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The Hot Dog

By: HarryOrwell



I named him Frank, as in Frankfurter, because he was a schnauzer, and as kids, we called them frankfurter dogs. 

It had been 2 weeks since I found him huddled out by the trash cans, shaking in the cold night air. I brought him into the garage, which was a lot warmer than the 15 degrees it was supposed to reach, held him in a towel to stop his shivers. I had a few cans left over from when my brother stopped by with his dog, Mangy, and Frank went at it greedily. 

He let me clean his scratches. Whatever he fought with clearly beat him. Probably some big Tom cat. The poor mutt was so appreciative. It was clear he wasn't a street dog, and probably had an owner worried somewhere, but had no collar. When he seemed so calm after his ordeal, I brought him into the house, and he curled up by the radiator and slept like a baby.

In a couple of days, he had taken up residence, and bounced around his new domain, with no apparent effects from his journey. I began checking supermarket bulletin boards for posters about lost dogs, but found nothing. He seemed perfectly happy with me, but I knew there must be someone out there looking. 

Two weeks to the day, I saw his picture, with a sign. "Lost Schnauzer, answers to Arnold. Reward."

It went on to say where he was last seen, which was about a mile from me, and gave the owner as Angela, with her phone number.

I knew it was Frank by his markings in the picture, but went home and called him Arnold, and he responded, but Frank also responded to Dog, and Judy, and Hey You. Frank was just friendly like that.

I called right away, and it was a machine. I left my name and number, said I may have Arnold. Angela called back in an hour. 

She said, "Hi, I'm calling back about my dog?"

"Yes, I have him. Well, he looks just like him anyway."

"And you want the reward."

"Huh? No, I just want to get Frank back home."

"Oh, sorry, I've been getting a lot of prank calls, asking about the reward, and I'm tired of getting my hopes up."

"No problem, you want my address?"

In twenty minutes, she was at my door, tall, elegant-looking, with a long neck, she was over sixty for sure. She had a fur hat, with matching full-length coat. It was another cold day, and was shivering. Her hair was silver/blonde, not hiding her age, but accenting it. This was old money for sure.

"Hi? Angela? Come on in." 

She smiled as she came past me into the foyer. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting. I'm sure you must be busy. Nice to meet you, Harry." She slipped off her leather glove, and her long fingers wrapped around my hand. "It's freezing out there. Where's Arnold?"

I led the way into the living room, and curled up on his blanket by the radiator. He lifted his head in curiosity. The recognition was immediate. She screamed, "Arnold!" and his floppy ears went flying as he raced towards her and she dropped to her knees. He licked and she cuddled and soon she was crying. His skinny tail was snapping like whip.

If you have never had a cat or dog, it's hard to appreciate the bond. You feed them and clean them and walk them and care for them, and all they give you is unconditional love. It's more than a fair exchange, and I knew what she was feeling.

After a moment, she was looking up at me, and it seemed Frank was, too. I realized I had tears in my eyes, too.

"Harry, I don't know how to thank you, but you seem to know how much I appreciate it."

"Yeah, I've had pets all my life, and Frank has a way of becoming part of the family pretty quickly." 

She smiled as she stroked him. "Frank, for Frankfurter? I actually thought about that name, too!"

She stood facing me. "I don't know what to say. The reward is $500, will you take a check?"

Five hundred? Wow, this lady must be loaded!

"Thanks, but I don't want it, I only did what was right."

"But, your expenses! The food, that blanket he was on is ruined!"

I laughed. "It was ruined already. And he doesn't eat much. You may want to take him for a check-up. He had a bunch of cuts and scrapes when I found him, but they healed well. But, just to be safe."

"Poor baby! I will, thank you. But I wish I could give you something. I really feel indebted to you."

"Knowing Fr...Arnold is home is good enough for me, I enjoyed his visit."

"I'll think of some way to pay you back, I promise. I'd better get going, the car is waiting. Ready, Arnold?"

Frank seemed confused, looking to both of us. I bent and petted him. "See ya, Buddy!" His tail was flying again, and she had his collar and leash around him as she led him to the door.

