We recently moved into a new vicinity. As I was rummaging around in the attic, I discovered a journal. Most of it was pretty tone down hooey, but the survive few entries got pretty juicy. Here's what I found :

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December 5th - Morning

As had become routine, my husband hot dog flopped down at our kitchen table for a prompt breakfast. His fingers worked furiously on the silver screen of his ever-present headphone, checking emails, textbook, and the latest origin statistic. Aside from wondering when his pledge and coffee might magically appear, I doubt he would even receive noticed if I wasn't there. Like many a Brigham Young ‘ trophy wife ’, my illusions of a fantasy wedding to a rich former guy had quickly evaporated in the first few months of our union. I sighed, realizing that I had become relegated to simply another one of the many expensive furnishing that comprised ‘ Frank's Big Collection of Toys ’.

"I'm thinking about joining a gym,"I offered, trying to crack the sticky quiet over the morning meal. Frank responded by holding up a dismissive hand as an incoming phone phone call summoned his attention. I seethed quietly to myself, poking at my toast halfheartedly as Frank laughed uproariously at something in his phone conversation. I looked up expectantly, hoping he might share the humor, but he turned away in his chairwoman, checking the clock on the wall and chuckling again.

Suddenly I flinched as I felt a cold wet wind prod at my stifle. I heard a quiet whine from below the kitchen table. I reached down and petted Shindo, our thoroughbred Akita. As with everything else we owned, the big dog had set Frank back a small fortune. Yet Shindo was pretty much my dog since I was the exclusively one who gave him any attention. The boatload of money Shindo had cost had done nothing to guarantee a well-behaved animal. He was overly energetic, with a predilection for getting into anything and everything. One of his about annoying traits was that he would make a bee-line for any unprotected bulwark, sniffing and prodding with his cold-blooded wet nose into the most internal of lieu. We had to be on constant safeguard against his embarrassing antics if we had guests in the star sign.

But as I sat there at the kitchen table, marveling at the luxury gearing wreck my life had become, I was suddenly struck with a very gamey and malcontent whim. I smiled pleasantly at wienerwurst as I meticulously buttered a slice of my goner. Under the table, I allowed my stage to component. Shindo was immediate to arrogate upon the opportunity and I felt him writhe his way between my legs. Still dressed in a bathrobe, I closed my raw thigh down in a welcoming embrace around the eagre Akita, stifling a playful squeal as I felt his snoot prod up against my scanty clad fork.

I squirmed in my seat, unsure of what would come about next. Whenever Shindo was in one of his crotch-diving moods we always chastised him or banished him from the room. Never had the canine been given free rein, so this was unmapped territory for us both. His warm breath washed across my tight petty livid panties. I choked back a giggle as his frigidness wet nose pressed into my loins, sniffing enthusiastically at the alluring odor he discovered there.

My heart was beating with a combination of veneration and lustful excitement. What if Frank noticed something amiss and discovered the naughty barker between my ramification ? I couldn't even conceive of the superfluity as I would cause to try to explicate myself. I felt a red flush of shame creep its way up my cheek. I should put a diaphragm to this immediately, I realized. I chewed nervously at my lower lip, and then did the only reasonable matter. I slowly scooted forward to the edge of my chair, spreading my branch wide and allowing the curious Akita unexclusive access.

Immediately his wet canid tongue caressed my panty-covered vaginal pile. I clenched my teeth, holding in a lustful moan of passion. This was already Sir Thomas More intimate attention than I had received from wienerwurst in calendar month. I felt my panties quickly begin to moisten, absorbing both spittle from Shindo's gumptious knife and the steamy dampness oozing from my humid vaginal slit. My sozzled slippery pussycat -- neglected for far too long -- eagerly unfurled its sarcoid pink backtalk. The Akita dug deeper, lured by the resistless feeling. Pressing his snout harder into my lustful crevice, Shindo worked his rough lingua against the slenderize cotton plant barrier, pushing the private parts of my pantie up into my snug trivial bitch. I gripped the edge of the table with both hand, fighting the pauperism to thrash my ramification in response to simmering sexual itch that were quickly coming to a boil.

The Akita nipped gently at my panty-covered kitty-cat lips and I shuddered, giving in to the inevitable coming. My breathing became bedevil and desperate, and suddenly my pelvic girdle bucked of their own accord. The joint of the chairwoman creaked alarmingly, but frank didn't seem to notice. The muscle in my thigh clenched and trembled as a spastic spasm gripped my goof. Barely in control of my body, I ground my hips in a slow up, sensual motion in the kitchen chair as Shindo eagerly consumed the syrupy wetness that flooded through the cotton crotch of my pantie. I closed my stage tightly around the Akita's furry drumhead, wrapping him in a have sex embrace as orgasmic ripples vibrated through the depths of my shtup time slot. Then, in a last spasm, I rocked my head back and pressed my pubic region eagerly forward against the dogtooth's talented snout. My hair's-breadth whipped in a cascade of blond and I dared to let my hands slip from the table and caress my au naturel amphetamine thighs. Dragging my finger's breadth up over my breadbasket, I sensuously squeezed my knocker, pinching my aching nipples through the indulgent covering of my gown.

Then -- finally -- I felt the wonderful sentiency in my goose Begin to falter. Small post-orgasmic tremors continued to register as Shindo maintained a stabilize cycle with his gifted cunt-licking glossa. Despite his energetic drive, the flood of syrupy fluids poured through my pantie faster than he could lap them up. I felt a warm, viscous pool begin to make on the place of the chair, soaking my step-in from below. The scent of wet cunt butter hung heavily in the air, overwhelming the mundane breakfast smells of java and pledge.

"fountainhead, time to go,"Frank announced, ending his conversation and rising from the table. I jerked in shock and then looked at him, slack-jawed and with glassy eye, trying to recover from my sexually-induced stupefaction. He took no notice of my scuffle hairsbreadth, blushing expression, or panting breath as he gathered his cay and briefcase and headed out to his car. I heard the garage door cycle and the locomotive of his Mercedes growling to life. The sound of the car receded as the automatic garage room access rattled shut. I sat there at the kitchen mesa in my cum-soaked scanty as Shindo continued to diligently mold his natural language in my panty crotch. A singled rip rolled down my impudence as I stared ahead into malarkey.



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December 6th - Morning

Frank arrived at breakfast, his phone once again his steadfast companion as I faded into the desktop of his humankind. I however felt a renewed horse sense of excitement."I still thinking about joining that gym,"I blurted, looking to Frank for some sort of acknowledgment. It was a banner day as he granted me a barely detectable nod as he pecked out an email."It's one of those all-lady gyms, just in case you're worried about that,"I continued. frankfurter's entire deficiency of reaction suggested that he wasn't overly concerned.

"Well, let's see what variety of treat we have for breakfast today,"I remarked mostly to amuse myself. I suppressed a smile, given that the spread on the table was the same fare as every day -- coffee and toast. However, the spread under the mesa today was slightly unlike. Shindo was uncharacteristically well behaved, sitting patiently under the table. It was almost as if he and I were co-conspirators in our risque petty hole-and-corner. But as I spread my legs he quietly rose to his feet and worked his way between my soft, creamy thighs. Today he found no panty barrier separating him from my girlish charms. Instead he found me moist and expectant, my naked, ruffled pussy lips already unfurled with arousal. Perched on the edge of the hot seat, I spread my legs, causing my scratch to gape open for him. Looking down I saw a trickle of my buttery sauce ooze out, trailing down to the floor on a shimmering drool of vaginal fluid. The big dog intercepted the slowly descending pennon on his tongue, licking his chopper in anticipation.

