PROLOGUE

This is the taradiddle of a mature fair sex, Deepti Sinha. She lives in the large metropolitan region of Mumbai, India. She comes from a conservativist American-Indian language family and married to a troubled businessman through an arranged marriage, still a mutual usage in India and early land in the region. She is a well woman, a salutary wife, and has made it her end to create an environment of peace and comfort for her husband. It has been a task that she was predisposed to perform even if the elbow grease seemed under-appreciated.

Deepti is a slavish in personality and nature. The only problem is that she is still incognizant of that and wouldn't know what that is or means if she was mindful. All she knows is that her role is to please and attend to her husband in a lot the same way she did when she lived with her parents and fellowship before her arranged married couple. Her innate caprice to please was of primary grandness to the man's mob in order that he be freed to business organisation himself only with his rising career in business. They believed he was a man destined to follow and bring credit to the family.

Deepti was a virgin at marriage ceremony and understood little of the sexual man or its potential. As it turned out, her husband, Prakash, had as little interest in sexual relations as she had cognition of it. Unfortunately for Deepti, though, the consummation of their wedding and the ahead of time years to play along opened something within her that remained frustratingly unfulfilled by an inattentive husband interested more in his business efforts and frailty, gaming and crapulence, than the significant magical spell of his wife. And, despite her subtle trace and toying, he remained consumed by other matter. Being submissive, however, she found it difficult, if not unacceptable, to give tongue to her interestingness in exploring sex with him.

After 15 twelvemonth of a c***dless and sexually frustrating union, she began to contemplate, fantasy, and imagine what might have been or might be if … The if was something she was not comfortable with. This story is the exploration she innocently began and found difficult to control.

Hidden deep inside Deepti was a desire and need to fulfil and be satisfied in bare ways initially, but in not so simple direction, eventually. But finding the way to gratify and be satisfied appear insufferable to her. Impossible until her humans was opened up before her in a very unexpected way.

CHAPTER TWO

For two 24-hour interval, I lived a daily life of self-recrimination and loathing. For once, I was grateful that Prakash ignored me so I wouldn't have to affect everything was okay. When you don't interact except for the stark of communicating rally, the expression you put on is of little significance.

A dog. I let a dog lick my consistence. I was worse than a whore, a tramp steamer, a kasabi. How could I have done that ? What was wrong with me ?

For two days, I didn't think about anything but my ignominy. For two days, I remained fully dressed. For two days, it didn't even occur to me that I had so recently been craving intimate release. For two days I denied my motivation, my crazed desire, my insatiable craving for the sexual release missing from my life story for all those years. For two days ….

Then, it started slowly, almost imperceptibly in my idea. The memory crept into my cognizance that I hadn't LET the dog lick me. The dog licked me, but it hadn't been my conclusion or willingness that it happened. The dog appeared … from nowhere, really. It licked me while I was orgasming. The sensations were on top of my orgasm. My judgment was confused, befuddled, foggy in the orgasmic State Department of release. It really wasn't my geological fault. I wasn't to blame. I didn't do anything …

Then, after yet another day, I recognized my continued want, craving for sexual going. That hadn't changed, it still existed. That wasn't my fault or my doing, either. That was Prakash's demerit for ignoring me, for intellection and lovingness for his business headache to a greater extent than his wife's concerns. The craving was still real, still demanding, and they needed to be satisfied. That hadn't changed. I needed a release. I needed arousal for departure.

When, on another day, the pauperization and cravings were as solid as ever, I again succumbed. After seeing Prakash off to wreak, I returned to the chamber and divest completely. I stood in battlefront of the mirror for only a min, nodded to my thoughtfulness, and walked deliberately to the living room window where I stood for five arcminute. I set the timer because I was shaking terribly and knew I would end it too soon. When the timer on my speech sound buzzed, I ran into the bedroom, retrieved my dildo and turned it on to a temperate quiver. I stroked the school principal over my clitoris and instantly shuddered in response. It seemed like so long since I had stimulated myself. I needed expiration so desperately. I jammed the dildo into my twat, which was wet and winking for something to be put into it.

It was quick. It was very quick. After crushing the dildo into my hole, I turned the nob up to the maximum. I used both handwriting, one to thrust the strong rubber vibrating phallus in and out while the former alternated between my engorged button and each of my pinchable mamilla. My orgasm broke over me with a deafening cry erupting deeply inside me. My workforce only paused, though, as my body shook. I never even took the buzzing dildo from my pussy, only waiting for some persuasiveness and awareness to return to me. Then, my hired man resumed. This clip I left the dildo to vibrate as my finger's breadth tortured my pounding clit and I twisted and pinched my teat. I cried out in pain sensation and titillating tingle as my body rose to an even greater orgasm. I scream my spillage as my wooden leg and weapons system shivered.

When I partially recovered, I removed the still vibrating toy from my twat and I listened carefully to any sounds in the flat above or below. I wasn't certain if anyone might be able to discover the riot or not, but a news report was promiscuous to concoct. A simple tumble while rearranging the shelf in the bedroom closet.

As I stood in the sleeping accommodation, I saw my reflectivity in the mirror. I walked directly in front of it and gazed at my observation, again. Critically, this time, like a calendar week ago. I separated my thigh and looked. Not only could I see the lips of my slit between my legs, but they and the insides of my thighs were wet with my cum and juice. I have heard of women who squirt, but I don't think I am not one of them. But, I do leak out my succus generously and that is seeable now. My nipples are more enunciate than before, the input having extended them even more. I use my fingers and squeeze them, snarf them, and twist them. It hurts, but I watch my facial response as I do it, then I check out the nipples. They throb from the abuse and they stand out even further.

I look at my trunk, my body's reaction, and my intellect is again on track for the exploration I had set for myself those days before. I look at my body closely as if to see the truth in the skin, tit, tit, and puss. I look up into my own eye and that is where I see it, the truth, the validation, and the determination. I want it. I need it. I crave it. I want more of what I started. And, in that moment of inspection, of introspection, I know I am going to go back to the Park. The dog's tongue felt heavenly. It felt wonderful. I am going back to the ballpark and I will masturbate outside, again. But … if that dog returns …

Despite my purpose, I am still working up the nerve to speculation back to the park. I think I have erased the shame of the dog licking me. That recrimination was reflective of my family, Prakash, and what they would feature heaped onto me should such an experience be witnessed and reported. I feel the excitement of the risk, again. The thrill of pic and the danger it represents renews me and goads me. My sessions of masturbation in the apartment become more frequent and intense. I have used a lot of prototype and fantasies but none have produced such intense excitement, arousal, and raw release as now. Now, all my mind can see while the dildo or my finger's breadth work at my cunt is the dog trouncing at my wet and gaping snatch. These persona, though, don't occlusive so quickly as it occurred in reality before. These images are of the dog lapping at my drooling twat as I lay spread before him, my fingers abusing my nipple until he and I bring me to a glorious orgasm that is replicated on my bed with the dildo. Any longer, those range, those thoughts, have become the craving. It seems completely reckless, not careful, at all. But, I know it is now inevitable.

When I return to the Park, I am telling myself I don't believe the dog, any dog, could even be there in that speckle. I kept telling myself it would have to be a coincidence of epic balance for that dog to be in the same place and Saame time as me. I am trying to prevent myself from a immense letdown, but inwardly I am still hoping to experience that consequence, again. I rationalize that it might take several visits.

And, I am castigate. I return to the park and my localisation. I scan around the area and I am virtually alone. I still hear sound of mass and k**s in the distance, but I am alone in my hidden situation. I push my jeans and scanty down to my ankle joint to tolerate even better picture of my leg and I settle down in the wild grass. I start urgently with my fingers, but then lead a deep breath to simmer down myself. There is no need for rushing through this. The deficiency of the dog is only one element of the experience. I can still be in nature. Where I lie, I look up to the sky. The remote sounds of masses, the sound of razzing and the city much further in the distance is both calming and titillating. The sounds of nature are refreshing and calming ; the sounds of urban center life and people are stimulating, reminding of what I am doing and where I am doing it.

I reach to the side for my small-scale haversack and remove the dildo, turning it onto a low setting. I place the end of it directly on my clit, rotating it over and around the nub. A long tingle runs through my soundbox. I hear rustling in the brush or tree somewhere. I can't help myself. I awkwardly kneel, the dildo protruding from my snatch. I slowly raise my head to run down around. I see nix, but I was sure as shooting I heard something and the something was big. I kneel as straightaway as I can, rising as far as I can without standing. I still don't see anything. Then, it happens, again. A with child smash through leaf. I almost cry out, but I can't. My denim are around my ankle joint, I can't movement, much less relief valve. When I hear it the next time, I am prepared and my capitulum trace the sound. It isn't on the ground but up in the air, which means it must be in the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree around me. Then, a orotund war hawk bursts out of a tree about 15 human foot from me. It has something trapped in its claws.

I am shaking from the build-up of adrenaline and the sudden relief of not being found. I collapse to the undercoat in relief and, in the process, drive the dildo, still in my slit, deeper into me. This time I do cry out in electric shock and foreplay. The vibrating head teacher was jammed against my cervix and the entire toy is nearly jam-packed inside me but for the root word. The genius is beyond anything I have experienced with the gimmick, the buzzing inside me directly on my interior opening to my womb. I shake, my weapons system limp as my ass is firmly on the land holding the read/write head deep inside me. I climax hard and fall to my spinal column, my middle clenched tightly shut, not a speech sound penetrating from the exterior ; the simply audio is the pounding bang of my heartbeat in my ears.

It takes quite a while for my body to recover. Or, maybe I just allowed a long meter to recover, enjoying the surrounding sounds of nature to slowly return and envelop me as I gazed back up at the wild blue yonder sky and the auditory sensation of the city again return to me. I am partially au naturel open and I have just had a magnificent orgasm that took my hint away.

As I casually walk downhill to the path, I am distracted by the spirit still fresh in my mind, even my body. It isn't until I hear a barque that I look up. There coming over another rooftree behind the position I had been was a dog bounding playfully. I stopped to watch, funny if it is the same dog. I couldn't tell from that distance for sure, but it was similar in breed and size. It seemed to be playing, chasing after something on the ground, picking it up and running back over the ridge. Playing ? That would think of it was with individual. It hits me that the premature time I had the thought the dog looked like a pet, not a stray. It was well cared for and had a collar. I saw nobody that prison term and didn't this time, either. But, there could experience been soul just over the ridgeline, like the dog seemed to be responding to now.

Again, the side by side few days were consumed by the experience in the parking lot, but also with the sighting of the dog. Maybe the dog being near when I am there isn't"a coincidence of epic proportions"after all.

It becomes consuming, again. I not only masturbate to the thought of the dog, but I stand in movement of the mirror, my legs spread as I run my fingers over my twat brim where the dog had licked. It is a poor substitute using my fingers, but I imagine them being the tongue of the dog. I rub heavy, press on my clitoris, slipping one and two fingers inside. As my organic structure moves closer to an orgasm, I look from my fingers on my cunt to my typeface and middle. I watch as my eyes slowly lower to cunt, then capable wider and roll back so I see zero as the coming takes clasp of me.

I moved quickly to the bread and butter room windowpane and brazenly stood almost against the chicken feed as if I wanted the full world to see how turn on my trunk looked. I was so turned on that my hands rose to read storage area of my tits, fondling them and pinching my teat. As my excitation began to stand up, renewed, one mitt slid down my tum and between my stage. I was lazily stroking my cunt and button when my eyes focused on the Sanjay Gandhi subject Park in the distance. Somewhere in that ballpark, a dog might be roaming around. He may be brought to the Park by someone, but he has some freedom of campaign. Whoever is with him doesn't seem to quell so closing that either of the times I have seen the dog have I seen a person. Of track, the next time might be different. It was another risk. But, trying to fulfill up with one of the stray bounder that run wild throughout the urban center and region would be a far adult hazard. They are wild and audacious and unpredictable, even dangerous. Not only would there be the same risk of being seen with it, but many are said to carry rabies and other diseases. It is rumored that some are even turning a bluish colouration from toxins they have come into contact with.

I returned to the Park even more charge. As I began my upgrade up the side from the path, I saw a dog, maybe the same dog by the appearance, sitting at the ridgeline a little further past my hiding spot. As I climbed up to the same emplacement I had used past times, it's impossible to follow my basis and the dog. When I stopped to look, the dog was gone. When I reach my spot and looked all around to see if anyone was nearby or watching from a distance, I still didn't see the dog.

I resign myself to having to be satisfied with masturbating, but this time I decided to add to my experience of flexibility and hazard by removing my horseshoe, jean, and scanty completely. I was standing in my covered location, peeking through the branches and over them, looking down at the path below and the surrounding expanse around me. Seeing zippo that raised any concern, and no dog, I unsnapped my jeans and lowered the zipper. I pried off my shoes and, with a net look around, pushing both my jeans and panties over my hips and down my legs.

I had become entangled in my own apparel somehow. Something I do routinely had suddenly become complicated. My skinny blue jean and scanty were bound up around my ankle joint. I bent over to fight harder to get them over my feet when I should possess sat down and pulled the final stage of the jean legs over my feet. Instead, I am doubled over, my ass sticking up with my hands at my articulatio talocruralis and feet working at the textile bundled in an unyielding mess.

When I felt something wet swoop over my ass, my mind attempted to switch from the problem of my wearing apparel to the feeling behind me. The endorse swipe of wetness caught me between my second joint and covered the duration of my cunt. My mind reacted in surprise, fear, and joy all at the same instant. I thought I was alone. I even looked specifically for the dog. Suddenly, as if he were a trace that didn't make any sound, he was licking my ass and slit. I stumbled forward, falling and landing on the flat coat, rolling onto my back.

I looked down along my consistence to see the dog sitting at my ravel feet. Again, it seemed like the same dog with the Lapp well cared for and well-trained deportment. I could see a medallion hanging from the dog collar, but I couldn't make out what it said. This was definitely a pet and it didn't have the look of a pet who was lost. I struggled to my knees and looked around the country, again. If this was a pet, its owner might be nearby. Or, perhaps the owner brought the dog out here to run and chase hare and such and was trained well enough for it to take back on its own. The rules explicitly required all hotdog to be on a trey, but that was only a rule and the great unwashed flaunted formula all the time.

I was leaning forward to peer through some offshoot when the dog did it, again. His wet neb bumped into my spread second joint and the feeling, more than the blow, caused me to pass forward, again. This time I fell through some branches and the phone was unmistakable. That, of form, meant I had to scan around the area all over, again.

When I settled back down on my cigarette, I watched the dog as he watched me. My heart drifted down his trunk and he was very definitely a ‘ he ’. Underneath his paunch was a declamatory sheath with a reddish tip poking out. The color was only the first base thing that seemed different about it. My only experience with stopcock was Prakash and that specialize experience and premature rarity became plain here. I didn't know the dog's cock would be unlike, but it was.

His cock, though, wasn't what I was interested in except for the satisfaction that the dog was a Male. Somehow, it seemed important for the dog to be male if it licked my cunt. It would be later before that thought would seem significant to me. Why would my cunt being licked by a female person dog or human being be unlike ?

I had my opportunity in front of me, sitting quietly, patiently. And, there I was, my jeans and pantie down at my articulatio talocruralis, my shoes off to the side. And, I was outside where I wanted to be. I leaned forward, trying not to do anything that might frighten the dog, and pulled the jean from my feet, then the scanty. I piled them next to my shoes and pat my thigh as the sole way I could think of to attract the dog. I added,"here, boy ”, and to my bear on surprise and delight, the dog moved forward. If I was going to let this dog get personal with me, I wanted to get to screw him just a piddling, anyway. The medallion on his collar read,"Sheru ”, a Golden Retriever. His fur was well groomed despite what he picked up chasing through the brush. The name Sheru means Panthera leo or tiger and given my circumstance, the gens fit with the danger I was feeling.

I poked my heading up and looked around, once more. It wasn't that I heard anything causing consternation or concerned, it was just jitteriness. I was about to do what I had dreamed about since the last scary coming upon.

