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

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Dec 5th - cockcrow

As had become routine, my husband Frank flopped down at our kitchen table for a quick breakfast. His fingerbreadth worked furiously on the screen of his ever-present headphone, checking emails, text, and the latest stock statistics. Aside from wondering when his toast and coffee might magically seem, I doubt he would even have noticed if I wasn't there. Like many a immature ‘ prize wife ’, my illusions of a fancy marriage to a rich older guy had quickly evaporated in the first few month of our union. I sighed, realizing that I had become relegated to simply another one of the many expensive trappings that comprised ‘ weenie's Big Collection of miniature ’.

"I'm thinking about joining a gym,"I offered, trying to break the awkward silence over the good morning meal. Frank responded by holding up a dismissive hand as an incoming speech sound outcry summoned his aid. I seethed quietly to myself, poking at my toast halfheartedly as Frank laughed uproariously at something in his headphone conversation. I looked up expectantly, hoping he might share the humor, but he turned away in his chairperson, checking the clock on the paries and chuckling again.

Suddenly I flinched as I felt a moth-eaten wet wind goad at my knee. I heard a lull whine from below the kitchen board. I reached down and petted Shindo, our purebred Akita. As with everything else we owned, the big dog had set weenie back a small fortune. Yet Shindo was pretty a great deal my dog since I was the but one who gave him any attention. The carload of money Shindo had cost had done zero to check a well-behaved fauna. He was overly industrious, with a penchant for getting into anything and everything. One of his most annoying traits was that he would throw a bee-line for any unprotected seawall, sniffing and prodding with his cold wet nose into the most intimate of places. We had to be on changeless precaution against his embarrassing trick if we had guests in the business firm.

But as I sat there at the kitchen mesa, marveling at the luxury wagon train wreck my life had become, I was suddenly struck with a very spicy and rebellious notion. I smiled pleasantly at hotdog as I meticulously buttered a slice of my pledge. Under the table, I allowed my legs to persona. Shindo was spry to seize upon the opportunity and I felt him writhe his way between my legs. Still dressed in a bathrobe, I closed my naked thighs down in a welcoming embrace around the eager Akita, stifling a playful squeal as I felt his snout prod up against my panty clad crotch.

I squirmed in my stern, unsure of what would happen next. Whenever Shindo was in one of his crotch-diving mode we always chastised him or banished him from the elbow room. Never had the canine been given resign rein, so this was unmapped territory for us both. His warm breath washed across my tight little white panties. I choked back a giggle as his cold wet nose pressed into my pubes, sniffing enthusiastically at the alluring olfactory property he discovered there.

My pump was beating with a combination of concern and lustful excitement. What if Frank noticed something amiss and discovered the risque doggy between my peg ? I couldn't even imagine the embarrassment as I would have to try to explicate myself. I felt a red flush of attaint spook its way up my face. I should put a stop to this immediately, I realized. I chewed nervously at my scurvy lip, and then did the only reasonable thing. I slowly scooted forward to the boundary of my chair, spreading my legs wide and allowing the curious Akita unrestricted access.

Immediately his wet canine tongue caressed my panty-covered vaginal hammock. I clenched my tooth, holding in a lubricious moan of passion. This was already more intimate attention than I had received from Frank in months. I felt my panties quickly begin to moisten, absorbing both spittle from Shindo's energetic spit and the steamy damp oozing from my humid vaginal slit. My soused slippery pussy -- neglected for far too long -- eagerly unfurled its fleshy pink lips. The Akita dug deeper, lured by the irresistible flavor. Pressing his snout harder into my salacious cleft, Shindo worked his rough tongue against the thin cotton barrier, pushing the crotch of my panties up into my snug picayune slit. I gripped the edge of the table with both custody, fighting the need to clobber my legs in reply to simmering sexual itch that were quickly coming to a boil.

The Akita nipped gently at my panty-covered pussy lips and I shuddered, giving in to the inevitable climax. My breathing became irritate and desperate, and suddenly my coxa bucked of their own conformity. The joints of the chair creaked alarmingly, but Frank didn't seem to notice. The brawn in my thigh clenched and trembled as a spasmodic spasm gripped my jackass. Barely in control of my organic structure, I ground my hip in a dim, sensual motion in the kitchen chair as Shindo eagerly consumed the syrupy wetness that flooded through the cotton crotch of my panties. I closed my legs tightly around the Akita's furry head, wrapping him in a have it away embrace as orgasmic wavelet vibrated through the profoundness of my nookie slot. Then, in a terminal spasm, I rocked my head back and pressed my loins eagerly forward against the eye tooth's talented rostrum. My hair whipped in a cascade of blonde and I dared to let my paw slip from the mesa and caress my naked upper thighs. Dragging my digit up over my tummy, I sensuously squeezed my breasts, pinching my ache nipples through the diffuse covering of my robe.

Then -- finally -- I felt the howling whiz in my twat begin to falter. Small post-orgasmic shudder continued to register as Shindo maintained a becalm calendar method of birth control with his talented cunt-licking tongue. Despite his industrious efforts, the floodlight of syrupy fluids poured through my panties faster than he could lap them up. I felt a warm, sticky puddle begin to form on the tooshie of the chair, soaking my scanty from below. The scent of wet cunt butter hung heavily in the air, overwhelming the mundane breakfast smell of chocolate and goner.

"well, time to go,"Frank announced, ending his conversation and rising from the tabular array. I jerked in shock and then looked at him, slack-jawed and with candy eyes, trying to regain from my sexually-induced stupor. He took no notice of my tussled hair's-breadth, red-faced expression, or panting breath as he gathered his keys and briefcase and headed out to his car. I heard the garage door cycle per second and the engine of his Mercedes growl to life. The phone of the car receded as the machinelike garage doorway rattled shut. I sat there at the kitchen table in my cum-soaked panties as Shindo continued to diligently work his clapper in my panty privates. A singled tear rolled down my cheek as I stared ahead into jazz.



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December 6th - Morning

Frank arrived at breakfast, his phone once again his steadfast companion as I faded into the background of his world. I however felt a renewed good sense of excitement."I still thinking about joining that gym,"I blurted, looking to Frank for some sorting of acknowledgment. It was a banner day as he granted me a barely perceptible nod as he pecked out an e-mail."It's one of those all-lady gymnasium, just in character you're care about that,"I continued. Frank's total lack of response suggested that he wasn't overly concerned.

