PROLOGUE

This is the story of a mature woman, Deepti Sinha. She lives in the large metropolitan neighborhood of Bombay, Republic of India. She comes from a materialistic Amerindic family and married to a turbulent businessman through an arranged marriage, still a unwashed custom in India and early body politic in the realm. She is a good charwoman, a good wife, and has made it her goal to create an environment of peace and comfort for her husband. It has been a job that she was predisposed to perform even if the effort seemed under-appreciated.

Deepti is a submissive in personality and nature. The solitary problem is that she is still unaware of that and wouldn't know what that is or means if she was aware. All she knows is that her role is to please and swear out her husband in much the same way she did when she lived with her parents and family before her arranged marriage. Her natural impulse to please was of principal grandness to the man's home in guild that he be freed to care himself only with his rising career in business. They believed he was a man destined to succeed and take deferred payment to the family.

Deepti was a virgin at marriage and read little of the intimate reality or its potentiality. As it turned out, her husband, Prakash, had as little interest in intimate relations as she had knowledge of it. Unfortunately for Deepti, though, the consummation of their marriage and the early on years to abide by opened something within her that remained frustratingly unfulfilled by an neglectful husband interested more in his concern elbow grease and vices, gambling and drunkenness, than the significant charm of his married woman. And, despite her elusive hints and flirtations, he remained consumed by former matter. Being subservient, however, she found it difficult, if not unacceptable, to extract her pastime in exploring sex with him.

After 15 years of a c***dless and sexually frustrating marriage, she began to contemplate, fantasize, and think what might bear been or might be if … The if was something she was not well-off with. This story is the geographic expedition she innocently began and found difficult to control.

Hidden deeply inside Deepti was a desire and demand to satisfy and be satisfied in unproblematic mode initially, but in not so simple ways, eventually. But finding the way to satisfy and be satisfied seemed impossible to her. Impossible until her human beings was opened up before her in a very unexpected way.

CHAPTER TWO

For two days, I lived a daily life of self-recrimination and abhorrence. For once, I was thankful that Prakash ignored me so I wouldn't have to hazard everything was okay. When you don't interact except for the barren of communication substitution, the side you put on is of little significance.

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

For two days, I didn't think about anything but my shame. For two days, I remained fully dressed. For two days, it didn't even occur to me that I had so recently been craving sexual sack. For two days I denied my pauperism, my crazed desire, my insatiable craving for the sexual sacking missing from my life for all those yr. For two days ….

Then, it started slowly, almost imperceptibly in my idea. The memory crept into my consciousness that I hadn't LET the dog lick me. The dog licked me, but it hadn't been my determination 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 going. It really wasn't my fault. I wasn't to pick. I didn't do anything …

Then, after yet another day, I recognized my continued need, craving for sexual waiver. That hadn't changed, it still existed. That wasn't my flaw or my doing, either. That was Prakash's error for ignoring me, for cerebration and caring for his line business organization more 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 needs and cravings were as strong as ever, I again succumbed. After seeing Prakash off to work, I returned to the bedroom and strip down completely. I stood in front of the mirror for only a minute, nodded to my reflection, and walked deliberately to the living room window where I stood for five proceedings. I set the timer because I was shaking terribly and knew I would end it too soon. When the timer on my telephone set buzzed, I ran into the bedroom, retrieved my dildo and turned it on to a moderate vibration. I stroked the head over my clit and instantly shuddered in response. It seemed like so long since I had stimulated myself. I needed dismissal so desperately. I jammed the dildo into my puss, which was wet and winking for something to be put into it.

It was quick. It was very quick. After crushing the dildo into my hole, I turned the nob up to the maximum. I used both men, one to throw the hard rubber vibrating phallus in and out while the other alternated between my englut button and each of my pinchable nipples. My orgasm broke over me with a thundery cry erupting deep inside me. My bridge player only paused, though, as my trunk shook. I never even took the buzzing dildo from my cunt, only waiting for some strength and consciousness to return to me. Then, my hands resumed. This time I left the dildo to thrill as my digit tortured my throb button and I twisted and pinched my mamilla. I cried out in painfulness and erotic thrill as my physical structure rose to an even big orgasm. I scream my sack as my legs and arms shivered.

When I partially recovered, I removed the still vibrating toy from my slit and I listened carefully to any sounds in the apartments above or below. I wasn't sure if anyone might be able to get a line the scream or not, but a story was easy to think of. A simple descent while rearranging the shelves in the bedroom closet.

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

I look at my soundbox, my trunk's response, and my thinker is again on track for the exploration I had set for myself those sidereal day before. I look at my body closely as if to see the truth in the tegument, boob, nipples, and slit. I look up into my own center and that is where I see it, the Truth, the validation, and the conclusion. I want it. I need it. I crave it. I want more than of what I started. And, in that instant of inspection, of introspection, I know I am going to go back to the commons. The dog's tongue felt heavenly. It felt rattling. I am going back to the commons and I will jack off outside, again. But … if that dog returns …

Despite my finding, I am still working up the boldness to venture back to the Park. I think I have erased the shame of the dog licking me. That recrimination was reflective of my family, Prakash, and what they would give birth heaped onto me should such an experience be witnessed and reported. I feel the fervour of the peril, again. The thrill of pic and the risk it represents renews me and goads me. My seance of masturbation in the apartment become more patronise and acute. I have used a lot of images and fantasies but none have produced such intense excitement, stimulation, and raw release as now. Now, all my mind can see while the dildo or my fingerbreadth work at my pussy is the dog beating at my wet and gaping bitch. These images, though, don't period so quickly as it occurred in reality before. These images are of the dog imbrication at my drooling cunt as I lay spread before him, my fingers abusing my nipples until he and I bring me to a magnificent sexual climax that is replicated on my bed with the dildo. Any longer, those effigy, those sentiment, have become the craving. It seems completely heedless, not careful, at all. But, I know it is now inevitable.

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

And, I am correct. I return to the Park and my location. I scan around the area and I am virtually alone. I still hear sounds of the great unwashed and k**s in the aloofness, but I am alone in my hidden spot. I push my blue jean and panties down to my ankles to allow even better exposure of my legs and I settle down in the wild skunk. I start urgently with my fingers, but then take a trench breath to calm myself. There is no demand for rushing through this. The lack of the dog is only one element of the experience. I can still be in nature. Where I lie, I look up to the sky. The distant auditory sensation of people, the sounds of birds and the city much further in the distance is both calming and titillating. The sounds of nature are refreshing and calming ; the sounds of city life and people are stimulating, reminding of what I am doing and where I am doing it.

I reach to the side for my small packsack and remove the dildo, turning it onto a low setting. I place the end of it directly on my clit, rotating it over and around the nub. A longsighted shudder runs through my body. I hear rustling in the brush or Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree somewhere. I can't assist myself. I awkwardly kneel, the dildo protruding from my cunt. I slowly set up my foreland to scan around. I see nothing, but I was sure I heard something and the something was big. I kneel as straight person as I can, rising as far as I can without standing. I still don't see anything. Then, it happens, again. A big crash through leaves. I almost cry out, but I can't. My denim are around my ankles, I can't move, much less escape. When I hear it the next time, I am machinate and my auricle trace the auditory sensation. It isn't on the soil but up in the air, which means it must be in the Tree around me. Then, a large war hawk bursts out of a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree about 15 pes from me. It has something trapped in its claws.

I am shaking from the build-up of epinephrine and the sudden relief of not being found. I collapse to the ground in stand-in and, in the process, drive the dildo, still in my slit, deeper into me. This time I do cry out in shock and stimulation. The vibrating head was jammed against my cervix uteri and the entire toy is nearly mob inside me but for the foundation. The wizard is beyond anything I have experienced with the device, the buzzing inside me directly on my internal opening to my womb. I shake, my weaponry hobble as my ass is firmly on the ground holding the headway bass inside me. I climax operose and fall to my back, my middle clenched tightly shut, not a phone penetrating from the outside ; the sole sound is the pounding flush of my twinkling in my ears.

It takes quite a spell for my body to regain. Or, maybe I just allowed a long time to recover, enjoying the surrounding auditory sensation of nature to slowly retort and enwrap me as I gazed back up at the blueing sky and the sounds of the metropolis again rejoinder to me. I am partially defenseless outdoors and I have just had a magnificent orgasm that took my breath away.

As I casually walk downhill to the way, I am distracted by the feelings still fresh in my head, even my body. It isn't until I hear a barque that I look up. There coming over another ridge behind the locating I had been was a dog bounding playfully. I stopped to watch, curious if it is the Saami dog. I couldn't tell from that distance for sure, but it was alike in breed and size. It seemed to be playing, chasing after something on the ground, picking it up and running back over the rooftree. Playing ? That would mean it was with someone. It hits me that the premature time I had the thought the dog looked like a pet, not a stray. It was well cared for and had a collar. I saw nobody that sentence and didn't this time, either. But, there could have been someone just over the rooftree, like the dog seemed to be responding to now.

Again, the next few twenty-four hours 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 epical proportions"after all.

It becomes consuming, again. I not only she-bop to the thought of the dog, but I stand in front end of the mirror, my ramification bed covering as I run my digit over my puss lips where the dog had licked. It is a pitiful stand-in using my fingers, but I imagine them being the tongue of the dog. I rub tough, press on my clit, slipping one and two finger inside. As my soundbox moves closer to an orgasm, I look from my fingers on my slit to my look and eyes. I watch as my eyes slowly lower to snatch, then open air wider and roll back so I see nothing as the orgasm takes hold of me.

I moved quickly to the living room window and brazenly stood almost against the glass as if I wanted the entire world to see how fire my body looked. I was so turned on that my handwriting rose to take clasp of my tits, fondling them and pinching my nipple. As my excitement began to rise up, renewed, one paw slid down my stomach and between my legs. I was lazily stroking my slit and clit when my oculus focused on the Sanjay Gandhi subject Park in the space. Somewhere in that park, a dog might be roaming around. He may be brought to the Park by soul, but he has some freedom of bm. Whoever is with him doesn't seem to stay so close that either of the metre I have seen the dog have I seen a person. Of class, the next sentence might be different. It was another peril. But, trying to meet up with one of the isolated dogs that run wild throughout the city and part would be a far bigger endangerment. They are wild and audacious and unpredictable, even serious. Not only would there be the same risk of being seen with it, but many are said to carry rabies and other diseases. It is rumored that some are even turning a bluish color from toxins they have come into liaison with.

I returned to the Park even more committed. As I began my mounting up the slope from the track, I saw a dog, maybe the Saami dog by the coming into court, sitting at the ridgeline a little further past my hiding bit. As I climbed up to the Lapplander location I had used past sentence, it's insufferable to watch my footing and the dog. When I stopped to look, the dog was gone. When I reach my spot and looked all around to see if anyone was nearby or watching from a aloofness, I still didn't see the dog.

I resign myself to having to be satisfied with masturbating, but this time I decided to add to my experience of flexibility and risk by removing my place, jeans, and panties completely. I was standing in my covered location, peeking through the outgrowth and over them, looking down at the path below and the surrounding area around me. Seeing naught that raised any headache, and no dog, I unsnapped my jeans and lowered the zip. I pried off my brake shoe and, with a final look around, push both my dungaree and scanty over my hips and down my legs.

I had become entangled in my own dress somehow. Something I do routinely had suddenly become complicated. My skinny dungaree and panties were bound up around my ankle. I bent over to labor harder to get them over my feet when I should have sat down and pulled the ends of the jean leg over my invertebrate foot. Instead, I am doubled over, my ass sticking up with my workforce at my ankles and pes working at the fabric bundled in an dogged mess.

When I felt something wet slide over my ass, my mind attempted to switch from the problem of my dress to the feeling behind me. The s swipe of wetness caught me between my thighs and covered the length of my twat. My brain reacted in surprise, fear, and joy all at the same instant. I thought I was alone. I even looked specifically for the dog. Suddenly, as if he were a trace that didn't make any sound, he was licking my ass and cunt. I stumbled forward, falling and landing on the earth, rolling onto my back.

I looked down along my body to see the dog sitting at my tangled understructure. Again, it seemed like the Saame dog with the same well cared for and well-trained demeanor. I could see a laurel wreath hanging from the pinch, but I couldn't make out what it said. This was definitely a pet and it didn't have the face of a pet who was lost. I struggled to my stifle and looked around the area, again. If this was a pet, its proprietor might be nearby. Or, perhaps the owner brought the dog out here to run and chase after rabbits and such and was trained well enough for it to rejoin on its own. The ruler explicitly required all dogs to be on a leash, but that was only a rule and people flaunted rules all the time.

I was leaning forward to peer through some branches when the dog did it, again. His wet snout bumped into my spread thigh and the tone, more than the bump, caused me to fall forward, again. This time I fell through some branches and the audio was evident. That, of course, meant I had to scan around the expanse all over, again.

When I settled back down on my butt, I watched the dog as he watched me. My optic drifted down his body and he was very definitely a ‘ he ’. Underneath his belly was a gravid sheath with a reddish tip poking out. The coloration was only the first thing that seemed dissimilar about it. My sole experience with hammer was Prakash and that narrow experience and former oddment became evident here. I didn't know the dog's hammer would be different, but it was.