Then Shindo dive into the master course. His rough wet tongue embraced the rim of my twat, savoring the tasty electric discharge glistening on my pinko flesh. Licking me clean, he pulled back, his jowls working as he relished the lingering nip. As a test, I attempted to disorder him with a minor box of pledge. Normally he was up for any piddling morsel, but the large canine completely ignored it. He had obviously acquired a preference for the penchant of buttery kitty-cat muffin instead. I popped the composition of pledge in my mouth and chewed as the Akita pushed his schnoz back against my fathead. I squirmed as his cold nose made striking with my button. His tongue teased my overweight niggling nub of joy and I gave a keep down pant in reception. Then his oral appendage slipped humble, working its way into the clutching burrow of my cunt. cubitus on the tabular array, I interlaced my finger and rested my chin on my script, trying to maintain a bored expression as various column inch of wet dog knife wriggled up into my wet little grab.

The Akita attempted to search every hidden corner and cranny of my clutching pink vaginal plica, turning his furry head this way and that to exploit every angle. I had never imagined that a doggie tongue was so incredibly long -- or maneuverable. But it was a find that I enjoyed with lascivious delight. And then, just as I thought that the canine had finally achieved the ultimate limits of his oral stretch, I felt his furry snout begin to pry its way into my pussy. I gulped in repulsion, realizing that the animal seemed intention on fucking me with his face. I groaned at the champion but then started to lower my hands to pluck his snout back out of my snatch. But then I flinched, quickly resuming my chin-on-hands pose as Frank looked up and favored me with a rare but disinterested glance. I reached down with trembling helping hand and retrieved my cup of coffee, desperately attempting to maintain a normal expression as a fair parcel of the Akita's snout tunneled its way into my quivering twat.

I set the cup down in its saucer, a rattling noise filling the kitchen as the two while of Red China clattered together under my shaking fingerbreadth. I squirmed in my chair, trying to admit the unbelievable stretching sense in my slit. Then Shindo's natural language lashed out once again, digging its way into previously unexplored part of my prurient fuck sleeve. I could feel the wet tip of his tongue deeply embedded, devouring the viscid dismissal that oozed in an unstoppable flow from my fleshy vaginal bosom. It felt as if the voracious animal was only a few inches short of slipping his aegir spit into the hatchway of my uterus. Accepting that genial image as a challenge I spread my limber thighs even all-inclusive and gently pressed my pelvic arch forward onto his snout. The Akita seemed to sense my wanton need, responding with a forceful push of his own.

A glistening sheen of perspiration broke out on my frontal bone, betraying the effort of our repugnant interaction. The collaborative exercise paid off, and another two inches of furry eyetooth snout were press-fit into my greedy little cunt. But then, just as I was expecting his tongue to resume its lecherous explorations, the Akita pulled back, withdrawing his snout from my snatch and leaving me gaping and in a heroic nation of frustration. Then I heard Shindo gasp a desperate breathing space and I realized the reason for his actions. The hapless doggy was unable to breath with his snout deeply buried in the depths of my smashed wet twat. The Akita's sides heaved as he replenished his oxygen supply.

I gazed down at the cuspid with concern but he appeared to be recovering. Then with renewed vigour he licked the fatheaded froth of cunt cream from his jowls and burrowed his way back into my creamy tunnel of lust. I bit my scummy lip as he stretched me to new limits. A throttle moan of Passion almost escaped my lips. His gazed up at me with an implicit assortment of canine tooth love and lust. His hooter was buried so deep that his dark soulful eye stopped just short-circuit of my widely stretched glistening twat lip. Deep in the deepness of my twat I felt his tongue rush forth, wriggling and twisting as it burrowed its way into the far reaches of my grasping wet embrace.

Suddenly I trembled, feeling the tip of his wriggling tongue rift the entree to a new region of my body. The onset of my orgasm was mental, overwhelmed by the realization that I had the tip of a naughty doggy glossa tickling the entry to my womb. I barely managed to choke back a delirious screech of rapture, throttling it back to a barely audible growl of animalist passion. Then my pussy contracted in a herculean muscle spasm and my coxa bucked in rapid succession, burying even more of Shindo's large nozzle in my alarmingly over-stretched cuckoo. I fought a desperate battle to maintain control of my organic structure, lest I fall to the trading floor flopping like a fish in the handgrip of my orgasmic muscular contraction. My brass knuckles turned lily-white as I gripped the border of the table and hung on in desperation. I bit my dispirited lip as my protracted orgasm caused my pussy to clench down over and over, grasping at the Akita's deeply embedded snout and tongue. Shindo rode me like an expert, moving with my every buck and kink, unrelenting in his viva voce attending. My thighs quivered in a muscular cramp iron as I closed them tightly around the head of my furry friend. Finally, with a quiet gasp, I suddenly relaxed as the last of my coming was wrung from the flexing tissue paper of my cuckoo.

Shindo withdrew, panting and desperate for a renewed inflow of air. My pussy gaped shamelessly and a seeming river of melted cunt butter poured from my open fuck one-armed bandit. The milky discharge dripped freely and clung to both of my inner second joint in a shimmering coating. I blinked, trying to focus on Frank as he sat in his chair, still intent on his of the essence text content. A growing puddle of simmering pussy emollient grew on the trading floor between my feet, but Shindo was quick and bore to lap up all the incriminating evidence.

Frank rose and headed off to go, oblivious as usual.

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December 6th - good afternoon

After a prospicient shower and a quick luncheon I gathered up my courage and made my way down to Bumper's, the ladies-only gym and spa I had found. I went up to the rejoinder and told the girl I was thinking about getting a membership. She introduced herself as Lydia, and told me she was the owner. I was impressed since she seemed to be only a few class older than my age of twenty. Lydia gave me an in-depth tour of duty. We talked about the various exercise classes that were offered and she showed me how to use a lot of the weight motorcar, stationary bikes, and tread-wheel. I liked what I saw, and signed up for a six month rank on the spot.

I had brought some exercising clothes with me, so I went into the locker elbow room and changed. I felt a niggling embarrassed, wearing my old"hullo Kitty"sports bra from highschool school. But I figured I could buy some new gear wheel once I got a sense of what was considered fashionable around here. Stepping back out of the locker room, I surveyed the vast array of gym equipment, not sure where to startle. There was a Jazzercise division in sitting, so I went over to watch, just trying to get a spirit for everything.

As I was standing there, I suddenly felt a front next to me. Standing to my right was a beautiful Melanerpes erythrocephalus, dressed in very brusque short pants and a frayed-out cut-off roll Stones tee shirt. She was in her of late twenties and stood a mates inches marvelous than my five infantry five height."I feel like a kid in a candy memory board,"she remarked, gazing out on the collection of prancing missy in an array of fret, boxers and closely yoga knickers. I felt a bit self-conscious. I was a cut one hundred and fifteen pounds, but was feeling a bit cushy and wiggly compared to the tough, tilt bodies on exhibit in the class.

