We recently moved into a new neighborhood. As I was rummaging around in the attic, I discovered a diary. near of it was pretty tame clobber, but the last few entries got pretty juicy. Here's what I found :

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Dec 5th - dawning

As had become function, my hubby Frank flopped down at our kitchen table for a quick breakfast. His finger worked furiously on the screen of his ever-present phone, checking electronic mail, text, and the in vogue stock statistics. Aside from wondering when his pledge and umber might magically appear, I doubt he would even throw noticed if I wasn't there. Like many a vernal ‘ trophy wife ’, my illusions of a fantasy wedlock to a plenteous erstwhile guy had quickly evaporated in the beginning few months of our union. I sighed, realizing that I had become relegated to simply another one of the many expensive trappings that comprised ‘ Frank's Big Collection of Toys ’.

"I'm thinking about joining a gym,"I offered, trying to break the awkward silence over the sunup meal. frank responded by holding up a dismissive hand as an incoming phone cry summoned his attention. I seethed quietly to myself, poking at my toast halfheartedly as wienerwurst laughed uproariously at something in his phone conversation. I looked up expectantly, hoping he might contribution 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 nose goading at my knee. I heard a quiet whine from below the kitchen table. I reached down and petted Shindo, our purebred Akita. As with everything else we owned, the big dog had set Frank back a modest fortune. Yet Shindo was pretty lots my dog since I was the only one who gave him any attention. The carload of money Shindo had cost had done nothing to see to it a well-behaved animal. He was overly energetic, with a preference for getting into anything and everything. One of his most annoying traits was that he would produce a bee-line for any unprotected groin, sniffing and prodding with his low temperature wet nose into the most intimate of places. We had to be on ceaseless guard against his embarrassing put-on if we had guests in the sign.

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 blue and disaffected notion. I smiled pleasantly at hot dog as I meticulously buttered a slice of my toast. Under the tabular array, I allowed my wooden leg to part. Shindo was quick to appropriate upon the opportunity and I felt him wriggle his way between my legs. Still dressed in a bathrobe, I closed my naked thighs down in a welcome embrace around the eager Akita, stifling a playful squeal as I felt his snout prod up against my scanty clad genital organ.

I squirmed in my seat, unsure of what would take place 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 rid rein, so this was uncharted territory for us both. His warm breather washed across my taut lilliputian white panties. I choked back a giggle as his cold wet nose pressed into my loins, sniffing enthusiastically at the alluring odor he discovered there.

My affectionateness was beating with a combination of reverence and lustful excitement. What if frank noticed something amiss and discovered the risque barker between my ramification ? I couldn't even reckon the plethora as I would have to try to explain myself. I felt a red kick of shame creep its way up my look. I should put a plosive to this immediately, I realized. I chewed nervously at my depressed lip, and then did the exclusively reasonable matter. I slowly scooted forward to the edge of my death chair, spreading my stage all-embracing and allowing the curious Akita unexclusive access.

Immediately his wet eyetooth tongue caressed my panty-covered vaginal mound. I clenched my teeth, holding in a lustful groan of Passion. This was already more intimate attention than I had received from Frank in calendar month. I felt my pantie quickly begin to moisten, absorbing both spittle from Shindo's energetic natural language and the steamy dampness oozing from my humid vaginal slit. My stringent slippery pussy -- neglected for far too long -- eagerly unfurled its overweight knock lips. The Akita dug deeper, lured by the irresistible savor. Pressing his snout harder into my lustful cleft, Shindo worked his rough tongue against the thin cotton fiber roadblock, pushing the crotch of my step-in up into my snuggery footling cunt. I gripped the sharpness of the table with both hands, fighting the need to thrash my ramification in reply to simmering intimate 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 breathing became ragged and despairing, and suddenly my hip bucked of their own treaty. The joints of the chairperson creaked alarmingly, but Frank didn't seem to notice. The musculus in my thighs clenched and trembled as a convulsive spasm gripped my zany. Barely in control of my body, I ground my articulatio coxae in a obtuse, sensual move in the kitchen chair as Shindo eagerly consumed the syrupy wetness that flooded through the cotton wool crotch of my panties. I closed my ramification tightly around the Akita's furry head, wrapping him in a loving embrace as orgasmic ripples vibrated through the depths of my shtup slot. Then, in a final spasm, I rocked my head back and pressed my loins eagerly forward against the canine's talented snout. My hair whipped in a cascade of blond and I dared to let my work force slip from the table and caress my naked upper thigh. Dragging my fingers up over my corporation, I sensuously squeezed my bosom, pinching my aching nipples through the voiced masking of my robe.

Then -- finally -- I felt the wonderful sensations in my goof begin to bumble. Small post-orgasmic tremors continued to register as Shindo maintained a unshakable rhythm with his talented cunt-licking tongue. Despite his gumptious campaign, the flowage of saccharine fluids poured through my panties faster than he could lap them up. I felt a warm, sticky puddle Begin to constitute on the seat of the hot seat, soaking my pantie from below. The scent of wet cunt butter hung heavily in the air, overwhelming the mundane breakfast feeling of coffee bean and pledge.

"Well, 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 glazed heart, trying to recover from my sexually-induced shock. He took no notice of my tussle haircloth, reddened expression, or panting breathing spell as he gathered his keys and briefcase and headed out to his car. I heard the garage doorway cycle and the engine of his Mercedes growl to life. The sound of the car receded as the automatic service department threshold rattled shut. I sat there at the kitchen mesa in my cum-soaked pantie as Shindo continued to diligently lick his tongue in my scanty privates. A singled binge rolled down my cheek as I stared ahead into malarkey.



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December 6th - morning time

wienerwurst arrived at breakfast, his phone once again his steadfast companion as I faded into the scope of his world. I however felt a renewed good sense of agitation."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 perceptible nod as he pecked out an email."It's one of those all-lady gyms, just in character you're worried about that,"I continued. weenie's total lack 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 Lapplander fare as every day -- coffee and goner. However, the scatter under the table today was slightly dissimilar. Shindo was uncharacteristically well behaved, sitting patiently under the board. It was almost as if he and I were co-conspirators in our naughty niggling secret. But as I spread my stage he quietly rose to his feet and worked his way between my delicate, creamy thighs. Today he found no panty barrier separating him from my girlish appeal. Instead he found me moist and expectant, my au naturel, ruffled pussy lips already unroll with arousal. Perched on the border of the chair, I spread my legs, causing my slit to gape heart-to-heart for him. Looking down I saw a dribble of my buttery sauce ooze out, trailing down to the floor on a shimmering tosh of vaginal fluid. The big dog intercepted the slowly descending streamer on his glossa, licking his chops in anticipation.

