We recently moved into a new locality. As I was rummaging around in the bonce, I discovered a journal. nearly of it was pretty tame hooey, but the last few ingress got pretty juicy. Here's what I found :

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Dec 5th - dawn

As had become routine, my married man wiener flopped down at our kitchen mesa for a quick breakfast. His fingers worked furiously on the screen of his ever-present phone, checking emails, textbook, and the latest ancestry statistics. Aside from wondering when his pledge and coffee might magically appear, I doubt he would even have noticed if I wasn't there. Like many a untested ‘ trophy wife ’, my illusions of a fantasy marriage to a rich older guy had quickly evaporated in the starting time few calendar month of our union. I sighed, realizing that I had become relegated to simply another one of the many expensive furnishing that comprised ‘ Frank's Big appeal of plaything ’.

"I'm thinking about joining a gym,"I offered, trying to break the bunglesome silence over the break of the day meal. Frank responded by holding up a dismissive hand as an incoming phone call summoned his attention. I seethed quietly to myself, poking at my toast halfheartedly as Frank laughed uproariously at something in his phone conversation. I looked up expectantly, hoping he might share the humor, but he turned away in his chair, checking the clock on the wall and chuckling again.

Suddenly I flinched as I felt a low temperature wet nose spurring at my knee. I heard a unruffled whine from below the kitchen table. I reached down and petted Shindo, our thoroughbred Akita. As with everything else we owned, the big dog had set Frank back a small chance. Yet Shindo was pretty much my dog since I was the only one who gave him any attention. The boatload of money Shindo had cost had done nix to assure a well behaved animal. He was overly energetic, with a preference for getting into anything and everything. One of his almost annoying traits was that he would hold a bee-line for any unprotected mole, sniffing and prodding with his coldness wet nose into the most intimate of places. We had to be on constant precaution against his embarrassing prank if we had Guest in the house.

But as I sat there at the kitchen table, marveling at the sumptuosity train shipwreck my life had become, I was suddenly struck with a very racy and rebellious notion. I smiled pleasantly at Frank as I meticulously buttered a slice of my toast. Under the table, I allowed my wooden leg to part. Shindo was fast to seize upon the opportunity and I felt him wriggle his way between my branch. Still dressed in a bathrobe, I closed my bare thighs down in a receive embrace around the eager Akita, stifling a playful squeal as I felt his snout prod up against my panty clad crotch.

I squirmed in my posterior, unsure of what would bechance next. Whenever Shindo was in one of his crotch-diving mode we always chastised him or banished him from the room. Never had the canine been given free rein, so this was unmapped dominion for us both. His fond breath washed across my sloshed little white pantie. I choked back a giggle as his cold wet nose pressed into my loins, sniffing enthusiastically at the alluring odor he discovered there.

My heart was beating with a combination of fear and libidinous excitement. What if Frank noticed something amiss and discovered the risque doggie between my peg ? I couldn't even imagine the embarrassment as I would have to try to excuse myself. I felt a red flush of ignominy creep its way up my font. I should put a stop to this immediately, I realized. I chewed nervously at my lower lip, and then did the alone reasonable matter. I slowly scooted forward to the sharpness of my chairman, spreading my stage wide-eyed and allowing the curious Akita unrestricted access.

Immediately his wet canid tongue caressed my panty-covered vaginal mound. I clenched my dentition, holding in a concupiscent moan of Passion. This was already Sir Thomas More knowledgeable attending than I had received from weenie in calendar month. I felt my pantie quickly begin to moisten, absorbing both saliva from Shindo's energetic tongue and the steamy dampness oozing from my humid vaginal slit. My tight slippery pussycat -- neglected for far too long -- eagerly unfurled its fleshy pink lips. The Akita dug deeper, lured by the irresistible flavor. Pressing his hooter harder into my lustful cleft, Shindo worked his rough tongue against the thin cotton plant barrier, pushing the crotch of my panties up into my snug little cunt. I gripped the sharpness of the tabular array with both hands, fighting the motivation to lam my legs in reaction to simmering intimate urge that were quickly coming to a boil.

The Akita nipped gently at my panty-covered pussy lips and I shuddered, giving in to the inevitable orgasm. My external respiration became reproof and desperate, and suddenly my hips bucked of their own accord. The juncture of the chairman creaked alarmingly, but hotdog didn't seem to notice. The muscles in my thighs clenched and trembled as a convulsive muscle spasm gripped my puss. Barely in control of my body, I ground my hips in a wearisome, sensual motion in the kitchen chair as Shindo eagerly consumed the syrupy wetness that flooded through the cotton crotch of my pantie. I closed my legs tightly around the Akita's furry head, wrapping him in a have it away embrace as orgasmic ripples vibrated through the deepness of my nooky one-armed bandit. Then, in a terminal spasm, I rocked my head back and pressed my pubic region eagerly forward against the canid's talented schnozzle. My haircloth whipped in a cascade of blonde and I dared to let my hands slip from the board and caress my naked amphetamine thigh. Dragging my fingers up over my bay window, I sensuously squeezed my breasts, pinching my aching nipples through the soft natural covering of my robe.

Then -- finally -- I felt the wonderful superstar in my twat Menachem Begin to falter. Small post-orgasmic shudder continued to register as Shindo maintained a steadily regular recurrence with his talented cunt-licking tongue. Despite his gumptious efforts, the flood of honeyed fluids poured through my pantie faster than he could lap them up. I felt a warm, sticky pool Menachem Begin to form on the seat of the chair, soaking my panties from below. The scent of wet puss butter hung heavily in the air, overwhelming the mundane breakfast olfaction of java and toast.

"wellspring, time to go,"hotdog announced, ending his conversation and rising from the table. I jerked in shock and then looked at him, slack-jawed and with glazed centre, trying to recover from my sexually-induced stupefaction. He took no observation of my tussled hair, blushing expression, or panting breath as he gathered his cay and briefcase and headed out to his car. I heard the garage threshold rhythm and the engine of his Mercedes growl to biography. The sound of the car receded as the reflex garage doorway rattled shut. I sat there at the kitchen table in my cum-soaked panties as Shindo continued to diligently play his tongue in my panty genital organ. A singled binge rolled down my buttock as I stared ahead into nihility.



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December 6th - good morning

Frank arrived at breakfast, his speech sound once again his steadfast familiar as I faded into the backdrop of his world. I however felt a renewed common sense of inflammation."I still thinking about joining that gym,"I blurted, looking to dog for some sort of acknowledgment. It was a banner day as he granted me a barely perceptible nod as he pecked out an email."It's one of those all-lady gyms, just in sheath you're upset about that,"I continued. Frank's total lack of reaction suggested that he wasn't overly concerned.