"Well, let's see what sort of goody we have for breakfast today,"I remarked mostly to amuse myself. I suppressed a grin, given that the cattle ranch on the table was the Lapplander fare as every day -- coffee and toast. However, the spreading under the board today was slightly dissimilar. Shindo was uncharacteristically well behaved, sitting patiently under the table. It was almost as if he and I were co-conspirators in our naughty lilliputian clandestine. But as I spread my wooden leg he quietly rose to his base and worked his way between my soft, creamy thighs. Today he found no panty barrier separating him from my girlish good luck charm. Instead he found me moist and expectant, my naked, ruffled pussy rim already unfurl with arousal. Perched on the sharpness of the chair, I spread my ramification, causing my slit to gape undefendable for him. Looking down I saw a drip of my buttery sauce ooze out, trailing down to the floor on a shimmering baloney of vaginal fluid. The big dog intercepted the slowly descending streamer on his tongue, licking his chopper in prediction.

Then Shindo dove into the master course of instruction. His unsmooth wet lingua embraced the sass of my twat, savoring the tasty discharge glistening on my pink soma. Licking me clean, he pulled back, his lower jawbone working as he relished the lingering flavor. As a test, I attempted to distract him with a small quoin of toast. Normally he was up for any little morsel, but the vauntingly canine completely ignored it. He had obviously acquired a preference for the taste of pantry pussy muffin instead. I popped the piece of goner in my mouth and chewed as the Akita pushed his snoot back against my twat. I squirmed as his common cold nose made contact with my clit. His knife teased my heavy little nub of delight and I gave a subjugate gasp in answer. Then his oral extremity slipped grim, working its way into the clutching tunnel of my pussy. cubitus on the table, I interlaced my digit and rested my chin on my hands, trying to maintain a tire face as various column inch of wet dog lingua wriggled up into my tight footling grab.

The Akita attempted to explore every hidden nook and crack of my clutching pink vaginal sheepfold, turning his furry head this way and that to exploit every angle. I had never imagined that a pooch tongue was so incredibly long -- or maneuverable. But it was a discovery that I enjoyed with lustful delight. And then, just as I thought that the canine had finally achieved the ultimate limit of his oral reaching, I felt his furry snout begin to pry its way into my cunt. I gulped in horror, realizing that the animal seemed intent on fucking me with his typeface. I groaned at the wizard but then started to lower my handwriting to pull his schnoz back out of my goofball. But then I flinched, quickly resuming my chin-on-hands pose as Frank looked up and favored me with a uncommon but disinterested glimpse. I reached down with trembling deal and retrieved my cup of coffee, desperately attempting to maintain a normal reflection as a bonnie portion of the Akita's snout tunneled its way into my quivering twat.

I set the cup down in its dish aerial, a rattling stochasticity filling the kitchen as the two pieces of Cathay clattered together under my shaking finger. I squirmed in my chair, trying to accommodate the incredible stretching sensation in my slit. Then Shindo's tongue lashed out once again, digging its way into previously undiscovered part of my lusty have it away sleeve. I could find the wet tip of his glossa deeply embedded, devouring the unenviable firing off that oozed in an unstoppable flow from my sarcoid vaginal embrace. It felt as if the ravening wolf was only a few inch short of slipping his eager tongue into the opening of my uterus. Accepting that mental prototype as a challenge I spread my limber thighs even wider and gently pressed my hips forward onto his snout. The Akita seemed to sense my wanton pauperism, responding with a forceful push of his own.

A glistening sheen of sudation broke out on my brow, betraying the attempt of our obscene interaction. The collaborative usage paid off, and another two inches of furry eyetooth snout were press-fit into my devouring small puss. But then, just as I was expecting his tongue to resume its lecherous explorations, the Akita pulled back, withdrawing his snout from my twat and leaving me gaping and in a desperate state of frustration. Then I heard Shindo gasp a dire breath and I realized the reason for his natural action. The poor pooch was unable to breath with his snout deeply buried in the deepness of my tight wet snatch. The Akita's sides heaved as he replenished his O supply.

I gazed down at the eyetooth with concern but he appeared to be recovering. Then with renewed vigor he licked the heavyset froth of cunt emollient from his jowls and burrowed his way back into my creamy tunnel of luxuria. I bit my lower lip as he stretched me to new terminal point. A suppressed moan of passion almost escaped my backtalk. His gazed up at me with an implicit salmagundi of canid love and lust. His snout was buried so abstruse that his night soulful eyes stopped just short of my widely stretched glistening twat lips. Deep in the depths of my kitty I felt his tongue surge Forth, wriggling and twisting as it burrowed its way into the far reaches of my grasping wet embrace.

Suddenly I trembled, feeling the tip of his wriggling tongue falling out the entryway to a new region of my consistency. The onrush of my orgasm was mental, overwhelmed by the actualization that I had the tip of a naughty doggie spit tickling the entering to my womb. I barely managed to choke back a unrestrained scream of cristal, throttling it back to a barely hearable growl of animalist passion. Then my kitty contracted in a potent spasm and my hip joint bucked in speedy chronological sequence, burying even Thomas More of Shindo's large snout in my alarmingly over-stretched twat. I fought a desperate struggle to hold control of my consistency, 50 I fall to the level flopping like a Pisces the Fishes in the handgrip of my orgasmic contractions. My brass knuckles turned whiten as I gripped the edge of the table and hung on in desperation. I bit my lower lip as my prolonged orgasm caused my pussy to clench down over and over, grasping at the Akita's deeply embedded nozzle and spit. Shindo rode me like an expert, moving with my every clam and twist, unrelenting in his oral examination attention. My second joint quivered in a powerful cramp as I closed them tightly around the oral sex of my furry friend. Finally, with a quiet gasp, I suddenly relaxed as the final stage of my climax was wrung from the flexing tissues of my jackass.

Shindo withdrew, panting and desperate for a renewed influx of air. My pussy gaped shamelessly and a seeming river of thaw cunt butter poured from my open fuck expansion slot. The milklike discharge dripped freely and clung to both of my inside thigh in a shimmering coating. I blinked, trying to focus on Frank as he sat in his chair, still intent on his all-important textual matter subject matter. A growing puddle of simmering purulent cream grew on the storey between my human foot, but Shindo was quick and eager to lap up all the incriminating evidence.

frank rose and headed off to make, forgetful as usual.

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December 6th - good afternoon

After a longsighted shower and a quick dejeuner I gathered up my courage and made my way down to Bumper's, the ladies-only gym and spa I had found. I went up to the comeback and told the female child I was thinking about getting a membership. She introduced herself as Lydia, and told me she was the proprietor. I was impressed since she seemed to be only a few years older than my age of twenty dollar bill. Lydia gave me an in-depth duty tour. We talked about the diverse exercise classes that were offered and she showed me how to use a lot of the weight unit machines, stationary bikes, and treadmill. I liked what I saw, and signed up for a six calendar month membership on the spot.

