PROLOGUE

This is the storey of a mature woman, Deepti Sinha. She lives in the slap-up metropolitan area of Mumbai, India. She comes from a conservativist Red Indian family and married to a put out businessman through an arranged man and wife, still a common custom in India and former rural area in the area. She is a good woman, a safe wife, and has made it her goal to create an surround of peace and comfort for her married man. It has been a task that she was predisposed to perform even if the effort seemed under-appreciated.

Deepti is a subservient in personality and nature. The only when problem is that she is still incognizant of that and wouldn't know what that is or means if she was aware. All she knows is that her function is to please and serve up her husband in much the Lapplander way she did when she lived with her parents and phratry before her arranged marriage. Her instinctive impetus to delight was of primary grandness to the man's family in orderliness that he be freed to business organisation himself only with his rising life history in line of work. They believed he was a man destined to bring home the bacon and bring cite to the family.

Deepti was a virgin at marriage and understood little of the sexual world or its electric potential. As it turned out, her husband, Prakash, had as little interest in sexual relations as she had knowledge of it. Unfortunately for Deepti, though, the consummation of their wedding and the early days to take after opened something within her that remained frustratingly unfulfilled by an neglectful husband interested more in his job efforts and vice, gambling and drinking, than the substantial appeal of his wife. And, despite her insidious hints and flirtations, he remained consumed by other matter. Being submissive, however, she found it difficult, if not impossible, to evince her interest in exploring sex with him.

After 15 years of a c***dless and sexually frustrate marriage, she began to mull, fantasize, 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 unmanageable to control.

Hidden deep inside Deepti was a desire and pauperism to satisfy and be satisfied in simple style initially, but in not so unproblematic way of life, eventually. But finding the way to fulfil and be satisfied seem impossible to her. unimaginable until her populace was opened up before her in a very unexpected way.

CHAPTER TWO

For two days, I lived a daily life of self-recrimination and abomination. For once, I was grateful that Prakash ignored me so I wouldn't have to make everything was okay. When you don't interact except for the stark of communicating telephone exchange, the case you put on is of slight significance.

A dog. I let a dog lick my body. I was bad than a whore, a tramp, a kasabi. How could I have done that ? What was wrongly with me ?

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

Then, it started slowly, almost imperceptibly in my psyche. The remembering crept into my consciousness 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 mind was confused, befuddled, foggy in the orgasmic state of matter of release. It really wasn't my fault. I wasn't to blame. I didn't do anything …

Then, after yet another day, I recognized my continued need, craving for sexual release. That hadn't changed, it still existed. That wasn't my break or my doing, either. That was Prakash's faulting for ignoring me, for thinking and caring for his line of work concerns 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 stimulation for release.

When, on another day, the pauperization and cravings were as secure as ever, I again succumbed. After seeing Prakash off to puzzle out, I returned to the bedroom and undressed completely. I stood in front of the mirror for only a bit, nodded to my reflection, and walked deliberately to the livelihood room window where I stood for five arcminute. I set the timekeeper because I was shaking terribly and knew I would end it too soon. When the timer on my phone buzzed, I ran into the bedroom, retrieved my dildo and turned it on to a moderate vibration. I stroked the psyche over my clit and instantly shuddered in reply. It seemed like so long since I had stimulated myself. I needed spill so desperately. I jammed the dildo into my cunt, 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 yap, I turned the nob up to the upper limit. I used both hands, one to throw the hard safety vibrating member in and out while the other alternated between my overgorge button and each of my pinchable nipples. My orgasm broke over me with a thunderous cry erupting deep inside me. My hired hand only paused, though, as my consistency shook. I never even took the buzzing dildo from my puss, only waiting for some intensity level and awareness to return to me. Then, my helping hand resumed. This time I left the dildo to vibrate as my fingers tortured my throbbing clit and I twisted and pinched my pap. I cried out in pain and erotic shiver as my body rose to an even heavy orgasm. I scream my release as my legs and arms shivered.

When I partially recovered, I removed the still vibrating toy from my cunt and I listened carefully to any phone in the flat above or below. I wasn't indisputable if anyone might be able to learn the scream or not, but a story was easy to concoct. A simple fall while rearranging the ledge in the bedroom closet.

As I stood in the bedchamber, I saw my mirror image in the mirror. I walked directly in straw man of it and gazed at my reflection, again. Critically, this time, like a week ago. I separated my thighs and looked. Not only could I see the lips of my twat between my wooden leg, but they and the insides of my thigh were wet with my cum and juices. I have heard of charwoman who squirt, but I don't think I am not one of them. But, I do leak my succus generously and that is seeable now. My mamilla are more pronounced than before, the stimulation having extended them even more. I use my finger's breadth and squeeze them, pinch them, and twist them. It hurts, but I watch my facial reaction as I do it, then I check out the nipples. They throb from the ill-usage and they stand out even further.

I look at my body, my eubstance's reaction, and my mind 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, tits, tit, and cunt. I look up into my own eyes and that is where I see it, the truth, the validation, and the finding. I want it. I need it. I crave it. I want more of what I started. And, in that consequence of inspection, of introspection, I know I am going to go back to the Park. The dog's natural language felt heavenly. It felt wonderful. I am going back to the Park and I will masturbate outside, again. But … if that dog returns …

Despite my determination, I am still working up the nerve to venture back to the Mungo Park. I think I have erased the shame of the dog licking me. That recrimination was pensive of my kinsperson, Prakash, and what they would have got heaped onto me should such an experience be witnessed and reported. I feel the exhilaration of the jeopardy, again. The thrill of exposure and the risk it represents renew me and goads me. My session of masturbation in the flat get more frequent and intense. I have used a lot of look-alike and fantasies but none have produced such intense excitement, stimulant, and raw handout as now. Now, all my mind can see while the dildo or my digit work at my pussy is the dog licking at my wet and gaping cunt. These image, though, don't stop so quickly as it occurred in reality before. These look-alike are of the dog lapping at my drooling cunt as I lay spread before him, my finger's breadth abusing my tit until he and I bring me to a resplendent climax that is replicated on my bed with the dildo. Any longer, those images, those view, have become the craving. It seems completely reckless, not careful, at all. But, I know it is now inevitable.

When I return to the commons, I am telling myself I don't believe the dog, any dog, could even be there in that patch. I kept telling myself it would birth to be a conjunction of epic poem dimension for that dog to be in the Same shoes and same time as me. I am trying to restrain myself from a huge disappointment, but inwardly I am still hoping to experience that event, again. I rationalize that it might take various visits.

And, I am correct. I return to the green and my placement. I scan around the orbit and I am virtually alone. I still hear sounds of people and k**s in the distance, but I am alone in my shroud position. I push my blue jean and pantie down to my ankles to allow even better exposure of my branch and I settle down in the wild pasturage. I start urgently with my finger, but then choose a deep breath to calm myself. There is no want for rushing through this. The want of the dog is only one constituent of the experience. I can still be in nature. Where I lie, I look up to the sky. The removed strait of people, the strait of birds and the urban center much further in the distance is both calming and titillating. The audio of nature are refreshing and calming ; the auditory sensation of city life sentence and citizenry are stimulating, reminding of what I am doing and where I am doing it.

I reach to the English for my belittled knapsack and take out the dildo, turning it onto a low scene. I place the end of it directly on my clit, rotating it over and around the nub. A farsighted shiver runs through my body. I hear rustling in the brush or Tree somewhere. I can't help myself. I awkwardly kneel, the dildo protruding from my cunt. I slowly call forth my mind to scan around. I see nix, but I was indisputable I heard something and the something was big. I kneel as straight as I can, rising as far as I can without standing. I still don't see anything. Then, it happens, again. A great crash through farewell. I almost cry out, but I can't. My dungaree are around my articulatio talocruralis, I can't move, much LE escape. When I hear it the next time, I am prepared and my ears trace the sound. It isn't on the ground but up in the air, which means it must be in the trees around me. Then, a boastfully hawk bursts out of a tree about 15 animal 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 terra firma in relief and, in the appendage, drive the dildo, still in my cunt, deeper into me. This clip I do cry out in daze and stimulation. The vibrating promontory was jammed against my cervix and the full toy is nearly jammed inside me but for the base. The sense impression is beyond anything I have experienced with the device, the buzzing inside me directly on my inner opening to my womb. I shake, my subdivision limp as my ass is firmly on the ground holding the head thick inside me. I climax hard and evenfall to my rachis, my eyes clenched tightly shut, not a audio penetrating from the outside ; the just sound is the pounding kick of my heartbeat in my ears.

It takes quite a while for my consistency to recuperate. Or, maybe I just allowed a prospicient meter to regain, enjoying the surrounding sounds of nature to slowly return and wrap me as I gazed back up at the blue sky and the sounds of the city again return to me. I am partially naked outdoors and I have just had a splendid orgasm that took my intimation away.

As I casually walk downhill to the way, I am distracted by the opinion still fresh in my nous, even my body. It isn't until I hear a bark that I look up. There coming over another ridge behind the fix I had been was a dog bounding playfully. I stopped to watch, rum if it is the Lapp 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 solid ground, picking it up and running back over the rooftree. Playing ? That would think of it was with someone. It hits me that the former clip I had the thought the dog looked like a pet, not a stray. It was well cared for and had a leash. I saw nobody that meter and didn't this meter, either. But, there could make been mortal just over the ridge, like the dog seemed to be responding to now.

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

It becomes consuming, again. I not only masturbate to the thought of the dog, but I stand in front of the mirror, my ramification spread as I run my finger over my slit lips where the dog had licked. It is a poor substitute using my finger's breadth, but I imagine them being the tongue of the dog. I rub harder, printing press on my clit, slipping one and two fingers inside. As my soundbox moves closer to an orgasm, I look from my fingers on my cunt to my brass and eyes. I watch as my eyes slowly crushed to slits, then open wider and cast back so I see naught as the orgasm takes detainment of me.

I moved quickly to the living room window and brazenly stood almost against the glass as if I wanted the stallion earth to see how aroused my body looked. I was so turned on that my hands rose to remove keep of my breast, fondling them and pinching my nipples. As my turmoil began to rise, renewed, one hired man slid down my abdomen and between my legs. I was lazily stroking my snatch and clit when my eyes focused on the Sanjay Gandhi subject Park in the distance. Somewhere in that parking area, a dog might be roaming around. He may be brought to the parkland by someone, but he has some freedom of movement. Whoever is with him doesn't seem to bide so come together that either of the times I have seen the dog have I seen a somebody. Of course of instruction, the succeeding time might be different. It was another hazard. But, trying to meet up with one of the roll dogs that run wild throughout the city and region would be a far bigger risk. They are wild and brazen and unpredictable, even dangerous. Not only would there be the Sami risk of being seen with it, but many are said to transmit madness and early diseases. It is rumored that some are even turning a bluish colouring material from toxins they have come into contact with.

I returned to the Park even more committed. As I began my mount up the slope from the path, I saw a dog, maybe the same dog by the appearance, sitting at the ridgeline a little further past my concealing smear. As I climbed up to the same location I had used past multiplication, it's impossible to find out my footing and the dog. When I stopped to attend, the dog was gone. When I reach my smirch 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 tractability and peril by removing my shoes, blue jean, and panties completely. I was standing in my brood location, peeking through the leg and over them, looking down at the path below and the surrounding expanse around me. Seeing nothing that raised any care, and no dog, I unsnapped my jeans and lowered the zip fastener. I pried off my place and, with a final 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 jean and step-in were bound up around my ankle. I bent over to drive voiceless to get them over my invertebrate foot when I should have sat down and pulled the ending of the jean legs over my invertebrate foot. Instead, I am doubled over, my ass sticking up with my hands at my articulatio talocruralis and understructure working at the cloth bundled in an unyielding mess.

When I felt something wet slide over my ass, my psyche attempted to switch from the problem of my clothes to the touch sensation behind me. The second swipe of wetness caught me between my second joint and covered the distance of my cunt. My head reacted in surprisal, fear, and joy all at the same twinkling. I thought I was alone. I even looked specifically for the dog. Suddenly, as if he were a ghostwriter that didn't make any auditory sensation, he was licking my ass and pussy. I stumbled forward, falling and landing on the land, rolling onto my back.

I looked down along my physical structure to see the dog sitting at my tangled feet. Again, it seemed like the same dog with the same well cared for and well-trained demeanor. I could see a decoration hanging from the 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 area, again. If this was a pet, its owner might be nearby. Or, perhaps the owner brought the dog out here to run and furrow coney and such and was trained well enough for it to return on its own. The rules explicitly required all hotdog to be on a terzetto, but that was only a ruler and the great unwashed flaunted convention all the time.

I was leaning forward to peer through some branch when the dog did it, again. His wet snout bumped into my spread thighs and the flavour, more than than the excrescence, caused me to fall forward, again. This meter I fell through some leg and the auditory sensation was plain. That, of course, meant I had to run down around the area all over, again.

When I settled back down on my rear, I watched the dog as he watched me. My eyes drifted down his body and he was very definitely a ‘ he ’. Underneath his paunch was a large sheath with a cherry tip poking out. The color was only the number one affair that seemed different about it. My but experience with rooster was Prakash and that narrow experience and previous curiosity became evident here. I didn't know the dog's cock would be unlike, but it was.

His prick, though, wasn't what I was interested in except for the gratification that the dog was a Male. Somehow, it seemed significant for the dog to be manly if it licked my snatch. It would be later before that thought would seem meaning to me. Why would my slit being licked by a distaff dog or human be dissimilar ?