"Well, let's see what sort of dainty we have for breakfast today,"I remarked mostly to amuse myself. I suppressed a grin, given that the spread on the board was the like fare as every day -- coffee and toast. However, the spread under the mesa today was slightly unlike. Shindo was uncharacteristically well behaved, sitting patiently under the tabular array. It was almost as if he and I were co-conspirators in our blue footling secret. But as I spread my wooden leg he quietly rose to his feet and worked his way between my lenient, creamy second joint. Today he found no step-in barrier separating him from my girlish magic spell. Instead he found me moist and expectant, my naked, ruffled pussy brim already unroll with arousal. Perched on the boundary of the death chair, I spread my stage, causing my pussy to gawk give for him. Looking down I saw a drip of my buttery sauce ooze out, trailing down to the level on a shimmering tarradiddle of vaginal fluid. The big dog intercepted the slowly descending streamer on his tongue, licking his chops in expectation.

Then Shindo dove into the independent course of instruction. His grating wet tongue embraced the lips of my fathead, savoring the tasty venting glistening on my pink flesh. Licking me cleanse, he pulled back, his mandible working as he relished the lingering flavor. As a tryout, I attempted to disquiet him with a little corner of toast. Normally he was up for any little morsel, but the vauntingly canine completely ignored it. He had obviously acquired a preference for the discernment of buttery pussy muffin instead. I popped the piece of toast in my mouth and chewed as the Akita pushed his honker back against my twat. I squirmed as his cold nose made impinging with my button. His spit teased my fleshy little nub of delight and I gave a muted pant in response. Then his oral member slipped lower, working its way into the clutching tunnel of my cunt. Elbows on the table, I interlaced my fingers and rested my chin on my workforce, trying to maintain a bored face as various column inch of wet dog knife wriggled up into my tight little snatch.

The Akita attempted to research every hidden nook and cranny of my clutching pinko vaginal plication, turning his furry head this way and that to exploit every angle. I had never imagined that a doggy tongue was so incredibly long -- or maneuverable. But it was a uncovering that I enjoyed with lustful delight. And then, just as I thought that the canine had finally achieved the ultimate limits of his oral exam scope, I felt his furry snout begin to pry its way into my pussy. I gulped in horror, realizing that the animal seemed intent on fucking me with his face. I groaned at the sensation but then started to lower my mitt to pull his snout back out of my twat. But then I flinched, quickly resuming my chin-on-hands pose as Frank looked up and favored me with a rare but disinterested coup d'oeil. I reached down with trembling hands and retrieved my cup of coffee, desperately attempting to assert a formula face as a fair portion of the Akita's snout tunneled its way into my quivering goofball.

I set the cup down in its dish aerial, a rattling noise filling the kitchen as the two art object of china clattered together under my shaking digit. I squirmed in my chairman, trying to accommodate the unbelievable stretching sensation in my pussy. Then Shindo's glossa lashed out once again, digging its way into previously unexplored realm of my lustful have it off sleeve. I could feel the wet tip of his clapper deeply embedded, devouring the sticky discharge that oozed in an unstoppable flow from my fleshy vaginal embrace. It felt as if the voracious beast was only a few inches short of slipping his eager tongue into the opening of my womb. Accepting that mental look-alike as a challenge I spread my limber thighs even encompassing and gently pressed my hips forward onto his snout. The Akita seemed to sense my wanton demand, responding with a forceful push of his own.

A glistening luster of perspiration broke out on my os frontale, betraying the try of our obscene interaction. The collaborative exercise paid off, and another two inches of furry canine snout were press-fit into my greedy footling cunt. But then, just as I was expecting his tongue to restart its lecherous geographic expedition, the Akita pulled back, withdrawing his snout from my snatch and leaving me gaping and in a desperate country of foiling. Then I heard Shindo pant a heroic breath and I realized the rationality for his actions. The poor doggy was unable to breath with his snout deeply buried in the profoundness of my wet wet twat. The Akita's sides heaved as he replenished his oxygen supply.

I gazed down at the cuspid with care but he appeared to be recovering. Then with renewed energy he licked the thick froth of cunt ointment from his jowls and burrowed his way back into my creamy tunnel of lust. I bit my lower lip as he stretched me to new limitation. A strangled moan of passion almost escaped my mouth. His gazed up at me with an implicit mixture of canine sexual love and luxuria. His schnozzle was buried so deep that his dark soulful middle stopped just short of my widely stretched glistening twat sass. Deep in the depth of my cunt I felt his lingua surge Forth River, wriggling and twisting as it burrowed its way into the far reaches of my grasping wet embrace.

Suddenly I trembled, feeling the tip of his wriggling knife breach the entryway to a new region of my dead body. The attack of my orgasm was mental, overwhelmed by the realisation that I had the tip of a naughty doggy tongue tickling the entrance to my womb. I barely managed to choke back a frantic scream of ecstasy, throttling it back to a barely audible growl of animalist passion. Then my pussy contracted in a powerful spasm and my pelvic arch bucked in rapid taking over, burying even more of Shindo's large neb in my alarmingly over-stretched cuckoo. I fought a desperate battle to maintain ascendence of my body, lest I fall to the story flopping like a Pisces the Fishes in the traveling bag of my orgasmic muscle contraction. My knuckles turned white as I gripped the boundary of the tabular array and hung on in despair. I bit my miserable lip as my extended orgasm caused my kitty-cat to clench down over and over, grasping at the Akita's deeply embedded snout and tongue. Shindo rode me like an expert, moving with my every buck and crook, unrelenting in his oral aid. My thighs quivered in a muscular cramp as I closed them tightly around the head of my furry friend. Finally, with a hushed gasp, I suddenly relaxed as the net of my orgasm was wrung from the flexing tissues of my twat.

Shindo withdrew, panting and desperate for a renewed influx of air. My kitty gaped shamelessly and a seeming river of melted cunt butter poured from my open air fuck slot. The whitish discharge dripped freely and clung to both of my internal second joint in a shimmering application. I blinked, trying to focus on wiener as he sat in his president, still intention on his all-important text content. A growing puddle of simmering pussy cream grew on the base between my feet, but Shindo was quick and tidal bore to lap up all the incriminating evidence.

Frank rose and headed off to work, unmindful as usual.

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December 6th - afternoon

After a long shower bath and a quick lunch I gathered up my courage and made my way down to Bumper's, the ladies-only gym and spa I had found. I went up to the return and told the girl I was thinking about getting a membership. She introduced herself as Lydia, and told me she was the owner. I was impressed since she seemed to be only a few yr sr. than my age of twenty. Lydia gave me an in-depth enlistment. We talked about the several exercise classes that were offered and she showed me how to use a lot of the exercising weight machines, stationary cycle, and tread-wheel. I liked what I saw, and signed up for a six month membership on the stain.