"Say Bye, Honey!"

I responded, "Bye, Honey!" to Angela, and she laughed. 

"I can see why he likes you. Thanks again," and they were gone, and I actually felt lonely.

Another two weeks went by and the doorbell rang. It was a man in a black suit. "Can I help you?"

He smiled politely and handed me an envelope. "I'm supposed to wait for a reply, Sir."

I opened it. In beautiful handwriting on quality paper, was a note from Angela. "You are cordially invited to Arnold Frankfurter's third birthday party." It went on to say it was Saturday, and that Joseph, her driver would be here to pick me up at 8PM, sharp. It concluded, "Both Arnold and I look forward to seeing you again. With Deepest Regards, Angela Knowles."

I had so many questions, and knew my only answers would be from Joseph. Was this a big deal? Many guests? If I went, how would I dress? What should I bring?

I invited Joe, as I would call him, into the house. He said, that last year, it was about 10 guests, mostly her oldest friends, from before her husband's passing. Joe was comfortable enough with me to say they were all well-to-do, and dressed nicely, not formally. I could get by with a shirt and slacks, no jeans, and that gifts amounted to gag gifts, with donations going to the Animal Shelter. 

"What do you think, Joe?"

"Why not? You get a free night out, limo ride both ways, and get to see a really huge estate, almost a mansion! If you don't like it, excuse yourself, and I'll drive you where ever you want to go."

After he left, I found something else in the envelope: a check made out to me for $500.

Saturday, Joe was there before 8 but waited in the car until the exact hour. He opened the back door, and I asked if could ride up front, and he was more than happy not to have some snooty jerk to drive around.

We pulled up to the estate. It was two stories, with a circular drive, and buildings out back, which Joe told me were for servants when they used to live here. Now, they were simply day workers.

The 12 foot front doors opened, and a butler stood by to greet me and take my coat. With it draped over his arm, he led me to the den, leather-bound books lined the walls, along with a huge fire place and bar. Strewn around were couches and love seats and big arm-chairs, with about 2 dozen people.

Angela saw me, and floated across the room, a huge smile, grabbing and hugging me like a long lost relative. "Harry! I'm so glad you made it! I was so afraid you would have other plans on such short notice!"

She led me around the room, introducing me as "the young man who saved my Arnold." People seemed genuinely happy to meet me, shaking my hand, patting my back, even a few flirtatious winks from some ladies. Everyone was in their sixties, except me, being 27. Angela got me a drink and had to greet someone else, and couples whose names I had already forgotten were chatting with me, and a few of the wives were very friendly with their touches, and suggestive comments, and I felt flattered. 

I looked over to the fireplace, and there was Frank, oblivious to the crowd, curled up on a much newer blanket than I had for him. I made my way over, and he opened one eye, then the other! He was on me in no time, tail flying. 

"He remembers! I knew he would!" It was Angela. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for this many people, this should be all of them, they remembered from last year and told friends who wanted to donate, too." 

"It's a good cause. I'm glad I found a worthy cause for my reward check."

"Oh, Harry, I didn't invite you for that reason. I just hoped to give you a night out, as partial reward for finding Arnold. That check is for you! Oh, My, there's Judge Holder, I'll be back." 

A short blonde with big breasts slid up beside me, replete in gold rings, chains and bracelets. "Angela has the best luck!"

I had met her and her husband earlier, but had no idea her name. "Excuse me?" 

"Only she could lose her dog and wind up with a young hunk as her hero." She was looking me up and down like a hungry cougar. "What are you, six feet, and 190? I'm gonna guess seven inches, too."

I looked around, no one was listening in. I always enjoyed a little flirting. "Not even close, 175, at most." I smiled back at her, seeing her eyes twinkle.

"And confident! I like that in my men. I wonder how upset Angela will be when I steal you away!"

"I thought you were married."

She waved her hand dismissively in his direction. "He hasn't gotten it up in 10 years! and, as you can see, I'm much younger than he."

(In truth, I had no idea her age or his, but played along.) "I noticed that. So, you two have an arrangement?"