"I'm Maggie, by the way,"the redhead introduced herself."You look like you're new here."

"Yeah, hi, I'm Suzy,"I replied, extending my hand."And yeah, first day. I'm like a total gym virgin, so be conciliate,"I joked.

"Oh ? Really ?"Maggie replied, looking me up and down."fountainhead ... how intriguing."I gave her a well-disposed smile in return, excited to already be making friends."So ..."Maggie continued, bobbing her head slightly towards the other side of the gym."You wan na ?"

I looked in the direction she had gestured, completely baffled as to what she was suggesting."I'm sorry, do I wan na what ?"I replied with a smile.

Maggie drifted her aid back to the employment social class for a moment, and then turned back to me."coquette,"she replied."Do you want to come eat my pussy ?"

My low-toned jaw dropped, thinking I must not have heard her correctly. She saw my look of jolt and a red flush of embarrassment began to fawn up her face."Oh my god,"she stammered."I'm so sorry ! You're not one of Lydia's daughter, are you ? It's just that ... Oh, dammit, it's just that you're wearing that ‘ Hello Kitty'sports bra ... All of Lydia's girls always wear a pink ‘ Hello pussycat ’. It's kind of like the surreptitious handclasp around here ... So I just thought ... Dammit ! Please, I am so sorry,"Maggie stammered in nervous apology.

"Wait ..."I replied in a rustling, slowly piecing it together as I glanced around nervously."You mean that there are ... prostitutes here at the gym, working for Lydia ? Lesbian prostitutes ?"Oddly, I didn't find myself so much offended as intrigued by the shocking notion.

Maggie bit her lower lip, looking down at the flooring like a naughty schoolgirl, nodding."Please,"she begged,"I didn't mean value anything by it. It was just a mistake, that's all ... Like I said, all of Lydia's girls always wear that ‘ how-do-you-do kitty'logo like you have on, and you're so cute, so I just thought you ..."She looked like she was going to cry.

I felt a foreign impression lavation over me, similar to that gumption of insurrection I had felt when I first let my doggie Shindo punch my panties at the breakfast table. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I wrestled with the conflicting cerebration awash in my mind. Taking Maggie's hands in mine, I leaned in finale."Shhh ... It's ok."I whispered. A grateful expression washed over her.

I paused, fearing that this was one of those potentially sorcerous moments, and it was balanced on the edge of slipping away forever. I swallowed, trying to gather my courage."I ... ah ... I'm not one of Lydia's ... you know ... girls,"I stammered nervously."But do you think that ... maybe ... you could learn me ?"I swallowed again, feeling a flush of plethora rise up my face. Had I just done that ? Had I just propositioned a lesbian at the gym ? Well, I guess that was one way to make an interesting impression right off the bat. I felt my heart beating in my chest of drawers as I looked deep into her optic, visually pleading for her to not reject me."Please ..."I urged her in a pleading voicelessness."Thatch me how to ... to eat out your pretty little pussy."

A wide smiling crossed Maggie's face and she nodded eagerly, taking my script in tow and leading me across the gym. After my dog Shindo's get oral discussion of my slit this morning, I certainly had a few ideas in my brain, but resolved myself to letting Maggie instruct me the proverbial ropes.

Reaching the front desk, Maggie asked Lydia in an excited rustling,"Can we get a key to a massage room ?"Lydia looked at us in confusion."A showcase of mistaken identity element,"Maggie explained, gently tracing her finger across the ‘ Hello kitten'look-alike printed across the left field bosom of my play bra."But we got it sorted out, so now Suzy here is officially ‘ in training ’. You two can talk later and work out the details."Lydia scowled, shooting Maggie a disapproving expression. Then she reluctantly handed over a key, saying null. I could tell she was not thrilled about Maggie's unsolicited recruiting efforts.

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Dec 6th - Later that Afternoon

"starting time time with Maggie ?"Lydia inquired with a knowing smirk as I approached the front line counter at the gym about an hour later to return her key. A flush of shame rushed up my grimace.

"first base time -- with any girl,"I whispered, running my fingers through my wet and matted fuzz. Lydia gave me a knowing smiling, having apparently gotten over her early irritation."That miss is a bit of a squirter,"she acknowledged with a impish smile. I let the understatement pedestal without further scuttlebutt, looking down at the all-encompassing, wet splatter of female ejaculation that stained to the highest degree of the battlefront of my athletics bra with Maggie's signature scent.

"So Maggie explained the arranging to you ?"Lydia asked, carrying on a casual conversation as if I weren't standing there soaked in vaginal juices.

"I think so,"I acknowledged quietly, trying to ignore my subconscious mind as it offered up give-and-take like ‘ lesbian, prostitute, and whore ’. Checking around to see if anyone else was within listening distance, I continued."Maggie paid me sixty buck. Your cut for anything that happens at the gym is one-third. Anything outside the gym is my own business. If I'm wearing anything with ‘ Hello jackpot ’, it means I'm ‘ working'that day. If anyone starts asking nosy questions, I'm out, and you don't know aught. Oh, and the customer is always right."

Lydia gave a slight nod of her caput as I recited each point from memory board."Clever missy,"she praised, gesturing towards my fistful of circular with a movie of her finger. I peeled off the to the lowest degree mucilaginous twenty dollar bill bill for her and tucked the residuum into my sac."Welcome to the gym,"Lydia offered

Just then Maggie strolled by, a spring in her step and looking immensely satisfied. He gave my ass a playful slap as she passed. She paused, leaning over tabulator with a susurration to my new ‘ hirer ’."That's a prize little puss, there Lydia. You put that little girl and her magic natural language to play for you !"

I blushed fiercely at the compliment and gave her departing figure a wave as the figurehead door banged shut. I turned and headed for the cascade, realizing that I was going to necessitate to place in a whole lot more ‘ Hello pussycat'workout clothes if I planned on presenting a clean appearance for each new customer during the day. But for today there was zero to be done but simply muddle through. I went back over to the exercising way, seeing what new aid I might attract in the bunch of young lady ...

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December 9th - dawn

Frank left early this morning, not having bothered to enjoin me in advance about a week-long business trip he had scheduled. I couldn't find the motivation to get up for breakfast, thinking I would just slumber in. But I was awakened with a soft dogtooth whine. I turned on the nightstand luminosity and there was Shindo, his eyes just seeable over the border of the bed, looking at me with an anticipant wag of his after part. The big Akita had definitely become a fan of our new morning routine and after an inexplicable delay he had come up to see when his morning breakfast"kickshaw"would be delivered. I groaned and rolled over, reaching out to present him a work-shy scratch on the neck.

The Akita was not appeased with my efforts. With an effortless leaping, the Brobdingnagian dog leapt up onto the bed, causing the frame to skreak under the impact."Shindo ! Naughty Doggy !"I chastised, half-heartedly trying to shoo him back off onto the floor. He resisted and I giggled at the game."Well, at least you came to wish me a happy birthday,"I sighed sadly. I had hoped in vain that Frank might suffer left a card, flowers, or a present for my 21st, but found no evidence of any such efforts.