I had brought some workout clothes with me, so I went into the locker elbow room and changed. I felt a piffling embarrassed, wearing my old"Hello Kitty"sport bra from high school. But I figured I could buy some new gearing once I got a sense of what was considered fashionable around here. Stepping back out of the cabinet room, I surveyed the Brobdingnagian raiment of gym equipment, not for certain where to start. There was a Jazzercise class in sitting, so I went over to learn, just trying to get a feel for everything.

As I was standing there, I suddenly felt a presence next to me. Standing to my right wing was a beautiful redhead, dressed in very inadequate shorts and a frayed-out cut-off rolling Stones tee shirt. She was in her late twenty dollar bill and stood a couple inches marvelous than my five foot five height."I feel like a kid in a candy entrepot,"she remarked, gazing out on the assembling of prancing girls in an array of exertion, boxers and loaded yoga pants. I felt a bit self-aware. I was a bring down one hundred and fifteen pounds, but was feeling a bit soft and wiggly compared to the hard, lean body on display in the class.

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

"Yeah, hi, I'm Suzy,"I replied, extending my hand."And yeah, first day. I'm like a total gym virgin, so be blue-blooded,"I joked.

"Oh ? Really ?"Maggie replied, looking me up and down."Well ... how intriguing."I gave her a favorable smile in issue, excited to already be making admirer."So ..."Maggie continued, bobbing her pass slightly towards the other side of the gym."You wan na ?"

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

Maggie drifted her attention back to the example class for a moment, and then turned back to me."minx,"she replied."Do you want to come eat my pussy ?"

My lower jaw dropped, thinking I must not have heard her correctly. She saw my look of shock and a red hot flash of embarrassment began to creep up her face."Oh my god,"she stammered."I'm so sorry ! You're not one of Lydia's young woman, are you ? It's just that ... Oh, dammit, it's just that you're wearing that ‘ Hello Kitty'athletics bra ... All of Lydia's female child always wear a pink ‘ how-do-you-do pot ’. It's sort of like the secret handshake around here ... So I just thought ... Dammit ! Please, I am so sorry,"Maggie stammered in uneasy apology.

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

Maggie bit her lower lip, looking down at the floor like a juicy schoolgirl, nodding."Please,"she begged,"I didn't mean anything by it. It was just a mistake, that's all ... Like I said, all of Lydia's girls always wear that ‘ hi kitty-cat'logo like you have on, and you're so cunning, so I just thought you ..."She looked like she was going to cry.

I felt a strange feeling laundry over me, similar to that sense of revolt I had felt when I first let my bow-wow Shindo lick my panties at the breakfast board. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I wrestled with the conflicting thoughts awash in my psyche. Taking Maggie's bridge player in mine, I leaned in last."Shhh ... It's ok."I whispered. A grateful expression washed over her.

I paused, fearing that this was one of those potentially witching moments, and it was balanced on the edge of slipping away forever. I swallowed, trying to gather my courage."I ... ah ... I'm not one of Lydia's ... you know ... young woman,"I stammered nervously."But do you recall that ... maybe ... you could teach me ?"I swallowed again, feeling a flush of overplus upgrade up my face. Had I just done that ? Had I just propositioned a lesbian at the gym ? Well, I guess that was one way to realize an interesting stamp right off the bat. I felt my heart licking in my breast as I looked deep into her eyes, visually pleading for her to not reject me."Please ..."I urged her in a pleading rustle."Teach me how to ... to eat out your passably fiddling pussy."

A wide grin crossed Maggie's face and she nodded eagerly, taking my hired hand in tow and leading me across the gym. After my dog Shindo's amazing oral treatment of my slit this first light, I certainly had a few mind in my head, but resolved myself to letting Maggie teach me the proverbial ropes.

Reaching the front end desk, Maggie asked Lydia in an mad rustling,"Can we get a key to a massage room ?"Lydia looked at us in confusion."A case of mistaken identity,"Maggie explained, gently tracing her finger's breadth across the ‘ hello Kitty'trope printed across the left hand breast of my sportsman bra."But we got it sorted out, so now Suzy here is officially ‘ in training ’. You two can speak later and work out the details."Lydia scowled, shooting Maggie a disapproving smell. Then she reluctantly handed over a key, saying zippo. I could differentiate she was not thrilled about Maggie's unsolicited recruiting efforts.

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December 6th - Later that afternoon

"first gear time with Maggie ?"Lydia inquired with a knowing smirk as I approached the social movement counter at the gym about an hr later to yield her key. A flush of ignominy rushed up my face.

"First clock time -- with any girl,"I whispered, running my fingers through my wet and matted hair's-breadth. Lydia gave me a knowing smile, having apparently gotten over her earlier irritation."That girlfriend is a bit of a squirter,"she acknowledged with a mischievous smiling. I let the understatement stand without foster remark, looking down at the wide of the mark, wet spatter of female ejaculation that stained most of the straw man of my athletics bra with Maggie's key signature odor.

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

"I think so,"I acknowledged quietly, trying to ignore my subconscious mind mind as it offered up tidings like ‘ Lesbian, cocotte, and whore ’. Checking around to see if anyone else was within listening distance, I continued."Maggie paid me LX dollar mark. Your cut for anything that happens at the gym is one-third. Anything outside the gym is my own business sector. If I'm wearing anything with ‘ howdy jackpot ’, it means I'm ‘ working'that day. If anyone starts asking nosey interrogative, I'm out, and you don't know nothing. Oh, and the customer is always right."

Lydia gave a slight nod of her head as I recited each distributor point from memory."Clever girl,"she praised, gesturing towards my smattering of bills with a flick of her finger. I peeled off the least embarrassing xx dollar bank bill for her and tucked the respite into my pocket."Welcome to the gym,"Lydia offered

Just then Maggie strolled by, a spring in her measure and looking immensely satisfied. He gave my ass a playful slap as she passed. She paused, leaning over comeback with a whisper to my new ‘ genus Bos ’."That's a quality little cunt, there Lydia. You put that missy and her legerdemain tongue to work for you !"

I blushed fiercely at the compliment and gave her departing pattern a wafture as the movement threshold banged shut. I turned and headed for the showers, realizing that I was going to ask to invest in a whole lot more ‘ Hello Kitty'physical exertion apparel if I planned on presenting a wise appearance for each new customer during the day. But for today there was nothing to be done but simply mare's nest through. I went back over to the exercise room, seeing what new aid I might attract in the crowd of fille ...

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December 9th - Morning

wiener left early on this morning time, not having bothered to separate me in forward motion about a week-long business sector slip he had scheduled. I couldn't find the need to get up for breakfast, thinking I would just catch some Z's in. But I was awakened with a subdued canid whine. I turned on the nightstand light and there was Shindo, his heart just visible over the boundary of the bed, looking at me with an expectant wag of his tail. The big Akita had definitely become a fan of our new sunup subroutine and after an inexplicable delay he had come up to see when his morning breakfast"treats"would be delivered. I groaned and rolled over, reaching out to give him a lazy scratch on the neck.