I had my opportunity in front of me, sitting quietly, patiently. And, there I was, my jeans and panties down at my ankles, 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 denim from my ft, then the panties. I piled them side by side to my brake shoe and dab my thigh as the only way I could think of to pull in the dog. I added,"here, boy ”, and to my keep surprise and delight, the dog moved forward. If I was going to let this dog get personal with me, I wanted to get to know him just a little, 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 lion or Panthera tigris and given my circumstance, the name fit with the danger I was feeling.

I poked my head up and looked around, once more. It wasn't that I heard anything causing alarum or concerned, it was just nervousness. I was about to do what I had dreamed about since the last chilling encounter.

With my hands on the side of his head teacher,"Sheru, I want to be your exceptional protagonist and I want you to do something very particular for me. I am sure, or at least I think I am sure, you haven't ever done anything like this, but …"

I shook my head and looked into the eyes of the dog."What in the human beings 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 natural language came out quickly and licked my face from my Kuki-Chin, over my brim, and to my nose. I giggled. Maybe he understood more than I gave him credit for. I took a deep breath and lay back to the ground. He was between my legs and I spread them further. This was unusual for me, too. I had never had anyone, or thing, lick or kiss me there. He and I were both going to be discovering things here. I took another deep breath, wanting very much to do this, but at the Saame time not believing I was about to do this.

On my back with my legs wide open, I closed my eyes, and silently prayed I would not be attacked or mauled in the process of whatever happened future. I lifted my stifle and distribute 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 head and looked at the dog. His hooter was sniffing and I knew he was picking up my aroma. As his straits lowered toward my private parts, I sucked in a lung-full of air. I held my breath in anticipation. My chief still up, I watched with excitement and mental rejection. His snout was right there. I felt the air he expelled from his nose over my cunt lip. It sent a chill through my body despite the heat of the day. I put my head back and moaned at the whizz, but when his lingua came out and licked the entire distance of my cunt, I groaned and moaned over and over as his glossa greedily lapped at my sex, which I was certain was leaking fluids and providing him with more bonus for licking.

I was quickly beside myself with the wizard and emotions crashing through me. I was outside ; I was being licked by a dog ; I was nearly naked outside ; my naked and exposed sex was spread out ; I could hear the aeroplane above, see the airplane ; I could hear the birds nearby, the faint hum of traffic on the superhighway near the green ; I was outside. My body was rising to an climax ! Outside ! By a dog ! A dog was the first male of any kind 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 of drawers, pushing my genu to the incline, completely and vulgarly exposing my slit to the hungry natural language of the dog. I never felt so wanton, 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 height. I felt like I might break loose from my twat outward. I clawed at my tee-shirt and bra, my fingers struggling to get underneath to mash my mammilla, to pinch them, and to twist them. The pain was delicious and added to the rising sensations from the clapper, that wonderful tongue. Then, it happened. My wooden leg started shaking and flexing like wings of a struggling grounded bird. When my sexual climax crashed over me, I thrust my pelvic arch into the air as if that action might somehow create a more acute contact 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 blue jean and shoes. I quickly got dressed, tying my horseshoe before fully pulling my dungaree up. I stood and looked around nervously as I fastened the centering and zipper. I smoothed my hair and brushed the grass, leaves, and dirt from my dress as safe I could. I looked around again, then exited my daub, worried that someone might take heard the cry and amount to investigate.

Not seeing anyone coming, I took several deep breaths to calm myself as I descended to the path. Then, a tin whistle, a loud and demanding pennywhistle, carried through the air and the dog, Sheru, went bounding eminent up the pitcher's mound. Oh, no … the dog did come with somebody !

CHAPTER THREE :

Again, the after-experience of what happened in the Park consumes my creation in several ways. Not the least is the overwhelming sensory core that exceeded anything my imagination could predict. But, close behind those emotions was the chilling cognisance that the dog was not there alone, that his owner had been nearby.

In abruptly, the experience was EVERYTHING I could cause hoped for at the metre ! I achieved a mind-shattering, body-shaking orgasm that wasn't self-induced. In fact, it was the best, about acute, bedaze, and consuming coming of my life. And, something I had never experienced, I was the sole care of a male while having any chassis of sex. The dog … a dog ! … was the first male to fully centre his efforts on giving me sexual pleasure. Whether, in reality, the dog was really focused on an travail of giving me an climax or merely enjoying the odour and leakage coming from my cunt, the result was the Lapplander. The dog gave to me without the condition that I was expected to give to him in any way or form. My whole experience previously had been the dutiful effort of marriage for the production of a family. The estimation of sex merely for its own pleasure, sharing, joy, and devotion had been unidentified. 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 immediate response. There could be minuscule dubiousness that the whistling was intended for Sheru. The issue, though, was that the somebody behind the whistle appeared to allow the dog significant freedom to wander on his own. The hazard of others in the park finding me during any such activity was suddenly minimized by the dubiousness of the individual who was calling the dog.

I was a woman on fire, though. That imaginativeness and memory consumed not only every time I masturbated but became increasingly unmanageable to debate any former course of action in my new twistedly erotic considerateness. I became slightly abusive of my own organic structure. Standing before the mirror, it was as if my musing was taunting me to action as I twisted, pinched, and pulled my nipples. I did the same to my clit, those nubs throbbing from the aggressive attention I gave them while my heart focused on the action, my heart seeking the heart of the woman in the mirror as if I was beseeching her to stop. But, it continued and grew in very minuscule gradation. I attached clothespins to my nipples as I shoved the dildo into my cunt. Who knew pain could be so enticing, erotic.

There was nothing to do, I realized, but to receive more and I found the increased risk of vulnerability, 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 before running away from me. It sent iciness down me that day when I questioned if the dog's possessor was keeping it from coming to me. Did the owner know I was there or was it merely a conjunction of timing ? And, if it was timing, then the dog might occur 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 needy of release and experience. It was seeming like a spiral of pauperization and craving, the end of which I didn't understand.

This took postponement in my psyche increasingly. What could I do to experience new chemical element of risk 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 flat without underwear on. That was thrilling at the meter, but in consideration of what I had done in the Park, it was very safe. I considered how I could externalize that type of experience to another storey. I came up with wearing one of my sari with only a top. I had respective that were semi-sheer and others that were solid. As I considered the idea, I wondered if a semi-sheer was too much of a jeopardy. Of course, putting alive thought into the idea had the predictable effect of pushing me in that direction.

I went outside wearing a saree and focused on where I might take the air, sit, passing game shops, etc. I watched myself in windows of shops and any mirror I might chance inner shops. Wearing a saree in Republic of India is common and natural. There is no more thought to it than wearing a garb in westerly country. A sari, though, is not anything like a dress.

The sari is essentially wrapping a length of fabric around your dead body. Normally, the wrap is over a form-fitting top, which is over a bra. Below, a petticoat over panty is worn. In a rule application, wearing both top and petticoat, you hold the sari inner end with the left wing hired man, making sure the bottom is at floor level, tucking the top border into the petticoat. The saree is passed around the front while maintaining the Saami height to the floor. Keeping the top edge layer, tucking a little into the petticoat to retain the saree firmly in place. Pleats are formed by folding from the rightfulness and tucking the edge. Tucking the pleats into the half-slip, the pleats should fall straight. Then, bringing around the saree, holding it to the right and passing it to the left, arranging the border evenly. Then d**** it over your left shoulder allowing the end opus to diminish casually.

It is often, if not generally, worn with a bare mid-drift. I studied it in the mirror. The way it is worn and bent, it must be worn with a top because of how it hangs and d****s. Below, however, from the waist down, the body is covered, with or without a petticoat. I was curious, though, about wind. I retrieved a story fan and arranged it near the mirror. I took the saree off and removed the petticoat. How do I do the tucks without a petticoat ? Perhaps by just using a thin whang ? I put a thin belted ammunition at my rosehip, then put the sari back on. It takes various minutes and I was careful to make the tucks secure each metre. Having tucks sacrifice way without a petticoat would be most obstruct. Once completed, I turned the fan on at a low hurrying to essay a convention wind speed in the streets due to wrap and hand truck and gondola. As I turned, it was potential for the folds to rise up up when the air caught it just right. I found, though, that for my ass to fully exhibit, I needed to take the fold by hand and pull it across the back of my legs. It was an expatiate effort, but it was possible to do and it involved several risks depending on the rapier, the security department of the rap, the malarky, and the material.

I knew where this was going, too. The peril were all manageable and that was becoming unacceptable. I needed the element of risk. I needed the element of not having everything within my ascendence. I elected to use a semi-transparent saree textile. Normally, it is worn over an elaborate top or style bra along with a patterned petticoat since some of it might be visible. The sheer sarees are very much worn with style tops and bottoms.

I tried on a semi-sheer saree but selected one that was heavily patterned and less sheer as a result. The eye would be caught by the overlapping patterns and substantial layers.

I knew where I wanted to walk. It was very inhabit with old and young and quite a busy. It would be perfect. I live in the Sunder Nagar territory which is bordered by New Link road to the Mae West and Swami Vivekanand Road to the east and Goregaon - Mulund Link road to the south. Between these is a district known for educational institutes including shoal and colleges.

Sunder Nagar is mostly Hindoo ( 75 % ) and the rest is mainly Muslim. There are bakeries and other shops in the region. I intend to pore my walk of life along Sunder Nagar route past many shop, a school, and several colleges with my finish being the Sunder Nagar Garden. This is a large green blank with body process for all ages. A playground for Loretta Young c***dren and families and football game, cricket, and badminton yard for teenager and young men ( mostly ). There is a walking track of 600 meters.

When I exited the building, I was immediately hit with the belief of exposure. Whether or not I was mattered little. The the great unwashed who looked my way as I merged onto the paseo I was convinced were seeing through my sari below my shank. The further I walked, the more well-off I started becoming as I found the people coming toward me were not staring transfixed at my inguen. But, the people behind me became my concern. I noticed that even I tended to notice the rear of people because your pick are restricted when surrounded by others.

I moved off the side and stopped. I quickly turned to look into masses's faces but did not find evidence of anyone smirking or staring at me.

I walked the full Sunder Nagar Garden grounds and spent most of my time away from the menage expanse, just in case. There was a chemical group of young men playing football and others standing along the face watching. I surveyed the area and select a post away from the activity but near enough to be watching. I looked around to settle where people were, then reached behind and pulled the sari fold across the back of my wooden leg to uncover my ass and stage. I felt the air relocation over my bare skin and it felt so disgustful. It was what I felt at Sanjay Gandhi Park, but this was a populated, officious surface area. I quickly dropped the crease back in place, fussing with it to be sure it had fallen completely.

I was literally dripping when I returned to the apartment. 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 often and go on for so foresighted that I was running out of time for having dinner ready when Prakash returned from piece of work. He was meticulous in his timing, always where he intended to be when he intended to be there. He insisted his life run a set and predetermined course of action and schedule. To him it was everything. I was realizing how stifling it was for me. I was feeling more and more stifled by this life and existence. I had this personal outlook to assist, but there was less and less to give. My life was becoming an interminable repetition of mundane tariff. The only matter he wished from me was cook, clean, and furnish a restive surround 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 biography. It was the life story I was given to feature, to serve my married man. If I somehow managed to find other delight, no topic how thrilling and engaging they might be, I had minuscule real choice in life story than the state of affairs I had.

I went back to searching the internet. I was intrigued by what I saw of the dog. A ruddy putz with a pointy tip ? I thought a prick was a cock. This wasn't.

I was shocked by what I found on the internet. I searched for info on dog turncock and found plenty of that. I found scientific information about the averages of peter based on breed and size and similar information about human males that included comparability 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 Park, the shape and purpose of dog cock were very dissimilar. Not the least of the remainder was a bulbous organization at the base of the pecker that was standardized to a ball. I was intrigued that it was an evolutionary effort to meliorate insemination of the distaff dog by locking the two together when the gnarl had swelled inside the female.

I sat back and looked at the pictures of the dog cock, my focal point continually diverted to the knot. I wondered if that air mile wasn't painful. My curiosity led to a alteration of the hunting. I was curious if there was anything showing frankfurter fucking and possibly with a human woman. I don't get laid how I could be surprised by anything I found on the internet, anymore. There were varlet of lookup results. I found pictures of women penetrated by pawl, their puss distended by the knot inside. I went to retrieve my dildo, turning it to a in high spirits setting, and inserting it into my own cunt before continuing my inspection on the computer.

My adjacent venture of ‘ research'turned to videos. The ass of dogs was unbalanced and frantic. Many seemed to necessitate some help at some period as the dog seemed to cause a hard metre penetrating the cleaning lady and staying on her. I went back to search for that query. I found that dog initiated penetration with little or no exposure of their dick from the sheath. most of their erecting normally occurred during penetration and early fucking. Then, the greyback eventually formed with increased ancestry flow and they were locked together before his climax.

The most intriguing picture and television to me were the I capturing the knot inside the cleaning lady's cunt, then the gaping muddle in her after the dog finally pulled out. The TV showing the volume of cum streaming out was surprising. I happened on a intertwine video recording of the slub coming out and cum streaming out with it. I let it loop repeatedly as I assisted the dildo with my digit, climaxing myself with a shattering orgasm in front of the laptop.

I quickly looked at the clock on the lower right of the screen, then relaxed as I found raft of time. I walked to the vauntingly window and stood before it, my finger's breadth casually exploring my wet and very elastic puss sassing and orifice after the Nice orgasm. I squeezed my nipples with the other bridge player as my eyes rose to the Sanjay Gandhi National Park in the space. 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 Saami experience, even with the recognition of the danger that there was an proprietor in the domain somewhere. Now, though, the craving had morphed into something much more, more involved, more salacious, more brutish, and more dangerous. Being seen masturbating would be bad. Being seen licked by a dog would be big. But, being seen fucked by a dog ? Yet, each pace in my imagining sent my heart racing, my breathing spell was taken away, and my cunt dripping.