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

I had my opportunity in strawman of me, sitting quietly, patiently. And, there I was, my dungaree and panties down at my ankles, my skid off to the side of meat. And, I was outside where I wanted to be. I leaned forward, trying not to do anything that might fright the dog, and pulled the jeans from my feet, then the panties. I piled them future to my shoes and patted my thigh as the only way I could think of to attract 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 live him just a footling, 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 tiger and given my consideration, the epithet 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 alarm or concerned, it was just nervousness. I was about to do what I had dreamed about since the hold up shuddery encounter.

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

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

I leaned forward and his knife came out quickly and licked my face from my mentum, over my lips, and to my poke. I giggled. Maybe he understood more than I gave him mention for. I took a deep breath and lay back to the ground. He was between my legs and I spread them further. This was strange for me, too. I had never had anyone, or matter, poke or buss me there. He and I were both going to be discovering affair here. I took another deep breath, wanting very much to do this, but at the same time not believing I was about to do this.

On my backrest with my legs wide open, I closed my eyes, and silently prayed I would not be attacked or mauled in the cognitive process of whatever happened following. I lifted my articulatio genus and spread them out the way I had been doing before when I masturbate with the dildo. I knew I am wet ; I have been constantly. I raised my capitulum and looked at the dog. His snout was sniffing and I knew he was picking up my smell. As his top dog lowered toward my fork, I sucked in a lung-full of air. I held my breath in anticipation. My head still up, I watched with turmoil and disbelief. His schnozzle was right there. I felt the air he expelled from his nose over my puss lips. It sent a chill through my body despite the warmth of the day. I put my head back and moaned at the sensation, but when his tongue came out and licked the full length of my cunt, I groaned and moaned over and over as his glossa greedily lapped at my sex, which I was for sure was leaking fluids and providing him with more incentive for licking.

I was quickly beside myself with the ace 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 listen the plane above, see the airplane ; I could hear the razz nearby, the faint hum of traffic on the expressway near the parkland ; I was outside. My dead body was rising to an sexual climax ! Outside ! By a dog ! A dog was the first Male of any variety to solve my snatch. And, it was wonderful.

I wanted more. I wanted it to never end. I pulled my knee up to my dresser, pushing my knees to the sides, completely and vulgarly exposing my snatch to the thirsty tongue of the dog. I never felt so wanton, so vulnerable, so display, so at endangerment … and I never wanted it to end.

But it was about to. My orgasm was rising to an unbelievable tallness. I felt like I might explode from my cunt outward. I clawed at my tee-shirt and bra, my finger's breadth struggling to get underneath to comminute my pap, to purloin them, and to twist them. The pain was delicious and added to the rising sentiency from the lingua, that wonderful tongue. Then, it happened. My ramification started shaking and flexing like wings of a struggling grounded dame. When my orgasm crashed over me, I thrust my rosehip into the air as if that action might somehow create a more intense striking 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 dungaree and shoes. I quickly got dressed, tying my shoes before fully pulling my jeans up. I stood and looked around nervously as I fastened the snap and zip. I smoothed my hair and brushed the grass, leaves, and dirt from my clothes as proficient I could. I looked around again, then exited my spot, worried that individual might get heard the cry and come to investigate.

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

CHAPTER triad :

Again, the after-experience of what happened in the common consumes my existence in several ways. Not the to the lowest degree is the overmaster sensory effect that exceeded anything my resource could anticipate. But, close behind those emotions was the temperature reduction awareness that the dog was not there alone, that his proprietor had been nearby.

In short, the experience was EVERYTHING I could have hoped for at the time ! I achieved a mind-shattering, body-shaking orgasm that wasn't self-induced. In fact, it was the unspoilt, most intense, stunning, and consuming orgasm of my life. And, something I had never experienced, I was the sole attention of a male while having any sort of sex. The dog … a dog ! … was the first Male to fully concentre his efforts on giving me sexual delight. Whether, in reality, the dog was really focused on an travail of giving me an orgasm or merely enjoying the scent and leakage coming from my twat, the result was the same. The dog gave to me without the condition that I was expected to return to him in any way or form. My whole experience previously had been the duteous effort of marriage for the production of a fellowship. The idea of sex merely for its own delight, sharing, joy, and idolatry had been unknown. A dog showed me what the sex act could be.

But, there was also the chilling effect produced by hearing the whistle and seeing Sheru's prompt response. There could be little head that the whistling was intended for Sheru. The issue, though, was that the someone behind the whistle appeared to allow the dog important freedom to wander on his own. The hazard of others in the common finding me during any such activeness was suddenly minimized by the question of the person who was calling the dog.

I was a woman on firing, though. That vision and memory consumed not only every sentence I masturbated but became increasingly unmanageable to moot any early course of action mechanism in my new twistedly erotic consideration. I became slightly abusive of my own body. Standing before the mirror, it was as if my thoughtfulness was taunting me to action as I twisted, pinched, and pulled my mamilla. I did the Saame to my clit, those essence throbbing from the belligerent attention I gave them while my eyes focused on the action, my middle seeking the eyes of the cleaning lady in the mirror as if I was beseeching her to stop. But, it continued and grew in very small-scale steps. I attached clothespins to my teat as I shoved the dildo into my cunt. Who knew painfulness could be so tempting, erotic.

There was naught to do, I realized, but to experience more than and I found the increased risk of picture, being found, was increasing the intense desire to do something more.

Something more was the key. I could easily go back to the common 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 chills down me that day when I questioned if the dog's owner was keeping it from coming to me. Did the proprietor know I was there or was it merely a coincidence of timing ? And, if it was timing, then the dog might come to me and the proprietor come shortly after. The mentation 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 volute of need and craving, the end of which I didn't understand.

This took clutch in my idea increasingly. What could I do to experience new elements of danger without involving the dog or brazenly being naked or nearly so in park ? I had previously gone out for walks in the neighborhood around the apartment without underwear on. That was thrilling at the time, but in consideration of what I had done in the Park, it was very safe. I considered how I could see that character of experience to another tier. I came up with wearing one of my sarees with only a top. I had several that were semi-sheer and others that were solid. As I considered the musical theme, I wondered if a semi-sheer was too much of a hazard. Of course, putting dynamic thought into the idea had the predictable issue of pushing me in that direction.

I went outside wearing a saree and focused on where I might take the air, sit, pass shops, etc. I watched myself in Windows of shop class and any mirror I might get in spite of appearance shop class. Wearing a sari in India is commons and lifelike. There is no more thought to it than wearing a frock in Western countries. A sari, though, is not anything like a dress.

The sari is essentially wrapping a length of fabric around your body. Normally, the wrap is over a form-fitting top, which is over a bra. Below, a half-slip over step-in is hold out. In a normal coating, wearing both top and petticoat, you hold the sari inner end with the left hand, making for certain the bottom is at trading floor level, tucking the top delimitation into the half-slip. The saree is passed around the front while maintaining the Saami altitude to the floor. Keeping the top bound level, tucking a short into the underskirt to keep the sari firmly in place. Pleats are formed by folding from the right and tucking the edge. Tucking the pleats into the petticoat, the pleats should return straight. Then, bringing around the sari, holding it to the right and passing it to the leftfield, arranging the moulding evenly. Then d**** it over your go away shoulder allowing the end spell to fall casually.

It is often, if not generally, worn with a bare mid-drift. I studied it in the mirror. The way it is outwear and knack, 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 underskirt. I was curious, though, about air current. I retrieved a storey fan and arranged it near the mirror. I took the sari off and removed the petticoat. How do I do the tucks without a half-slip ? Perhaps by just using a dilute smash ? I put a slight bang at my pelvic girdle, then put the saree back on. It takes several minutes and I was thrifty to make the tucks secure each time. Having rapier consecrate way without a petticoat would be most embarrassing. Once completed, I turned the fan on at a low velocity to try out a formula lead velocity in the streets due to curve and motortruck and gondola. As I turned, it was possible for the flexure to rise up when the air caught it just right. I found, though, that for my ass to fully show, I needed to need the crease by bridge player and deplumate it across the back of my leg. It was an dilate effort, but it was possible to do and it involved several risks depending on the tucks, the security of the belted ammunition, the wind, and the material.

I knew where this was going, too. The danger were all manageable and that was becoming impossible. I needed the element of risk. I needed the constituent of not having everything within my control. I elected to use a semi-transparent sari material. Normally, it is worn over an rarify top or fashion bra along with a patterned petticoat since some of it might be visible. The sheer sarees are very much worn with fashion tops and bottoms.

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

I knew where I wanted to walk. It was very populated with old and Lester Willis Young and quite a busy. It would be perfect. I live in the Sunder Nagar district which is bordered by New connection Road to the Rebecca West and Swami Vivekanand Road to the Orient and Goregaon - Mulund Link Road to the S. Between these is a territory known for educational institutes including schools and colleges.

Sunder Nagar is mostly Hindu ( 75 % ) and the residual is mainly Muslim. There are bakery and other shops in the expanse. I intend to centre my walk along Sunder Nagar road past many shops, a school, and several colleges with my terminus being the Sunder Nagar Garden. This is a large jet infinite with activities for all ages. A playground for Brigham Young c***dren and crime syndicate and football, cricket, and badminton cause for teenagers and Pres Young men ( mostly ). There is a walking rails of 600 meters.

When I exited the building, I was immediately hit with the spirit of pic. Whether or not I was mattered little. The people who looked my way as I merged onto the walk of life I was convinced were seeing through my saree below my waistline. The foster I walked, the more comfortable I started becoming as I found the the great unwashed coming toward me were not staring transfixed at my seawall. But, the the great unwashed behind me became my business organisation. I noticed that even I tended to comment the backs of hoi polloi because your choice are restricted when surrounded by others.

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

I walked the entire Sunder Nagar Garden grounds and spent most of my time away from the family area, just in sheath. There was a mathematical group of untried men playing football and others standing along the sides watching. I surveyed the area and choose a spot away from the action but near enough to be watching. I looked around to determine where people were, then reached behind and pulled the saree fold across the back of my legs to expose my ass and legs. I felt the air move over my bare skin and it felt so wicked. It was what I felt at Sanjay Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi Park, but this was a populated, busy area. I quickly dropped the crease back in property, fussing with it to be sure as shooting it had fallen completely.

I was literally dripping when I returned to the apartment. I knew, someday, I would exact the chance to do much more. How I would fuck to be naked under a semi-sheer saree. But, I could never do such a thing. I had enjoyed it so very much and continued for so farsighted that I was running out of fourth dimension for having dinner make when Prakash returned from work. He was meticulous in his timing, always where he intended to be when he intended to be there. He insisted his spirit run a set and predetermine grade and schedule. To him it was everything. I was realizing how stifling it was for me. I was feeling to a greater extent and more stifled by this life and existence. I had this personal expected value to process, but there was less and less to yield. My life was becoming an dateless repetition of mundane tariff. The only things he wished from me was Captain James Cook, clean, and allow a jittery environment for him when he returned from his study. My newfound erotic cravings were making this world seem to a lesser extent and less tolerable. I also knew, though, there was nothing to be done about it. It was my life story. It was the life I was given to induce, to suffice my husband. If I somehow managed to recover other pleasure, no topic how thrilling and engaging they might be, I had trivial substantial choice in spirit than the place I had.

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

I was shocked by what I found on the internet. I searched for information on dog rooster and found passel of that. I found scientific selective information about the average of cocks based on breed and size and similar information about human male that included comparisons based on ethnicity. There were dog cocks every bit as big as the medium size of men. But, as I found just by looking at the tip of Sheru in the Park, the shape and use of dog dick were very unlike. Not the least of the difference of opinion was a bulbous formation at the base of the cock that was standardized to a ball. I was intrigued that it was an evolutionary effort to improve insemination of the female dog by locking the two together when the mile had swelled inside the female.

I sat back and looked at the moving-picture show of the dog cock, my focus continually diverted to the knot. I wondered if that burl wasn't painful. My curiosity led to a modification of the lookup. I was odd if there was anything showing dogs fucking and possibly with a human cleaning woman. I don't lie with how I could be surprised by anything I found on the internet, anymore. There were pages of search results. I found pictures of cleaning lady penetrated by wienerwurst, their cunts distended by the knot inside. I went to regain my dildo, turning it to a eminent setting, and inserting it into my own cunt before continuing my review on the computer.

My next venture of ‘ inquiry'turned to videos. The fucking of dogs was mad and frantic. Many seemed to require some supporter at some point as the dog seemed to possess a unmanageable time penetrating the woman and staying on her. I went back to search for that question. I found that detent initiated penetration with lilliputian or no exposure of their shaft from the sheath. Most of their hard-on normally occurred during penetration and former fucking. Then, the slub eventually formed with increased parentage rate of flow and they were locked together before his climax.

The most intriguing picture and video to me were the ones capturing the knot inside the woman's puss, then the gaping hole in her after the dog finally pulled out. The video showing the volume of cum streaming out was surprising. I happened on a looping TV of the knot coming out and cum streaming out with it. I let it loop repeatedly as I assisted the dildo with my fingers, climaxing myself with a shattering climax in front of the laptop.

I quickly looked at the clock on the lower right of the screen, then relaxed as I found plenty of clip. I walked to the large window and stood before it, my fingers casually exploring my wet and very waxy bitch lips and first step after the squeamish orgasm. I squeezed my nipples with the former handwriting as my eyes rose to the Sanjay Gandhi National commons in the space. I had one extended experience with a dog. Only one. I hadn't been able to get it out of my straits since. I wanted that experience, again. The Sami experience, even with the acknowledgment of the risk that there was an owner in the expanse somewhere. Now, though, the craving had morphed into something much more, more ask, more repulsive, more bestial, and more grievous. Being seen masturbating would be bad. Being seen licked by a dog would be tough. But, being seen fucked by a dog ? Yet, each step in my imagining sent my affection racing, my breathing space was taken away, and my bitch dripping.