I had brought some exercise wearing apparel with me, so I went into the locker way and changed. I felt a little stymy, wearing my old"Hello Kitty"sports bra from high school school. But I figured I could buy some new gear wheel once I got a signified of what was considered fashionable around here. Stepping back out of the locker room, I surveyed the Brobdingnagian regalia of gym equipment, not sure where to bulge. There was a Jazzercise class in session, so I went over to watch, just trying to get a feel for everything.

As I was standing there, I suddenly felt a presence following to me. Standing to my right hand was a beautiful redhead, dressed in very short-change shorts and a frayed-out cut-off roll Stones tee shirt. She was in her tardy twenties and stood a brace inches grandiloquent than my five foot five height."I feel like a kid in a candy depot,"she remarked, gazing out on the collection of prancing girls in an regalia of effort, shorts and soaked yoga gasp. I felt a bit self-conscious. I was a snip one hundred and fifteen pounds, but was feeling a bit soft and wiggly compared to the hard, thin bodies on display in the class.

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

"Yeah, hi, I'm Suzy,"I replied, extending my hand."And yeah, low gear day. I'm like a tot up gym virgin, so be soft,"I joked.

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

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

Maggie drifted her attention back to the exercise year for a minute, and then turned back to me."Tease,"she replied."Do you want to come eat my pussy ?"

My lower jaw dropped, thinking I must not have heard her correctly. She saw my aspect of jounce and a red thrill of embarrassment began to creep up her face."Oh my god,"she stammered."I'm so no-account ! You're not one of Lydia's young woman, are you ? It's just that ... Oh, dammit, it's just that you're wearing that ‘ how-do-you-do Kitty'fun bra ... All of Lydia's girls always wear a garden pink ‘ hello jackpot ’. It's kind of like the occult handclasp around here ... So I just thought ... Dammit ! Please, I am so sorry,"Maggie stammered in nervous apology.

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

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

I felt a strange feel wash over me, alike to that sense of uprising I had felt when I first let my doggie Shindo lap my pantie at the breakfast tabular array. I felt butterfly stroke in my stomach as I wrestled with the conflicting thoughts awash in my mind. Taking Maggie's hands in mine, I leaned in close."Shhh ... It's ok."I whispered. A grateful expression washed over her.

I paused, fearing that this was one of those potentially magic moments, and it was balanced on the bound of slipping away forever. I swallowed, trying to gather my courage."I ... ah ... I'm not one of Lydia's ... you know ... girls,"I stammered nervously."But do you think that ... maybe ... you could teach me ?"I swallowed again, feeling a rush of embarrassment rise up my brass. Had I just done that ? Had I just propositioned a tribade at the gym ? Well, I guess that was one way to micturate an concern impression right off the bat. I felt my warmness whacking in my dresser as I looked deep into her eyes, visually pleading for her to not decline me."Please ..."I urged her in a pleading voicelessness."Teach me how to ... to eat out your pretty little pussy."

A widely grin crossed Maggie's face and she nodded eagerly, taking my handwriting in tow and leading me across the gym. After my dog Shindo's awful oral treatment of my pussy this morning, I certainly had a few approximation in my read/write head, but resolved myself to letting Maggie teach me the proverbial ropes.

Reaching the forepart desk, Maggie asked Lydia in an excited whisper,"Can we get a key to a massage room ?"Lydia looked at us in confusion."A case of mistaken identity operator,"Maggie explained, gently tracing her finger across the ‘ Hello Kitty'mental image printed across the left hand white meat of my sports bra."But we got it sorted out, so now Suzy here is officially ‘ in training ’. You two can talk later and play out the details."Lydia scowled, shooting Maggie a disapprove spirit. Then she reluctantly handed over a key, saying nothing. I could tell she was not thrilled about Maggie's unsolicited recruiting efforts.

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December 6th - Later that Afternoon

"First sentence with Maggie ?"Lydia inquired with a knowing smirk as I approached the front counter at the gym about an 60 minutes later to return her key. A flush of shame rushed up my expression.

"First time -- with any girl,"I whispered, running my finger's breadth through my wet and matted hair. Lydia gave me a knowing smile, having apparently gotten over her earlier vexation."That girl is a bit of a squirter,"she acknowledged with a prankish smile. I let the understatement stand without further remark, looking down at the panoptic, wet splash of female interjection that stained most of the front of my sports bra with Maggie's signature scent.

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

"I think so,"I acknowledged quietly, trying to push aside my subconscious mind mind as it offered up words like ‘ Lesbian, prostitute, and whore ’. Checking around to see if anyone else was within listening distance, I continued."Maggie paid me sixty dollar bill. Your cut for anything that happens at the gym is one-third. Anything outside the gym is my own business. If I'm wearing anything with ‘ Hello Kitty ’, it means I'm ‘ working'that day. If anyone starts asking snoopy questions, I'm out, and you don't know nothing. Oh, and the client is always right."

Lydia gave a slight nod of her straits as I recited each point from memory."Clever girl,"she praised, gesturing towards my smattering of bills with a film of her digit. I peeled off the least steamy twenty dollar sign bill for her and tucked the remainder into my pocket."Welcome to the gym,"Lydia offered

Just then Maggie strolled by, a leaping in her step and looking immensely satisfied. He gave my ass a playful slap as she passed. She paused, leaning over counter with a whisper to my new ‘ political boss ’."That's a prise little cunt, there Lydia. You put that girl and her magic knife to work on for you !"

I blushed fiercely at the compliment and gave her departing design a wave as the figurehead threshold banged shut. I turned and headed for the cascade, realizing that I was going to need to adorn in a completely lot more ‘ Hello pot'physical exertion clothes if I planned on presenting a impudent show for each new customer during the day. But for today there was nothing to be done but simply muddle through. I went back over to the exercise room, seeing what new attention I might draw in the crowd of girls ...

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December 9th - Morning

Frank left too soon this morning, not having bothered to evidence me in advance about a week-long business head trip he had scheduled. I couldn't find the motivation to get up for breakfast, thinking I would just sleep in. But I was awakened with a soft canine whine. I turned on the nightstand spark and there was Shindo, his eyes just visible over the edge of the bed, looking at me with an expectant wag of his tail. The big Akita had definitely become a fan of our new morning routine and after an inexplicable postponement he had come up to see when his sunup breakfast"goody"would be delivered. I groaned and rolled over, reaching out to leave him a lazy scratch on the neck.

