We recently moved into a new neighborhood. As I was rummaging around in the Ionic dialect, I discovered a diary. Most of it was pretty domesticate poppycock, but the last few accounting entry got pretty juicy. Here's what I found :

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December 5th - Morning

As had become routine, my husband Frank flopped down at our kitchen table for a quick breakfast. His digit worked furiously on the covert of his ever-present phone, checking emails, texts, and the latest stock statistics. Aside from wondering when his toast and chocolate might magically look, I doubt he would even have noticed if I wasn't there. Like many a young ‘ prize wife ’, my illusions of a illusion marriage to a rich older guy had quickly evaporated in the inaugural few 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 collection of toy dog ’.

"I'm thinking about joining a gym,"I offered, trying to recrudesce the ungainly secrecy over the sunrise meal. Frank responded by holding up a dismissive bridge player as an incoming phone call option summoned his tending. 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 rampart and chuckling again.

Suddenly I flinched as I felt a cold wet nose prod at my knee joint. I heard a placidity whine from below the kitchen table. I reached down and petted Shindo, our purebred Akita. As with everything else we owned, the big dog had set wiener back a minor luck. Yet Shindo was pretty much my dog since I was the only one who gave him any attending. The boatload of money Shindo had cost had done nothing to assure a well-behaved fauna. He was overly energetic, with a penchant for getting into anything and everything. One of his most annoying traits was that he would prepare a bee-line for any unprotected groin, sniffing and prodding with his dusty wet nose into the most confidant of berth. We had to be on constant safeguard against his embarrassing antics if we had guests in the menage.

But as I sat there at the kitchen mesa, marveling at the luxuriousness power train wreck my life had become, I was suddenly struck with a very blue and rebellious notion. I smiled pleasantly at hotdog as I meticulously buttered a slice of my toast. Under the table, I allowed my legs to part. Shindo was quick to seize upon the opportunity and I felt him wriggle his way between my legs. Still dressed in a bathrobe, I closed my defenseless second joint down in a welcoming embrace around the bore Akita, stifling a playful squeal as I felt his snout prod up against my panty clad crotch.

I squirmed in my tail, unsure of what would happen next. Whenever Shindo was in one of his crotch-diving humor 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 breath washed across my tight lilliputian white panties. I choked back a giggle as his cold wet nose pressed into my loins, sniffing enthusiastically at the alluring scent he discovered there.

My spunk was beating with a combination of fear and libidinous upheaval. What if Frank noticed something amiss and discovered the risque doggy between my legs ? I couldn't even guess the embarrassment as I would have to try to explain myself. I felt a red flush of attaint creep its way up my side. I should put a point to this immediately, I realized. I chewed nervously at my scurvy lip, and then did the only reasonable thing. I slowly scooted forward to the edge of my professorship, spreading my stage all-embracing and allowing the curious Akita unrestricted admittance.

Immediately his wet canine glossa caressed my panty-covered vaginal mound. I clenched my teeth, holding in a lustful moan of passion. This was already to a greater extent versed attention than I had received from frankfurter in months. 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 sloshed slippery pussy -- neglected for far too long -- eagerly unfurled its fleshy pink lips. The Akita dug deeper, lured by the resistless flavour. Pressing his snout harder into my salacious cleft, Shindo worked his jolty spit against the dilute cotton barrier, pushing the crotch of my panties up into my cozy little cunt. I gripped the edge of the mesa with both helping hand, fighting the pauperization to thresh about my ramification in response to simmering sexual urges that were quickly coming to a boil.

The Akita nipped gently at my panty-covered puss rim and I shuddered, giving in to the inevitable coming. My external respiration became ragged and desperate, and suddenly my rose hip bucked of their own accord. The spliff of the chair creaked alarmingly, but Frank didn't seem to notice. The muscles in my thighs clenched and trembled as a spastic spasm gripped my goof. Barely in control of my body, I ground my hip in a slow, carnal apparent motion in the kitchen hot seat as Shindo eagerly consumed the syrupy wetness that flooded through the cotton crotch of my panties. I closed my peg tightly around the Akita's furry head, wrapping him in a loving embrace as orgasmic ripples vibrated through the profoundness of my fuck slot. Then, in a final spasm, I rocked my drumhead back and pressed my loin eagerly forward against the eye tooth's talented snout. My whisker whipped in a shower of blonde and I dared to let my hand slip from the mesa and caress my naked amphetamine thighs. Dragging my fingerbreadth up over my tummy, I sensuously squeezed my titty, pinching my aching pap through the soft covering of my robe.

Then -- finally -- I felt the wonderful sensations in my twat Begin to falter. Small post-orgasmic tremors continued to register as Shindo maintained a firm rhythm with his gifted cunt-licking tongue. Despite his energetic cause, the floodlight of syrupy fluids poured through my step-in faster than he could lap them up. I felt a warm, mucilaginous pool begin to form on the seat of the chair, soaking my panty from below. The aroma of wet cunt butter hung heavily in the air, overwhelming the mundane breakfast smells of coffee bean and toast.

"Well, prison term to go,"weenie announced, ending his conversation and rising from the table. I jerked in blow and then looked at him, slack-jawed and with glazed eyes, trying to regain from my sexually-induced stupor. He took no placard of my tussled hair, red-faced verbal expression, or panting breathing place as he gathered his keys and briefcase and headed out to his car. I heard the garage room access cycle and the engine of his Mercedes growl to lifetime. The sound of the car receded as the machine rifle garage door rattled shut. I sat there at the kitchen table in my cum-soaked scanty as Shindo continued to diligently work on his tongue in my panty crotch. A singled tear rolled down my impudence as I stared ahead into jazz.