Could I allow myself to be fucked by the dog ? His stopcock tip was showing. He must sustain had some acknowledgment of the berth and potential, even if he hadn't been with a woman, the olfactory property was there and he would key on that. Perhaps, if I avoided the knot, it could be managed. If I could ward off being tied to the dog, it could be like being licked. Then, the peril wouldn't be any greater.

As I stood before the large window, my finger idly touching my mamilla and slit lips, I thought about the impression and picture I had seen on the reckoner silver screen. The knots seemed so large compared to the cock, how did they dawn ? But, if they can bring off it to a dog beef, it can certainly happen to a woman. That was obvious based on the telecasting and icon. Could I do this new thing ? It's one matter to masturbate and it's another to let a dog slug you. What about letting a dog mount you, hump you ? Could I do that ? Could I do that out there, in the undefendable, almost ?

Again, I really didn't head where my resolve would extend me. It was almost like I was on some form of route that I didn't know where it would lead, but I knew I couldn't get off, either, even if I wanted to get off. And, I wasn't sure I would desire to. I had been ignored for so long, frustrated for so long. What was happening to me now was beyond my imaginings and fantasies. At times, it was almost like I didn't care what might happen to me, but it did matter and I did aid. I had to care. I would throw nothing if …

I ambled along the path and hazard pursuit in the heap to allow the other masses who had been surrounding me to prompt ahead and around the bend in the path. This seemed to be an unusually busy day in the Park. I hadn't noticed anything special about the day, but something must be bringing the crowd out. Maybe, it might just have been the beautiful day. A storm had gone through the nighttime before leaving light up skies and air that seemed somehow fresh, which isn't normal for a metropolis with this many people, traffic, and industry.

When I decided it was safe to be active off the path and not draw attending, I started up the slope, scanning the hillside in front 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 bark ahead and to my left wing. It was a single phone that seemed more like a greeting than a series of bark indicating a playful exercise. I stopped, looked up, and watched as the dog came bounding along the hillside. Interesting to me that it wasn't coming directly toward me or searching the basis as it might if searching for a musket ball or stick thrown, but it seemed to direct in the general way of the location of our premature meetings.

I wasn't sure enough if that was rational, but I hurried my yard while I scanned around me with finicky tending to the area the dog had come from, half expecting to find a homo following at a space in hunt of his pet.

I stood just outside the clump of brush and small tree diagram that created my saved space. I continued to scan above and below for anyone else walking off the path. As I was, the dog ambled to me, stopping 20 pes in strawman of me. When I glanced down, I found him patiently sitting as if awaiting my centering. It was the same dog. I didn't even need to search closely at his medallion gently swaying beneath his choker, the reflection of sunshine glinting off the shiny metal. I found myself relieved it was the Lapplander dog and nervous at the same fourth dimension. The easement came from a feeling of big closeness. The jumpiness came from a sense of pushing my luck with repeated encounter with the same a****l that had to be in the Park with an possessor who had to be somewhere in the general orbit. Even if this proprietor was trusting and resistant enough to allow the dog considerable free-rein to betray and tail, which sentence would he happen upon to follow close by ?

I pushed that thought aside, however. These brush with the dog had become something I could no longer logically explicate or justify. I felt as though my life had changed into a mundane, subroutine, and rote macrocosm that had no other meaning then filling the time place between the experiences I devised for myself, experiences that had an increased risk but also reward. My dull and ordinary life seemed to be now careening down a spate road of sharp curved shape and switchbacks while my brakes were slowly leaking fluid and the ability to control my filiation. As terrorisation as the risk was, the feeling of excitement and being alive was greater.

When I moved into the midst of the increment, Sheru followed behind me. I knelt in front of him and he licked my font playfully. I giggled at the impression of him covering my face. The feeling coming over me wasn't that of a playful pet giving licks but of a Male kissing me. It was in my fountainhead and I knew that, but it had been so tenacious since I had received eager attending my nous made the parachuting of acceptance immediately.

Without any more fear about my surrounds or the act I was about to attempt to perform, I reached under the dog and stroked his belly. When I touched his cocktail dress, which was my goal, I think I flinched as practically as the dog did. He stood briefly but sat back in the Sami smirch he had been, apparently willing to assume these progress from me. Then, I thought maybe I could give my intentions a little more obvious even to a dog. I sat back, removed my shoes and socks, then stood and pushed my dungaree and panties off my pelvic girdle and down my peg. He sniffed at me when I stood in front end of him. When I spread my ramification, his beak moved between my thighs sniffing before his tongue shot out and licked me, again. I shivered from the touch. The touch I had one clip considered so horrific and decadent was now only a prelim for a great deal more.

I knelt future to him, my hand returning to his belly. When my fingerbreadth again found his sheath, his head moved to me, his tongue lapping at my cheek. I giggled. Not only did I happen upon a willing Male, but one that was appreciative. While he licked my typeface, I stroked his case and felt his turncock coming out. This was new for me. Prakash didn't give the opportunity or show desire for playfulness during the trammel sex we had. As my fingerbreadth stroked his bare, exposed cock, the dog flinched and whined. I remembered something I read online. Any cock protected in a sheath is quite sore when exposed. I brought my hand up to my nerve and licked it liberally, then let the dog lick it, and I returned to touching his exposed prick. I could finger a fluid coming from the tip and smeared it over my fingers. I moved the dog to the terra firma so I could see what I was doing to him and what effect I was having. I was surprised to see how much cock was now exposed. I could also see Sir Thomas More fluid forming at the tip of his cock. The more I smeared over my fingers and transferred to his cock, the more fluid formed. It was truly an interest organ for my inexperient mind to behold. A constringe tip that grew thicker and narrowing slightly toward the sheath.

With him on the flat coat, I moved to his snout, my knees positioned on either side of it. He was immediately cognizant and reached forward to lap at my drooling twat. Cunt. Using that Logos before was so found and decadent. Now, a dog imbrication at it after I had been fingering his cock, twat seemed to be the perfect word for it, maybe for me, especially if I continued along the direction I was headed.

I looked down at him, then listened intently around me. I rose as senior high as I could while remaining on my knee joint. 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 deal and knees like I had seen on the internet. The dog came up behind me, licked at my bitch and ass several times, then he seemed to accept over. He jumped onto my back, his front end legs going around my shank. The feeling of fur on my lower back was sensuous. The foremost stab of his hammer at my bum woke me up and reminded me of how improper and justly this was. A dog was on my cover and he was probing with his shaft to find my cunt opening. He probed and probed. His cock was striking my butt cheeks and around my cunt. The pointy, bony putz scathe 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 different. He was extended out of his sheath. I watched with fascination as his lengthy cock bobbed beneath him as he walked around me. All he needed was to penetrate me, then I was sure we would be good.

I reached back, first around my hip but that was too bunglesome. I shifted my hand between my thighs, felt his pecker stabbing at me, felt it glimpse off my palm and hit me near my cunt. I shifted my manus up slightly and the future stabbing slid over my medallion and into my opening. I pressed back against him and he used his face legs to pull me back and himself forward, driving his cock oceanic abyss into me. I reached back to defend his hind leg, just for a moment, in case.

It was delirious ! A cock ! I had a turncock inside me, again ! It felt tremendous and amazing and perfect and decadent. I felt everything he did to me. He relaxed his front legs slightly, moved forward and took me firmly with his legs, again. His piece of ass was like nothing I had experience. True, my experience was marginal, but nothing I imagined prepared me for the onslaught of fucking I received. I gasped and moaned in a continuous chorus of quiet speech sound, barely maintaining some awareness of my environs and circumstance.

I felt something banging against my slit on the outside, pressing against my mouth and porta, pressing and stretching my chess opening. For moments, I was too consumed by the experience to join what was happening. When it did, I tried pulling away from the a****l, fearing the burl entering me, but his stage around my waist held me in situation. I was just a cunt to him at this point. He was mating and his inherent aptitude was to knot me. The more I squirmed and moved, the more apparent movement there was of his prick inside me. He was stabbing me, rubbing along my cunt walls, penetrating me recondite than I had been fucked before by my married man. My body reacted the only when way it could with all the stimulant, a****listic nature of the act, and my mind's overdrive of conflicting feelings. I orgasmed !

One instant my entire trunk burst into bliss, excitement, and ecstasy. The next moment that globe of frame on the base of Sheru's cock was inside my cunt. My sexual climax must suffer loosened my opening, eliminated just enough resistivity. His cock drove suddenly rich inside me. The knot felt massive inside me, filling me more completely. His cock was still driving at me, but the greyback restricted his motility. I forgot about the ramification of the international nautical mile and only focused on what was happening inside me. The cock and air mile were both growing, swelling. He pulled back against my possibility to thrust further into me, but the greyback restricted him. Instead, something unexpected and unknown happened. The knot pressed against me inside, somewhere inside me and behind my button. Whatever it was, the force per unit area was electric and intense, jerk of fervent erotic stimulation coursing from my cunt into my consistence. I felt it on my clit, in my nipples, and sent tingle and goosebumps up my neck and into my scalp.

I was crashing into another orgasm when I felt his hammer inside jerked meat and pulse violently. The next sensation was my cunt being washed in lovesome spurts of dog cum. I cried out. I couldn't help it. I didn't want to or designate to, but my mouth joined the rest of my dead body in joyous release.

As my physical structure descended from the orgasmic tip previously unconquered, my intellect rose up to the turmoil of my place. Not only did I joyously cry out my euphory, I was now tied to the dog. My mind replayed the videos I had seen. The women were stuck to the dog for instant, maybe many. How was I to know ? The videos were snippet of action at law only. Suddenly, my pinna get word sound everywhere around me. The smallest sound of a leaf in the wind against the sprig was some person crashing through the skirmish concealing me.

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

After another small orgasm, the knot seemed to unfold my lips and opening to escape. I fell to the ground and the dog lay near me and started licking his cock. I slipped my arm under my face and watched. I watched his tongue, the like tongue that had pleasured me, lap his own shaft clean.

My hands trembled and shook as I got dressed in the confines of my concealment place. Sheru had left minutes before. He seemed to dash through the skirmish and ran for the raise I saw him come over before. He seemed so noisy in leaving I delayed my leaving for many More minutes to avoid being seen also coming out of the same bit. In fact, I exited the diametrical way. My legs were weak and shaky, unsealed underneath me as I made my way back to the path.

Back at home, I relive that experience over and over. If Prakash has been non-responsive to me, I was now to him. I thought only about that expereince. I relived it, seeing it in particular as if I were watching it come about to soul else. At dark, I dream about it and feared that my audio might alarm Prakash to something unusual.

Standing in front of the mirror, again, nude and excited. When I stripped away the terror of the risk I took, what remained was the retentiveness, the feeling of being fucked … finally, fucked. The feelings come back with fierce recognition and chilling excitement. New thoughts fight for considerateness. Pushing aside the ever-present terror and fright for brief here and now, the desire to relive those intuitive feeling come rushing in. In those moments, surrounded by the fear, was the realization of fulfillment. fulfilment of needs that have been missing, vacant for so long. Could I chance it, again ? Could I not ?

The mirror is my window into my somebody and desires. I have come to see the image of myself as the existent me, the me that demands to be released. And, that image 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 pegleg feast. I see her bitch lip as plain as her nipple standing out lofty and pleading to be touched. I see her move a hand to a nipple, pinching it and smiling at me as she does it.

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

I look into her optic. 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 sacrifice me this release and pleasance !"

CHAPTER Little Joe :

I returned to the green a couplet more times, skipping a day in-between visit so as not to wake suspicion from anyone, especially Prakash, if he should notice. The dog wasn't there. One day I spotted a stray dog in the distance, but after Sheru I didn't want to take chances on my base hit with a stray.

On the tierce visit, as I climbed up the slope from the path, I spotted a dog in the same location where I had seen Sheru arrive before. This dog wasn't Sheru, however. This was a German Shepherd, but it acted much the same way Sheru had. This dog came over the ridge, saw me and stopped. He seemed to wait back at something and turned back to me. I took a luck on calling to it since despite not being Sheru it didn't expression like a stray. I bent over and clapped my custody together, then patted my thighs hoping it would contract those activeness as indicators of my calling him. I didn't want to verbally hollo out to him for fear of drawing tending to me and my location.

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

I knelt on the ground and offered him the book binding of my script. His sniffed it and allowed me to scratch his ear. Despite being a little intimidated by German language Shepherds, this dog had an affectionate and playful disposal. Reassured by his mental attitude, I looked closer at him and found he had the Same pinch as Sheru's. The laurel wreath hanging from it read,"Balaji ”, which I knew meant unassailable. Looking at the a****l, I had no doubts about that.

As I rubbed his cervix, I felt something attached to the taking into custody. I stood and looked at the object to chance what looked like a cheap cellphone. But what would a dog be doing with a cell phone ? I was still stroking the brain and neck opening of the dog when I heard the phone offset buzzing. I took it off the dog collar and opened it to find a text message had arrived. I open the messenger.

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

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

‘ An admirer, only.'

‘ What do you want ?'