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

Shindo barked and lunged at me teasingly and we tussled in the concealment. I shrieked in surprise as I tumbled from the bed, dragging a tangle of binding, pillows, and a barking Akita with me as I fell. Laughing I squirmed to disclose myself from the snare of the blanket wound around my legs. As I struggled to get onto my mitt and knee I suddenly felt a heavy weight Edwin Herbert Land on my back. Shindo wrapped his furry front man paws around my naked body. I felt something rigid and fleshy prodding insistently at the cotton privates of my scanty as the large Akita jostled for stance on my upturned can. I glanced over at the full length mirror on the W.C. door, seeing Shindo mounted on my back. His furred haunches ground against my firm little panty-clad prat.

He pulled back for a mo and I gasped at the reflected image. The Akita was sporting a huge erection ! It was every bit of eight inches in distance, and looked to be as thick as my radiocarpal joint. A retentive, slimy drib of pre-cum dangled from the fleshy tip. Shindo turned and looked at me in the mirror, our eyes meeting and locking in a meaningful exchange. Now I suppose that any venerating girl will differentiate you that she would have immediately put a stop to this obscene exploitation. Honestly, I'll believe that when I see it. My internal secretion were raging from my tribade coming upon at the gym over the retiring several days. I had been too long ignored by a delinquent husband. There wasn't even much of a lesson quandary. One way or another, I was going to get my birthday fuck !

Straining against the Akita's body exercising weight I managed to spring up to a kneel place. Shindo kept his front paws tightly locked around my rib John Milton Cage Jr., hopping awkwardly on his hind stage as I shifted position. His furry hand clamped possessively around my body, just underneath my belittled firm teat. My teat were perked into rigid little overweight brown nubs of lecherousness. My finger's breadth frantically reached for the girdle of my scanty, dragging them down to my knees and exposing my rapidly moistening pussy. With a grunt I dropped back down onto my hands and knee joint as the vast dog's weight once more settled down onto my back. Shido squirmed, maneuvering himself into place. I wriggled my hips in invitation. Carefully the Akita maneuvered the tip of his cock into alignment, finding the possibility to my quivering bozo and easing himself just inside.

With refined motility, Shindo pressed himself forward. Nearly half his rooster slid into my puss with a delicious rubbing. I groaned with passionateness, clenching my vaginal muscles, causing him to slowly bray to a stay. He issued an excited barque, thrilled to name that his human female friend had a wonderfully squiffy and fuckable twat. He withdrew, fighting against the greedy, grasping embrace of my humid have intercourse burrow. Only the tip of his cock remained embedded as he steadied himself. Then with a forceful lunge he thrust up and into me. I met him with a sensual response of my own, urgently rolling my hips up and back. I grunted under the impact, my naked ass face flattening as they pushed up tight against his furry haunches. With that vigorous thrust he was fully hilted, his entire round ball sack pressed up tight against my vaginal back talk.

He paused, jostling on my back as he adjusted his stance. Then, as if by common unvoiced understanding, we both built up to a furious footstep. He pounded me like a machine, his haunches a blur as he thrust and withdrew in a cycle of brutal, punishing fuck thrusts. I moaned like a whore, bucking my hips frantically as I clenched my vaginal muscles, milking the length of his massive shaft. Our intimate mating was savage, animalistic, and exactly what I desperately needed. I felt him grip down harder around my rib Cage, betraying the urgency of his motion. His jaws latched onto a patch of my recollective light-haired hair, yanking my mind backwards and causing me to curve my spine downward in reply. My hips rolled upward, pressing my quivering twat harder into his loins. My puss brim rippled, clasping his pistoning cock in a tight, loving embrace. Vaginal fluids drained from the tight seal between my lips and his prick. A truelove trickle oozed out and splattered down into the panties spanned between my knees. Soaking through the thin cottony material they began to spread a wet stain into the pricy Oriental rug beneath me.

Shindo lunged forward and held his locating, every finale shudder column inch of his monumental putz socketed deep in my grateful piffling pussy. He issued a silence whimper and then I felt his tool naut mi start out to swell inside my twat. It was the vital moment. If I expelled him now I could relinquish myself from this punishing sexual skirmish. But I knew if I delayed, my portion would be sealed. Cunt and canine would be coupled together until he unloaded his balls into the depth of my womb. There was really only one choice in the matter. I lowered my grimace to the carpet in a submissive stance, pressing my hip back against him unvoiced. The stripped nerve of my firm rump flattened as I ground myself against him. I clenched down tightly with my pussycat, making sure he had no fortune to turn tail. My naked second joint trembled with big lust as I felt his slub extend to well. My puss strained with the massive stretching, the lips of my snatch bulging outward around his round, sarcoid anchor. His naut mi swelled to its maximum size, throbbing ominously within the straining sassing of my slit. I was securely mounted and cypher could separate us now.

Shingo let go of my hair and raised his principal towards the ceiling. A extend ululation filled the room, accompanied by my eager squeal of passion. I felt his nut pull up tight against the widely splayed lips of my snatch, contracting in a powerful spasm. His cock swelled alarmingly within the confines of my stringent little pussy as a thundering encumbrance of hot dog cum raced down the length of his shaft. I gasped, feeling him explode inside me. A geyser of doggy sperm cell rocketed into my vaginal burrow, a tidal wafture of frothing goo crop-dusting and splattering every last nook and cranny of my quivering pussy. I shrieked, feeling my cunt convulse in a powerful orgasm. My rippling vaginal muscles clamped down tight on his invading shaft, milking him in a mightily traction as his cum cannon unloaded his bit eruption into my core.

My orgasm raced through my body. I clenched my teeth as my vision blurred. My thighs and tummy shivered with lustful delight as my cunt lips seemed to writhe with a psyche of their own. I even felt my tight minuscule shit pucker in and out in a rhythmic series of orgasmic contractions, gaping heart-to-heart and then clenching tightly shut as I shuddered and gasped for breathing place.

Shindo thrust again, raising my knee off the floor with the personnel of his lunge. A third outpouring of dog cum was forcefully delivered into my pussycat. I felt the delicate tissues begin to stretch, filled to the limit with an overstuffing of cock and cum. The Akita's peter swelled once Thomas More, quivering in the traveling bag of my orgasmic vaginal embrace as his clump pumped furiously. With no infinite left within my pussy, his scalding gusher of cum boiled over into my womb, coating my innards with a soothing glaze of his gummy love potion. I was absolutely full to the brim. Shindo bucked his haunches again, seemingly tireless in his movement to come in his gooey seminal fluid into every last scissure of my cunt. But I was finally overloaded. I felt my breadbasket crestless wave as his stopcock pulsed, launching ever more farseeing stringy ropes of churning cum into my cunt. The seal of approval of my clutching kitty backtalk around his throbbing cock gave way and a cascade of frothing cum and vaginal juice gushed Forth River, splattering obscenely into my soaked panties and onto the now ruined imported rug.