Then Shindo dove into the main course. His grating wet tongue embraced the back talk of my snatch, savoring the tasty discharge glistening on my garden pink flesh. Licking me clean, he pulled back, his jowl working as he relished the lingering flavor. As a test, I attempted to disquiet him with a low corner of toast. Normally he was up for any little morsel, but the large canine completely ignored it. He had obviously acquired a preference for the perceptiveness of buttery pussy muffin instead. I popped the firearm of toast in my mouth and chewed as the Akita pushed his snout back against my slit. I squirmed as his cold nose made contact with my clit. His tongue teased my fleshy little nub of delight and I gave a subdued gasp in response. Then his unwritten appendage slipped humiliated, working its way into the clutching tunnel of my twat. elbow on the mesa, I interlaced my digit and rested my chin on my deal, trying to hold a bore verbalism as several column inch of wet dog tongue wriggled up into my tight little snatch.

The Akita attempted to explore every hidden corner and cranny of my clutching rap vaginal folds, turning his furry head this way and that to exploit every angle. I had never imagined that a doggy tongue was so incredibly long -- or maneuverable. But it was a discovery that I enjoyed with lustful delectation. 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 pussy. I gulped in horror, realizing that the animal seemed intent on fucking me with his face. I groaned at the genius but then started to lower my hands to pull his hooter back out of my cuckoo. But then I flinched, quickly resuming my chin-on-hands pose as wienerwurst looked up and favored me with a rare but disinterested glance. I reached down with trembling hands and retrieved my cup of coffee, desperately attempting to maintain a pattern reflexion as a just helping of the Akita's snout tunneled its way into my quivering cunt.

I set the cup down in its disk, a rattling noise filling the kitchen as the two while of china clattered together under my shaking fingers. I squirmed in my chair, trying to lodge the incredible stretching sensation in my pussy. Then Shindo's clapper lashed out once again, digging its way into previously unexplored regions of my prurient fuck arm. I could feel the wet tip of his glossa deeply embedded, devouring the sticky discharge that oozed in an unstoppable flow from my fleshy vaginal bosom. It felt as if the ravenous beast was only a few inches short of slipping his eager tongue into the opening night of my womb. Accepting that genial effigy as a challenge I spread my limber thighs even wider and gently pressed my rose hip forward onto his snout. The Akita seemed to sense my wanton need, responding with a emphatic get-up-and-go of his own.

A glistening shininess of sweat broke out on my os frontale, betraying the effort of our obscene interaction. The collaborative exercise paid off, and another two inches of furry canine tooth snoot were press-fit into my avaricious little cunt. But then, just as I was expecting his lingua to resume its lecherous explorations, the Akita pulled back, withdrawing his neb from my twat and leaving me gaping and in a do-or-die state of matter of foiling. Then I heard Shindo gasp a heroic breath and I realized the reason for his activity. The short doggy was unable to breath with his snout deeply buried in the depths of my tight wet goof. The Akita's sides heaved as he replenished his oxygen supply.

I gazed down at the eye tooth with concern but he appeared to be recovering. Then with renewed vigor he licked the stocky froth of cunt ointment from his lower jaw and burrowed his way back into my creamy tunnel of lecherousness. I bit my lower lip as he stretched me to new terminus ad quem. A strangled moan of passion almost escaped my mouth. His gazed up at me with an implicit mixture of canid love life and lecherousness. His snoot was buried so abstruse that his shadow soulful oculus stopped just short of my widely stretched glistening snatch sass. deep in the profundity of my pussy I felt his tongue surge 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 entryway to a new region of my body. The onset of my climax was genial, overwhelmed by the actualization that I had the tip of a naughty doggy tongue tickling the ingress to my uterus. I barely managed to choke back a delirious scream of ecstasy, throttling it back to a barely audible growl of animalist passion. Then my pussy contracted in a knock-down spasm and my hip bucked in speedy succession, burying even more than of Shindo's with child snout in my alarmingly over-stretched slit. I fought a desperate battle to preserve command of my body, 50 I fall to the floor flopping like a fish in the grip of my orgasmic condensation. My knucks turned white as I gripped the sharpness of the table and hung on in despair. I bit my lower lip as my prolong orgasm caused my snatch to clench down over and over, grasping at the Akita's deeply embedded snout and knife. Shindo rode me like an expert, moving with my every one dollar bill and whirl, unrelenting in his oral exam care. My second joint quivered in a muscular cramp as I closed them tightly around the head of my furry friend. Finally, with a quiet pant, I suddenly relaxed as the live on of my coming was wrung from the flexing tissue of my twat.

Shindo withdrew, panting and desperate for a renewed influx of air. My kitty gaped shamelessly and a seeming river of fade cunt butter poured from my outdoors screwing one-armed bandit. The milky discharge dripped freely and clung to both of my interior thigh in a shimmering application. I blinked, trying to focus on frank as he sat in his chair, still design on his all-important text subject matter. A growing puddle of simmering pussy cream grew on the floor between my invertebrate foot, but Shindo was straightaway and eager to lap up all the incriminating evidence.

hot dog rose and headed off to act, unmindful as usual.

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December 6th - Afternoon

After a long shower bath and a quick tiffin I gathered up my braveness and made my way down to Bumper's, the ladies-only gym and spa I had found. I went up to the parry and told the 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 older than my age of twenty. Lydia gave me an in-depth tour. We talked about the diverse exercise classes that were offered and she showed me how to use a lot of the system of weights machine, stationary bikes, and salt mine. I liked what I saw, and signed up for a six calendar month membership on the maculation.

I had brought some workout dress with me, so I went into the locker room and changed. I felt a little blockade, wearing my old"Hello puss"sports bra from high school. But I figured I could buy some new gear once I got a sense of what was considered fashionable around here. Stepping back out of the footlocker room, I surveyed the vast array of gym equipment, not sure where to bulge. There was a Jazzercise class in session, so I went over to determine, just trying to get a feel for everything.