With my hands on the position of his header,"Sheru, I want to be your special acquaintance and I want you to do something very especial for me. I am sure, or at to the lowest degree I think I am sure, you haven't ever done anything like this, but …"

I shook my head and looked into the center of the dog."What in the Earth am I doing ? I'm talking to you as if you are going to understand. I'm nervous, Sheru. The talking is for my own nerves."

I leaned forward and his spit came out quickly and licked my face from my chin, over my rim, and to my nose. I giggled. Maybe he understood Sir Thomas More than I gave him deferred payment for. I took a deep breath and lay back to the earth. He was between my legs and I spread them further. This was strange for me, too. I had never had anyone, or matter, punch or kiss me there. He and I were both going to be discovering things here. I took another abstruse intimation, wanting very much to do this, but at the same time not believing I was about to do this.

On my backrest with my legs wide open, I closed my eyes, and silently prayed I would not be attacked or mauled in the cognitive operation of whatever happened next. I lifted my knee joint and spread them out the way I had been doing before when I masturbate with the dildo. I knew I am wet ; I have been constantly. I raised my fountainhead and looked at the dog. His neb was sniffing and I knew he was picking up my odor. As his head lowered toward my private parts, I sucked in a lung-full of air. I held my breathing time in anticipation. My head still up, I watched with agitation and disbelief. His snout was right there. I felt the air he expelled from his nose over my cunt lips. It sent a shiver through my body despite the warmness of the day. I put my head back and moaned at the hotshot, but when his glossa came out and licked the entire length of my slit, I groaned and moaned over and over as his tongue greedily lapped at my sex, which I was sure was leaking fluids and providing him with more inducement for licking.

I was quickly beside myself with the hotshot and emotions crashing through me. I was outside ; I was being licked by a dog ; I was nearly nude outside ; my raw and exposed sex was spread out ; I could see the airplane above, see the airplane ; I could get a line the birds nearby, the faint hum of traffic on the motorway near the Park ; I was outside. My body was rising to an orgasm ! Outside ! By a dog ! A dog was the initiative male of any variety to lick my cunt. And, it was wonderful.

I wanted more. I wanted it to never end. I pulled my knees up to my chest, pushing my knee to the sides, completely and vulgarly exposing my slit to the hungry tongue of the dog. I never felt so loose, so vulnerable, so exposed, so at risk … and I never wanted it to end.

But it was about to. My orgasm was rising to an unbelievable stature. I felt like I might set off from my cunt outward. I clawed at my tee-shirt and bra, my finger struggling to get underneath to crunch my nipples, to cabbage them, and to rick them. The hurting was delicious and added to the rising sensations from the tongue, that marvellous glossa. Then, it happened. My peg started shaking and flexing like wings of a struggling grounded hiss. When my climax crashed over me, I thrust my hip joint into the air as if that action might somehow create a more intense touch with the tongue.

I remembered hearing a cry but it was moments before it dawned on me that the cry came from me. When that dawning settled on me, I scrambled from the dog to find my jean and shoes. I quickly got dressed, tying my shoes before fully pulling my denim up. I stood and looked around nervously as I fastened the snap and zipper. I smoothed my hair and brushed the grass, leaves, and shite from my wearing apparel as dependable I could. I looked around again, then exited my smear, worried that someone might consume heard the cry and follow to investigate.

Not seeing anyone coming, I took several oceanic abyss breaths to calm myself as I descended to the path. Then, a whistle, a loud and demanding tin whistle, carried through the air and the dog, Sheru, went bounding higher up the hill. Oh, no … the dog did total with someone !

CHAPTER THREE :

Again, the after-experience of what happened in the park consumes my cosmos in respective ways. Not the least is the overpower centripetal issue that exceeded anything my imagination could prognosticate. But, close behind those emotions was the chilling awareness that the dog was not there alone, that his owner had been nearby.

In short, the experience was EVERYTHING I could have hoped for at the time ! I achieved a mind-shattering, body-shaking orgasm that wasn't self-induced. In fact, it was the comfortably, most intense, stunning, and consuming orgasm of my life. And, something I had never experienced, I was the sole care of a male while having any form of sex. The dog … a dog ! … was the first male person to fully concenter his cause on giving me sexual delight. Whether, in reality, the dog was really focused on an crusade of giving me an orgasm or merely enjoying the scent and outflow coming from my slit, the result was the same. The dog gave to me without the condition that I was expected to pass on to him in any way or signifier. My hale experience previously had been the dutiful elbow grease of marriage for the production of a family. The idea of sex merely for its own pleasure, sharing, joy, and idolatry had been unknown. A dog showed me what the sex act could be.

But, there was also the chilling effect produced by hearing the whistle and seeing Sheru's straightaway reply. There could be picayune question that the whistle was intended for Sheru. The issuance, though, was that the person behind the tin whistle appeared to earmark the dog significant exemption to wander on his own. The risk of others in the Park finding me during any such natural action was suddenly minimized by the interrogative of the person who was calling the dog.

I was a woman on fire, though. That imagination and retentivity consumed not only every time I masturbated but became increasingly difficult to count any early course of action mechanism in my new twistedly titillating thoughtfulness. I became slightly scurrilous of my own consistency. Standing before the mirror, it was as if my expression was taunting me to action as I twisted, pinched, and pulled my nipples. I did the Lapplander to my clit, those pith throbbing from the fast-growing attention I gave them while my eyes focused on the action, my eyes seeking the eyes of the woman in the mirror as if I was beseeching her to stop. But, it continued and grew in very small steps. I attached clothespins to my mamilla as I shoved the dildo into my slit. Who knew pain could be so tempting, erotic.

There was nix to do, I realized, but to know more and I found the increased risk of exposure, being found, was increasing the intense desire to do something more.

Something more was the key. I could easily go back to the Park and masturbate and I did. The dog was around, I saw it, but it seemed held back somehow. It even seemed to see me, but it never came. I saw it look at me, directly at me, then backward, back and Forth River before running away from me. It sent chills down me that day when I questioned if the dog's owner was keeping it from coming to me. Did the possessor know I was there or was it merely a coincidence of timing ? And, if it was timing, then the dog might come to me and the owner come shortly after. The thought sent a chill through me. It also excited me. It also worried me. I was becoming so necessitous of release and experience. It was seeming like a volute of demand and craving, the end of which I didn't understand.

This took hold in my thinker increasingly. What could I do to have new constituent of endangerment without involving the dog or brazenly being naked or nearly so in Park ? I had previously gone out for walks in the neighborhood around the apartment without underwear on. That was thrilling at the time, but in consideration of what I had done in the Park, it was very dependable. I considered how I could project that eccentric of experience to another level. I came up with wearing one of my sarees with only a top. I had several that were semi-sheer and others that were satisfying. As I considered the mind, I wondered if a semi-sheer was too much of a risk. Of form, putting dynamic thought into the idea had the predictable effect of pushing me in that direction.

I went outside wearing a sari and focused on where I might walk, sit, pass shops, etc. I watched myself in window of shop class and any mirror I might find out inside shops. Wearing a saree in India is common and born. There is no more thought to it than wearing a dress in horse opera countries. A sari, though, is not anything like a dress.

The Saree is essentially wrapping a distance of cloth around your body. Normally, the wrap is over a form-fitting top, which is over a bra. Below, a underskirt over panties is worn. In a pattern coating, wearing both top and petticoat, you hold the saree interior end with the left mitt, making sure the bottom is at floor spirit level, tucking the top perimeter into the underskirt. The sari is passed around the presence while maintaining the same superlative to the floor. Keeping the top edge layer, tucking a little into the petticoat to keep the saree firmly in post. Pleats are formed by folding from the right wing and tucking the bound. Tucking the pleat into the underskirt, the pleats should diminish straight. Then, bringing around the sari, holding it to the right and passing it to the left, arranging the borderline evenly. Then d**** it over your go out shoulder allowing the end piece to fall casually.

It is often, if not generally, worn with a denudate mid-drift. I studied it in the mirror. The way it is worn and hangs, it must be worn with a top because of how it hangs and d****s. Below, however, from the shank down, the body is covered, with or without a petticoat. I was rum, though, about wind. I retrieved a storey fan and arranged it near the mirror. I took the saree off and removed the petticoat. How do I do the rapier without a underskirt ? Perhaps by just using a thin swath ? I put a thin belt at my articulatio coxae, then put the saree back on. It takes several minutes and I was careful to make the tucks secure each prison term. Having tucks chip in way without a petticoat would be most embarrassing. Once completed, I turned the fan on at a low swiftness to quiz a normal wind speed in the streets due to wind and trucks and cars. As I turned, it was possible for the folds to uprise up when the air caught it just right. I found, though, that for my ass to fully establish, I needed to read the faithful by hand and draw out it across the back of my legs. It was an elaborate campaign, but it was possible to do and it involved respective risks depending on the tuck, the security of the rap, the idle words, and the material.

I knew where this was going, too. The risk of exposure were all achievable and that was becoming unacceptable. I needed the component of risk. I needed the element of not having everything within my control. I elected to use a semi-transparent saree material. Normally, it is worn over an elaborate top or fashion bra along with a patterned petticoat since some of it might be visible. The sheer sari are very practically worn with fashion acme and bottoms.

I tried on a semi-sheer saree but selected one that was heavily patterned and less sheer as a termination. The eye would be caught by the lapping convention and cloth layers.

I knew where I wanted to take the air. It was very populated with old and young and quite interfering. It would be perfect. I live in the Sunder Nagar district which is bordered by New data link Road to the west and Swami Vivekanand Road to the Orient and Goregaon - Mulund radio link Road to the south. Between these is a territory known for educational institutes including schoolhouse and colleges.

Sunder Nagar is mostly Hindu ( 75 % ) and the rest is mainly Muslim. There are bakery and former shops in the area. I intend to focalize my walk along Sunder Nagar route past many shops, a school day, and several colleges with my destination being the Sunder Nagar Garden. This is a magnanimous green space with activities for all ages. A playground for Thomas Young c***dren and household and football, cricket, and badminton footing for teenagers and Cy Young men ( mostly ). There is a walking data track of 600 meters.

When I exited the edifice, I was immediately hit with the feeling of exposure. Whether or not I was mattered little. The people who looked my way as I merged onto the base on balls I was convinced were seeing through my saree below my waist. The advance I walked, the more well-fixed I started becoming as I found the people coming toward me were not staring transfixed at my breakwater. But, the people behind me became my worry. I noticed that even I tended to remark the backs of people because your pick are restricted when surrounded by others.

I moved off the English and stopped. I quickly turned to take care into people's faces but did not find grounds of anyone smirking or staring at me.

I walked the entire Sunder Nagar Garden soil and spent near of my time away from the kinsfolk area, just in pillowcase. There was a group of young men playing football and others standing along the sides watching. I surveyed the area and chose a place away from the body process but near enough to be watching. I looked around to make up one's mind where people were, then reached behind and pulled the saree plication across the back of my legs to expose my ass and legs. I felt the air move over my bare skin and it felt so wicked. It was what I felt at Sanjay Gandhi parkland, but this was a inhabit, occupy area. I quickly dropped the flock back in position, fussing with it to be certainly it had fallen completely.

I was literally dripping when I returned to the flat. I knew, someday, I would take the chance to do much more. How I would love to be naked under a semi-sheer saree. But, I could never do such a thing. I had enjoyed it so lots and continued for so long that I was running out of time for having dinner ready when Prakash returned from piece of work. He was punctilious in his timing, always where he intended to be when he intended to be there. He insisted his lifespan run a set and predetermined course of study and agenda. To him it was everything. I was realizing how stifling it was for me. I was feeling more than and more stifled by this life and existence. I had this personal expectation to serve, but there was LE and less to give. My life was becoming an eternal repetition of mundane duties. The just thing he wished from me was cook, uncontaminating, and provide a restive environment for him when he returned from his work. My newfound erotic cravings were making this existence seem less and less tolerable. I also knew, though, there was nothing to be done about it. It was my animation. It was the life I was given to have, to do my hubby. If I somehow managed to find other pleasures, no matter how thrilling and engaging they might be, I had little genuine choice in animation than the state of affairs I had.

I went back to searching the cyberspace. I was intrigued by what I saw of the dog. A ruby-red cock with a pointy tip ? I thought a cock was a cock. This wasn't.

I was shocked by what I found on the net. I searched for information on dog cocks and found plenty of that. I found scientific data about the averages of prick based on breed and size of it and like information about human male person that included compare based on ethnicity. There were dog cocks every bit as big as the average size of it of men. But, as I found just by looking at the tip of Sheru in the ballpark, the shape and function of dog dick were very different. Not the least of the conflict was a bulbous formation at the base of the cock that was interchangeable to a ball. I was intrigued that it was an evolutionary elbow grease to improve insemination of the female person dog by locking the two together when the slub had swelled inside the female.

I sat back and looked at the motion-picture show of the dog tool, my nidus continually diverted to the knot. I wondered if that knot wasn't painful. My curiosity led to a modification of the search. I was curious if there was anything showing dogs fucking and possibly with a human woman. I don't eff how I could be surprised by anything I found on the internet, anymore. There were pages of search results. I found delineation of women penetrated by frump, their puss distended by the knot inside. I went to remember my dildo, turning it to a high place setting, and inserting it into my own bitch before continuing my review on the computer.

My next venture of ‘ research'turned to videos. The roll in the hay of bounder was weirdo and frantic. Many seemed to ask some aid at some period as the dog seemed to bear a hard sentence penetrating the woman and staying on her. I went back to hunting for that inquiry. I found that hound initiated incursion with picayune or no exposure of their peter from the sheath. Most of their erection normally occurred during penetration and early piece of ass. Then, the burl eventually formed with increased blood current and they were locked together before his climax.

The most fascinate photo and picture to me were the ones capturing the knot inside the woman's slit, then the gaping hole in her after the dog finally pulled out. The video recording showing the intensity of cum streaming out was surprising. I happened on a loop video of the air mile coming out and cum streaming out with it. I let it loop repeatedly as I assisted the dildo with my finger, climaxing myself with a shattering orgasm in front of the laptop.

I quickly looked at the clock on the crushed right hand of the screen, then relaxed as I found plenteousness of time. I walked to the big window and stood before it, my fingerbreadth casually exploring my wet and very malleable twat rim and opening after the nice coming. I squeezed my mamilla with the other hand as my heart rose to the Sanjay Indira Gandhi National green in the distance. I had one extended experience with a dog. Only one. I hadn't been able to get it out of my head since. I wanted that experience, again. The same experience, even with the recognition of the danger that there was an owner in the area somewhere. Now, though, the craving had morphed into something much more, more involved, more obscene, more bestial, and more dangerous. Being seen masturbating would be bad. Being seen licked by a dog would be worse. But, being seen fucked by a dog ? Yet, each footstep in my imagining sent my heart racing, my breath was taken away, and my pussy dripping.

Could I allow myself to be fucked by the dog ? His pecker tip was showing. He must have had some recognition of the situation and potential, even if he hadn't been with a woman, the scent was there and he would key on that. Perhaps, if I avoided the gnarl, it could be managed. If I could avoid being tied to the dog, it could be like being licked. Then, the hazard wouldn't be any greater.

As I stood before the gravid window, my fingers idly touching my nipples and snatch backtalk, I thought about the exposure and videos I had seen on the electronic computer screen. The Calidris canutus seemed so prominent compared to the cocks, how did they penetrate ? But, if they can manage it to a dog bitch, it can certainly materialise to a woman. That was obvious based on the video and pictures. Could I do this new affair ? It's one affair to masturbate and it's another to let a dog salt lick you. What about letting a dog saddle horse you, know you ? Could I do that ? Could I do that out there, in the exposed, almost ?

Again, I really didn't question where my resolve would head me. It was almost like I was on some kind of path that I didn't know where it would head, but I knew I couldn't get off, either, even if I wanted to get off. And, I wasn't sure I would desire to. I had been ignored for so long, frustrated for so long. What was happening to me now was beyond my imaginings and fantasies. At meter, it was almost like I didn't caution what might happen to me, but it did subject and I did care. I had to care. I would have zip if …

I ambled along the path and pretended interest in the sights to allow for the other people who had been surrounding me to impress ahead and around the bend dexter in the course. This seemed to be an unco busy day in the Park. I hadn't noticed anything special about the day, but something must be bringing the gang out. Maybe, it might just let been the beautiful day. A storm had gone through the night before leaving light up skies and air that seemed somehow novel, which isn't pattern for a city with this many the great unwashed, dealings, and industry.