"Yes! Don't ask, don't tell, like the Army!" She moved closer, sliding a card into my pocket. "Call me, just say you're that you're calling about the six-foot heroes I ordered!"

She reached behind and goosed me as she drifted away, looking back at me, and I felt myself becoming aroused from our game.

I had another drink, and Angela, ever the hostess, opened the gifts for Arnold, some were lame, but some pretty imaginative. She warmly accepted the checks on behalf of the Shelter, which is where she originally found Arnold. 

She unwrapped mine, and stopped, just smiling. "Who is this? There's no card?"

Through shouts of "What is it?" and "Hold it up, we can't see!", she held up the long coat that I had sewn the message along the side, "Hot Dog, with Warm Buns!"

Everyone laughed and Angela spotted me, and I held my drink up to her. "I should have known! Harry! Arnold's hero, my hero!" There was applause and pats on the back again.

The soiree ended early. Apparently, the witching hour comes early when you are in your 60's and 70's. Angela asked me to stay behind for a nightcap and I agreed. By 10 PM, we were alone, except for the bartender and waiter. She dismissed them both, saying we could serve ourselves.

We got fresh drinks and sat on a leather couch by the fire. "So, I see you met Sally Rosen."

"Who?"

"The blonde with the big chest, I call her Sally Ride because she'll give any man a ride!"

I smiled, amused at her openness. "Was that her name? She did seem kind of friendly, but I thought it was my charm. You say she does that with all the men?", acting hurt.

Angela patted my leg. "Harry, you know that's not what I meant. But, tell me, are you planning to call her?"

"I don't know, it's not often I get propositioned by a nympho!"

"Honey, you can do so much better than that! And you didn't even mention the age difference."

"Age is just a number."

"If you believe that, I know a lot of classier women, who aren't married. You could have your pick. I have many friends."

"Would you be one of the choices?"

She smiled broadly and shifted to face me. "Are you some sort of gigolo? Planning to take my fortune?"

"If anything, I'll take Arnold... and you, of course."

"I don't know if it's the booze or the hour, but you are making me tingle."

"I hope that's good."

She slid into my arms. "Hmmm, very good!" Her lips found mine and her tongue darted out, and I met it and responded.

There was an urgency we both felt, a need to do this, now! Our kisses were instantly passionate, and our hands were roaming. I felt her tugging at my belt as I reached inside her blouse and found her nipple under the thin bra. 

She had the belt open and undid the slacks, scooping inside and grabbing my shaft, just holding it tightly and stroking it. I pushed the pants down to let it free, and she said, "Oooh, nice," as she bit at my shirt buttons.

I had her blouse open and dug into her slacks too, probing, finding her bush, sliding a finger into her hole, and we kissed again.

She wriggled out of the slacks and I pushed them down with the panties. She was in heat as she climbed over me on the couch, hovering over my throbbing cock, using it to pleasure herself, then inserting my head inside the love canal, spreading as she took me in.

Now she was really on fire. It was like an oven inside her, and she twitched above me, not acting like the prim sixty year old any longer. Grunting and snorting as she threw her body down against me, as if to pound me into the couch, her energy so strong, her passion so great.

I matched her thrusts, feeling myself throbbing within her, knowing that it wouldn't be long! Her hair was disheveled as were her clothes, and we bucked like broncos at a rodeo. She rose and set on my lap, making a slapping sound and I told her I was there. She said, "Me, too, let's come together, baby!"

She lost it, howling as she bounced around, and I felt myself releasing, too. We kept hammering away until I had nothing left and she slumped across me, panting and gasping.

In my ear, she blurted, "That's a hot dog, for sure!"

The Hot Dog Returns



Sally was so brazen that night at Angela's. I had just met them all, proper seniors in plush environs, obvious money. The party was for Angela's dog, who I had found almost frozen to death, and had nursed back to health. This sort of made me a minor celebrity among them.

I stood out for another reason: I was 25 and the youngest after me was probably 60. Most people were polite, seeing me as Angela's new friend, but not Sally. Apparently Sally has a thing for men, younger, older, tall, short, fat, skinny. And she took a liking to me, immediately. 