Shindo gave one final exhausted jab and more run of our mixed pick drained from my exhausted puss. Then he collapsed on my back, both of our sides heaving as we desperately fought to retrieve our breathing space. As his breathing finally resumed normal he gave the dorsum of my neck a serial publication of loving licks. Then he attempted to get off. I held him firm, clutching down tightly with the warm bosom of my cosy puss, not wanting to lose that wonderful sensation of fulfillment. He conceded to my desires, resting heavily on my back as his cock international nautical mile slowly subsided in the grip of my vaginal bosom. I felt his powerful warmness beating and my own acquired his cycle, throbbing as a single coupled beast. After what must have been nearly half an hour his gnarl had finally deflated down to formula size of it. There was nothing I could do to turn back the retreat of his softening cock as it slithered from my tender kitty-cat. A cascade of sticky fluid poured from my gaping fuck hole as he withdrew, adding to the hopeless stain on the rug beneath me. Streams of our mingled discharge oozed down my nude thighs as I basked in the fading afterglow.

Finally I rose, brawn aching from the awkward positioning. I dragged the cum-drenched panties the remainder of the way off my branch and took a retentive soothing shower. I toweled off, feeling my pussy continue to drain. I glanced at my cast aside pantie on the floor, soiled wet with dog cum and vaginal goo. With a perverse good sense of honour I tugged the used scanty back on, wriggling my rosehip to firmly sit them. The steamy wet privates paste itself securely to my still tenderise vaginal mound. I inhaled deeply, savoring the odour of spent sex as it enveloped me in a heady swarm. And then, throwing on a duet of sweats and an old tee shirt, I went out to the mall, looking to encourage expand my inventory of ‘ Hello kitten'workout clothing with some well-deserved natal day shopping.

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December 9th - Afternoon

After an former lunch and a shower bath I finally made it to the gym. Numerous birdcall of"Hey Suzy !"began to ring out before I even made it to the edifice. I grinned and waved to them all. I had only been here a week, but I had never felt so welcome and at home anywhere in my lifespan.

Inside, Lydia greeted me at the front desk. I settled up my story with her from the late day, realizing that I had managed to pocket over six hundred dollars yesterday, even after paying out her per centum. It certainly didn't seem like ‘ work ’, I thought with a smiling. The notion briefly crossed my thinker that I was no longer entirely dependent on Frank's money for my existence.

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

"fountainhead, I did wed one,"I offered in an unsettled smell. Lydia laughed heartily in answer.

But then her saying turned back to the serious. She licked her back talk, pausing in an uneasy silence, trying to choose her words."I've had some ... ‘ limited petition'from some of the ladies at the gym ..."she began, trailing off at the end. I cocked an eyebrow, curious as to what she was tap-dancing around. Taking a deeply breathing spell, she forged ahead."We used to bear a lady friend here who had a exceptional talent that our premium guest really miss. She was ... well, she had a bit of ... of an anal fetish. So they were wondering if you ... I mean, no force per unit area, if that's not your thing, but I just thought I would throw it out there ..."She stopped there, looking at me expectantly.

I looked back at her, trying to process the scatter selective information."Do you entail ..."I glanced around nervously even though we were safely in her closed off berth."You mean like ... licking young woman'... assholes ?"I inquired in a whisper. My eyes were wide. Why was my sum hammering double-time ? I felt a flush of red wash over my face. Lydia nodded slightly, waiting for me to respond.

"Girls do that ?"I replied in stunned amazement, trying to imagine such a matter."Gosh, ah, Lydia, I don't know ... I mean, I've never actually ... you know ... done that."I replied still in a nervous rustling.

"Had you ever eaten cunt before starting here ?"Lydia inquired with a wink. I shook my head, grinning. My spirit had been painfully boring and normal until just a few daylight ago."fountainhead, you're one of those rare innate talents when it comes to lapping up cunt. I'll bet that hot picayune tongue of yours could work its limited sorcerous rimming out a close little butthole too."

I pondered that, unable to find any flaw in her system of logic."Rimming"I asked in a curious hush, never having heard the terminus.

Lydia frowned, trying to cypher out how to best explain it. Suddenly her locution brightened."Here, I'll show you,"she replied. Stepping to her computer she pulled up the internet and typed in a search for Lesbian rimming. A cascade of links for ikon and video recording filled the screenland. I gasped at the sights, holding my paw over my mouth in shock absorber."pulling up that one !"I urged breathlessly as a particularly pretty pair of female child caught my attending. After an in-depth investigation of various videos and legion photos, Lydia closed the screen, much to my disappointment.

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

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

Lydia considered this, her judgment working as to who might process as a volition tutor. As her mental bicycle turned, I found my gaze drawn down to the rounded beau of her hips. She was wearing a tight, white mini skirt that hugged itself to the bender of her shapely bum. I subconsciously licked my lip, wondering what tall treasure might lay lay to rest deep in the crack of her luscious ass. I could feel my pantie begin to moisten at the thought. She turned to look at me, not missing the way of my unembarrassed stare. Without a word she reached behind her and tugged down the zipper of her wench. The silky garment seemed to pour down her shapely legs, leaving her firm creamy rear end clad only in a narrow thong panty that was wedged tightly into the crack of her ass.

She bent over the desk. I approached her from behind, my heart hammering in my chest. I knelt down behind her, thinking to myself that ‘ kissing your bosses ass'was rarely performed so literally. With trembling hands I reached up and found the narrow waistband of her flip-flop panty. I tugged them downward, dredging the thin band out of the cracking of her ass. The small-scale triangular crotch of the scanty peeled slowly off her vaginal hillock, trailing shimmering streamers of pussy lube that soaked the cottony genitalia. She stepped with one ft and then the other as I worked the panty off her metrical unit. Her senior high dog gave a wonderful airlift to her shapely ass as she leaned over the desk. Freed from her panties, Lydia widened her stance, spreading her business firm, tanned pegleg. Her ass crack gaped undefended before me, exposing her naked pussy. And there, just a scant column inch higher, I found the physical object of my lustful desire.

I had never seen an anus close up before. It was a marvelously cute little feature, framed so perfectly between her creamy white croupe impertinence. The ruck up, wrinkled flesh was a pink brown. The furrow radiated outward from the tightly clutched nitty-gritty, forming a stark little asteroid orifice. I knew from the instant I saw it that I was in love and lust.

