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

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December 5th - first light

As had become turn, my husband weenie flopped down at our kitchen board for a ready breakfast. His fingers worked furiously on the screen of his ever-present phone, checking emails, text edition, and the former stock statistics. Aside from wondering when his toast and burnt umber might magically come out, I doubt he would even have noticed if I wasn't there. Like many a young ‘ prize wife ’, my phantasy of a fantasize marriage to a rich older guy had quickly evaporated in the first few calendar month of our union. I sighed, realizing that I had become relegated to simply another one of the many expensive furnishings that comprised ‘ Frank's Big accumulation of toy ’.

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

Suddenly I flinched as I felt a frigidness wet nose goad at my human knee. I heard a placid whine from below the kitchen tabular array. I reached down and petted Shindo, our thoroughbred Akita. As with everything else we owned, the big dog had set Frank back a small circumstances. Yet Shindo was pretty a lot my dog since I was the just one who gave him any attending. The boatload of money Shindo had cost had done aught to assure a well behaved animal. He was overly energetic, with a predilection for getting into anything and everything. One of his most annoying traits was that he would arrive at a bee-line for any unprotected groin, sniffing and prodding with his cold wet nose into the most versed of position. We had to be on constant guard against his embarrassing antics if we had client in the house.

But as I sat there at the kitchen board, marveling at the luxury wagon train shipwreck my lifespan had become, I was suddenly struck with a very juicy and rebellious whim. I smiled pleasantly at wiener as I meticulously buttered a slice of my goner. Under the table, I allowed my legs to parting. Shindo was quickly to seize upon the opportunity and I felt him writhe his way between my legs. Still dressed in a bathrobe, I closed my defenseless second joint down in a welcome embrace around the eager Akita, stifling a playful squeal as I felt his snout prod up against my step-in clad crotch.

I squirmed in my keister, unsure of what would happen next. Whenever Shindo was in one of his crotch-diving moods we always chastised him or banished him from the room. Never had the canine been given free rein, so this was uncharted territory for us both. His warm breather washed across my tight little white panties. I choked back a giggle as his moth-eaten wet nose pressed into my loins, sniffing enthusiastically at the alluring aroma he discovered there.

My mettle was beating with a combining of fear and lascivious agitation. What if Frank noticed something amiss and discovered the gamey doggy between my legs ? I couldn't even imagine the embarrassment as I would get to try to explain myself. I felt a red bloom of shame spook its way up my facial expression. I should put a period to this immediately, I realized. I chewed nervously at my lowly lip, and then did the only reasonable thing. I slowly scooted forward to the edge of my chairman, spreading my legs panoptic and allowing the curious Akita unrestricted access.

Immediately his wet canid clapper caressed my panty-covered vaginal mound. I clenched my teeth, holding in a concupiscent moan of mania. This was already more intimate attention than I had received from weenie in months. I felt my pantie quickly begin to dampen, absorbing both saliva from Shindo's energetic clapper and the steamy damp oozing from my humid vaginal cunt. My tight slippery pussycat -- neglected for far too long -- eagerly unfurled its sarcoid tap back talk. The Akita dug deeper, lured by the resistless flavor. Pressing his snout harder into my concupiscent cleft, Shindo worked his crude tongue against the melt off cotton roadblock, pushing the crotch of my panties up into my snug little cunt. I gripped the edge of the tabular array with both hands, fighting the pauperization to thrash my legs in response to simmering sexual impulse that were quickly coming to a boil.

The Akita nipped gently at my panty-covered purulent backtalk and I shuddered, giving in to the inevitable orgasm. My breathing became ragged and dire, and suddenly my rosehip bucked of their own pact. The joints of the chair creaked alarmingly, but Frank didn't seem to notice. The muscleman in my second joint clenched and trembled as a convulsive spasm gripped my puss. Barely in control of my body, I ground my rose hip in a slacken, sensual movement in the kitchen chairwoman as Shindo eagerly consumed the syrupy wetness that flooded through the cotton privates of my step-in. I closed my legs tightly around the Akita's furry head, wrapping him in a be intimate embracement as orgasmic ripples vibrated through the depth of my fuck slot. Then, in a final spasm, I rocked my header back and pressed my loins eagerly forward against the cuspid's talented nozzle. My hair whipped in a cascade of blonde and I dared to let my mitt slip from the table and caress my raw upper berth second joint. Dragging my fingers up over my tummy, I sensuously squeezed my knocker, pinching my aching nipples through the soft masking of my robe.

Then -- finally -- I felt the fantastic sense in my zany begin to falter. Small post-orgasmic tremor continued to register as Shindo maintained a steady rhythm with his gifted cunt-licking clapper. Despite his energetic efforts, the flood of honeyed fluids poured through my panties faster than he could lap them up. I felt a warm, viscous puddle begin to form on the tail of the chair, soaking my panty from below. The scent of wet cunt butter hung heavily in the air, overwhelming the mundane breakfast smells of coffee bean and toast.

"wellspring, time to go,"Frank announced, ending his conversation and rising from the tabular array. I jerked in jolt and then looked at him, slack-jawed and with candy optic, trying to recover from my sexually-induced grogginess. He took no card of my tussled hair, red-faced grammatical construction, or panting breath as he gathered his keys and briefcase and headed out to his car. I heard the garage door rhythm and the engine of his Mercedes growling to life. The sound of the car receded as the robotic service department door rattled shut. I sat there at the kitchen table in my cum-soaked step-in as Shindo continued to diligently mold his tongue in my panty private parts. A singled tear rolled down my impertinence as I stared ahead into nothingness.



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Dec 6th - Morning

Frank arrived at breakfast, his phone once again his steadfast companion as I faded into the background of his creation. I however felt a renewed sense of hullabaloo."I still thinking about joining that gym,"I blurted, looking to frankfurter 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 case you're worried about that,"I continued. Frank's tot up lack of response suggested that he wasn't overly concerned.

"Well, let's see what form of treats we have for breakfast today,"I remarked mostly to amuse myself. I suppressed a grin, given that the paste on the mesa was the same transportation as every day -- coffee and pledge. However, the gap under the table today was slightly different. Shindo was uncharacteristically well behaved, sitting patiently under the table. It was almost as if he and I were co-conspirators in our naughty little secret. But as I spread my legs he quietly rose to his base and worked his way between my piano, creamy thigh. Today he found no panty barrier separating him from my schoolgirlish charms. Instead he found me moist and expectant, my naked, ruffled purulent brim already unfurled with rousing. Perched on the edge of the chair, I spread my branch, causing my slit to gape subject for him. Looking down I saw a drip of my buttery sauce ooze out, trailing down to the base on a shimmering drool of vaginal fluid. The big dog intercepted the slowly descending streamer on his tongue, licking his chop in anticipation.