When I decided it was safe to move off the course and not draw attention, I started up the slope, scanning the hillside in social movement of me and above as I picked my basis. I was thinking this might not be a day when the dog was here when I suddenly heard a playful bark ahead and to my left wing. It was a single strait that seemed more like a greeting than a serial of barque indicating a playful exercise. I stopped, looked up, and watched as the dog came bounding along the hillside. Interesting to me that it wasn't coming directly toward me or searching the flat coat as it might if searching for a glob or stick thrown, but it seemed to direct in the general focal point of the location of our old meetings.

I wasn't sure if that was rational, but I hurried my pace while I scanned around me with special attention to the orbit the dog had come from, one-half expecting to find a human pursuit at a distance in search of his pet.

I stood just outside the clustering of brush and small trees that created my protect blank space. I continued to scan above and below for anyone else walking off the way of life. As I was, the dog ambled to me, stopping 20 ft in front man of me. When I glanced down, I found him patiently sitting as if awaiting my direction. It was the same dog. I didn't even need to appear closely at his medal gently swaying beneath his catch, the reflection of sunlight glinting off the shiny alloy. I found myself relieved it was the Same dog and nervous at the same clip. The relief came from a flavor of expectant familiarity. The nervousness came from a signified of pushing my luck with repeated encounters with the like a****l that had to be in the Park with an proprietor who had to be somewhere in the general orbit. Even if this owner was trusting and resistant enough to grant the dog considerable free-rein to rove and go after, which time would he happen upon to follow close by ?

I pushed that thought aside, however. These brush with the dog had become something I could no longer logically explain or justify. I felt as though my life had changed into a mundane, routine, and rote world that had no early meaning then filling the time space between the experiences I devised for myself, experiences that had an increased risk of exposure but also reward. My dull and ordinary aliveness seemed to be now careening down a mountain road of knifelike bender and switchbacks while my Pteridium aquilinum were slowly leaking fluid and the power to operate my declension. As frightening as the danger was, the feeling of exhilaration and being alive was greater.

When I moved into the thick of the maturation, Sheru followed behind me. I knelt in front of him and he licked my cheek playfully. I giggled at the flavor of him covering my cheek. The opinion coming over me wasn't that of a playful pet giving licks but of a male person kissing me. It was in my header and I knew that, but it had been so foresightful since I had received bore attention my mind made the jump of acceptance immediately.

Without any more concern about my surround or the act I was about to attempt to perform, I reached under the dog and stroked his belly. When I touched his sheath, which was my goal, I think I flinched as much as the dog did. He stood briefly but sat back in the same situation he had been, apparently willing to accept these betterment from me. Then, I thought maybe I could establish my intent a little more obvious even to a dog. I sat back, removed my shoes and drogue, then stood and pushed my denim and scanty off my hips and down my legs. He sniffed at me when I stood in battlefront of him. When I spread my legs, his snout moved between my thigh sniffing before his lingua shot out and licked me, again. I shivered from the skin senses. The tactile sensation I had one time considered so outrageous and decadent was now only a preliminary exam for much more.

I knelt next to him, my mitt returning to his belly. When my finger's breadth again found his sheath, his headland moved to me, his tongue lapping at my face. I giggled. Not only did I occur upon a willing Male, but one that was appreciative. While he licked my facial expression, I stroked his sheath and felt his cock coming out. This was new for me. Prakash didn't give the chance or testify desire for merriment during the fix sex we had. As my finger stroked his bare, exposed putz, the dog flinched and whined. I remembered something I read online. Any tool protected in a sheath is quite sensitive when exposed. I brought my hand up to my aspect and licked it liberally, then let the dog lick it, and I returned to touching his let out cock. I could feel a fluid coming from the tip and smeared it over my fingers. I moved the dog to the ground so I could see what I was doing to him and what effect I was having. I was surprised to see how much cock was now exposed. I could also see more fluid forming at the tip of his pecker. The more I smeared over my fingers and transferred to his cock, the more fluid formed. It was truly an interesting organ for my inexperienced mind to behold. A peg down tip that grew thicker and narrowing slightly toward the sheath.

With him on the ground, I moved to his beak, my stifle positioned on either side of it. He was immediately cognizant and reached forward to lap at my drooling cunt. Cunt. Using that password before was so Qaeda and effete. Now, a dog lapping at it after I had been fingering his dick, cunt seemed to be the perfect word for it, maybe for me, especially if I continued along the direction I was headed.

I looked down at him, then listened intently around me. I rose as mellow as I could while remaining on my knee. I neither saw nor heard anyone around me. It was now or back out. This was too much. I couldn't back out now ! I had to see what it was like.

I moved to my hands and stifle like I had seen on the net. The dog came up behind me, licked at my cunt and ass several times, then he seemed to take over. He jumped onto my back, his front legs going around my waistline. The notion of fur on my lower backbone was sensuous. The 1st pang of his cock at my derriere woke me up and reminded me of how wrong and right wing this was. A dog was on my back and he was probing with his cock to happen my cunt opening. He probed and probed. His dick was striking my butt nerve and around my cunt. The pointy, bony peter hurt after a few shot. He released me and I felt as frustrated as he sounded as he walked around me before he remounted me. This metre I tried something different. He was extended out of his sheath. I watched with enthrallment as his extended cock bobbed beneath him as he walked around me. All he needed was to penetrate me, then I was sure we would be good.

I reached back, first around my hip but that was too awkward. I shifted my hand between my second joint, felt his turncock stabbing at me, felt it coup d'oeil off my ribbon and hit me near my pussy. I shifted my hand up slightly and the adjacent stabbing slid over my thenar and into my opening. I pressed back against him and he used his front legs to pull me back and himself forward, driving his cock deep into me. I reached back to hold his hind leg, just for a present moment, in case.

It was delirious ! A cock ! I had a stopcock inside me, again ! It felt wonderful and amaze and stark and decadent. I felt everything he did to me. He relaxed his front legs slightly, moved forward and took me firmly with his stage, again. His fucking was like naught I had experience. True, my experience was fringy, but nothing I imagined groom me for the onslaught of fucking I received. I gasped and moaned in a continuous chorus of muted speech sound, barely maintaining some awareness of my surroundings and circumstance.

I felt something banging against my bitch on the outside, pressing against my lip and opening move, pressing and stretching my opening. For minute, I was too consumed by the experience to get in touch what was happening. When it did, I tried pulling away from the a****l, fearing the knot entering me, but his branch around my waistline held me in position. I was just a bitch to him at this head. He was mating and his instinct was to knot me. The more I squirmed and moved, the more movement there was of his prick inside me. He was stabbing me, rubbing along my puss walls, penetrating me deeper than I had been fucked before by my husband. My body reacted the only way it could with all the stimulation, a****listic nature of the act, and my mind's overdrive of conflicting flavor. I orgasmed !

One moment my intact consistence burst into bliss, excitement, and ecstasy. The following moment that ball of physical body on the groundwork of Sheru's cock was inside my cunt. My orgasm must have loosened my possible action, eliminated just enough electrical resistance. His putz drove suddenly deeper inside me. The gnarl felt monumental inside me, filling me more completely. His rooster was still driving at me, but the knot restricted his movement. I forgot about the leg of the nautical mile and only focused on what was happening inside me. The cock and knot were both growing, swelling. He pulled back against my possibility to hurtle further into me, but the Calidris canutus restricted him. Instead, something unexpected and unknown happened. The slub pressed against me inside, somewhere inside me and behind my clitoris. Whatever it was, the insistence was electric and intense, shock of fiery erotic stimulant coursing from my pussy into my body. I felt it on my clit, in my pap, and sent chills and goosebumps up my neck opening and into my scalp.

I was crashing into another orgasm when I felt his cock inside jerk and pulse violently. The succeeding sensation was my bitch being washed in warm up jet of dog cum. I cried out. I couldn't assistant it. I didn't want to or stand for to, but my mouth joined the rest of my organic structure in joyous release.

As my body descended from the orgasmic peak previously unconquered, my idea rose up to the turmoil of my spot. Not only did I joyously cry out my euphoria, I was now tied to the dog. My mind replayed the videos I had seen. The womanhood were stuck to the dog for mo, maybe many. How was I to screw ? The videos were snipping of action only. Suddenly, my ear hear strait everywhere around me. The pocket-size sound of a leaf in the jazz against the twig was some individual crashing through the brush concealing me.

The dog whimpered as he tugged to release himself. He had done something I thought should be impossible. He raised his leg over me and was now standing facing the opposite commission. We were ass-to-ass. I had seen it in videos, but somehow it didn't seem so significant then. I didn't understand. I hadn't seen how the dog got into that position, only that he was. He pulled and I could feel my cunt deplumate away from my torso. I gasped and shuddered. That same sensation was happening, again. The knot was pressing on that patch. I raised my hips up and the knot jammed against that patch inside me with extra effect. I realized I could cum all over again. I shivered at the thought process. Twice, already, I have climaxed and I was thinking of doing so, again ? Yes, I was ! It felt so delicious, so obscene, so … decadent. A dog had just fucked me !

After another minuscule sexual climax, the slub seemed to load my lips and opening to miss. I fell to the ground and the dog lay near me and started licking his cock. I slipped my arm under my face and watched. I watched his tongue, the Saame glossa that had pleasured me, work his own cock clean.

My hands trembled and shook as I got dressed in the confines of my hiding spot. Sheru had left minutes before. He seemed to crash through the encounter and ran for the ascent I saw him come over originally. He seemed so noisy in leaving I delayed my leaving for many more than minute of arc to avoid being seen also coming out of the Saame spot. In fact, I exited the diametric way. My stage were decrepit and wobbly, unsealed underneath me as I made my way back to the path.

spinal column at rest home, I relive that experience over and over. If Prakash has been non-responsive to me, I was now to him. I thought only about that expereince. I relived it, seeing it in particular as if I were watching it happen to someone else. At nighttime, I dream about it and feared that my speech sound might alert Prakash to something unusual.

Standing in front of the mirror, again, defenseless and frantic. When I stripped away the terror of the risk I took, what remained was the computer storage, the feeling of being fucked … finally, fucked. The flavor come back with fierce recognition and chilling excitement. New thought fight for consideration. Pushing aside the ever-present threat and fearfulness for brief moments, the desire to relive those feelings come rushing in. In those moments, surrounded by the fear, was the recognition of fulfillment. Fulfillment of needs that have been missing, vacant for so long. Could I risk it, again ? Could I not ?

The mirror is my window into my soul and desires. I have come to see the range of myself as the real me, the me that demands to be released. And, that figure is taunting me, challenging me, daring me. Her nipples are extended, even for her. I spread my branch for her to show me the puss that enjoyed the dog. She smiles at me as her leg cattle ranch. I see her snatch lips as plain as her nipples standing out lofty and pleading to be touched. I see her relocation a hand to a nipple, pinching it and smiling at me as she does it.

I looked at her in the mirror."Slut ”."cunt ”."Dog-bitch !"I looked at her grimace. Rather than be humiliated and ashamed, though, she smiled back at me. I try again,"Look at your snatch lips showing there, begging to be seen and used. You liked the dog parting those lips, didn't you ? You liked being a bitch for that dog."She only smiled back at me. Her centre shined with fervour at the memory.

I look into her eyes. I smiled at her and nodded my brain in understanding. I understand her. I confessed to myself and her,"What I wouldn't do for a man who could regularly give me this freeing and pleasure !"

CHAPTER quadruplet :

I returned to the Park a span more times, skipping a day in-between visit so as not to call down hunch from anyone, especially Prakash, if he should notice. The dog wasn't there. One day I spotted a roll dog in the distance, but after Sheru I didn't want to gamble on my prophylactic with a stray.

On the tertiary visit, as I climbed up the side from the path, I spotted a dog in the same emplacement where I had seen Sheru arrive before. This dog wasn't Sheru, however. This was a German Shepherd, but it acted much the same way Sheru had. This dog came over the ridge, saw me and stopped. He seemed to take care back at something and turned back to me. I took a chance on calling to it since despite not being Sheru it didn't look like a stray. I bent over and clapped my hands together, then patted my thigh hoping it would fill those action as indicators of my calling him. I didn't want to verbally call in out to him for fear of drawing attention to me and my location.

As the dog trotted toward me, then moved faster as I continued to encourage him, I looked around to avow that I was still alone and not being watched, then stepped back into the brush and trees. The dog stopped outside, then followed the specialise path I had created into my hiding fix, his tail wagging furiously.

I knelt on the basis and offered him the spine of my deal. His sniffed it and allowed me to scratch his ear. Despite being a piddling intimidated by High German Shepherds, this dog had an affectionate and playful disposition. Reassured by his attitude, I looked closer at him and found he had the like collar as Sheru's. The ribbon hanging from it read,"Balaji ”, which I knew meant strong. Looking at the a****l, I had no doubtfulness about that.

As I rubbed his neck, I felt something attached to the collar. I stood and looked at the object to find what looked like a tatty cellular phone. But what would a dog be doing with a prison cell phone ? I was still stroking the head and neck of the dog when I heard the sound starting buzzing. I took it off the collar and opened it to feel a text edition substance had arrived. I open the messenger.

‘ Yes, this sound is for you. I would like to pass along with you through it.'

What ? I texted back, ‘ Who are you ?'

‘ An admirer, only.'

‘ What do you want ?'

‘ Nothing. Sheru is my dog. So is Balaji. I know you have enjoyed Sheru. I hoped you would also enjoy Balaji.'

‘ You've seen ?'

‘ LOL. No. I have only seen Sheru go into the bushes with you. You have enjoyed him, haven't you ?'

Oh, no ! Someone knows ! ‘ What do you want from me ?'

‘ I told you, nothing. I don't know who you are and won't try to find out. My lone involvement is in trying to help you.'

This was too much. Someone unknown to me knows what I have been doing ! My worst nightmare if he were to tell mortal, go world, have exposure. NO !

I burst out of the crotch hair and sprinted down the slope to the route. I was still running when I arrived at the start of the trail. When I stopped to catch my breath and compile myself, I realized the sound had buzzed various clock time. I opened it, again, finding a series of other text edition messages. I quickly shut the phone, jammed it into a back pocket of my jeans and left the Park.

I buried the phone in one of my shoe in the back of my water closet. I ignored it for the rest of the day and Nox. I had to make up one's mind what I wanted to do. Did I need to plan now for the worst ? What could I possibly contrive ? If I was exposed, I would be exposed. What possible account or narration could I cook up to explain away such a revelation ?

I fretted all through dinner, the evening and throughout the Nox. I tossed and turned, getting little sleep as my intellect imagined all sorts of opening, all bad. All through the following day, evening, and Nox, it was only marginally better. The day after I began thinking the mortal on the other telephone set might not throw meant harm to me, after all. Then, another dreadful view came to me. He had purchased both phones. Couldn't he use the integral GPS to track the earphone I had ? How did that work ? Was that function he could contend or did he involve to go through the cellular phone armed service to get that information ?

I retrieved the phone from my hiding situation in the closet. I powered it up and looked at the text substance from before. I was struck by his last textbook : I told you, goose egg. I don't know who you are and won't try to find out. My merely stake is in trying to facilitate you.

It was the in conclusion one sent before I shut the telephone off. The other textual matter he sent were enquiring if I was still there. Obviously, I wasn't. I sat down to think this through. All those encounters were with his Canis familiaris and he had been aware of it and continued to convey his Canis familiaris for me to encounter. Never had he approached or intruded. If he was there somewhere, he was a long way off. He never was ending sufficiency to see into the bushy sphere where I was and was never visibly close when I left. Maybe he didn't want anything. Maybe he really didn't intend to poke on my privacy by finding out who I was. I wondered, then, what did he mean by ‘ my only pastime is in trying to assist you'?

I prepared a text message and sent it. ‘ What did you mean you only want to try to help me ?'I was expecting there would be a wait to get a response since I had waited various Clarence Day. Instead, the phone buzzed almost instantly.

‘ I am deeply no-count I scared you. Not my intention.'

‘ Why are you doing this ?'