I leaned in, working my aspect into the deep cleft of her ass whirl. I used my hands to circularize her cheeks, allowing me to cut into deeper. Without a hint of indisposition I pressed my backtalk to Lydia's puckered little pooper. I heard her gasp with pleasure as I nuzzled her in an obscene kiss. I let my tongue flicker out, teasing and gently probing the incredibly smashed resistance of her rectal portal vein. Applying more pressure, the conflict between my eager tongue and Lydia's fiercely clenched little shit socket began ...

... As I finished, Lydia collapsed across the desk with a net orgasmic cramp. My exhausted tongue finally pulled from its deeply embedded side in her rectum. Wiping my aspect and savoring the aftertaste, I watched with gratification as Lydia shuddered her way through a series of post-orgasmic twitches."I ... I think you just earned your first promotion,"She offered in a breathless voice. I flashed a vast smile in response.

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December 10th - Evening

After I left Lydia's role yesterday, she had enthusiastically spread the word that I was now available -- and highly recommended -- for ‘ scoop Robert William Service ’, to use her terminus. ‘ Ass licking'struck me as such a vulgar sounding way to put it, so I liked her sugar-coating term instead. But regardless of what we chose to bid it, my schedule for today filled rapidly. I had to give an early start to get all the eager ladies worked in. By the end of a very long day, I had seen enough little pink lady rectums up close and personal to last me for a while. But I had well over one thousand dollars in my pouch for my efforts, even after paying Lydia her cut.

I drove home, distracted by the relentless quiver I felt in my ass. I kept thinking of all of those tight little puckers I had spent the day fondling and tonguing out. An expectant grin crossed my face as I pulled into the driveway. I hoped Shindo wasn't too angry with me. I hadn't had prison term to featherbed in our morning romp with him today, so I thought he might be feeling a bit omit. wellspring, maybe letting the Akita wriggle his eager tongue up my slopped trivial twitching asshole was just the bonding experience we needed to patch up things up.

But my lustful illusion came crashing to a halt as the garage doorway rolled up and there was Frank's car. Apparently his commercial enterprise head trip had ended early. I cursed my bad hazard but put on my good pretender smile and greeted him as I came in the door. He gave me a distracted wave and went back to the conversation on his telephone set. An empty container of Chinese take-out sat on the kitchen table. I noted he hadn't bothered to get one for me. Disgusted, I decided to simply head to bed early.

Shindo greeted me in the hall with a friendly barque. But as I stormed past with my irritability edifice, his tail drooped with incertitude. He turned and cautiously followed me up to the bedroom. I tossed my purse onto the bed with an angry movement. The Akita gave a quiet whimper of worry and settled down onto the carpet, his head between his front manus with a sad look, watching me.

Suddenly I realized that I wasn't going to let wienerwurst mollycoddle my eventide. I had planned for a nice intimate time with my doggy, and darn it, that's what I was going to get. In fact, I found I couldn't care less that weenie was right down stairs. I reached under my miniskirt skirt and peeled off my sticky-wet panties. I tossed the undies in the focusing of the dogtooth and he eagerly began to sniffle and solve the drenched and slippery cotton crotch. I discarded skirt and sports bra and kicked off my tennis brake shoe, leaving me dressed in zilch but my pinko ankle socks.

I sat on the bed and then lay down on my back, my ramification draped over the sharpness. I patted my naked thigh and Shindo rose, hindquarters wagging happily. I spread my legs, opening myself as he approached, wondering how I might entice Shindo to lick my ass instead of just my twat. The big canine tooth however had another plan in mind. Reaching the bed he reared up with his nominal head paw, straddling my prone word form. I looked down, seeing his huge hard-on bobbing ominously below his furry belly. The meaty shaft was aligned directly with my loins. He thrust forward, his shit finding my wet cunt and sinking easily into its welcoming embrace. I groaned with passionateness as he began to stroke in and out.

But somehow it just wasn't enough. It wasn't enough with Frank rightfulness downstairs, not saying two intelligence to me after returning from his trip. It wasn't enough after a day of unfulfilled sexual energy at the gym. My tender little butthole puckered back and forth, demanding attention. I tried to resist, but the lascivious urge was too powerful. I squirmed backwards on the bed, moving away from the rapidly thrusting Akita. He pulled back to set up another punishing fuck-thrust, but his cock slipped from my snatch. pounding and glistening wet with my vaginal juice it tucked up loaded under his furry tummy, dripping recollective strands of my viscous sexual lubrication. He whined in dissent, wondering why his pussy-ride had come to a premature end.

I squirmed back into emplacement. Reaching down, I found and grasped his hammer, feeling it quiver in my suitcase. I rolled my pelvis upward, blindly maneuvering the tip of his doggy prick between my leg. I sighed with lubricious expectation as the fleshy tip of his dick eased its way into the recessed pregnant chad of my ass. Shindo paused in doubt. This didn't flavour like little girl kitty. He gave an experimental push. My tight footling rectal gateway trembled, pulsing in and out as his slippery cock knob increased the pressure. I bit my downcast lip, feeling myself begin to stretch. Then suddenly my anus blossomed open and the first few inch of doggy pecker were forced into my reach son of a bitch. The Akita looked at me with an amazed verbalism on his face. What a wonderful discovery to happen that human girls apparently had two snatch he could fuck ! And this second little roll in the hay tunnel was so very much loaded than the beginning ! He withdrew, leaving just the tip of his cock inside me. Then he thrust again. He plowed deeper and I moaned, spreading my legs wider.

Instinctively I brought my legs up, wrapping them around his furry haunches and crossing my ankles over his lower back. This rolled my rosehip upward, perfectly aligning my quivering little rectal gateway with his thrusting dick. He stroked backwards, a mind-numbing rubbing burning within my clutching bowels as dog and young woman flesh skimmed in passing. Then he pounded me with a muscular thrust as I urged him into me with a heroic clenching of my branch. Slowly he ground to a arrest, the incredible parsimoniousness of my anal retentive fuck sleeve rippling along his embedded length. His doggy formal throbbed against my ass and I knew he was fully sheathed inside me.

He stroked out and hammered back in. My thighs rippled with the jarring impact. As my nether opening stretched to accommodate him, the Akita began to find fault up speed. I uncrossed my peg from his vertebral column, returning them to the bed and spreading myself wide underneath him in unfastened invitation. He began to piston in and out at a frantic pace. I desperately tried to fit him thrust for push with my hips, but eventually he out-paced me. I simply lay back on the bed, my tooth jarring with every wolf full-length insertion, moaning with unmindful passionateness.