Shindo barked and lunged at me teasingly and we tussled in the cover. I shrieked in surprise as I tumbled from the bed, dragging a maze of book binding, pillows, and a barking Akita with me as I fell. Laughing I squirmed to unwrap myself from the noose of the blankets wound around my branch. As I struggled to get onto my manpower and knees I suddenly felt a large weight land on my cover. Shindo wrapped his furry social movement paws around my au naturel torso. I felt something rigid and fleshy prod insistently at the cotton genitalia of my panty as the large Akita jostled for locating on my retrousse tail end. I glanced over at the full distance mirror on the water closet threshold, seeing Shindo mounted on my rachis. His furred haunches ground against my firm lilliputian panty-clad rump.

He pulled back for a present moment and I gasped at the reflected image. The Akita was sporting a huge erection ! It was every bit of eight column inch in length, and looked to be as midst as my wrist. A long, vile dip of pre-cum dangled from the fleshy tip. Shindo turned and looked at me in the mirror, our eyes meeting and locking in a meaningful central. Now I suppose that any reverential young woman will tell you that she would deliver immediately put a full stop to this obscene growing. Honestly, I'll believe that when I see it. My endocrine were raging from my Lesbian showdown at the gym over the past times respective Day. I had been too long ignored by a inattentive husband. There wasn't even much of a moral quandary. One way or another, I was going to get my birthday fuck !

Straining against the Akita's body weight I managed to rise to a kneeling position. Shindo kept his front paws tightly locked around my rib cage, hopping awkwardly on his hind peg as I shifted billet. His furry paw clamped possessively around my body, just underneath my minor firm boob. My nipples were perked into rigid piddling overweight brown nubs of lust. My fingerbreadth frantically reached for the waistband of my scanty, dragging them down to my knees and exposing my rapidly moistening pussy. With a grunt I dropped back down onto my script and knee as the huge dog's weight once Sir Thomas More settled down onto my book binding. Shido squirmed, maneuvering himself into billet. I wriggled my hips in invitation. Carefully the Akita maneuvered the tip of his cock into alignment, finding the opening to my quivering twat and easing himself just inside.

With graceful motion, Shindo pressed himself forward. Nearly half his cock slid into my bitch with a delicious friction. I groaned with heat, clenching my vaginal muscles, causing him to slowly grind to a halt. He issued an excited bark, thrilled to discover that his human female person friend had a wonderfully besotted and fuckable twat. He withdrew, fighting against the greedy, grasping embrace of my humid fuck burrow. Only the tip of his cock remained embedded as he steadied himself. Then with a forceful lunge he thrust up and into me. I met him with a sensual response of my own, urgently rolling my hips up and back. I grunted under the wallop, my defenseless ass cheeks flattening as they pushed up tight against his furry haunches. With that vigorous thrust he was fully hilted, his full round ball sack pressed up tight against my vaginal back talk.

He paused, jostling on my back as he adjusted his posture. Then, as if by common unspoken agreement, we both built up to a furious pace. He pounded me like a machine, his haunches a fuzz as he thrust and withdrew in a cycle of brutal, punishing nooky thrusting. I moaned like a whore, bucking my hips frantically as I clenched my vaginal muscular tissue, milking the length of his massive peter. Our sexual coupling was savage, animalistic, and exactly what I desperately needed. I felt him grip down harder around my rib cage, betraying the urgency of his motion. His jaws latched onto a patch of my foresighted light-haired hair's-breadth, yanking my mind backwards and causing me to curve my rachis downward in response. My hips rolled upward, pressing my quivering pussy harder into his loins. My cunt lips rippled, clasping his pistoning cock in a stiff, loving embrace. Vaginal fluids drained from the sloshed seal between my lips and his shaft. A calm trickle oozed out and splattered down into the panties spanned between my knees. Soaking through the thin cottony material they began to go around a wet stain into the pricy oriental person rug beneath me.

Shindo lunged forward and held his post, every go throbbing inch of his massive shaft socketed deep in my thankful piddling cunt. He issued a quieten whine and then I felt his cock air mile lead off to swell inside my pussy. It was the vital moment. If I expelled him now I could relinquish myself from this punishing intimate encounter. But I knew if I delayed, my fate would be sealed. Cunt and canine would be coupled together until he unloaded his nut into the depths of my womb. There was really only one pick in the matter. I lowered my face to the carpet in a subservient position, pressing my hip back against him hard. The desolate cheeks of my firm rump flattened as I ground myself against him. I clenched down tightly with my pussy, making sure he had no hazard to escape. My naked thighs trembled with great lecherousness as I felt his gnarl continue to puff up. My pussy strained with the monumental stretching, the rim of my cunt bulging outward around his round, fleshy anchor. His grayback swelled to its upper limit size, throbbing ominously within the straining lips of my kitty. I was securely mounted and zero could class us now.

Shingo let go of my fuzz and raised his read/write head towards the ceiling. A protracted howl filled the elbow room, accompanied by my eager squeal of warmth. I felt his lump pull up tight against the widely splayed rim of my snatch, contracting in a powerful spasm. His shaft swelled alarmingly within the confines of my tight footling cunt as a thundering load of hot dog cum raced down the length of his shaft. I gasped, feeling him explode inside me. A geyser of doggy sperm rocketed into my vaginal tunnel, a tidal moving ridge of frothing goo spraying and splattering every last nook and chap of my quivering kitty-cat. I shrieked, feeling my twat convulse in a powerful orgasm. My rippling vaginal musculus clamped down tight on his invading shaft, milking him in a powerful grip as his cum carom unloaded his second eruption into my substance.

My climax raced through my body. I clenched my tooth as my vision blurred. My second joint and tummy shivered with lewd delectation as my pussy lips seemed to writhe with a mind of their own. I even felt my tight minuscule prick pucker in and out in a rhythmic series of orgasmic contractions, gaping out-of-doors and then clenching tightly shut as I shuddered and gasped for hint.

Shindo jab again, raising my articulatio genus off the trading floor with the effect of his lunge. A third base fountain of dog cum was forcefully delivered into my pussy. I felt the touchy tissues begin to stretch, filled to the limit with an overstuffing of cock and cum. The Akita's peter swelled once more, quivering in the grasp of my orgasmic vaginal embrace as his balls pumped furiously. With no place left within my kitty-cat, his scalding gusher of cum boiled over into my womb, coating my viscera with a soothing glaze of his gluey erotic love potion. I was absolutely good to the lip. Shindo bucked his haunches again, seemingly tireless in his efforts to inject his gooey seed into every last crevice of my cunt. But I was finally overloaded. I felt my tummy fashion plate as his shaft pulsed, launching ever Sir Thomas More long sinewy roach of churning cum into my cunt. The Navy SEAL of my clutching cunt brim around his throbbing rooster gave way and a cascade of frothing cum and vaginal juice gushed Forth, splattering obscenely into my slopped panty and onto the now ruined imported rug.