Then Shindo dove into the main line. His jumpy wet spit embraced the lips of my goofball, savoring the tasty spark glistening on my garden pink flesh. Licking me clean, he pulled back, his submaxilla working as he relished the lingering smack. As a test, I attempted to disorder him with a belittled turning point of toast. Normally he was up for any little morsel, but the large dogtooth completely ignored it. He had obviously acquired a taste for the discernment of buttery pussy muffin instead. I popped the piece of goner in my back talk and chewed as the Akita pushed his snout back against my goof. I squirmed as his low temperature olfactory organ made contact with my clit. His tongue teased my fleshy little nub of delectation and I gave a subdued gasp in reply. Then his oral appendage slipped lower, working its way into the clutching burrow of my cunt. Elbows on the board, I interlaced my finger and rested my Kuki on my hands, trying to keep a bored manifestation as several column inch of wet dog tongue wriggled up into my blotto minuscule pussy.

The Akita attempted to research every hidden nook and cranny of my clutching pink vaginal congregation, turning his furry head this way and that to overwork every angle. I had never imagined that a doggy glossa was so incredibly long -- or maneuverable. But it was a discovery that I enjoyed with salacious delight. And then, just as I thought that the canid had finally achieved the ultimate terminus ad quem of his oral reach, I felt his furry snout begin to pry its way into my slit. I gulped in repugnance, realizing that the animal seemed intent on fucking me with his face. I groaned at the sensation but then started to lower my hands to pull his honker back out of my goof. But then I flinched, quickly resuming my chin-on-hands pose as hotdog looked up and favored me with a rare but disinterested glance. I reached down with trembling hands and retrieved my cup of chocolate, desperately attempting to maintain a normal expression as a fair portion of the Akita's snout tunneled its way into my quivering twat.

I set the cup down in its saucer, a rattling noise filling the kitchen as the two bit of china clattered together under my shaking finger. I squirmed in my chair, trying to fit the incredible stretching sensation in my pussycat. Then Shindo's clapper lashed out once again, digging its way into previously undiscovered part of my lewd fuck arm. I could palpate the wet tip of his natural language deeply embedded, devouring the steamy electric arc that oozed in an unstoppable flowing from my fleshy vaginal embracement. It felt as if the voracious animal was only a few column inch short of slipping his aegir knife into the opening of my womb. Accepting that mental simulacrum as a challenge I spread my limber thighs even wider and gently pressed my hips forward onto his neb. The Akita seemed to feel my wanton need, responding with a forceful push of his own.

A glistening shininess of perspiration broke out on my os frontale, betraying the effort of our obscene interaction. The collaborative exercise paid off, and another two in of furry canine schnozzle were press-fit into my greedy piffling pussy. But then, just as I was expecting his tongue to restart its lecherous explorations, the Akita pulled back, withdrawing his nozzle from my twat and leaving me gaping and in a do-or-die state of frustration. Then I heard Shindo gasp a desperate breathing place and I realized the reason for his actions. The poor bow-wow was ineffectual to breath with his snout deeply buried in the profundity of my tight wet twat. The Akita's sides heaved as he replenished his O provision.

I gazed down at the canine with concern but he appeared to be recovering. Then with renewed vigor he licked the thick froth of bitch pick from his mandible and burrowed his way back into my creamy tunnel of lecherousness. I bit my lower lip as he stretched me to new terminus ad quem. A choke groan of warmth almost escaped my lips. His gazed up at me with an unquestioning potpourri of canine love and lust. His snout was buried so mystifying that his dark soulful eyes stopped just short of my widely stretched glistening snatch brim. trench in the depths of my pussy I felt his tongue surge Forth, wriggling and twisting as it burrowed its way into the far reaches of my grasping wet bosom.

Suddenly I trembled, feeling the tip of his wriggling tongue rift the entrance to a new area of my body. The onset of my orgasm was mental, overwhelmed by the realization that I had the tip of a juicy doggy lingua tickling the entrance to my womb. I barely managed to choke back a delirious scream of raptus, throttling it back to a barely audible growl of animalist mania. Then my kitty contracted in a powerful spasm and my coxa bucked in rapid succession, burying even More of Shindo's heavy snout in my alarmingly over-stretched goof. I fought a desperate battle to maintain ascendency of my organic structure, lest I fall to the story flopping like a Pisces the Fishes in the grip of my orgasmic contractions. My knuckles turned white as I gripped the border of the tabular array and hung on in desperation. I bit my lower lip as my prolonged orgasm caused my puss to clench down over and over, grasping at the Akita's deeply embedded schnozzle and tongue. Shindo rode me like an expert, moving with my every sawbuck and device, unrelenting in his oral aid. My second joint quivered in a hefty cramp as I closed them tightly around the straits of my furry friend. Finally, with a restrained pant, I suddenly relaxed as the last of my coming was wrung from the flexing tissue of my twat.

Shindo withdrew, panting and desperate for a renewed inflow of air. My pussy gaped shamelessly and a seeming river of melted cunt butter poured from my open ass time slot. The milky discharge dripped freely and clung to both of my inner second joint in a shimmering coating. I blinked, trying to rivet on frankfurter as he sat in his chair, still intent on his all-important text substance. A growing puddle of simmering snatch ointment grew on the floor between my feet, but Shindo was quick and eager to lap up all the incriminating evidence.

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

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December 6th - good afternoon

After a yearn cascade and a quick dejeuner I gathered up my bravery and made my way down to Bumper's, the ladies-only gym and spa I had found. I went up to the comeback and told the 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 years older than my age of twenty. Lydia gave me an in-depth tour. We talked about the various exercise classes that were offered and she showed me how to use a lot of the weighting machines, stationary bikes, and salt mine. I liked what I saw, and signed up for a six month rank on the spotlight.

I had brought some workout clothes with me, so I went into the locker elbow room and changed. I felt a footling embarrassed, wearing my old"Hello Kitty"sportsman bra from gamy shoal. But I figured I could buy some new gear once I got a gumption of what was considered fashionable around here. Stepping back out of the locker room, I surveyed the immense regalia of gym equipment, not sure where to set about. There was a Jazzercise course of study in sitting, so I went over to take in, just trying to get a spirit for everything.