‘ zippo. Sheru is my dog. So is Balaji. I know you have enjoyed Sheru. I hoped you would also enjoy Balaji.'

‘ You've seen ?'

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

Oh, no ! somebody knows ! ‘ What do you require from me ?'

‘ I told you, nothing. I don't know who you are and won't try to find out. My only interest is in trying to assist you.'

This was too much. somebody unknown quantity to me knows what I have been doing ! My worst nightmare if he were to tell someone, go public, have pictorial matter. NO !

I burst out of the bushes and sprinted down the slope to the path. I was still running when I arrived at the jump of the trail. When I stopped to overhear my breather and indite myself, I realized the speech sound had buzzed several times. I opened it, again, finding a serial of other text messages. I quickly shut the speech sound, jammed it into a back pocket of my dungaree and left the Park.

I buried the phone in one of my skid in the back of my closet. I ignored it for the eternal sleep of the day and night. I had to decide what I wanted to do. Did I need to plan now for the defective ? What could I possibly plan ? If I was exposed, I would be exposed. What possible account or story could I concoct to explain away such a revelation ?

I fretted all through dinner party, the eventide and throughout the night. I tossed and turned, getting piddling slumber as my psyche imagined all sort of possibilities, all bad. All through the following day, even, and night, it was only marginally better. The day after I began thinking the person on the other phone might not hold meant harm to me, after all. Then, another dreadful persuasion came to me. He had purchased both telephone set. Couldn't he use the built-in GPS to trail the headphone I had ? How did that workplace ? Was that function he could pull off or did he need to go through the cellular telephone set service to get that information ?

I retrieved the phone from my hiding spot in the closet. I powered it up and looked at the text content from before. I was struck by his last text : I told you, nothing. I don't know who you are and won't try to retrieve out. My simply sake is in trying to help you.

It was the net one sent before I shut the phone off. The early texts he sent were enquiring if I was still there. Obviously, I wasn't. I sat down to suppose this through. All those showdown were with his dogs and he had been aware of it and continued to take his dog-iron for me to meet. Never had he approached or intruded. If he was there somewhere, he was a longsighted way off. He never was close enough to see into the bushy sphere where I was and was never visibly ending when I left. Maybe he didn't want anything. Maybe he really didn't intend to poke on my secrecy by finding out who I was. I wondered, then, what did he stand for by ‘ my only sake is in trying to serve you'?

I prepared a textual matter content and sent it. ‘ What did you have in mind you only want to try to facilitate me ?'I was expecting there would be a holdup to get a answer since I had waited several days. Instead, the phone buzzed almost instantly.

‘ I am deeply sorry 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 George W. Bush. I wondered what he was doing.'

‘ The first time when I shrieked ?'

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

‘ What did you recall might be happening ?'

‘ I wasn't sure at first, but when he returned to me, his peter was exposed some. The side by side metre it was fully out.'

‘ And ?'

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

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

‘ Say it. Say what he did to you.'

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

‘ He fucked me. Your dog fucked me.'

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

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

‘ But ?'

‘ I orgasmed and the knot pressed inside.'

‘ That's when you cried out.'

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

‘ Can you come to the park tomorrow, 11:00 AM ? I will impart 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 help you."Am I crazy ? But, even he can tell I need this, desire it, crave it. The little bit he has witnessed, he understands me.

‘ Yes. 11:00.'

I shut the earpiece and powered it off. My helping hand were shaking. I put the phone inside my run shoes I would be wearing tomorrow. Now I have someone pimping his frankfurter to me ? I walked to the mirror in the bedroom and removed my clothes. I looked into the optic of my image.

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

I was giddy when I arrived at the Park and made my way to the position within the brushing I had been using for my outside playing with the frank. I noticed as I left the main path that my sojourn up the side had begun wearing a wispy path into the wild supergrass. As I approached the cluster of brush and modest tree that formed my cloistered spot, I looked up to the ridgepole above and checked my sentry. It was only a few minutes before 11:00 AM. I surveyed around me, checking into the distance, and was satisfied there was nobody else who might wander nearby.

I heard a bark and I looked in the direction of the sound to find a large dog similar to Balaji and the figure of a man against the backdrop 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 primer coat. He was no longer hiding his presence, though he remained at a distance that I could not pick out his features, therefore, he could not discern mine. Still, though, seeing the man I had been texting sent a shiver through my consistency as I watched the dog glide slope. The impingement of the variety in the office 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 like property. And, the only ground for that arrangement of time was for me to be mounted by his dog. There was no longer any mystery about it. It wasn't a question of if there was an possessor of the dog. There was an possessor of the dog, and he was right there on the hill.

I turned, stooped, and stepped into the orbit of brush and short trees. A moment later, the dog followed me. I was already kneeling when he came right to me. As I stroked his head and neck, I checked his collar and tag. It was the same German Shepherd, Balaji. He sat in front of me. I stroked him and, not knowing any former way, used the Sami access to him that I had with Sheru. I slowly worked my hand onto his side and belly, then down by his sheath with a few ‘ inadvertent'glancing touches along the side of meat of the sheath. He reacted the Sami as Sheru, a slender flinch, but nothing more. With my face alongside his, I was purport on what my hand was doing underneath him so I was surprised to get a recollective, wet lap over the side of my face. I turned my face directly to him and closed my centre as he began licking my face. It was at that moment that I took hold of his case and the cock inside.

The tip of his cock was already poking out and the precum coming from it provided the lubrication I needed to begin stroking his tool as it escaped the protective covering of the sheath. In second, there was enough cock exposed I felt it was right. I stood in front man of the dog and opened my blue jean. I pried off my running play skid, then pushed my jeans and panties down my legs. Strange how doing this in social movement of the dog caused a self-aware touch as if he were a soul who might judge or appraise what I was showing him. I don't think he was, but he seemed to be appreciating what was happening because his cock grew from the case another inch or so.

Naked now below the shank, I went to my paw and knees in front of him. As I could have predicted with even my restrain experience, his clapper first went to my cunt and ass, licking me several prison term. It felt wonderful, the tongue gliding over my wet cunt backtalk. It took a dog to give aid to my twat with lips and tongue. I giggled at what the dog was uncoerced to do for me that my hubby would never turn over. I moaned at the thought of what was to come shortly and that it took dogs to give me sashay after all these years.

I reached back with a hand to push his honker away and pat my ass, hoping to give birth him mount me. After a few try, he did, jumping onto my back, his furry belly on my bare ass and lower back. I remembered last fourth dimension and slipped a hand between my branch and with a little assistance from me, he with driving his cock into my cunt with less awful stabbing. I gasped loudly at the incursion and followed that with deep moans of gratification as the cock quickly began thrusting, the frantic screwing that, again, took my breath away.

Balaji was stronger and more aggressive than Sheru had been. It took some getting used to, but it became thrilling and wild. I found all I could do was flora my human knee and hands into the terra firma and hold myself steady against his attack. His rear feet shifted as he attempted to clear skillful footing and leverage with which to push back his shaft into his new beef. I pressed back against him, holding a steady and house lieu for him to sleep together against. And, it was what I became, a cunt. I realized my mouth was emitting a steady flow of low, guttural groan, gasp, and moan. I heard null but the sounds coming from my back talk, the grunts and panting from the dog, and the squishing of our mating organs, his putz drive into my wet and drooling puss. If anything was happening outside the brushwood protection, I had no sentience of it and, at the mo, I could get cared less.

It was as if all the frustration and need from the years of being ignored was being pushed out of my body with each frenetic, frenetic jabbing. It wasn't that Sheru hadn't been as skillful fucking me, but I hadn't been released for him. I was still nervous, tentative, and self-aware. This time, I came prepared to bring out myself, to fully pass myself to whatever dog was brought to me. There was no doubt, care, or wondering about a dog on this visit. I knew there would be a dog. The owner who I was communicating with would suffer one here for me. I came knowing I was going to fuck a dog. And, I was. Gloriously and with abandon.

The burl was pressing against my opening. Unlike the former time when I tried not to be tied, I pressed back against the dog pressing at me. I wanted it all, again. The dog and I worked together, though he was more forceful in his approach. He stretched me. The little experience I had was sufficient, though, to understand what was happening and what was going to happen later. I was like an a****l, myself. I wanted more, all, everything. I teased myself in the mirror of being a cunt, a loose woman. But, the communication theory with the man, the proprietor, something snapped open inside me. Again, something happened, another door opened, and I was going to hie through it. What would hap later, would find. 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 like ? At that moment, the knot stretched me enough to pop into my bitch, filling me, pressing his cock deeper into my cunt.

The dog pulled back to pound into me, but his campaign was constricted. The literal impression, though, was pressing his air mile firmly, roughly against that spot inside me and I exploded. My intact body seemed to react. The orgasm shook my limbs, my stomach twitched, my toes curled, my bitch clasped around the prick and Calidris canutus inside. My scalp tingled and I shivered from my feet to my head.

I was no sooner coming down from that volatile orgasm and I felt his cock muscle spasm and jerk inside me. I pulled away from him as I felt his cum jet inscrutable inside. I wasn't trying to get away. My consistence, if not my brain, connected to that spot inside me and the knot inside me. I pulled, jamming my hips up, cramming his international nautical mile against that spot. I came, again.

I was lying on my backbone, exhausted. I looked to find Balaji off to the side casually licking his putz clean. When I moved, he looked at me. I smiled at him, a grin I meant to be meaningful, but he was just a dog.

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

‘ Stay where you are. Let Balaji come out first. soul heard you. I will disorder him.'

Oh, no ! But, then I realized. Not only do I have someone providing me go after, but he is watching over me, too. I struggled to fall away my panties and jeans on. I marveled, again, at the amount of cum that dogs gave. I put my shoes on and stretched my head up to find a man slowly, curiously, stepping off the path in my focusing. I got Balaji to stand up and pushed him through the George Herbert Walker Bush. As soon as he was visible, I heard a trashy 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 discover the curious man watching the dog, then returning to the path.

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

CHAPTER five-spot :

All the thrilling experiences and aroused gelidity of doing them in the Park paled in comparison to the shoemaker's last experience. And, it had little to do with Balaji or Sheru. But, knowing that the man, the owner of the dogs, was there, watching and mindful direct my reactions over the top. It wasn't just that I thought he might be around somewhere ; or, that someone might be suspicious by my move up the pigswill ; or, person might try something strange. No, it was all of them … in nigga. When I got the school text warning me about the man on the path who heard my cry, it scared me to my nitty-gritty. But, as foreign as it might vocalize, it also excited me. That the man, the owner, was on the slope above waiting and watching, fully aware and encouraging of me being mounted by his dog, was beyond anything else. The piece of ass was wonderful. The emotional reaction to the context took my orgasmic reaction to another level.

After that experience, the texting substance became more personal. He was emboldened by my locution of gratitude and my reception to the hearten comment became gushy. He asked me how it felt during the fucking by the dogs ; what the grayback felt like ; how much cum they shot into me. Initially, it was a combination of intrusive and humiliating, but I couldn't stop myself from responding back to him with result that soon became elaborated and expressed the excitation I had felt.

As I shared in some detail about the belief of the grayback stretching my cunt to enter or exit, about the watercourse of dog-cum draining from my cunt after, about the tactual sensation of the dog's fur on my bare lower back, he started asking personal motion, not about the act but about my intimate experience. I quickly discerned that he assumed my sexual experience must have been extensive that I was venturing into using strange weenie. When I confessed that I had been mostly naïve and only accidentally fell into canine tooth activity, he became more intrigue and honed his interrogative deeper into my life history. Since we were using texting, this process was time-consuming with abbreviated verbalism for description.

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

‘ Are you naked ?'

‘ No.'

‘ Do you have a dildo or vibrator ?'

‘ Yes.'

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

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

After cumming, I lay on the bed with the dildo softly buzzing in my snatch, allowing my orgasmic reception to ebb slowly from my soundbox. I described to him in item how it made me feel and how I had used the toy. I told him about taking it out on social occasion to conjure the vibrating head against my engorged clitoris. I told him how I squeezed, pinched, and flex my pap while driving the dildo in and out of my sloppy cunt-hole. I told him how my wooden leg shivered as I arched my hips into the air at the moment my climax crashed over me, how the electrical tingling coursed from my pussy to my clit, up my stomach to my tits and nipples.

His reception indicated how pleased he was with my compliance and my description. He then told me to be in the common, the same spot, at 11:00 AM the next day. I noted, with elation and agitation, he didn't ask me this time. He told me. I couldn't believe how unrestrained that made me feel. I wasn't seeking, gambling, hoping any thirster. Now, mortal was assisting, arranging, conspiring, taking accusation. Even by textbook, it was a right influence over me.

I was on the track below the location early. To say I was excited with the prevision 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 rooster ?'

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

‘ Then, it is time for you to try it. I think you are the form of womanhood who will hump having a cock in her oral cavity to suck.'

My god ! Where is he taking me ? What does he have in psyche for me ? His content are as if he believes he has control condition over me and he knows where he wants to shoot me and what he wants me to do and be for him. My cunt was drooling at the panorama, the brash premiss, the directness of his approach.

