We recently moved into a new neighborhood. As I was rummaging around in the Attic, I discovered a diary. Most of it was pretty naturalize material, but the hold out few entries got pretty juicy. Here's what I found :

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December 5th - Morning

As had become mundane, my husband Frank flopped down at our kitchen mesa for a quick breakfast. His fingers worked furiously on the blind of his ever-present phone, checking emails, textbook, and the a la mode line statistic. Aside from wondering when his toast and coffee might magically seem, I doubt he would even have noticed if I wasn't there. Like many a Thomas Young ‘ trophy wife ’, my semblance of a fantasize union to a fertile older guy had quickly evaporated in the first gear few months of our union. I sighed, realizing that I had become relegated to simply another one of the many expensive furnishings that comprised ‘ wienerwurst's Big Collection of Toys ’.

"I'm thinking about joining a gym,"I offered, trying to discontinue the awkward silence over the morning meal. Frank responded by holding up a dismissive handwriting as an incoming phone shout summoned his attention. I seethed quietly to myself, poking at my toast halfheartedly as Frank laughed uproariously at something in his sound conversation. I looked up expectantly, hoping he might ploughshare the wit, but he turned away in his electric chair, checking the clock on the bulwark and chuckling again.

Suddenly I flinched as I felt a common cold wet nose prod at my articulatio genus. I heard a quiet whine from below the kitchen mesa. I reached down and petted Shindo, our purebred Akita. As with everything else we owned, the big dog had set Frank back a small-scale portion. Yet Shindo was pretty much my dog since I was the exclusively one who gave him any care. The shipload of money Shindo had cost had done nothing to assure a well behaved creature. He was overly up-and-coming, with a penchant for getting into anything and everything. One of his nearly annoying traits was that he would make a bee-line for any unprotected groin, sniffing and prodding with his cold wet nose into the most internal of topographic point. We had to be on invariant guard against his embarrassing antic if we had guests in the house.

But as I sat there at the kitchen table, marveling at the luxury caravan shipwreck my life had become, I was suddenly struck with a very naughty and rebellious notion. I smiled pleasantly at Frank as I meticulously buttered a slice of my toast. Under the mesa, I allowed my legs to part. Shindo was prompt to prehend upon the opportunity and I felt him wriggle his way between my wooden leg. Still dressed in a bathrobe, I closed my naked second joint down in a welcoming embracing around the eager Akita, stifling a playful squeal as I felt his snout prod up against my panty clad genitals.

I squirmed in my ass, unsure of what would materialize 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 disengage rein, so this was uncharted dominion for us both. His warm breath washed across my tight footling clean panty. I choked back a giggle as his cold wet nozzle pressed into my loins, sniffing enthusiastically at the alluring olfactory property he discovered there.

My pith was beating with a combination of care and concupiscent inflammation. What if dog noticed something wrong and discovered the naughty doggy between my branch ? I couldn't even think the overplus as I would have to try to explain myself. I felt a red flush of shame creeping its way up my face. I should put a stop to this immediately, I realized. I chewed nervously at my take down lip, and then did the only reasonable thing. I slowly scooted forward to the edge of my chair, spreading my legs wide and allowing the singular Akita unrestricted access.

Immediately his wet eye tooth tongue caressed my panty-covered vaginal heap. I clenched my tooth, holding in a lustful moan of passion. This was already Thomas More intimate attention than I had received from frankfurter in months. I felt my step-in quickly begin to moisten, absorbing both saliva from Shindo's industrious tongue and the steamy moistness oozing from my humid vaginal slit. My fast slippery kitty-cat -- neglected for far too long -- eagerly unfurled its heavy rap lip. The Akita dug deeper, lured by the irresistible feeling. Pressing his hooter harder into my lusty scissure, Shindo worked his rough tongue against the thin out cotton barrier, pushing the crotch of my panties up into my cozy little snatch. I gripped the border of the mesa with both hands, fighting the need to thrash my pegleg in answer to simmering sexual urges that were quickly coming to a boil.

The Akita nipped gently at my panty-covered pussy lips and I shuddered, giving in to the inevitable climax. My respiration became ragged and desperate, and suddenly my hips bucked of their own accord. The joints of the chair creaked alarmingly, but frankfurter didn't seem to notice. The muscular tissue in my thigh clenched and trembled as a spastic spasm gripped my puss. Barely in control of my body, I ground my rose hip in a slow, sensual motion in the kitchen chairperson as Shindo eagerly consumed the syrupy wetness that flooded through the cotton plant privates of my panty. I closed my peg tightly around the Akita's furry head, wrapping him in a loving embracing as orgasmic riffle vibrated through the depths of my fuck time slot. Then, in a final spasm, I rocked my chief back and pressed my loins eagerly forward against the cuspid's talented snout. My hair whipped in a cascade of blonde and I dared to let my men slip from the tabular array and caress my au naturel upper thighs. Dragging my fingers up over my tummy, I sensuously squeezed my breasts, pinching my aching tit through the cushy covering of my robe.

Then -- finally -- I felt the grand sensations in my twat begin to falter. Small post-orgasmic tremors continued to register as Shindo maintained a steadfast rhythm method with his talented cunt-licking natural language. Despite his energetic efforts, the flood of syrupy fluids poured through my panties faster than he could lap them up. I felt a warm, gummy puddle begin to make on the hindquarters of the death chair, soaking my panties from below. The odor of wet cunt butter hung heavily in the air, overwhelming the mundane breakfast spirit of umber and toast.

"Well, clip to go,"wiener announced, ending his conversation and rising from the table. I jerked in shock and then looked at him, slack-jawed and with shiny eye, trying to recover from my sexually-induced grogginess. He took no notification of my tussle hair, red-faced expression, or panting breath as he gathered his cay and briefcase and headed out to his car. I heard the garage doorway cycle and the engine of his Mercedes growling to life sentence. The sound of the car receded as the automatic garage door rattled shut. I sat there at the kitchen table in my cum-soaked panties as Shindo continued to diligently forge his knife in my panty genitals. A singled tear rolled down my cheek as I stared ahead into jazz.



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December 6th - Morning

Frank arrived at breakfast, his phone once again his steadfast companion as I faded into the background of his universe. I however felt a renewed sensory faculty of turmoil."I still thinking about joining that gym,"I blurted, looking to hot dog for some kind of acknowledgment. It was a standard day as he granted me a barely perceptible nod as he pecked out an e-mail."It's one of those all-lady gymnasium, just in case you're worried about that,"I continued. Frank's tot up want of response suggested that he wasn't overly concerned.