As I was standing there, I suddenly felt a bearing next to me. Standing to my right hand was a beautiful redheaded woodpecker, dressed in very short underdrawers and a frayed-out cut-off Rolling Stones tee shirt. She was in her lately 1920s and stood a couplet inches taller than my five ft five height."I feel like a kid in a candy store,"she remarked, gazing out on the appeal of prancing little girl in an array of swither, boxershorts and wet yoga pants. I felt a bit self-conscious. I was a trim one hundred and 15 pounds, but was feeling a bit soft and wiggly compared to the hard, 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 deal."And yeah, first day. I'm like a total gym virgin, so be gentle,"I joked.

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

I looked in the focusing 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 class for a consequence, and then turned back to me."ribbing,"she replied."Do you need to come eat my pussy ?"

My lower jaw dropped, thinking I must not experience heard her correctly. She saw my looking at of cushion and a red flush of embarrassment began to cower up her expression."Oh my god,"she stammered."I'm so sorry ! You're not one of Lydia's lady friend, are you ? It's just that ... Oh, dammit, it's just that you're wearing that ‘ hi Kitty'summercater bra ... All of Lydia's fille always wear a pink ‘ Hello pool ’. It's kind of like the secret handclasp around here ... So I just thought ... Dammit ! Please, I am so sorry,"Maggie stammered in spooky apology.

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

Maggie bit her lower lip, looking down at the floor like a gamey 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 fille always wear that ‘ Hello puss'logotype 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 feeling slipstream over me, similar to that sense of insurrection I had felt when I first let my doggie Shindo lick my panties at the breakfast table. I felt butterfly in my stomach as I wrestled with the conflicting sentiment awash in my mind. Taking Maggie's hands in mine, I leaned in close."Shhh ... It's ok."I whispered. A grateful saying washed over her.

I paused, fearing that this was one of those potentially sorcerous moments, and it was balanced on the sharpness of slipping away forever. I swallowed, trying to forgather my courageousness."I ... ah ... I'm not one of Lydia's ... you know ... girls,"I stammered nervously."But do you think that ... maybe ... you could teach me ?"I swallowed again, feeling a flush of embarrassment wage hike up my font. Had I just done that ? Had I just propositioned a Lesbian at the gym ? Well, I guess that was one way to progress to an worry imprint right off the bat. I felt my affectionateness thrashing in my breast as I looked deep into her optic, visually pleading for her to not refuse me."Please ..."I urged her in a pleading whisper."Edward Teach me how to ... to eat out your pretty piddling pussy."

A wide smile crossed Maggie's typeface and she nodded eagerly, taking my hand in tow and leading me across the gym. After my dog Shindo's amazing viva voce intervention of my pussy this morning, I certainly had a few ideas in my headspring, but resolved myself to letting Maggie teach me the proverbial R-2.

Reaching the front desk, Maggie asked Lydia in an commove whisper,"Can we get a key to a massage room ?"Lydia looked at us in confusion."A compositor's case of mistaken identity operator,"Maggie explained, gently tracing her finger across the ‘ Hello Kitty'mental image printed across the leftfield breast of my sports bra."But we got it sorted out, so now Suzy here is officially ‘ in training ’. You two can talk later and shape out the details."Lydia scowled, shooting Maggie a disapproving look. Then she reluctantly handed over a key, saying naught. I could narrate she was not thrilled about Maggie's unsolicited recruiting endeavour.

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Dec 6th - Later that afternoon

"first base time with Maggie ?"Lydia inquired with a knowing smirk as I approached the movement counter at the gym about an 60 minutes later to hark back her key. A flush of shame rushed up my face.

"number 1 fourth dimension -- with any girl,"I whispered, running my fingers through my wet and matted hairsbreadth. Lydia gave me a knowing smile, having apparently gotten over her early irritation."That lady friend is a bit of a water pistol,"she acknowledged with a mischievous smile. I let the understatement stand without further scuttlebutt, looking down at the panoptic, wet splatter of female interjection that stained about of the straw man of my sports bra with Maggie's touch scent.

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

"I think so,"I acknowledged quietly, trying to disregard my subconscious judgement as it offered up words like ‘ tribade, cocotte, and whore ’. Checking around to see if anyone else was within listening length, I continued."Maggie paid me sixty dollars. Your cut for anything that happens at the gym is third. Anything outside the gym is my own stage business. If I'm wearing anything with ‘ howdy Kitty ’, it means I'm ‘ working'that day. If anyone starts asking nosy questions, I'm out, and you don't know nothing. Oh, and the customer is always right."

Lydia gave a slight nod of her capitulum as I recited each detail from retentivity."Clever young lady,"she praised, gesturing towards my handful of bill with a flick of her fingers. I peeled off the to the lowest degree sticky twenty buck bill for her and tucked the quietus into my pouch."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 smacking as she passed. She paused, leaning over riposte with a voicelessness to my new ‘ boss ’."That's a quality little bitch, there Lydia. You put that female child and her wizardly knife to cultivate for you !"

I blushed fiercely at the compliment and gave her departing physical body a undulation as the forepart door banged shut. I turned and headed for the showers, realizing that I was going to need to empower in a whole lot more ‘ Hello kitty-cat'workout clothes if I planned on presenting a fresh appearance for each new customer during the day. But for today there was nothing to be done but simply muddle through. I went back over to the physical exercise room, seeing what new attention I might pull in in the crowd of girls ...

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December 9th - morning

Frank left former this morning, not having bothered to tell me in advance about a week-long patronage trip he had scheduled. I couldn't find the need to get up for breakfast, thinking I would just sleep in. But I was awakened with a flabby canine whine. I turned on the nightstand Light and there was Shindo, his eyes just visible over the edge of the bed, looking at me with an with child wag of his hindquarters. The big Akita had definitely become a fan of our new morning procedure and after an incomprehensible delay he had come up to see when his morning breakfast"treats"would be delivered. I groaned and rolled over, reaching out to pass him a lazy scar on the neck opening.

The Akita was not appeased with my feat. With an effortless limit, the Brobdingnagian dog leapt up onto the bed, causing the frame to whine under the shock."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 to the lowest degree you came to bid me a happy birthday,"I sighed sadly. I had hoped in vain that Frank might own left a card, efflorescence, or a pose for my 21st, but found no grounds of any such efforts.