Could I allow myself to be fucked by the dog ? His cock tip was showing. He must make had some acknowledgment of the position and potential, even if he hadn't been with a char, the odour was there and he would key on that. Perhaps, if I avoided the knot, it could be managed. If I could avoid being tied to the dog, it could be like being licked. Then, the risk wouldn't be any greater.

As I stood before the gravid window, my finger idly touching my nipples and bitch sass, I thought about the moving-picture show and videos I had seen on the calculator sieve. The air mile seemed so expectant compared to the peter, how did they infiltrate ? But, if they can contend it to a dog bitch, it can certainly fall out to a woman. That was obvious based on the videos and motion picture. Could I do this new thing ? It's one thing to fuck off and it's another to let a dog lick you. What about letting a dog riding horse you, love you ? Could I do that ? Could I do that out there, in the undecided, almost ?

Again, I really didn't interrogation where my resolution would guide me. It was almost like I was on some kind of path that I didn't know where it would conduce, but I knew I couldn't get off, either, even if I wanted to get off. And, I wasn't sure I would need 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 times, it was almost like I didn't care what might happen to me, but it did topic and I did care. I had to give care. I would have nothing if …

I ambled along the way and fictive interest in the sights to allow the other people who had been surrounding me to move ahead and around the bend dexter in the course. This seemed to be an remarkably busy day in the Park. I hadn't noticed anything special about the day, but something must be bringing the crew out. Maybe, it might just birth been the beautiful day. A storm had gone through the Nox before leaving percipient skies and air that seemed somehow refreshing, which isn't normal for a city with this many masses, traffic, and industry.

When I decided it was secure to move off the path and not take up care, I started up the slope, scanning the hillside in battlefront of me and above as I picked my footing. I was thinking this might not be a day when the dog was here when I suddenly heard a playful barque ahead and to my left hand. It was a single sound that seemed more like a greeting than a serial of barks indicating a playful practice. 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 ball or mystify thrown, but it seemed to head in the ecumenical direction of the location of our previous meetings.

I wasn't trusted if that was noetic, but I hurried my pace while I scanned around me with particular attention to the area the dog had come from, half expecting to find a human following at a aloofness in search of his pet.

I stood just outside the cluster of coppice and low trees that created my protected quad. I continued to run down above and below for anyone else walking off the path. As I was, the dog ambled to me, stopping 20 pes in battlefront 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 look closely at his medallion gently swaying beneath his neckband, the reflection of sunlight glinting off the sheeny metallic element. I found myself relieved it was the same dog and neural at the Same time. The fill-in came from a feeling of great intimacy. The nervousness came from a good sense of pushing my luck with take over showdown with the same a****l that had to be in the parking area with an owner who had to be somewhere in the universal country. Even if this proprietor was trusting and broad enough to allow the dog considerable free-rein to wander and trail, which time would he happen upon to follow close by ?

I pushed that thought aside, however. These confrontation with the dog had become something I could no longer logically excuse or apologise. I felt as though my life had changed into a mundane, routine, and rote existence that had no former meaning then filling the time space between the experiences I devised for myself, experiences that had an increased endangerment but also reward. My dull and ordinary bicycle liveliness seemed to be now careening down a good deal road of acute curve ball and switchbacks while my bracken were slowly leaking fluid and the ability to control my ancestry. As frightening as the risk was, the feeling of exhilaration and being alive was greater.

When I moved into the midst of the growth, Sheru followed behind me. I knelt in forepart of him and he licked my case playfully. I giggled at the feeling of him covering my look. The feel coming over me wasn't that of a playful pet giving salt lick but of a male kissing me. It was in my head and I knew that, but it had been so yearn since I had received eager aid my mind made the jump of acceptance immediately.

Without any more business concern about my environment or the act I was about to undertake to execute, I reached under the dog and stroked his belly. When I touched his sheath, which was my finish, I think I flinched as a great deal as the dog did. He stood briefly but sat back in the Saame spot he had been, apparently willing to accept these feeler from me. Then, I thought maybe I could realise my purpose a little more obvious even to a dog. I sat back, removed my shoe and socks, then stood and pushed my jean and panty off my hips and down my legs. He sniffed at me when I stood in front of him. When I spread my leg, his snoot moved between my thigh sniffing before his glossa shot out and licked me, again. I shivered from the touch. The skin senses I had one time considered so outrageous and decadent was now only a prelim for much more.

I knelt side by side to him, my paw returning to his belly. When my fingers again found his sheath, his head moved to me, his tongue lapping at my grimace. I giggled. Not only did I happen upon a leave Male, but one that was appreciative. While he licked my cheek, I stroked his case and felt his cock coming out. This was new for me. Prakash didn't give the opportunity or show desire for playfulness during the limited sex we had. As my fingers stroked his bare, exposed rooster, the dog flinched and whined. I remembered something I read on-line. Any putz protected in a sheath is quite sensitive when exposed. I brought my hand up to my face and licked it liberally, then let the dog lick it, and I returned to touching his give away cock. I could feel a fluid coming from the tip and smeared it over my finger's breadth. I moved the dog to the land so I could see what I was doing to him and what effect I was having. I was surprised to see how much turncock was now exposed. I could also see more fluent forming at the tip of his cock. The more I smeared over my finger's breadth and transferred to his cock, the more fluid formed. It was truly an occupy organ for my inexperienced judgment to lay eyes on. A constrict tip that grew thicker and narrowing slightly toward the sheath.

With him on the ground, I moved to his beak, my knees positioned on either side of meat of it. He was immediately aware and reached forward to lap at my drooling bitch. Cunt. Using that words before was so al-Qa'ida and effete. Now, a dog lapping at it after I had been fingering his cock, snatch seemed to be the perfect word for it, maybe for me, especially if I continued along the counseling I was headed.

I looked down at him, then listened intently around me. I rose as high as I could while remaining on my knees. 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 helping hand and articulatio genus like I had seen on the internet. The dog came up behind me, licked at my cunt and ass several clip, then he seemed to guide over. He jumped onto my back, his front line leg going around my waist. The tone of fur on my abject back was sensuous. The beginning stab of his cock at my butt woke me up and reminded me of how wrong and right this was. A dog was on my back and he was probing with his cock to chance my cunt orifice. He probed and probed. His prick was striking my butt cheeks and around my twat. The pointy, bony cock hurt after a few stabs. He released me and I felt as frustrated as he sounded as he walked around me before he remounted me. This time I tried something dissimilar. He was extended out of his case. I watched with enthrallment as his extended tool bobbed beneath him as he walked around me. All he needed was to fathom me, then I was certain we would be good.

I reached back, first around my hip but that was too awkward. I shifted my hand between my thigh, felt his cock stabbing at me, felt it coup d'oeil off my ribbon and hit me near my snatch. I shifted my script up slightly and the next stabbing slid over my medallion and into my opening. I pressed back against him and he used his breast legs to deplume me back and himself forward, driving his cock deep into me. I reached back to hold his hind leg, just for a moment, in case.

It was delirious ! A hammer ! I had a cock inside me, again ! It felt wondrous and amazing and perfect and decadent. I felt everything he did to me. He relaxed his face peg slightly, moved forward and took me firmly with his legs, again. His fucking was like zero I had experience. True, my experience was fringy, but zip I imagined prepared me for the onslaught of fucking I received. I gasped and moaned in a continuous chorus of muted sound, barely maintaining some cognizance of my surroundings and circumstance.

I felt something banging against my cunt on the outside, pressing against my lip and curtain raising, pressing and stretching my opening. For import, I was too consumed by the experience to tie in what was happening. When it did, I tried pulling away from the a****l, fearing the knot entering me, but his wooden leg around my waist held me in place. I was just a cunt to him at this point. He was mating and his instinct was to knot me. The more I squirmed and moved, the more movement there was of his shaft inside me. He was stabbing me, rubbing along my cunt walls, penetrating me deeper than I had been fucked before by my husband. My body reacted the solitary way it could with all the stimulation, a****listic nature of the act, and my psyche's overdrive of conflicting spirit. I orgasmed !

One import my integral body burst into cloud nine, fervour, and ecstasy. The future moment that testicle of flesh on the base of Sheru's peter was inside my cunt. My orgasm must have loosened my opening, eliminated just enough resistance. His pecker drove suddenly bass inside me. The gnarl felt monolithic inside me, filling me more completely. His cock was still driving at me, but the greyback restricted his movement. I forgot about the ramification of the gnarl and only focused on what was happening inside me. The cock and naut mi were both growing, swelling. He pulled back against my chess opening to thrust further into me, but the knot restricted him. Instead, something unexpected and terra incognita happened. The knot pressed against me inside, somewhere inside me and behind my button. Whatever it was, the pressure was electric and intense, saccade of fiery erotic foreplay coursing from my cunt into my body. I felt it on my clit, in my tit, and sent gelidity and goosebumps up my cervix and into my scalp.

I was crashing into another orgasm when I felt his cock inside jerk and pulse violently. The next sensation was my puss being washed in warm spurts of dog cum. I cried out. I couldn't help it. I didn't want to or think to, but my mouth joined the residual of my soundbox in joyous release.

As my organic structure descended from the orgasmic vertex previously unconquered, my judgment rose up to the turmoil of my situation. Not only did I joyously cry out my euphoria, I was now tied to the dog. My mind replayed the telecasting I had seen. The women were stuck to the dog for moments, maybe many. How was I to cognise ? The videos were snippets of activity only. Suddenly, my auricle see sounds everywhere around me. The smallest sound of a foliage in the wind against the twig was some person crashing through the brush concealing me.

The dog whimpered as he tugged to free himself. He had done something I thought should be impossible. He raised his leg over me and was now standing facing the opposite word direction. We were ass-to-ass. I had seen it in television, 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 finger my snatch draw in away from my consistency. I gasped and shuddered. That same sensation was happening, again. The knot was pressing on that maculation. I raised my hips up and the knot jammed against that spot inside me with special effect. I realized I could cum all over again. I shivered at the mentation. Twice, already, I have climaxed and I was thinking of doing so, again ? Yes, I was ! It felt so toothsome, so obscene, so … decadent. A dog had just fucked me !

After another small coming, the knot seemed to extend my mouth and opening to lam. I fell to the dry land and the dog lay near me and started licking his cock. I slipped my arm under my font and watched. I watched his tongue, the like tongue that had pleasured me, drub 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 ram through the skirmish and ran for the raise I saw him come over originally. He seemed so noisy in leaving I delayed my leaving for many more minutes to avoid being seen also coming out of the Saami spot. In fact, I exited the opposite way. My ramification were frail and trembling, uncertain underneath me as I made my way back to the path.

Back at base, 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 point as if I were watching it happen to individual else. At night, I dream about it and feared that my sounds might alert Prakash to something unusual.

Standing in movement of the mirror, again, raw and excited. When I stripped away the terror of the risk I took, what remained was the memory, the feeling of being fucked … finally, fucked. The feelings come back with savage recognition and chilling excitement. New thoughts fight for considerateness. Pushing aside the ever-present terror and care for brief moments, the desire to relive those feelings come rushing in. In those here and now, surrounded by the reverence, was the acknowledgment of fulfillment. Fulfillment of needs that have been missing, vacant for so farseeing. Could I risk it, again ? Could I not ?

The mirror is my window into my soul and desires. I have come to see the image of myself as the real me, the me that demands to be released. And, that simulacrum is taunting me, challenging me, daring me. Her nipples are extended, even for her. I spread my legs for her to show me the cunt that enjoyed the dog. She smiles at me as her legs spread. I see her slit rim as plain as her nipple standing out proud and pleading to be touched. I see her move a hand to a mamilla, pinching it and smiling at me as she does it.

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

I look into her eyes. I smiled at her and nodded my head 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 release and pleasure !"

CHAPTER quaternion :

I returned to the Mungo Park a twosome more times, skipping a day middle visits so as not to arouse suspicion from anyone, especially Prakash, if he should notice. The dog wasn't there. One day I spotted a drift dog in the distance, but after Sheru I didn't want to risk on my refuge with a stray.

On the third visit, as I climbed up the slope from the itinerary, I spotted a dog in the Lapp localisation where I had seen Sheru arrive before. This dog wasn't Sheru, however. This was a High German shepherd, but it acted much the Lapplander way Sheru had. This dog came over the ridge, saw me and stopped. He seemed to calculate back at something and turned back to me. I took a chance on calling to it since despite not being Sheru it didn't expression like a stray. I bent over and clapped my workforce together, then patted my thighs hoping it would read those action at law as index number of my calling him. I didn't want to verbally prognosticate out to him for fear of drawing attending to me and my location.

As the dog trotted toward me, then moved faster as I continued to encourage him, I looked around to verify that I was still alone and not being watched, then stepped back into the brushing and Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. The dog stopped outside, then followed the narrow way of life I had created into my hiding location, his posterior wagging furiously.

I knelt on the ground and offered him the back of my paw. His sniffed it and allowed me to engrave his ear. Despite being a petty intimidated by High German sheepman, this dog had an affectionate and playful disposition. Reassured by his attitude, I looked closer at him and found he had the like apprehension as Sheru's. The decoration hanging from it read,"Balaji ”, which I knew meant strong. Looking at the a****l, I had no question about that.

As I rubbed his neck, I felt something attached to the leash. I stood and looked at the object to find what looked like a punk cell. But what would a dog be doing with a prison cell sound ? I was still stroking the chief and neck of the dog when I heard the telephone start buzzing. I took it off the choker and opened it to find a text content had arrived. I open the messenger.

‘ Yes, this headphone is for you. I would wish to convey with you through it.'

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

‘ An admirer, only.'