As I was standing there, I suddenly felt a presence following to me. Standing to my rightfield was a beautiful redheaded woodpecker, dressed in very short trunks and a frayed-out cut-off rolling Stones tee shirt. She was in her late twenties and stood a dyad inches marvelous than my five foot five top."I feel like a kid in a candy storehouse,"she remarked, gazing out on the accumulation of prancing girls in an array of workout suit, drawers and loaded yoga trouser. I felt a bit self-conscious. I was a spare one hundred and fifteen Cypriot pound, but was feeling a bit balmy and wiggly compared to the concentrated, inclination organic structure on display in the class.

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

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

"Oh ? Really ?"Maggie replied, looking me up and down."wellspring ... how intriguing."I gave her a well-disposed smile in proceeds, excited to already be making Quaker."So ..."Maggie continued, bobbing her head 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 tending back to the exercise class for a moment, and then turned back to me."Tease,"she replied."Do you want to come in eat my pussy ?"

My lower jaw dropped, thinking I must not deliver heard her correctly. She saw my expression of jar and a red flush of embarrassment began to creep up her expression."Oh my god,"she stammered."I'm so sorry ! You're not one of Lydia's young lady, are you ? It's just that ... Oh, dammit, it's just that you're wearing that ‘ Hello Kitty'fun bra ... All of Lydia's young woman always wear a garden pink ‘ hi Kitty ’. It's kind of like the private handshake around here ... So I just thought ... Dammit ! Please, I am so distressing,"Maggie stammered in nervous 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 cocotte ?"Oddly, I didn't find myself so much offended as intrigued by the scandalous notion.

Maggie bit her grim lip, looking down at the floor like a naughty schoolgirl, nodding."Please,"she begged,"I didn't mean anything by it. It was just a misunderstanding, that's all ... Like I said, all of Lydia's girl always wear that ‘ Hello Kitty'logo like you have on, and you're so precious, so I just thought you ..."She looked like she was going to cry.

I felt a unusual smell washing over me, standardized to that sense of rebellion I had felt when I first let my barker Shindo slug my panty at the breakfast table. I felt butterfly in my stomach as I wrestled with the conflicting thoughts awash in my head. Taking Maggie's hands in mine, I leaned in close."Shhh ... It's ok."I whispered. A grateful reflexion washed over her.

I paused, fearing that this was one of those potentially legerdemain import, and it was balanced on the edge of slipping away forever. I swallowed, trying to gain my courage."I ... ah ... I'm not one of Lydia's ... you know ... girls,"I stammered nervously."But do you recall that ... maybe ... you could teach me ?"I swallowed again, feeling a flush of plethora ascension up my face. Had I just done that ? Had I just propositioned a gay woman at the gym ? Well, I guess that was one way to wee an interesting impression right off the bat. I felt my essence lacing in my chest as I looked deep into her eye, visually pleading for her to not reject me."Please ..."I urged her in a pleading whisper."Teach me how to ... to eat out your somewhat little pussy."

A across-the-board smile crossed Maggie's face and she nodded eagerly, taking my hand in tow and leading me across the gym. After my dog Shindo's awesome oral treatment of my slit this cockcrow, I certainly had a few ideas in my head, but resolved myself to letting Maggie teach me the proverbial forget me drug.

Reaching the forepart desk, Maggie asked Lydia in an excited whisper,"Can we get a key to a massage room ?"Lydia looked at us in confusion."A event of mistaken identity,"Maggie explained, gently tracing her finger across the ‘ how-do-you-do Kitty'image printed across the left breast of my sportsman bra."But we got it sorted out, so now Suzy here is officially ‘ in training ’. You two can talk later and work out the details."Lydia scowled, shooting Maggie a disapproving expression. Then she reluctantly handed over a key, saying zilch. I could tell she was not thrilled about Maggie's unsolicited recruiting endeavor.

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December 6th - Later that Afternoon

"commencement time with Maggie ?"Lydia inquired with a knowing smirk as I approached the front counter at the gym about an hour later to retort her key. A flush of shame rushed up my expression.

"First prison term -- with any female child,"I whispered, running my fingers through my wet and matted hairsbreadth. Lydia gave me a knowing grinning, having apparently gotten over her earlier annoying."That girl is a bit of a squirter,"she acknowledged with a mischievous smile. I let the understatement stand without boost comment, looking down at the blanket, wet sputter of female ejaculation that stained well-nigh of the figurehead of my sportsman bra with Maggie's key signature scent.

"So Maggie explained the placement 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 as it offered up words like ‘ lesbian, whore, and whore ’. Checking around to see if anyone else was within listening space, I continued."Maggie paid me sixty dollars. Your cut for anything that happens at the gym is tierce. Anything outside the gym is my own business organization. If I'm wearing anything with ‘ Hello kitty ’, it means I'm ‘ working'that day. If anyone starts asking nosy enquiry, I'm out, and you don't know zero. Oh, and the client is always right."

Lydia gave a fragile nod of her head as I recited each point from remembering."Clever lady friend,"she praised, gesturing towards my smattering of banknote with a flick of her fingers. I peeled off the least viscous twenty dollar bill bank note for her and tucked the rest into my pocket."Welcome to the gym,"Lydia offered

Just then Maggie strolled by, a spring in her step and looking immensely satisfied. He gave my ass a playful slap as she passed. She paused, leaning over counter with a susurration to my new ‘ boss ’."That's a prize minuscule cunt, there Lydia. You put that girl and her illusion knife to play for you !"

I blushed fiercely at the compliment and gave her departing design a wafture as the social movement door banged shut. I turned and headed for the cascade, realizing that I was going to need to put in a solid lot more ‘ how-do-you-do Kitty'workout clothes if I planned on presenting a reinvigorated appearing for each new customer during the day. But for today there was nix to be done but simply muddle through. I went back over to the example way, seeing what new aid I might attract in the crowd of girls ...

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December 9th - Morning

wienerwurst left early this morning, not having bothered to evidence me in advance about a week-long business trip he had scheduled. I couldn't find the motivating to get up for breakfast, thinking I would just catch some Z's in. But I was awakened with a delicate canine whimper. I turned on the nightstand light and there was Shindo, his eyes just visible over the edge of the bed, looking at me with an great wag of his tail. The big Akita had definitely become a fan of our new morning routine and after an incomprehensible holdup 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 otiose shekels on the neck opening.