‘ You intrigue me. It was an accident that I saw Sheru going into the bushes. I wondered what he was doing.'

‘ The first-class honours degree time when I shrieked ?'

‘ Yes, I wondered what he had done, but when you returned, I assumed it wasn't bad.'

‘ What did you believe might be happening ?'

‘ I wasn't sure at first gear, but when he returned to me, his putz was exposed some. The succeeding clip it was fully out.'

‘ And ?'

‘ And I knew. He is a dot dog in my doghouse. Balaji is too, by the way.'

There was a pause, an electronic silence hanging between us. I didn't know what to say in regaining. He had known.

‘ Say it. Say what he did to you.'

I stared at the speech sound. Say it ? That's the absurd, why would I admit such a thing ? To a alien ? But, it was his dog. He already knows. And, something was happening within me. This dialog, like it was flipping a replacement inside me. Before I knew what I was doing, my fingerbreadth were flying over the fiddling keys.

‘ He fucked me. Your dog fucked me.'

‘ Was it good ? Was it what you were hoping it to be ?'

‘ More. It was beyond my imagining. I was trying to avoid the mi, but …'Why am I telling him all this ?

‘ But ?'

‘ I orgasmed and the knot pressed inside.'

‘ That's when you cried out.'

He had heard it ! ‘ Yes. I loved it, though. I was just scared of being tied if soul came along.'There was another electronic silence and I wondered if the connection was broken.

‘ Can you come to the Park tomorrow, 11:00 AM ? I will bring Balaji. I think you will like him, too.'

He's setting me up for a rendezvous with his dog ! I remembered the message,"I can serve you."Am I crazy ? But, even he can tell I need this, desire it, crave it. The small bit he has witnessed, he understands me.

‘ Yes. 11:00.'

I shut the sound and powered it off. My hands were shaking. I put the phone inside my running shoes I would be wearing tomorrow. Now I have someone pimping his dogs to me ? I walked to the mirror in the bedroom and removed my clothes. I looked into the eyes of my image.

"He's sending his hound to you to enjoy. He's sending his weenie to you to fuck."I looked down at her chest to find the nipples becoming more erect, straining outward. I parted my legs and she duplicated the movement. Her lips were already glistening with her foreplay."You really are a dog-bitch, aren't you ? Even if all you can get is dog-cock, it is good enough."Her eyes were sparkling, her mouth turned into a smile, and her headland nodded.

I was empty-headed when I arrived at the Park and made my way to the localization within the brush I had been using for my out-of-door playing with the frankfurter. I noticed as I left the chief path that my visits up the incline had begun wearing a swoon way into the wild forage. As I approached the clustering of brush and small Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree that formed my seclude bit, I looked up to the ridge above and checked my watch. It was only a few minutes before 11:00 AM. I surveyed around me, checking into the distances, and was satisfied there was nobody else who might drift nearby.

I heard a barque and I looked in the direction of the sound to find a gravid dog similar to Balaji and the physique of a man against the setting and sky. The dog bounded ahead of the man, stopped briefly, then bound down the gradient toward me. The man stopped at the ridgeline and settled onto the priming. He was no longer hiding his mien, though he remained at a distance that I could not discern his features, therefore, he could not discern mine. Still, though, seeing the man I had been texting sent a tremble through my body as I watched the dog approach. The encroachment of the change in the situation hit me fully. The dog approaching me belonged to the man up on the mound who had arranged this time for all of us to be in the same berth. And, the lonesome reason for that arrangement of time was for me to be mounted by his dog. There was no longer any mystery about it. It wasn't a head of if there was an owner of the dog. There was an proprietor of the dog, and he was right there on the hill.

I turned, stooped, and stepped into the region of brush and little trees. A moment later, the dog followed me. I was already kneeling when he came right to me. As I stroked his head and neck opening, I checked his apprehension and tag. It was the same German Shepherd, Balaji. He sat in movement of me. I stroked him and, not knowing any other way, used the Saame plan of attack to him that I had with Sheru. I slowly worked my manus onto his position and belly, then down by his sheath with a few ‘ inadvertent'glancing touches along the side of the sheath. He reacted the Saami as Sheru, a slight flinch, but nothing more. With my side alongside his, I was intent on what my manus was doing underneath him so I was surprised to get a foresighted, wet slug over the incline of my aspect. I turned my cheek directly to him and closed my eyes as he began licking my face. It was at that moment that I took appreciation of his case and the dick inside.

The tip of his peter was already poking out and the precum coming from it provided the lubrication I needed to begin stroking his cock as it escaped the protective covering of the sheath. In bit, there was plenty stopcock exposed I felt it was good. I stood in straw man of the dog and opened my denim. I pried off my running shoes, then pushed my denim and panties down my legs. Strange how doing this in movement of the dog caused a self-conscious touch sensation as if he were a somebody who might estimate or assess what I was showing him. I don't think he was, but he seemed to be appreciating what was happening because his pecker grew from the sheath another inch or so.

Naked now below the waist, I went to my hands and knees in front line of him. As I could get predicted with even my circumscribed experience, his tongue first went to my cunt and ass, licking me several clock time. It felt grand, the tongue glide over my wet slit lips. It took a dog to give attention to my cunt with lips and tongue. I giggled at what the dog was uncoerced to do for me that my hubby would never consider. I moaned at the thought of what was to come shortly and that it took Canis familiaris to give me cock after all these years.

I reached back with a hired hand to bear on his schnoz away and pat my ass, hoping to have him mount me. After a few endeavor, he did, jumping onto my dorsum, his furry belly on my bare ass and downcast back. I remembered last metre and slipped a hired hand between my pegleg and with a little assist from me, he with driving his cock into my cunt with less painful stabbing. I gasped loudly at the penetration and followed that with deep moan of atonement as the cock quickly began thrusting, the unrestrained piece of tail that, again, took my breath away.

Balaji was stronger and more belligerent than Sheru had been. It took some getting used to, but it became thrilling and idle. I found all I could do was works my knees and hands into the basis and hold myself sweetheart against his onslaught. His rear feet shifted as he attempted to make headway better footing and leverage with which to drive his cock into his new cunt. I pressed back against him, holding a steady and strong post for him to have it off against. And, it was what I became, a bitch. I realized my mouthpiece was emitting a becalm flow of low, pharyngeal groan, pant, and groan. I heard nothing but the audio coming from my mouth, the oink and panting from the dog, and the squishing of our union organs, his putz driving into my wet and drooling bitch. If anything was happening outside the encounter auspices, I had no cognisance of it and, at the moment, I could accept cared less.

It was as if all the frustration and want from the age of being ignored was being pushed out of my physical structure with each frantic, frenetic thrust. It wasn't that Sheru hadn't been as trade good fucking me, but I hadn't been released for him. I was still nervous, tentative, and self-aware. This metre, I came prepared to release myself, to fully render myself to whatever dog was brought to me. There was no doubt, concern, or wondering about a dog on this visit. I knew there would be a dog. The possessor who I was communicating with would have one here for me. I came knowing I was going to roll in the hay a dog. And, I was. Gloriously and with abandon.

The knot was pressing against my initiative. Unlike the premature time when I tried not to be tied, I pressed back against the dog pressing at me. I wanted it all, again. The dog and I worked together, though he was more forceful in his approach. He stretched me. The little experience I had was sufficient, though, to sympathize what was happening and what was going to hap later. I was like an a****l, myself. I wanted more, all, everything. I teased myself in the mirror of being a bitch, a slut. But, the communications with the man, the possessor, something snapped afford inside me. Again, something happened, another room access opened, and I was going to hasten through it. What would chance later, would happen. Now, though, now I was going to be thoroughly fucked and tied to Balaji, be his bitch. What was happening to me ? How could I care ? At that bit, the greyback stretched me enough to pop into my cunt, filling me, pressing his cock deeper into my cunt.

The dog pulled back to Ezra Pound into me, but his move was constricted. The tangible event, though, was pressing his Calidris canutus firmly, roughly against that spot inside me and I exploded. My intact body seemed to react. The sexual climax shook my limb, my stomach twitched, my toes curled, my cunt clasped around the cock and knot inside. My scalp tingled and I shivered from my foot to my head.

I was no sooner coming down from that volatile orgasm and I felt his shaft cramp and jerk inside me. I pulled away from him as I felt his cum spirt deep inside. I wasn't trying to get away. My body, if not my mentality, connected to that spot inside me and the burl inside me. I pulled, jamming my hips up, cramming his international nautical mile against that smudge. I came, again.

I was lying on my back, exhausted. I looked to feel Balaji off to the incline casually licking his pecker clean. When I moved, he looked at me. I smiled at him, a smile I meant to be meaningful, but he was just a dog.

I heard that phone buzz. I dug it out of my blue jean and opened it. There were repeated textbook from him.

‘ arrest where you are. Let Balaji come out first. mortal heard you. I will distract him.'

Oh, no ! But, then I realized. Not only do I have individual providing me dogs, but he is watching over me, too. I struggled to slip one's mind my panties and blue jean on. I marveled, again, at the quantity of cum that detent gave. I put my shoes on and stretched my head up to find a man slowly, curiously, stepping off the path in my counseling. I got Balaji to stand up and pushed him through the bush. As soon as he was visible, I heard a loud whistle from further up the slope and heard Balaji running toward the man as he called loudly to it, scolding it for wandering off. I check in the other direction to obtain the funny man watching the dog, then returning to the path.

I hadn't realized I was holding my breath until I expelled it in relief. Disaster avoided. And I started giggling.

CHAPTER quintet :

All the thrilling experiences and emotional chills of doing them in the common paled in comparing to the conclusion experience. And, it had little to do with Balaji or Sheru. But, knowing that the man, the owner of the Canis familiaris, was there, watching and cognizant sent my reactions over the top. It wasn't just that I thought he might be around somewhere ; or, that individual might be wary by my move up the pigswill ; or, someone might get word something unusual. No, it was all of them … in nigra. When I got the text warning me about the man on the way who heard my cry, it scared me to my core. But, as strange as it might sound, it also excited me. That the man, the owner, was on the incline above waiting and watching, fully mindful and encouraging of me being mounted by his dog, was beyond anything else. The ass was wonderful. The worked up response to the setting took my orgasmic response to another level.

After that experience, the texting messages became more personal. He was emboldened by my verbalism of gratitude and my responses to the emboldened commentary became gushy. He asked me how it felt during the piece of ass by the hotdog ; what the knot felt like ; how much cum they shot into me. Initially, it was a combination of intrusive and humiliating, but I couldn't stop myself from responding back to him with response that soon became detail and expressed the excitement I had felt.

As I shared in some detail about the intuitive feeling of the knot stretching my cunt to enter or buy the farm, about the stream of dog-cum draining from my cunt after, about the spirit of the dog's fur on my bare lower back, he started asking personal interrogative, not about the act but about my sexual experience. I quickly discerned that he assumed my sexual experience must have been encompassing that I was venturing into using unusual dogs. When I confessed that I had been mostly naïve and only accidentally fell into canine activity, he became more intrigued and honed his interrogative deeper into my life. Since we were using texting, this process was time-consuming with foreshorten aspect for description.

The weird affair was, after a couple of days of intimate sharing, I felt somehow connected to him and my reply to him began reflecting that feeling.

‘ Are you naked ?'

‘ No.'

‘ Do you have a dildo or vibrator ?'

‘ Yes.'

‘ Before you type another word, strip naked and sit on the dildo.'

Without even thinking, I stood up, stripped completely and inserted the dildo into my already wet cunt after turning it onto a medium setting. When I indicated I had done what he asked, he responded back immediately instructing me to masturbate with it until I orgasmed, then evidence him about it. I dropped the phone and did exactly as he requested without any argument or indisposition. How did his commanding confidence and my volition acceptance develop so quickly and naturally ?

After cumming, I lay on the bed with the dildo softly buzzing in my pussy, allowing my orgasmic reaction to ebb slowly from my body. I described to him in detail how it made me feel and how I had used the toy. I told him about taking it out on occasion to press the vibrating pass against my engorged clit. I told him how I squeezed, pinched, and twisted my nipple while driving the dildo in and out of my sloppy cunt-hole. I told him how my legs shivered as I arched my pelvis into the air at the bit my orgasm crashed over me, how the electrical tingling coursed from my cunt to my clit, up my stomach to my tit and nipples.

His response indicated how pleased he was with my abidance and my description. He then told me to be in the Park, the same place, at 11:00 AM the succeeding day. I noted, with elation and excitement, he didn't ask me this time. He told me. I couldn't believe how excited that made me feel. I wasn't seeking, gambling, hoping any longer. Now, someone was assisting, arranging, conspiring, taking charge. Even by text, it was a powerful influence over me.

I was on the track below the positioning early. To say I was excited with the anticipation would be a huge understatement. He ramped up my anticipation with a schoolbook sequence prior to my leaving the apartment.

‘ Are you skilled at sucking cock ?'

I gulped at the interrogation. Whose peter would I suck ? But, I wasn't. I had never touched a cock with my tongue or lips, much less my mouth. I told him so.

‘ Then, it is time for you to try it. I think you are the kind of woman who will have a go at it having a cock in her mouth to suck.'

My god ! Where is he taking me ? What does he bear in mind for me ? His content are as if he believes he has control over me and he knows where he wants to lead me and what he wants me to do and be for him. My cunt was drooling at the prospect, the brash assumption, the forthrightness of his approach.

I made my way up the slope to my ‘ secret'location. As I drew nearer to it, I looked up the side to the place I had seen the man appear last time with his dog. At get-go, I was disappointed. I didn't see him or a dog. My god ! The reality of the reaction hit me. I was disappointed that a dog wasn't coming over the ridgepole to jazz me ? ! ? But, yes, that was how I felt. Disappointed. Then, I heard a bark and I watched intently. What I saw was a much small dog bounding over and through the wild grass and zigging and zagging around small Vannevar Bush. Then, I saw him, the man, the owner, as he appeared behind the dog. He even waved to me this time.

I was singular watching the dog bounding to me. How is it all the cad seem to have it away they are intended for me ? I shake the thought and refocus on the dog. I now see it is a Fox Terrier, about 15 inch tall compared to the 24 or 25 column inch grandiloquent German sheepman. I wondered why he chose such a small dog this prison term, then remembered his direction for me to suck pecker. Maybe that was the rationality. He was providing a little cock since it was my first clock time. I wasn't sure how I felt about this man who seemed to pull wires and orchestrate my sexual interaction. No … I knew how I felt. I felt aroused to the stage of possibly soaking my jeans in the genitalia !

I felt his headphone buzz in the back scoop of my jeans. I look up at the man. He has his hand raised and I am guessing the earpiece in his hand. I opened the phone and checked the text.

‘ Don't forget to take in. I thought a small-scale dog might be estimable for you the first time.'

I smiled up at him, whether he could see it or not. Not only is he taking me into new experiences with commanding authority, he's thoughtful.

I checked around the area, finding nobody watching or near, and stepped into the inclose space protected by George H.W. Bush and humble trees. The dog followed me and sat at my feet, his tail wagging furiously as he looked up at me. I dropped to my stifle and smothered him in clinch and pets. His quarter wagged even faster and his tongue began to seek bare skin on my face and arms to solve. I giggled. His salt lick are a reminder of how I am to use my lips and mouth. I shivered. I never felt my married man's putz in my mouth and a dog's shaft will be the first.

Although I saw the man with the dog, I find myself checking the leash. It is very standardised to the ones worn by Sheru and Balaji. This one has a tag meter reading, ‘ Jhony ’. I put my mouth close to his brain and whisper,"Jhony, I am very happy to meet you. I hope you don't think badly of me, but I am going to do something for you, I have never done. continue that in judgment, will you ? I've never done it before so I might not do it very well."His tongue swiped my cheek over my mouth and nozzle. I giggled."Then you can fuck, okay ?"I didn't expect a response, but he licked me, again. I took that as an understanding being established. A daughter needs all the understanding she can get sometimes.

I debated. The decision came to me quickly. I sat back and removed my brake shoe, dungaree, and step-in. I wanted to be ready for him. I patted the dry land and managed to get him to lay on his side. I pushed him partially on his rachis and stroked his belly. He raised his fountainhead and looked at me, then my manus as it moved closer to his cocktail dress. Then he put his head back down. I wondered if these domestic dog had ever experienced a homo female before. Or, maybe they are just that well trained.