I felt his cock mile begin to swell, stretching my puckered lilliputian anus to new dimensions as he forced the enlarged reed organ into my rectal clutches. But then I groaned, stretched to my demarcation as he tugged his Calidris canutus back out of my ass. The Akita was lost in a mindless hysteria of butt-fuck lust and all that mattered was the joy of each full-depth stroking in and out of my trembling anal embrace. He drove forward and I barely managed to choke back a screaming as his rapidly swelling shaft knot once again bore down on my tight little bunghole. The Akita scrambled for traction, claws scratching for leverage on the hardwood floor. I felt myself stretched to obscene limits and then, with a wet ‘ pop ’, Shindo's nautical mile was once more stab into my rectum. He withdrew and I felt my anal gateway bulge outward. Tears watered in my eyes and then I grunted as the knot wrenched gratuitous of my prurient anal embrace.

Shindo thrust forward again, grinding his knot against the muscular doughnut of my rectum. My nether scuttle quivered with the strain as the Akita punched his haunches in repeated endeavor to reinsert himself. I wrapped my ankles back around him, pulling besotted and grinding my hips in a rotary move. But despite our combine travail, the grayback had swollen to impossibly huge proportions. The canine let out a defeated whine, realizing the essential error he had made. He frantically continued to thrust, but the vain knot was now hopelessly too large and unsufferable to coerce back into my tight little asshole. We would suffer to do due without being tied.

The panting eye tooth pounded into me with tidal bore, lust-filled knife thrust. His knife lolled from his jowls and his position heaved as the Passion overwhelmed him. In a final desperate motion he pulled back backbreaking on his peter, perhaps intent on delivering one final exam powerful passado in an attempt to forget his gnarl in my ass. But as he withdrew, one rear paw slipped on the hardwood flooring. Thrown off symmetricalness, his throbbing cock slipped barren of my rectal cavity.

He regained his ground and plowed forward with his furry haunches. But released from the guiding channel of my anal fuck tunnel, his putz snapped upward as he attempted to drive home. I felt the length of his hot dig sideslip through the parted lips of my pussy. His knot pressed into the hugging embracement of my vaginal sheepcote but the end of his cock skimmed freely on through. I felt his swing globe contract bridge, pressed up tight against my agape asshole. The big cock shaft swelled and then erupted with a churning fountain of dog cum. The mucilaginous geyser rocketed from the tip of his exposed stopcock, arching upward as it sprayed between his furry front legs. The syrupy trail seemed to flow in the air and then laid itself down, splattering a leaden mess that drenched me from nipple to expression and lathered itself into my hair's-breadth.

The Akita cycled his haunches and thrust forward a second time, his back curving as he committed every straining canine muscular tissue into the effort. The first gear thick hose-down of cum was but a foreshadowing of his indorse effort. His leg trembling, the dog unleashed a monolithic cloudburst of steamy sperm as if blown from a cannon. The initial encroachment caught me full in the boldness, glazing my traumatize expression with an oozing frosting that was layered on thick. As the fauna followed through with his fuck-thrust his prick angled higher, launching the heavy waft of cum above my top dog. It splattered against the headboard with a wet impact and draped itself in sticky, oozing cartroad across the ticket silk sheets and pillows at the school principal of the bed.

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

Seemingly appalled at the superfluous waste material of a massive load of cum, the Akita calmed his frantic pace, hoping to put at least some of his churning milklike expelling on target. He paused just a fraction of second in his frenzied hertz of fuck-thrusts, squatting lower on his haunches as he lunged forward for another attempt. His cocksucker hammered forward, driven by an pressing uncoiling of his mesomorphic haunches. Cum launched from his prick, splattering the attender material body around my slowly constricting anal retentive gateway, giving me a brief forewarning of his impending entry. The tip of his spewing peter irradiation made contact, perfectly centered, and battered its way through any hints of fleshy anal resistor without remorse. I moaned, feeling the full length of his cock once again stretch my rectal passage. Cum frothed from his pricking as he buried himself up to his nautical mile, soothing the burning friction in my ass with a rattling coating of his canine love life juice.

My climax flared to living as his incision was press-fit into my asshole. I moaned, desperately resisting the urge to squeal with lustful passion. My rippling sphincter muscles clamped down tight on his invading shaft, gripping him in an urgent bosom and pulling him ever mystifying. Shindo withdrew, fighting against the powerful milking activity of my ass. My thighs and tum shivered with spasm of delight. Then he plunged into my steamy rectal depths once more, cock spewing relentlessly as he cored into me. Hot churning cum coated my interior and I felt as if my orgasmic pleasure was causing me to dethaw. Hot flashes erupted across my consistency, causing a glistening lustre of swither to pour forth from my hyper-sensitive cutis. He thrust once more and I bucked my hips, grinding my teeth with the effort and wanting -- needing -- ever bit of him inside me. His Ball contracted against the crack of my ass as I rolled my hips upward to mirror his motion. Panting, the Akita's cock gushed a final examination time and I felt my bowels swell with a warm soothing sensation.

The dogtooth trembled, panting desperately as he held his slowly softening cock in the rippling embrace of my shuddering anal piece of ass sleeve. Then, almost reluctantly, he withdrew. I quivered with post-orgasmic delight as the ennoble friction arose with his departure. With a wet slurp his dog cock slipped from my gawp asshole. Dog cum poured from the heart-to-heart orifice as I sighed with satisfaction.

A exhibitioner would probably induce been advisable, but I wanted nothing more than to savour the afterglow of these wonderful sensations. Shindo curled up on his cover in the box as I turned off the lights. Snuggling my way into the cum-splattered sheets I dropped quickly off to sleep. If wienerwurst noticed anything amiss by the metre he joined me in bed, he didn't trouble to make honorable mention of it.

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Dec 11th - Morning

They say your life history can shift in a day. Today was apparently my day. The morn started off normally enough. Frank even remarked at breakfast that Shindo seemed so very well-behaved these days. Almost as if he was rid of his abundance of neural free energy. I smiled quietly to myself, having some theories on how that might own come about.

My first client of the day was Abby. She was a midget piddling brunette and some sort of hot-shot lawyer. She always hit the gym early to blow of a fiddling steam before going in to work. I was more than happy to aid. Abby's second joint draped over my shoulder and clenched tightly around my head as she shuddered through a sinewy orgasm. Her muscles strained as she shivered, her fists clenched as she writhed on her back on the massage tabular array. Then she collapsed with a satisfied squeal of delight. Her hips twitched as I replaced my tongue with my fingers. I gently eased my in-between finger into the depths of her hot little shitter while my thumb wormed its way into the depths of her slippery snatch. Her hand closed gently over mine, urging me deeper. Slowly I twisted my wrist in a carnal, circular motion as she purred in response. She sat up, running her finger's breadth through my hair and pulling my font to hers. We kissed, tongue wrestling as I shared the mouthful of her sweet little ass with her.

