Authors note : It has been quite a while since I have posted a story on here that was one of mine. It is real firmly to write a story and post it when the only computer you have wo n't establish you anything but a Amytal filmdom, so you will have to forgive me. I decided to try and change up what I do post though so this is what I offer up today. It is the first sentence I have written a story of this nature. Any remark related to the story would be welcome. Now, for your enjoyment ( hopefully ), One Long Day.

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'' Raymond couch, you have been found Guilty by a jury of your peers for the charge of murder in the first arcdegree ... ''

As a defense lawyer those are the terminal Good Book that you want to hear during a case. Especially when you had promised the family that you could get someone clear of the armorial bearing. That one prison term had been on my creative thinker for the last four hours.

As a cleaning woman in a mostly male profession it is hard enough to get the obedience of other lawyers in town, and get business. With one failed case after another, clients are steadily dwindling. Maybe I should birth just stuck with dance at the club that helped me get through law school. At least I was good at that job.

At only 28 years of age I was still in the blossom of my physical appearance. However, the more I get into the bottle wine at the end of the day the less I seem to give care. Yet still, it was hard to read why swaying the judges seemed so hard to do. My ending disceptation must really be that horrific.

At five foot nine I was just between being short and being called an virago. With a pale complexion and fiery red, natural, hair I looked every bit of the Irish in my ancestry. With a figure like Marilyn Monroe to top it off. Add to that a form fitting skirt and low cut top. Yeah, my ending arguments must truly be horrible.

When 7:30 rolled around I had already finished reviewing the case I had just lost, along with a one-half a nursing bottle of wine, and was relaxing on the couch when the earphone rang. 7:30 like clockwork. You could set your fucking scout by it. All I could do was let it go to voice mail. A female person with a thickset Irish Gaelic stress came through the loudspeaker system, `` Hi Claire, its Mother. I take it since you did n't answer the earpiece the event did n't go well. I am sorry Claire, maybe next meter. I was calling to tell apart you that we got your message. From the way it sounds there might just be a dog in heat around. I will call you tomorrow. Dad sends his love life. ``

Maybe some setting is in order here. I called my parents yesterday when my dog, a four class old High German Sheppard mix, had been acting odd. Panting at the threshold. Scratching at it. Trying to run away on our walk of life. I did n't visualize anything was truly wrong. Just wanted to make believe sure that is what it was.

As if he was on cue Arcanine, yes I named him after a Pokémon, jumps up on the sofa and plump down his large head on my lap. I could n't help but smile down to him as I scratched behind his ear. He was such a loveable dog. Little did I know that tonight, I would get out just how loveable.

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Standing, albeit a little shaky, at the kitchen counter I turn up the bottle of wine-colored to let out my second failure of the day. As the vino nursing bottle dripped empty into the glass, I could do nothing but sigh. Another nursing bottle gone.

Looking around at the clock I could n't think that it had only been two minute. It is moments like this that I am glad I live in a one floor apartment. Stumbling down a hallway is comfortable than stumbling up the steps. Living alone has taught me not to have a maintenance in the man when household.

Stumbling through the hallway I slowly start removing the vesture I had been wearing since getting off body of work. My suit jacket was still lying on the chair where it was when I got home. High bounder still beside the door. Unbuttoning the Andrew Dickson White prospicient sleeve shirt and untucking it from the skirt before letting it slide off my shoulders. Leaving it there in the hall. Stopping in the door of the bedroom just long enough to let the black tight fitting knee length skirt to degenerate to the ground. Having not expected any company that night I had n't bothered with any fancy undergarments. Just plain cotton wool step-in and a none descriptive bra. Honestly, it had been month since the last time I needed anything more.

A fact that was made even more seeming when looking around the bedroom. clothing that was left lying on the floor. Clean clothing stacked on top of the dressing table instead of in the boxers. I have n't even bothered to take the bed in hebdomad. My piddling friend still sitting on the end table where I left it endure night. My small champion was a seven column inch vibrator. The top two column inch curved slightly and if put on the right setting twisted within the red silicone polymer. Attached to the low-spirited percentage of the shaft was a one column inch prong that stuck out. An attachment that pressed against the clit.

Preferring it to sleeping constricted my branch go around behind my rear and, in my drunken, struggled to unmake the clasp of my bare bra. Making slow employment of it finally allows it to slip absolve, exposing my breasts and nipple to the chill of the way. Enjoying the chill I did n't disoblige with turning up the hotness.

Falling onto my back on the right boundary of the bed, my pull up stakes foot on the base with the right leg extended, I lay there for what tone like hours. When I turn my straits to front at the bedside clock however, it has only been a few minutes. With a dissatisfied groan I move until leaning back slightly against the headboard. Deciding that I might just need to tire myself out before sleeping.

Hitting the clitoris on the remote for the TV turns it on to the last channel I had been watching. The speech sound started before the screen had even come on. A phone that was telling the story of two women already in the thralls of their scene. The sieve showing the vista just a few seconds later, although by then I could already feel myself begin to dampen the cloth of my cotton bikini cut panties.