"Well, let's see what sort of treats we have for breakfast today,"I remarked mostly to amuse myself. I suppressed a grin, given that the spread on the table was the same fare as every day -- burnt umber and goner. However, the spread under the table today was slightly dissimilar. Shindo was uncharacteristically well behaved, sitting patiently under the table. It was almost as if he and I were co-conspirators in our naughty picayune secret. But as I spread my legs he quietly rose to his metrical unit and worked his way between my soft, creamy thighs. Today he found no step-in barrier separating him from my girlish charms. Instead he found me moist and expectant, my naked, ruffled puss lips already unfurl with arousal. Perched on the edge of the professorship, I spread my legs, causing my snatch to goggle surface for him. Looking down I saw a dribble of my buttery sauce ooze out, trailing down to the flooring on a shimmering drool of vaginal fluid. The big dog intercepted the slowly descending banner on his clapper, licking his chops in anticipation.

Then Shindo plunge into the main course. His rough wet tongue embraced the lips of my jackass, savoring the tasty sacking glistening on my pink flesh. Licking me unclouded, he pulled back, his jowls working as he relished the lingering look. As a run, I attempted to trouble him with a small corner of toast. Normally he was up for any fiddling bite, but the vauntingly eyetooth completely ignored it. He had obviously acquired a druthers for the taste of pantry twat muffin instead. I popped the piece of toast in my sass and chewed as the Akita pushed his snout back against my puss. I squirmed as his coldness nose made tangency with my clit. His knife teased my fleshy piffling nub of pleasure and I gave a subdued gasp in reaction. Then his oral appendage slipped lower, working its way into the clutching tunnel of my pussy. Elbows on the board, I interlaced my fingerbreadth and rested my mentum on my bridge player, trying to asseverate a bored expression as several inches of wet dog tongue wriggled up into my tight little snatch.

The Akita attempted to search every hidden nook and cranny of my clutching pink vaginal folds, turning his furry head this way and that to exploit every angle. I had never imagined that a doggy clapper was so incredibly long -- or maneuverable. But it was a uncovering that I enjoyed with lubricious pleasure. And then, just as I thought that the canine had finally achieved the ultimate limits of his viva voce compass, I felt his furry snout begin to pry its way into my kitty-cat. I gulped in repugnance, realizing that the brute seemed design on fucking me with his nerve. I groaned at the wizard but then started to let down my hands to pull his snout back out of my zany. But then I flinched, quickly resuming my chin-on-hands pose as hot dog looked up and favored me with a uncommon but disinterested coup d'oeil. I reached down with trembling manpower and retrieved my cup of coffee berry, desperately attempting to defend a normal formulation as a evenhandedly portion 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 pieces of chinaware clattered together under my shaking finger's breadth. I squirmed in my death chair, trying to accommodate the incredible stretching sensation in my pussy. Then Shindo's natural language lashed out once again, digging its way into previously undiscovered regions of my lustful sleep together sleeve. I could feel the wet tip of his natural language deeply embedded, devouring the sticky discharge that oozed in an unstoppable menses from my fleshy vaginal bosom. It felt as if the voracious beast was only a few in short of slipping his eager tongue into the opening of my womb. Accepting that mental image as a challenge I spread my limber thigh even wider and gently pressed my pelvic arch forward onto his snout. The Akita seemed to smell my wanton need, responding with a forceful button of his own.

A glistening lustre of perspiration broke out on my brow, betraying the effort of our obscene fundamental interaction. The collaborative practice session paid off, and another two column inch of furry dogtooth nozzle were press-fit into my greedy slight puss. But then, just as I was expecting his clapper to resume its lecherous exploration, the Akita pulled back, withdrawing his beak from my twat and leaving me gaping and in a desperate DoS of thwarting. Then I heard Shindo gasp a desperate breath and I realized the reason for his actions. The pitiful doggie was unable to breath with his snoot deeply buried in the depths of my tight wet twat. The Akita's sides heaved as he replenished his oxygen provision.

I gazed down at the canine tooth with business but he appeared to be recovering. Then with renewed vigor he licked the thick froth of cunt ointment from his jowls and burrowed his way back into my creamy tunnel of luxuria. I bit my modest lip as he stretched me to new limitation. A cramp moan of love almost escaped my lips. His gazed up at me with an unquestioning mixture of canine love and lust. His snout was buried so deep that his dark soulful eyes stopped just short of my widely stretched glistening cunt brim. deep in the deepness of my cunt I felt his tongue billow 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 breach the entree to a new neighborhood of my dead body. The onset of my orgasm was mental, overwhelmed by the realization that I had the tip of a spicy doggie tongue tickling the entrance to my womb. I barely managed to choke back a hallucinating belly laugh of transport, throttling it back to a barely audible growling of animalist passion. Then my pussy contracted in a powerful spasm and my articulatio coxae bucked in rapid chronological succession, burying even more of Shindo's large snout in my alarmingly over-stretched goofball. I fought a do-or-die battle to maintain ascendancy of my consistence, l I fall to the floor flopping like a Pisces the Fishes in the clutch of my orgasmic contractions. My metacarpophalangeal joint turned white as I gripped the edge of the table and hung on in desperation. I bit my grim lip as my extended sexual climax caused my pussy to clench down over and over, grasping at the Akita's deeply embedded honker and spit. Shindo rode me like an expert, moving with my every buck and twisting, unrelenting in his oral attending. My second joint quivered in a muscular muscle spasm 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 sexual climax was wrung from the flexing tissue of my bozo.

Shindo withdrew, panting and desperate for a renewed influx of air. My puss gaped shamelessly and a seeming river of liquid cunt butter poured from my out-of-doors fuck slot. The milky discharge dripped freely and clung to both of my inner thighs in a shimmering coat. I blinked, trying to focus on wienerwurst as he sat in his chair, still intent on his all-important text message. A growing pool of simmering pussy emollient grew on the story between my feet, but Shindo was warm and eagre to lap up all the incriminating evidence.

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

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December 6th - Afternoon

After a long shower and a quick lunch 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 buffet and told the little girl I was thinking about getting a rank. She introduced herself as Lydia, and told me she was the owner. I was impressed since she seemed to be only a few years previous than my age of twenty. Lydia gave me an in-depth enlistment. We talked about the several utilisation social class that were offered and she showed me how to use a lot of the weighting machines, stationary bikes, and tread-wheel. I liked what I saw, and signed up for a six month rank on the smirch.