Shindo barked and lunged at me teasingly and we tussled in the covers. I shrieked in surprise as I tumbled from the bed, dragging a snarl of covers, pillows, and a barking Akita with me as I fell. Laughing I squirmed to unwrap myself from the snare of the cover wound around my wooden leg. As I struggled to get onto my hands and articulatio genus I suddenly felt a heavy exercising weight land on my back. Shindo wrapped his furry front line paw around my au naturel torso. I felt something inflexible and fleshy prod insistently at the cotton plant crotch of my panties as the large Akita jostled for position on my overturned hindquarters. I glanced over at the wide duration mirror on the closet room access, seeing Shindo mounted on my binding. His furry haunches ground against my firm little panty-clad rump.

He pulled back for a moment and I gasped at the chew over image. The Akita was sporting a huge erection ! It was every bit of eight in in length, and looked to be as thick as my wrist. A long, slimed fall 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 rally. Now I suppose that any respectful girl will tell apart you that she would possess immediately put a blockage to this obscene development. Honestly, I'll believe that when I see it. My hormones were raging from my lesbian encounter at the gym over the past several days. I had been too long ignored by a neglectful husband. There wasn't even practically of a moral quandary. One way or another, I was going to get my natal day fuck !

Straining against the Akita's body free weight I managed to rise to a kneeling position. Shindo kept his front hand tightly locked around my rib batting cage, hopping awkwardly on his hind leg as I shifted situation. His furry manus clamped possessively around my trunk, just underneath my small steady tits. My nipple were perked into rigid little heavy brown marrow of lecherousness. My finger frantically reached for the waistband of my step-in, dragging them down to my knees and exposing my rapidly moistening kitty. With a grunt I dropped back down onto my helping hand and knees as the huge dog's weight once more settled down onto my back. Shido squirmed, maneuvering himself into billet. I wriggled my hips in invitation. Carefully the Akita maneuvered the tip of his shaft into coalition, 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 puss with a delicious friction. I groaned with rage, clenching my vaginal brawniness, causing him to slowly grind to a stay. He issued an excited bark, thrilled to discover that his human female friend had a wonderfully tight and fuckable slit. He withdrew, fighting against the greedy, grasping embrace of my humid screw tunnel. Only the tip of his tool remained embedded as he steadied himself. Then with a forceful lurch he thrust up and into me. I met him with a fleshly response of my own, urgently rolling my rose hip up and back. I grunted under the shock, my au naturel ass cheeks flattening as they pushed up tight against his furry haunches. With that vigorous thrust he was fully hilted, his broad round orchis firing pressed up tight against my vaginal lips.

He paused, jostling on my dorsum as he adjusted his stance. Then, as if by reciprocal unsaid arrangement, 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 screwing thrusts. I moaned like a sporting lady, bucking my hips frantically as I clenched my vaginal musculus, milking the duration of his massive rooster. Our sexual mating was savage, animalistic, and exactly what I desperately needed. I felt him grapple down harder around my rib John Milton Cage Jr., betraying the urgency of his gesture. His jaws latched onto a patch of my long blonde haircloth, yanking my head backwards and causing me to sheer my spine downward in reaction. My hip joint rolled upward, pressing my quivering snatch harder into his loins. My cunt sassing rippled, clasping his pistoning cock in a tight, loving bosom. Vaginal fluids drained from the tight seal between my lips and his prick. A steady trickle oozed out and splattered down into the panties spanned between my genu. Soaking through the thin cottony material they began to spread a wet spot into the pricy Oriental rug beneath me.

Shindo lunged forward and held his position, every live on throbbing inch of his monumental putz socketed deep in my grateful piffling pussy. He issued a quiet whine and then I felt his cock knot begin to swell inside my twat. It was the decisive second. If I expelled him now I could exempt myself from this punishing sexual encounter. But I knew if I delayed, my fate would be sealed. Cunt and canine would be coupled together until he unloaded his balls into the astuteness of my womb. There was really only one selection in the affair. I lowered my face to the carpet in a submissive position, pressing my hip back against him hard. The bare cheek of my business firm rump flattened as I ground myself against him. I clenched down tightly with my pussycat, making sure as shooting he had no chance to take to the woods. My naked thighs trembled with expectant lust as I felt his knot continue to swell. My snatch strained with the massive stretching, the lips of my slit bulging outward around his circle, fleshy anchor. His knot swelled to its level best size, throbbing ominously within the straining rim of my snatch. I was securely mounted and nada could discriminate us now.

Shingo let go of my hair and raised his head towards the cap. A prolonged howl filled the room, accompanied by my eagre squeal of passion. I felt his balls pull up tight against the widely splayed lips of my slit, contracting in a powerful spasm. His prick swelled alarmingly within the confines of my tight little cunt as a thundering freight of hot dog cum raced down the distance of his slam. I gasped, feeling him explode inside me. A geyser of doggy sperm rocketed into my vaginal tunnel, a tidal undulation of frothing goo spray and splattering every finally nook and cranny of my quivering pussy. I shrieked, feeling my pussy convulse in a powerful coming. My rippling vaginal muscles clamped down tight on his invading shaft, milking him in a powerful traveling bag as his cum cannon unloaded his second eruption into my effect.

My orgasm raced through my body. I clenched my teeth as my imaginativeness blurred. My thigh and tummy shivered with lubricious delight as my pussy lips seemed to writhe with a mind of their own. I even felt my crocked little son of a bitch pucker in and out in a rhythmic series of orgasmic muscle contraction, gaping open and then clenching tightly shut as I shuddered and gasped for breathing time.

Shindo thrust again, raising my knees off the floor with the military force of his lunge. A 3rd jet of dog cum was forcefully delivered into my twat. I felt the delicate tissue paper begin to stretch, filled to the limit with an overstuffing of rooster and cum. The Akita's hammer swelled once Thomas More, quivering in the hold of my orgasmic vaginal embracing as his clump pumped furiously. With no space left within my kitty-cat, his scalding gusher of cum boiled over into my womb, coating my innards with a soothing glaze of his steamy dearest potion. I was absolutely replete to the brim. Shindo bucked his haunches again, seemingly tireless in his efforts to come in his gooey ejaculate into every last-place fissure of my puss. But I was finally overloaded. I felt my breadbasket swell as his cock pulsed, launching ever more than long ropy rope of churning cum into my cunt. The seal of my clutching pussy lips around his throbbing prick gave way and a cascade of frothing cum and vaginal juice gushed forth, splattering obscenely into my stiff panties and onto the now ruined imported rug.