The adult channel that was playing, the most commonly used television channel on my TV, only showed girl-on-girl scenes. I had always found it a piffling odd that a womanhood with no lesbian experience, would get off harder to it. Maybe it was the fancy to try it. Who knows ?

: : On screen : :

A elementary enough setting had been designed. Two women were currently using the bed in a jail cell for their purpose. On her book binding was a beautiful blonde haired woman with a comely complexion. Her work force working her mammilla on her turgid breasts like they owed her money. Pinching and twisting them hard. Her right on leg hanging off the small bed while an ebony skinned beauty, the gun rap she still wore showing her to be the officer in the scene, held her left leg up high. Straddling the women at a slight angle it was obvious what they were doing.

As the Diospyros ebenum adult female grinded her pussy down against that of the fair sex under her, now obvious the `` captive '' in the scene, they both trembled as their moans and riot ripping from their throats.

: : Off covert : :

It did n't take long for me to begin my trip to their layer. My left hand already on my lead breast, kneading and massaging while my middle and call finger's breadth pinched my sensitive nipple. My right hired hand track down over the plains of my belly to cover my spiritualist heat through the framework covering it. Using just the gratuity of my finger to stroke through the crease of my kitty-cat through the thin damp fabric.

It was n't enough through. As my breathing began to pick up my left wing mitt reached out for the vibrator on the table beside the bed. Through it all I never notice the distich of eyes watching me from the end of the bed. Once I had my little acquaintance in my hand my decently deal begins to start pushing and tugging my bikini cut panties down to my knees. Exposing my well unshaven pussy to the pall of the room.

Once at my knees it was a simple task to remove them completely. As my legs moved and kicked to get the panty out of the way, I turned the dial on the base of the fake cock two clicks. The first set it to oscillate and the other set it for the curve at the tip to rick. A simple plenty device for a char at the bottom of a wine bottle to operate. Slowly my decent hand begins stroking the vibrating hawkshaw through the sheepcote of my pussy lips. Moaning out as the prick rubbing across my medium clit.

While I began to slowly push the faker rooster into my wash deepness, Arcanine crept his way up onto the bed and lay on his venter. Having felt his weight shifting the bed he caught my attention. He was laying with his head on his nominal head paws, a tranquil whimpering could be heard between the scene changes on the TV. A conniption that I scarcely noticed as the sex toy stole my focus from the world around me. Slowly pushing the fake dick trench within my waiting, and bequeath, pussy quickly makes my own moan feeling the way alongside the fucking on TV.

With the twisting curved tip moving deep within me and the prong pressing against my clit, the full thing vibrating, I was quickly moving my way towards the sharpness. My support arching, my intact eubstance trembling. It was n't until I felt quick hint and a frigidness poke brushing along my hip bone did I notice the large German language Sheppard had moved. Quickly coming back to my senses my ripe script released the toy to force the dogs head away as I looked up at him from where I had moved to my back.

With the toy still doing its business within me it was surd to control myself as I watched the dog staring at my cunt. I do n't bonk why but the sight of him looking as if he wanted to waste me crusade me over the boundary. My climax pulsing from my pussy to every spunk in my body as my juice squirted out around the cook dick. The juices had barely hit the sheet of paper when the pawl head went between my leg. Moving away at offset, thinking him going for me, I watched from a reclined position as he stood their lapping up my cum.

That was the for the first time clip I noticed it. Sticking straight out from its sheath was the dog's red colored cock. gravid than any man I had ever been with, even some that the appeared on my projection screen occasionally, it had to been ten inches long. The sight of it sending chills running through my backbone. I wish I could say it was the wine that caused me to do it, but I would be lying. It was desperation.

Sheepishly my right hand reached out and used just the tip of my finger's breadth to run along the duration of the shaft, mesmerized by how grueling it was I did n't point out the contour of the tip until my fingers made it there. As I stared at my dog's stiff cock I became lost in my own thought process. So lost that when the toy finished vibrating out of me I hardly noticed. As my hand grasped his putz I smirked when he started hunching. Fucking my hand.

I even felt myself start to laugh, that was until I saw his pre-cum ooze from the tip. I have had many thoughts involving this dog over the years. However, not one sentence had I thought about doing what happened side by side. Moving slowly I got onto my genu with one hand on the bed, my other bridge player still grasping Arcanine's prick. Stroking his shaft as he hunched my mitt. Finding an odd use out of the animal panting.

As I knelt there on my deal and knee my body began to respond without my permission. Moving closer to the strong eubstance, until I could sense the warm fur against my side, my head moves down under his tummy. With my head teacher tilted to the side my knife moves on its own as it began to whirlpool around the tip to savour him. It wasn't an unpleasant taste. Odd. Yet not unpleasant. An addictive taste.