I had brought some exercise clothes with me, so I went into the locker room and changed. I felt a lilliputian abash, wearing my old"hi Kitty"variation bra from high school day. But I figured I could buy some new paraphernalia once I got a sense of what was considered stylish around here. Stepping back out of the locker way, I surveyed the vast array of gym equipment, not for sure where to begin. There was a Jazzercise stratum in academic session, so I went over to watch out, just trying to get a feel for everything.

As I was standing there, I suddenly felt a presence side by side to me. Standing to my right was a beautiful carrottop, dressed in very short shorts and a frayed-out cut-off peal Stones tee shirt. She was in her later twenty and stood a couple inches taller than my five understructure five superlative."I feel like a kid in a candy store,"she remarked, gazing out on the collection of prancing young lady in an array of perspiration, shorts and tight yoga pants. I felt a bit self-aware. I was a clip one hundred and fifteen British pound, but was feeling a bit soft and wiggly compared to the concentrated, slant torso on video display 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, inaugural day. I'm like a total gym Virgo, so be gentle,"I joked.

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

I looked in the focussing 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 attention back to the exercise stratum for a second, and then turned back to me."tantalization,"she replied."Do you want to come eat my pussy ?"

My lour jaw dropped, thinking I must not get heard her correctly. She saw my look of shock and a red blush of embarrassment began to sneak up her aspect."Oh my god,"she stammered."I'm so sorry ! You're not one of Lydia's miss, are you ? It's just that ... Oh, dammit, it's just that you're wearing that ‘ howdy Kitty'variation bra ... All of Lydia's miss always wear a garden pink ‘ hi Kitty ’. It's kind of like the secret shake around here ... So I just thought ... Dammit ! Please, I am so grim,"Maggie stammered in uneasy apology.

"waiting ..."I replied in a whispering, slowly piecing it together as I glanced around nervously."You mean that there are ... woman of the street here at the gym, working for Lydia ? lesbian sporting lady ?"Oddly, I didn't find myself so much offended as intrigued by the shameful notion.

Maggie bit her dispirited lip, looking down at the floor like a spicy schoolgirl, nodding."Please,"she begged,"I didn't mean anything by it. It was just a mistake, that's all ... Like I said, all of Lydia's girls always wear that ‘ hello pool'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 strange impression race over me, standardised to that sentience of revolt I had felt when I first let my pooch Shindo lap my panties at the breakfast table. I felt butterfly in my tum as I wrestled with the conflicting thought awash in my head. Taking Maggie's handwriting in mine, I leaned in last."Shhh ... It's ok."I whispered. A grateful facial expression washed over her.

I paused, fearing that this was one of those potentially magic import, and it was balanced on the border of slipping away forever. I swallowed, trying to conglomerate my courage."I ... ah ... I'm not one of Lydia's ... you know ... female child,"I stammered nervously."But do you call up that ... maybe ... you could teach me ?"I swallowed again, feeling a heyday of overplus rising up my grimace. Had I just done that ? Had I just propositioned a lesbian at the gym ? Well, I guess that was one way to piss an worry feeling right off the bat. I felt my fondness beating in my chest as I looked deep into her eye, visually pleading for her to not reject me."Please ..."I urged her in a pleading whisper."Thatch me how to ... to eat out your pretty small pussy."

A wide smile crossed Maggie's look and she nodded eagerly, taking my hand in tow and leading me across the gym. After my dog Shindo's astonish unwritten discourse of my pussy this morning, I certainly had a few idea in my head, but resolved myself to letting Maggie teach me the proverbial ropes.

Reaching the social movement desk, Maggie asked Lydia in an excited whisper,"Can we get a key to a massage room ?"Lydia looked at us in confusion."A fount of mistaken identity,"Maggie explained, gently tracing her finger across the ‘ Hello jackpot'persona printed across the left breast of my summercater bra."But we got it sorted out, so now Suzy here is officially ‘ in training ’. You two can mouth later and work out the details."Lydia scowled, shooting Maggie a disapproving face. Then she reluctantly handed over a key, saying nil. I could tell she was not thrilled about Maggie's unsolicited recruiting elbow grease.

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December 6th - Later that afternoon

"outset time with Maggie ?"Lydia inquired with a knowing smirk as I approached the movement retort at the gym about an hour later to refund her key. A flush of shame rushed up my face.

"get-go time -- with any girl,"I whispered, running my fingers through my wet and matted hair. Lydia gave me a knowing grinning, having apparently gotten over her earlier irritation."That girl is a bit of a squirter,"she acknowledged with a wicked smile. I let the understatement stand without farther comment, looking down at the wide, wet spattering of female person interjection that stained most of the front of my sports bra with Maggie's key signature fragrance.

"So Maggie explained the arrangement 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 psyche as it offered up Book like ‘ Lesbian, cyprian, and whore ’. Checking around to see if anyone else was within listening length, I continued."Maggie paid me lx dollar mark. 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 pool ’, it means I'm ‘ working'that day. If anyone starts asking prying doubtfulness, I'm out, and you don't know null. Oh, and the customer is always right."

Lydia gave a little nod of her head as I recited each point from computer storage."Clever fille,"she praised, gesturing towards my handful of bills with a flick of her digit. I peeled off the least sticky twenty clam bill for her and tucked the residue into my pocket."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 counter with a whisper to my new ‘ boss ’."That's a lever little cunt, there Lydia. You put that girl and her illusion clapper to cultivate for you !"

I blushed fiercely at the compliment and gave her departing figure a wave as the front door banged shut. I turned and headed for the showers, realizing that I was going to take to invest in a unharmed lot more ‘ Hello Kitty'workout clothes if I planned on presenting a fresh appearance for each new client during the day. But for today there was nothing to be done but simply muddle through. I went back over to the exercise room, seeing what new attention I might attract in the crowd of girls ...

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Dec 9th - Morning

frank left betimes this morning, not having bothered to narrate me in advance about a week-long business slip he had scheduled. I couldn't find the motivation to get up for breakfast, thinking I would just sleep in. But I was awakened with a gentle eyetooth whine. I turned on the nightstand luminosity and there was Shindo, his eyes just seeable over the edge of the bed, looking at me with an anticipant wag of his stern. The big Akita had definitely become a fan of our new morning subprogram and after an inexplicable wait he had come up to see when his morning breakfast"kickshaw"would be delivered. I groaned and rolled over, reaching out to sacrifice him a otiose scratch on the neck opening.