‘ What do you want ?'

‘ zip. Sheru is my dog. So is Balaji. I know you have enjoyed Sheru. I hoped you would also delight 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 obtain out. My only interest is in trying to facilitate you.'

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

I burst out of the President Bush and sprinted down the slope to the way. I was still running when I arrived at the start of the trail. When I stopped to catch my breath and compose myself, I realized the phone had buzzed several times. I opened it, again, finding a series of early text messages. I quickly shut the phone, jammed it into a second pocket of my jeans and left the Park.

I buried the headphone in one of my shoes in the rachis of my closet. I ignored it for the rest of the day and night. I had to decide what I wanted to do. Did I need to be after now for the spoiled ? What could I possibly plan ? If I was exposed, I would be exposed. What possible explanation or story could I concoct 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 brain imagined all sorts of possibilities, all bad. All through the next day, eventide, and Night, it was only marginally better. The day after I began thinking the person on the other phone might not have meant scathe to me, after all. Then, another terrible thought came to me. He had purchased both phones. Couldn't he use the integral GPS to traverse the earpiece I had ? How did that work ? Was that role he could cope or did he need to go through the cellular telephone set serve to get that data ?

I retrieved the sound from my hiding smirch in the closet. I powered it up and looked at the text edition message from before. I was struck by his cobbler's last text : I told you, nothing. I don't know who you are and won't try to find out. My alone interest is in trying to help you.

It was the terminal one sent before I shut the headphone off. The early texts he sent were enquiring if I was still there. Obviously, I wasn't. I sat down to opine this through. All those coming upon were with his dogs and he had been mindful of it and continued to bring his dogs for me to encounter. Never had he approached or intruded. If he was there somewhere, he was a long way off. He never was close enough to see into the shaggy-coated area where I was and was never visibly close when I left. Maybe he didn't want anything. Maybe he really didn't intend to intrude on my privateness by finding out who I was. I wondered, then, what did he mean by ‘ my only interestingness is in trying to assist you'?

I prepared a text subject matter 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 reply since I had waited respective Day. Instead, the earphone buzzed almost instantly.

‘ I am deeply bad 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 number one clock time when I shrieked ?'

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

‘ What did you think might be happening ?'

‘ I wasn't sure at first, but when he returned to me, his cock was exposed some. The next time it was fully out.'

‘ And ?'

‘ And I knew. He is a scantling 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 restoration. He had known.

‘ Say it. Say what he did to you.'

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

‘ He fucked me. Your dog fucked me.'

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

‘ Sir Thomas More. It was beyond my imagining. I was trying to debar the knot, but …'Why am I telling him all this ?

‘ But ?'

‘ I orgasmed and the nautical mile 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 person came along.'There was another electronic secretiveness and I wondered if the connection was broken.

‘ Can you hail to the common tomorrow, 11:00 AM ? I will get 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 aid you."Am I crazy ? But, even he can tell I need this, desire it, crave it. The picayune bit he has witnessed, he understands me.

‘ Yes. 11:00.'

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

"He's sending his frump to you to enjoy. He's sending his frank to you to fuck."I looked down at her dresser to feel the nipples becoming more erect, straining outward. I parted my pegleg and she duplicated the movement. Her back talk were already glistening with her rousing."You really are a dog-bitch, aren't you ? Even if all you can get is dog-cock, it is beneficial enough."Her eyes were sparkling, her sass turned into a smile, and her mind nodded.

I was giddy when I arrived at the Park and made my way to the location within the brush I had been using for my outdoor performing with the dogs. I noticed as I left the chief path that my visit up the incline had begun wearing a faint itinerary into the wild grasses. As I approached the cluster of brush and small trees that formed my secluded spot, 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 aloofness, and was satisfied there was nobody else who might range nearby.

I heard a bark and I looked in the direction of the sound to recover a enceinte dog standardised to Balaji and the digit of a man against the background and sky. The dog bounded ahead of the man, stopped briefly, then bound down the slope toward me. The man stopped at the ridgeline and settled onto the ground. He was no longer hiding his presence, though he remained at a distance that I could not discern his features, therefore, he could not recognize mine. Still, though, seeing the man I had been texting sent a shiver through my body as I watched the dog access. The impact of the change in the situation hit me fully. The dog approaching me belonged to the man up on the hill who had arranged this time for all of us to be in the same blank space. And, the just reason for that arrangement of time was for me to be mounted by his dog. There was no longer any secret about it. It wasn't a interrogation of if there was an proprietor of the dog. There was an owner of the dog, and he was right there on the hill.

I turned, stooped, and stepped into the region of thicket and fiddling Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. A consequence later, the dog followed me. I was already kneeling when he came right to me. As I stroked his top dog and neck, I checked his pinch and tag. It was the Same German shepherd, Balaji. He sat in social movement of me. I stroked him and, not knowing any early way, used the Saami overture to him that I had with Sheru. I slowly worked my hand onto his slope and belly, then down by his cocktail dress with a few ‘ inadvertent'glancing touches along the side of the cocktail dress. He reacted the Lapplander as Sheru, a slight wince, but naught more. With my face alongside his, I was spirit on what my manus was doing underneath him so I was surprised to get a farseeing, wet lick over the incline of my face. I turned my facial expression directly to him and closed my eye as he began licking my aspect. It was at that moment that I took hold of his cocktail dress and the cock inside.

The tip of his prick 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 minute, there was decent hammer exposed I felt it was good. I stood in front line of the dog and opened my jeans. I pried off my run horseshoe, then pushed my denim and step-in down my legs. Strange how doing this in front of the dog caused a self-conscious tactual sensation as if he were a person who might adjudicate or appraise what I was showing him. I don't think he was, but he seemed to be appreciating what was happening because his tool grew from the sheath another inch or so.

Naked now below the waist, I went to my hands and knees in front of him. As I could have predicted with even my limited experience, his tongue first went to my cunt and ass, licking me several times. It felt marvellous, the tongue gliding over my wet slit lips. It took a dog to give attention to my bitch with sass and tongue. I giggled at what the dog was willing to do for me that my hubby would never reckon. I moaned at the thought of what was to come shortly and that it took hot dog to move over me sashay after all these years.

I reached back with a hand to push his snout away and pat my ass, hoping to have him mount me. After a few tries, he did, jumping onto my back, his furry belly on my bare ass and lower back. I remembered endure prison term and slipped a paw between my branch and with a little help from me, he with driving his cock into my cunt with less unspeakable stabbing. I gasped loudly at the penetration and followed that with deeply moans of satisfaction as the cock quickly began thrusting, the unrestrained roll in the hay that, again, took my breathing place away.

Balaji was stronger and more aggressive than Sheru had been. It took some getting used to, but it became thrilling and risky. I found all I could do was plant my knees and work force into the basis and carry myself steady against his bombardment. His buns feet shifted as he attempted to gain ground better footing and purchase with which to drive his tool into his new bitch. I pressed back against him, holding a steady and fast position for him to fuck against. And, it was what I became, a bitch. I realized my mouth was emitting a steady period of low, guttural moans, gasps, and groans. I heard zippo but the sounds coming from my back talk, the grunt and panting from the dog, and the squishing of our mating organs, his cock driving into my wet and drooling cunt. If anything was happening outside the brush trade protection, I had no awareness of it and, at the second, I could experience cared less.

It was as if all the defeat and need from the year of being ignored was being pushed out of my physical structure with each unrestrained, frenetic driving force. It wasn't that Sheru hadn't been as honest fucking me, but I hadn't been released for him. I was still nervous, tentative, and self-aware. This time, I came prepared to release myself, to fully hand myself to whatever dog was brought to me. There was no question, concern, or wondering about a dog on this visit. I knew there would be a dog. The owner who I was communicating with would have one here for me. I came knowing I was going to fuck a dog. And, I was. Gloriously and with abandon.

The knot was pressing against my gap. Unlike the late time when I tried not to be tied, I pressed back against the dog pressure at me. I wanted it all, again. The dog and I worked together, though he was more emphatic in his approach shot. He stretched me. The little experience I had was sufficient, though, to translate what was happening and what was going to fall out 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 proprietor, something snapped open inside me. Again, something happened, another room access opened, and I was going to rush through it. What would happen 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 moment, the knot stretched me plenty to pop into my pussy, filling me, pressing his hammer deeper into my cunt.

The dog pulled back to lb into me, but his movement was constricted. The real effect, though, was pressing his gnarl firmly, roughly against that billet inside me and I exploded. My entire consistence seemed to oppose. The orgasm shook my limb, my stomach twitched, my toes curled, my cunt clasped around the cock and nautical mile inside. My scalp tingled and I shivered from my feet to my head.

I was no sooner coming down from that explosive orgasm and I felt his dick spasm and jerking inside me. I pulled away from him as I felt his cum spurt deep inside. I wasn't trying to get away. My body, if not my brainiac, connected to that berth inside me and the knot inside me. I pulled, jamming my pelvic girdle up, cramming his gnarl against that slur. I came, again.

I was lying on my book binding, exhausted. I looked to retrieve Balaji off to the side casually licking his peter 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 jeans and opened it. There were repeated text edition from him.

‘ hitch where you are. Let Balaji do out first. Someone heard you. I will distract him.'

Oh, no ! But, then I realized. Not only do I have person providing me weenie, but he is watching over me, too. I struggled to slip my scanty and jeans on. I marveled, again, at the amount of cum that firedog gave. I put my place on and stretched my head up to obtain a man slowly, curiously, stepping off the path in my counsel. I got Balaji to stand and pushed him through the George W. Bush. As soon as he was visible, I heard a flashy tin 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 feel the curious man watching the dog, then returning to the path.

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

CHAPTER FIVE :

All the thrilling experiences and worked up chills of doing them in the common paled in comparison to the last experience. And, it had little to do with Balaji or Sheru. But, knowing that the man, the owner of the domestic dog, was there, watching and cognisant sent my response over the top. It wasn't just that I thought he might be around somewhere ; or, that mortal might be suspicious by my move up the mire ; or, mortal might pick up something unusual. No, it was all of them … in jigaboo. When I got the textual matter warning me about the man on the path 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 slope above waiting and observance, fully aware and encouraging of me being mounted by his dog, was beyond anything else. The nookie was tremendous. The emotional reaction to the mise en scene took my orgasmic reaction to another level.

After that experience, the texting subject matter became more personal. He was emboldened by my expressions of gratitude and my reply to the embolden comments became burbly. He asked me how it felt during the fucking by the dogs ; what the mile felt like ; how a good deal cum they shot into me. Initially, it was a combination of intrusive and humiliating, but I couldn't cease myself from responding back to him with response that soon became detailed and expressed the hullabaloo I had felt.

As I shared in some detail about the feeling of the knot stretching my snatch to move into or drop dead, about the stream of dog-cum draining from my slit after, about the impression of the dog's fur on my bare lower back, he started asking personal questions, not about the act but about my sexual experience. I quickly discerned that he assumed my sexual experience must have been panoptic that I was venturing into using unusual dogs. When I confessed that I had been mostly naïve and only accidentally fell into dogtooth activity, he became more fascinate and honed his head deeper into my spirit. Since we were using texting, this process was time-consuming with abbreviated look for description.

The unearthly thing 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 Scripture, 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 metier setting. When I indicated I had done what he asked, he responded back immediately instructing me to fuck off with it until I orgasmed, then tell him about it. I dropped the earpiece and did exactly as he requested without any debate or indisposition. How did his commanding self-assurance and my bequeath acceptance develop so quickly and naturally ?

After cumming, I lay on the bed with the dildo softly buzzing in my bitch, allowing my orgasmic response to ebb slowly from my consistence. 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 head against my gormandise clit. I told him how I squeezed, pinched, and writhe my tit while driving the dildo in and out of my sloppy cunt-hole. I told him how my ramification shivered as I arched my pelvic arch into the air at the minute my coming crashed over me, how the electrical prickling coursed from my cunt to my clit, up my breadbasket to my mamilla and nipples.

His response indicated how pleased he was with my conformity and my description. He then told me to be in the Park, the Lapplander place, at 11:00 AM the adjacent day. I noted, with elation and fervour, he didn't ask me this prison term. He told me. I couldn't believe how turn on that made me feel. I wasn't seeking, gambling, hoping any retentive. Now, someone was assisting, arranging, conspiring, taking bursting charge. Even by schoolbook, it was a brawny influence over me.

I was on the way of life below the location early. To say I was excited with the anticipation would be a huge understatement. He ramped up my anticipation with a text sequence prior to my leaving the apartment.

‘ Are you skilled at sucking cock ?'

I gulped at the question. Whose prick would I suckle ? But, I wasn't. I had never touched a putz with my tongue or lips, much less my mouth. I told him so.

‘ Then, it is clock time for you to try it. I think you are the kind of cleaning woman who will love having a rooster in her oral fissure to suck.'

My god ! Where is he taking me ? What does he own in idea for me ? His messages are as if he believes he has control over me and he knows where he wants to take me and what he wants me to do and be for him. My cunt was drooling at the expectation, the brash effrontery, the frankness of his approach.

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

I was curious watching the dog bounding to me. How is it all the wiener seem to know they are intended for me ? I shake the thought and refocus on the dog. I now see it is a Fox Terrier, about 15 column inch tall compared to the 24 or 25 inch tall German sheepherder. I wondered why he chose such a minuscule dog this time, then remembered his instruction for me to absorb putz. Maybe that was the reason. He was providing a smaller cock since it was my first fourth dimension. I wasn't trusted how I felt about this man who seemed to fudge and orchestrate my sexual interaction. No … I knew how I felt. I felt aroused to the tip of possibly soaking my jeans in the fork !

I felt his phone buzz in the back sack 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 wet-nurse. I thought a smaller dog might be serious for you the get-go time.'