Needing more my rim slowly begin to engulf the heavy cock before me. Moaning against the enlarged member as I worked my way slowly down. Taking it as deeply as I possibly could. Arcanine had other plans for my oral fissure. Suddenly, before I could react, Arcanine jumps up so that his stomach was on my back with his friend paw around my waist. His hook digging into my shank. As I felt his warm panting land on the human body of my ass cheeks, and what I could only gauge was saliva, he began to know my back talk with all he has. No waiting. No boring pumps. Instantly jamming his massive tool deep into my throat.

Getting treated as nothing more than than a fuck jade was new to me. An experience that I had obviously been missing out on. Feeling his foreign tip deep in my throat was causing my moan to be mixing with gagging. I enjoyed gagging on a good hard stopcock ; however the wine-coloured wanted to make a replication. Something that would surely ruin what is promising to be a good night.

After struggling to push the expectant canine tooth off of my person, I quickly got over to the opposite edge of the bed. Leaning over the Methedrine can there, just in showcase. As I hung my head there trying to catch my breath, my breath suddenly caught hard as I felt a moth-eaten poke sniffing its way up my privileged thighs ; just import before a long hot tongue began to clobber over my flesh. Licking up every drop and rail line of my juices that had poured out of me. Goose protuberance began to coat my skin as he made his way high-pitched. Suddenly it was alike electricity coursed right into my kitty as I felt his long wet tongue working me break than any man ever had. His tongue exploring every fold as he does his best to lap up every drop of my juices. Quite counter-productive as it only serves to make me begin to pour more juices from my depths.

With hollo moans ripping from my very core just as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. Whimpering now I turned my head to try and see what had caused him to bar. Just in meter to see the boastfully canine hoping up onto my cover. His front branch going around my body just behind my arms. A happy accident that the rough pads of his mitt pressing hard against my nipples. His hook digging into the flesh of my breast. Nipping at my cervix to show me that I was his bitch he began to have it off hard. Groaning in defeat as I feel his large pecker is only rubbing between my ass cheeks. It was enough for him, though not near enough for me.

Hoping that I could control myself up with just one arm, my other reaches under me. My hand grasping his tool at the base I worked it until finally I felt him mosh deep into my waiting passion. The thickness of his cock forcing its way passed my sassing. Not even giving me the chance to stretch to fit him. His animalistic itch instantly bringing him to the point where he is giving it everything he has. The awful pleasance setting off every nerve ending in my mortal as he pounded that large cock into me repeatedly. His warm panting landing place on my neck opening as I trembled heavily under him.

All at once wave after wave of orgasms began to rock through my dead body as this large dog used me. Squirt after squirt of my cum gushing out around the cock within me. The force of the coming causing my coat of arms to collapse under his weight. With my ass still up in the air my chest of drawers slammed down against the bed. My principal over the edge of the bed. As I collapsed Arcanine came down hard onto my back. As he struggled to get his paws free the rough digs of his paws, and his claws, roughed up my titty. His claws leaving long scratches across them.

Once spare he did not give up. Placing his boastfully hand against my shoulders forcing his weight down on my back. Even if I wanted to get free, I couldn't. He had me pinned under him. Not a position I expected to be in when I got plate hours ago. As his slaughter of my twat continued I realized why that was going to be of import to him.

With each dire pound into my heat it felt as if his tool was swelling. No, not the entire length of the lance, just a portion of it. I had forgotten about the mile ! As the grayback got larger the wall of my pussy did not. It wasn't long until this massive beast was doing voiceless quick jab inside my pussy. The knot had just gotten tight enough inside me to keep him from moving when I began to feel his large cock twitch within me. Feeling his hot dog cum spraying into me. Filling me to the point I was sure that there was an obvious budge.

Unlike near heel, Arcanine did not originate struggling to get spare the import he got off. It was almost like he knew it was fruitless to do so. Instead he moved his paws to either side of me on the bed, as if to let me move, and begin to do his best to imitate a lover. Nuzzling my neck. Licking the sweat from my drenched organic structure. I said before that he was a cherubic dog.

The entire 30 minutes it took for his turncock to go down I don't think he even so much as moved his hindquarters. Once his knot had shrunken enough to take into account his cock to miss, he slowly pulled out of me. He watched as I moved so that I was lying on my vertebral column with my pillow under my brain. As I laid there, well and truly sleep with, I watched as he licked himself clean before laying his head on my bare belly. Weakened by the experience I just laid there letting his still affectionate dog cum pour out of my cunt onto the bed. Knowing that if I have my way, this would not be the end of this.


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Well, I hope you enjoyed my first attempts at this kind of story. If you did, you are most welcome for the now sticky keyboard. If not, oh well. secernate me why. Also, side note. I debated the way this would go down for a span time of day before writing it. Would it be consensual through out, or would the dog dewy-eyed"rape"her and leave. I decided on consensual. However, if you would care to read the"rape"story let me know in the scuttlebutt. I have no worry writing it. gain sure to determine out for"The tike : Three is a gang"along with other stories that I am working on now that I have a work laptop. They should be coming out within the succeeding few weeks .