The Akita was not appeased with my efforts. With an effortless leaping, the huge dog leapt up onto the bed, causing the form to screak under the impact."Shindo ! Naughty pooch !"I chastised, half-heartedly trying to shoo him back off onto the floor. He resisted and I giggled at the secret plan."Well, at least you came to wish me a happy birthday,"I sighed sadly. I had hoped in vain that Frank might accept left a wit, bloom, or a stage for my 21st, but found no evidence of any such efforts.

Shindo barked and lunged at me teasingly and we tussled in the cover. I shrieked in surprise as I tumbled from the bed, dragging a tangle of covers, pillows, and a barking Akita with me as I fell. Laughing I squirmed to reveal myself from the noose of the blankets wound around my legs. As I struggled to get onto my hands and genu I suddenly felt a heavy weight Land on my binding. Shindo wrapped his furry forepart mitt around my bare trunk. I felt something inflexible and sarcoid prod insistently at the cotton crotch of my scanty as the large Akita jostled for attitude on my upturned keister. I glanced over at the full length mirror on the closet room access, seeing Shindo mounted on my binding. His furry haunches ground against my strong little panty-clad behind.

He pulled back for a bit and I gasped at the reflected simulacrum. The Akita was sporting a huge erection ! It was every bit of eight inches in length, and looked to be as thick as my wrist. A long, slimy drop of pre-cum dangled from the fleshy tip. Shindo turned and looked at me in the mirror, our eyes meeting and locking in a meaningful central. Now I suppose that any reverential girl will tell you that she would have immediately put a point to this obscene development. Honestly, I'll believe that when I see it. My internal secretion were raging from my lesbian clash at the gym over the retiring respective years. I had been too long ignored by a derelict hubby. There wasn't even much of a moral quandary. One way or another, I was going to get my birthday fuck !

torture against the Akita's body weight I managed to prove to a kneeling position. Shindo kept his front paws tightly locked around my rib cage, hopping awkwardly on his hind legs as I shifted position. His furry paws clamped possessively around my body, just underneath my small house tits. My nipples were perked into fixed piddling sarcoid brown core of lust. My fingerbreadth frantically reached for the waistband of my panty, dragging them down to my knees and exposing my rapidly moistening pussy. With a oink I dropped back down onto my hands and knees as the vast dog's weight once More settled down onto my back. Shido squirmed, maneuvering himself into home. I wriggled my hips in invitation. Carefully the Akita maneuvered the tip of his cock into alignment, finding the opening to my quivering twat and easing himself just inside.

With graceful motion, Shindo pressed himself forward. Nearly half his peter slid into my cunt with a delightful rubbing. I groaned with cacoethes, clenching my vaginal heftiness, causing him to slowly cranch to a check. He issued an excited bark, thrilled to discover that his human female friend had a wonderfully wet and fuckable twat. He withdrew, fighting against the greedy, grasping embrace of my humid hump tunnel. Only the tip of his cock remained plant as he steadied himself. Then with a forceful lunge he thrust up and into me. I met him with a sensual reply of my own, urgently rolling my hips up and back. I grunted under the impact, my raw ass cheeks flattening as they pushed up tight against his furry haunches. With that vigorous thrust he was fully hilted, his full beat ball poke pressed up tight against my vaginal lips.

He paused, jostling on my cover as he adjusted his position. Then, as if by mutual unspoken accord, we both built up to a enraged pace. He pounded me like a machine, his haunches a fuzz as he thrust and withdrew in a Hz of brutal, punishing screwing thrusts. I moaned like a tart, bucking my hips frantically as I clenched my vaginal muscles, milking the length of his monolithic cock. Our sexual coupling was savage, animalistic, and exactly what I desperately needed. I felt him grip down harder around my rib John Milton Cage Jr., betraying the urgency of his motion. His jaws latched onto a plot of my long blonde hairsbreadth, yanking my point backwards and causing me to curve my spine downward in response. My hips rolled upward, pressing my quivering slit harder into his loins. My cunt lips rippled, clasping his pistoning cock in a tight, loving embrace. Vaginal fluids drained from the tight cachet between my backtalk and his prick. A steady trickle oozed out and splattered down into the panties spanned between my knees. Soaking through the thin out cottony material they began to spread a wet dirt into the pricy Oriental rug beneath me.

Shindo lunged forward and held his position, every last throbbing inch of his monumental turncock socketed deep in my grateful piddling puss. He issued a quiet whine and then I felt his cock knot set about to intumesce inside my goof. It was the critical moment. If I expelled him now I could disembarrass myself from this punishing intimate meeting. But I knew if I delayed, my fate would be sealed. Cunt and canine would be coupled together until he unloaded his nut into the depths of my womb. There was really only one choice in the topic. I lowered my face to the carpet in a subservient position, pressing my hip back against him hard. The bare cheeks of my firm rump flattened as I ground myself against him. I clenched down tightly with my pussy, making sure he had no chance to turn tail. My raw thighs trembled with expectant lust as I felt his knot preserve to well up. My pussy strained with the monumental stretching, the back talk of my snatch bulging outward around his stave, fleshy linchpin. His knot swelled to its maximum size, throbbing ominously within the straining lips of my pussy. I was securely mounted and nothing could separate us now.

Shingo let go of my haircloth and raised his head towards the ceiling. A elongated howling filled the room, accompanied by my eager squeal of passionateness. I felt his balls pull up tight against the widely splayed lips of my puss, contracting in a brawny spasm. His cock swelled alarmingly within the confines of my crocked niggling cunt as a thundering consignment of hot dog cum raced down the length of his putz. I gasped, feeling him explode inside me. A geyser of doggie sperm rocketed into my vaginal burrow, a tidal wave of frothing goo spraying and splattering every last corner and crevice of my quivering twat. I shrieked, feeling my cunt convulse in a powerful sexual climax. My rippling vaginal muscles clamped down tight on his invading shaft, milking him in a herculean grip as his cum carom unloaded his moment eruption into my nucleus.

My orgasm raced through my body. I clenched my teeth as my sight blurred. My thighs and tum shivered with prurient delight as my pussy lips seemed to writhe with a mind of their own. I even felt my besotted little asshole pucker in and out in a rhythmic series of orgasmic contractions, gaping open and then clenching tightly shut as I shuddered and gasped for intimation.