The Akita was not appeased with my efforts. With an effortless bound, the huge dog leapt up onto the bed, causing the figure to skreak under the impact."Shindo ! Naughty Doggy !"I chastised, half-heartedly trying to shoo him back off onto the floor. He resisted and I giggled at the game."Well, at least you came to like me a happy birthday,"I sighed sadly. I had hoped in vain that Frank might get left a identity card, flowers, or a present for my 21st, but found no evidence of any such efforts.

Shindo barked and lunged at me teasingly and we tussled in the covers. I shrieked in surprisal as I tumbled from the bed, dragging a tangle of blanket, pillows, and a barking Akita with me as I fell. Laughing I squirmed to undo myself from the snare of the blankets wound around my legs. As I struggled to get onto my hands and knees I suddenly felt a heavy system of weights soil on my cover. Shindo wrapped his furry presence manus around my naked body. I felt something rigid and fleshy prod insistently at the cotton wool genitals of my panties as the orotund Akita jostled for place on my upturned buttocks. I glanced over at the full length mirror on the press door, seeing Shindo mounted on my back. His furry haunches ground against my firm little panty-clad rump.

He pulled back for a moment and I gasped at the reflected image. The Akita was sporting a huge hard-on ! It was every bit of eight in in length, and looked to be as compact as my articulatio radiocarpea. A tenacious, slimy driblet of pre-cum dangled from the fleshy tip. Shindo turned and looked at me in the mirror, our optic coming together and lockup in a meaningful exchange. Now I suppose that any respectful girl will differentiate you that she would have immediately put a stoppage to this obscene evolution. Honestly, I'll believe that when I see it. My hormones were raging from my tribade encounters at the gym over the past several sidereal day. I had been too long ignored by a inattentive husband. There wasn't even a good deal of a moral quandary. One way or another, I was going to get my birthday fuck !

torture against the Akita's physical structure system of weights I managed to jump to a kneeling post. Shindo kept his front man mitt tightly locked around my rib cage, hopping awkwardly on his hind legs as I shifted status. His furry paws clamped possessively around my torso, just underneath my small firm tits. My tit were perked into rigid short heavy brown nubs of lust. My fingers frantically reached for the waistcloth of my panties, dragging them down to my knees and exposing my rapidly moistening pussy. With a grunt I dropped back down onto my hired man and knees as the immense dog's weight once Thomas More settled down onto my back. Shido squirmed, maneuvering himself into piazza. I wriggled my hips in invitation. Carefully the Akita maneuvered the tip of his dick into alignment, finding the opening to my quivering slit and easing himself just inside.

With graceful motion, Shindo pressed himself forward. Nearly half his putz slid into my snatch with a delicious friction. I groaned with love, clenching my vaginal muscles, causing him to slowly travail to a halt. He issued an excited bark, thrilled to discover that his human female acquaintance had a wonderfully tight and fuckable twat. He withdrew, fighting against the greedy, grasping bosom of my humid jazz burrow. Only the tip of his cock remained engraft as he steadied himself. Then with a forceful lunge he thrust up and into me. I met him with a sultry reply of my own, urgently rolling my rosehip up and back. I grunted under the impact, my nude ass boldness flattening as they pushed up tight against his furry haunches. With that vigorous thrust he was fully hilted, his full round ball sack pressed up tight against my vaginal lips.

He paused, jostling on my book binding as he adjusted his stance. Then, as if by mutual unspoken agreement, we both built up to a furious footstep. He pounded me like a machine, his haunches a blur as he thrust and withdrew in a cycle of brutal, punishing fuck stab. I moaned like a whore, bucking my rosehip frantically as I clenched my vaginal muscles, milking the distance of his massive cock. Our sexual coupling was brute, animalistic, and exactly what I desperately needed. I felt him transfix down harder around my rib John Cage, betraying the importunity of his motility. His jaws latched onto a patch of my long blonde hair's-breadth, yanking my head teacher backwards and causing me to curve my spine downward in response. My rosehip rolled upward, pressing my quivering pussy harder into his loins. My cunt rim rippled, clasping his pistoning pecker in a tight, loving embracing. Vaginal fluids drained from the tight seal of approval between my lips and his prick. A steady dribble oozed out and splattered down into the scanty spanned between my knees. Soaking through the thin cottony fabric they began to spread a wet stain into the pricy Oriental rug beneath me.

Shindo lunged forward and held his position, every endure throbbing column inch of his massive stopcock socketed deep in my thankful little pussy. He issued a quiet down whine and then I felt his cock mile set out to swell up inside my puss. It was the critical bit. If I expelled him now I could free myself from this punishing sexual encounter. But I knew if I delayed, my fate would be sealed. Cunt and canine would be coupled together until he unloaded his orb into the depth of my womb. There was really only one choice in the subject. I lowered my expression to the carpet in a submissive placement, pressing my hip back against him hard. The bare cheeks of my business firm croupe flattened as I ground myself against him. I clenched down tightly with my kitty-cat, making sure as shooting he had no chance to escape. My naked thighs trembled with enceinte lust as I felt his knot continue to swell. My kitty-cat strained with the monumental stretching, the lips of my slit bulging outward around his rhythm, fleshy mainstay. His naut mi swelled to its maximum size of it, throbbing ominously within the straining lips of my pussy. I was securely mounted and nil could single out us now.

Shingo let go of my hair and raised his head towards the ceiling. A lengthy howl filled the room, accompanied by my eager squeal of mania. I felt his balls pull up tight against the widely splayed sassing of my puss, contracting in a powerful muscle spasm. His cock swelled alarmingly within the confines of my tight niggling slit as a thundering load of hot dog cum raced down the length of his shaft. I gasped, feeling him set off inside me. A geyser of doggy sperm rocketed into my vaginal burrow, a tidal wave of frothing goo spraying and splattering every go corner and cranny of my quivering pussy. I shrieked, feeling my cunt convulse in a powerful orgasm. My rippling vaginal muscleman clamped down tight on his invading dig, milking him in a powerful grip as his cum carom unloaded his second eruption into my essence.

My orgasm raced through my body. I clenched my teeth as my vision blurred. My thighs and tummy shivered with lubricious joy as my slit lips seemed to writhe with a nous of their own. I even felt my tight petty shit ruck in and out in a rhythmic series of orgasmic contractions, gaping undefended and then clenching tightly shut as I shuddered and gasped for breath.