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

I was rummy watching the dog bounding to me. How is it all the wiener seem to have it off they are intended for me ? I shake the idea and refocus on the dog. I now see it is a Fox Terrier, about 15 inches tall compared to the 24 or 25 inches marvellous German Shepherd. I wondered why he chose such a small dog this sentence, then remembered his instruction for me to nurse cock. Maybe that was the ground. He was providing a lowly peter since it was my first time. I wasn't sure enough how I felt about this man who seemed to manipulate and orchestrate my sexual fundamental interaction. No … I knew how I felt. I felt aroused to the point of possibly soaking my jeans in the privates !

I felt his phone buzz in the plunk for pocket of my jeans. I look up at the man. He has his hired man raised and I am guessing the speech sound in his hired hand. I opened the headphone and checked the text.

‘ Don't forget to suck in. I thought a smaller dog might be better for you the low time.'

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

I checked around the surface area, finding nobody watching or near, and stepped into the shut in quad protected by scrub and minor trees. The dog followed me and sat at my feet, his quarter wagging furiously as he looked up at me. I dropped to my genu and smothered him in hug and pet. His tail wagged even faster and his knife began to seek bare skin on my face and weapon system to lick. I giggled. His licks are a reminder of how I am to use my lips and oral cavity. I shivered. I never felt my husband's cock in my rima oris and a dog's stopcock will be the first.

Although I saw the man with the dog, I find myself checking the catch. It is very interchangeable to the 1 worn by Sheru and Balaji. This one has a tag meter reading, ‘ Jhony ’. I put my mouthpiece close to his psyche and whispering,"Jhony, I am very felicitous to meet you. I hope you don't think badly of me, but I am going to do something for you, I have never done. continue that in mind, will you ? I've never done it before so I might not do it very well."His spit swiped my human face over my rim and intrude. I giggled."Then you can bonk, okay ?"I didn't expect a response, but he licked me, again. I took that as an understanding being established. A female child needs all the empathize she can get sometimes.

I debated. The decision came to me quickly. I sat back and removed my shoes, denim, and pantie. I wanted to be ready for him. I patted the ground and managed to get him to lay on his incline. 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 sheath. Then he put his promontory back down. I wondered if these wienerwurst had ever experienced a man female before. Or, maybe they are just that well trained.

As my finger's breadth grazed along the English of his sheath, the reddish tip came out. I smiled. It was already obvious how much smaller this cock was going to be. It might even be low than Prakash's shaft. I had to suppress a laugh. It now seemed hard to think a cock smaller than his. That might have been tight, but both former dogs had cocks that seemed very large in comparison.

I bent over, putting the English of my typeface into Jhony's belly fur, the tip of his cock peeking out from the cocktail dress. I poked my tongue out touching the tip. I pulled my glossa back when I felt some liquid on the tip. It didn't penchant bad. It was something coming from the dog's cock, 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 finely points of a dog's putz I had been sucking. I suppressed another laugh.

I licked the tip several meter, then took the pointy tip between my lips. I've never done anything like this. I could feel more of the cock become exposed as I slid my lips down the cock from the tip. I had a cock in my lip ! What was I becoming ? First, letting a dog lick me ; then, letting domestic dog fuck me ; now, taking dog rooster into my sass. I slipped a hired hand between my ramification. 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 rooster 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 to a greater extent of that liquid came from the tip into my mouth. Soon I had enough to immerse. I sucked harder. I wanted more. I slid my mouthpiece down the duration of the exposed cock until I felt the fur of the cocktail dress on my lips. There was about four inches of cock in my mouth. I giggled, again. I had four inch of cock in my mouth and I was going to fuck it, too.

As soon as the thought passed through my mind, I knew I had to do it. I sat back on my heels, petting the dog. He raised his head to appraise me, sensing something different was about to hap. I turned on my knees and dropped to my hands and started patting my ass to encourage him to get on. By this point, I was assuming all the man's hotdog were comrade with fucking if only with dog-bitches. Maybe I was their simply human-bitch. I needed to know. I would ask him. A funny intuitive feeling passed through me and I understood it immediately. I wanted to be their only when human-bitch.

The dog stood and came to my ass, and like the other two bounder before him, his snout went first to my ass. His tongue lapped at my ass. I spread my knees further opening a wider blank space between my thighs and I was rewarded with his clapper sliding over my bring out puss from my clit to my asshole. His clapper seemed to hit my clit more regularly than I remembered of the others in this position and it may give birth had to do with his shorter stature and better angle, at least better from my perspective.

I patted my ass to get him go up me. He jumped up, his keister ramification churning to hit my rachis and I realized my ass was too eminent for him. I squatted down a little and he got on top of me, his hips thrusting at me, probing with his cock for my cunt-hole. It slid inside before my bridge player got back to assist him and I gasped. Even much thinner than the other blackguard, it was still a good cock to me. In fact, it wasn't much different than I remembered of Prakash's putz back when he did come to me. Even a diminished rooster from a dog took my breather away. Its urgency and energy immediately applied by the dog as it enters and amplification hold, driving deep in the first few thrusts.

This clock time, though, the tool, which was beginning to give me surprising pleasance pulled out. Like Sheru the commencement fourth dimension, he walked around me frustrated. I lowered my ass further to the background and encouraged him with both dearie and verbal cooing. He came to my ass, again, taking my back quicker and easier with my ass lower and thrust at my body. I slipped my hand between my peg to assist him but got the surprisal of my lifespan before I found his cock with my hand. His cock, coated with my cunt juice, hit my mother fucker on one thrust and entered on the second. I cried out, never having ever been penetrated there before. The first thrust teased my crumple hole with the tip parting my sphincter, the second 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 sense impression of being penetrated there, wanting my consistency to accept or refuse the invasion. My body didn't have practically to say about it, though. The dog, being a dog, followed the initial partial penetration with an extra quick stutter of the thrust, driving the embed cock trench into my anal passage.

I cried out, again. Now, it was more than just the tip inside me. Now, some of the productive portion of the cock had spread the sphincter wider, opening my passage for complete penetration. But, it hurt. That part of my body wasn't used to the penetration and stretch. I wanted my body to sustain time to adjust, but I felt the dog pulling back slightly for another jab as he also adjusted his handle around my waistline, holding me tighter and aligning himself to go into full fuck mode. I reach back in the hope of holding him steady for just a few min, but my reaction was too dumb. He thrust back into me and followed it with a stream of rapid-fire humping. It didn't seem to irritate him that he was in the amiss hole.

I dropped my head and thorax to the earth, resting my forehead on my folded forearms, my ass sticking up in the air with the Terrier perched precariously, his rear groundwork barely having enough traction to sustain his powerful fucking. God, even a small dog ass like a maniac !

He was now in wide-cut modal value of dog nooky. After my limited and very Holocene epoch experience, I already knew what that was. It was a ride that had to be experienced and not explained and each clip I had experienced it I was thrilled by it. He pulled and thrust his cock out and into my ass as if he were fucking my cunt. After the initial soreness that followed the initial knifelike nuisance, I loved what I was experiencing. In my head, it flashed before me that I now had two kettle of fish for fucking. Then, a smile took over my fount as I braced myself for the continuing barrage. No, not two maw. I had now sucked my first dick, too. I now had three holes for cock.

Nothing outside of the dog and the new sensory faculty emanating from my anal retentive enactment was reaching my conscious mind. The only thing in the world at the moment was the dog's tool in my ass. So, I was very mindful when I felt the extrusion of something outside my asshole, something larger pressing to enter. The nautical mile. Could my ass also take a knot ? I wouldn't have thought it could occupy a cock, but here I am actually enjoying it.

The international nautical mile pressed at my opening and for a moment my mind wasn't sure what it wanted to do about that, as if it had a lot to say about it at such a moment of extremum excitement and foreplay. While the psyche 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 slowly but steadily spreading with the constant and insistent force per unit area. The mi was probably little compared to the former two dogs, but it might have been the width of their prominent hammer so when it stretched me to the point of almost entering, I felt like I would be torn and I couldn't think of a worse place to be torn. The instantaneous reaction was flinching away from it, but it was too late and the dog was too square off. He had his legs wrapped around me and his forte and determination to mate surprised me. He pulled me back to him as he pressed himself to me and the Calidris canutus plunged into my passage. I cried out, again.

It wasn't until later that it would even come to me how much noise I had been making. At the sentence, I was lost in my own niggling house of cards of existence and that bubble only contained Jhony and me deep in the bond of mating.

I felt his cock and mi grow in every way inside me. The fit was so tight I could finger everything as his truncated stroke continued, his pre-cum leaked, and his peter grew in prevision of pending climax. I could finger he was conclude to cumming and I desperately wanted to share it with him. The sensation of anal retentive fucking was different with less direct stimulation to the base erogenous zones. I slipped a handwriting underneath, my digit going to my clit and cunt. The finger alternated between strumming the clit and plunging into my cunt. The digit actually pressed up and felt the cock and knot in my ass through the thin tissue layer dividing the chambers.

When I felt his cock jerk and cramp against the walls, I joined him. My orgasm was convulsing and I was sure character 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 arch, so floor, so slutty, so grime. I felt completely owned, used, and dominated by this dog, the smallest of my brief experience.

We were securely tied. Once my climax ebbed, my mind returned to take care and immediately, quietly, internally, swore a wicked 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 rid itself, but we were very securely joined. When many minute of arc passed and nothing had changed, I began to become implicated. I had been shocked at the initial intrusion, then by the Calidris canutus entering me and what that took. But, when it happened, my body was in the throes of being overwhelmed with strong-arm and mental input. Now, I was aware … and tense. And, the tension wasn't helping to free the knot.

I had no idea how long the knot might bind us together. This was a little dog, but the knot was in my ass, which was so much nasty and constricting. As the dog pulled on the tie, I could feel the sphincter securely closed in presence of the lump inside me. I reached behind to stroke the dog to attempt to still him. As he fought to disengage, I could feel his cock slide inside me and I assumed his movement were just exciting him further.

My attempts to relax my own body, though, failed completely and abruptly when external my fiddling enclosure of brush, I heard the low part of citizenry too close to be on the footpath below. I held my breath to take heed more intently as if that would serve. The dog behind must have heard the sounds, too, because he suddenly became more turn on, pulling with more spirit, his paw fighting the ground to pull us apart. This time when I reached back to him, my sweat to calm him had desperation behind it. I could hear the voices coming closer and I felt the dog moving one centering, then the other nervously.

I became terrified. The pic of being outside was character of the kick, heightening all the other feeling. This was too skinny, though. This was too much like feeling the inevitableness of being caught at what I was doing. This was too a good deal like seeing the end of my secure 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 knees, straightening my consistence to caress his body.

Suddenly, the the great unwashed outside melt, 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 walking and their voices became very close. They couldn't have been more than 20 animal foot away from where I was knotted to the dog. Then it became quieter, but I could still hear the vocalisation fade away. They seemed to give turned their charge to the ridge above where I was. Then, it was quiet around me, again.

I collapsed the ground still tied to the dog. My centre was racing so intemperate it was like I had just completed a serial of lift sprints. My fear brought on from danger was broken and my focus moved to collecting myself, my blood air pressure, my breathing …

In the relaxing mode I put myself in, I must have been capable to relax more than I imagined as the dog pulled mightily and the international nautical mile stretched my ass and popped out. I then allowed my entire body to collapse to the ground. I was lying in the wild gage and dirt, my tee shirt pushed up against my bosom, Thomas More than half of my body nakedly pressed in crap, grass, twigs, and leaves.

My pith burst into a race, again, when the dog seemed to burst forth through the brush next to me. I could hear him bark as he ran. The barks were the sort that sounded like a salutation. Then, I heard the whistle of its owner. And, the sound faded away.

CHAPTER SIX :

I needed a day to decompress after that net experience. Even Prakash noticed a modification in me. wellspring, form of. What he noticed was that I was distracted and less responsive 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 goad me to value and understand what had happened in the Park. I was curious about some aspects of what happened. A time before he had warned me that a man on the itinerary was stopped and listening. This sentence, though, when a grouping of people left the way of life and walked near where I was, he didn't provide any warning. Had he left ? I didn't think so. This man was receiving a vicarious excitement in his ability to assist me so I didn't think he would forsake that and leave. Even if he wasn't seeing the existent act, he would desire to be nearby.

After Prakash left for work on the morning of the secondly day, I resumed communicating with the man. I opened the phone while walking to the large windowpane in the livelihood room so I could peer over the other buildings to the east and see the Park in the distance. It took some mo before he responded to my text.

‘ Are you naked ?'

‘ Sorry, Sir.'

Slowly, over all the school text and motion and divulging of intimate selective information and my slowly, trusting compliancy with his proposals, the term ‘ Sir'had slipped into my references 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 sunup. I resumed my billet in front of the window, not because he requested it, he didn't, but because it returned the feelings of vulnerability and risk, even if it now seemed much less hazardous that things I had been doing.

The text edition went back and forth with some casual delays on his end. I felt he was distracted by activities on his end, but he made no suggestion of me waiting until later. I apologized for interrupting him, but he insisted it was alright if I didn't bear in mind some interruptions in the text edition. I asked him about the group of hoi polloi and no warning from him.

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

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

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

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

‘ I did it FOR you. Over our 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 crucify wife. Seeking some tier of exhibitionistic boot was how you began. The firedog were unintentional, unexpected, but the experience with them was enhanced by the risk factor. true up ?'

‘ True.'

‘ So, secern me … how did it find when they came close.'

‘ I was knotted. I was completely helpless. Even more, Jhony's cock slipped into my ass, not my puss. I had no thought how long it might take for him to overstretch out of my plastered ass. I had to worry about keeping Jhony tranquility and calm so the multitude wouldn't hear our conflict of being tied.'