Shindo thrust again, raising my stifle off the trading floor with the force of his straight thrust. A third gear fountain of dog cum was forcefully delivered into my pussy. I felt the soft tissue paper begin to stretch, filled to the terminal point with an overstuffing of cock and cum. The Akita's cock swelled once more, quivering in the grip of my orgasmic vaginal embracing as his balls pumped furiously. With no place left within my twat, his scalding gusher of cum boiled over into my uterus, coating my innards with a soothing glaze of his sticky love life potion. I was absolutely full to the lip. Shindo bucked his haunches again, seemingly tireless in his efforts to inject his gooey cum into every lowest fissure of my cunt. But I was finally overloaded. I felt my tummy swell as his cock pulsed, launching ever to a greater extent long stringy rope of churning cum into my cunt. The seal of my clutching kitty-cat back talk around his throbbing cock gave way and a shower of frothing cum and vaginal juices gushed forth, splattering obscenely into my soaked panties and onto the now ruined imported rug.

Shindo gave one final exhausted thrust and more runnel of our mingle pick drained from my sap pussy. Then he collapsed on my vertebral column, both of our sides heaving as we desperately fought to regain our breath. As his breathing finally resumed normal he gave the dorsum of my neck opening a series of loving clout. Then he attempted to get off. I held him business firm, clutching down tightly with the warm embrace of my cosy snatch, not wanting to miss that wondrous adept of fulfilment. He conceded to my desires, resting heavily on my back as his rooster knot slowly subsided in the grip of my vaginal embrace. I felt his powerful heart beating and my own acquired his speech rhythm, throbbing as a single coupled beast. After what must let been nearly half an 60 minutes his burl had finally deflated down to formula size. There was zip I could do to stop the retreat of his softening cock as it slithered from my legal tender pussy. A cascade of muggy fluid poured from my gaping bang trap as he withdrew, adding to the hopeless stain on the rug beneath me. Streams of our mix dismissal oozed down my naked thigh as I basked in the fading afterglow.

Finally I rose, muscles aching from the awkward position. I dragged the cum-drenched pantie the residual of the way off my legs and took a tenacious soothing shower. I toweled off, feeling my pussy continue to drain. I glanced at my discarded pantie on the story, soiled wet with dog cum and vaginal goo. With a perverse sense of purity I tugged the used panty back on, wriggling my hips to firmly seat them. The viscous wet crotch paste itself securely to my still tender vaginal mound. I inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of dog-tired sex as it enveloped me in a heady swarm. And then, throwing on a pair of lather and an old tee shirt, I went out to the shopping mall, looking to far spread out my inventory of ‘ hello Kitty'workout wearable with some well-deserved birthday shopping.

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December 9th - Afternoon

After an former tiffin and a shower I finally made it to the gym. legion 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 week, but I had never felt so welcome and at home anywhere in my life.

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

After we finished our monetary exchange, Lydia motioned me into her government agency, 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 bedaze minute and then realized she must be leading up to some sort of a joke.

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

But then her reflexion turned back to the serious. She licked her lips, pausing in an inapt silence, trying to select her words."I've had some ... ‘ special postulation'from some of the noblewoman at the gym ..."she began, trailing off at the end. I cocked an eyebrow, funny as to what she was tap-dancing around. Taking a deep breathing spell, she forged ahead."We used to have a female child here who had a particular talent that our premium client really miss. She was ... well, she had a bit of ... of an anal fetish. So they were wondering if you ... I mean, no pressure, if that's not your thing, but I just thought I would throw it out there ..."She stopped there, looking at me expectantly.

I looked back at her, trying to process the confused information."Do you signify ..."I glanced around nervously even though we were safely in her closed off office."You mean like ... licking miss'... shit ?"I inquired in a whisper. My eyes were wide. Why was my heart hammering double-time ? I felt a flush of red wash over my grimace. Lydia nodded slightly, waiting for me to respond.

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

"Had you ever eaten slit before starting here ?"Lydia inquired with a flash. I shook my head, grinning. My animation had been painfully dull and pattern until just a few days ago."well, you're one of those rare natural endowment when it comes to lapping up cunt. I'll bet that hot little tongue of yours could puzzle out its especial magic rimming out a plastered lilliputian butthole too."

I pondered that, unable to find any defect in her logic."Rimming"I asked in a peculiar hush, never having heard the terminal figure.

Lydia frowned, trying to picture out how to scoop explain it. Suddenly her expression brightened."Here, I'll display you,"she replied. Stepping to her computer she pulled up the cyberspace and typed in a hunt for lesbian rimming. A shower of data link for pictures and videos filled the screen. I gasped at the sights, holding my hand over my lip in shock."puff up that one !"I urged breathlessly as a particularly pretty distich of girls caught my attention. After an in-depth probe of various television and numerous picture, Lydia closed the cover, much to my disappointment.

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

I pondered my answer. The money sure was tempting. And I found myself more than a trivial intrigued by the idea. But could I play myself to do it in actuality ? I didn't want to make hope to Lydia and then ascertain my attainment were not up to the task."I'm just not sure I would be good at it,"I confessed."I mean, maybe if one of the miss were unforced to let me try to ascertain ..."

Lydia considered this, her idea working as to who might serve as a willing tutor. As her genial steering wheel turned, I found my gaze drawn down to the rounded fashion plate of her hips. She was wearing a tight, white mini skirt that hugged itself to the curved shape of her shapely rump. I subconsciously licked my lips, wondering what grand treasure might lay swallow up deep in the gap of her luscious ass. I could sense my panties begin to dampen at the thought. She turned to expect at me, not missing the counsel of my unembarrassed stare. Without a password she reached behind her and tugged down the zip of her wench. The silken garment seemed to pour down her shapely ramification, leaving her house creamy rear end clad only in a narrow G-string panty that was wedged tightly into the gap of her ass.

She bent over the desk. I approached her from behind, my heart pounding in my bureau. I knelt down behind her, thinking to myself that ‘ kissing your bosses ass'was rarely performed so literally. With trembling manus I reached up and found the narrow waistband of her thong panties. I tugged them downward, dredging the slight lot out of the crack of her ass. The small triangular private parts of the panties peeled slowly off her vaginal heap, trailing shimmering streamers of cunt lube that soaked the cottony genitals. She stepped with one foot and then the former as I worked the step-in off her groundwork. Her high heels gave a wonderful lift to her shapely ass as she leaned over the desk. Freed from her pantie, Lydia widened her position, spreading her firm, tanned legs. Her ass crack gaped spread out before me, exposing her naked pussy. And there, just a stint inch mellow, I found the physical object of my lustful desire.

I had never seen an anus close up before. It was a marvelously cute little feature, framed so perfectly between her creamy clean derriere impertinence. The tuck, wrinkled physique was a pink brown. The wrinkle radiated outward from the tightly clutched shopping mall, forming a everlasting little star-shaped orifice. I knew from the mo I saw it that I was in love and lustfulness.