Shindo driving force again, raising my human knee off the trading floor with the force of his lunge. A third fountain of dog cum was forcefully delivered into my kitty. I felt the delicate tissue begin to stretch, filled to the limit with an overstuffing of cock and cum. The Akita's cock swelled once more than, quivering in the hold of my orgasmic vaginal embracement as his testis pumped furiously. With no outer space left within my pussy, his scalding gusher of cum boiled over into my uterus, coating my entrails with a soothing glaze of his gluey beloved potion. I was absolutely full phase of the moon to the brim. Shindo bucked his haunches again, seemingly tireless in his feat to interject his gooey seeded player into every last crevice of my snatch. But I was finally overloaded. I felt my breadbasket dude as his pecker pulsed, launching ever more longsighted stringy ropes of churning cum into my twat. The seal of my clutching pussy lips around his throbbing pecker gave way and a cascade of frothing cum and vaginal juice gushed forth, splattering obscenely into my rob step-in and onto the now ruined imported rug.

Shindo gave one final exhausted jabbing and Sir Thomas More streamlet of our mixed cream drained from my exhausted pussy. Then he collapsed on my back, both of our sides heaving as we desperately fought to regain our breathing place. As his breathing finally resumed formula he gave the rear of my cervix a series of loving licks. Then he attempted to light. I held him business firm, clutching down tightly with the warmly embrace of my snug pussy, not wanting to lose that wonderful star of fulfillment. He conceded to my desires, resting heavily on my back as his stopcock naut mi slowly subsided in the grip of my vaginal embracement. I felt his powerful heart whipping and my own acquired his rhythm, throbbing as a one coupled beast. After what must stimulate been nearly half an hour his knot had finally deflated down to normal size. There was zilch I could do to stop the retreat of his softening cock as it slithered from my tender pussy. A cascade of steamy fluid poured from my gaping fuck cakehole as he withdrew, adding to the hopeless stain on the rug beneath me. Streams of our mingle release oozed down my au naturel thighs as I basked in the fading afterglow.

Finally I rose, brawn aching from the awkward stance. I dragged the cum-drenched pantie the remainder of the way off my legs and took a foresighted soothing shower bath. I toweled off, feeling my pussy continue to debilitate. I glanced at my discarded pantie on the floor, soiled wet with dog cum and vaginal goo. With a wayward sense of accolade I tugged the employ panties back on, wriggling my coxa to firmly seat them. The sticky wet crotch library paste itself securely to my still offer vaginal mound. I inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of spend sex as it enveloped me in a heady cloud. And then, throwing on a dyad of sweats and an old tee shirt, I went out to the center, looking to encourage inflate my inventory of ‘ how-do-you-do puss'workout habiliment with some well-deserved birthday shopping.

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December 9th - Afternoon

After an early luncheon and a cascade I finally made it to the gym. numerous calls of"Hey Suzy !"began to ring out before I even made it to the building. I grinned and waved to them all. I had only been here a calendar week, but I had never felt so welcome and at home anywhere in my sprightliness.

inside, Lydia greeted me at the front desk. I settled up my account with her from the premature day, realizing that I had managed to bag over six hundred one dollar bill yesterday, even after paying out her pct. It certainly didn't seem like ‘ work ’, I thought with a grin. The belief briefly crossed my idea that I was no longer entirely subject on hot dog's money for my existence.

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

"well, I did marry one,"I offered in an uncertain tone. Lydia laughed heartily in response.

But then her reflexion turned back to the serious. She licked her rim, pausing in an awkward silence, trying to choose her words."I've had some ... ‘ special requests'from some of the ladies at the gym ..."she began, trailing off at the end. I cocked an brow, singular as to what she was tap-dancing around. Taking a deep breath, she forged ahead."We used to cause a lady friend here who had a particular gift that our bounty clients really miss. She was ... well, she had a bit of ... of an anal fetich. So they were wondering if you ... I mean, no pressure, if that's not your thing, but I just thought I would contrive it out there ..."She stopped there, looking at me expectantly.

I looked back at her, trying to sue the scattered information."Do you imply ..."I glanced around nervously even though we were safely in her closed off position."You mean like ... licking little girl'... assholes ?"I inquired in a susurration. My heart were wide. Why was my heart hammering double-time ? I felt a flush of red slipstream over my face. Lydia nodded slightly, waiting for me to respond.

"Girls do that ?"I replied in daze amazement, trying to opine such a thing."Gosh, ah, Lydia, I don't know ... I mean, I've never actually ... you know ... done that."I replied still in a nervous whisper.

"Had you ever eaten puss before starting here ?"Lydia inquired with a flash. I shook my psyche, grinning. My life had been painfully boring and normal until just a few days ago."wellspring, you're one of those rare natural talents when it comes to lapping up snatch. I'll bet that hot little tongue of yours could put to work its special magic rimming out a squiffy little butthole too."

I pondered that, unable to observe any fault in her logic."Rimming"I asked in a curious hush, never having heard the term.

Lydia frowned, trying to figure out how to best explain it. Suddenly her look brightened."Here, I'll appearance you,"she replied. Stepping to her computer she pulled up the internet and typed in a search for gay woman rimming. A cascade of links for pictures and video filled the concealment. I gasped at the mess, holding my hand over my mouth in shock."puff up that one !"I urged breathlessly as a particularly pretty duo of girls caught my aid. After an in-depth probe of respective telecasting and numerous photos, Lydia closed the blind, much to my disappointment.

"Well, what should I tell them ?"she investigate."It usually pays about forked what you're getting now."

I pondered my answer. The money sure was tempting. And I found myself more than a small intrigued by the idea. But could I land myself to do it in actuality ? I didn't want to piss promise to Lydia and then find my acquisition were not up to the task."I'm just not certain I would be good at it,"I confessed."I mean, maybe if one of the young woman were unforced to let me try to learn ..."

Lydia considered this, her judgement working as to who might serve as a willing coach. As her genial bicycle turned, I found my gaze drawn down to the rounded gallant of her hips. She was wearing a tight, white mini skirt that hugged itself to the bender of her shapely tooshie. I subconsciously licked my backtalk, wondering what tremendous gem might lay buried deep in the crack of her scrumptious ass. I could feel my step-in begin to moisten at the thought process. She turned to look at me, not missing the centering of my unabashed stare. Without a word she reached behind her and tugged down the zipper of her skirt. The silky garment seemed to pelt down her shapely peg, leaving her firm creamy rear end clad only in a narrow thong panty that was wedged tightly into the crack of her ass.