Shindo gave one final examination exhausted poking and more rill of our mixed cream drained from my exhausted pussy. Then he collapsed on my back, both of our sides heaving as we desperately fought to regain our breathing spell. As his breathing finally resumed normal he gave the backrest of my neck a serial of loving licks. Then he attempted to dismount. I held him firm, clutching down tightly with the tender embracement of my snug pussy, not wanting to lose that wonderful sensory faculty of fulfillment. He conceded to my desires, resting heavily on my back as his cock knot slowly subsided in the grip of my vaginal embrace. I felt his mightily heart whipping and my own acquired his round, throbbing as a unmarried coupled beast. After what must have been nearly half an hour his knot had finally deflated down to normal size. There was goose egg I could do to stop the retirement of his softening tool as it slithered from my tender slit. A cascade of sticky fluid poured from my gaping piece of ass kettle of fish as he withdrew, adding to the hopeless spot on the rug beneath me. Streams of our mix discharge oozed down my naked thigh as I basked in the fading afterglow.

Finally I rose, muscle aching from the awkward position. I dragged the cum-drenched panty the remainder of the way off my legs and took a hanker soothing shower. I toweled off, feeling my twat continue to drain. I glanced at my discarded panties on the floor, soiled wet with dog cum and vaginal goo. With a reprobate sense of honour I tugged the exploited panty back on, wriggling my hips to firmly seat them. The pasty wet fork paste itself securely to my still tender vaginal cumulation. I inhaled deeply, savoring the odor of worn-out sex as it enveloped me in a heady cloud. And then, throwing on a pair of sweats and an old tee shirt, I went out to the mall, looking to further expand my stock of ‘ hullo pussy'workout wear with some well-deserved natal day shopping.

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December 9th - Afternoon

After an early on lunch and a shower I finally made it to the gym. numerous vociferation of"Hey Suzy !"began to ring out before I even made it to the edifice. 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.

inside, Lydia greeted me at the front desk. I settled up my account with her from the old 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 ‘ body of work ’, I thought with a smile. The impression briefly crossed my intellect that I was no longer entirely dependent on frankfurter's money for my existence.

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

"Well, I did splice one,"I offered in an unsettled tonus. Lydia laughed heartily in response.

But then her expression turned back to the serious. She licked her lips, pausing in an ill-chosen secrecy, trying to choose her words."I've had some ... ‘ special postulation'from some of the gentlewoman at the gym ..."she began, trailing off at the end. I cocked an eyebrow, peculiar as to what she was tap-dancing around. Taking a mystifying breath, she forged ahead."We used to sustain a girl here who had a particular gift that our premium clients really miss. She was ... well, she had a bit of ... of an anal retentive fetich. So they were wondering if you ... I mean, no force per unit area, if that's not your thing, but I just thought I would bemuse it out there ..."She stopped there, looking at me expectantly.

I looked back at her, trying to process the scattered entropy."Do you mean ..."I glanced around nervously even though we were safely in her closed off office."You mean like ... licking girl'... arse ?"I inquired in a whisper. My eyes were spacious. Why was my heart hammering double-time ? I felt a blush of red washing over my aspect. Lydia nodded slightly, waiting for me to respond.

"female child do that ?"I replied in stunned amazement, trying to think 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 nervous whispering.

"Had you ever eaten puss before starting here ?"Lydia inquired with a wink. I shook my head, grinning. My life had been painfully boring and normal until just a few daytime ago."Well, you're one of those rare natural talents when it comes to lapping up pussy. I'll bet that hot niggling tongue of yours could mold its exceptional wizard rimming out a tight picayune butthole too."

I pondered that, ineffective to find any defect in her logical system."Rimming"I asked in a curious hush, never having heard the terminus.

Lydia frowned, trying to fancy out how to best explain it. Suddenly her expression brightened."Here, I'll show you,"she replied. Stepping to her electronic computer she pulled up the internet and typed in a lookup for lesbian rimming. A cascade of links for pictorial matter and video filled the sieve. I gasped at the mint, holding my hand over my rima oris in jounce."wrench up that one !"I urged breathlessly as a particularly pretty pair of fille caught my aid. After an in-depth probe of several videos and legion photos, Lydia closed the screen, much to my disappointment.

"Well, what should I secernate them ?"she enquire."It usually pays about double what you're getting now."

I pondered my answer. The money sure was tempting. And I found myself more than a little intrigued by the idea. But could I take myself to do it in actuality ? I didn't want to make hope to Lydia and then incur my skills were not up to the task."I'm just not indisputable I would be good at it,"I confessed."I mean, maybe if one of the little girl were willing to let me try to learn ..."

Lydia considered this, her brain working as to who might serve well as a will tutor. As her mental wheels turned, I found my gaze drawn down to the rounded dandy of her hips. She was wearing a tight, white mini skirt that hugged itself to the curvature of her shapely bum. I subconsciously licked my lips, wondering what marvelous treasure might lay buried deep in the offer of her pleasant-tasting ass. I could feel my panties begin to moisten at the thought. She turned to bet at me, not missing the direction of my unabashed stare. Without a word she reached behind her and tugged down the slide fastener of her skirt. The slick garment seemed to pour down her shapely stage, leaving her firm creamy rear end clad only in a narrow thong scanty that was wedged tightly into the crack of her ass.

She bent over the desk. I approached her from behind, my heart buffeting in my breast. I knelt down behind her, thinking to myself that ‘ kissing your political boss ass'was rarely performed so literally. With trembling hands I reached up and found the narrow girdle of her thong panties. I tugged them downward, dredging the melt off band out of the crack of her ass. The pocket-sized trilateral crotch of the panties peeled slowly off her vaginal mound, trailing shimmering pennon of pussy lubricant that soaked the cottony privates. She stepped with one human foot and then the other as I worked the panties off her feet. Her high cad gave a wonderful lift to her shapely ass as she leaned over the desk. Freed from her panty, Lydia widened her stance, spreading her house, tanned peg. Her ass crack gaped open before me, exposing her nude pussy. And there, just a scant column inch eminent, I found the target of my libidinous desire.

I had never seen an anus close up before. It was a marvelously cute little characteristic, framed so perfectly between her creamy white nates cheeks. The puckered, wrinkled chassis was a pinkish brown. The wrinkles radiated outward from the tightly clutched nitty-gritty, forming a unadulterated fiddling star-shaped orifice. I knew from the here and now I saw it that I was in love and lust.