As my digit grazed along the side of meat of his case, the reddish tip came out. I smiled. It was already obvious how much pocket-sized this hammer was going to be. It might even be smaller than Prakash's cock. I had to suppress a laugh. It now seemed hard to believe a cock little than his. That might birth been nasty, but both former dogs had dick that seemed very large in comparison.

I bent over, putting the side of my cheek into Jhony's belly fur, the tip of his cock peeking out from the sheath. I poked my spit out touching the tip. I pulled my tongue back when I felt some liquid on the tip. It didn't taste bad. It was something coming from the dog's hammer, a lubrication perhaps. I giggled. Something more to investigate through the net. Or … maybe the man would know. What kind of treatment would that be ? Asking a man I didn't know about the hunky-dory full point of a dog's hammer I had been sucking. I suppressed another laugh.

I licked the tip various times, then took the pointy tip between my sassing. I've never done anything like this. I could finger more of the shaft become exposed as I slid my lips down the cock from the tip. I had a cock in my sassing ! What was I becoming ? commencement, letting a dog lick me ; then, letting dogs fuck me ; now, taking dog cock into my sass. I slipped a bridge player between my stage. I was shocked at how wet I was. It was leaking out of my cunt. It was then that I realized I was mouthing this petty hammer and my ass, my naked ass, was sticking up in the air.

I started sucking, not just mouthing, the cock. The more I sucked, the Sir Thomas More of that liquid came from the tip into my backtalk. Soon I had enough to swallow. I sucked harder. I wanted more. I slid my oral fissure down the length of the exposed cock until I felt the fur of the cocktail dress on my lips. There was about four in of putz in my mouth. I giggled, again. I had four in of stopcock in my mouth and I was going to make love it, too.

As soon as the thinking passed through my head, I knew I had to do it. I sat back on my blackguard, petting the dog. He raised his head to appraise me, sensing something different was about to happen. I turned on my articulatio genus and dropped to my manus and started patting my ass to encourage him to bestride. By this peak, I was assuming all the man's weenie were companion with fucking if only with dog-bitches. Maybe I was their only if human-bitch. I needed to hump. I would ask him. A risible impression passed through me and I understood it immediately. I wanted to be their ONLY human-bitch.

The dog stood and came to my ass, and like the other two dogs before him, his snout went first to my ass. His tongue lapped at my ass. I spread my articulatio genus further opening a wider space between my thighs and I was rewarded with his knife sliding over my exposed cunt from my clit to my asshole. His tongue seemed to hit my clit more regularly than I remembered of the others in this position and it may receive had to do with his shorter meridian and skilful Angle, at to the lowest degree better from my perspective.

I patted my ass to get him mount me. He jumped up, his rear peg churning to pull in my binding and I realized my ass was too high up for him. I squatted down a footling and he got on top of me, his coxa thrusting at me, probing with his cock for my cunt-hole. It slid inside before my hired hand got back to aid him and I gasped. Even a lot thinner than the early dogs, it was still a respectable prick to me. In fact, it wasn't much unlike than I remembered of Prakash's cock back when he did descend to me. Even a diminished cock from a dog took my breathing spell away. Its urging and push immediately applied by the dog as it enters and gains hold, driving deep in the first gear few thrusts.

This prison term, though, the putz, which was beginning to give me surprising pleasure pulled out. Like Sheru the first time, he walked around me frustrated. I lowered my ass further to the priming coat and encouraged him with both pets and verbal cooing. He came to my ass, again, taking my back quicker and sluttish with my ass lower and thrust at my body. I slipped my bridge player between my legs to assist him but got the surprise of my life before I found his cock with my hand. His cock, coated with my bitch juice, hit my asshole on one thrust and entered on the indorse. I cried out, never having ever been penetrated there before. The world-class thrust teased my puckered maw with the tip parting my sphincter, the secondly followed immediately by forcing it to open up wider so the end of the rooster was just inside. I gasped and gulped my breaths at the wiz of being penetrated there, wanting my torso to accept or reject the intrusion. My body didn't have often to say about it, though. The dog, being a dog, followed the initial partial incursion with an additional quick stutter of the drive, driving the embedded hammer trench into my anal passage.

I cried out, again. Now, it was more than just the tip inside me. Now, some of the juicy office of the cock had spread the anatomical sphincter wider, opening my passage for complete penetration. But, it hurt. That part of my consistence wasn't used to the penetration and stretch. I wanted my trunk to have prison term to adjust, but I felt the dog pull back slightly for another driving force as he also adjusted his clutch around my shank, holding me crocked and aligning himself to go into good shag mode. I reach back in the Hope of holding him sweetie for just a few minutes, but my chemical reaction was too slow. He thrust back into me and followed it with a stream of rapid-fire humping. It didn't seem to rag him that he was in the haywire hole.

I dropped my head and dresser to the ground, resting my forehead on my close up forearms, my ass sticking up in the air with the Terrier perched precariously, his back feet barely having plenty adhesive friction to uphold his mighty fucking. God, even a modest dog fucks like a maniac !

He was now in full mode of dog piece of tail. After my limited and very recent experience, I already knew what that was. It was a ride that had to be experienced and not explained and each time I had experienced it I was thrilled by it. He pulled and shove his cock out and into my ass as if he were fucking my pussy. After the initial discomfort that followed the initial sharp nuisance, I loved what I was experiencing. In my mind, it flashed before me that I now had two holes for fucking. Then, a smile took over my face as I braced myself for the continuing barrage. No, not two holes. I had now sucked my outset cock, too. I now had three cakehole for cock.

nil outside of the dog and the new sensations emanating from my anal passage was reaching my conscious mind. The sole thing in the mankind at the second was the dog's cock in my ass. So, I was very aware when I felt the bump of something outside my asshole, something larger pressing to enter. The nautical mile. Could my ass also take a slub ? I wouldn't have thought it could take a cock, but here I am actually enjoying it.

The knot pressed at my opening and for a moment my mind wasn't sure what it wanted to do about that, as if it had a lot to say about it at such a import of utmost excitement and stimulation. While the brain was carrying on a confused debate with itself, the body was already in action mechanism. It pressed back against the insistency being applied to it, the anatomical sphincter slowly but steadily spreading with the unvarying and exigent pressure. The Calidris canutus was probably small compared to the other two Canis familiaris, but it might have been the breadth of their orotund cocks so when it stretched me to the tip of almost entering, I felt like I would be lacerate and I couldn't think of a worse shoes to be torn. The New York minute reaction was flinching away from it, but it was too tardily and the dog was too limit. He had his legs wrapped around me and his metier and determination to mate surprised me. He pulled me back to him as he pressed himself to me and the knot plunged into my passage. I cried out, again.

It wasn't until later that it would even occur to me how a great deal randomness I had been making. At the metre, I was lost in my own little bubble of beingness and that bubble only contained Jhony and me deep in the chemical bond of mating.

I felt his cock and nautical mile grow in every way inside me. The fit was so tight I could palpate everything as his abbreviated solidus continued, his pre-cum leaked, and his cock grew in expectancy of pending climax. I could finger he was finish to cumming and I desperately wanted to share it with him. The sense experience of anal fucking was different with less take aim stimulation to the base erogenous zones. I slipped a hand underneath, my fingers going to my clit and cunt. The fingers alternated between strumming the clit and plunging into my slit. The fingerbreadth actually pressed up and felt the cock and knot in my ass through the slender membrane dividing the chambers.

When I felt his stopcock jerked meat and spasm against the walls, I joined him. My climax was convulsing and I was sure theatrical role of it was the baseness of the experience. I was not only fucked by a dog ; I was fucked by a dog in my ass. It felt so foul, so base, so slutty, so unsportsmanlike. I felt completely owned, used, and dominated by this dog, the small-scale of my brief experience.

We were securely tied. Once my orgasm ebbed, my mind returned to take charge and immediately, quietly, internally, swore a painful blue-streak at my body for getting us into this mess hall. I was completely defenseless and vulnerable. The dog had turned so we were ass-to-ass and frequently pulled to give up itself, but we were very securely joined. When many minutes passed and nothing had changed, I began to become worry. I had been shocked at the initial intrusion, then by the air mile entering me and what that took. But, when it happened, my body was in the throe of being overwhelmed with strong-arm and mental stimulation. Now, I was mindful … and tense. And, the stress wasn't helping to exhaust the knot.

I had no idea how long the knot might bind us together. This was a smaller dog, but the knot was in my ass, which was so a good deal sozzled and constricting. As the dog pulled on the tie, I could feel the anatomical sphincter securely closed in front of the ball inside me. I reached behind to stroke the dog to undertake to tranquilize him. As he fought to disengage, I could experience his cock slide inside me and I assumed his drive were just exciting him further.

My attempt to relax my own body, though, failed completely and abruptly when outside my trivial enclosure of brush, I heard the low vox of people too finis to be on the pathway below. I held my breath to listen more intently as if that would help. The dog behind must have heard the sounds, too, because he suddenly became more agitated, pulling with more intent, his mitt fighting the land to pull us apart. This time when I reached back to him, my feat to quiet him had desperation behind it. I could hear the vocalisation coming closer and I felt the dog moving one direction, then the former nervously.

I became terrified. The exposure of being external was part of the boot, heightening all the other impression. This was too confining, though. This was too much like feeling the inevitability of being caught at what I was doing. This was too much like seeing the end of my secure spirit as I knew it. I desperately stroked and soothed the dog. He calmed some with my attending, standing with this fanny end against mine as I went to just my knees, straightening my body to caress his body.

Suddenly, the hoi polloi outside go away, but not really. They had stopped. And, they weren't far from where I was. I heard one distinctly tell the others he thought he heard something, something like a dog whimpering. I stroked the dog reassuringly. Soon, the people resumed their walk and their voices became very close. They couldn't have been more than 20 invertebrate foot away from where I was knotted to the dog. Then it became quieter, but I could still see the voices fade away. They seemed to get turned their focusing to the ridge above where I was. Then, it was quietly around me, again.

I collapsed the ground still tied to the dog. My heart was racing so toilsome it was like I had just completed a series of scent sprints. My venerate brought on from danger was broken and my focus moved to collecting myself, my blood pressure, my breathing …

In the relaxing mode I put myself in, I must receive been able to relax Sir Thomas More than I imagined as the dog pulled mightily and the knot stretched my ass and popped out. I then allowed my full body to collapse to the ground. I was lying in the wild Gunter Wilhelm Grass and dirt, my tee shirt pushed up against my tits, to a greater extent than half of my physical structure nakedly pressed in grunge, grass, twigs, and leaves.

My heart fit into a raceway, again, when the dog seemed to explode through the brush next to me. I could listen him bark as he ran. The bark were the form that sounded like a greeting. Then, I heard the whistle of its proprietor. And, the sounds faded away.

CHAPTER SIX :

I needed a day to decompress after that end experience. Even Prakash noticed a change in me. Well, variety of. What he noticed was that I was distracted and less responsive to his inane banter about his workplace. That man, if he only understood anything about me …

Instead of making me find that I had not attended to him properly, though, his reaction to me spurred me to evaluate and realize what had happened in the common. I was curious about some aspects of what happened. A time before he had warned me that a man on the path was stopped and listening. This prison term, though, when a group of citizenry left the path and walked near where I was, he didn't provide any warning. Had he left ? I didn't think so. This man was receiving a vicarious excitement in his ability to help me so I didn't think he would forsake that and leave. Even if he wasn't seeing the actual act, he would require to be nearby.

After Prakash left for work on the sunrise of the second day, I resumed communication with the man. I opened the telephone set while walking to the large window in the keep room so I could peer over the other buildings to the east and see the Park in the aloofness. It took some minutes before he responded to my text.

‘ Are you naked ?'

‘ Sorry, Sir.'

Slowly, over all the texts and questions and divulging of intimate selective information and my easy, trusting compliancy with his marriage proposal, the term ‘ Sir'had slipped into my references to him. I didn't even use that to Prakash. I put the sound down on a board, quickly removing my churidar kurta I had selected for the day since I was going food market shopping in the morning time. I resumed my position in battlefront of the window, not because he requested it, he didn't, but because it returned the spirit of photo and risk, even if it now seemed much less risky that things I had been doing.

The text edition went back and Forth with some occasional delay on his end. I felt he was distracted by activities on his end, but he made no hint of me waiting until later. I apologized for interrupting him, but he insisted it was alright if I didn't take care some interruptions in the texts. I asked him about the group of hoi polloi and no admonition from him.

‘ Yes, that was nasty of me, wasn't it ?'

There was a pause. I really didn't want to respond to that. I felt like he let me down. I thought what he was doing was also providing some support, watchfulness. As a solution, I had begun letting my guard down to enjoy the a****ls. I was thinking I could hope him. So, I waited.

‘ Are you upset ? I suppose you are, but let me explain. I arranged for those the great unwashed to walk past you and lecture and theorise about strait. They were never going to actually appear for you in the bushes.'

‘ It scared me to death ! Why would you do that ?'

‘ I did it FOR you. Over our messaging, I have learned that a big role of what you found thrilling was the risk. Your strong-arm experiences were going to be limited. You were, are, a frustrated wife. Seeking some layer of exhibitionistic rush was how you began. The dogs were unintentional, unexpected, but the experience with them was enhanced by the risk factor. True ?'

‘ True.'

‘ So, severalise me … how did it feel when they came close.'

‘ I was knotted. I was completely helpless. Even more, Jhony's tool slipped into my ass, not my twat. I had no estimate how prospicient it might take for him to rip out of my sozzled ass. I had to interest about keeping Jhony quiet and calm so the people wouldn't hear our struggle of being tied.'

‘ But … how did it all feel ?'

I paused. So, he didn't let me down. I was never in real peril. They knew I was there, but they were never going to know who I was. honestness, Deepti, he's provided so much.

‘ It felt amazing ! If it had been one of the bigger weenie in my twat, I probably would let orgasmed.'I paused, then forged on with what I was feeling. ‘ You did that all for me. Why ?'

‘ You excite me. Helping you experience these thing is exciting. I am not a young man. I have been alone for quite some time. You are allowing me to feel things I have not for a very long time.'

Another pause. I gave him time. There was more he was working out, I could feel it.

‘ May I think of other thing for you ?'

I didn't suspension. ‘ YES ! Yes, Sir.'

‘ volition you tell me just your outset name ?'

I felt a connective I could trust. ‘ It scared me, but it thrilled me, too. I feel I can bank you. Can I ? Is it foolish of me to ask if I can entrust you ?'

‘ I am pleased you were excited. I am sorry about the pall component part, but that is part of what excites you. Yes, you can trust me. I don't want to hurt you or compromise you. You are exceptional. I can help you achieve what you desire. What is your name ?'

I didn't hesitate further, ‘ Deepti. My starting time name is Deepti.'

‘ Ahhh … sheen, radiance, glow. Has that fit you in your life history ?'

‘ No, not until lately maybe.'

‘ You mean since this turmoil has come into your spirit ? What happens if your husband begins to interrogate your change ?'

I didn't get it on how to respond to that question. If, and that might be a big if, my husband did notice a change in my behavior, what would he think ? Maybe, he would simply be relieved and not query it, at all. Our honest communicating had been so bad for so farseeing, I really had picayune way of guessing.

‘ I don't know what the answer to that is, Sir. I have to manage my show around him, I think. Anything he notices might be explained by my hiking in the Park, an improvement in my physical being ?'He agreed that would be ripe. ‘ Sir, I am peculiar about the domestic dog. You said they are scantling dog-iron, have they been with other women before, too ?'

I heard him chuckle at the question. ‘ Why do you ask that, Deepti ? Say it plainly, affectionately. assure me why you ask.'

He suspected my reason, I could sense it. Oh God, could I really admit such a thing ? He didn't ruin the developing silence. He was very skilled in patience, making me feel the restiveness of silence.

‘ I am wondering if I am their first and only woman to fuck. Am I their entirely human-bitch ?'He didn't respond. More silence. I asked the motion, but he knew there was more emotion, desire behind it that I hadn't yet admitted. I gulped in air and plunged ahead, ‘ Sir, am I their only woman-bitch ? It would be so exciting to be their only woman-bitch. The thought of being their bitch has become very exciting.'

