doubts, but cut herself off when, out of the corner of her eyes...she saw it. The man clearly didn't care much for fashion, wearing a tight fitting black tank top and, more importantly, a pair of sweatpants. It wasn't especially stylish, but it also didn't leave anything to the imagination when it came to the man's sizable...well, there was no word for it but cock. It seemed to be about the same size as Blake, but unlike him this man was here and available to her. His meat twitched as she stared at it, and she felt herself shiver in anticipation. It didn't matter what anyone else would thing, she needed it NOW. She looked back at the man and nodded, slowly bending herself back over on the cart.

"Great." Said the man with a smile. "Let me see how much of this work I remember..." He shifted himself to be directly behind Adeleine, with both hands now attached to her ass. Adeleine kept herself physically fit with exercise at least every other day; that hard work was paying off as she felt the sublime feeling of a man rigorously rubbing her cheeks over her skirt, clearly enjoying himself. After a few moments, the man shifted his hands underneath her skirt to make direct contact, his touch occasionally grazing her pussy as the wet spot on her panties grew larger and larger.

A few minutes later, Adeleine couldn't help but become impatient again. "I don't want to rush you, but could you get to work properly please? I've waited so long already..." Adeleine attempted to sound forceful like her father had taught her to, but even she knew how needed she sounded instead. The man let out a small laugh. "Of course, let me just get these panties off of you and I'll get right to it." The man slowly worked the panties off of her, Adeleine eagerly stepping out of the fabric so he could get on with it. After a moment of hearing nothing but some clothes rustling, Adeleine was getting ready to complain again when she felt the man line his tip up with her vagina and slowly work himself inside.

As the man's full length slowly made it's way inside of her, Adeleine let out a long, loud moan. If this was what getting a "hot dog" was like, she could see why it was so popular! Nothing and no one she had done before felt this good, this exciting, this right. The man started pumping inside of her, faster and faster, gripping her hips for leverage as he worked himself deeper and deeper, as Adeleine continued to groan in appreciation.

"Oh my gosh, is it- ugh- is this what I've been miss- FUCK- missing out on not having hot dogs?" Adeleine panted out between thrusts. "Does getting a hot dog always feel this good~?" The man was far too focused on his work to answer. He bent forward on top of Adeleine, freeing her tits from her tube top and tightly squeezing her breasts as Adeleine lost herself in pleasure.

"Oh my...FUCKING god, this is the BEST I've ever had!" Adeleine yelled, pinned down underneath the man mauling her breasts and shoving his cock inside her with a speed she didn't think possible. "Please...please keep going! Keep going, keep going, keep going, don't stop! Please!" Adeleine looked down and saw herself in the mirrored surface of the cart, a dopey smile on her face and her tongue stuck out in pleasure. She looked absolutely preposterous, but it felt so good she didn't give a damn. The man continued thrusting, continued groping, continued working Adeleine further and further into a frenzy. Eventually, the man took one of his hands off her tits to move her face to the side; As Adeleine felt the man kiss her on the lips and violate her mouth with his tongue the way his throbbing rod violated her cunt, she felt herself finally go over the edge.

Adeleine squirted all around the mans cock, all over the ground, and even onto the hot dog stand she was bent over. She saw stars in her vision as her entire body shook with pleasure as an incredible orgasm rocketed through her entire body. As the man pulled out of her, Adeleine felt herself slide to the ground on her knees. She looked up and saw the man jerking his cock off, clearly intent on coming all over her face. Normally she might be offended at the audacity, but with the aftershocks still making her shake she did nothing but open her mouth and stick out her tongue, offering it as a target to the man who had done his job so admirably. It wasn't long until the man started shooting thick ropes of semen into her mouth and all over her face, as Adeleine moaned appreciatively.

"Wow...I need to get hot dogs more often!" Babbled out Adeleine, still in awe of the pleasure she had just received. "That was...oh! I need to..." she feebly held up the 5 dollar bill she had been given, crumpled up in her hand from how hard she had clenched while fucked. The man let out an appreciative sigh as her worked his marvelous penis back into his sweatpants. "Oh no, miss, you don't need to pay me. Like I said, I haven't sold hot dogs professionally in years, and I enjoy the work enough that doing it for free doesn't bother me." The man curtly nodded to Adeleine as he walked away from her, grabbing a laptop bag from a nearby park bench before walking off. Adeleine panted in place for what felt like hours, reveling in the intense pleasure she had just experienced.

"Ma'am? Ma'am! Your food?"

Adeleine shook herself awake. Had she fallen asleep standing up waiting for her hot dog? That was a new one. She quickly took note of herself to make sure everything was accounted for: her clothes were as immaculate as when she got dressed that morning, and a quick peek at the mirrored top of the cart showed her make-up was untouched as well. Convinced that everything was alright, she paid for the hot dog and took a tentative bite as she made her way back to her bodyguards standing a few feet away still carrying all of her bags.

"What do you think, ma'am?" Asked Blake as Adeleine mulled it over in her mouth. "It's...awfully salty," she replied, "but not entirely unpleasant. I might have to ask father's chef if he can make a more refined version." Adeleine yawned loudly in front of the two men, and continued. "There are more stores I wanted to visit, but I'm starting to feel rather tired, so we can do that tomorrow. Let's go back to my apartment. Blake, you take the lead." Both men nodded in acknowledgement as Blake led the way back. Adeleine took a moment to appreciate his musculature as they moved through the streets back to her home. Some day she'd invite him in for some...private work, but for now Adeleine was content with how her day had gone. A lot of fashionable new items, and some broadened horizons. As far as days go, Adeleine thought to herself as she took another bite of her hot dog, it's not half bad.

~fin~