Shindo gave one net exhausted poking and more rivulets of our mixed pick drained from my exhausted slit. Then he collapsed on my spinal column, both of our English heaving as we desperately fought to find our breathing space. As his breathing finally resumed normal he gave the spinal column of my cervix a serial publication of loving clout. Then he attempted to unhorse. I held him firm, clutching down tightly with the warm embracement of my snuggery kitty-cat, not wanting to lose that grand adept of fulfillment. He conceded to my desires, resting heavily on my back as his turncock slub slowly subsided in the grip of my vaginal embrace. I felt his muscular core drubbing and my own acquired his rhythm, throbbing as a undivided coupled beast. After what must have been nearly half an hr his knot had finally deflated down to normal size. There was zippo I could do to stop the retreat of his softening cock as it slithered from my pinnace cunt. A shower of unenviable fluid poured from my gaping have a go at it yap as he withdrew, adding to the hopeless stain on the rug beneath me. watercourse of our mingled liberation oozed down my defenseless second joint as I basked in the fading afterglow.

Finally I rose, sinew aching from the awkward position. I dragged the cum-drenched panties the oddment of the way off my wooden leg and took a recollective soothing rain shower. I toweled off, feeling my cunt continue to drain. I glanced at my throw out step-in on the floor, soiled wet with dog cum and vaginal goo. With a perverse sense of accolade I tugged the used scanty back on, wriggling my hip to firmly sit down them. The sticky wet crotch paste itself securely to my still tender vaginal pile. I inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of fagged sex as it enveloped me in a heady cloud. And then, throwing on a pair of stew and an old tee shirt, I went out to the mall, looking to further expatiate my inventory of ‘ howdy Kitty'workout wear with some well-deserved natal day shopping.

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December 9th - good afternoon

After an betimes dejeuner and a shower I finally made it to the gym. numerous calls of"Hey Suzy !"began to ring out before I even made it to the building. I grinned and waved to them all. I had only been here a week, but I had never felt so welcome and at home anywhere in my life-time.

interior, Lydia greeted me at the battlefront desk. I settled up my account with her from the premature day, realizing that I had managed to pocket over six hundred dollars yesterday, even after paying out her percentage. It certainly didn't seem like ‘ work ’, I thought with a grinning. The whimsy briefly crossed my mind that I was no longer entirely dependent on Frank's money for my existence.

After we finished our monetary telephone exchange, Lydia motioned me into her office, closing the doorway behind us. She obviously wanted to say something, but seemed unsure of how to commence."How do you feel about ass ?"she finally inquired. I looked at her for a stunned moment and then realized she must be leading up to some sort of a joke.

"fountainhead, I did wed one,"I offered in an uncertain tone. Lydia laughed heartily in response.

But then her expression turned back to the unplayful. She licked her sassing, pausing in an embarrassing silence, trying to choose her word of honor."I've had some ... ‘ exceptional request'from some of the ma'am at the gym ..."she began, trailing off at the end. I cocked an eyebrow, queer as to what she was tap-dancing around. Taking a oceanic abyss breath, she forged ahead."We used to take in a girl here who had a particular talent that our premium customer really miss. She was ... well, she had a bit of ... of an anal fetish. So they were wondering if you ... I mean, no force per unit area, if that's not your affair, but I just thought I would flip it out there ..."She stopped there, looking at me expectantly.

I looked back at her, trying to process the illogical information."Do you mean ..."I glanced around nervously even though we were safely in her closed off federal agency."You mean like ... licking young lady'... asshole ?"I inquired in a whisper. My eyes were encompassing. Why was my gist hammering double-time ? I felt a flush of red wash over my face. Lydia nodded slightly, waiting for me to respond.

"Girls do that ?"I replied in stunned astonishment, trying to suppose such a thing."Gosh, ah, Lydia, I don't know ... I mean, I've never actually ... you know ... done that."I replied still in a skittish whisper.

"Had you ever eaten cunt before starting here ?"Lydia inquired with a jiffy. I shook my head, grinning. My living had been painfully boring and normal until just a few days ago."Well, you're one of those rare natural natural endowment when it comes to lapping up twat. I'll bet that hot minuscule natural language of yours could exploit its special deception rimming out a tight little butthole too."

I pondered that, unable to chance any flaw in her logic."Rimming"I asked in a curious hush, never having heard the full term.

Lydia frowned, trying to figure out how to best explain it. Suddenly her look brightened."Here, I'll show you,"she replied. Stepping to her computing device she pulled up the internet and typed in a hunting for lesbian rimming. A shower of connection for image and television filled the screen. I gasped at the tidy sum, holding my hand over my mouth in electrical shock."Pull up that one !"I urged breathlessly as a particularly pretty twosome of young lady caught my attention. After an in-depth investigation of several TV and numerous photos, Lydia closed the covert, much to my disappointment.

"Well, what should I tell them ?"she ask."It usually pays about duple what you're getting now."

I pondered my result. The money sure was tempting. And I found myself More than a little intrigued by the mind. But could I bring myself to do it in actuality ? I didn't want to make hope to Lydia and then find my accomplishment were not up to the job."I'm just not sure I would be just at it,"I confessed."I mean, maybe if one of the girls were willing to let me try to learn ..."

Lydia considered this, her head working as to who might serve well as a willing tutor. As her genial bike turned, I found my gaze drawn down to the rounded swell of her hips. She was wearing a tight, white mini chick that hugged itself to the curves of her shapely rump. I subconsciously licked my lips, wondering what marvelous hoarded wealth might lay buried deep in the cranny of her luscious ass. I could feel my pantie begin to drizzle at the thought. She turned to look at me, not missing the counseling of my unembarrassed stare. Without a word she reached behind her and tugged down the zipper of her chick. The silky garment seemed to swarm down her shapely legs, leaving her firm creamy rear end clad only in a specify thong panty that was wedged tightly into the crack of her ass.

She bent over the desk. I approached her from behind, my heart pounding in my chest. I knelt down behind her, thinking to myself that ‘ kissing your bosses ass'was rarely performed so literally. With trembling hired man I reached up and found the constringe cincture of her G-string panties. I tugged them downward, dredging the thin out circle out of the crack of her ass. The modest triangular private parts of the scanty peeled slowly off her vaginal mound, trailing shimmering pennon of purulent lube that soaked the cottony crotch. She stepped with one foot and then the other as I worked the panties off her human foot. Her high hound gave a wonderful lift to her shapely ass as she leaned over the desk. Freed from her step-in, Lydia widened her stance, spreading her firm, tanned legs. Her ass crack gaped open before me, exposing her au naturel pussy. And there, just a scant inch in high spirits, I found the physical object of my lewd desire.

I had never seen an anus close up before. It was a marvelously cute niggling lineament, framed so perfectly between her creamy white ass cheeks. The knit, wrinkled chassis was a pinkish brown. The wrinkles radiated outward from the tightly clutched center, forming a hone little star-shaped orifice. I knew from the bit I saw it that I was in love and lust.

I leaned in, working my face into the deep cleft of her ass crack. I used my hands to spread her boldness, allowing me to delve deeper. Without a breath of hesitation I pressed my lips to Lydia's puckered niggling pooper. I heard her gasp with pleasure as I nuzzled her in an obscene kiss. I let my tongue flicker out, teasing and gently probing the incredibly miserly opposition of her rectal portal. Applying more pressure, the battle between my tidal bore clapper and Lydia's fiercely clenched fiddling shit socket began ...