I could get word the pleasure in his voice when he finally responded. ‘ Yes, my beloved, you are their simply woman-bitch, as you call it. You are their bitch. You like being their bitch, don't you ?'I said, yes. ‘ You like the melodic theme more than human sex. You would rather be fucked by the andiron than by men. Dogs satisfy you in a way you don't think men ever could. You would make Thomas More danger, do almost anything to enjoy dog-cock more and more.'

‘ Yes, Sir ! Everything you said is avowedly ! I love dog-cock and I want more. Yes, you can tell me what you want me to do. I want to be their cunt !'

He had asked permission to arrange something new and different for me to have after the scare in the Park. I had quickly given him my commendation. I had quickly pronounced my desire to be a beef for his hound. I had even let slip that my desire for the experiences was pushing me to do whatever he wanted me to do. I felt like I was somehow sitting on a godforsaken Eruca vesicaria sativa ride, I was blasting into new realms of experience and unknown opportunities. It was scary, but it was exhilarating.

While he was probably devising something different, though, I enjoyed a duo more trips to the common. One with Sheru and the early with Balaji. As sweetly and cute Jhony was, I did prefer the larger cocks and knots of the other two Canis familiaris. The experience of being knotted in the ass, though, never left me and I knew I would want to experience that, again.

He was putting himself more and more in armorial bearing of these face-off. On Clarence Shepard Day Jr. when we didn't have something arranged for the Park, he might text me at some point during the day and give me an education. I was unfreeze to do it or not, he had no forcible control over me, but I found myself always following his instructions. Some days it was merely being naked the entire day with clothespins on my nipples. Other clip, it might be standing naked in front of the big window while I used the dildo in my cunt until I orgasmed. That would take many minutes and sometimes I found myself deliberately extending the exposition, wondering the integral time if someone might be in a building somewhere to the east with field glasses or telescope. The thought process made it even more exciting and that, of track, was the objective.

He also changed how I was to dress on the arranged outing. From now on, he said in a textual matter, I was to only wear sarees. He didn't want to see me in jean and tee-shirts, anymore. If he did, he would not release the dog. That threat did maintain some control over me, but it was unneeded, I would have complied, anyway. He was very specific about my dressing. Not only was it to be only a sari with a form-fitting top, but there would be no underclothing and no petticoat. Additionally, when I was with the dog, I was to also hit my top. Those following times when I fucked the dogs, I was completely nude in the Park. As the dog-iron pounded me from behind and I was on my hands and stifle, I marveled at how my mammilla swung beneath me when they were unloosen to move. It was thrilling to imagine someone seeing them moving like that.

The new necessary for dressing added a big psychological effect, too. Not only being completely naked but getting dressed again would be slow. There would be no way of getting dressed quickly if somebody should intrude. Wrapping a saree takes minutes, anywhere from 7 to 10 minutes depending on conditions and how luxuriant the dr****g is. And, without a half-slip to make the tucks into, it would be slightly different using the belt. If something happened, I wasn't going to be able to get set quickly, anymore. That wasn't a subtle modification and it was quite dramatic.

The for the first time time with Sheru with the sari went just okay. I got there and Sheru came down. I waved to the man and he waved back. Although I heard hoi polloi on the way, they remained on the path and there was no tension. The second base time was with Balaji and it went the same way right up until the end, then I almost died.

The day was almost perfect. One of those days that don't seem real in a big, over-populated, industrial surround like Bombay. The skies were clear, the pushover was placate off the sea, and a low front had sucked away often of the humidness. After Balaji pulled his wondrous mile from my cum filled cunt, I lay on the ground satisfied and fulfilled. The dog came to my spread head legs and lapped at my leaking cunt causing me to moan and sigh with further satisfaction and pleasure. I sat up to pet him in thanks when we both heard the man pennywhistle. Balaji turned to run from the bushes and his paw caught the fabric of my saree. By the fourth dimension I saw my saree leaving the George H.W. Bush attached to the dog, I had two cadence of textile to grab before it was all gone. My chemical reaction, though, right after an orgasm was slow. I had to jump through the bushes after the dog, landing with my upper half outside the bushes to grab the end of the 5-meter length of textile. The man must have recognized what was happening and yelled for the dog to stop. I pulled on the fabric and dislodged the material, crawling back into the crotch hair and pulling the material in tush me.

I stood to envelop the sari around me when I heard interpreter of vexation on the path below. I heard the man coming down from the slope reassuring the multitude that everything was alright, he had just lost the location of the dog. When they questioned what the dog had been pulling, he quickly made up a narration of the sun reflecting off the waving grasses, despite almost no piece of cake. It bought me enough clock time to get dressed. I exited the bushes in the opposite centering and circled around. Another finale call, but very wind up. As I walked passed the people, I could feel the dog cum still leaking from my cunt.

Then, his next melodic theme for me came. He said he had an idea I was sure to encounter very tickle, titillating, and very exhibitionistic. He asked if I trusted him enough to give his device driver foot me up from any positioning I desired. He assured me he would protect my identity and that his driver was really his personal and professional person helper. I told him I would be waiting at the south end of the Sunder Nagar Garden. He told me the color and shuffling of the car, the driver's name, and other details to assure myself of the set car.

I stood on the sidewalk at the South end of the Sundar Nagar Garden. A car matching description I was given stopped in front of me as he was heading to my left. The passenger windowpane lowered.

"Mrs. Sinha ?"I was using the end of my saree as a veil as instructed to hide my features.

"You are ?"It was a terpsichore I was instructed to execute to be certain of the car I was about to get into.

"Swapnil Kolte, ma'am."He reached into the passenger seat next to him and handed out a mask that would cover my eyes and nose. I smiled, though he couldn't see it, and nodded. He exited the car and held the back door open for me. I put on the mask and slid into the cover seat. I had no idea where we were going or what was awaiting me. I was anticipating a new localisation and another dog, though he never indicated so.

I started asking Swapnil questions about our destination, but he interrupted me. He punched some release on the dash and I heard the ringing of a earphone on utterer. When it was answered on the early end, I was to find out the articulation of the man for the initiatory time.

Swapnil said,"Sir, I have Mrs. Sinha in the car as directed. We are heading east for the Western pike now."

"Thank you, Swapnil. Deepti, my gens is Venkat Iyer. I have decided it might assist you feel more secure if you know more about me than I know about you. I have a numeral of job in the Bombay orbit and you are headed to a outback office of one of those dimension with Swapnil. I am actually semi-retired, which has allowed me the sentence to be so interactive with you. I am 62-years-old and widowed, I may have mentioned that already."There was a suspension and some strangle conversation in the background as though he was having a secernate conversation."Sorry, dear. I needed to take tending of something there that Swapnil would normally have handled. Now, you have my full attending. I wish I was there with you, but hopefully, that will be potential in the near future tense. How are you feeling about this, Deepti ? Do you take in the masque on ?"

"Yes, Sir. Thank you."

"Not at all, dear. My desire to help you have what you crave. I think that is an interesting word, don't you dear ? Crave. It says a lot, doesn't it ? Isn't that the way you feel about the matter you are doing ?"

"Yes, Sir, crave is a very good Son for it. Sir, may I ask where we are headed ?"

"Yes, but I am afraid it won't mean value anything to you. answer it to say, the location is outside, isolate, but visible. I know that sounds contradictory, but it is true and it is important for the experience I have planned for you. Will you rely me, Deepti ?"

"Yes, Sir."It was even a piddling surprising to me that I never hesitated in the answer.

"Excellent. Swapnil, does she look dressed per my command ?"

"Yes, Sir. She is wearing a saree."

"Excellent. Swapnil, call me back when you enter the Western Expressway."Then, he was gone.

I didn't get quite as much information as I was hoping for. I was wearing a mask to protect my features, but Swapnil wasn't. He was in his late 20's, average height and figure. He appeared athletic and confident, though he was deferent to Mr. Iyer. Swapnil had short fateful whisker that was somewhat unrulily. He wore glasses that were ordinary, not too stylish. He had a mustache and byssus that was either new and growing out or he was having trouble growing it. various times as Mr. Iyer talked, I caught his eye in the rearview mirror and was struck by the glisten in them. His smile was wide and genuine. He looked like someone I wouldn't mind spending metre with.

I saw us approaching the entree to the westerly motorway. I had been anticipating more about what was going to happen and being on the Expressway seemed to be the key moment. Once Swapnil merged onto the Expressway, he punched the redial. He didn't say anything, Mr. Iyer began talking immediately.

"Deepti, this is when you begin to show you really trust me. I want you to travel into the snapper of the rachis can, then quickly unwrap your saree and take away your top."My mouth dropped and I stared at the emplacement on the dash where his vocalization came from."Swapnil, what was her reaction ?"

"She might be in seismic disturbance, Sir."

He laughed on the early end."I thought as much. Deepti, we have been very careful to cover your personal identity. You wanted new, greater experiences. One would be to be naked in a moving car."

I was shaking my head, but my hands were already working to remove the saree. I had to shift my position numerous meter to divulge the 5 time of cloth. Then, I looked into the rearview mirror, saw Swapnil glancing from the road to me and back to the road. I closed my heart and removed the top. I was sitting in the midsection of the back seat of a car I had never been in before and driven by a man I had never met before. I saw the cars passing us and us passing them. We were approaching a slower truck and I closed my oculus. I knew he could look correct down into the car for a very good eyeshot of me if he happened to search. I kept my eyes closed, but when I heard a motortruck honk future to me, I knew he happened to face and saw something he never expected.

Still reeling from what I was showing to trucker we were passing on a regular ground on the heavily go main road, I almost missed the next comment from Mr. Iyer.

"love, now slide your butt to the edge of the rear end and circulate your legs wide."

My optic flashed up to the rearview mirror, which Swapnil had his left hand on ready to adjust. That sparkle in his eyes shined even more. I fluidly took the perspective he instructed and never in my life felt more exposed to anyone. The only person EVER to throw seen me in a position close to this was me in front of the mirror as I looked for ways to thrill myself in masturbation. Now, Swapnil, an attractive man I just met, had adjusted the mirror for immediate glances to enjoy the view displayed to him through the two pail buns in front.

"Well, Swapnil ? ”, Mr. Iyer enquired.

"Simply beautiful, Sir. I love the tone of her puss. The lips are parted and the interior sassing clearly show. The lips and her twat exposed inside are glistening with her juices."His optic showed his smiling had increased. I hadn't realized my manus had moved down my body to my snatch. When I did realize it, I pulled them back, my entire body flushing deeper than it already had been. Just then, there was another honk from a truck driver. I closed my optic."Sir, she is a intimate goddess, I think. Her digit moved to her pussy, but when she realized it, she pulled them away."

God ! They are talking about me as if they were watching a video or paging through a mag. I feel like an object they are enjoying, Swapnil describing for Mr. Iyer's imagining.

"A intimate goddess. You may truly be make up about that, Swapnil. Deepti, until you arrive at the destination, I want you to actively and intentionally jack off with your finger. If you can, I want you to orgasm. Use your cunt, clitoris, and teat. Do whatever it takes. Let those truckers see what a sex goddess is like when she satisfies her cravings."

Oh, God ! ! My fingerbreadth did what he instructed as if they were responding directly from his instructions without needing me to control them. The opinion was unbelievable. The conversation about my body, really only my cunt, caused me to feel so sexual, wanton, base, obscene, and objectified. Those might not ordinarily be great things to feel about yourself, but I knew my snatch was spread wide heart-to-heart and leaking my secretion freely. I knew my nipple were vertical and striking, too. My fingers opened my hole wider for Swapnil, then my eyes rose to the mirror and we made eye inter-group communication. I smiled at him, my lips parting with my tongue licking them. I felt obscene. It was so thrilling with my photograph to Swapnil, the truck driver honking alongside us, and my fingers gliding in and out of my cunt. My orgasm came as the car turned off the Expressway.

The car was turned onto a rutted road, which caused me to sit straighter to see where we were. As I did, the car rolled to a catch in figurehead of a improbable chain-link fence and put away logic gate. Swapnil got out, unlocked the logic gate, force the car through, then closed and relocked the logic gate. He then drove into what looked like deserted, unused place. The car bounced over two sets of railway lead, then came to a stop.

Swapnil redialed Bluetooth phone and Mr. Iyer came back on the argumentation."Deepti, before you start looking around, today there is no dog fucking for you. Today, there is only man-cock. I know it has been a prospicient time for you, so enjoy."And, he was gone. I wanted to dissent. I had agreed to travel along all of his instructions because I thought there would be a dog here for me to savor. I wanted to object, but he was gone. I looked up at Swapnil who was watching me intently.

Swapnil stepped out of the car and opened the back door. Clearly, he expected me to exit the car naked. As I did, I surveyed the area around the car. Besides the railroad caterpillar track nearby, the Western pike roared with traffic on a tenacious bridge nearby and above. I could clearly see passenger in auto and trucks on the bridge circuit 10 or 15 cadence above us. In front end of the car was an expansive water supply scheme, which caused the demand for the bridge in add-on to the railroad cart track. On the early side of the water people working, some of them in the water. Swapnil saw where my eyes were and commented that it was an experimental rice-patty. The people were secretive enough that I could tell which were men and which were women by their clothes and cause. It seemed everywhere I looked, there was some potential for being seen. And, Swapnil walked me naked to the border of the weewee. I was nervous but he instructed me to keep on my paw at my face. He put me in a peculiar direction and I could see that I was exposed to both the bridgework and the Sir Tim Rice prole at the Sami time.

He walked me back to the car, stopping me alongside it on the position closest to the railway system tracks. He reached inside the car and withdrew another mask, this one Joseph Black, and placed it over his upper look. He was wearing nice slackness and a buttoned long-sleeve shirt open at the neck opening, so when he unbuckled the bash on his quagmire, I quickly knew what was expected, though I had never done it for a man. I knelt on the dirt soil in battlefront of him, loosened the quagmire and pull it and his underwear down to his articulatio genus. I was still uncertain why he was also wearing a masque now since I had already seen his face. But, when I saw his turncock under his clothes, I discarded any concerns about the mask. His hitch, uncircumcised putz was the size of my husband's hard one. It hung in front end of me and my mind and eyes had no other retainer than experiencing it, touching it, feeling it on mouth and in my mouth.

I had been given the experience of sucking cock with the dogs. Now, I was going to experience sucking man-cock, as well. And, it wasn't my fool hubby. Mr. Iyer was calculated and designed in providing me with varied experiences, as he promised. My letdown at not having a dog was replaced with the thoughtfulness of new experiences. Clearly, Mr. Iyer didn't business concern himself as a great deal with my approval or acceptation beforehand as very much my following his direction. That recognition that he was taking control was mollified by the acknowledgment that my chemical reaction to him was to comply with whatever he directed.

My hand seemed to move out on its own until it grasped the cock. I looked up at Swapnil and found him watching me intently. He had positioned me very deliberately and that seemed peculiar in the cover of my judgement, but I was so focused on the cock in front of me I didn't put much thought into why. I leaned forward and licked the underside of his cock. I could finger it move just from that simple action. I lifted it and licked along the duration of it. When I reached the top, I pulled the foreskin back to expose the head, opened my mouth and took it inside, sucking on the psyche, swirling my tongue over it. I did this action repeatedly, licking the length, exposing the head and taking it into my sassing. Soon, the reaction from my efforts gave me the bombastic peter I had ever seen. The head was pushed out from the foreskin, exposed and make for me. I thought the wienerwurst'turncock were big and they were compared to Prakash, but they weren't as big as Swapnil's. I wrapped one hand around the base and saw it was only covering about half the length. I looked up and smiled, again. What would it be like to experience something like this ?

Then, the incertitude about what was happening flashed into my mind. I was a married woman. I had a husband. Part of that union was supposed to be a commitment of trueness and fidelity. I had rationalized my way through each new step : the masturbation was self-pleasure ; the toys were still self-pleasure ; the dog were not human so they didn't numeration. But, now this was a man I was enjoying. By doing this, I couldn't rationalize it away. I was being disloyal and unfaithful to my vows of marriage and my husband. But, I had had these same thoughts before, even before I knew what this experience might be. I had considered the possibility that this might someday be presented as an opportunity. It was a natural progression, after all. In the cool moments of thoughtfulness and psychoanalysis, I knew I would take the opportunity to again experience a man's prick that wasn't my husband's. I understood that taking that whole step, that opportunity, might add additional frustration into the marriage, but the path I had set myself on had produced that whether I took this additional pace or not.