The Akita was not appeased with my endeavor. With an effortless bound, the huge dog leapt up onto the bed, causing the frame to squeak under the encroachment."Shindo ! Naughty Doggy !"I chastised, half-heartedly trying to shoo him back off onto the story. He resisted and I giggled at the biz."Well, at to the lowest degree you came to wish me a happy natal day,"I sighed sadly. I had hoped in vain that Frank might have left a card, bloom, or a nowadays for my 21st, but found no evidence of any such efforts.

Shindo barked and lunged at me teasingly and we tussled in the screening. I shrieked in surprise as I tumbled from the bed, dragging a snarl of cover song, pillows, and a barking Akita with me as I fell. Laughing I squirmed to let on myself from the trap of the blankets wound around my pegleg. As I struggled to get onto my men and knees I suddenly felt a heavy weight ground on my binding. Shindo wrapped his furry front hand around my bare torso. I felt something rigid and fleshy prod insistently at the cotton private parts of my scanty as the prominent Akita jostled for billet on my upturned fanny. I glanced over at the wax duration mirror on the closet threshold, seeing Shindo mounted on my back. His furry haunches ground against my firm little panty-clad fanny.

He pulled back for a moment and I gasped at the think over image. The Akita was sporting a huge erecting ! It was every bit of eight inches in length, and looked to be as thick as my wrist joint. A recollective, slimy drop of pre-cum dangled from the sarcoid tip. Shindo turned and looked at me in the mirror, our optic merging and lockup in a meaningful exchange. Now I suppose that any respectful lady friend will tell you that she would stimulate immediately put a hitch to this obscene maturation. Honestly, I'll believe that when I see it. My hormones were raging from my lesbian clash at the gym over the preceding several days. I had been too long ignored by a neglectful husband. There wasn't even very much of a lesson quandary. One way or another, I was going to get my birthday fuck !

twisting against the Akita's body weight I managed to jump to a kneeling situation. Shindo kept his front mitt tightly locked around my rib John Milton Cage Jr., hopping awkwardly on his hind legs as I shifted emplacement. His furry paws clamped possessively around my body, just underneath my small firm tits. My nipples were perked into stiff slight fleshy brown nubs of lust. My fingers frantically reached for the sash of my step-in, dragging them down to my knees and exposing my rapidly moistening pussy. With a grunt I dropped back down onto my hands and articulatio genus as the huge dog's weight once more settled down onto my back. Shido squirmed, maneuvering himself into place. I wriggled my pelvic arch in invitation. Carefully the Akita maneuvered the tip of his pecker into alinement, finding the opening to my quivering goose and easing himself just inside.

With graceful motion, Shindo pressed himself forward. Nearly half his cock slid into my cunt with a delicious friction. I groaned with passion, clenching my vaginal brawn, causing him to slowly grind to a arrest. He issued an excited bark, thrilled to discover that his human being female person protagonist had a wonderfully tight and fuckable bozo. He withdrew, fighting against the greedy, grasping bosom of my humid love burrow. Only the tip of his putz remained implant as he steadied himself. Then with a forceful lunge he thrust up and into me. I met him with a sensual answer of my own, urgently rolling my hips up and back. I grunted under the impact, my bare ass impudence flattening as they pushed up tight against his furry haunches. With that vigorous drive he was fully hilted, his wax unit of ammunition ball sackful pressed up tight against my vaginal lips.

He paused, jostling on my back as he adjusted his stance. Then, as if by mutual unspoken accord, we both built up to a furious pace. He pounded me like a machine, his haunches a blur as he thrust and withdrew in a cycle of brutal, punishing fuck thrusts. I moaned like a whore, bucking my rose hip frantically as I clenched my vaginal muscles, milking the length of his massive cock. Our sexual union 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 long blonde hair, yanking my headland backwards and causing me to veer my spine downward in reply. My hips rolled upward, pressing my quivering pussy harder into his pubes. My cunt backtalk rippled, clasping his pistoning stopcock in a tight, loving embrace. Vaginal fluids drained from the pixilated SEAL between my backtalk and his prick. A stabilise trickle oozed out and splattered down into the step-in spanned between my knees. Soaking through the thin cottony material they began to spread a wet stain into the pricy Oriental rug beneath me.

Shindo lunged forward and held his position, every lowest thrill column inch of his monolithic cock socketed deep in my thankful little pussy. He issued a quiet whimper and then I felt his rooster knot get down to swell inside my snatch. It was the critical import. If I expelled him now I could free myself from this punishing sexual encounter. But I knew if I delayed, my circumstances would be sealed. twat and dogtooth would be coupled together until he unloaded his balls into the depth of my womb. There was really only one choice in the matter. I lowered my face to the carpet in a submissive place, pressing my hip back against him hard. The stark face of my business firm rump flattened as I ground myself against him. I clenched down tightly with my pussy, making sure he had no opportunity to escape. My naked thigh trembled with great lustfulness as I felt his knot continue to swell. My pussy strained with the massive stretching, the lips of my puss bulging outward around his round, fleshy anchor. His knot swelled to its maximal size, throbbing ominously within the straining mouth of my pussy. I was securely mounted and nothing could separate us now.

Shingo let go of my fuzz and raised his head towards the roof. A prolonged howl filled the room, accompanied by my eager squeal of passion. I felt his balls pull up tight against the widely splayed sassing of my grab, contracting in a powerful spasm. His turncock swelled alarmingly within the confines of my sozzled little bitch as a thundering payload of hot dog cum raced down the length of his shaft. I gasped, feeling him burst forth inside me. A geyser of doggie spermatozoan rocketed into my vaginal tunnel, a tidal waving of frothing goo spraying and splattering every in conclusion nook and crevice of my quivering kitty. I shrieked, feeling my cunt convulse in a powerful orgasm. My rippling vaginal muscles clamped down tight on his invading prick, milking him in a knock-down clench as his cum shank unloaded his bit extravasation into my core.

My orgasm raced through my torso. I clenched my teeth as my visual sensation blurred. My thighs and tummy shivered with lustful delight as my pussycat lips seemed to writhe with a brain of their own. I even felt my taut little asshole pucker in and out in a rhythmic series of orgasmic compression, gaping surface and then clenching tightly shut as I shuddered and gasped for breathing spell.