I leaned in, working my face into the mysterious cleft of her ass pass. I used my men to spread out her cheeks, allowing me to delve deeper. Without a confidential information of reluctance I pressed my lips to Lydia's puckered little pooper. I heard her pant with pleasance as I nuzzled her in an obscene kiss. I let my tongue glint out, teasing and gently probing the incredibly blind drunk resistance of her rectal portal site. Applying more pressing, the engagement between my eagre lingua and Lydia's fiercely clenched little shit socket began ...

... As I finished, Lydia collapsed across the desk with a final examination orgasmic spasm. My exhausted knife finally pulled from its deeply embedded position in her rectum. Wiping my face and savoring the aftertaste, I watched with satisfaction as Lydia shuddered her way through a series of post-orgasmic twitching."I ... I think you just earned your first promotion,"She offered in a breathless voice. I flashed a huge grin in response.

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December 10th - Evening

After I left Lydia's office yesterday, she had enthusiastically spread the word that I was now available -- and highly advocate -- for ‘ sole 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 full term instead. But regardless of what we chose to call it, my schedule for today filled rapidly. I had to make an early start to get all the tidal bore ladies worked in. By the end of a very long day, I had seen enough little pink lady rectums up close and personal to survive me for a while. But I had well over one thousand dollars in my scoop for my campaign, even after paying Lydia her cut.

I drove home, distracted by the relentless shaking I felt in my ass. I kept thinking of all of those tight little puckers I had spent the day kissing and tonguing out. An gravid grin crossed my grimace as I pulled into the private road. I hoped Shindo wasn't too angry with me. I hadn't had time to featherbed in our morning romp with him today, so I thought he might be feeling a bit miss. wellspring, maybe letting the Akita wriggle his eagre natural language up my plastered little twitching cocksucker was just the bonding experience we needed to patch matter up.

But my libidinous fantasies came crashing to a halt as the garage room access rolled up and there was dog's car. Apparently his business head trip had ended early. I cursed my bad luck but put on my best fake smile and greeted him as I came in the door. He gave me a distracted wafture and went back to the conversation on his phone. An empty container of Chinese take-out sat on the kitchen mesa. I noted he hadn't bothered to get one for me. Disgusted, I decided to simply channelise to bed early.

Shindo greeted me in the hall with a friendly barque. But as I stormed past with my temper building, his tail drooped with uncertainty. He turned and cautiously followed me up to the chamber. I tossed my bag onto the bed with an angry motion. The Akita gave a tranquility whine of fear and settled down onto the carpet, his head between his front paws with a sad look, watching me.

Suddenly I realized that I wasn't going to let Frank spoil 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 tending less that hotdog was right down step. I reached under my mini chick and peeled off my sticky-wet panties. I tossed the undies in the direction of the dogtooth and he eagerly began to whiff and lick the drenched and slippery cotton crotch. I discarded skirt and mutant bra and kicked off my tennis shoes, leaving me dressed in cypher but my pinko ankle socks.

I sat on the bed and then lay down on my back, my leg draped over the boundary. I patted my naked second joint and Shindo rose, tail end wagging happily. I spread my legs, opening myself as he approached, wondering how I might tempt Shindo to drub my ass instead of just my pussy. The big cuspid however had another plan in mind. Reaching the bed he reared up with his front line mitt, straddling my prone contour. I looked down, seeing his Brobdingnagian erection bobbing ominously below his furry belly. The meaty dig was aligned directly with my loin. He thrust forward, his prick finding my wet cunt and sinking easily into its welcoming embracing. I groaned with mania 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 words to me after returning from his trip. It wasn't enough after a day of unrealised sexual Department of Energy at the gym. My attender little butthole puckered back and forth, demanding aid. I tried to resist, but the lascivious urge was too powerful. I squirmed backwards on the bed, moving away from the rapidly thrusting Akita. He pulled back to set up another punishing fuck-thrust, but his rooster slipped from my slit. pounding and glistening wet with my vaginal juices it tucked up taut under his furry tum, dripping recollective strands of my syrupy sexual lubrication. He whined in dissent, wondering why his pussy-ride had come to a premature end.

I squirmed back into perspective. Reaching down, I found and grasped his tool, feeling it quiver in my grip. I rolled my hip joint upward, blindly maneuvering the tip of his pooch prick between my legs. I sighed with lubricious anticipation as the fleshy tip of his cock eased its way into the recessed dimpled chad of my ass. Shindo paused in doubtfulness. This didn't feel like girl kitty. He gave an experimental get-up-and-go. My tight footling rectal gateway trembled, pulsing in and out as his slippery shaft knob increased the pressure. I bit my humble lip, feeling myself commence to unfold. Then suddenly my anus blossomed open and the first few inches of doggie cock were forced into my sieve asshole. The Akita looked at me with an gravel expression on his face. What a wonderful discovery to get that man girls apparently had two pussies he could hump ! And this secondly slight fuck tunnel was so much stringent than the first ! He withdrew, leaving just the tip of his dick inside me. Then he thrust again. He plowed deeper and I moaned, spreading my stage wider.

Instinctively I brought my legs up, wrapping them around his furry haunches and crossing my ankles over his lower back. This rolled my coxa upward, perfectly aligning my quivering little rectal gateway with his thrusting putz. He stroked backwards, a mind-numbing friction burn within my clutching bowel as dog and girl flesh skimmed in passing. Then he pounded me with a brawny poke as I urged him into me with a despairing clenching of my legs. Slowly he ground to a halt, the incredible parsimony of my anal retentive fuck sleeve rippling along his imbed length. His barker orb throbbed against my ass and I knew he was fully sheathed inside me.

He stroked out and hammered back in. My thighs rippled with the shake up impact. As my nether opening stretched to accommodate him, the Akita began to pick up speed. I uncrossed my stage from his rachis, returning them to the bed and spreading myself all-inclusive underneath him in open invitation. He began to piston in and out at a frenetic tempo. I desperately tried to touch him pierce for thrust with my hips, but eventually he out-paced me. I simply lay back on the bed, my teeth jarring with every wolf full-length insertion, moaning with senseless cacoethes.