Not being a part of the upper crust, I felt out of place, sipping unblended Scotch from crystal glasses. When Sally engaged me in conversation, it was clear that she had designs on me, telling me she was going to steal me away from Angela, who I barely knew. 

Although Sally is married, she made it clear that they have an arrangement, and that she was available, slipping her business card to me, before drifting off.

Things went well with Angela, we had a brief fling, but the age difference wasn't conducive to anything ongoing. It was fun while it lasted, and I came away with an appreciation for older women: Angela turned out to be a real cougar!

As your typical male, my pockets are usually full of papers, notes, odd items, and they get sorted about every 2 weeks. So it was with Sally's card.

I had forgotten about her, until I came across it. "Sally Rosen, Author," it said, with a phone number. I thought of her again, about 60, tiny, just over 5 feet, with a huge chest that she liked to showcase. Her face was attractive, and I imagine she had a nip and tuck done at sometime. Nothing blatant. Made me wonder if those boobs were originals, or maybe just tightened up.

She had blonde hair, pulled up in a bun, accenting eye shadow that drew you to her greenish eyes. I had never been hit on so obviously, and was curious about her.

I fingered the card. It was a Friday morning, I had nothing to do, and decided to call her. She had aroused me at the party just by talking, maybe she likes dirty phone chats?

A receptionist answered, "Sally Rosen's office, may I help you?"

"Yes, can I speak to Sally?" 

"Who's calling, please?"

"I'm calling about a six-foot hero she ordered." That was the code she told me to use, so she would know it was me. After all, Sally was married, even though they had an arrangement.

After a moment, the phone clicked. "Hello?"

"Hi, I don't know if you remember me..."

"Yes, of course! I'm so glad you called. I'm in a meeting right now, would it be possible to call you back shortly?" She sounded so professional, not like the horny Mama with the big tits.

"Oh, sure."

"Just give your number to Denise, and I'll get back to you, thank you for calling."

I left my number with the receptionist and in 15 minutes, my phone rang.

"I wondered if I had scared you off? After a week, I figured you had moved on and forgotten all about me! How are you? Still screwing Angela?"

I grinned. "A gentleman never tells."

"Well, I've heard enough about her to know she probably did you that night, with that silly dog watching!"

"Hey, don't knock the dog. It was him that got me to that party."

"Just kidding, Darling! So, how are you? Still as hunky as before?"

"I came across your card. Author, huh? Have you written anything I might have read?" I asked.

"Not unless you are into steamy romance novels, Honey! Although I do find that I have many male readers. The books apparently stimulate them!"

"I'll bet they do, you seem to have that ability."

"Hmmm, that sounds like a compliment! Maybe I did stick in your mind! So, what are you up to, today?"

"Bored, actually."

"Really? Then why don't you come into the city? Stop by my office, I'll take you to lunch?"

"That sounds like fun."

At 12 noon, I walked down the hall, into the office marked, Hearts Publishing. I was directed down the long hallway, and at the desk sat a woman in her forties, professional-looking, tall, who looked up. "May I help you?"

"Hi, I'm here to see Mrs. Rosen."

She stood and smiled. "It's Ms. Rosen, she would prefer to keep her readers in the dark about that. She's expecting you. The hero she ordered. Follow me."

She opened the office doors. Along the back wall was a huge desk in front of a window that took up the whole office, floor to ceiling. there was a high-back chair, facing away. It spun around as we entered and Sally stood. 

"Ms. Rosen, your 12 O'clock is here."

"Thank you, Denise, that will be all. Stay for an hour. Then take he rest of the day off. There's a big sale downstairs, see if there's anything we would like."

Denise nodded, smiled. "Of course, should I put it on your account?"

"Of course, Dear, of course!"

Denise made sure to give me a big smile as she left, looking me up and down. They had played this game before for Sally's 12 O'Clock's, I'm sure. 

After the door closed, Sally came around. "Hmmm, you look even better in the daylight! I was so glad to hear from you." She took my hand in both of hers, held it up to her heart, brushing against her boobs.