Shindo thrust again, raising my human knee off the floor with the force out of his lunge. A third fountain of dog cum was forcefully delivered into my pussy. I felt the delicate tissue begin to load, filled to the boundary with an overstuffing of turncock and cum. The Akita's cock swelled once more, quivering in the handgrip of my orgasmic vaginal embrace as his balls pumped furiously. With no place left within my pussy, his scalding gusher of cum boiled over into my womb, coating my innards with a soothing glaze of his steamy lovemaking potion. I was absolutely full to the brim. Shindo bucked his haunches again, seemingly tireless in his crusade to put in his gooey seed into every last cleft of my cunt. But I was finally overloaded. I felt my stomach fop as his pecker pulsed, launching ever more long fibrous ropes of churning cum into my cunt. The seal of approval of my clutching pussy back talk around his throbbing cock gave way and a shower of frothing cum and vaginal juice gushed forth, splattering obscenely into my soaked panties and onto the now ruined imported rug.

Shindo gave one final exam exhausted poke and more rill of our shuffle cream drained from my tucker slit. Then he collapsed on my dorsum, both of our face heaving as we desperately fought to regain our breather. As his breathing finally resumed formula he gave the back of my neck a serial of loving salt lick. Then he attempted to get off. I held him house, clutching down tightly with the warm embrace of my snug pussy, not wanting to lose that tremendous champion of fulfillment. He conceded to my desires, resting heavily on my back as his cock knot slowly subsided in the travelling bag of my vaginal embracement. I felt his mightily heart beating and my own acquired his calendar method of birth control, throbbing as a individual coupled beast. After what must have been nearly half an minute his knot had finally deflated down to rule size. There was aught I could do to stop the retreat of his softening cock as it slithered from my stamp pussy. A cascade of sticky fluid poured from my gaping fuck hole as he withdrew, adding to the hopeless smear on the rug beneath me. Streams of our mix discharge oozed down my naked second joint as I basked in the fading afterglow.

Finally I rose, muscles aching from the unenviable view. I dragged the cum-drenched scanty the remainder of the way off my legs and took a long soothing shower. I toweled off, feeling my pussy continue to drain. I glanced at my throwaway panties on the floor, soiled wet with dog cum and vaginal goo. With a obstinate horse sense of accolade I tugged the secondhand panties back on, wriggling my hip joint to firmly seat them. The pasty wet crotch paste itself securely to my still bid vaginal mound. I inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of expend sex as it enveloped me in a heady cloud. And then, throwing on a duad of perspiration and an old tee shirt, I went out to the center, looking to promote expand my inventory of ‘ Hello Kitty'workout vesture with some well-deserved birthday shopping.

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December 9th - Afternoon

After an early lunch and a shower I finally made it to the gym. Numerous Call 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 spirit.

Inside, Lydia greeted me at the straw man desk. I settled up my account with her from the previous 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 grin. The notion briefly crossed my thinker that I was no longer entirely drug-addicted on Frank's money for my universe.

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

"Well, I did marry one,"I offered in an uncertain quality. Lydia laughed heartily in response.

But then her construction turned back to the dangerous. She licked her lips, pausing in an awkward silence, trying to pick out her speech."I've had some ... ‘ limited requests'from some of the madam at the gym ..."she began, trailing off at the end. I cocked an eyebrow, singular as to what she was tap-dancing around. Taking a thick breath, she forged ahead."We used to have a little girl here who had a finical natural endowment that our premium clients really miss. She was ... well, she had a bit of ... of an anal fetish. So they were wondering if you ... I mean, no pressure level, if that's not your affair, but I just thought I would throw it out there ..."She stopped there, looking at me expectantly.

I looked back at her, trying to serve the dust selective information."Do you signify ..."I glanced around nervously even though we were safely in her closed off office."You mean like ... licking girlfriend'... arse ?"I inquired in a whisper. My optic were full. Why was my heart hammering double-time ? I felt a charge of red wash over my face. Lydia nodded slightly, waiting for me to respond.

"missy do that ?"I replied in amazed amazement, trying to envisage such a affair."Gosh, ah, Lydia, I don't know ... I mean, I've never actually ... you know ... done that."I replied still in a flighty whispering.

"Had you ever eaten pussy before starting here ?"Lydia inquired with a wink. I shook my head, grinning. My life had been painfully boring and formula until just a few solar day ago."well, you're one of those rarefied lifelike endowment when it comes to lapping up pussy. I'll bet that hot footling lingua of yours could make its special magic rimming out a soused minuscule butthole too."

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

Lydia frowned, trying to envision out how to best explain it. Suddenly her face brightened."Here, I'll show you,"she replied. Stepping to her figurer she pulled up the internet and typed in a search for lesbian rimming. A shower of links for ikon and videos filled the silver screen. I gasped at the mess, holding my hand over my mouth in jar."wrench up that one !"I urged breathlessly as a particularly pretty span of girls caught my tending. After an in-depth investigating of several video recording and legion photos, Lydia closed the cover, much to my disappointment.

"fountainhead, what should I secern them ?"she inquire."It usually pays about double what you're getting now."

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

Lydia considered this, her thinker working as to who might serve as a willing private instructor. As her genial wheels turned, I found my gaze drawn down to the rounded swell of her hips. She was wearing a tight, white miniskirt skirt that hugged itself to the curves of her shapely rump. I subconsciously licked my rim, wondering what miraculous hoarded wealth might lay entomb deep in the cracking of her luscious ass. I could palpate my panty begin to drizzle at the intellection. She turned to look at me, not missing the centering of my unabashed stare. Without a countersign she reached behind her and tugged down the zip of her skirt. The slick garment seemed to pour out down her shapely pegleg, leaving her firm creamy rear end clad only in a specify lash step-in that was wedged tightly into the crack of her ass.

She bent over the desk. I approached her from behind, my core pounding in my chest. I knelt down behind her, thinking to myself that ‘ kissing your honcho ass'was rarely performed so literally. With trembling hands I reached up and found the nail down cincture of her thong panties. I tugged them downward, dredging the thin band out of the crevice of her ass. The small triangular crotch of the panties peeled slowly off her vaginal mound, trailing shimmering pennon of puss lube that soaked the cottony crotch. She stepped with one foot and then the other as I worked the panties off her substructure. Her high gear heels gave a wonderful lift to her shapely ass as she leaned over the desk. Freed from her panties, Lydia widened her stance, spreading her house, tanned legs. Her ass crack gaped open before me, exposing her naked pussy. And there, just a skimp in in high spirits, I found the aim of my prurient desire.

I had never seen an anus close up before. It was a marvelously cute little feature, framed so perfectly between her creamy White River can face. The crumple, wrinkled frame was a pinkish Robert Brown. The wrinkles radiated outward from the tightly clutched center, forming a perfective little asteroid orifice. I knew from the moment I saw it that I was in making love and lust.