‘ But … how did it all feel ?'

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

‘ It felt amazing ! If it had been one of the bigger dogs in my pussy, I probably would cause 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 young man. I have been alone for quite some metre. You are allowing me to feel things I have not for a very long time.'

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

‘ May I think of other things for you ?'

I didn't pause. ‘ YES ! Yes, Sir.'

‘ volition you tell me just your get-go gens ?'

I felt a association I could swear. ‘ It scared me, but it thrilled me, too. I feel I can trust you. Can I ? Is it goosey of me to ask if I can believe you ?'

‘ I am please you were excited. I am sorry about the scared voice, but that is part of what excites you. Yes, you can trust me. I don't want to hurt you or compromise you. You are special. I can help you attain what you desire. What is your gens ?'

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

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

‘ No, not until lately maybe.'

‘ You mean since this excitement has come into your life ? What happens if your husband begins to question your change ?'

I didn't know how to reply to that question. If, and that might be a big if, my married man did notice a variety in my demeanor, what would he think ? Maybe, he would simply be relieved and not question it, at all. Our true communicating had been so bad for so foresightful, I really had little way of guessing.

‘ I don't know what the answer to that is, Sir. I have to oversee my coming into court around him, I think. Anything he notices might be explained by my tramp in the Park, an improvement in my physical being ?'He agreed that would be effective. ‘ Sir, I am queer about the domestic dog. You said they are stud poker frank, have they been with other women before, too ?'

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

He suspected my understanding, I could find it. Oh God, could I really admit such a matter ? He didn't break the developing silence. He was very skilled in patience, making me feel the nerves of silence.

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

I could see the pleasure in his part when he finally responded. ‘ Yes, my dearest, you are their only woman-bitch, as you call it. You are their bitch. You like being their kick, don't you ?'I said, yes. ‘ You like the idea more than human sex. You would rather be fucked by the dogs than by men. blackguard satisfy you in a way you don't think men ever could. You would make to a greater extent risk of exposure, do almost anything to enjoy dog-cock more and more.'

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

He had asked license to stage something new and different for me to experience after the scare in the park. I had quickly given him my approval. I had quickly pronounced my desire to be a gripe for his dogs. I had even let slip that my desire for the experiences was pushing me to do whatever he wanted me to do. I felt like I was somehow sitting on a wild skyrocket ride, I was blasting into new kingdom of experience and terra incognita opportunities. It was scarey, but it was exhilarating.

While he was probably devising something dissimilar, though, I enjoyed a yoke more trips to the Park. One with Sheru and the former with Balaji. As fresh and cute Jhony was, I did favour the larger cocks and knots of the other two detent. The experience of being knotted in the ass, though, never left me and I knew I would want to experience that, again.

He was putting himself Sir Thomas More and more in kick of these encounter. On daytime when we didn't have something arranged for the Park, he might text me at some point during the day and sacrifice me an instruction. I was free to do it or not, he had no physical control over me, but I found myself always following his instructions. Some daylight it was merely being naked the entire day with clothes pin on my nipple. other multiplication, it might be standing naked in straw man of the big windowpane while I used the dildo in my cunt until I orgasmed. That would take many minutes and sometimes I found myself deliberately extending the exhibition, wondering the total time if someone might be in a building somewhere to the eastern United States with binoculars or scope. The thought made it even more exciting and that, of course, was the objective.

He also changed how I was to lop on the order outing. From now on, he said in a school text, I was to only wear saree. He didn't want to see me in jeans and tee-shirts, anymore. If he did, he would not release the dog. That menace did exert some control over me, but it was unneeded, I would have complied, anyway. He was very particular about my fertilisation. Not only was it to be only a saree with a form-fitting top, but there would be no underwear and no half-slip. Additionally, when I was with the heel, I was to also remove my top. Those next times when I fucked the dogs, I was completely nude person in the parkland. As the dogs pounded me from behind and I was on my hands and stifle, I marveled at how my breast swung beneath me when they were unloosen to move. It was thrilling to envisage someone seeing them moving like that.

The new essential for dressing added a big psychological impression, too. Not only being completely naked but getting dressed again would be slow. There would be no way of getting dressed quickly if person should intrude. Wrapping a saree takes minutes, anywhere from 7 to 10 minutes depending on precondition and how elaborated the dr****g is. And, without a petticoat to make the tucks into, it would be slightly unlike using the bang. If something happened, I wasn't going to be able to get set quickly, anymore. That wasn't a elusive alteration and it was quite dramatic.

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

The day was almost stark. One of those 24-hour interval that don't seem actual in a big, over-populated, industrial surround like Mumbai. The skies were clear, the breeze was blue off the sea, and a low strawman had sucked away much of the humidness. After Balaji pulled his wonderful Calidris canutus from my cum filled cunt, I lay on the background satisfied and fulfilled. The dog came to my spreadhead legs and lapped at my leaking twat causing me to moan and sigh with further satisfaction and pleasance. 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 time I saw my saree leaving the bushes attached to the dog, I had two metre of material to grab before it was all gone. My reaction, though, right after an orgasm was slow. I had to jump off through the bushes after the dog, landing with my upper half outside the bushes to snaffle the end of the 5-meter length of fabric. The man must have recognized what was happening and yelled for the dog to halt. I pulled on the fabric and dislodged the fabric, crawling back into the bushes and pulling the fabric in butt me.

I stood to enclose the saree around me when I heard part of concern on the path below. I heard the man coming down from the slope reassuring the the great unwashed that everything was alright, he had just lost the emplacement of the dog. When they questioned what the dog had been pulling, he quickly made up a story of the sun reflecting off the waving grasses, despite almost no breeze. It bought me adequate time to get dressed. I exited the bushes in the opposite word centering and circled around. Another close phone call, but very exciting. As I walked passed the people, I could experience the dog cum still leaking from my cunt.

Then, his next mind for me came. He said he had an idea I was sure enough to find very thrilling, erotic, and very exhibitionistic. He asked if I trusted him enough to take in his driver pick me up from any location I desired. He assured me he would protect my identity and that his device driver was really his personal and professional helper. I told him I would be waiting at the south end of the Sunder Nagar Garden. He told me the color and shuffle of the car, the device driver's name, and early details to tell 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 wing. The rider window lowered.

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

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

"Swapnil Kolte, ma'am."He reached into the passenger seat next to him and handed out a mask that would overlay my eyes and pry. I smiled, though he couldn't see it, and nodded. He exited the car and held the vertebral column door out-of-doors for me. I put on the mask and slid into the plump for fanny. 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 questions about our destination, but he interrupted me. He punched some button on the dash and I heard the tintinnabulation of a phone on verbaliser. When it was answered on the early end, I was to see the interpreter of the man for the first time.

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

"Thank you, Swapnil. Deepti, my name is Venkat Iyer. I have decided it might assist you palpate more ensure if you know Sir Thomas More about me than I know about you. I have a figure of business in the Mumbai orbit and you are headed to a remote division of one of those properties 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 have mentioned that already."There was a pause and some stifle conversation in the background as though he was having a separate conversation."Sorry, dear. I needed to take aid of something there that Swapnil would normally have handled. Now, you have my full care. I wish I was there with you, but hopefully, that will be potential in the near futurity. How are you feeling about this, Deepti ? Do you have the masque on ?"

"Yes, Sir. Thank you."

"Not at all, lamb. My desire to help you get what you crave. I think that is an matter to word, 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 adept watchword 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 remote, isolate, but visible. I know that sounds contradictory, but it is true and it is authoritative for the experience I have planned for you. leave you trust me, Deepti ?"

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

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

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

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

I didn't get quite as a lot selective information as I was hoping for. I was wearing a mask to protect my feature film, but Swapnil wasn't. He was in his belatedly 20's, average height and body-build. He appeared athletic and convinced, though he was deferential to Mr. Iyer. Swapnil had scant black hair that was somewhat unrulily. He wore deoxyephedrine that were ordinary, not too stylish. He had a moustache and face fungus that was either new and growing out or he was having trouble growing it. Several times as Mr. Iyer talked, I caught his middle in the rearview mirror and was struck by the sparkle in them. His grin was wide of the mark and genuine. He looked like mortal I wouldn't mind expenditure time with.

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

"Deepti, this is when you begin to show you really confide me. I want you to propel into the centre of attention of the back seat, then quickly divulge your saree and remove your top."My mouthpiece dropped and I stared at the location on the flair where his representative came from."Swapnil, what was her reaction ?"

"She might be in shock absorber, Sir."

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

I was shaking my head, but my hands were already working to transfer the sari. I had to shift my position numerous fourth dimension to undo the 5 meters of cloth. Then, I looked into the rearview mirror, saw Swapnil glancing from the road to me and back to the road. I closed my eyes and removed the top. I was sitting in the middle of the back seat of a car I had never been in before and driven by a man I had never met before. I saw the cars passing us and us passing them. We were approaching a slower hand truck and I closed my eyes. I knew he could look correctly down into the car for a very good view of me if he happened to appear. I kept my eyes closed, but when I heard a motortruck beep succeeding to me, I knew he happened to look and saw something he never expected.

Still reeling from what I was showing to truckers we were passing on a fixture fundament on the heavily jaunt highway, I almost missed the next comment from Mr. Iyer.

"Dear, now skid your butt to the edge of the arse and circularise your legs wide."

My eyes flashed up to the rearview mirror, which Swapnil had his left deal on ready to adjust. That scintillation in his oculus shined even more. I fluidly took the locating he instructed and never in my life felt more exposed to anyone. The only if person EVER to have seen me in a position close to this was me in front of the mirror as I looked for ways to throb myself in masturbation. Now, Swapnil, an attractive man I just met, had adjusted the mirror for quick glance to revel the sight displayed to him through the two bucketful can in front.

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

"Simply beautiful, Sir. I love the look of her pussy. The backtalk are parted and the interior mouth clearly show. The lips and her pussy exposed inside are glistening with her juices."His eye showed his smile had increased. I hadn't realized my mitt had moved down my trunk to my cunt. When I did realize it, I pulled them back, my entire physical structure flushing deeper than it already had been. Just then, there was another honk from a teamster. I closed my eye."Sir, she is a sexual goddess, I think. Her fingers moved to her pussy, but when she realized it, she pulled them away."

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

"A intimate goddess. You may truly be correct about that, Swapnil. Deepti, until you arrive at the destination, I want you to actively and intentionally wank with your fingerbreadth. If you can, I want you to orgasm. Use your cunt, clit, and mammilla. 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 control them. The spirit was incredible. The conversation about my trunk, really only my pussy, caused me to feel so sexual, wanton, base, obscene, and objectified. Those might not ordinarily be neat things to finger about yourself, but I knew my cunt was spread full open and leaking my secretion freely. I knew my nipples were upright and big, too. My digit opened my hollow wider for Swapnil, then my eyes rose to the mirror and we made eye contact. I smiled at him, my back talk parting with my tongue licking them. I felt obscene. It was so thrilling with my photograph to Swapnil, the truck driver honking alongside us, and my fingers gliding in and out of my bitch. My sexual climax came as the car turned off the Expressway.

The car was turned onto a rut road, which caused me to sit straighter to see where we were. As I did, the car rolled to a stopover in front of a improbable chain-link fence and locked gate. Swapnil got out, unlocked the logic gate, beat back the car through, then closed and relocked the gate. He then drove into what looked like deserted, idle property. The car bounced over two sets of railway raceway, then came to a stop.

Swapnil redialed Bluetooth phone and Mr. Iyer came back on the job."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 tenacious clock time for you, so enjoy."And, he was gone. I wanted to resist. I had agreed to observe all of his 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 back door. Clearly, he expected me to give-up the ghost the car naked. As I did, I surveyed the surface area around the car. Besides the railway system tracks nearby, the Western superhighway roared with traffic on a long bridge deck nearby and above. I could clearly see rider in cars and trucks on the bridge circuit 10 or 15 meters above us. In front end of the car was an talkative water system, which caused the want for the bridge circuit in accession to the railroad cart track. On the other side of the weewee people working, some of them in the H2O. Swapnil saw where my middle were and commented that it was an experimental rice-patty. The masses were closely enough that I could separate which were men and which were cleaning lady by their dress and movement. It seemed everywhere I looked, there was some potency for being seen. And, Swapnil walked me naked to the boundary of the pee. I was queasy but he instructed me to keep my hands at my sides. He put me in a particular focusing and I could see that I was exposed to both the bridge and the rice workers at the Lapplander time.

He walked me back to the car, stopping me alongside it on the face closest to the railway tracks. He reached inside the car and withdrew another masque, this one blackened, and placed it over his amphetamine aspect. He was wearing decent slacks and a buttoned long-sleeve shirt opened at the cervix, 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 dirt ground in front of him, loosened the slacks and pull it and his underclothing down to his genu. I was still uncertain why he was also wearing a mask now since I had already seen his brass. But, when I saw his cock under his wearing apparel, I discarded any concerns about the masquerade party. His hobble, uncircumcised cock was the size of it of my married man's hard one. It hung in front of me and my mind and center had no early consideration than experiencing it, touching it, feeling it on backtalk and in my mouth.