... As I finished, Lydia collapsed across the desk with a concluding orgasmic spasm. My exhausted tongue finally pulled from its deeply embedded position in her rectum. Wiping my face and savoring the aftertaste, I watched with satisfaction as Lydia shuddered her way through a series of post-orgasmic twitching."I ... I think you just earned your foremost promotional material,"She offered in a breathless spokesperson. I flashed a huge grin in response.

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December 10th - Evening

After I left Lydia's berth yesterday, she had enthusiastically spread the Holy Writ that I was now useable -- and highly advocate -- for ‘ scoop services ’, to use her term. ‘ Ass licking'struck me as such a vulgar sounding way to put it, so I liked her sugar-coating term instead. But regardless of what we chose to call it, my schedule for today filled rapidly. I had to progress to an other start to get all the aegir Lady worked in. By the end of a very longsighted day, I had seen enough fiddling pink lady rectums up close and personal to survive me for a while. But I had well over one thousand one dollar bill in my pocket for my efforts, even after paying Lydia her cut.

I drove menage, distracted by the relentless quiver I felt in my ass. I kept thinking of all of those soaked little pucker I had spent the day petting and tonguing out. An expectant grinning crossed my face as I pulled into the driveway. I hoped Shindo wasn't too raging with me. I hadn't had sentence to pander in our morning play with him today, so I thought he might be feeling a bit overlook. Well, maybe letting the Akita wriggle his eager tongue up my tight little twitching whoreson was just the bonding experience we needed to patch things up.

But my lusty fantasies came crashing to a stop as the service department door rolled up and there was Frank's car. Apparently his byplay misstep had ended early. I cursed my bad luck but put on my best fake smile and greeted him as I came in the door. He gave me a disorder moving ridge and went back to the conversation on his sound. An empty container of Chinese take-out sat on the kitchen table. I noted he hadn't bothered to get one for me. Disgusted, I decided to simply head to bed early.

Shindo greeted me in the hall with a friendly bark. But as I stormed past with my temper building, his prat drooped with uncertainty. He turned and cautiously followed me up to the bedroom. I tossed my purse onto the bed with an angry motion. The Akita gave a quiet whine of concern and settled down onto the carpet, his head between his social movement paws with a sad look, watching me.

Suddenly I realized that I wasn't going to let wienerwurst fluff my evening. I had planned for a nice intimate time with my doggy, and darn it, that's what I was going to get. In fact, I found I couldn't maintenance less that hot dog was right down step. I reached under my mini skirt and peeled off my sticky-wet panties. I tossed the undies in the way of the canine and he eagerly began to sniff and figure out the drenched and slippery cotton genital organ. I discarded skirt and play bra and kicked off my tennis shoes, leaving me dressed in zip but my pink articulatio talocruralis socks.

I sat on the bed and then lay down on my back, my legs draped over the edge. I patted my naked thigh and Shindo rose, empennage wagging happily. I spread my legs, opening myself as he approached, wondering how I might entice Shindo to lick my ass instead of just my kitty. The big canine however had another plan in psyche. Reaching the bed he reared up with his front man paws, straddling my prone pattern. I looked down, seeing his huge hard-on bobbing ominously below his furry belly. The meaty barb was aligned directly with my loins. He thrust forward, his whoreson finding my wet snatch and sinking easily into its welcoming embracing. I groaned with passion as he began to stroke in and out.

But somehow it just wasn't enough. It wasn't enough with Frank right downstairs, not saying two Scripture to me after returning from his trip. It wasn't enough after a day of unfulfilled sexual vim at the gym. My pinnace slight butthole puckered back and Forth, demanding attention. I tried to resist, but the salacious urge was too sinewy. I squirmed backwards on the bed, moving away from the rapidly thrusting Akita. He pulled back to ready another punishing fuck-thrust, but his cock slipped from my pussy. pounding and glistening wet with my vaginal juices it tucked up pissed under his furry tummy, dripping long filament of my honeyed sexual lubrication. He whined in protest, wondering why his pussy-ride had come to a premature end.

I squirmed back into spatial relation. Reaching down, I found and grasped his cock, feeling it quiver in my grip. I rolled my hips upward, blindly maneuvering the tip of his doggy dickhead between my legs. I sighed with lustful anticipation as the fleshy tip of his dick eased its way into the break up dimple of my ass. Shindo paused in uncertainty. This didn't feel like fille pussy. He gave an data-based push button. My blotto piddling rectal gateway trembled, pulsing in and out as his slippery hammer pommel increased the pressure. I bit my lower lip, feeling myself get down to stretch. Then suddenly my anus blossomed subject and the beginning few inches of bow-wow cock were forced into my straining cocksucker. The Akita looked at me with an bewilder expression on his face. What a wonderful discovery to get that human girls apparently had two pussies he could fuck ! And this second little fuck tunnel was so a good deal mingy than the first ! He withdrew, leaving just the tip of his cock inside me. Then he thrust again. He plowed deeply and I moaned, spreading my legs wider.

Instinctively I brought my peg up, wrapping them around his furry haunches and crossing my ankles over his lower back. This rolled my pelvic arch upward, perfectly aligning my quivering little rectal gateway with his thrusting cock. He stroked backwards, a mind-numbing clash burning within my clutching bowels as dog and girl shape skimmed in passing. Then he pounded me with a right stab as I urged him into me with a despairing clenching of my wooden leg. Slowly he ground to a stoppage, the unbelievable tightness of my anal shag sleeve rippling along his embedded length. His doggy musket ball throbbed against my ass and I knew he was fully sheathed inside me.

He stroked out and hammered back in. My thighs rippled with the clash impact. As my nether opening stretched to accommodate him, the Akita began to pick up speed. I uncrossed my wooden leg from his back, returning them to the bed and spreading myself across-the-board underneath him in open invitation. He began to piston in and out at a frantic yard. I desperately tried to contact him lunge for thrust with my hips, but eventually he out-paced me. I simply lay back on the bed, my tooth jarring with every beast full-length insertion, moaning with mindless passion.

I felt his cock mi get down to well up, stretching my puckered piddling anus to new dimensions as he forced the enlarged organ into my rectal grasp. But then I groaned, stretched to my limitation as he tugged his Calidris canutus back out of my ass. The Akita was lost in a mindless frenzy of butt-fuck lust and all that mattered was the joy of each full-depth diagonal in and out of my trembling anal bosom. He drove forward and I barely managed to choke back a shriek as his rapidly swelling cock slub once again bore down on my plastered little bunghole. The Akita scrambled for grip, claws scratching for purchase on the hardwood floor. I felt myself stretched to obscene limits and then, with a wet ‘ pop ’, Shindo's knot was once more driving force into my rectum. He withdrew and I felt my anal gateway bulge outward. tear watered in my eyes and then I grunted as the greyback wrenched free of my lustful anal embrace.

Shindo thrust forward again, grinding his nautical mile against the muscular ring of my rectum. My nether porta quivered with the tenor as the Akita punched his haunches in repeated attempts to reinsert himself. I wrapped my ankles back around him, pulling mean and grinding my pelvis in a circular motion. But despite our combined efforts, the knot had swollen to impossibly Brobdingnagian proportions. The canine let out a frustrated whimper, realizing the crucial error he had made. He frantically continued to thrust, but the well gnarl was now hopelessly too turgid and impossible to force back into my pixilated small asshole. We would hold to make due without being tied.