I leaned in, working my fount into the mystifying scissure of her ass crack. I used my helping hand to propagate her cheeks, allowing me to dig deeper. Without a suggestion of reluctance I pressed my lips to Lydia's puckered little pooper. I heard her gasp with pleasure as I nuzzled her in an obscene kiss. I let my spit flicker out, teasing and gently probing the incredibly nasty resistance of her rectal portal. Applying Thomas More pressure, the battle between my eager lingua and Lydia's fiercely clinched fiddling stag socket began ...

... As I finished, Lydia collapsed across the desk with a terminal orgasmic cramp. My exhausted glossa finally pulled from its deeply embedded attitude in her rectum. Wiping my look and savoring the aftertaste, I watched with expiation as Lydia shuddered her way through a serial publication of post-orgasmic twitches."I ... I think you just earned your first furtherance,"She offered in a breathless voice. I flashed a huge grin in response.

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December 10th - Evening

After I left Lydia's authority yesterday, she had enthusiastically spread the word that I was now available -- and highly recommend -- for ‘ sole services ’, to use her full 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 make an early starting to get all the eager lady worked in. By the end of a very retentive day, I had seen enough little pink lady rectums up close and personal to finis me for a while. But I had well over one thousand dollars in my pocket for my efforts, even after paying Lydia her cut.

I drove home, distracted by the relentless quiver I felt in my ass. I kept thinking of all of those tight little ruck I had spent the day kissing and tonguing out. An expectant smile crossed my fount as I pulled into the driveway. I hoped Shindo wasn't too angry with me. I hadn't had time to mollycoddle in our sunup romp with him today, so I thought he might be feeling a bit neglected. wellspring, maybe letting the Akita wriggle his eager tongue up my soaked little twitching asshole was just the bonding experience we needed to piece things up.

But my lustful fantasies came crashing to a halt as the garage door rolled up and there was frankfurter's car. Apparently his business trip had ended early. I cursed my bad hazard but put on my proficient fake smile and greeted him as I came in the door. He gave me a distracted wave and went back to the conversation on his phone. 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 point to bed early.

Shindo greeted me in the hallway with a well-disposed bark. But as I stormed past with my pique building, his can drooped with doubtfulness. He turned and cautiously followed me up to the bedroom. I tossed my bag 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 front paws with a sad look, watching me.

Suddenly I realized that I wasn't going to let dog spoil my evening. I had planned for a skillful intimate time with my pooch, and darn it, that's what I was going to get. In fact, I found I couldn't care less that Frank was right down stairs. I reached under my mini bird and peeled off my sticky-wet pantie. I tossed the undies in the direction of the cuspid and he eagerly began to sniff and clobber the drenched and slippy cotton crotch. I discarded skirt and play bra and kicked off my tennis shoes, leaving me dressed in nothing but my pink ankle air-sleeve.

I sat on the bed and then lay down on my back, my leg draped over the edge. I patted my bare thigh and Shindo rose, tooshie wagging happily. I spread my legs, opening myself as he approached, wondering how I might lure Shindo to drub my ass instead of just my slit. The big canine however had another architectural plan in mind. Reaching the bed he reared up with his front man mitt, straddling my prone form. I looked down, seeing his huge erecting bobbing ominously below his furry belly. The meaty shaft was aligned directly with my lumbus. He thrust forward, his dent finding my wet cunt and sinking easily into its welcoming bosom. 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 mightily downstairs, not saying two dustup to me after returning from his trip. It wasn't enough after a day of unfulfilled intimate Energy at the gym. My tender picayune butthole puckered back and forth, demanding attention. I tried to fend, but the lustful itch was too potent. 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. Throbbing and glistening wet with my vaginal juices it tucked up tight under his furry tummy, dripping long strands of my syrupy sexual lubrication. He whined in protest, wondering why his pussy-ride had come to a premature end.

I squirmed back into view. Reaching down, I found and grasped his cock, feeling it quiver in my hold. I rolled my hips upward, blindly maneuvering the tip of his doggy prick between my legs. I sighed with lustful anticipation as the fleshy tip of his dick eased its way into the recessed dimple of my ass. Shindo paused in uncertainty. This didn't feel like girl twat. He gave an experimental push. My pixilated short rectal gateway trembled, pulsing in and out as his slippery rooster knob increased the insistency. I bit my let down lip, feeling myself begin to stretch. Then suddenly my anus blossomed spread and the first few inch of doggy tool were forced into my filter son of a bitch. The Akita looked at me with an amazed expression on his face. What a rattling breakthrough to find that homo female child apparently had two pussies he could be intimate ! And this second little know tunnel was so lots tighter than the get-go ! He withdrew, leaving just the tip of his stopcock inside me. Then he thrust again. He plowed deeper and I moaned, spreading my pegleg wider.

Instinctively I brought my legs up, wrapping them around his furry haunches and crossing my ankles over his lower back. This rolled my hips upward, perfectly aligning my quivering petty rectal gateway with his thrusting cock. He stroked backwards, a mind-numbing friction electrocution within my clutching bowels as dog and female child flesh skimmed in passing. Then he pounded me with a powerful thrust as I urged him into me with a heroic clenching of my ramification. Slowly he ground to a halt, the incredible denseness of my anal retentive piece of tail sleeve rippling along his plant duration. His doggy balls throbbed against my ass and I knew he was fully sheathed inside me.

He stroked out and hammered back in. My thigh rippled with the bump around impact. As my nether opening stretched to hold him, the Akita began to foot up upper. I uncrossed my legs from his back, returning them to the bed and spreading myself full underneath him in open invitation. He began to piston in and out at a excited pace. I desperately tried to meet him thrust for thrust with my articulatio coxae, but eventually he out-paced me. I simply lay back on the bed, my teeth jarring with every savage uncut insertion, moaning with inane heat.

I felt his prick burl commence to swell, stretching my puckered short anus to new dimensions as he forced the blown-up electronic organ into my rectal hold. But then I groaned, stretched to my limits as he tugged his nautical mile back out of my ass. The Akita was lost in a inane delirium of butt-fuck luxuria and all that mattered was the joy of each full-depth separatrix in and out of my trembling anal bosom. He drove forward and I barely managed to strangle back a shriek as his rapidly swelling cock knot once again bore down on my tight little bunghole. The Akita scrambled for adhesive friction, claws scratching for purchase on the hardwood floor. I felt myself stretched to obscene limits and then, with a wet ‘ pop ’, Shindo's air mile was once Thomas More thrust into my rectum. He withdrew and I felt my anal gateway bulge outward. bust watered in my eyes and then I grunted as the mi wrenched release of my lustful anal embrace.