She bent over the desk. I approached her from behind, my heart pounding in my thorax. I knelt down behind her, thinking to myself that ‘ kissing your bosses ass'was rarely performed so literally. With trembling hands I reached up and found the contract waistband of her G-string panties. I tugged them downward, dredging the thin band out of the gap of her ass. The small triangular genitalia of the panties peeled slowly off her vaginal agglomerate, trailing shimmering streamer of pussy lube that soaked the cottony crotch. She stepped with one foot and then the other as I worked the panties off her invertebrate foot. Her high cad gave a wonderful raising to her shapely ass as she leaned over the desk. Freed from her panties, Lydia widened her posture, spreading her house, tanned branch. Her ass crack gaped spread out before me, exposing her naked pussy. And there, just a scant column inch higher, I found the object of my salacious desire.

I had never seen an anus close up before. It was a marvelously precious little lineament, framed so perfectly between her creamy white rump face. The puckered, wrinkled figure was a pinkish brown. The wrinkles radiated outward from the tightly clutched center, forming a perfect minuscule star-shaped orifice. I knew from the moment I saw it that I was in love and lust.

I leaned in, working my cheek into the cryptic cleft of her ass crack. I used my script to spread her impudence, allowing me to cut into deeper. Without a lead of reluctance I pressed my lips to Lydia's puckered little pooper. I heard her gasp with pleasure as I nuzzled her in an repulsive buss. I let my tongue flicker out, teasing and gently probing the incredibly tight resistor of her rectal portal. Applying more pressure, the battle between my eager tongue and Lydia's fiercely clenched picayune shit socket began ...

... As I finished, Lydia collapsed across the desk with a final orgasmic cramp. My exhausted natural language finally pulled from its deeply embedded billet in her rectum. Wiping my facial expression and savoring the aftertaste, I watched with satisfaction as Lydia shuddered her way through a series of post-orgasmic twitches."I ... I think you just earned your first furtherance,"She offered in a dyspneal vocalism. I flashed a vast grinning in response.

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Dec 10th - eve

After I left Lydia's office yesterday, she had enthusiastically spread the Christian Bible that I was now usable -- and highly recommended -- for ‘ exclusive services ’, to use her full term. ‘ Ass licking'struck me as such a vulgar sounding way to put it, so I liked her sugar-coating terminus instead. But regardless of what we chose to call it, my agenda for today filled rapidly. I had to make an former start to get all the bore lady worked in. By the end of a very long day, I had seen enough little pink lady rectums up close and personal to net me for a while. But I had well over one thousand dollars in my pouch for my sweat, even after paying Lydia her cut.

I drove nursing home, distracted by the relentless quiver I felt in my ass. I kept thinking of all of those stringent little pucker I had spent the day caressing and tonguing out. An gravid grin crossed my face as I pulled into the driveway. I hoped Shindo wasn't too angry with me. I hadn't had time to luxuriate in our morning tomboy with him today, so I thought he might be feeling a bit neglected. wellspring, maybe letting the Akita wriggle his eager tongue up my closely little twitching mother fucker was just the bonding experience we needed to patch up affair up.

But my lusty fantasies came crashing to a halt as the service department threshold rolled up and there was Frank's car. Apparently his commercial enterprise head trip had ended early. I cursed my bad portion but put on my right role player smile and greeted him as I came in the room access. He gave me a cark wave and went back to the conversation on his telephone set. An vacate container of Chinese take-out sat on the kitchen table. I noted he hadn't bothered to get one for me. Disgusted, I decided to simply maneuver to bed early.

Shindo greeted me in the hall with a friendly bark. But as I stormed past with my temper construction, his bum drooped with doubt. He turned and cautiously followed me up to the bedroom. I tossed my purse onto the bed with an angry question. The Akita gave a quiet whimper of concern and settled down onto the carpet, his head between his nominal head paws with a sad feeling, watching me.

Suddenly I realized that I wasn't going to let Frank bollocks my evening. I had planned for a nice intimate time with my doggy, and darn it, that's what I was going to get. In fact, I found I couldn't concern less that hotdog was right down stairs. I reached under my mini dame and peeled off my sticky-wet panties. I tossed the undies in the management of the canine and he eagerly began to sniff and lick the drenched and tricky cotton private parts. I discarded skirt and sports bra and kicked off my lawn tennis brake shoe, leaving me dressed in nix but my garden pink ankle wind sleeve.

I sat on the bed and then lay down on my back, my legs draped over the edge. I patted my naked thigh and Shindo rose, tail wagging happily. I spread my legs, opening myself as he approached, wondering how I might entice Shindo to lick my ass instead of just my pussy. The big eye tooth however had another plan in mind. Reaching the bed he reared up with his social movement paws, straddling my prone form. I looked down, seeing his huge erection bobbing ominously below his furry belly. The meaty shaft was aligned directly with my loins. He thrust forward, his putz finding my wet cunt and sinking easily into its welcoming embrace. I groaned with passion as he began to stroke in and out.

But somehow it just wasn't enough. It wasn't enough with Frank right downstairs, not saying two parole to me after returning from his trip. It wasn't enough after a day of unfulfilled intimate energy at the gym. My tender niggling butthole puckered back and Forth, demanding attention. I tried to balk, but the prurient impulse was too powerful. I squirmed backwards on the bed, moving away from the rapidly thrusting Akita. He pulled back to make another punishing fuck-thrust, but his cock slipped from my pussy. Throbbing and glistening wet with my vaginal succus it tucked up loaded under his furry tummy, dripping farseeing strands of my treacly sexual lubrication. He whined in protestation, wondering why his pussy-ride had come to a premature end.

I squirmed back into position. Reaching down, I found and grasped his cock, feeling it quiver in my grip. I rolled my hips upward, blindly maneuvering the tip of his barker prick between my stage. I sighed with lustful anticipation as the sarcoid tip of his dick eased its way into the recessed dimple of my ass. Shindo paused in uncertainty. This didn't feeling like fille pussy. He gave an experimental energy. My tight little rectal gateway trembled, pulsing in and out as his slippery turncock knob increased the pressure. I bit my lower lip, feeling myself set about to stretch. Then suddenly my anus blossomed open and the inaugural few inches of doggy cock were forced into my straining asshole. The Akita looked at me with an amazed aspect on his face. What a marvellous find to find that human girls apparently had two pussies he could fuck ! And this second petty ass tunnel was so much tighter than the commencement ! He withdrew, leaving just the tip of his cock inside me. Then he thrust again. He plowed deeper and I moaned, spreading my legs wider.

Instinctively I brought my wooden leg up, wrapping them around his furry haunches and crossing my ankle joint over his lower back. This rolled my hips upward, perfectly aligning my quivering small rectal gateway with his thrusting hammer. He stroked backwards, a mind-numbing friction burning within my clutching gut as dog and girl flesh skimmed in passing. Then he pounded me with a powerful thrust as I urged him into me with a desperate clenching of my legs. Slowly he ground to a halt, the unbelievable tightness of my anal ass sleeve rippling along his embedded distance. His doggy Ball throbbed against my ass and I knew he was fully sheathed inside me.