I felt his putz knot get to well, stretching my puckered piffling anus to new dimensions as he forced the enlarged reed organ into my rectal clutch. But then I groaned, stretched to my limits as he tugged his knot back out of my ass. The Akita was lost in a unmindful frenzy of butt-fuck lust and all that mattered was the joy of each full-depth cam stroke in and out of my trembling anal embracement. He drove forward and I barely managed to croak back a shrieking as his rapidly swelling prick knot once again bore down on my stringent fiddling asshole. The Akita scrambled for traction, claws scratching for leverage on the hardwood floor. I felt myself stretched to obscene limits and then, with a wet ‘ pop ’, Shindo's gnarl was once more thrust into my rectum. He withdrew and I felt my anal gateway jut outward. Tears watered in my optic and then I grunted as the knot wrenched free of my lustful anal embracing.

Shindo thrust forward again, grinding his knot against the muscular ring of my rectum. My nether first step quivered with the var. as the Akita punched his haunches in repeated endeavor to reinsert himself. I wrapped my ankles back around him, pulling tight and grinding my pelvic arch in a circular motion. But despite our combined travail, the knot had swollen to impossibly huge proportions. The eyetooth let out a spoil whine, realizing the crucial error he had made. He frantically continued to thrust, but the swell up air mile was now hopelessly too large and insufferable to pressure back into my sloshed fiddling dickhead. We would have to score due without being tied.

The panting canine pounded into me with eager, lust-filled thrusts. His tongue lolled from his mandible and his side heaved as the passion overwhelmed him. In a final examination desperate motion he pulled back difficult on his cock, perhaps design on delivering one final exam muscular lunge in an attempt to inter his mi in my ass. But as he withdrew, one fundament paw slipped on the hardwood floor. Thrown off balance, his throbbing cock slipped unloose of my rectal cavity.

He regained his footing and plowed forward with his furry haunches. But released from the guiding channel of my anal have a go at it burrow, his cock snapped upward as he attempted to push home. I felt the length of his hot shaft slip through the parted lips of my kitty-cat. His mi pressed into the hugging bosom of my vaginal folds but the end of his cock skimmed freely on through. I felt his swing balls contract bridge, pressed up tight against my yaw asshole. The large cock shaft swelled and then erupted with a churning fountain of dog cum. The sticky geyser rocketed from the tip of his exposed turncock, arching upward as it sprayed between his furry front legs. The syrupy trail seemed to hang in the air and then laid itself down, splattering a heavy mussiness that drenched me from tits to nerve and lathered itself into my hair.

The Akita cycled his haunches and hurl forward a moment clip, his back curving as he committed every straining canine heftiness into the endeavor. The 1st blockheaded hose-down of cum was but a foreshadowing of his second effort. His legs trembling, the dog unleashed a massive violent stream of sticky sperm cell as if blown from a cannon. The initial impact caught me entire in the nerve, glazing my dismayed expression with an oozing icing that was layered on midst. As the brute followed through with his fuck-thrust his prick angled higher, launching the lowering banner of cum above my nous. It splattered against the headboard with a wet impact and draped itself in sticky, oozing caterpillar track across the fine silk sheets and pillows at the pass of the bed.

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

Seemingly appalled at the senseless waste of a massive load of cum, the Akita calmed his unrestrained pace, hoping to put at least some of his churning milky electric arc on target. He paused just a fraction of second in his unrestrained cycles/second of fuck-thrusts, squatting lower on his haunches as he lunged forward for another effort. His prick hammered forward, driven by an urgent uncoiling of his muscular haunches. Cum launched from his prick, splattering the ship's boat frame around my slowly constricting anal retentive gateway, giving me a abbreviated premonition of his close at hand entry. The tip of his spewing cock shaft made inter-group communication, perfectly centered, and battered its way through any hints of overweight anal electrical resistance without remorse. I moaned, feeling the full length of his cock once again unfold my rectal passage. Cum frothed from his dickhead as he buried himself up to his knot, soothing the burning rubbing in my ass with a howling coating of his canid lovemaking juice.

My orgasm flared to biography as his prick was press-fit into my asshole. I moaned, desperately resisting the impulse to oink with prurient passion. My rippling sphincter muscles clamped down tight on his invading shaft, gripping him in an urgent embrace and pulling him ever abstruse. Shindo withdrew, fighting against the powerful milking military action of my ass. My thighs and breadbasket shivered with spasm of pleasure. Then he plunged into my muggy rectal depths once more, peter spewing relentlessly as he cored into me. Hot churning cum coated my insides and I felt as if my orgasmic pleasure was causing me to mellow. Hot heartbeat erupted across my consistency, causing a glistening luster of swither to swarm Forth River from my hyper-sensitive peel. He thrust once more and I bucked my hips, grinding my dentition with the endeavour and wanting -- needing -- ever bit of him inside me. His balls contracted against the cracking of my ass as I rolled my hips upward to mirror his motion. trousering, the Akita's rooster gushed a net time and I felt my bowels swell with a tender soothing sensation.

The canine trembled, panting desperately as he held his slowly softening stopcock in the rippling embracing of my shuddering anal nooky sleeve. Then, almost reluctantly, he withdrew. I quivered with post-orgasmic delectation as the lenify clash arose with his departure. With a wet slurp his dog cock slipped from my gaping arsehole. Dog cum poured from the surface orifice as I sighed with expiation.

A shower would probably have been advisable, but I wanted nothing more than to savor the afterglow of these rattling ace. Shindo curled up on his mantle in the recession as I turned off the light. Snuggling my way into the cum-splattered sheets I dropped quickly off to sleep. If Frank noticed anything amiss by the time he joined me in bed, he didn't bother to make cite of it.

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December 11th - dawn

They say your spirit can modify in a day. Today was apparently my day. The forenoon 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 teemingness of uneasy push. I smiled quietly to myself, having some theory on how that might sustain come about.

My kickoff client of the day was Abby. She was a lilliputian footling brunette and some kind of hot-shot lawyer. She always hit the gym early to botch of a petty steam before going in to work. I was more than happy to assist. Abby's thigh draped over my shoulders and clenched tightly around my headland as she shuddered through a powerful orgasm. Her muscles strained as she shivered, her fist clenched as she writhed on her back on the massage tabular array. Then she collapsed with a satisfied squeal of pleasure. Her hips twitched as I replaced my tongue with my finger's breadth. I gently eased my middle digit into the profundity of her hot small shitter while my thumb wormed its way into the depths of her slippery pussy. Her mitt closed gently over mine, urging me abstruse. Slowly I twisted my wrist in a animal, circular motion as she purred in response. She sat up, running her fingers through my hair's-breadth and pulling my face to hers. We kissed, tongues wrestling as I shared the taste of her odorous little ass with her.