Shindo thrust forward again, grinding his knot against the mesomorphic ring of my rectum. My under curtain raising quivered with the strain as the Akita punched his haunches in repeated effort to reinsert himself. I wrapped my ankle back around him, pulling pie-eyed and grinding my pelvic arch in a circular apparent motion. But despite our combined cause, the knot had swollen to impossibly Brobdingnagian proportions. The canid let out a frustrated whine, realizing the crucial mistake he had made. He frantically continued to thrust, but the swollen nautical mile was now hopelessly too large and insufferable to force back into my nasty little asshole. We would consume to make due without being tied.

The panting canine pounded into me with eager, lust-filled thrusts. His natural language lolled from his jowls and his sides heaved as the passion overwhelmed him. In a net desperate motility he pulled back hard on his turncock, perhaps intent on delivering one final powerful lurch in an try to bury his knot in my ass. But as he withdrew, one rear paw slipped on the hardwood story. Thrown off balance, his throbbing cock slipped give up of my rectal dental caries.

He regained his footing and plowed forward with his furry haunches. But released from the guiding line of my anal sleep together tunnel, his cock snapped upward as he attempted to drive base. I felt the duration of his hot shaft slip through the split up lips of my pussycat. His knot pressed into the hugging bosom of my vaginal folds but the end of his cock skimmed freely on through. I felt his swinging nut contract, pressed up tight against my gaping asshole. The large pecker shaft swelled and then erupted with a churning fount of dog cum. The sticky geyser rocketed from the tip of his uncover cock, arching upward as it sprayed between his furry front legs. The syrupy track seemed to hang in the air and then laid itself down, splattering a heavy mickle that drenched me from mamilla to grimace and lathered itself into my hair.

The Akita cycled his haunches and throw forward a second metre, his back curving as he committed every straining canine muscle into the travail. The first fatheaded hose-down of cum was but a foreshadowing of his second base endeavour. His legs trembling, the dog unleashed a massive cloudburst of sticky spermatozoon as if blown from a cannon. The initial impact caught me full in the look, glazing my floor expression with an oozing frosting that was layered on thick. As the animal followed through with his fuck-thrust his dick angled in high spirits, launching the ponderous streamer of cum above my head. It splattered against the headboard with a wet impingement and draped itself in sticky, oozing racetrack across the fine silk sheets and pillows at the question of the bed.

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

Seemingly appalled at the superfluous waste of a monumental load of cum, the Akita calmed his frantic tread, hoping to put at least some of his churning whitish discharge on objective. He paused just a fraction of second in his frenetic cycle of fuck-thrusts, squatting lower on his haunches as he lunged forward for another attempt. His shaft hammered forward, driven by an pressing uncoiling of his sinewy haunches. Cum launched from his peter, splattering the pinnace form around my slowly constricting anal gateway, giving me a brief forewarning of his close at hand entry. The tip of his spewing dick jibe made tangency, perfectly centered, and battered its way through any hints of fleshy anal resistance without remorse. I moaned, feeling the entire length of his cock once again dilute my rectal passage. Cum frothed from his pecker as he buried himself up to his knot, soothing the burning friction in my ass with a terrific covering of his canid love life juice.

My orgasm flared to life as his bastard was press-fit into my whoreson. I moaned, desperately resisting the impulse to oink with lustful heat. My rippling sphincter muscles clamped down tight on his invading shaft, gripping him in an urgent embrace and pulling him ever bass. Shindo withdrew, fighting against the hefty milking action of my ass. My thighs and bay window shivered with spasms of delight. Then he plunged into my steamy rectal depths once more, stopcock spewing relentlessly as he cored into me. Hot churning cum coated my inside and I felt as if my orgasmic pleasure was causing me to melt. Hot flashes erupted across my soundbox, causing a glistening luster of sudor to pour Forth from my hyper-sensitive skin. He thrust once more and I bucked my rosehip, grinding my dentition with the effort and wanting -- needing -- ever bit of him inside me. His testicle contracted against the sally of my ass as I rolled my hips upward to mirror his movement. Panting, the Akita's tool gushed a final meter and I felt my bowels swell with a tender soothing sensation.

The canine trembled, panting desperately as he held his slowly softening cock in the rippling embrace of my shuddering anal ass sleeve. Then, almost reluctantly, he withdrew. I quivered with post-orgasmic delight as the gentle rubbing arose with his expiration. With a wet slurp his dog cock slipped from my gape asshole. Dog cum poured from the undefended orifice as I sighed with satisfaction.

A exhibitioner would probably get been advisable, but I wanted nix more than to savour the afterglow of these wonderful sense. Shindo curled up on his blanket in the recess as I turned off the Light. Snuggling my way into the cum-splattered sheet of paper I dropped quickly off to sleep. If Frank noticed anything wrong by the time he joined me in bed, he didn't infliction to arrive at quotation of it.

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December 11th - Morning

They say your life can modify 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 days. Almost as if he was rid of his teemingness of nervous 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 bantam minuscule brunet and some sort of hot-shot lawyer. She always hit the gym early to muck up of a footling steam before going in to work. I was more than happy to assist. Abby's thighs draped over my shoulders and clenched tightly around my head as she shuddered through a powerful sexual climax. Her musculus strained as she shivered, her fist clenched as she writhed on her back on the massage table. Then she collapsed with a gratify squeal of delight. Her rosehip twitched as I replaced my tongue with my finger's breadth. I gently eased my middle fingerbreadth into the depths of her hot little shitter while my thumb wormed its way into the depths of her slippery twat. Her hand closed gently over mine, urging me recondite. Slowly I twisted my wrist joint in a sensual, circular motion as she purred in response. She sat up, running her fingers through my hair and pulling my side to hers. We kissed, glossa wrestling as I shared the taste sensation of her sweet little ass with her.

Then she released me, collapsing back down onto the mesa. She gave a intemperate sigh. I wiped her juices from my brass 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 terrific dog, but, wow, sometimes he just seems bent-grass of causing bother. You have no idea how much trouble a vast dog like that can be if he puts his creative thinker to it.

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

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

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

Finally I rose, apologizing to her for making a scene as I looked down at the base in disgrace. She put her fingerbreadth under my Kuki, raising my gaze to converge hers."I think I might just birth a perfectly marvelous result to ever last bit of this,"she promised with a smile.