I had been given the experience of sucking peter with the hot dog. Now, I was going to experience sucking man-cock, as well. And, it wasn't my motley fool husband. Mr. Iyer was measured and intentional in providing me with wide-ranging experiences, as he promised. My dashing hopes at not having a dog was replaced with the circumstance of new experiences. Clearly, Mr. Iyer didn't fear himself as much with my approval or acceptance beforehand as much my following his direction. That credit that he was taking control was mollified by the recognition that my reaction to him was to abide by with whatever he directed.

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

Then, the doubts about what was happening flashed into my judgment. I was a married woman. I had a husband. theatrical role of that union was supposed to be a allegiance of loyalty and fidelity. I had rationalized my way through each new step : the masturbation was self-pleasure ; the miniature were still self-pleasure ; the domestic dog were not human so they didn't tally. But, now this was a man I was enjoying. By doing this, I couldn't justify it away. I was being disloyal and traitorous to my vows of spousal relationship and my husband. But, I had had these Lapp 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 rude progression, after all. In the cool moments of consideration and analytic thinking, I knew I would take the opportunity to again experience a man's peter that wasn't my husband's. I understood that taking that pace, that opportunity, might add additional frustration into the marriage, but the path I had set myself on had produced that whether I took this extra stride or not.

Another consideration came to my thinker, though. My hubby's activeness played into this, as well. I had learned accidentally that despite our soaked monetary resource, he was continuing to gamble and tope with his chum. Nights that he said he would be working, he was with his pal. It was an inadvertent find and it had angered him tremendously when he had been caught in his lies. His anger had been such that I feared being beaten more than the slapping I might on affair get as his drunkenness progressed. Maybe it didn't completely vindicate what I was doing, but he wasn't without some mistake and responsibility.

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

I was so intent on the cock in my back talk I wasn't aware of a significant noise approach. Then, the racket was unmistakable. We were near the two-base hit course and it became obvious now why Swapnil had been deliberate in positioning us. The commuter gear was approaching from in front of me slightly to the left hand. It was approaching so anyone looking would see the backrest of a partially dressed man, but clearly, see a raw woman on her genu sucking the man's cock.

I reacted to what was about to materialise by shifting while the tool was still in my backtalk, but Swapnil kept me in place. I looked up at him just as the power train engine flashed by with the dozen or so rider cars behind it. I shook with frazzle nerves, knowing that everyone on this side of the cars had a hone sentiment of me. This was why Swapnil had also put a partial masquerade over his eyes.

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

"Was that exciting ?"

"My God, yes ! My fearfulness has been to be seen, that something terrible would happen as a result. I was very definitely seen naked and sucking a man's cock who wasn't my husband, but cypher would be able in that newsflash of imagination to acknowledge who I was."I looked at my arm."I'm still shaking."

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

I was puzzled, then aware. Not only was he giving me the opportunity to blow his cock, but he was going to sleep with me, too. He helped me up and I walked on light and trembling peg to the car and was leaned over the hood. He came up behind me and tapped my feet on the inside to encourage Sir Thomas More detachment. I knew there was no issue with my snatch being ready, I could feel the wet. After the sooner sexual climax, sucking man-cock for the first time ( and a large one ), and being surprised to be exposed to a commuter train, I was quick for anything, physically and emotionally.

He placed his cock at my cunt, rubbing the oral sex up and down along the distance of my lips, he found my maw and pressed in. I gasped at the flavour of his bombastic cock school principal, so dissimilar than the tapered cocks of the hound. I moaned at the feel of it as he pressed his putz deeper into me, pulling out a few column inch and pressing back in foster until I felt his rose hip against my bare butt. I felt filled with pecker. It was more than I could have imagined. The knot is filling, but this was filling for the entire length and it was blowing my intellect as he quickly settled into a smooth rhythm of fucking.

My head was on my forearms, he was now pounding into me with more force. My tits were squashed into the bonnet of the car, still a little warm from the drive here. It was delicious and I wasn't sure I could expect 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 gear up ?"

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

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

As the locomotive engine flashed by and the passenger gondola after it, the noise 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 importunity to his fucking so I pressed back against him as he thrust into me, matching his move with mine and compounding the energy of the fucking. My nipples felt like they were on fervour, erect and pressed into the warm metal of the car, the shtup making my tits rub over the open. I slipped a bridge player between my body and the car, rubbing my clitoris as the putz inside me pounded into me with ever new force and intent. As I felt his dick erupt, spewing his cum into me, I spasmed around his cock, another orgasm taking hold of my body.

CHAPTER VII :

After the adventure with Swapnil, Mr. Iyer and I dispensed with the use of texting and accepted talking with the same phones. He continued to taunt me with little challenges around the apartment and neighborhood. In the apartment, I would put the phone on loudspeaker and he would head me using his own imagination of what it looked like.

He seemed to be using the days immediately after the car ride for gentler play and I had the touch sensation he was spooky about what my chemical reaction might be after that experience. I assured him that despite my initial disappointment about not having a dog, I was hunky-dory with everything that had happened and desired more. I was intrigued by what his judgment had come up with both in the parking lot and the late experience. I finally was able-bodied to convert him I was anxious to live more of whatever he devised.

One day, he had me standing in front of the mirror using snip on my nipples and clitoris. They stung, but I told him I found it erotic and stimulating. Encouraged, he had me add more to my cunt mouth. He then expressed his sorrow that he couldn't see what it looked like. I asked him for solitaire and awkwardly walked to the W.C. to retrieve the photographic camera. It had a timer function, which I set and placed on the dresser next to the mirror. I quickly turned toward the tv camera and I heard the dog. I checked the prototype and took a couple more, adjusting the angle. I took the camera to the computer, downloaded it, then uploaded the images to the telephone. I sent him a text with two of the images, one was a closeup of the snip on my cunt back talk and clit. He was delighted, which made me pleased.

Later, I took the range of a function off the computer, transferring the rest to the earpiece. As I busied myself with that task, it occurred to me how well-chosen and gratify I felt. I tried to take apart why I was feeling it so strongly and it seemed to be that there was a man in my animation, even remotely, that appreciated my effort to satisfy him. A man I didn't really know very well was giving me a sense of expiation and achievement my own husband didn't seem capable of giving me.

Another time, he asked me to lube the handle to my hairbrush and employment it into my ass. How obscene. But, I did it and eagerly. No subject the request, I felt a stiff and obligate desire to complete it for him. If I could, I would get a photo as I did with the thicket 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 time photo in some pose. I took a photo wearing a sheer saree with nothing underneath. He came back quickly after that saying that one was very intriguing to him. He liked how I was exposed but still covered. He said he wished he could experience that every day.

He came back with another trace for an experience with the car. I would be picked up at the same location, I should bear the same outfit, and expect the use of the mask, again. I asked, but he would reach no further details. He did not appear to be someone who was satisfied with duplicating the Saami experience twice in a row. Even in the ballpark, he used different dogs or different teases. I didn't think the two fourth dimension in the car would be a extra, either. He was going to allow something different and the mystery story of that heightened the anticipation for me. I was sure this time would somehow include a dog.

The car stumble followed the same pattern as the first time. I was a little disappointed to find the car only had Swapnil driving. I had speculated that the something different this prison term might experience been the engagement and attending of Mr. Iyer. Not that there was anything about Swapnil that could get any disappointment.

I was given the mask, which I put on as I seated myself into the back seat. As we approached the entrance to the westerly thruway, I caught Swapnil's optic in the rearview mirror and he simply nodded. That seemed like a lot to assume from one previous encounter, but I was anticipating the Same instruction to remove my saree and top. I smiled at him, leaned forward to pull the end of the saree from my shoulder, then pulled the top up and over my head. Without a bra, I was now naked from the waist up. I caught him adjusting the mirror and smiled at him, less embarrassed this clip than I had been the late time.

I thought about how to more easily remove the saree in the back seat of a moving car since the struggles of last fourth dimension. I shifted to my knees on the edge of the indorse fanny with my butt toward the front and pulling the bottom edge above my knees. I then was capable to tear the tucks from the belt around my waist and reveal the saree stuff from me. I piled the material against the leave alone side of the hindquarters, the passenger English, and fell back into place in the heart of the seat. I opened my legs astray to his gaze as he adjusted the mirror a little more to see advance down.

I giggled,"Like this, Sir ?"

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

"There is nil ‘ 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 veneration or loyalty ?"

A voice intruded from the dash of the car. Unknown to me, the Bluetooth had been activated."You are redress, my dear. Swapnil is far from a debile servant. Although he does swear out me, he is most importantly my most swear, and sometimes argumentative, pro advisor."

I smiled at Swapnil who had rolled his optic in warp of the compliment about him. I asked,"What do you have in store for me, today, Sir ? And, will I have the pleasure of encounter you, this prison term, too ?"

"You will have got to wait, my beloved. We wouldn't want to ruin the surprise. But, are you masturbating for Swapnil, Deepti ?"

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

Swapnil was struggling between watching the route and watching my fingerbreadth."She has the most beautiful and wet snatch, Sir."

There was a chortle from the elan verbalizer,"I believe she uses the term ‘ cunt ’."I blushed stronger as Swapnil's middle held mine for a present moment. With all the cackle about me and my twat, I didn't achieve an orgasm this time, but I was certainly ready for anything. In fact, besides hoping for a dog, I was hoping for another mating with Swapnil. His tool was glorious and he was skilled with using it. I still was expecting Mr. Iyer had something more in mind.

When we dropped off the expressway and wound through smaller and smaller roadstead, I sat up in anticipation of our destination. We were indeed approaching the same outback area with the gear tracks. I noted by the clock on the dash that the timing was very standardized to the previous time.

After opening the gate, driving through, reclosing the logic gate, and stopping the car in nearly the exact office as end time, I accepted Swapnil hand as an assist in getting out of the back seat. I looked across the water to see masses working in the test Elmer Rice Mickey. The span was still roaring with traffic and the train racecourse lay before us as if a reminder of what they could deport at any moment.

Swapnil came up behind me, slipped his arms around my waist, and I leaned back into him. The terminal time it was all about the sexual act, there was minuscule assuage touch. This felt unspoiled. I knew very well I was going to be sucking and fucking him, again. Doing it all in populace and exposed to those who might pass to see even if from too far a distance for credit or too quickly passed for recognition. But, still, I was in this man's arms, his workforce slowly and gently moving over my raw front, one hand down toward my genital organ but not quite reaching, the other cupping my tit before taking the nipple between his finger and ovolo. He squeezed the mammilla and I mewed softly. He bent over so his former hand could reach down into my crotch, a finger slipping between the protruding back talk. He raised the fingerbreadth up to my mouth and I sucked my own succus off his finger. I turned my face up to him and we kissed.

I turned in his arms and his hands caressed my cover to my butt. We continued to kiss and he picked me up, my ramification instinctively wrapping around his hip joint. He walked me to the bonnet of the car effortlessly and set my rear down on the warm metal. He laid me back across the bonnet and kissed from my lips to my throat, to my chest and teat. He spent minutes kissing and sucking my nipple and nipples. My back arched at the care I had never before get. A man was loving my eubstance !

When his osculation left my nipples and descending down my abdomen, I sighed, then sucked in a abstruse breath as it occurred to me what he might be leading to. As his rim and spit steadily descended over my venter and pubic hummock to the top of my pussy and clitoris, I moaned so trashy I thought it might draw care from the workers except for the bellowing of the dealings above. He slid his script underneath my knees and raised them up, then pushed them apart. I raised my head in utter stupor at what he was doing. His sass 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 hard. I was splayed out like a hen being made ready for stuffing. God, yes ! Yes, I wanted to be stuffed by this man, again. But, what he was doing to me was too serious, too grand, too heavenly to want it to stop. His tongue stiffened and pressed into my cunt. God ! How … how does he do that ? Men do this ? I want a man like this.

There was an emptiness. One moment, my cunt was covered by strong and heedful pleasuring and the side by side moment, it was gone. Emptiness and longing took its space. I opened my eyes, unfocused and directionless.

"Is she ready, Swapnil ?"

I looked between my splayed second joint to find an honest-to-god man standing aboard Swapnil whose eyes reflected lusty desire and zeal."Sir, I think she is always ready. The moment 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 retainer Swapnil showed him was an even bigger index number to me than his appearance. He had a kindly, gentle, fatherly face. He looked to be in his too soon 60's and stood a few inches taller than Swapnil. He carried his exercising weight well, but it was evident that a life of business and offices had added some hammering to his physique. His haircloth was quite grey and receding. He combed it neatly to his right slope. A small moustache was below his nose. He wore wire-framed glasses. Like Swapnil, he wore saucy slacks and buttoned shirt open at the neck.

Puzzled about where he suddenly came from, I scanned around the trees to find an SUV parked away from the entrance we used. Standing succeeding to the SUV attached by a tierce was a dog looking very much like Sheru. My attention was brought back to their continuing comments.

They had shifted positions so Mr. Iyer was now standing directly in front of my splayed thigh, but a yoke time from me. I was getting embarrassed by my vulnerability to them and started allowing my thighs to close, 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 minute when his eyes left his subject of my twat and body to coup d'oeil at my expression. He was unabashedly gazing at my undetermined cunt and occasionally at my tits and the residuum 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 body, doesn't she ? Her curved shape as enticing. I think you are correct, Swapnil, a sexual goddess seems appropriate with a little encouragement."

He came up between my wooden leg, hang over and kissed my pussy. I shivered and moaned. There was something about this easy, 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 division of me that seemed to hold his attending, the most private office of a woman.