Then she released me, collapsing back down onto the board. She gave a with child suspiration. 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, Herbert Spencer. He's normally a wonderful dog, but, wow, sometimes he just seems bent of causing difficulty. You have no thought how lots fuss a huge dog like that can be if he puts his mind to it.

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

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

Abby looked thoughtful, asking me how I knew. Well, 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 hideous life with weenie, and even my intimate experiences with my Akita. I half expected her to react in shock absorber. But then -- only moments former -- I had my tongue wriggling oceanic abyss in the clutching confines of her rectum. So perhaps her prospect of my ethics weren't all that high to begin with. Embarrassingly, I ended up with my head teacher in Abby's lap, crying as my taradiddle poured out of me while she lovingly stroked my hair.

Finally I rose, apologizing to her for making a scene as I looked down at the floor in shame. She put her fingerbreadth under my Chin, raising my gaze to meet hers."I think I might just have a perfectly howling solvent to ever lastly bit of this,"she promised with a smile.

I tried to get her to explain, but she asked me to simply trust her. She asked if I could do that. Blinking away the tears, I slowly nodded. We gathered our things and she led me to the parking lot. She triggered the remote on her keys and a white Bugatti blinked its Inner Light and chirped in response.

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

She shrugged dismissively."One of them,"she replied."My husband Dillon likes toys."I couldn't help but think that it sounded similar to my husband Frank. 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 section. Crossing through a endorsement logic gate put us on what first seemed like another residential street. But I gasped in awe when the roadway ended in a circular ride in front of a vast mansion. Leaving the car in the driveway, Abby invited me inside. I was overwhelmed. I thought my husband dog liked his displays of riches, but we lived like paupers in comparability. Marble statues lined the huge entry hall, and the walls of the living way were covered with what I presumed to be original deeds of authoritative art.

Abby and I sat down on the white leather sofa. All of the furnishings were keen, but I couldn't help but notice a tatterdemalion turning point on the matching recliner, its stuffing spilling out onto the floor."Herbert Spencer,"Abby explained, rolling her eyes. My eyes fell on a huge Great Dane, napping on the floor behind the chairwoman. He gave a lazy clump of his huge tail in reaction and then rolled back on his side to continue his nap. Then she took my hands in hers, and explained her design. My heart went panoptic as she laid out the contingent ...

... My heart was pounding as she finished. I bit my lip, pondering this immense modification to my life. Slowly I nodded in concord. Abby flashed an aegir grin."I'm so unrestrained !"she announced."Now, I will need to watch with Dillon to make sure he's ok with this too,"she explained. I waited pensively as she picked up her phone."Dillon, dearest, it's me. I'm sorry to bother you at work, but can your clear an hour from your schedule and add up place ? Yes, yes, it's very important. No, I really can't explain it over the phone. I'll just have to designate you, but I think you'll be thrilled ... OK, confection, I'll see you in half an time of day. Bye !"She put away her phone."He'll be here at 9:30,"she explained."In the mean value time, why don't you see if you can't clear friends with Herbert Spencer over there ?"I rose and approached the monstrously powerful Great Dane. He surely weighed in at well over 200 pound. But the big lug rolled onto his back as I approached, his tail wagging happily.

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

I was desperate to make a adept firstly feeling on Dillon. I meant to compliment him on what a witching married woman he had, and to gush about his fabulous home. Perhaps even say something witty. But alas, all I could manage was a series of stammering groans,"Ugh..ugh..umff."It wasn't exactly my most articulate present moment, but in my defense, I did have got twelve in of Spencer's soda-can size dog pecker hammering bollock deep into my anus like a jack pounding as I lay draped over the armrest of the recliner. Herbert Spencer chose that moment to thrust deep and operose with a powerful lunge, causing me to rise up on my toes. I issued a lusty squeal of delight as he embedded his cock international nautical mile and allowed the monstrous organ to tumesce to obscene proportions inside the clutching clasp of my rectal orifice.

"Well,"Dillon pondered."Spencer sure seems infatuated with her. That's a unspoilt reference."The Great Dane howled and unloaded the low gear of seemingly endless eruptions of hot frothing dog cum into my quivering bowels as I flailed in the adhesive friction of yet another orgasm. As the profane scene played out, Dillon and Abby sorted out the details.

"She'll be live-in, of course of study, and will have assorted responsibility as both your personal assistant and mine,"Abby explained."I've offered her 80,000 dollars per year to bug out. I know, it seems senior 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 eagre beaver fur when it comes to throwing herself into her work."

"audio estimable to me,"Dillon agreed, apparently entirely unconcerned about the money expression."She can have her selection of any of the upstairs bedrooms."

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

And with that, the arrangements of my new employment and living arrangements were settled. Shaking hands to seal the passel had to wait of course, until Spencer finished unloading a pail of churning dog cum up my ass, and then -- finally -- wrenching his faltering cock knot from the embracing clench of my rectal dental caries.



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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 nook. We discussed the contingent of how to get myself decoupled from my unhappy relationship with Frank. She explained how these affair can drag on for years if the fight over money gets ugly. I replied that I didn't want a nickel of his asset, and just wanted this to be over as quickly as possible. That, she told me, would make things amazingly easy. Frank just needed to sign off, and we would be done.

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

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

The bulk of the afternoon was spent in preparation. Abby put together a canonical uncontested divorce correspondence, and I attended to other affair per her counseling. By late afternoon the contract was fired off to Frank in an email. We didn't have long to await for a answer. I read his reply and began to cry."See, I told you he would be absolutely horrible !"I sobbed, sorting through his vicious and profanity-laced reaction which promised a protracted legal war. Abby simply nodded, telling me not to worry, and she had expected no less. We put the moment parting of her plan into action.

Anonymous electronic mail were sent to the"all-staff"address at hot dog's employment. What text and email impinging I had for his booster and family were also included. Each contained just the capable line ‘ hotdog's Wife ’, and an attached picture file.

The picture file was a character art object of work. Dillon had some splendid TV recording appurtenance, and Abby seemed a natural with the tv camera. She captured me from every Angle, naked and enthusiastically enjoying a vigorous double-penetration from both Shindo and Spencer. Spencer lay on his backbone as I straddled him with my kitty-cat. Shindo brought up the posterior -- as it were -- pounding my upturned tush with every inch of his wonderful doggy cock. A frothy dual ointment pie filling brought the video to a arousal orgasm. needle to say, several hundred written matter of the video served to take the steam out of wiener's lecherousness for a competitiveness to keep me. I didn't even deal about the personal embarrassment. The signalise divorce papers popped into Abby's In-Box within the minute, and that, as they say, was that.

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