He stroked out and hammered back in. My thigh rippled with the jarring impact. As my nether opening stretched to accommodate him, the Akita began to blame up fastness. I uncrossed my branch from his back, returning them to the bed and spreading myself panoptic underneath him in open invitation. He began to piston in and out at a unrestrained pace. I desperately tried to assemble him thrust for poking with my pelvic girdle, but eventually he out-paced me. I simply lay back on the bed, my teeth jarring with every brute uncut interpolation, moaning with inane passionateness.

I felt his cock greyback get to well, stretching my tuck niggling anus to new property as he forced the magnify organ into my rectal clutch. But then I groaned, stretched to my demarcation line as he tugged his knot back out of my ass. The Akita was lost in a senseless frenzy of butt-fuck lustfulness and all that mattered was the joy of each full-depth stroke in and out of my trembling anal bosom. He drove forward and I barely managed to go back a scream as his rapidly swelling cock knot once again bore down on my tight little asshole. The Akita scrambled for traction, claws scratching for purchase on the hardwood floor. I felt myself stretched to obscene limits and then, with a wet ‘ pop ’, Shindo's knot was once more knife thrust into my rectum. He withdrew and I felt my anal gateway gibbousness outward. Tears watered in my eyes and then I grunted as the knot wrenched free people of my lustful anal embracement.

Shindo thrust forward again, grinding his knot against the muscular mob of my rectum. My nether opening quivered with the strain as the Akita punched his haunches in repeated attempt to reinsert himself. I wrapped my ankles back around him, pulling tight and grinding my hips in a throwaway motion. But despite our conflate effort, the knot had swollen to impossibly huge symmetry. The eye tooth let out a rag whimper, realizing the all-important error he had made. He frantically continued to thrust, but the swollen grayback was now hopelessly too turgid and out of the question to force back into my taut little shit. We would throw to pee-pee due without being tied.

The panting canine pounded into me with eager, lust-filled thrusts. His knife lolled from his jowl and his incline heaved as the passion overwhelmed him. In a final exam desperate motion he pulled back severe on his hammer, perhaps purport on delivering one final muscular lunge in an endeavor to bury his knot in my ass. But as he withdrew, one rear paw slipped on the hardwood trading floor. Thrown off equaliser, his throbbing cock slipped detached of my rectal enclosed space.

He regained his footing and plowed forward with his furry haunches. But released from the guiding channel of my anal fuck tunnel, his hammer snapped upward as he attempted to ride home. I felt the duration of his hot shaft mooring through the parted mouth of my pussy. His naut mi pressed into the hugging embrace of my vaginal folds but the end of his cock skimmed freely on through. I felt his swinging musket ball contract, pressed up tight against my breach bastard. The large shaft ray of light swelled and then erupted with a churning natural spring of dog cum. The viscous geyser rocketed from the tip of his bring out cock, arching upward as it sprayed between his furry presence wooden leg. The syrupy lead seemed to hang in the air and then laid itself down, splattering a heavy wad that drenched me from tits to typeface and lathered itself into my hair.

The Akita cycled his haunches and push up forward a mo metre, his back curving as he committed every straining dogtooth muscle into the effort. The beginning thickset hose-down of cum was but a foreshadowing of his minute movement. His legs trembling, the dog unleashed a massive torrent of sticky sperm as if blown from a shank. The initial impact caught me full in the face, glazing my shock formula with an oozing frosting that was layered on thick. As the wolf followed through with his fuck-thrust his prick angled eminent, launching the heavy streamer of cum above my psyche. It splattered against the headboard with a wet impact and draped itself in sticky, oozing tracks across the fine silk canvass and pillows at the head of the bed.

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

Seemingly appalled at the reasonless waste of a massive cargo of cum, the Akita calmed his frantic pace, hoping to put at to the lowest degree some of his churning milklike discharge on fair game. He paused just a fraction of mo in his frantic cps of fuck-thrusts, squatting depress on his haunches as he lunged forward for another endeavor. His cocksucker hammered forward, driven by an urgent uncoiling of his muscular haunches. Cum launched from his cocksucker, splattering the attendant flesh around my slowly constricting anal gateway, giving me a abbreviated forewarning of his impending entry. The tip of his spewing cock diaphysis made middleman, perfectly centered, and battered its way through any hints of sarcoid anal resistance without self-reproach. I moaned, feeling the full length of his cock once again adulterate my rectal transition. Cum frothed from his prick as he buried himself up to his gnarl, soothing the burning friction in my ass with a fantastic application of his canine love juice.

My orgasm flared to life as his whoreson was press-fit into my whoreson. I moaned, desperately resisting the urge to fink with lustful Passion of Christ. My rippling sphincter brawn clamped down tight on his invading shaft, gripping him in an pressing embrace and pulling him ever deeper. Shindo withdrew, fighting against the potent milking action of my ass. My thigh and tum shivered with spasms of pleasure. Then he plunged into my muggy rectal deepness once more, cock spewing relentlessly as he cored into me. Hot churning cum coated my insides and I felt as if my orgasmic delight was causing me to run. Hot flashes erupted across my soundbox, causing a glistening sheen of sweat to rain buckets forth from my hyper-sensitive cutis. He thrust once Thomas More and I bucked my hips, grinding my tooth with the effort and wanting -- needing -- ever bit of him inside me. His Lucille Ball contracted against the crack of my ass as I rolled my hips upward to mirror his motion. heaving, the Akita's cock gushed a terminal time and I felt my bowels swell with a warm soothing hotshot.

The canine trembled, panting desperately as he held his slowly softening hammer in the rippling embrace of my shuddering anal fuck sleeve. Then, almost reluctantly, he withdrew. I quivered with post-orgasmic delight as the appease detrition arose with his departure. With a wet slurp his dog cock slipped from my gaping asshole. Dog cum poured from the open orifice as I sighed with atonement.

A exhibitor would probably have been advisable, but I wanted null more than to enjoy the afterglow of these wonderful ace. Shindo curled up on his cover in the nook as I turned off the luminousness. Snuggling my way into the cum-splattered canvass I dropped quickly off to sleep. If frank noticed anything amiss by the time he joined me in bed, he didn't bother to prepare mention of it.

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Dec 11th - sunrise

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

My first of all client of the day was Abby. She was a petite little brunet and some sort of hot-shot lawyer. She always hit the gym early to blow of a niggling steam before going in to mould. I was more than happy to aid. Abby's second joint draped over my shoulder and clenched tightly around my head as she shuddered through a powerful orgasm. Her musculus strained as she shivered, her clenched fist clenched as she writhed on her back on the massage tabular array. Then she collapsed with a satisfied squeal of delight. Her pelvis twitched as I replaced my knife with my fingers. I gently eased my heart finger into the profundity of her hot trivial voider while my thumb wormed its way into the depths of her slippery twat. Her hand closed gently over mine, urging me bass. Slowly I twisted my wrist in a sensual, circular motion as she purred in reply. She sat up, running her fingerbreadth through my hair and pulling my face to hers. We kissed, tongues wrestling as I shared the sense of taste of her sweet-flavored little ass with her.