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

I checked around the area, finding nobody watching or near, and stepped into the close in outer space protected by bushes and small tree diagram. The dog followed me and sat at my feet, his shadower wagging furiously as he looked up at me. I dropped to my stifle and smothered him in hug and favorite. His nates wagged even faster and his tongue began to try bare pelt on my face and munition to lick. I giggled. His slug are a admonisher of how I am to use my back talk and mouth. I shivered. I never felt my hubby's cock in my oral fissure and a dog's cock will be the first.

Although I saw the man with the dog, I find myself checking the neckband. It is very similar to the ones worn by Sheru and Balaji. This one has a tag reading, ‘ Jhony ’. I put my mouth close to his head and whisper,"Jhony, I am very well-chosen 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. observe that in idea, will you ? I've never done it before so I might not do it very well."His tongue swiped my face over my lips and wind. I giggled."Then you can fuck, okay ?"I didn't expect a reception, but he licked me, again. I took that as an apprehension being established. A girl needs all the apprehension she can get sometimes.

I debated. The decision came to me quickly. I sat back and removed my shoe, denim, and panties. I wanted to be ready for him. I patted the ground and managed to get him to lay on his slope. I pushed him partially on his back and stroked his belly. He raised his head and looked at me, then my hand as it moved closer to his case. Then he put his head back down. I wondered if these dogs had ever experienced a human being female person before. Or, maybe they are just that well trained.

As my fingers grazed along the face of his sheath, the reddish tip came out. I smiled. It was already obvious how much smaller this turncock was going to be. It might even be smaller than Prakash's cock. I had to suppress a laugh. It now seemed heavily to trust a cock smaller than his. That might give birth been filthy, but both other hot dog had cocks that seemed very prominent in comparison.

I bent over, putting the side of my face into Jhony's belly fur, the tip of his cock peeking out from the sheath. I poked my natural language 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 shaft, a lubrication perhaps. I giggled. Something more to investigate through the internet. Or … maybe the man would know. What kind of discussion would that be ? Asking a man I didn't know about the mulct points of a dog's stopcock I had been sucking. I suppressed another laugh.

I licked the tip several metre, then took the pointy tip between my lips. I've never done anything like this. I could palpate more of the stopcock become exposed as I slid my lips down the dick from the tip. I had a cock in my sass ! What was I becoming ? beginning, letting a dog lick me ; then, letting dogs fuck me ; now, taking dog cock into my mouth. I slipped a paw between my legs. 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 little cock and my ass, my naked ass, was sticking up in the air.

I started sucking, not just mouthing, the turncock. The more I sucked, the Thomas More of that liquid came from the tip into my mouth. Soon I had enough to swallow. I sucked harder. I wanted more. I slid my lip down the duration of the unwrap pecker until I felt the fur of the sheath on my backtalk. There was about four inches of hammer in my mouth. I giggled, again. I had four inch of cock in my mouth and I was going to make love it, too.

As soon as the mentation passed through my judgment, I knew I had to do it. I sat back on my cad, petting the dog. He raised his heading to appraise me, sensing something different was about to encounter. I turned on my knees and dropped to my hired hand and started patting my ass to advance him to bestride. By this point, I was assuming all the man's hound were familiar with fucking if only with dog-bitches. Maybe I was their only human-bitch. I needed to know. I would ask him. A peculiar feeling passed through me and I understood it immediately. I wanted to be their merely human-bitch.

The dog stood and came to my ass, and like the early two dogs before him, his snout went first to my ass. His tongue lapped at my ass. I spread my knee further opening a wider space between my thighs and I was rewarded with his natural language sliding over my let out snatch from my clit to my bunghole. His tongue seemed to hit my clit more regularly than I remembered of the others in this billet and it may deliver had to do with his shorter height and improve angle, at least better from my perspective.

I patted my ass to get him mount me. He jumped up, his keister branch churning to realise my spine and I realized my ass was too high for him. I squatted down a little and he got on top of me, his pelvis thrusting at me, probing with his prick for my cunt-hole. It slid inside before my hand got back to assist him and I gasped. Even much lean than the former dogs, it was still a salutary rooster to me. In fact, it wasn't much different than I remembered of Prakash's cock back when he did come to me. Even a small tool from a dog took my breath away. Its urgency and energy immediately applied by the dog as it enters and amplification hold, driving oceanic abyss in the first few thrusts.

This meter, though, the putz, which was beginning to yield me surprising pleasure pulled out. Like Sheru the first clock time, he walked around me frustrated. I lowered my ass further to the footing and encouraged him with both ducky and verbal cooing. He came to my ass, again, taking my book binding quicker and easier with my ass lower and thrust at my soundbox. I slipped my handwriting between my wooden leg to attend to him but got the surprise of my lifetime before I found his cock with my hired hand. His cock, coated with my pussy juice, hit my asshole on one thrust and entered on the second. I cried out, never having ever been penetrated there before. The first poking teased my crumple hole with the tip parting my sphincter, the secondly followed immediately by forcing it to open wider so the end of the cock was just inside. I gasped and gulped my breaths at the sentience of being penetrated there, wanting my body to swallow or reject the invasion. My eubstance didn't have much to say about it, though. The dog, being a dog, followed the initial partial derivative penetration with an extra quick stutter of the thrust, driving the embedded peter oceanic abyss into my anal passage.

I cried out, again. Now, it was more than just the tip inside me. Now, some of the fatter division of the cock had spread the anatomical sphincter wider, opening my passage for unadulterated penetration. But, it hurt. That part of my body wasn't used to the insight and stretching. I wanted my body to have sentence to adjust, but I felt the dog twist back slightly for another thrust as he also adjusted his traction around my waist, holding me tighter and aligning himself to go into full shag mode. I reach back in the hopes of holding him regular for just a few minutes, but my chemical reaction was too dull. He thrust back into me and followed it with a watercourse of rapid-fire humping. It didn't seem to bother him that he was in the wrong hole.

I dropped my headspring and chest to the ground, resting my forehead on my pen up forearms, my ass sticking up in the air with the Terrier perched precariously, his can pes barely having enough adhesive friction to keep his right screwing. God, even a pocket-size dog fucks like a maniac !

He was now in wax mode of dog piece of tail. After my limited and very Holocene epoch experience, I already knew what that was. It was a drive that had to be experienced and not explained and each sentence I had experienced it I was thrilled by it. He pulled and force his tool out and into my ass as if he were fucking my cunt. After the initial uncomfortableness that followed the initial sharp pain, 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 onslaught. No, not two holes. I had now sucked my first tool, too. I now had three holes for cock.

Nothing outside of the dog and the new sensations emanating from my anal retentive passage was reaching my witting brain. The only affair in the world at the consequence 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 infix. The knot. Could my ass also take a knot ? I wouldn't have thought it could lease a putz, but here I am actually enjoying it.

The knot pressed at my curtain raising and for a present moment my intellect wasn't sure what it wanted to do about that, as if it had a lot to say about it at such a moment of extreme excitement and stimulus. While the mind was carrying on a confused debate with itself, the body was already in action. It pressed back against the pressure being applied to it, the sphincter muscle slowly but steadily spreading with the constant and insistent pressure. The naut mi was probably pocket-size compared to the early two dogs, but it might experience been the width of their larger turncock so when it stretched me to the point of almost entering, I felt like I would be deplumate and I couldn't think of a spoilt place to be torn. The jiffy reaction was flinching away from it, but it was too tardy and the dog was too mold. He had his legs wrapped around me and his strength and determination to mate surprised me. He pulled me back to him as he pressed himself to me and the knot plunged into my transition. I cried out, again.

It wasn't until later that it would even occur to me how lots haphazardness I had been making. At the time, I was lost in my own little bubble of existence and that bubble only contained Jhony and me deep in the bond of mating.

I felt his tool and grayback grow in every way inside me. The fit was so tight I could find everything as his abbreviated apoplexy continued, his pre-cum leaked, and his tool grew in anticipation of pending climax. I could finger he was close to cumming and I desperately wanted to share it with him. The ace of anal fucking was different with less organise stimulation to the base erogenous zona. I slipped a paw underneath, my fingers going to my clitoris and pussy. The finger alternated between strumming the button and plunging into my cunt. The fingers actually pressed up and felt the cock and greyback in my ass through the slim down membrane dividing the chambers.

When I felt his shaft dork and spasm against the walls, I joined him. My orgasm was convulsing and I was for certain contribution of it was the contemptibility of the experience. I was not only fucked by a dog ; I was fucked by a dog in my ass. It felt so wicked, so base, so slutty, so dirty. I felt completely owned, used, and dominated by this dog, the pocket-size of my brief experience.

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

I had no theme how long the gnarl might attach us together. This was a smaller dog, but the burl was in my ass, which was so a lot tighter and constricting. As the dog pulled on the tie, I could palpate the sphincter securely closed in front man of the ball inside me. I reached behind to stroke the dog to attempt to sedate him. As he fought to free, I could experience his cock microscope slide inside me and I assumed his endeavor were just exciting him further.

My attempts to relax my own body, though, failed completely and abruptly when out of doors my little enclosure of brush, I heard the low voices of mass too close to be on the nerve tract below. I held my breath to listen more intently as if that would help. The dog behind must have got heard the sounds, too, because he suddenly became more agitated, pulling with more purpose, his manus fighting the ground to pull us apart. This metre when I reached back to him, my attempt to simmer down him had desperation behind it. I could hear the vocalism coming closer and I felt the dog moving one focus, then the early nervously.

I became panic-stricken. The vulnerability of being extraneous was component part of the thrill, heightening all the other feelings. This was too penny-pinching, though. This was too much like feeling the inevitability of being caught at what I was doing. This was too a lot like seeing the end of my batten life as I knew it. I desperately stroked and soothed the dog. He calmed some with my attention, standing with this rear end against mine as I went to just my genu, straightening my body to caress his body.

Suddenly, the multitude 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 spokesperson became very close. They couldn't have been more than 20 base away from where I was knotted to the dog. Then it became quieter, but I could still hear the voices fade away. They seemed to have turned their counseling to the ridge above where I was. Then, it was quiet around me, again.

I collapsed the land still tied to the dog. My heart was racing so hard it was like I had just completed a series of wind sprints. My concern 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 ingest been able to relax More than I imagined as the dog pulled mightily and the Calidris canutus stretched my ass and popped out. I then allowed my entire consistency to break up to the background. I was lying in the untamed pasture and crap, my tee shirt pushed up against my tits, to a greater extent than one-half of my body nakedly pressed in soil, grass, twig, and leaves.

My heart burst into a raceway, again, when the dog seemed to explode through the brush next to me. I could hear him bark as he ran. The barque were the sorting that sounded like a greeting. Then, I heard the whistle of its owner. And, the audio faded away.

CHAPTER SIX :

I needed a day to decompress after that in conclusion experience. Even Prakash noticed a change in me. fountainhead, kind of. What he noticed was that I was distracted and less reactive to his inane banter about his work. That man, if he only understood anything about me …

Instead of making me feel that I had not attended to him properly, though, his reaction to me spurred me to pass judgment and understand what had happened in the Park. I was funny about some facet of what happened. A fourth dimension before he had warned me that a man on the path was stopped and listening. This time, though, when a group of people left the path and walked near where I was, he didn't provide any word of advice. Had he left ? I didn't think so. This man was receiving a vicarious excitation in his ability to aid me so I didn't think he would abandon that and leave. Even if he wasn't seeing the actual act, he would want to be nearby.

After Prakash left for study on the morning of the endorsement day, I resumed communication with the man. I opened the phone while walking to the large window in the living room so I could peer over the other building to the east and see the parkland in the distance. It took some moment before he responded to my text.

‘ Are you naked ?'

‘ Sorry, Sir.'

Slowly, over all the texts and doubt and divulging of knowledgeable information and my easy, trusting submission with his proposals, the term ‘ Sir'had slipped into my point of reference to him. I didn't even use that to Prakash. I put the phone down on a table, quickly removing my churidar kurta I had selected for the day since I was going grocery shopping in the dayspring. I resumed my position in front of the windowpane, not because he requested it, he didn't, but because it returned the feelings of exposure and risk, even if it now seemed much to a lesser extent wild that things I had been doing.

The text went back and Forth River with some occasional delays on his end. I felt he was distracted by natural action on his end, but he made no proffer of me waiting until later. I apologized for interrupting him, but he insisted it was all right if I didn't mind some interruption in the school text. I asked him about the group of people and no warning from him.

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

There was a suspension. 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 result, I had begun letting my guard down to enjoy the a****ls. I was thinking I could trust him. So, I waited.

‘ Are you upset ? I suppose you are, but let me explain. I arranged for those people to walk past you and talk and speculate about sounds. They were never going to actually look for you in the bushes.'

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

‘ I did it FOR you. Over our electronic messaging, I have learned that a big part of what you found thrilling was the risk. Your physical experiences were going to be limited. You were, are, a frustrate wife. Seeking some story of exhibitionistic kick was how you began. The pawl were unplanned, unexpected, but the experience with them was enhanced by the peril element. True ?'

‘ True.'

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

‘ I was knotted. I was completely helpless. Even more, Jhony's stopcock slipped into my ass, not my puss. I had no idea how prospicient it might carry for him to pull out of my pixilated ass. I had to worry about keeping Jhony quiet and calmness so the multitude 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 danger. They knew I was there, but they were never going to know who I was. money plant, Deepti, he's provided so much.

‘ It felt amazing ! If it had been one of the bigger dogs in my cunt, I probably would have 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 things is exciting. I am not a Whitney Moore Young Jr. man. I have been alone for quite some meter. You are allowing me to feel things I have not for a very long time.'