I tried to get her to explicate, but she asked me to simply hope her. She asked if I could do that. Blinking away the tears, I slowly nodded. We gathered our thing and she led me to the parking lot. She triggered the remote control on her keys and a livid Bugatti blinked its lights 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 help but think that it sounded similar to my husband wiener. But the way Abby looked when she talked about Dillon made me suspect that their kinship was far more overconfident than my own. We rumbled through the streets, finding our way to an scoop gated subdivision. Crossing through a second logic gate put us on what first seemed like another residential street. But I gasped in awe when the roadway ended in a circular thrust in front of a immense mansion. Leaving the car in the private road, Abby invited me inside. I was overwhelmed. I thought my hubby Frank liked his displays of wealth, but we lived like paupers in equivalence. Marble statues lined the huge accounting entry hallway, and the walls of the living elbow room were covered with what I presumed to be original workplace of classic art.

Abby and I sat down on the tweed leather couch. All of the furnishings were exquisite, but I couldn't supporter but notice a tattered corner on the matching reclining chair, its stuffing spilling out onto the floor."Spencer,"Abby explained, rolling her eyes. My center fell on a huge Great Dane, napping on the floor behind the chair. He gave a indolent thump of his immense behind in reply and then rolled back on his position to stay on his nap. Then she took my hands in hers, and explained her plan. My centre went wide-cut as she laid out the details ...

... My heart was pounding as she finished. I bit my lip, pondering this Brobdingnagian change to my life. Slowly I nodded in agreement. Abby flashed an eager grin."I'm so excited !"she announced."Now, I will need to turn back with Dillon to ready for certain he's ok with this too,"she explained. I waited pensively as she picked up her telephone set."Dillon, honey, it's me. I'm sorry to bother you at work, but can your clear an hr from your docket and total plate ? Yes, yes, it's very authoritative. No, I really can't explain it over the phone. I'll just stimulate to point you, but I think you'll be thrilled ... OK, sweet, I'll see you in half an hour. Bye !"She put away her sound."He'll be here at 9:30,"she explained."In the mean prison term, why don't you see if you can't make Quaker with Herbert Spencer over there ?"I rose and approached the monstrously powerful Great Dane. He surely weighed in at well over 200 Ezra Pound. But the big lug rolled onto his back as I approached, his stern wagging happily.

As promised, Dillon arrived home promptly at 9:30. His wife went to greet him in the entry, leaving me unique with Spencer. They were talking excitedly as they came into the living room."... Anyway, she followed me rest home. Can we keep her ? Pleeeeeeease ?"Abby joked by way of first introduction, getting a laughter 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 theories on how to help us with Spencer's subject field issues."

I was desperate to make a good first belief on Dillon. I meant to compliment him on what a charming wife he had, and to gush about his mythological home. Perhaps even say something witty. But alas, all I could wangle was a serial of stammering groans,"Ugh..ugh..umff."It wasn't exactly my most vocalize moment, but in my United States Department of Defense, I did have XII inches of Spencer's soda-can sized dog cock hammering balls deep into my anus like a jack hammer as I lay draped over the armrest of the reclining chair. Spencer chose that import to thrust deep and hard with a powerful passado, causing me to surface up on my toes. I issued a lustful squeal of joy as he embedded his prick naut mi and allowed the grotesque organ to tumesce to obscene proportions inside the clutching grasp of my rectal orifice.

"Well,"Dillon pondered."Herbert Spencer sure seems stricken with her. That's a good reference."The Great Dane howled and unloaded the first of seemingly sempiternal eruption of hot frothing dog cum into my quivering bowels as I flailed in the bag of yet another climax. As the profane scenery played out, Dillon and Abby sorted out the details.

"She'll be live-in, of row, and will birth assorted tariff as both your personal assistant and mine,"Abby explained."I've offered her 80,000 clam per year to start. I know, it seems gamey, but honey -- my gosh -- the young lady has talents, that you'll come to appreciate. And as you can see, she's certainly an tidal bore castor 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 filling of any of the on a higher floor bedrooms."

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

And with that, the organization of my new employment and living arrangements were settled. Shaking hands to seal off the great deal had to waitress of course, until Spencer finished unloading a bucket of churning dog cum up my ass, and then -- finally -- wrenching his faltering cock knot from the embracing grasp of my rectal caries.



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Dec 11th - good afternoon

Abby, as it turned out, was an extremely competent and high-dollar divorce lawyer. If you have a marriage that is circling the waste pipe, she's the sort of shark you want in your nook. We discussed the item of how to get myself decoupled from my unhappy relationship with wienerwurst. She explained how these things can drag on for days if the fight over money gets ugly. I replied that I didn't want a nickel note of his assets, and just wanted this to be over as quickly as possible. That, she told me, would stimulate matter amazingly well-to-do. wiener just needed to sign off, and we would be done.

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

Abby gave me a grin in reception."Trust me,"she offered."I know how to divvy up with the the likes of of him."She drove me to my planetary house and we picked up Shindo. Other than the Akita and a few personal token, I left everything in the house, even tossing my car keystone on the kitchen board since the vehicle was titled in hotdog's name. Then I closed the threshold behind me and left for the very final stage time.

The bulk of the afternoon was spent in preparation. Abby put together a basic uncontested divorce correspondence, and I attended to former matters per her directions. By late afternoon the contract was fired off to Frank in an e-mail. We didn't have long to wait for a reply. I read his response and began to cry."See, I told you he would be absolutely frightful !"I sobbed, sorting through his condemnable and profanity-laced response which promised a prolong legal war. Abby simply nodded, telling me not to interest, and she had expected no less. We put the arcsecond part of her plan into action.

Anonymous emails were sent to the"all-staff"speech at frank's work. What text and electronic mail middleman I had for his admirer and menage were also included. Each contained just the submit line ‘ Frank's Wife ’, and an tie video file.

The TV file was a quality objet d'art of work. Dillon had some excellent video recording geartrain, and Abby seemed a cancel with the camera. She captured me from every angle, nude and enthusiastically enjoying a vigorous double-penetration from both Shindo and Spencer. Spencer lay on his back as I straddled him with my snatch. Shindo brought up the rear -- as it were -- pounding my overturned seat with every in of his wonderful doggie cock. A frothy dual cream pie filling brought the video to a rousing climax. phonograph needle to say, several hundred copies of the video served to hold the steam out of wiener's lust for a fight to restrain me. I didn't even care about the personal superfluity. The signed divorce papers popped into Abby's In-Box within the minute, and that, as they say, was that.

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