The panting eye tooth pounded into me with eager, lust-filled thrusts. His glossa lolled from his jawbone and his sides heaved as the passion overwhelmed him. In a terminal desperate motion he pulled back hard on his cock, perhaps intention on delivering one final potent lunge in an attempt to sink his nautical mile in my ass. But as he withdrew, one rear paw slipped on the hardwood level. Thrown off equaliser, his throbbing cock slipped free of my rectal cavity.

He regained his footing and plowed forward with his furry haunches. But released from the guiding line of my anal retentive eff tunnel, his cock snapped upward as he attempted to drive house. I felt the length of his hot shaft slip through the parted rim of my pussy. His mi pressed into the hugging embracing of my vaginal plica but the end of his shaft skimmed freely on through. I felt his swinging balls contract, pressed up tight against my gaping cocksucker. The large tool ray swelled and then erupted with a churning outpouring of dog cum. The awkward geyser rocketed from the tip of his exposed cock, arching upward as it sprayed between his furry nominal head branch. The syrupy lead seemed to hang in the air and then laid itself down, splattering a heavy peck that drenched me from pap to font and lathered itself into my hair.

The Akita cycled his haunches and thrust forward a secondment time, his back curving as he committed every straining canine tooth muscle into the travail. The initiative boneheaded hose-down of cum was but a adumbration of his instant drive. His legs trembling, the dog unleashed a monumental torrent of sticky sperm as if blown from a cannon. The initial impingement caught me total in the case, glazing my shocked expression with an oozing frosting that was layered on thick. As the brute followed through with his fuck-thrust his prick angled higher, launching the heavy pennon of cum above my head. It splattered against the headboard with a wet impact and draped itself in sticky, oozing tracks across the fine silk piece of paper and pillows at the straits of the bed.

The tertiary eruption fired lower, skimming over my naked belly and gushing like a raging river through the gap of segmentation. It arched upward at the end of his stroke, drenching another glistening splattering of delicious indignity across my face.

Seemingly appalled at the senseless wastefulness of a monumental load of cum, the Akita calmed his frantic pace, hoping to put at least some of his churning milky discharge on target. He paused just a fraction of second in his frantic cycle of fuck-thrusts, squatting lower on his haunches as he lunged forward for another attempt. His scratch hammered forward, driven by an urgent uncoiling of his muscular haunches. Cum launched from his dickhead, splattering the tender frame around my slowly constricting anal gateway, giving me a brief forewarning of his impending entry. The tip of his spewing cock prick made contact, perfectly centered, and battered its way through any trace of fleshy anal resistance without remorse. I moaned, feeling the wax length of his cock once again stretch my rectal handing over. Cum frothed from his asshole as he buried himself up to his knot, soothing the burning friction in my ass with a wonderful coating of his canine making love juice.

My orgasm flared to life history as his motherfucker was press-fit into my asshole. I moaned, desperately resisting the urge to confess with lustful passion. My rippling sphincter muscle muscle clamped down tight on his invading calamus, gripping him in an pressing embrace and pulling him ever deeper. Shindo withdrew, fighting against the muscular milking natural action of my ass. My thighs and tummy shivered with spasms of delight. Then he plunged into my steamy rectal depths once more, cock spewing relentlessly as he cored into me. Hot churning cum coated my insides and I felt as if my orgasmic pleasance was causing me to run. Hot flashgun erupted across my torso, causing a glistening sheen of sweat to teem Forth River from my hyper-sensitive hide. He thrust once more and I bucked my hips, grinding my teeth with the crusade and wanting -- needing -- ever bit of him inside me. His balls contracted against the crack of my ass as I rolled my hips upward to mirror his motility. Panting, the Akita's stopcock gushed a final time and I felt my bowels swell with a warm soothing wiz.

The canine trembled, panting desperately as he held his slowly softening prick in the rippling embracement of my shuddering anal retentive shtup sleeve. Then, almost reluctantly, he withdrew. I quivered with post-orgasmic delight as the gentle friction arose with his departure. With a wet slurp his dog cock slipped from my gaping asshole. Dog cum poured from the give orifice as I sighed with satisfaction.

A exhibitioner would probably have been advisable, but I wanted nothing more than to relish the afterglow of these terrific star. Shindo curled up on his blanket in the corner as I turned off the lightness. Snuggling my way into the cum-splattered sheets I dropped quickly off to kip. If Frank noticed anything amiss by the time he joined me in bed, he didn't bother to pee-pee mention of it.

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December 11th - aurora

They say your life can exchange in a day. Today was apparently my day. The morning started off normally enough. Frank even remarked at breakfast that Shindo seemed so very well behaved these twenty-four hour period. Almost as if he was rid of his teemingness of flighty muscularity. I smiled quietly to myself, having some theories on how that might have come about.

My first client of the day was Abby. She was a petite short brunette and some sort of hot-shot lawyer. She always hit the gym early to blow of a small steam before going in to work. I was more than happy to help. Abby's thighs draped over my shoulder and clenched tightly around my heading as she shuddered through a muscular coming. Her muscularity strained as she shivered, her clenched fist clenched as she writhed on her back on the massage table. Then she collapsed with a fulfill squeal of delight. Her hips twitched as I replaced my tongue with my digit. I gently eased my midway finger into the astuteness of her hot little shitter while my thumb wormed its way into the depths of her slippery goof. Her hired man closed gently over mine, urging me deeper. Slowly I twisted my wrist in a sensual, flier motion as she purred in reception. She sat up, running her fingers through my hair's-breadth and pulling my brass to hers. We kissed, spit wrestling as I shared the taste of her mellisonant trivial ass with her.

Then she released me, collapsing back down onto the table. She gave a gruelling suspiration. I wiped her juices from my face and asked her what was wrong.

"Oh, it's no big thing, I suppose,"she explained."It's just that we have this Great Dane, Spencer. He's normally a wonderful dog, but, wow, sometimes he just seems hang of causing trouble. You have no idea how much problem a huge dog like that can be if he puts his mind to it.

I chuckled, regaling her with some of Shindo's more notorious exploits. She laughed, wondering out loud if there was any sort of answer.

"Your dog is either lonely or sexually frustrated,"I suggested."He either needs a acquaintance, or -- substantially yet -- a fuck-buddy."

Abby looked thoughtful, asking me how I knew. Well, I don't really know how it happened, but one history led to another. Before I knew it, I was spilling my sand to her, telling her every sordid detail of my horrid life with Frank, and even my confidant experiences with my Akita. I half expected her to react in shock. But then -- only moments earlier -- I had my natural language wriggling deep in the clutching confines of her rectum. So perhaps her expectations of my morals weren't all that in high spirits to get down with. Embarrassingly, I ended up with my head in Abby's lap, crying as my floor poured out of me while she lovingly stroked my hair.

Finally I rose, apologizing to her for making a prospect as I looked down at the trading floor in shame. She put her finger under my Chin, raising my gaze to meet hers."I think I might just feature a perfectly wonderful solvent to ever finally bit of this,"she promised with a smile.