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

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

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

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

Abby looked attentive, asking me how I knew. fountainhead, I don't really sleep together how it happened, but one narrative led to another. Before I knew it, I was spilling my sand to her, telling her every sordid point of my outrageous lifespan with weenie, and even my intimate experiences with my Akita. I half expected her to react in impact. But then -- only moments sooner -- I had my tongue wriggling deep in the clutching confines of her rectum. So perhaps her first moment of my morals weren't all that eminent to begin with. Embarrassingly, I ended up with my fountainhead in Abby's lap, crying as my stories poured out of me while she lovingly stroked my hairsbreadth.

Finally I rose, apologizing to her for making a panorama as I looked down at the floor in shame. She put her finger under my chin, raising my regard to meet hers."I think I might just suffer a perfectly grand solution to ever last bit of this,"she promised with a smile.

I tried to get her to explain, but she asked me to simply hope her. She asked if I could do that. blinking away the binge, I slowly nodded. We gathered our things and she led me to the parking lot. She triggered the remote on her keys and a white Bugatti blinked its lights and chirped in reaction.

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

She shrugged dismissively."One of them,"she replied."My husband Dillon likes toys."I couldn't help but think that it sounded alike to my husband weenie. But the way Abby looked when she talked about Dillon made me surmise that their relationship was far more incontrovertible than my own. We rumbled through the streets, finding our way to an exclusive gated subdivision. Crossing through a second logic gate put us on what first seemed like another residential street. But I gasped in awe when the roadway ended in a circular drive in strawman of a vast mansion. Leaving the car in the drive, Abby invited me inside. I was overwhelmed. I thought my husband Frank liked his displays of wealth, but we lived like paupers in comparison. Marble statues lined the huge entrance hall, and the walls of the support room were covered with what I presumed to be original whole kit of classical art.

Abby and I sat down on the white leather couch. All of the furnishings were exquisite, but I couldn't help but notice a tattered corner on the matching lounger, its stuffing spilling out onto the floor."Spencer,"Abby explained, rolling her eyes. My heart fell on a huge Great Dane, napping on the floor behind the chairman. He gave a indolent thumping of his huge derriere in response and then rolled back on his side to go along his nap. Then she took my hands in hers, and explained her architectural plan. My eye went wide-cut as she laid out the details ...

... My ticker was pounding as she finished. I bit my lip, pondering this vast alteration to my life-time. Slowly I nodded in agreement. Abby flashed an eager grin."I'm so wind up !"she announced."Now, I will require to check with Dillon to make certain he's ok with this too,"she explained. I waited pensively as she picked up her phone."Dillon, dear, it's me. I'm sorry to nettle you at work, but can your clear an time of day from your schedule and occur menage ? Yes, yes, it's very authoritative. No, I really can't explicate it over the phone. I'll just have to show you, but I think you'll be thrilled ... OK, Sweets, I'll see you in half an time of day. Bye !"She put away her phone."He'll be here at 9:30,"she explained."In the mean fourth dimension, why don't you see if you can't shit friends with Spencer over there ?"I rose and approached the monstrously powerful Great Dane. He surely weighed in at well over 200 pounds. But the big lug rolled onto his back as I approached, his tail wagging happily.

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

I was desperate to do a good low notion on Dillon. I meant to compliment him on what a charming wife he had, and to rave about his fabulous home. Perhaps even say something witty. But alas, all I could deal was a serial of stammering groan,"Ugh..ugh..umff."It wasn't exactly my most articulate mo, but in my defence force, I did let 12 inch of Spencer's soda-can sized dog peter hammering balls deep into my anus like a jack hammer as I lay draped over the armrest of the recliner. Spencer chose that present moment to thrust deep and firmly with a powerful passado, causing me to rise up on my toes. I issued a lustful squeal of delectation as he embedded his cock knot and allowed the grievous organ to swell up to obscene proportions inside the clutching grasp of my rectal orifice.

"Well,"Dillon pondered."Spencer sure seems smite with her. That's a good reference."The Great Dane howled and unloaded the 1st of seemingly endless eruptions of hot frothing dog cum into my quivering bowels as I flailed in the grips of yet another sexual climax. As the profane picture played out, Dillon and Abby sorted out the details.

"She'll be live-in, of course, and will have assorted obligation as both your personal assistant and mine,"Abby explained."I've offered her 80,000 dollar per year to lead off. I know, it seems senior high, but honey -- my gosh -- the girl has gift, that you'll come to appreciate. And as you can see, she's certainly an eagre beaver when it comes to throwing herself into her work."

"Sounds good to me,"Dillon agreed, apparently entirely unconcerned about the money facial expression."She can have her pick of any of the upstair bedrooms."

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

And with that, the arranging of my new exercise and living arrangements were settled. Shaking hands to seal the deal had to await of course, until Spencer finished unloading a bucket of churning dog cum up my ass, and then -- finally -- wrenching his faltering cock slub from the embracing range of my rectal cavum.



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Dec 11th - good afternoon

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

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

Abby gave me a smile in reaction."confidence me,"she offered."I know how to deal with the likes of him."She drove me to my house and we picked up Shindo. early than the Akita and a few personal items, I left everything in the sign of the zodiac, even tossing my car keys on the kitchen table since the vehicle was titled in frankfurter's epithet. Then I closed the door behind me and left for the very live time.

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

Anonymous emails were sent to the"all-staff"address at Frank's study. What school text and email contacts I had for his friends and folk were also included. Each contained just the subject line ‘ Frank's Wife ’, and an attached telecasting single file.

The picture data file was a quality opus of employment. Dillon had some excellent video recording recording train, and Abby seemed a natural with the tv camera. She captured me from every slant, naked and enthusiastically enjoying a vigorous double-penetration from both Shindo and Spencer. Spencer lay on his vertebral column as I straddled him with my pussy. Shindo brought up the hind end -- as it were -- pounding my upturned ass with every inch of his terrific bow-wow shaft. A frothy dual cream pie filling brought the picture to a rousing climax. Needless to say, various hundred copies of the video served to take the steam out of Frank's lust for a fight to keep me. I didn't even care about the personal superfluity. The signed divorce papers popped into Abby's In-Box within the hour, and that, as they say, was that.

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