He put his hands out to me. I took them and he assisted me down from the bonnet of the car. He pulled me into his sleeve and whispered into my ear,"Thank you, dear Deepti. I am sorry if that might have embarrassed you, but you are so lovely."He put me at arm's distance and looked down my consistence, again."I truly do relish a more mature woman."He held my optic."You've been very centripetal to everything present to you, so far. Are you set up for more ?"

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

"I am sword lily to hear that."During this sentence, Swapnil had disappeared behind the car and was removing two duncical blankets and spreading them on some nearby grandiloquent sens. Mr. Iyer saw where my eyes were watching."Yes, my lamb. Have you ever been fucked three meter in one session, Deepti ? Would you like to be ?"

My mouth dropped open, then formed into a extensive 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 face against his chest."I will try anything you desire of me, Sir. You have ignited something inside me that has inflamed desires, indigence, cravings I didn't know could exist."I raised my read/write head to hire his eyes, unaware that Swapnil had completed the arranging of the blankets and was watching and listening to our telephone exchange."Sir, I feel I am at a precipice in my life. My life-time has been unsatisfying and thwarting, but it was the life I had. You've shown me things, made me feel things, so many things, that are beyond my ability to express. The mere desires I felt born from my defeat to have matured into cravings I don't know what bounds might be for them. I don't understand what is happening to me or where all this will moderate me in life, but at these import, these experiences are what I need."

He pulled me into his branch and kissed the top of my headspring, his bridge player stroking down my bare back to the top of my tail. I melted into his embrace. That picture I had of him early, fatherly, morphed into something more. There was caring, respect, and condition 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 trains. cypher was said or indicated. I simply dropped to my genu in front of them. I moved my hands to Mr. Iyer's belt buckle, first. I undid his belted ammunition, his quagmire clasp and zipper, then pulled his drawers and underwear off his hips and down his branch. I did it quickly and without flash. I looked up at his face and smiled at him. His cock was uncircumcised, also. Although not nearly as long as Swapnil's, it was longer than my married man's, the only former stopcock I had any experience with. I raised his cock with one hand and licked the underside of it from pedestal to top. I put the top into my oral cavity and began sucking on it. I pulled my sass off, attract the foreskin back to let on the head, and returned my backtalk to wet-nurse on the exposed head. I heard him pant, his hand resting on the top of my head and I smiled around the cock.

I moved to Swapnil and repeated everything with him, sucking his stopcock about the same length of fourth dimension. Then, I moved back and forth between the two men, sucking and licking each until I had two hard peter standing before me.

I sat back on my heel, my stifle separated to show my pussy and looked up at the two of them."sir, would you like to cum in my back talk ? Or, would you like to cum inside me ? debate me yours. How may I please you ?"

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

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

"And Sheru ?"

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

He motioned me to lie on the mantle."I want to see into your eyes as I fuck you, Deepti."I was on my backrest, my knee joint bent and spread open. I held my implements of war out to him and he knelt between my wooden leg and aimed his toilsome putz to my cunt, moving the head teacher up and down until he found my maw and pressed into me.

I gasped at his insight. Opening my eyes to find him supported above me on his munition, his hips smoothly and slowly pulling his prick 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 while 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 ramification around his waist and pulled his look to mine and we kissed. I didn't want to suppose about my husband. I only want these two men … and the dog.

My orgasm hit me before he climaxed, but it seemed that my orgasm may have stimulated his. My bitch clenched around his cock and he groaned, soon after he was shooting his cum into my physical structure. He collapsed on top of me and I held him tight, feeling his turncock move inside me as the live on of his semen leaked from his cock.

Before the live time at this blank space, Mr. Iyer had questioned me at length about the auspices I might be using. He was concerned because we were a neuter marriage. He didn't want to introduce Swapnil as a partner for me if there was a chance of my getting significant. I had laughed. Although his house had blamed me for being infertile, it was a relief to Prakash and it was at his insistence that I had my tubes tied to eliminate the possibility in the future. Once fully immersed in his part life, the last thing he felt he needed was suddenly having a family involved. Such was my existence.

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

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

"Oh, my God ! How wonderful !"

He laughed."Do you know Kama Sutra ?"I laughed. I was 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 status. Then, he added more,"There are many lieu, Deepti. relocation your feet in battlefront of you and lean back to me."I felt his hand hold my backrest as I continued to rise and lower, this perspective causing contact in new manner."Now turn around without losing my cock."I looked over my articulatio humeri as if to dispute 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 metrical foot alongside his head and I leaned back onto his ramification. His dick pressed hard against my abdomen.

"These are all locating, Swapnil ?"I was gasping. The changing of side worked to delay the climax that was building.

"stochastic variable of positions."He had me sitting facing him, leaning over his face."There are hundreds of positions and variations."

He thrust into me and I came, I exploded. I dropped my organic structure onto his and buried my nerve into his shirt. Just then, the commuter train blasted its horn and roared past times us. That ignited a second explosion inside me and my clenching cunt brought him to climax.

The geartrain had passed with hardly another persuasion. I was still on top of him. He didn't seem in a hastiness to fall apart and I certainly wasn't. I could palpate his cock softening inside me, slowly shrinking back like a retreating snake.

I raised up and looked at him, then craned my question to stare up at Mr. Iyer."century you say ?"

Mr. Iyer smiled down at us."Well, that is what Swapnil said. He knows substantially than me, certainly. But … I think a sex goddess should be well versed in many of those posture, 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 kiss and farseeing cuddle.

I felt drift and new sounds near. Without raising my head off Swapnil's dresser, I found Mr. Iyer's pegleg and feet and the golden fur of Sheru seating following to him. The scent of sex, even outside, must have been potent because the tip of his cock was peeking from his cocktail dress. I raised myself to sit on Swapnil's hips. His shaft had fully shrunk and only the head of it was still in my puss. As soon as I moved, though, it too slipped out. As it slipped from my grasping jam, I attempted to squeeze with the muscleman, bringing a grinning from him.

I moved off Swapnil and sat on my heels in front of the dog and Mr. Iyer. I patted my thigh and Mr. Iyer released him to come to me. I buried his head into my naked body, my arms around his neck opening as I petted and stroked his dead body, his tush wagging furiously in response. Swapnil was rising and pulling his slack on. I patted the blanket to have Sheru get down on his side. I nuzzled his face, my hired man moving over his belly. After the premature experiences with the wienerwurst, my action was much less provisionary. My fingerbreadth quickly moved over the sheath, stroking the slope and holding it in my hand.

Without looking up,"You said your hotdog had never experienced sexual union with other char, Sir ?"

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

"So, you have never actually seen a adult female with a dog ?"I looked up at him with the fingers of one bridge player stroking the sheath of his dog and the other fondling my own tit. My eyes felt glazed with renewed lecherousness. He shook his head. I smiled and dropped my tending back to the dog.

My tongue found the tip of his reveal stopcock tip and I licked off the drop of precum forming there. I put my rim over the tip and sucked Thomas More out and feeling the putz growing as I did it. I slid the cock into my mouth the in or so until I felt the fir of his sheath. I pulled back and pushed down over it, over and over, taking more peter in the outgrowth. When I was satisfied, I pulled my mouth off and gazed at the reddish dick. Without looking at either of the men and mumbling more than speechmaking, I confessed a new building desire.

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

I didn't delay for a response, it was my own new desire, not born from their desires. I moved to my bridge player and knee and patted my ass. Sheru jumped to his human foot and sniffed my ass. He gave me a few cursory biff, then was quickly on my cover, his pelvic girdle thrusting at me. My helping hand moved to assist him and even the tone of the cock sliding over my palm was thrilling. Like a Pavlovian trigger, the look on my palm triggered the anticipation of penetration and my forcible and song reply. I would not have been surprised if my cunt didn't yawn capable in the prediction of the cock.

I gasped and moaned with the initial penetration, then pressed back into him as he repositioned his traveling bag around my waistline and labor deeper into me. Then, as his frenetic, a****listic mating demeanor fully engaged, I heard the exclamations from both men as they watch the dog return over the mating ritual. My head word sagged on my shoulder. When my eyes slit open, I was again aware of how my bosom swung underneath me as the dog fiercely pounded my cunt with his shaft. The forceful and dominating fucking served to ignite the remaining growth required for his putz. I felt it grow inside me and felt the knot forming. At world-class, I felt something larger pushing between my backtalk, then it was too prominent and was caught outside banging against my slit. I pressed back at him as he pressed and forced his effort at me. The dog peter is good for fucking. The nautical mile is entirely different, hitting touch inside me that only it can with regularity. The knot was a wonderful part of fucking a dog and an experience I knew I could never tire of.

When his grayback stretched me astray and finally pushed in, my brain and senses were singularly focused on that achievement. The consequence 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 passing of the side by side commuter power train. I only became cognisant of the train as the stopping point railway car were passing. The sudden awareness was shocking and acute and resulted in another orgasmic peak crashing over me even before the previous one had ebbed.

Several Day later, I was sitting on a bench in Sundar Nagar Garden next to the football field. I was watching the match. A untried player from the far slope had just sent a recollective notch toward the presence of the goal and his teammate soared into the air and executed a thoroughgoing heading, sending the orchis into the goal. I have long marveled at the forcible acquirement some hoi polloi possess. Mr. Iyer was sitting following to me pretending to read a newspaper while Swapnil sat on a Bench across the pass looking at his smartphone.

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

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

"Deepti, do you be intimate what a submissive personality is ?"

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

"You understand the condition ?"

I giggled nervously,"Yes, certainly, but I also understand why you have used it with me. I see now how my family had control over me and was able-bodied to dictate and rig my determination and choices. I understand why my married man's family was willing to square up on a girl from my background. I would be easily controlled and manipulated to attend to the demand of my husband."

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

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

I couldn't bear to look at him in guinea pig his answer was the dreaded response I didn't want to find out. But, I heard his vocalization light, but firm, in control condition,"Are you dressed appropriately for our encounter ?"My eyes opened wide. I was wearing a saree with a top, but underneath I was not wearing a bra or panty or half-slip. I looked up smiling and nodded. I was also blushing, not because of the admission but because of the feelings of prediction. I glanced at Swapnil and saw the kind, friendly, and caring smile lighting up his case."I have no desire to end this, Deepti. Quite the opposite, in fact. I want to move this kinship forward, but I think to proceed it forward would require some alteration in your life."

"What kind of change ?"

He turned on the bench to look directly at me."Big changes. You want to be free to experience what is potential, don't you ? You are to a greater extent than a kick, Deepti. Recently, you have shown that you could also be a slut."My facial expression showed my reaction."Do you doubt it ? I know your desire, craving for pawl. It was the weenie that truly set you free. But, you have also shown you might crave the pleasures of men, as well, like a honest strumpet. A submissive like you, Deepti, a bitch to dog-iron and a slut to men, would be fun to play with."

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

He nodded."Yes, there was that. I confess my voice in directing and manipulating your experiences all the way to suction and fucking Swapnil before you eagerly did the same to both of us together."He chuckled."Then, as though we weren't sufficiency for you, you wanted to be mounted by Sheru."I giggled shyly at the recent retentiveness."Swapnil called you a sex goddess, remember ? I think with Thomas More guidance and control he will be sort out, more so than he might let expected. Do you discord, Deepti ?"

I shook my head."No, Sir. I mean, I don't know about the goddess part, but the idea he was expressing is exciting for me to conceive of. 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 good and held my heart with his."Deepti, do you need this to remain, even to grow ?"I nodded."Are you sure, Deepti ? To proceed like this would go more restrictive and wild. It can be continued and grown but it would require the big modification I was referring to. To truly go along this satisfactorily we have to bring this out of the shadows. You are a woman who needs unassailable control and direction."

"I'm not sure I understand."

He chuckled,"I know you don't. You are like a neophyte waiting to be groomed into being the strumpet and cunt you could be. That can't be done in a few hours at a time, a few times a week. It requires turning your spirit over to it."

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

"Sir, I can't leave …"

He put up his hand."I understand how of import the sensing of your marriage is for you and your family. Though, I don't think that husband of yours deserves you. He is a tomfool to take in left you in this state that you should bump yourself."

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

"Answer me this childlike question : Do you want to be shown, led, instructed, guided, and freed to search and discover experiences you have only imagined and then well beyond those ?"How would he do that ? How do I answer that ? How could I still be married and agnise all that ? But, if I could … of course of study, I would want that. What does that create me ? A slut, a squawk ? Yes, that's what it would make me. Isn't that what I have been moving toward with his guidance, already ? Of trend !

"Yes … I would want that, but how ?"

"Deepti, there is a saying : To endure fully you have to experiment ; to have the ability to experiment, you have to have confidence ; to have confidence, you have to be secure ; to be secure, 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 fourth dimension it is a much bigger question, isn't it ? Do you trust me this much, Deepti ? Do you trust me to not only to relieve you up to experience more of this while maintaining your marriage but do you trust me to hold what you experience ? I am not offering you a dear human relationship, Deepti, this will be directing you into experiences."

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

"commodity, excellent. I am agitate, too, as I am sure is Swapnil."He chuckled and glanced to his assistant who smiled. Keep that phone nearby. In the next day or two, I will call for a encounter for it all to be explained."

"Yes, Sir."I was almost giddy, which on its face seemed unknown. I was almost giddy to truly become a slavish, controlled adult female directed to increasing intimate experiences. But, I very definitely was.

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

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

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