I leaned in, working my expression into the deep crevice of her ass crack. I used my manus to spread her cheeks, allowing me to delve deeper. Without a tip of disinclination I pressed my sass to Lydia's puckered little pooper. I heard her gasp with pleasure as I nuzzled her in an lewd kiss. I let my tongue flicker out, teasing and gently probing the incredibly blotto resistance of her rectal portal. Applying more than atmospheric pressure, the fight between my eagre tongue and Lydia's fiercely clinch little diddly-shit socket began ...

... As I finished, Lydia collapsed across the desk with a net orgasmic spasm. My spent 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 twitches."I ... I think you just earned your first promotion,"She offered in a breathless articulation. I flashed a vast grin in response.

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Dec 10th - even

After I left Lydia's office yesterday, she had enthusiastically spread the word that I was now available -- and highly recommended -- for ‘ exclusive services ’, to use her term. ‘ Ass licking'struck me as such a vulgar sounding way to put it, so I liked her sugar-coating terminal figure instead. But regardless of what we chose to forebode it, my schedule for today filled rapidly. I had to arrive at an early commencement to get all the eager ladies worked in. By the end of a very long day, I had seen enough little pink lady rectums up close and personal to stopping point me for a piece. 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 puckers I had spent the day hugging and tonguing out. An expectant grin crossed my face as I pulled into the driveway. I hoped Shindo wasn't too tempestuous with me. I hadn't had time to gratify in our morning romp with him today, so I thought he might be feeling a bit neglected. Well, maybe letting the Akita wriggle his eager clapper up my mean small twitching asshole was just the bonding experience we needed to patch up matter up.

But my concupiscent phantasy came crashing to a halt as the garage door rolled up and there was Frank's car. Apparently his business trip had ended early. I cursed my bad luck but put on my Charles Herbert Best fake grinning and greeted him as I came in the threshold. He gave me a distracted Wave and went back to the conversation on his telephone. 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 friendly bark. But as I stormed past with my temper construction, his tail drooped with uncertainty. He turned and cautiously followed me up to the bedroom. I tossed my pocketbook onto the bed with an wild motion. The Akita gave a quiet whine of headache and settled down onto the carpet, his head teacher between his front paws with a sad look, watching me.

Suddenly I realized that I wasn't going to let Frank bodge my evening. I had planned for a decent intimate time with my doggy, and darn it, that's what I was going to get. In fact, I found I couldn't tending less that Frank was right down stairs. I reached under my mini skirt and peeled off my sticky-wet panty. I tossed the undies in the direction of the canine and he eagerly began to sniff and figure out the drenched and tricky cotton crotch. I discarded skirt and summercater bra and kicked off my tennis shoes, leaving me dressed in zero but my pinko ankle socks.

I sat on the bed and then lay down on my back, my stage draped over the edge. I patted my naked second joint and Shindo rose, buns wagging happily. I spread my legs, opening myself as he approached, wondering how I might entice Shindo to bat my ass instead of just my snatch. The big canine however had another plan in mind. Reaching the bed he reared up with his front paws, straddling my prone form. I looked down, seeing his immense erection bobbing ominously below his furry belly. The meaty shaft was aligned directly with my loins. He thrust forward, his prick finding my wet cunt and sinking easily into its welcoming embrace. I groaned with passion as he began to stroke in and out.

But somehow it just wasn't enough. It wasn't enough with hot dog justly downstairs, not saying two intelligence to me after returning from his trip-up. It wasn't enough after a day of unrealised sexual energy at the gym. My tender little butthole puckered back and forth, demanding attention. I tried to defy, but the lustful impulse was too powerful. I squirmed backwards on the bed, moving away from the rapidly thrusting Akita. He pulled back to set another punishing fuck-thrust, but his shaft slipped from my pussy. pounding and glistening wet with my vaginal juices it tucked up tight under his furry bay window, dripping farseeing fibril of my syrupy sexual lubrication. He whined in protest, wondering why his pussy-ride had come to a premature end.

I squirmed back into position. Reaching down, I found and grasped his shaft, feeling it quiver in my grip. I rolled my hip upward, blindly maneuvering the tip of his doggy prick between my legs. I sighed with lewd anticipation as the sarcoid tip of his dick eased its way into the recessed dimple of my ass. Shindo paused in uncertainty. This didn't tone like girl pussy. He gave an data-based push. My tight minuscule rectal gateway trembled, pulsing in and out as his slippery putz thickening increased the atmospheric pressure. I bit my lower lip, feeling myself commence to stretch. Then suddenly my anus blossomed capable and the starting time few column inch of doggy cock were forced into my straining asshole. The Akita looked at me with an vex look on his face. What a wonderful discovery to rule that human girls apparently had two pussies he could make love ! And this 2nd little fuck tunnel was so much tighter than the number 1 ! He withdrew, leaving just the tip of his cock inside me. Then he thrust again. He plowed deeper and I moaned, spreading my stage wider.

Instinctively I brought my leg up, wrapping them around his furry haunches and crossing my ankles over his low-down back. This rolled my pelvic girdle upward, perfectly aligning my quivering picayune rectal gateway with his thrusting dick. He stroked backwards, a mind-numbing clash combustion within my clutching bowels as dog and girl flesh skimmed in passing. Then he pounded me with a potent thrust as I urged him into me with a desperate clenching of my leg. Slowly he ground to a arrest, the incredible tightness of my anal retentive screw sleeve rippling along his embedded distance. 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 jarring impact. As my nether opening stretched to accommodate him, the Akita began to pick up speed. I uncrossed my ramification from his backbone, returning them to the bed and spreading myself wide underneath him in candid invitation. He began to piston in and out at a frantic pace. I desperately tried to forgather him thrust for thrust with my hips, but eventually he out-paced me. I simply lay back on the bed, my teeth jarring with every savage full-length insertion, moaning with mindless love.

I felt his dick knot begin to tumesce, stretching my pucker slight anus to new dimensions as he forced the blown-up electric organ into my rectal grasp. But then I groaned, stretched to my demarcation line as he tugged his knot back out of my ass. The Akita was lost in a asinine fury of butt-fuck lust and all that mattered was the joy of each full-depth accident in and out of my trembling anal embrace. He drove forward and I barely managed to clog up back a shriek as his rapidly swelling putz knot once again bore down on my tight little arsehole. The Akita scrambled for traction, claws scratching for purchase on the hardwood floor. I felt myself stretched to obscene point of accumulation 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 protuberance outward. Tears watered in my eye and then I grunted as the knot wrenched disengage of my lustful anal retentive embracing.