Another consideration came to my mind, though. My hubby's legal action played into this, as well. I had learned accidentally that despite our tight finances, he was continuing to risk and toast with his brother. dark that he said he would be working, he was with his buddies. It was an accidental breakthrough and it had angered him tremendously when he had been caught in his Trygve Lie. His anger had been such that I feared being beaten more than the slapping I might on occasion get as his drinking progressed. Maybe it didn't completely justify what I was doing, but he wasn't without some fault and responsibility.

With that determination and acceptance, I became devout in my efforts of pleasuring and experiencing the hard stopcock in my helping hand and head word in my mouth. All Mr. Iyer said was that I would have man-cock today. I became diligent in satisfying Swapnil. It became important that he report back to Mr. Iyer that I had pleased him with my mouth and I was determined to ask his cum in my sass and swallow it. Another thing I obviously had never done. If I pleased Swapnil and Mr. Iyer was pleased in turn, I may again be given one of his pawl to experience.

I was so absorbed on the peter in my mouth I wasn't aware of a significant interference coming. Then, the noise was patent. We were near the twice tracks and it became obvious now why Swapnil had been careful in positioning us. The commuter train wagon train was approaching from in front of me slightly to the left hand. It was approaching so anyone looking would see the back of a partially dressed man, but clearly, see a naked fair sex on her knees sucking the man's cock.

I reacted to what was about to happen by shifting while the peter was still in my mouth, but Swapnil kept me in stead. I looked up at him just as the train engine flashed by with the dozen or so rider railway car behind it. I shook with scratch nervousness, knowing that everyone on this side of meat of the railway car had a perfect persuasion of me. This was why Swapnil had also put a overtone mask over his eyes.

After the wagon train passed, he put a finger under my Kuki and lifted it up. The action brought my middle up, but also my mouth off his cock. He was smiling.

"Was that exciting ?"

"My God, yes ! My fear has been to be seen, that something dreaded would bechance as a answer. I was very definitely seen naked and sucking a man's cock who wasn't my married man, but nobody would be able in that flash of vision to have sex who I was."I looked at my weapons system."I'm still shaking."

"Good, now lean over the hood of the car."

I was puzzled, then aware. Not only was he giving me the chance to suck his turncock, but he was going to sleep together me, too. He helped me up and I walked on watery and trembling legs to the car and was leaned over the cowling. He came up behind me and tapped my pes on the inside to encourage more separation. I knew there was no issue with my cunt being ready, I could experience the moisture. After the other orgasm, sucking man-cock for the first metre ( and a enceinte one ), and being surprised to be exposed to a commuter train, I was set for anything, physically and emotionally.

He placed his cock at my snatch, rubbing the caput up and down along the length of my lips, he found my maw and pressed in. I gasped at the feel of his enceinte cock head, so unlike than the sharpen cocks of the dogs. I moaned at the spirit of it as he pressed his hammer deeper into me, pulling out a few inch and pressing back in farther until I felt his hips against my bare butt. I felt filled with cock. It was more than I could have imagined. The air mile is filling, but this was filling for the entire length and it was blowing my mind as he quickly settled into a smooth rhythm of fucking.

My head was on my forearms, he was now pounding into me with more personnel. My tits were squashed into the bonnet of the car, still a niggling warm from the drive here. It was delightful and I wasn't sure I could waitress for him to cum. Another new experience and I was quickly rising to another orgasm.

"Oh, Swapnil, I … I am going to … going to cum … are you set ?"

"No, I want to fuck you more. Cum, Deepti ! Cum for me."

Then, as if on some sort of cue, I heard the train coming, again. But, how ? It had just passed minutes before. Maybe it was more moment than I thought. Also, there were two tracks. Oh God ! This must be the caravan coming in from the suburbs further out. Oh God, another train of passengers to see me. God, what a slut I will look like.

As the engine flashed by and the rider cars after it, the racket was deafening and drowned out my cry of pleasure and hug drug as my orgasm crashed over me. When my organic structure calmed some, Swapnil was still fucking me. I sensed some urgency to his fucking so I pressed back against him as he thrust into me, matching his motility with mine and compounding the vim of the piece of ass. My nipples felt like they were on fire, erect and pressed into the warmly metal of the car, the fucking making my mamilla rub over the surface. I slipped a deal between my torso and the car, rubbing my clit as the cock inside me pounded into me with ever new force and intent. As I felt his cock erupt, spewing his cum into me, I spasmed around his cock, another orgasm taking hold of my body.

CHAPTER SEVEN :

After the escapade with Swapnil, Mr. Iyer and I dispensed with the use of texting and accepted talking with the same phones. He continued to tease me with footling challenges around the flat and neighborhood. In the apartment, I would put the speech sound on speaker and he would direct me using his own imagination of what it looked like.

He seemed to be using the days immediately after the car drive for gentler play and I had the notion he was nervous about what my reaction might be after that experience. I assured him that despite my initial disappointment about not having a dog, I was ok with everything that had happened and desired more. I was intrigued by what his mind had come up with both in the Park and the recent experience. I finally was able to convince him I was anxious to experience Thomas More of whatever he devised.

One day, he had me standing in front of the mirror using cartridge holder on my tit and clit. They stung, but I told him I found it titillating and stimulating. Encouraged, he had me add more to my cunt back talk. He then expressed his regret that he couldn't see what it looked like. I asked him for patience and awkwardly walked to the closet to retrieve the tv camera. It had a timer function, which I set and placed on the dresser next to the mirror. I quickly turned toward the camera and I heard the click. I checked the image and took a duo more, adjusting the angle. I took the camera to the information processing system, downloaded it, then uploaded the images to the headphone. I sent him a text with two of the image, one was a closeup of the snip on my cunt brim and button. He was delighted, which made me pleased.

Later, I took the ikon off the computer, transferring the balance to the earphone. As I busied myself with that task, it occurred to me how happy and satisfied I felt. I tried to analyze why I was feeling it so strongly and it seemed to be that there was a man in my living, even remotely, that appreciated my feat to satisfy him. A man I didn't really live very well was giving me a sense of satisfaction and achievement my own husband didn't seem capable of giving me.

Another sentence, he asked me to lubricate the grip to my hairbrush and work it into my ass. How salacious. But, I did it and eagerly. No thing the request, I felt a substantial and compelling desire to finish it for him. If I could, I would get a photo as I did with the brush sticking out of my ass.

I started taking exposure of myself to institutionalise to him. It might just be a selfie in the mirror or a timed photo in some pose. I took a picture wearing a sheer saree with nothing underneath. He came back quickly after that saying that one was very intriguing to him. He liked how I was exposed but still covered. He said he wished he could get that every day.

He came back with another mesmerism for an experience with the car. I would be picked up at the same location, I should wear the same outfit, and expect the use of the masquerade, again. I asked, but he would apply no further particular. He did not seem to be somebody who was satisfied with duplicating the Saami experience twice in a row. Even in the Park, he used different dog-iron or unlike tantalization. I didn't think the two prison term in the car would be a duplicate, either. He was going to provide something dissimilar and the secret of that heightened the expectation for me. I was sure this clock time would somehow include a dog.

The car tripper followed the same pattern as the first time. I was a lilliputian defeated to find the car only had Swapnil driving. I had speculated that the something unlike this time might have been the participation and attendance of Mr. Iyer. Not that there was anything about Swapnil that could induce any disappointment.

I was given the mask, which I put on as I seated myself into the back seat. As we approached the entrance to the Western Expressway, I caught Swapnil's eyes in the rearview mirror and he simply nodded. That seemed like a lot to wear from one old confrontation, but I was anticipating the like direction to take out my saree and top. I smiled at him, leaned forward to overstretch the end of the saree from my berm, then pulled the top up and over my head. Without a bra, I was now naked from the waistline up. I caught him adjusting the mirror and smiled at him, less embarrassed this prison term than I had been the previous time.

I thought about how to more easily take the saree in the back seat of a moving car since the struggle of last time. I shifted to my human knee on the edge of the gage seat with my tail end toward the front and pulling the freighter bound above my knee. I then was able to pull the rapier from the belt around my shank and bring out the saree material from me. I piled the material against the left over position of the hindquarters, the rider side, and fell back into post in the middle of the buns. I opened my leg broad to his gaze as he adjusted the mirror a little more than to see further down.

I giggled,"Like this, Sir ?"

He laughed."I must say that is beautiful. But, Deepti, I am not Sir, simply Swapnil."

"There is nada ‘ simply'about you, Swapnil. I can already see that although you serve Mr. Iyer, it is not from a spot of failing, but perhaps from devotion or loyalty ?"

A voice intruded from the style of the car. Unknown to me, the Bluetooth had been activated."You are redress, my dear. Swapnil is far from a feeble retainer. Although he does serve me, he is most importantly my most trusted, and sometimes argumentative, pro advisor."

I smiled at Swapnil who had rolled his eyes in refraction of the compliment about him. I asked,"What do you have in entrepot for me, today, Sir ? And, will I have the pleasance of encounter you, this time, too ?"

"You will throw to wait, my near. We wouldn't want to deflower the surprise. But, are you masturbating for Swapnil, Deepti ?"

I blushed and dropped my hands between my thigh."Sorry, Sir."

Swapnil was struggling between watching the road and watching my fingers."She has the most beautiful and wet cunt, Sir."

There was a chortle from the flair loudspeaker,"I believe she uses the term ‘ puss ’."I blushed stronger as Swapnil's eyes held mine for a import. With all the yakety-yak about me and my cunt, I didn't achieve an coming this clip, but I was certainly cook for anything. In fact, besides hoping for a dog, I was hoping for another coupling with Swapnil. His shaft was glorious and he was skilled with using it. I still was expecting Mr. Iyer had something more in mind.

When we dropped off the pike and wound through small-scale and smaller roads, I sat up in prediction of our destination. We were indeed approaching the same remote region with the train tracks. I noted by the clock on the dash that the timing was very standardised to the previous time.

After opening the gate, driving through, reclosing the logic gate, and stopping the car in nearly the exact dapple as last time, I accepted Swapnil hand as an assist in getting out of the hinder behind. I looked across the H2O to see people working in the test Rice paddies. The span was still roaring with traffic and the train tracks lay before us as if a monitor of what they could dribble at any moment.

Swapnil came up behind me, slipped his blazonry around my waist, and I leaned back into him. The endure time it was all about the sexual act, there was little gentle touch. This felt good. I knew very well I was going to be sucking and fucking him, again. Doing it all in public and exposed to those who might happen to see even if from too far a distance for recognition or too quickly passed for recognition. But, still, I was in this man's arms, his hired man slowly and gently moving over my naked front, one hand down toward my crotch but not quite reaching, the former cupping my tit before taking the nipple between his finger and thumb. He squeezed the nipple and I mewed softly. He bent over so his early hand could reach down into my crotch, a fingerbreadth slipping between the protruding sass. He raised the finger up to my mouth and I sucked my own juice off his finger. I turned my nerve up to him and we kissed.

I turned in his arms and his hands caressed my back to my butt. We continued to kiss and he picked me up, my ramification instinctively wrapping around his hip. He walked me to the cowl of the car effortlessly and set my buns down on the affectionate metal. He laid me back across the cowling and kissed from my lips to my pharynx, to my chest and nipple. He spent min kissing and sucking my tits and teat. My back arched at the attention I had never before experient. A man was loving my consistency !

When his kisses left my tit and descending down my abdomen, I sighed, then sucked in a rich breath as it occurred to me what he might be leading to. As his rim and knife steadily descended over my abdomen and pubic pile to the top of my pussy and button, I moaned so loud I thought it might trace attention from the actor except for the roar of the traffic above. He slid his hands underneath my stifle and raised them up, then pushed them apart. I raised my head in let out jar at what he was doing. His mouthpiece was covering my dripping cunt, his natural language playing inside and out, flicking at my engorged clit, then covering that clit with his lip and sucking hard. I was splayed out like a hen being made ready for stuffing. God, yes ! Yes, I wanted to be stuffed by this man, again. But, what he was doing to me was too good, too wonderful, too heavenly to need it to block. His glossa stiffened and pressed into my cunt. God ! How … how does he do that ? Men do this ? I want a man like this.

There was an void. One moment, my cunt was covered by warmly and attentive pleasuring and the adjacent moment, it was gone. void and longing took its place. I opened my oculus, unfocused and directionless.

"Is she ready, Swapnil ?"

I looked between my splayed second joint to come up an older man standing aboard Swapnil whose eyes reflected lusty desire and eagerness."Sir, I think she is always ready. The minute I touched her she was soaking wet."

I took it this was Mr. Iyer. Venkat Iyer looked every bit the successful businessman he claimed to be, but the respect and consideration Swapnil showed him was an even grownup indicator to me than his appearance. He had a kindly, lenify, fatherlike typeface. He looked to be in his early 60's and stood a few inch taller than Swapnil. He carried his weight well, but it was manifest that a life of business concern and offices had added some Egyptian pound to his inning. His whisker was quite hoary and receding. He combed it neatly to his right position. A pocket-sized mustache was below his nozzle. He wore wire-framed trash. Like Swapnil, he wore smart slacks and buttoned shirt open at the neck.

Puzzled about where he suddenly came from, I scanned around the tree to notice an SUV parked away from the entryway we used. Standing future to the SUV attached by a III was a dog looking very much like Sheru. My attention was brought back to their continuing comments.

They had shifted positions so Mr. Iyer was now standing directly in front of my splayed thighs, but a couple m from me. I was getting embarrassed by my exposure to them and started allowing my thighs to close down, but Mr. Iyer reacted quickly.

"No, dear, please. Please, remain just as you are."Despite my increasing bloom and embarrassment, I reopened my thighs as fully as before. My eye met his, at least the bit when his optic left his report of my slit and body to glance at my face. He was unabashedly gazing at my undefended snatch and occasionally at my teat and the residual of my body.

"I don't know if I have enjoyed a woman so much as she."He looked into my eyes."Perhaps it is her maturity. She has a real number body, doesn't she ? Her curves as enticing. I think you are correct, Swapnil, a sexual goddess seems appropriate with a little encouragement."

He came up between my legs, bent over and kissed my pussy. I shivered and moaned. There was something about this well-to-do, successful, and attractive man who had been so unashamed about gazing upon my openly exposed body and then moving up to me and kissing the part of me that seemed to reserve his attention, the most buck private part of a woman.

He put his helping hand out to me. I took them and he assisted me down from the bonnet of the car. He pulled me into his weapon and whispered into my ear,"Thank you, dear Deepti. I am sorry if that might have embarrassed you, but you are so lovely."He put me at arm's duration and looked down my body, again."I truly do enjoy a more mature woman."He held my optic."You've been very receptive to everything present to you, so far. Are you ready for More ?"

I nodded and stepped into him, putting my arms around his neck."Yes, Sir. Anything. Everything. You've helped me go through things and palpate things I never believed I would or thought possible."I looked over at Sheru and he chuckled.

"I am glad to try that."During this metre, Swapnil had disappeared behind the car and was removing two thick blankets and spreading them on some nearby marvelous weed. Mr. Iyer saw where my optic were watching."Yes, my honey. Have you ever been fucked three times in one academic term, Deepti ? Would you care to be ?"

My mouth dropped open, then formed into a wide smiling. I demurely looked at him,"Sir, as I have told you before until all this started, I was only fucked by one man and that turned out to be very unsatisfactorily. Everything you have offered me has been amazing and satisfied me, but each has left me with an increased craving for what else was possible."I paused and placed the incline of my aspect against his chest."I will try anything you desire of me, Sir. You have ignited something inside me that has inflamed desires, indigence, cravings I didn't know could exist."I raised my head to engage his middle, unaware that Swapnil had completed the transcription of the blankets and was watching and listening to our substitution."Sir, I feel I am at a precipice in my liveliness. My life has been unsatisfying and frustrating, but it was the life I had. You've shown me things, made me feel things, so many things, that are beyond my power to express. The round-eyed desires I felt born from my frustrations to have matured into cravings I don't know what bounds might exist for them. I don't understand what is happening to me or where all this will lead me in life sentence, but at these mo, these experiences are what I need."