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

‘ May I think of former things for you ?'

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

‘ Will you tell me just your first name ?'

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

‘ I am pleased you were excited. I am sorry about the mark part, but that is part of what excites you. Yes, you can desire me. I don't want to suffer you or compromise you. You are peculiar. I can help oneself you attain what you desire. What is your name ?'

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

‘ Ahhh … splendour, shine, glow. Has that fit you in your life ?'

‘ No, not until lately maybe.'

‘ You mean since this upheaval has come into your liveliness ? What happens if your married man begins to interview your change ?'

I didn't get laid how to answer to that question. If, and that might be a big if, my husband did notice a change in my demeanor, what would he conceive ? Maybe, he would simply be relieved and not question it, at all. Our honorable communication had been so bad for so long, I really had little way of guessing.

‘ I don't know what the response to that is, Sir. I have to manage my appearance around him, I think. Anything he notices might be explained by my hiking in the common, an betterment in my forcible being ?'He agreed that would be good. ‘ Sir, I am peculiar about the dogs. You said they are stud Canis familiaris, have they been with other women before, too ?'

I heard him chuckle at the enquiry. ‘ Why do you ask that, Deepti ? Say it plainly, dear. Tell me why you ask.'

He suspected my grounds, I could feel it. Oh God, could I really admit such a thing ? He didn't break the developing secretiveness. He was very skilled in forbearance, making me feel the nervousness of silence.

‘ I am wondering if I am their number 1 and only cleaning woman to fuck. Am I their only human-bitch ?'He didn't respond. More quiet. I asked the question, but he knew there was Sir Thomas More emotion, desire behind it that I hadn't yet admitted. I gulped in air and plunged ahead, ‘ Sir, am I their simply woman-bitch ? It would be so exciting to be their but woman-bitch. The thought of being their bitch has become very exciting.'

I could hear the joy in his vocalization when he finally responded. ‘ Yes, my love, you are their only woman-bitch, as you call it. You are their gripe. You like being their cunt, don't you ?'I said, yes. ‘ You like the idea to a greater extent than man sex. You would rather be fucked by the dogs than by men. cad satisfy you in a way you don't think men ever could. You would drive more than endangerment, do almost anything to bask dog-cock more and more.'

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

He had asked license to fix up something new and different for me to experience after the scare in the Park. I had quickly given him my favourable reception. I had quickly pronounced my desire to be a gripe for his frump. I had even let slip-up 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 state of nature rocket ride, I was blasting into new realms of experience and unknown region chance. It was scary, but it was exhilarating.

While he was probably devising something different, though, I enjoyed a couple more slip to the commons. One with Sheru and the other with Balaji. As sweet and cute Jhony was, I did prefer the larger cocks and nautical mile of the former two dogs. The experience of being knotted in the ass, though, never left me and I knew I would desire to receive that, again.

He was putting himself more and more in charge of these encounters. On day when we didn't have something arranged for the Park, he might text me at some point during the day and give me an pedagogy. I was free to do it or not, he had no physical dominance over me, but I found myself always following his instruction. Some days it was merely being naked the entire day with clothespins on my teat. Other times, it might be standing naked in front of the big windowpane while I used the dildo in my bitch until I orgasmed. That would take many minutes and sometimes I found myself deliberately extending the expo, wondering the intact time if person might be in a edifice somewhere to the East with binoculars or scope. The view made it even more exciting and that, of course, was the objective.

He also changed how I was to dress on the arranged pleasure trip. From now on, he said in a school text, I was to only wear sarees. He didn't want to see me in denim and tee-shirts, anymore. If he did, he would not give up the dog. That menace did maintain some control over me, but it was unneeded, I would have complied, anyway. He was very specific about my stuffing. Not only was it to be only a saree with a form-fitting top, but there would be no underwear and no underskirt. Additionally, when I was with the dogs, I was to also remove my top. Those next times when I fucked the dogs, I was completely nude in the Park. As the bounder pounded me from behind and I was on my hands and knees, I marveled at how my tits swung beneath me when they were free to go. It was thrilling to think someone seeing them moving like that.

The new requirement for dressing added a big psychological effect, too. Not only being completely naked but getting dressed again would be dim. There would be no way of getting dressed quickly if somebody should nose. Wrapping a saree takes minutes, anywhere from 7 to 10 minutes depending on conditions and how elaborate the dr****g is. And, without a petticoat to score the tucks into, it would be slightly unlike using the bash. If something happened, I wasn't going to be able-bodied to get habilimented quickly, anymore. That wasn't a pernicious variety and it was quite dramatic.

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

The day was almost consummate. One of those twenty-four hour period that don't seem real in a big, over-populated, industrial environment like Mumbai. The skies were crystallize, the walkover was appease off the sea, and a low front had sucked away practically of the humidity. After Balaji pulled his grand mile from my cum filled puss, I lay on the priming satisfied and fulfilled. The dog came to my spread legs and lapped at my leaking slit causing me to moan and sigh with foster satisfaction and pleasure. I sat up to pet him in thanks when we both heard the man whistle. Balaji turned to run from the bushes and his paw caught the textile of my saree. By the metre I saw my saree leaving the shrub attached to the dog, I had two cadence of material to grab before it was all gone. My reaction, though, right after an orgasm was behind. I had to jump through the Vannevar Bush after the dog, landing with my upper half outside the George Herbert Walker Bush to seize the end of the 5-meter length of cloth. The man must give recognized what was happening and yelled for the dog to finish. I pulled on the fabric and dislodged the material, crawling back into the bushes and pulling the material in arse me.

I stood to wrap up the sari around me when I heard voices of care 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 position of the dog. When they questioned what the dog had been pulling, he quickly made up a story of the sun reflecting off the wafture grasses, despite almost no breeze. It bought me enough sentence to get dressed. I exited the shrub in the opposite direction and circled around. Another close call, but very wind up. As I walked passed the citizenry, I could feel the dog cum still leaking from my cunt.

Then, his succeeding idea for me came. He said he had an idea I was sure to find very thrilling, erotic, and very exhibitionistic. He asked if I trusted him enough to make his driver pick me up from any localisation I desired. He assured me he would protect my identity operator and that his device driver was really his personal and professional assistant. I told him I would be waiting at the Dixieland end of the Sunder Nagar Garden. He told me the gloss and shuffle of the car, the driver's figure, and other inside information to promise myself of the correct 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 window lowered.

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

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

"Swapnil Kolte, ma'am."He reached into the passenger rump next to him and handed out a masquerade party 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 room access outdoors for me. I put on the masque and slid into the back seat. I had no mind where we were going or what was awaiting me. I was anticipating a new location and another dog, though he never indicated so.

I started asking Swapnil doubt about our destination, but he interrupted me. He punched some release on the dah and I heard the ringing of a phone on talker. When it was answered on the early end, I was to hear the voice of the man for the kickoff time.

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

"Thank you, Swapnil. Deepti, my figure is Venkat Iyer. I have decided it might help you experience more stop up if you know more than about me than I know about you. I have a number of clientele in the Mumbai country and you are headed to a remote part of one of those dimension with Swapnil. I am actually semi-retired, which has allowed me the time to be so interactive with you. I am 62-years-old and widowed, I may give mentioned that already."There was a suspension and some damp conversation in the background as though he was having a secernate conversation."Sorry, dear. I needed to withdraw caution of something there that Swapnil would normally bear handled. Now, you have my full attending. I wish I was there with you, but hopefully, that will be possible in the dear future. How are you feeling about this, Deepti ? Do you have the masquerade party on ?"

"Yes, Sir. Thank you."

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

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

"Yes, but I am afraid it won't mean anything to you. suffice it to say, the location is outback, isolate, but visible. I know that sounds contradictory, but it is on-key and it is important for the experience I have planned for you. Will you trust me, Deepti ?"

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

"Excellent. Swapnil, does she appear dressed per my book of instructions ?"

"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 a great deal information as I was hoping for. I was wearing a mask to protect my characteristic, but Swapnil wasn't. He was in his belated 20's, median height and human body. He appeared athletic and confident, though he was deferential to Mr. Iyer. Swapnil had shortly black pilus that was somewhat unrulily. He wore glasses that were ordinary, not too stylish. He had a moustache and beard that was either new and growing out or he was having trouble growing it. Several time as Mr. Iyer talked, I caught his eyes in the rearview mirror and was struck by the coruscation in them. His smile was wide and unfeigned. He looked like someone I wouldn't mind spending time with.

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

"Deepti, this is when you begin to prove you really desire me. I want you to move into the center field of the back behind, then quickly break your saree and remove your top."My mouth dropped and I stared at the fix on the dah where his vox came from."Swapnil, what was her reaction ?"

"She might be in electrical shock, Sir."

He laughed on the other end."I thought as a good deal. Deepti, we have been very measured to hide your indistinguishability. You wanted new, greater experiences. One would be to be naked in a moving car."

I was shaking my promontory, but my hands were already working to take away the sari. I had to reposition my emplacement numerous times to unwrap the 5 meter of fabric. Then, I looked into the rearview mirror, saw Swapnil glancing from the road to me and back to the route. I closed my optic and removed the top. I was sitting in the center of the support butt 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 irksome truck and I closed my eyes. I knew he could bet ripe down into the car for a very good perspective of me if he happened to face. I kept my eyes closed, but when I heard a truck cast future to me, I knew he happened to bet and saw something he never expected.

Still reeling from what I was showing to teamster we were passing on a regular base on the heavily jaunt highway, I almost missed the side by side comment from Mr. Iyer.

"beloved, now slew your posterior to the border of the seat and spread your legs wide."

My eyes flashed up to the rearview mirror, which Swapnil had his left field hand on ready to adjust. That sparkle in his eyes shined even more. I fluidly took the place he instructed and never in my life felt more exposed to anyone. The sole person EVER to possess seen me in a position close to this was me in front of the mirror as I looked for elbow room to beatify myself in onanism. Now, Swapnil, an attractive man I just met, had adjusted the mirror for quickly coup d'oeil to enjoy the persuasion displayed to him through the two pail seating area in front.

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

"Simply beautiful, Sir. I love the look of her pussy. The sassing are parted and the inner lips clearly show. The lips and her pussy exposed inside are glistening with her juices."His eyes showed his smile had increased. I hadn't realized my manus had moved down my trunk to my cunt. When I did actualise it, I pulled them back, my stallion trunk flushing deeper than it already had been. Just then, there was another honk from a trucker. I closed my middle."Sir, she is a sexual goddess, I think. Her fingers moved to her snatch, 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 magazine. I feel like an objective they are enjoying, Swapnil describing for Mr. Iyer's imagining.

"A sexual goddess. You may truly be correct about that, Swapnil. Deepti, until you arrive at the destination, I want you to actively and intentionally jerk off with your fingers. If you can, I want you to orgasm. Use your cunt, button, and pap. Do whatever it takes. Let those trucker see what a sex goddess is like when she satisfies her cravings."

Oh, God ! ! My fingers did what he instructed as if they were responding directly from his instructions without needing me to ensure them. The feeling was incredible. The conversation about my body, really only my snatch, caused me to feel so sexual, wanton, base, obscene, and objectified. Those might not ordinarily be big things to finger about yourself, but I knew my twat was bed covering wide open and leaking my secretion freely. I knew my nipples were erect and prominent, too. My fingers opened my hole wider for Swapnil, then my eyes rose to the mirror and we made eye contact. I smiled at him, my sassing parting with my knife licking them. I felt obscene. It was so thrilling with my exposure to Swapnil, the teamster 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 rutty road, which caused me to sit straighter to see where we were. As I did, the car rolled to a plosive in front of a tall chain-link fence and shut away gate. Swapnil got out, unlocked the gate, push back the car through, then closed and relocked the gate. He then drove into what looked like deserted, unused property. The car bounced over two bent of railroad line running, then came to a stop.

Swapnil redialed Bluetooth phone and Mr. Iyer came back on the line."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 farseeing time for you, so enjoy."And, he was gone. I wanted to protest. I had agreed to follow all of his book of instructions because I thought there would be a dog here for me to enjoy. 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 spine door. Clearly, he expected me to decease the car naked. As I did, I surveyed the area around the car. Besides the railway system tracks nearby, the Western pike roared with traffic on a foresighted bridge nearby and above. I could clearly see rider in cars and motortruck on the nosepiece 10 or 15 meters above us. In front of the car was an grand water system, which caused the need for the bridge deck in addition to the railway raceway. On the other side of the water people working, some of them in the piss. Swapnil saw where my middle were and commented that it was an data-based rice-patty. The people were shut adequate that I could tell which were men and which were women by their dress and movement. It seemed everywhere I looked, there was some potential difference for being seen. And, Swapnil walked me naked to the bound of the water. I was unquiet but he instructed me to keep my workforce at my sides. He put me in a particular proposition charge and I could see that I was exposed to both the bridge circuit and the rice actor at the same time.

He walked me back to the car, stopping me alongside it on the side closest to the railroad track. He reached inside the car and withdrew another mask, this one Black person, and placed it over his upper face. He was wearing overnice slacks and a buttoned long-sleeve shirt unfastened at the neck, so when he unbuckled the belt on his slacks, I quickly knew what was expected, though I had never done it for a man. I knelt on the shite ground in strawman of him, loosened the slackness and pull it and his underwear down to his knees. I was still uncertain why he was also wearing a masque now since I had already seen his face. But, when I saw his cock under his clothes, I discarded any fear about the mask. His limp, uncircumcised prick was the size of it of my husband's hard one. It hung in battlefront of me and my mind and eyes had no other consideration than experiencing it, touching it, feeling it on backtalk and in my mouth.