"I just knew today would be special! My horoscope said I should make time for something special, and I cleared my calendar for the afternoon! Then you called! It's fate, Darling, I knew when I saw you that we were meant to have our moment together! Did you feel it, too?"

"I don't know about horoscopes, but you do have a way of stirring up my interest."

She moved closer, still clutching my hand to her. "Your interest, or your erection, Baby?"

"Both, actually." I smiled down at her, those green eyes piercing my brain, her soft breasts warming my hand.

She smiled. "Hmmm, so are you hungry for lunch?... or me?"

"I can eat at another time. Right now, how private is this office?"

Her eyes grew steamy. "Denise will guard that door with her life!" One hand opened and grabbed my cock, which was hard from our chat. "Hmmm, nothing like a hard cock during business hours. I call it research for my next book!"

She was pushing me back to a leather couch, as I grabbed hold of her tits. She giggled as I plopped down. 

"I need your opinion. My surgeon did the tighten-up on me, and I like to get a young man's opinion. Older men don't know real from fake." She slipped her jacket off and unbuttoned her white blouse, revealing a white lace bra. Her confidence was such a stark contrast from so many women, and she reached back and unhooked, letting it fall with a comfortable smile on her face.

They were superb, and I told her so. No sign of sag, no visible scars, her nipples were every man's dream, pointing straight up, and when I reached up and felt them, she drew a sharp breath, telling me they were sensitive. 

She stepped back and reached under, sliding down her panties in one motion, while urging me to show her my cock. She was squeezing her tits, and fingering herself while I stood and dropped my pants.

Her voice was husky when she looked at my seven inches and said, "On the desk, now!"

She turned and walked to the desk, hoisting her skirt around her waist, spreading across the desk, facing out at the city below, at offices across the way, her wet hole gaping, pulsing.

This was a woman who knew what she wanted, and now! No games. I came up behind her, holding my shaft, as she growled, "Put it in me!"

I held it to her, and slid it up and down her slit, feeling her ooze onto it, lubricating it. I slid the tip in, and waited for her to speak. 

"Now, I want it in me now!"

I appreciate her confidence but I don't like being bossed around. I pushed a bit, then a bit more. She squirmed, trying to push back against me, to make me go in farther. To show her who's boss, I held back, to the point of her, getting angry at first, then the horniness really kicked in and she was asking, not telling, then pleading as I backed all the way out, just resting against her hole. 

"Oh, God! Please! You're killing me! Fuck me, Please!"

At "please," I shoved, sprawling her across the desk and she gave a loud, "oooofff" as the air was forced out and she had to gasp.   

I stayed inside her, reaching under, teasing those nipples as I whispered, "You like that, don't you, Bitch! You like to tease but not be teased! Well, I'm gonna fuck you the way you deserve it!"

I ground deep, then eased back as she gasped for air, then I rammed back into her and she made an "ooof" sound again, begging now. "Please, oh, yes, I'm so bad! I'm a bad girl! Please, control me, tell me!"

She was loving being dissed, so I began cursing her with each hard thrust, "Cunt!" and "Slut" and "Bitch" and she moaned and slivered on the desk, her pussy drenched in her juices as I felt the end coming near.

I stopped and pulled out, and she started to speak. "Shut up, roll over! I want to see you when I cum inside you!"

She was on her back, holding her ankles, giving me a perfect target, and I wasted no time, I couldn't!

I was back inside her, and those green eyes were wide! With each thrust they expanded until she gasped and her eyes lost focus and she let out a scream that had to be heard outside.

I felt my back arch, holding deep inside her as I clenched then spasmed, releasing my hot jism into her body, both gasping for air as our bodies came to rest, exhausted.

We had not kissed during the entire event, and she reached for my head, pulling it down to her. Her lips were tight across her mouth, she was smiling. 

"Oh, baby, you were awesome! You turned me around, both ways. Took charge and rolled me over. Oh, God, you are getting your own chapter for that one."

I leaned back, smiled down at her. "I got a whole book if you have the time!"