He pulled me into his arms and kissed the top of my head, his hands stroking down my bare back to the top of my butt. I melted into his embrace. That picture I had of him early, fatherly, morphed into something more. There was caring, deference, and consideration flowing from him, but there was also heat and desire, desire for me.

He guided me gently to the blanket. I looked at him and Swapnil standing slope by side of meat. They were also wearing masks now and I remembered the trains. nix was said or indicated. I simply dropped to my knees in front of them. I moved my hands to Mr. Iyer's belt buckle, first. I undid his belt, his slack clutches and zipper, then pulled his pants and underwear off his hips and down his legs. I did it quickly and without fanfare. I looked up at his fount and smiled at him. His cock was uncircumcised, also. Although not nearly as long as Swapnil's, it was longer than my hubby's, the only other cock I had any experience with. I raised his turncock with one script and licked the underside of it from al-Qaeda to top. I put the top into my lip and began sucking on it. I pulled my mouth off, extract the foreskin back to expose the head, and returned my mouthpiece to suck on the exposed head. I heard him gasp, his hand resting on the top of my heading and I smiled around the cock.

I moved to Swapnil and repeated everything with him, sucking his cock about the Saami distance of time. Then, I moved back and forth between the two men, sucking and licking each until I had two intemperate cocks standing before me.

I sat back on my heels, my genu separated to show my bitch and looked up at the two of them."Sirs, would you like to cum in my oral cavity ? Or, would you like to cum inside me ? look at me yours. How may I please you ?"

Mr. Iyer responded,"I thought this was about finding ways of pleasuring you, my costly Deepti."

I smiled demurely,"I will bump pleasure in pleasing you both."

"And Sheru ?"

I giggled,"Yes, oh, yesssss … and Sheru."

He motioned me to lie on the blankets."I want to look into your eyes as I fuck you, Deepti."I was on my spinal column, my human knee bent and spread unfold. I held my arms out to him and he knelt between my leg and aimed his tough cock to my cunt, moving the head up and down until he found my hollow and pressed into me.

I gasped at his incursion. Opening my eyes to observe him supported above me on his arms, his hips smoothly and slowly pulling his cock back, then forward back in. I sighed and smiled up at him."Thank you."He looked at me questioningly."I have imagined you doing this for a piece since we started communicating. Now, I have you and you feel wonderful."

"You are an enchanting fair sex, my near. Your husband is a fool."

I wrapped my stage around his waist and pulled his cheek to mine and we kissed. I didn't want to opine about my husband. I only want these two men … and the dog.

My sexual climax hit me before he climaxed, but it seemed that my orgasm may cause stimulated his. My pussy clenched around his prick and he groaned, soon after he was shooting his cum into my body. He collapsed on top of me and I held him taut, feeling his cock movement inside me as the end of his semen leaked from his cock.

Before the last clock time at this place, Mr. Iyer had questioned me at length about the protection I might be using. He was concerned because we were a sexless marriage. He didn't want to infix Swapnil as a partner for me if there was a prospect of my getting pregnant. I had laughed. Although his family had blamed me for being unfertile, it was a relief to Prakash and it was at his insistence that I had my subway system tied to eliminate the possibility in the future. Once fully immersed in his fork living, the lastly affair he felt he needed was suddenly having a kinsfolk involved. Such was my existence.

The intellection of fertile semen swimming around in search of an egg gave me goosebumps but it wasn't to be and never would.

Swapnil had his own estimation of what he wanted to do. With my limited exposure to sex and perspective, he lay on his back. I looked down at him puzzled. He told me to range his organic structure and sit down on him, penetrating myself with his putz. I smiled at the opinion and did as he instructed. I sighed as his cock penetrated me and continued to sigh as I sat down completely.

"Oh, my God ! How wonderful !"

He laughed."Do you know Kama Sutra ?"I laughed. I was lucky to experience any sex."This is called, ‘ Tigress ’. It puts the charwoman in control."

I smiled as I raised up, then sank back down. Over and over. I loved this berth. Then, he added more,"There are many positions, Deepti. movement your understructure in strawman of you and incline back to me."I felt his hands hold my spinal column as I continued to rise and lower, this stead causing contact in new ways."Now turn around without losing my cock."I looked over my shoulder as if to gainsay the instruction, but I did as he directed. It was so unknown to feel him as I twisted around. Then he had me lean back as he held my mitt. Then he pulled my feet alongside his drumhead and I leaned back onto his pegleg. His putz pressed hard against my abdomen.

"These are all positions, Swapnil ?"I was gasping. The changing of military position worked to check the climax that was building.

"Variants of positions."He had me sitting facing him, leaning over his nerve."There are hundreds of positions and variations."

He thrust into me and I came, I exploded. I dropped my soundbox onto his and buried my face into his shirt. Just then, the commuter string blasted its horn and roared preceding us. That ignited a bit blowup inside me and my clenching cunt brought him to climax.

The gearing had passed with hardly another opinion. I was still on top of him. He didn't seem in a hurry to furcate and I certainly wasn't. I could feel his tool softening inside me, slowly shrinking back like a retreating snake.

I raised up and looked at him, then craned my head to gaze up at Mr. Iyer."Hundreds you say ?"

Mr. Iyer smiled down at us."Well, that is what Swapnil said. He knows better than me, certainly. But … I think a sex goddess should be well versed in many of those positions, don't you ?"I smiled up at him and nodded.

I looked down to Swapnil,"I think I would require a affected role instructor."He smiled back to me and pulled me into a kiss and long cuddle.

I felt movement and new sounds near. Without raising my head off Swapnil's pectus, I found Mr. Iyer's leg and feet and the gold fur of Sheru seating next to him. The smell of sex, even outside, must have been powerful because the tip of his tool was peeking from his sheath. I raised myself to sit on Swapnil's rose hip. His cock had fully shrunk and only the head of it was still in my cunt. As soon as I moved, though, it too slipped out. As it slipped from my seizing hole, I attempted to squeeze with the muscles, bringing a grinning from him.

I moved off Swapnil and sat on my dog in front of the dog and Mr. Iyer. I patted my thighs and Mr. Iyer released him to come to me. I buried his nous into my naked body, my arms around his neck opening as I petted and stroked his body, his tail wagging furiously in response. Swapnil was rising and pulling his slacks on. I patted the cover to induce Sheru get down on his side. I nuzzled his look, my hand moving over his belly. After the old experiences with the dogs, my natural process was much less tentative. My fingers quickly moved over the sheath, stroking the sides and holding it in my hand.

Without looking up,"You said your weenie had never experienced mating with former women, Sir ?"

"Correct, you are the first."I smiled. I remembered my sense of almost pridefulness at being their only human-bitch.

"So, you have never actually seen a woman with a dog ?"I looked up at him with the fingerbreadth of one hired hand stroking the sheath of his dog and the other fondling my own tit. My eyes felt glazed with renewed lust. He shook his head. I smiled and dropped my tending back to the dog.

My tongue found the tip of his exposed cock tip and I licked off the cliff of precum forming there. I put my lip over the tip and sucked more out and feeling the peter growing as I did it. I slid the peter into my mouth the inch or so until I felt the fir of his sheath. I pulled back and pushed down over it, over and over, taking more shaft in the process. When I was fulfill, I pulled my mouth off and gazed at the reddish cock. Without looking at either of the men and mumbling more than speechmaking, I confessed a new building desire.

"Someday, I will feel and taste man or dog-cum in my lip after bringing it to climax."

I didn't delay for a answer, it was my own new desire, not born from their desires. I moved to my helping hand and knees and patted my ass. Sheru jumped to his feet and sniffed my ass. He gave me a few cursory licks, then was quickly on my back, his hips thrusting at me. My hired man moved to assist him and even the look of the rooster sliding over my palm was thrilling. Like a Pavlovian induction, the feel on my palm triggered the expectation of insight and my physical and vocal music reaction. I would not give birth been surprised if my cunt didn't oscitancy unfold in the anticipation of the cock.

I gasped and moaned with the initial insight, then pressed back into him as he repositioned his grip around my waistline and get deeper into me. Then, as his frantic, a****listic mating behavior fully engaged, I heard the ecphonesis from both men as they watch the dog proceeds over the mating ritual. My head sagged on my shoulders. When my center slit open, I was again cognisant of how my bosom swung underneath me as the dog fiercely pounded my snatch with his dick. The emphatic and dominating fucking served to ignite the remaining growth required for his cock. I felt it originate inside me and felt the naut mi forming. At first, I felt something bigger pushing between my lips, then it was too expectant and was caught outside banging against my cunt. I pressed back at him as he pressed and forced his effort at me. The dog rooster is respectable for fucking. The knot is entirely different, hitting spots inside me that only it can with regularity. The knot was a wonderful part of fucking a dog and an experience I knew I could never tire of.

When his knot stretched me widely and finally pushed in, my idea and smoke were singularly focused on that accomplishment. The moment of accounting entry sent me into coming, an coming I was told had me shouting and screaming my chemical reaction, but it was drowned out by the qualifying of the next commuter train. I only became cognizant of the train as the finally cable car were passing. The sudden awareness was shocking and acute and resulted in another orgasmic peak crashing over me even before the previous one had ebbed.

Several days later, I was sitting on a bench in Sundar Nagar Garden next to the football field. I was watching the peer. A Young actor from the far position had just sent a recollective pass toward the strawman of the destination and his teammate soared into the air and executed a perfective tense header, sending the egg into the finish. I have long marveled at the physical attainment some multitude possess. Mr. Iyer was sitting next to me pretending to read a newsprint while Swapnil sat on a workbench across the walk looking at his smartphone.

Without looking up from the paper, he casually commented to me,"If I never saw you with the dogs again, Deepti, I would be eternally grateful for having witnessed it. The figure is one I could replay in my nous in fine point. But, I hope it is not the concluding time."

I glanced at him from the corner of my oculus."I hope not, too, Sir."

"Deepti, do you recognise what a subservient personality is ?"

"You have used the term before, Sir. I looked it up on the internet and did some enquiry. I think I understand."

"You understand the terminal figure ?"

I giggled nervously,"Yes, certainly, but I also understand why you have used it with me. I see now how my family had control over me and was able to dictate and manipulate my decisiveness and choices. I understand why my husband's kinsperson was will to settle on a missy from my background. I would be easily controlled and manipulated to serve the penury of my husband."

He was nodding, still seeming to be engrossed in some report in the paper."I am guessing that despite the treatment you receive from your husband and your growing craving for sexual gratification, you still maintain an neat and efficient home for him."I nodded."But, you don't spirit unhurt, fulfilled, do you, Deepti ?"I shook my header. My eyes moistened and I looked away from the equal, my eyes not focused on anything. He was good, I didn't feel any fulfillment in my living. And, if this was his way of letting me bed he couldn't continue to help me, I didn't know what I might do. His handwriting moved to my arm and gently touched it."Deepti, a submissive is fulfilled by pleasing and serving, but there is also a deep need to be respected and honored in the process. Without that, it might as well be a retainer's job."

I looked directly at him and he put the paper down on his lap."That is the way I feel. You understand, don't you ? You have for a recollective time."He nodded. I dropped my head and mumbled,"I don't know what to do. Are you telling me we are done ? Are you saying my duty is to my husband ? Are you saying this has been an challenging lark, but it can't continue ?"

I couldn't bear to depend at him in case his answer was the dreaded response I didn't want to hear. But, I heard his vocalism visible radiation, but firm, in restraint,"Are you dressed appropriately for our encounter ?"My eyes opened wide. I was wearing a saree with a top, but underneath I was not wearing a bra or panties or petticoat. I looked up smiling and nodded. I was also blushing, not because of the admission but because of the feelings of expectancy. I glanced at Swapnil and saw the kind, friendly, and caring smiling lighting up his face."I have no desire to end this, Deepti. Quite the contrary, in fact. I want to displace this relationship forward, but I think to move it forward would require some changes in your life."

"What kind of modification ?"

He turned on the bench to look directly at me."Big changes. You want to be free to see what is potential, don't you ? You are more than a bitch, Deepti. Recently, you have shown that you could also be a slut."My face showed my reaction."Do you doubt it ? I know your desire, craving for hot dog. It was the dogs that truly set you free. But, you have also shown you might crave the pleasures of men, as well, like a on-key slut. A submissive like you, Deepti, a bitch to click and a slut to men, would be fun to recreate with."

"What I now appear to be was with your counseling and aid, Sir."

He nodded."Yes, there was that. I confess my component in directing and manipulating your experiences all the way to sucking and fucking Swapnil before you eagerly did the like to both of us together."He chuckled."Then, as though we weren't enough for you, you wanted to be mounted by Sheru."I giggled shyly at the Holocene epoch retentiveness."Swapnil called you a sex goddess, remember ? I think with More steering and control he will be compensate, more so than he might give expected. Do you disagree, Deepti ?"

I shook my school principal."No, Sir. I mean, I don't know about the goddess part, but the idea he was expressing is exciting for me to imagine. But, it has been through your guidance …"I looked over to Swapnil …"and Swapnil's engagement, of course."

He smiled and nodded. Then, he became very serious and held my eyes with his."Deepti, do you need this to continue, even to turn ?"I nodded."Are you sure, Deepti ? To continue like this would get more restrictive and high-risk. It can be continued and grown but it would require the big changes I was referring to. To truly continue this satisfactorily we have to bring this out of the dark. You are a woman who needs strong control and direction."

"I'm not sure I understand."

He chuckled,"I know you don't. You are like a neophyte waiting to be groomed into being the loose woman and cunt you could be. That can't be done in a few 60 minutes at a meter, a few meter a week. It requires turning your aliveness over to it."

I looked up at him. I was stunned. When he said there would need to be changes, I never thought he meant change at that level. How could those alteration happen as a married woman afraid of what could happen ? Oh … my God ! Is he talking about leaving Prakash ?

"Sir, I can't leave …"

He put up his helping hand."I understand how important the perception of your wedding is for you and your mob. Though, I don't think that husband of yours deserves you. He is a fool to throw left you in this state that you should determine yourself."

I stood and faced him while keeping a tidy separation between us in case someone should notice us."I don't understand, Sir. What can you possibly do to make a difference of opinion beyond what we have been doing ?"

"result me this elementary dubiousness : Do you desire to be shown, led, instructed, guided, and freed to seek and discover experiences you have only imagined and then well beyond those ?"How would he do that ? How do I answer that ? How could I still be married and realize all that ? But, if I could … of course, I would desire that. What does that make me ? A jade, a bitch ? Yes, that's what it would make me. Isn't that what I have been moving toward with his guidance, already ? Of course !

"Yes … I would require that, but how ?"

"Deepti, there is a saying : To subsist fully you have to experiment ; to deliver the ability to experiment, you have to have sureness ; to have confidence, you have to be secure ; to be fasten, you have to trust."He looked into my eyes deeper."I have asked you before if you trusted me and you always said, yes. This time it is a much bigger question, isn't it ? Do you trust me this much, Deepti ? Do you trust me to not only to free you up to see more of this while maintaining your marriage but do you trust me to control what you experience ? I am not offering you a love relationship, Deepti, this will be directing you into experiences."

"Yes, Sir. I do trust you with my being. However you think you can manage all this, yes, I trust you to do it. It excites me, Sir. I have become wicked in my desires, I need your guidance."

"Good, excellent. I am excited, too, as I am sure is Swapnil."He chuckled and glanced to his assistant who smiled. Keep that headphone nearby. In the next day or two, I will send for for a group meeting for it all to be explained."

"Yes, Sir."I was almost giddy, which on its side seemed strange. I was almost giddy to truly become a submissive, controlled cleaning lady directed to increasing sexual experiences. But, I very definitely was.

He turned to allow, his eyes showing that he wanted to give me a parting kiss. After only a few steps, I saw Swapnil say something to Mr. Iyer and he turned around."Deepti, when I call for you, don't forget to dress appropriately."

I smile … and blushed. I call after him with excitement,"Yes, Sir."

THE END