I had been given the experience of sucking dick with the dogs. Now, I was going to experience sucking man-cock, as well. And, it wasn't my patsy husband. Mr. Iyer was deliberate and knowing in providing me with motley experiences, as he promised. My letdown at not having a dog was replaced with the circumstance of new experiences. Clearly, Mr. Iyer didn't concern himself as a great deal with my commendation or credence beforehand as often my following his centering. That credit that he was taking control was mollified by the realisation that my response to him was to comply with whatever he directed.

My hired hand seemed to go out on its own until it grasped the stopcock. 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 mind, but I was so focused on the cock in front line of me I didn't put much thought into why. I leaned forward and licked the underside of his putz. I could feel it move just from that childlike legal action. I lifted it and licked along the length of it. When I reached the top, I pulled the foreskin back to display the headland, opened my mouth and took it inside, sucking on the head, swirling my tongue over it. I did this action repeatedly, licking the length, exposing the head and taking it into my mouth. Soon, the reaction from my elbow grease gave me the expectant pecker I had ever seen. The top dog was pushed out from the foreskin, exposed and ready for me. I thought the dog'hammer were big and they were compared to Prakash, but they weren't as big as Swapnil's. I wrapped one paw around the base and saw it was only covering about half the distance. I looked up and smiled, again. What would it be like to go through something like this ?

Then, the doubts about what was happening flashed into my mind. I was a get married fair sex. I had a married man. Part of that union was supposed to be a committedness of loyalty and faithfulness. I had rationalized my way through each new step : the masturbation was self-pleasure ; the toys were still self-pleasure ; the dogs were not human so they didn't count. But, now this was a man I was enjoying. By doing this, I couldn't rationalise it away. I was being disloyal and unfaithful to my vows of man and wife 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 chance. It was a lifelike progression, after all. In the cool present moment of consideration and psychoanalysis, I knew I would take the opportunity to again live a man's cock that wasn't my husband's. I understood that taking that step, that opportunity, might add extra frustration into the union, but the way I had set myself on had produced that whether I took this extra stride or not.

Another consideration came to my mind, though. My husband's activeness played into this, as well. I had learned accidentally that despite our tight pecuniary resource, he was continuing to gamble and drink with his buddy. nighttime that he said he would be working, he was with his brother. It was an accidental discovery and it had angered him tremendously when he had been caught in his lies. His ire 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 vindicate what I was doing, but he wasn't without some geological fault and responsibility.

With that conclusion and acceptation, I became sincere in my efforts of pleasuring and experiencing the laborious cock in my handwriting and headspring in my mouth. All Mr. Iyer said was that I would have man-cock today. I became diligent in satisfying Swapnil. It became authoritative that he report back to Mr. Iyer that I had pleased him with my mouth and I was determined to postulate his cum in my rima oris and swallow it. Another thing I obviously had never done. If I pleased Swapnil and Mr. Iyer was pleased in tour, I may again be given one of his dogs to experience.

I was so enwrapped on the prick in my mouth I wasn't aware of a significant racket coming. Then, the randomness was evident. We were near the reduplicate cartroad and it became obvious now why Swapnil had been careful in positioning us. The commuter train was approaching from in nominal head of me slightly to the left. It was approaching so anyone looking would see the back of a partially dressed man, but clearly, see a au naturel woman on her articulatio genus sucking the man's cock.

I reacted to what was about to happen by shifting while the shaft was still in my sass, but Swapnil kept me in place. I looked up at him just as the train locomotive engine flashed by with the twelve or so passenger cars behind it. I shook with frayed nerve, knowing that everyone on this side of the elevator car had a hone survey of me. This was why Swapnil had also put a partial derivative mask over his eyes.

After the train passed, he put a finger under my Kuki-Chin and lifted it up. The legal action brought my eyes up, but also my mouth off his putz. He was smiling.

"Was that exciting ?"

"My God, yes ! My fear has been to be seen, that something fearsome would happen as a resultant role. I was very definitely seen naked and sucking a man's cock who wasn't my husband, but cipher would be able in that flash of vision to know who I was."I looked at my arms."I'm still shaking."

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

I was puzzled, then aware. Not only was he giving me the opportunity to give suck his cock, but he was going to screw me, too. He helped me up and I walked on watery and trembling legs to the car and was leaned over the bonnet. He came up behind me and tapped my metrical foot on the inside to promote Thomas More detachment. I knew there was no return with my cunt being ready, I could palpate the moisture. After the earlier orgasm, sucking man-cock for the first gear meter ( and a large one ), and being surprised to be exposed to a commuter railroad train, I was ready for anything, physically and emotionally.

He placed his hammer at my cunt, rubbing the pass up and down along the duration of my back talk, he found my hole and pressed in. I gasped at the feel of his large cock head, so dissimilar than the tapered prick of the dogs. I moaned at the feel of it as he pressed his cock deeper into me, pulling out a few in and pressing back in advance until I felt his pelvis against my bare butt. I felt filled with shaft. It was more than I could take in imagined. The burl is filling, but this was filling for the integral length and it was blowing my mind as he quickly settled into a legato rhythm of fucking.

My brain was on my forearms, he was now pounding into me with more violence. My mamilla were squashed into the bonnet of the car, still a little warm from the drive here. It was pleasant-tasting and I wasn't sure I could look 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 fix ?"

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

Then, as if on some kind of cue, I heard the railroad train coming, again. But, how ? It had just passed minute before. Maybe it was more min than I thought. Also, there were two raceway. Oh God ! This must be the geartrain coming in from the suburban area further out. Oh God, another train of passengers to see me. God, what a slut I will look like.

As the locomotive engine flashed by and the passenger gondola after it, the randomness was deafening and drowned out my cry of pleasure and ecstasy as my orgasm crashed over me. When my body 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 motion with mine and compounding the DOE of the roll in the hay. My nipples felt like they were on fire, erect and pressed into the ardent metal of the car, the fucking making my tits rub over the open. I slipped a hand between my torso and the car, rubbing my clitoris 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 turncock, another climax taking grasp of my body.

CHAPTER SEVEN :

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

He seemed to be using the days immediately after the car drive for gentler looseness and I had the touch 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 fine with everything that had happened and desired more. I was intrigued by what his judgment had come up with both in the park and the recent experience. I finally was able to convince him I was dying to get more of whatever he devised.

One day, he had me standing in front of the mirror using clips on my nipples and clit. They stung, but I told him I found it titillating and stimulating. Encouraged, he had me add more to my puss lips. He then expressed his rue that he couldn't see what it looked like. I asked him for patience and awkwardly walked to the closet to call back the camera. It had a timer use, which I set and placed on the dresser next to the mirror. I quickly turned toward the photographic camera and I heard the dog. I checked the epitome and took a couple more, adjusting the angle. I took the photographic camera to the computer, downloaded it, then uploaded the images to the phone. I sent him a text with two of the range of a function, one was a closeup of the cartridge clip on my slit lips and clitoris. He was delighted, which made me pleased.

Later, I took the images off the computer, transferring the eternal rest to the phone. As I busied myself with that project, it occurred to me how glad 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 life, even remotely, that appreciated my efforts to satisfy him. A man I didn't really know very well was giving me a sense of expiation and accomplishment my own husband didn't seem open of giving me.

Another clock time, he asked me to lubricate the grip to my hairbrush and body of work it into my ass. How obscene. But, I did it and eagerly. No matter the request, I felt a strong and compel desire to complete 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 photos of myself to send to him. It might just be a selfie in the mirror or a timed photo in some pose. I took a photo wearing a sheer saree with nada underneath. He came back quickly after that saying that one was very challenging to him. He liked how I was exposed but still covered. He said he wished he could experience that every day.

He came back with another suggestion for an experience with the car. I would be picked up at the same location, I should wear the Saami turnout, and expect the use of the mask, again. I asked, but he would ease up no further item. He did not seem to be somebody who was satisfied with duplicating the same experience twice in a row. Even in the Park, he used different dogs or different teases. I didn't think the two time in the car would be a duplicate, either. He was going to leave something unlike and the mystery of that heightened the expectation for me. I was sure this metre would somehow include a dog.

The car stumble followed the same pattern as the first time. I was a piffling disappointed to chance the car only had Swapnil driving. I had speculated that the something unlike this metre 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 masquerade party, which I put on as I seated myself into the back up buns. As we approached the entering to the Western superhighway, I caught Swapnil's middle in the rearview mirror and he simply nodded. That seemed like a lot to assume from one previous brush, but I was anticipating the like didactics to remove my saree and top. I smiled at him, leaned forward to pull the end of the sari from my articulatio humeri, 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 time than I had been the previous time.

I thought about how to more easily remove the saree in the back fanny of a moving car since the struggles of in conclusion fourth dimension. I shifted to my stifle on the border of the backrest can with my bottom toward the front and pulling the bottom border above my knees. I then was capable to pull the tucks from the belt around my waist and bring out the sari fabric from me. I piled the material against the left incline of the seat, the rider side, and fell back into place in the middle of the seat. I opened my stage encompassing to his gaze as he adjusted the mirror a little more 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 position of weakness, but perhaps from devotion or loyalty ?"

A representative intruded from the sprint of the car. Unknown to me, the Bluetooth had been activated."You are correct, my dearest. Swapnil is far from a weak servant. Although he does serve me, he is most importantly my most entrust, and sometimes argumentative, professional advisor."

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

"You will give to expect, my dear. We wouldn't want to ruin the surprise. But, are you masturbating for Swapnil, Deepti ?"

I blushed and dropped my manpower between my thighs."Sorry, Sir."

Swapnil was struggling between watching the road and watching my finger."She has the most beautiful and wet kitty-cat, Sir."

There was a chuckle from the dah speaker,"I believe she uses the full term ‘ cunt ’."I blushed unattackable as Swapnil's optic held mine for a minute. With all the chatter about me and my cunt, I didn't achieve an orgasm this clock time, but I was certainly prepare for anything. In fact, besides hoping for a dog, I was hoping for another coupler with Swapnil. His peter was magnificent and he was skilled with using it. I still was expecting Mr. Iyer had something more in mind.

When we dropped off the motorway and wound through humble and littler roads, I sat up in anticipation of our destination. We were indeed approaching the same removed area with the gearing tracks. I noted by the clock on the dash that the timing was very similar to the old time.

After opening the gate, driving through, reclosing the logic gate, and stopping the car in nearly the exact spot as last time, I accepted Swapnil hand as an assist in getting out of the back can. I looked across the water to see people working in the trial rice paddies. The bridge was still roaring with dealings and the string running lay before us as if a reminder of what they could pack at any moment.

Swapnil came up behind me, slipped his arms around my waistline, and I leaned back into him. The last time it was all about the intimate act, there was little gentle touch. This felt ripe. 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 bump to see even if from too far a aloofness for recognition or too quickly passed for recognition. But, still, I was in this man's arms, his manpower slowly and gently moving over my naked front line, one bridge player down toward my crotch but not quite reaching, the other 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 deal could reach down into my genitalia, a digit slipping between the protruding lip. He raised the digit up to my oral cavity and I sucked my own juices off his fingerbreadth. I turned my face up to him and we kissed.

I turned in his arms and his bridge player caressed my back to my butt end. We continued to kiss and he picked me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. He walked me to the cowling of the car effortlessly and set my butt down on the tender metallic element. He laid me back across the cowling and kissed from my brim to my throat, to my dresser and knocker. He spent proceedings kissing and sucking my tits and nipples. My back arched at the attending I had never before experienced. A man was loving my trunk !

When his kisses left my nipples and descending down my stomach, I sighed, then sucked in a thick breath as it occurred to me what he might be leading to. As his lips and tongue steadily descended over my belly and pubic knoll to the top of my cunt and clit, I moaned so loud I thought it might absorb care from the workers except for the hollering of the dealings above. He slid his paw underneath my knees and raised them up, then pushed them apart. I raised my head in utter shock at what he was doing. His mouth was covering my dripping cunt, his tongue playing inside and out, flicking at my engorged button, then covering that clit with his lips and sucking heavy. 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 marvellous, too heavenly to need it to hold back. His tongue stiffened and pressed into my bitch. God ! How … how does he do that ? Men do this ? I want a man like this.

There was an emptiness. One moment, my slit was covered by warm and attentive pleasuring and the next moment, it was gone. Emptiness and longing took its place. I opened my centre, unfocussed and directionless.

"Is she ready, Swapnil ?"

I looked between my spread out thighs to find an old man standing alongside Swapnil whose eyes reflected full-blooded desire and avidness."Sir, I think she is always ready. The import 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 heavy indicator to me than his visual aspect. He had a kindly, gentle, fatherly typeface. He looked to be in his ahead of time 60's and stood a few inches taller than Swapnil. He carried his weightiness well, but it was discernible that a life story of business enterprise and offices had added some dog pound to his frame of reference. His fuzz was quite grey and receding. He combed it neatly to his right face. A little mustache was below his nose. He wore wire-framed glasses. Like Swapnil, he wore sassy quag and buttoned shirt spread at the neck.

Puzzled about where he suddenly came from, I scanned around the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree to ascertain an SUV parked away from the entrance we used. Standing following to the SUV attached by a leash was a dog looking very much like Sheru. My attending was brought back to their continuing comments.

They had shifted positions so Mr. Iyer was now standing directly in front of my splayed thigh, but a partner off meters from me. I was getting embarrassed by my exposure to them and started allowing my second joint to shut down, but Mr. Iyer reacted quickly.

"No, dear, please. Please, remain just as you are."Despite my increasing blush and embarrassment, I reopened my thighs as fully as before. My eyes met his, at least the moments when his eyes left his study of my cunt and consistence to glance at my face. He was unabashedly gazing at my heart-to-heart cunt and occasionally at my tits and the rest 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 due date. She has a real consistency, doesn't she ? Her curved shape as enticing. I think you are correct, Swapnil, a sexual goddess seems appropriate with a picayune encouragement."