Shindo thrust forward again, grinding his knot against the muscular mob of my rectum. My chthonian gap quivered with the strain as the Akita punched his haunches in repeated attempts to reinsert himself. I wrapped my articulatio talocruralis back around him, pulling tight and grinding my rose hip in a circular motion. But despite our unite travail, the knot had swollen to impossibly huge proportions. The canine let out a frustrated whine, realizing the all-important error he had made. He frantically continued to stuff, but the well international nautical mile was now hopelessly too tumid and insufferable to drive back into my tight little asshole. We would have to make due without being tied.

The panting canine pounded into me with tidal bore, lust-filled jab. His clapper lolled from his jowl and his sides heaved as the cacoethes overwhelmed him. In a final desperate motion he pulled back severely on his prick, perhaps intent on delivering one final powerful lunge in an attempt to inter his knot in my ass. But as he withdrew, one posterior paw slipped on the hardwood floor. Thrown off balance, his throbbing cock slipped release of my rectal cavity.

He regained his ground and plowed forward with his furry haunches. But released from the guiding channel of my anal fuck tunnel, his cock snapped upward as he attempted to ram domicile. I felt the length of his hot shaft slip through the start out lip of my pussy. His knot pressed into the hugging embrace of my vaginal plica but the end of his cock skimmed freely on through. I felt his swinging balls contract, pressed up tight against my gaping cocksucker. The large cock shaft swelled and then erupted with a churning fount of dog cum. The sticky geyser rocketed from the tip of his exposed cock, arching upward as it sprayed between his furry front end stage. The syrupy trail seemed to hang in the air and then laid itself down, splattering a heavy mess that drenched me from bosom to side and lathered itself into my pilus.

The Akita cycled his haunches and thrust forward a 2nd meter, his back curving as he committed every straining eye tooth brawn into the cause. The first thick hose-down of cum was but a foreshadowing of his second effort. His legs trembling, the dog unleashed a monumental torrent of unenviable sperm as if blown from a shank. The initial wallop caught me full in the grimace, glazing my scandalize expression with an oozing frosting that was layered on midst. As the beast followed through with his fuck-thrust his prick angled higher, launching the operose streamer of cum above my head. It splattered against the headboard with a wet impact and draped itself in sticky, oozing rails across the fine silk sheets and pillows at the head of the bed.

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

Seemingly appalled at the senseless permissive waste of a massive loading of cum, the Akita calmed his frantic pace, hoping to put at to the lowest degree some of his churning milky venting on target. He paused just a fraction of second in his frantic round of fuck-thrusts, squatting grim on his haunches as he lunged forward for another endeavor. His scratch hammered forward, driven by an urgent uncoiling of his muscular haunches. Cum launched from his bastard, splattering the ship's boat physique around my slowly constricting anal gateway, giving me a brief forewarning of his impendent accounting entry. The tip of his spewing cock shaft made contact, perfectly centered, and battered its way through any hints of sarcoid anal electric resistance without remorse. I moaned, feeling the full length of his turncock once again unfold my rectal enactment. Cum frothed from his prick as he buried himself up to his knot, soothing the burning friction in my ass with a marvellous coating of his canine love juice.

My climax flared to lifespan as his dickhead was press-fit into my son of a bitch. I moaned, desperately resisting the urge to squeal with lustful Passion. My rippling anatomical sphincter muscles clamped down tight on his invading shaft, gripping him in an pressing embracing and pulling him ever deeper. Shindo withdrew, fighting against the muscular milking action of my ass. My thighs and tummy shivered with spasms of joy. Then he plunged into my steamy rectal profundity once more, dick spewing relentlessly as he cored into me. Hot churning cum coated my inside and I felt as if my orgasmic delight was causing me to melt. Hot news bulletin erupted across my body, causing a glistening shininess of fret to pour forth from my hyper-sensitive tegument. He thrust once more and I bucked my pelvic girdle, grinding my teeth with the movement and wanting -- needing -- ever bit of him inside me. His lump contracted against the fissure of my ass as I rolled my articulatio coxae upward to mirror his motion. Panting, the Akita's tool gushed a final exam time and I felt my bowels swell with a strong soothing sensation.

The canid trembled, panting desperately as he held his slowly softening cock in the rippling embrace of my shuddering anal fuck arm. 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 open orifice as I sighed with satisfaction.

A exhibitor would probably have been advisable, but I wanted nothing more than to enjoy the afterglow of these wonderful sensations. Shindo curled up on his blanket in the recess as I turned off the lights. Snuggling my way into the cum-splattered sheets I dropped quickly off to slumber. If Frank noticed anything amiss by the time he joined me in bed, he didn't hassle to prepare reference of it.

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December 11th - Morning

They say your life can change 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 24-hour interval. Almost as if he was rid of his abundance of unquiet energy. 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 little brunette and some sort of hot-shot lawyer. She always hit the gym early to blow of a little steam before going in to cultivate. I was more than well-chosen to assist. Abby's thigh draped over my shoulders and clenched tightly around my head as she shuddered through a powerful coming. Her muscles strained as she shivered, her fist clenched as she writhed on her back on the massage tabular array. Then she collapsed with a satisfied squeal of delight. Her hips twitched as I replaced my spit with my finger's breadth. I gently eased my centre fingerbreadth into the profundity 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 deeper. Slowly I twisted my wrist in a fleshly, flier movement as she purred in answer. She sat up, running her fingers through my hairsbreadth and pulling my expression to hers. We kissed, tongues wrestling as I shared the taste of her sweetened slight ass with her.

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

"Oh, it's no big affair, 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 knack of causing trouble. You have no idea how much trouble a vast dog like that can be if he puts his psyche to it.

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

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

Abby looked thoughtful, asking me how I knew. Well, I don't really sleep with how it happened, but one tale led to another. Before I knew it, I was spilling my guts to her, telling her every sordid detail of my horrid biography with Frank, and even my intimate experiences with my Akita. I half expected her to react in daze. But then -- only moments originally -- I had my tongue wriggling abstruse in the clutching confines of her rectum. So perhaps her expectations of my morals weren't all that high school to begin with. Embarrassingly, I ended up with my head in Abby's lap, crying as my stories poured out of me while she lovingly stroked my hair.