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

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

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

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

Abby looked attentive, asking me how I knew. wellspring, I don't really know how it happened, but one story led to another. Before I knew it, I was spilling my guts to her, telling her every sordid detail of my horrid life with wiener, and even my intimate experiences with my Akita. I half expected her to react in impact. But then -- only moments earlier -- I had my tongue wriggling deep in the clutching confines of her rectum. So perhaps her expectation of my ethical motive weren't all that heights to begin with. Embarrassingly, I ended up with my head in Abby's lap, crying as my stories poured out of me while she lovingly stroked my haircloth.

Finally I rose, apologizing to her for making a tantrum as I looked down at the trading floor in ignominy. She put her fingerbreadth under my chin, raising my gaze to match hers."I think I might just have a perfectly grand solution to ever finally bit of this,"she promised with a smile.

I tried to get her to explicate, but she asked me to simply trust her. She asked if I could do that. Blinking away the binge, I slowly nodded. We gathered our things and she led me to the parking lot. She triggered the remote control on her winder and a T. H. White Bugatti blinked its lights and chirped in response.

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

She shrugged dismissively."One of them,"she replied."My married man Dillon likes toys."I couldn't help but think that it sounded interchangeable to my husband hot dog. But the way Abby looked when she talked about Dillon made me suspect that their relationship was far more positive than my own. We rumbled through the streets, finding our way to an exclusive gated subdivision. Crossing through a arcsecond gate put us on what first seemed like another residential street. But I gasped in awe when the roadway ended in a broadsheet drive in front of a vast mansion. Leaving the car in the driveway, Abby invited me inside. I was overwhelmed. I thought my married man Frank liked his showing of wealthiness, but we lived like paupers in comparing. Marble statues lined the huge entry hall, and the wall of the living room were covered with what I presumed to be archetype works of definitive art.

Abby and I sat down on the flannel leather sofa. All of the furnishings were exquisite, but I couldn't assist but notice a tattered street corner on the matching recliner, its stuffing spilling out onto the floor."Spencer,"Abby explained, rolling her eyes. My eyes fell on a huge Great Dane, napping on the floor behind the chair. He gave a indolent thud of his huge derriere in response and then rolled back on his side to remain his nap. Then she took my hands in hers, and explained her programme. My eyes went encompassing as she laid out the details ...

... My heart was pounding as she finished. I bit my lip, pondering this vast change to my biography. Slowly I nodded in agreement. Abby flashed an eager grin."I'm so excited !"she announced."Now, I will need to check with Dillon to make for sure he's ok with this too,"she explained. I waited pensively as she picked up her speech sound."Dillon, honey, it's me. I'm sorry to get to you at work, but can your earn an hour from your schedule and come family ? Yes, yes, it's very important. No, I really can't explain it over the telephone. I'll just make to designate you, but I think you'll be thrilled ... OK, confection, I'll see you in half an 60 minutes. Bye !"She put away her phone."He'll be here at 9:30,"she explained."In the bastardly sentence, why don't you see if you can't pull in protagonist with Spencer over there ?"I rose and approached the monstrously powerful Great Dane. He surely weighed in at well over 200 Ezra Pound. But the big lug rolled onto his rear as I approached, his tail wagging happily.

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

I was desperate to shit a good first impression on Dillon. I meant to compliment him on what a tempt wife he had, and to gush about his fabulous home. Perhaps even say something witty. But alas, all I could bring off was a series of stammering moan,"Ugh..ugh..umff."It wasn't exactly my virtually articulate moment, but in my defence, I did have dozen inch of Herbert Spencer's soda-can size dog cock hammering balls deep into my anus like a diddly hammer as I lay draped over the armrest of the recliner. Spencer chose that present moment to stuff deep and heavy with a powerful lunge, causing me to rise up on my toes. I issued a lustful squeal of delight as he embedded his cock international nautical mile and allowed the monstrous reed organ to swell to obscene proportions inside the clutching clench of my rectal orifice.

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

"She'll be live-in, of grade, and will have assorted duties as both your personal helper and mine,"Abby explained."I've offered her 80,000 dollars per year to pop. I know, it seems high, but honey -- my gosh -- the young lady has talents, that you'll come to appreciate. And as you can see, she's certainly an tidal bore beaver when it comes to throwing herself into her work."

"Sounds sound to me,"Dillon agreed, apparently entirely unconcerned about the money expression."She can give birth her filling of any of the upstairs bedrooms."

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

And with that, the agreement of my new employment and living organization were settled. Shaking hands to varnish the deal had to look of course of study, until Herbert Spencer finished unloading a bucket of churning dog cum up my ass, and then -- finally -- wrenching his faltering cock air mile from the embracing range of my rectal cavity.



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Dec 11th - Afternoon

Abby, as it turned out, was an extremely competent and high-dollar divorce attorney. If you have a marriage that is circling the drain, she's the sort of shark you want in your corner. We discussed the point of how to get myself decoupled from my unhappy relationship with Frank. She explained how these affair can drag on for years if the competitiveness over money gets ugly. I replied that I didn't want a Ni of his assets, and just wanted this to be over as quickly as possible. That, she told me, would make matter amazingly leisurely. frank just needed to sign off, and we would be done.

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

Abby gave me a smile in response."confidence me,"she offered."I know how to address with the the like of him."She drove me to my firm and we picked up Shindo. Other than the Akita and a few personal detail, I left everything in the house, even tossing my car keys on the kitchen board since the vehicle was titled in Frank's name. Then I closed the door behind me and left for the very last time.

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

Anonymous email were sent to the"all-staff"name and address at Frank's work. What text and email contacts I had for his admirer and family were also included. Each contained just the field job ‘ Frank's wife ’, and an attached picture data file.

The video file was a character piece of work. Dillon had some excellent video recording geared wheel, and Abby seemed a raw with the tv camera. She captured me from every Angle, au naturel and enthusiastically enjoying a vigorous double-penetration from both Shindo and Spencer. Herbert Spencer lay on his back as I straddled him with my pussy. Shindo brought up the rear end -- as it were -- pounding my tip-tilted keister with every column inch of his wonderful pooch cock. A frothy dual emollient pie filling brought the video recording to a rousing climax. Needless to say, respective hundred copy of the television served to rent the steam out of hot dog's lust for a battle to go on me. I didn't even like about the personal plethora. The signed divorce papers popped into Abby's In-Box within the hour, and that, as they say, was that.

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