He came up between my stage, knack over and kissed my cunt. I shivered and moaned. There was something about this well-heeled, 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 hold his aid, the most private contribution of a woman.

He put his work force out to me. I took them and he assisted me down from the bonnet of the car. He pulled me into his arms and whispered into my ear,"Thank you, dear Deepti. I am dark if that might have embarrassed you, but you are so lovely."He put me at arm's length and looked down my consistence, again."I truly do enjoy a more matured woman."He held my optic."You've been very open to everything present to you, so far. Are you set up for Sir Thomas More ?"

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

"I am glad to hear that."During this metre, Swapnil had disappeared behind the car and was removing two wooden-headed cover and spreading them on some nearby improbable pasturage. Mr. Iyer saw where my eyes were watching."Yes, my dear. Have you ever been fucked three times in one session, Deepti ? Would you like to be ?"

My sassing dropped unfold, then formed into a blanket smile. 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 side of my case against his chest."I will try anything you desire of me, Sir. You have ignited something inside me that has inflamed desires, demand, cravings I didn't know could exist."I raised my psyche to enlist his eyes, unaware that Swapnil had completed the arrangement of the blankets and was watching and listening to our exchange."Sir, I feel I am at a precipice in my life. My life has been unsatisfying and bilk, but it was the lifetime I had. You've shown me things, made me feel thing, so many things, that are beyond my power to verbalise. The dim-witted desires I felt born from my frustration to get 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, but at these moment, these experiences are what I need."

He pulled me into his branch and kissed the top of my head teacher, his deal stroking down my bare back to the top of my butt. I melted into his embrace. That effect I had of him early, fatherly, morphed into something more. There was caring, respect, and circumstance flowing from him, but there was also warmness and desire, desire for me.

He guided me gently to the blanket. I looked at him and Swapnil standing side by side. They were also wearing masks now and I remembered the power train. Nothing was said or indicated. I simply dropped to my knees in front line of them. I moved my manus to Mr. Iyer's swath buckle, first. I undid his belt, his slacks clutch and slide fastener, then pulled his trouser and underwear off his hips and down his legs. I did it quickly and without ostentation. I looked up at his side and smiled at him. His cock was uncircumcised, also. Although not nearly as long as Swapnil's, it was longer than my husband's, the only other cock I had any experience with. I raised his cock with one helping hand and licked the underside of it from base to top. I put the top into my mouth and began sucking on it. I pulled my sassing off, tear the prepuce back to expose the head, and returned my mouth to absorb on the exposed head. I heard him gasp, his hired man resting on the top of my chief and I smiled around the cock.

I moved to Swapnil and repeated everything with him, sucking his cock about the like length of sentence. Then, I moved back and forth between the two men, sucking and licking each until I had two arduous rooster standing before me.

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

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

I smiled demurely,"I will find joy in pleasing you both."

"And Sheru ?"

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

He motioned me to lie on the mantle."I want to count into your oculus as I fuck you, Deepti."I was on my backbone, my knee bent and spread open. I held my arms out to him and he knelt between my legs and aimed his hard shaft to my slit, moving the forefront up and down until he found my cakehole and pressed into me.

I gasped at his insight. Opening my eyes to encounter him supported above me on his weapon, 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 woman, my dear. Your husband is a fool."

I wrapped my legs around his waistline and pulled his face to mine and we kissed. I didn't want to cogitate about my hubby. I only want these two men … and the dog.

My orgasm hit me before he climaxed, but it seemed that my climax may receive stimulated his. My cunt clenched around his cock and he groaned, soon after he was shooting his cum into my eubstance. He collapsed on top of me and I held him tight, feeling his cock move inside me as the last of his come leaked from his cock.

Before the finally time at this billet, Mr. Iyer had questioned me at length about the protection I might be using. He was have-to doe with because we were a sexless spousal relationship. He didn't want to introduce Swapnil as a partner for me if there was a chance of my getting meaning. I had laughed. Although his family had blamed me for being infertile, it was a easing to Prakash and it was at his insisting that I had my vacuum tube tied to decimate the possibility in the time to come. Once fully immersed in his sort out life history, the last thing he felt he needed was suddenly having a family involved. Such was my existence.

The thought of fat seminal fluid swimming around in search of an egg gave me goosebump but it wasn't to be and never would.

Swapnil had his own idea of what he wanted to do. With my trammel vulnerability to sex and positions, he lay on his back. I looked down at him puzzled. He told me to straddle his body and sit down on him, penetrating myself with his cock. I smiled at the sentiment and did as he instructed. I sighed as his peter penetrated me and continued to sigh as I sat down completely.

"Oh, my God ! How howling !"

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

I smiled as I raised up, then sank back down. Over and over. I loved this position. Then, he added more,"There are many positions, Deepti. motion your feet in front of you and tip back to me."I felt his hand brook my rachis as I continued to rise and turn down, this view causing middleman in new style."Now turn around without losing my cock."I looked over my shoulder as if to challenge the instruction, but I did as he directed. It was so strange to feel him as I twisted around. Then he had me lean back as he held my hands. Then he pulled my invertebrate foot alongside his point and I leaned back onto his legs. His shaft pressed hard against my abdomen.

"These are all positions, Swapnil ?"I was gasping. The changing of positions worked to retard the orgasm that was building.

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

He thrust into me and I came, I exploded. I dropped my body onto his and buried my side into his shirt. Just then, the commuter caravan blasted its horn and roared yesteryear us. That ignited a indorsement explosion inside me and my clenching cunt brought him to climax.

The caravan had passed with hardly another thinking. I was still on top of him. He didn't seem in a hurry to fork and I certainly wasn't. I could sense his cock softening inside me, slowly shrinking back like a retreating snake.

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

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

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

I felt cause and new audio near. Without raising my head off Swapnil's pectus, I found Mr. Iyer's pegleg and groundwork and the golden fur of Sheru seating next to him. The scent of sex, even outside, must have been virile because the tip of his cock was peeking from his sheath. I raised myself to sit on Swapnil's rosehip. 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 grasping yap, I attempted to constrict with the muscles, bringing a smile from him.

I moved off Swapnil and sat on my heels in straw man of the dog and Mr. Iyer. I patted my thighs and Mr. Iyer released him to come to me. I buried his oral sex into my defenseless trunk, my arms around his cervix as I petted and stroked his soundbox, his tail wagging furiously in response. Swapnil was rising and pulling his slacks on. I patted the blanket to let Sheru get down on his face. I nuzzled his typeface, my hand moving over his belly. After the previous experiences with the blackguard, my activity was much less tentative. My fingers quickly moved over the case, stroking the side of meat and holding it in my hand.

Without looking up,"You said your dogs had never experienced union with other fair sex, Sir ?"

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

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

My knife found the tip of his divulge cock tip and I licked off the drop cloth of precum forming there. I put my lips over the tip and sucked more out and feeling the tool growing as I did it. I slid the cock into my back talk the inch or so until I felt the fir of his cocktail dress. I pulled back and pushed down over it, over and over, taking to a greater extent turncock in the process. When I was satisfied, I pulled my mouth off and gazed at the reddish cock. Without looking at either of the men and mumbling more than speech production, I confessed a new building desire.

"Someday, I will finger and savour man or dog-cum in my mouth after bringing it to climax."

I didn't wait for a reaction, it was my own new desire, not born from their desires. I moved to my script and knees and patted my ass. Sheru jumped to his feet and sniff my ass. He gave me a few cursory poke, then was quickly on my back, his hips thrusting at me. My hand moved to aid him and even the flavor of the cock sliding over my thenar was thrilling. Like a Pavlovian trigger, the feel on my ribbon triggered the expectation of insight and my physical and vocal answer. I would not get been surprised if my cunt didn't yawning open in the expectancy of the cock.

I gasped and moaned with the initial penetration, then pressed back into him as he repositioned his hairgrip around my waist and drove deeper into me. Then, as his frantic, a****listic pairing demeanour fully engaged, I heard the exclaiming from both men as they watch the dog issue over the mating ritual. My head sagged on my shoulders. When my eyes slit loose, I was again aware of how my titty swung underneath me as the dog fiercely pounded my slit with his cock. The forceful and dominating fucking served to ignite the remaining growth required for his stopcock. I felt it turn inside me and felt the slub forming. At first, I felt something expectant pushing between my lips, then it was too big and was caught outside banging against my slit. I pressed back at him as he pressed and forced his exploit at me. The dog shaft is good for fucking. The burl is entirely different, hitting spots inside me that only it can with geometrical regularity. The grayback was a rattling part of fucking a dog and an experience I knew I could never tire of.

When his Calidris canutus stretched me widely and finally pushed in, my thinker and horse sense were singularly focused on that achievement. The moment of entry sent me into orgasm, an orgasm I was told had me shouting and screaming my reaction, but it was drowned out by the pass of the succeeding commuter string. I only became cognisant of the string as the last cars were passing. The sudden cognisance was shocking and intense and resulted in another orgasmic heyday 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 game field. I was watching the match. A young role player from the far incline had just sent a long pass toward the front of the end and his mate soared into the air and executed a perfect cope, sending the ball into the goal. I have long marveled at the physical skills some hoi polloi possess. Mr. Iyer was sitting next to me pretending to say a newspaper while Swapnil sat on a work bench across the walk looking at his smartphone.

Without looking up from the composition, he casually commented to me,"If I never saw you with the hot dog again, Deepti, I would be eternally thankful for having witnessed it. The paradigm is one I could replay in my mind in very well detail. But, I hope it is not the finis time."

I glanced at him from the recession of my eyes."I hope not, too, Sir."

"Deepti, do you get laid what a submissive personality is ?"

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

"You understand the condition ?"

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

He was nodding, still seeming to be engrossed in some story in the paper."I am guessing that despite the handling you receive from your husband and your growing craving for sexual satisfaction, you still maintain an orderly and efficient home for him."I nodded."But, you don't feel whole, fulfilled, do you, Deepti ?"I shook my head. My eyes moistened and I looked away from the match, my middle not focused on anything. He was right, I didn't feel any fulfillment in my life story. And, if this was his way of letting me know he couldn't continue to facilitate me, I didn't know what I might do. His hand moved to my arm and gently touched it."Deepti, a submissive is fulfilled by pleasing and serving, but there is also a rich need to be respected and honored in the process. Without that, it might as well be a servant's job."

I looked directly at him and he put the newspaper publisher down on his lap."That is the way I feel. You understand, don't you ? You have for a long 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 obligation is to my hubby ? Are you saying this has been an intrigue lark, but it can't continue ?"

I couldn't bear to look at him in case his solution was the dreaded response I didn't want to hear. But, I heard his vocalization light, but business firm, in control,"Are you dressed appropriately for our group meeting ?"My eyes opened wide-eyed. 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 notion of prevision. 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 opposite, in fact. I want to make a motion this relationship forward, but I think to move it forward would require some changes in your life."

"What variety of changes ?"

He turned on the bench to take care directly at me."Big changes. You want to be barren to experience 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 Canis familiaris. It was the dogs that truly set you give up. But, you have also shown you might crave the pleasures of men, as well, like a true jade. A submissive like you, Deepti, a bitch to cad and a slattern to men, would be fun to represent with."

"What I now appear to be was with your guidance and assistance, Sir."

He nodded."Yes, there was that. I confess my function in directing and manipulating your experiences all the way to suck and fucking Swapnil before you eagerly did the same 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 recent retentivity."Swapnil called you a sex goddess, remember ? I think with more guidance and mastery he will be rectify, more so than he might take expected. Do you disaccord, Deepti ?"

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

He smiled and nodded. Then, he became very serious and held my oculus with his."Deepti, do you want this to uphold, even to grow ?"I nodded."Are you sure, Deepti ? To proceed like this would turn more restrictive and speculative. It can be continued and grown but it would require the big variety I was referring to. To truly stay this satisfactorily we have to bring in this out of the shadows. You are a cleaning 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 wait to be groomed into being the hussy and bitch you could be. That can't be done in a few hours at a time, a few metre a week. It requires turning your life over to it."

I looked up at him. I was stunned. When he said there would postulate to be changes, I never thought he meant changes at that level. How could those variety 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 hand."I understand how important the perception of your matrimony is for you and your household. Though, I don't think that husband of yours deserves you. He is a muggins to deliver left you in this nation that you should obtain yourself."

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

"solvent me this simple-minded question : Do you want to be shown, led, instructed, guided, and freed to seek and give away experiences you have only imagined and then well beyond those ?"How would he do that ? How do I respond that ? How could I still be married and realize all that ? But, if I could … of track, I would want that. What does that lay down me ? A hussy, a bitch ? Yes, that's what it would produce me. Isn't that what I have been moving toward with his guidance, already ? Of path !

"Yes … I would need that, but how ?"

"Deepti, there is a saying : To populate fully you have to experiment ; to possess the ability to experiment, you have to have confidence ; to have sureness, you have to be secure ; to be unafraid, 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 clock time it is a much bigger dubiousness, isn't it ? Do you trust me this much, Deepti ? Do you hope me to not only to rid you up to have Sir Thomas 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 oversee 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 delirious, too, as I am sure is Swapnil."He chuckled and glanced to his assistant who smiled. observe that phone nearby. In the next day or two, I will call for a meeting for it all to be explained."

"Yes, Sir."I was almost giddy, which on its human face seemed strange. I was almost featherbrained to truly get a submissive, controlled woman directed to increasing sexual experiences. But, I very definitely was.

He turned to provide, his eyes showing that he wanted to give me a parting candy 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 fit out appropriately."

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

THE END