I tried to get her to excuse, but she asked me to simply believe her. She asked if I could do that. nictitation away the tears, I slowly nodded. We gathered our things and she led me to the parking lot. She triggered the remote on her Francis Scott Key and a white Bugatti blinked its luminance and chirped in response.

"This is your car ?"I asked, staring in amazement at the exotic machine.

She shrugged dismissively."One of them,"she replied."My husband Dillon likes toys."I couldn't assistant but think that it sounded similar to my husband dog. But the way Abby looked when she talked about Dillon made me distrust that their family relationship was far more convinced than my own. We rumbled through the streets, finding our way to an exclusive gated subdivision. Crossing through a second gate put us on what first seemed like another residential street. But I gasped in awe when the roadway ended in a circular drive in front line of a vast house. Leaving the car in the drive, Abby invited me inside. I was overwhelmed. I thought my hubby Frank liked his exhibit of wealth, but we lived like paupers in comparison. Marble statues lined the immense accounting entry hallway, and the rampart of the living room were covered with what I presumed to be original whole kit and caboodle of classic art.

Abby and I sat down on the Andrew D. White leather couch. All of the furnishings were exquisite, but I couldn't help but notice a shattered corner on the matching recliner, its stuffing spilling out onto the flooring."Spencer,"Abby explained, rolling her heart. My eyes fell on a Brobdingnagian Great Dane, napping on the floor behind the president. He gave a lazy clunk of his huge tail in response and then rolled back on his side to proceed his nap. Then she took my manpower in hers, and explained her plan. My optic went wide as she laid out the details ...

... My heart was pounding as she finished. I bit my lip, pondering this huge change to my living. Slowly I nodded in agreement. Abby flashed an eager smiling."I'm so excited !"she announced."Now, I will need to determine with Dillon to make sure he's ok with this too,"she explained. I waited pensively as she picked up her phone."Dillon, honey, it's me. I'm sorry to bother you at workplace, but can your absolved an hour from your schedule and come home ? Yes, yes, it's very important. No, I really can't explicate it over the speech sound. I'll just have to show you, but I think you'll be thrilled ... OK, Sweets, I'll see you in half an 60 minutes. Bye !"She put away her phone."He'll be here at 9:30,"she explained."In the hateful time, why don't you see if you can't get friends with Herbert Spencer over there ?"I rose and approached the monstrously potent Great Dane. He surely weighed in at well over 200 pounds. But the big lug rolled onto his back as I approached, his tail wagging happily.

As promised, Dillon arrived home promptly at 9:30. His wife went to recognize him in the ledger entry, leaving me exclusively with Spencer. They were talking excitedly as they came into the living elbow room."... Anyway, she followed me home. Can we keep her ? Pleeeeeeease ?"Abby joked by way of first introduction, getting a laugh from her husband. But then she took on a more serious tone."Dillon,"she announced proudly,"This is Suzy. If you approve, she's going to be our new personal assistant. And as you can see, she already has some theory on how to help us with Spencer's subject area issues."

I was dire to have a good first impression on Dillon. I meant to compliment him on what a charming married woman he had, and to gush about his fabulous habitation. Perhaps even say something witty. But alas, all I could manage was a serial publication of stammering groan,"Ugh..ugh..umff."It wasn't exactly my most articulate moment, but in my defense, I did cause twelve in of Spencer's soda-can sized dog cock hammering orb deep into my anus like a jack malleus as I lay draped over the armrest of the recliner. Spencer chose that here and now to thrust trench and hard with a powerful lunge, causing me to uprise up on my toes. I issued a concupiscent squeal of delight as he embedded his stopcock air mile and allowed the monstrous organ to swell to obscene proportions inside the clutching clasp of my rectal orifice.

"fountainhead,"Dillon pondered."Spencer sure seems enamored with her. That's a good reference."The Great Dane howled and unloaded the first of seemingly endless extravasation of hot frothing dog cum into my quivering bowels as I flailed in the clench of yet another orgasm. As the profane scene played out, Dillon and Abby sorted out the details.

"She'll be live-in, of grade, and will have assorted duties as both your personal supporter and mine,"Abby explained."I've offered her 80,000 dollar per year to embark on. I know, it seems in high spirits, but honey -- my gosh -- the girl has talent, that you'll come to apprize. And as you can see, she's certainly an aegir high hat when it comes to throwing herself into her work."

"Sounds good to me,"Dillon agreed, apparently entirely unconcerned about the money aspect."She can have her pick of any of the up the stairs bedrooms."

"Silly !"Abby chastised with a playful slap on his arm."She'll sleep with us in our bed, of course."Dillon chuckled in agreement.

And with that, the arrangements of my new utilisation and living arrangements were settled. Shaking hands to seal the deal had to wait of course, until Spencer finished unloading a bucketful of churning dog cum up my ass, and then -- finally -- wrenching his faltering cock nautical mile from the embracing grasp of my rectal cavity.



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December 11th - Afternoon

Abby, as it turned out, was an extremely competent and high-dollar divorce lawyer. If you have a wedding that is circling the drainpipe, she's the variety of shark you want in your box. We discussed the details of how to get myself decoupled from my unhappy kinship with Frank. She explained how these things can drag on for years if the fight over money gets ugly. I replied that I didn't want a atomic number 28 of his assets, and just wanted this to be over as quickly as possible. That, she told me, would make matter amazingly well-situated. dog just needed to sign off, and we would be done.

"You don't know Frank,"I responded, bout forming in my eyes."The only matter he likes more than money is a undecomposed fight. And he never lets go of anything. There is no way he's letting me get away without a horrible battle."

Abby gave me a smiling in reply."Trust me,"she offered."I know how to deal with the likes of him."She drove me to my theatre and we picked up Shindo. Other than the Akita and a few personal items, I left everything in the business firm, even tossing my car Key on the kitchen table since the vehicle was titled in Frank's name. Then I closed the door behind me and left for the very finally time.

The majority of the afternoon was spent in preparation. Abby put together a BASIC uncontested divorcement concord, and I attended to former matters per her focus. By late afternoon the contract was fired off to Frank in an email. We didn't have long to wait for a reply. I read his reception and began to cry."See, I told you he would be absolutely horrible !"I sobbed, sorting through his vicious and profanity-laced reply which promised a protracted legal war. Abby simply nodded, telling me not to worry, and she had expected no less. We put the second persona of her programme into action.

Anonymous emails were sent to the"all-staff"address at Frank's work. What textual matter and email contacts I had for his Friend and family were also included. Each contained just the subject personal credit line ‘ Frank's Wife ’, and an attached TV file.

The television file was a timber small-arm of work. Dillon had some excellent video recording gear, and Abby seemed a natural with the camera. She captured me from every angle, raw and enthusiastically enjoying a vigorous double-penetration from both Shindo and Spencer. Spencer lay on his back as I straddled him with my kitty-cat. Shindo brought up the arse -- as it were -- pounding my retrousse rump with every inch of his wonderful doggie turncock. A foaming dual cream pie filling brought the video recording to a arousal climax. Needless to say, respective hundred transcript of the video served to take the steam out of frankfurter's lust for a fight to keep me. I didn't even wish about the personal embarrassment. The signed divorce papers popped into Abby's In-Box within the hour, and that, as they say, was that.

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