Finally I rose, apologizing to her for making a scene as I looked down at the floor in shame. She put her digit under my Kuki, raising my gaze to meet hers."I think I might just have got a perfectly terrific solution to ever live 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. winking away the tears, I slowly nodded. We gathered our thing and she led me to the parking lot. She triggered the remote on her cay and a Stanford White Bugatti blinked its light and chirped in answer.

"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 Frank. But the way Abby looked when she talked about Dillon made me distrust that their relationship was far more positive 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 bill drive in straw man of a immense star sign. Leaving the car in the driveway, Abby invited me inside. I was overwhelmed. I thought my husband Frank liked his displays of wealth, but we lived like paupers in comparing. Marble statues lined the huge entry hallway, and the walls of the living room were covered with what I presumed to be original workplace of classic art.

Abby and I sat down on the Patrick Victor Martindale White leather lounge. All of the furnishings were keen, but I couldn't help but notice a tattered turning point on the matching recliner, its stuffing spilling out onto the storey."Spencer,"Abby explained, rolling her eyes. My eye fell on a huge Great Dane, napping on the story behind the chair. He gave a lazy thump of his huge tail in reaction and then rolled back on his English to continue his nap. Then she took my manpower in hers, and explained her design. My eyes went wide as she laid out the details ...

... My eye was pounding as she finished. I bit my lip, pondering this huge change to my life. Slowly I nodded in agreement. Abby flashed an eagre grin."I'm so excited !"she announced."Now, I will need to curb with Dillon to make sure he's ok with this too,"she explained. I waited pensively as she picked up her headphone."Dillon, dearest, it's me. I'm sorry to nark you at work, but can your clear an minute from your agenda and come house ? Yes, yes, it's very of import. No, I really can't explain it over the phone. I'll just have to show you, but I think you'll be thrilled ... OK, afters, I'll see you in half an hour. Bye !"She put away her earpiece."He'll be here at 9:30,"she explained."In the mean clock time, why don't you see if you can't make friends with Spencer over there ?"I rose and approached the monstrously knock-down Great Dane. He surely weighed in at well over 200 pounds. But the big lug rolled onto his binding as I approached, his can wagging happily.

As promised, Dillon arrived home promptly at 9:30. His married woman went to recognise him in the entry, leaving me only with Spencer. They were talking excitedly as they came into the living room."... Anyway, she followed me domicile. Can we keep her ? Pleeeeeeease ?"Abby joked by way of first first appearance, getting a jape from her hubby. 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 Herbert Spencer's subject field issues."

I was desperate to reach a good first impression on Dillon. I meant to compliment him on what a wizard married woman he had, and to gush about his fabulous plate. Perhaps even say something witty. But alas, all I could manage was a serial of stammering groans,"Ugh..ugh..umff."It wasn't exactly my most articulate moment, but in my defence, I did have 12 inches of Spencer's soda-can size dog rooster hammering balls deep into my anus like a diddlysquat hammer as I lay draped over the armrest of the recliner. Spencer chose that moment to thrust deep and operose with a mightily lurch, causing me to rise up up on my toes. I issued a lustful squeal of delight as he embedded his cock gnarl and allowed the monstrous pipe organ to swell to obscene ratio inside the clutching clench of my rectal orifice.

"Well,"Dillon pondered."Spencer sure seems smitten with her. That's a commodity reference."The Great Dane howled and unloaded the first of seemingly endless eruptions of hot frothing dog cum into my quivering bowels as I flailed in the grips of yet another sexual climax. As the profane scene played out, Dillon and Abby sorted out the details.

"She'll be live-in, of course, and will take in assorted tariff as both your personal assistant and mine,"Abby explained."I've offered her 80,000 one dollar bill per twelvemonth to come out. I know, it seems gamy, but honey -- my gosh -- the female child has gift, that you'll come to appreciate. And as you can see, she's certainly an bore beaver fur when it comes to throwing herself into her work."

"Sounds good to me,"Dillon agreed, apparently entirely unconcerned about the money prospect."She can cause her plectrum of any of the upstair bedrooms."

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

And with that, the system of my new work and living arranging were settled. Shaking hands to seal off the heap had to expect of course, until Herbert Spencer finished unloading a bucket of churning dog cum up my ass, and then -- finally -- wrenching his faltering cock naut mi from the embracing reach of my rectal cavity.



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Dec 11th - Afternoon

Abby, as it turned out, was an extremely competent and high-dollar divorce lawyer. If you have a marriage that is circling the drain, she's the sort of shark you want in your corner. We discussed the details of how to get myself decoupled from my unhappy relationship with weenie. She explained how these things can hale on for years if the fight over money gets ugly. I replied that I didn't want a nickel of his plus, and just wanted this to be over as quickly as potential. That, she told me, would bring in things amazingly light. Frank just needed to sign off, and we would be done.

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

Abby gave me a smile in response."cartel me,"she offered."I know how to deal with the likes of him."She drove me to my house and we picked up Shindo. early than the Akita and a few personal detail, I left everything in the theatre, even tossing my car keys on the kitchen table since the vehicle was titled in weenie's name. Then I closed the door behind me and left for the very last time.

The volume of the afternoon was spent in preparation. Abby put together a basic uncontested divorce agreement, and I attended to other affair per her directions. By late afternoon the declaration was fired off to wiener in an email. We didn't have long to wait for a answer. I read his response and began to cry."See, I told you he would be absolutely horrible !"I sobbed, sorting through his vicious and profanity-laced response which promised a protracted legal war. Abby simply nodded, telling me not to care, and she had expected no less. We put the second part of her plan into action.

Anonymous e-mail were sent to the"all-staff"address at frank's work. What text and electronic mail contacts I had for his friends and family were also included. Each contained just the subject parentage ‘ Frank's Wife ’, and an sequester television file cabinet.

The video file was a quality piece of work. Dillon had some excellent picture recording gearing, and Abby seemed a natural with the camera. She captured me from every angle, defenseless and enthusiastically enjoying a vigorous double-penetration from both Shindo and Spencer. Herbert Spencer lay on his backrest as I straddled him with my pussy. Shindo brought up the posterior -- as it were -- pounding my upturned rump with every column inch of his fantastic pooch tool. A frothy dual ointment pie filling brought the video to a rousing culmination. needle to say, several hundred copies of the video served to take the steam out of Frank's lecherousness for a fight to keep me. I didn't even wish about the personal superfluity. The signed divorcement paper popped into Abby's In-Box within the hour, and that, as they say, was that.

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