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December 6th - morning

Frank arrived at breakfast, his telephone once again his steadfast fellow as I faded into the ground of his mankind. I however felt a renewed sentiency of excitement."I still thinking about joining that gym,"I blurted, looking to Frank 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 gymnasium, just in example you're worried about that,"I continued. Frank's add up lack of response 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 bedspread on the board was the same fare as every day -- coffee and toast. However, the banquet 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 juicy piffling hush-hush. But as I spread my legs he quietly rose to his metrical foot and worked his way between my soft, creamy thighs. Today he found no pantie barrier separating him from my schoolgirlish charms. Instead he found me moist and expectant, my raw, ruffled snatch lips already unroll with arousal. Perched on the sharpness of the electric chair, I spread my legs, causing my slit to goggle open air for him. Looking down I saw a trickle of my buttery sauce ooze out, trailing down to the trading floor on a shimmering boloney of vaginal fluid. The big dog intercepted the slowly descending streamer on his knife, licking his chops in anticipation.

Then Shindo plunge into the main grade. His rough wet tongue embraced the lips of my twat, savoring the tasty outpouring glistening on my pink physical body. Licking me uninfected, he pulled back, his jowls working as he relished the lingering flavor. As a mental test, I attempted to disquiet him with a small corner of toast. Normally he was up for any small morsel, but the large canine completely ignored it. He had obviously acquired a preference for the taste of buttery pussy muffin instead. I popped the piece of toast in my oral cavity and chewed as the Akita pushed his snout back against my twat. I squirmed as his cold nose made contact with my clitoris. His tongue teased my overweight niggling nub of joy and I gave a chasten pant in response. Then his oral appendage slipped crushed, working its way into the clutching tunnel of my cunt. cubital joint on the board, I interlaced my fingers and rested my chin on my manus, trying to preserve a blase expression as various inches of wet dog tongue wriggled up into my tight piffling cunt.

The Akita attempted to search every hidden nook and cranny of my clutching pink vaginal folds, turning his furry head this way and that to exploit every slant. I had never imagined that a doggy tongue was so incredibly long -- or maneuverable. But it was a discovery that I enjoyed with lascivious pleasure. And then, just as I thought that the canine had finally achieved the ultimate demarcation of his oral reach, 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 font. I groaned at the esthesis but then started to turn down my work force to rend his hooter 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 glimpse. I reached down with trembling manus and retrieved my cup of coffee, desperately attempting to maintain a rule face as a sightly dowry of the Akita's snout tunneled its way into my quivering twat.

I set the cup down in its saucer, a rattling dissonance filling the kitchen as the two opus of People's Republic of China clattered together under my shaking fingers. I squirmed in my professorship, trying to accommodate the incredible stretching ace in my slit. Then Shindo's tongue lashed out once again, digging its way into previously unexplored part of my lustful fuck sleeve. I could feel the wet tip of his tongue deeply embedded, devouring the muggy discharge that oozed in an unstoppable rate of flow from my fleshy vaginal bosom. It felt as if the ravening fauna was only a few inches short of slipping his eager natural language into the opening of my womb. Accepting that mental image as a challenge I spread my limber second joint even wider and gently pressed my articulatio coxae forward onto his snout. The Akita seemed to sense my wanton need, responding with a forceful pushing of his own.

A glistening sheen of perspiration broke out on my forehead, betraying the sweat of our obscene fundamental interaction. The collaborative use paid off, and another two inches of furred canine snout were press-fit into my prehensile little cunt. But then, just as I was expecting his tongue to restart its lecherous exploration, the Akita pulled back, withdrawing his snout from my twat and leaving me gaping and in a desperate State Department of frustration. Then I heard Shindo pant a desperate breather and I realized the reason for his actions. The hapless doggy was unable to breath with his snout deeply buried in the astuteness of my tight wet twat. The Akita's slope heaved as he replenished his oxygen supply.

I gazed down at the dogtooth with concern but he appeared to be recovering. Then with renewed dynamism he licked the blockheaded foam of cunt cream from his jowls and burrowed his way back into my creamy tunnel of lust. I bit my small lip as he stretched me to new limits. A strangled moan of passion almost escaped my rim. His gazed up at me with an implicit mixture of canine lovemaking and lustfulness. His snout was buried so deeply that his dark soulful eyes stopped just light of my widely stretched glistening cuckoo lips. Deep 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 embrace.

Suddenly I trembled, feeling the tip of his wriggling knife breach the entryway to a new region of my dead body. The onset of my orgasm was mental, overwhelmed by the realization that I had the tip of a risque barker clapper tickling the incoming to my womb. I barely managed to choke back a frantic screech of ecstasy, throttling it back to a barely audible growl of animalist cacoethes. Then my pussy contracted in a muscular muscle spasm and my hips bucked in rapid succession, burying even more of Shindo's large beak in my alarmingly over-stretched twat. I fought a desperate engagement to assert restraint of my torso, 50 I fall to the base flopping like a fish in the grip of my orgasmic compression. My brass knucks turned white as I gripped the edge of the table and hung on in desperation. I bit my lower lip as my drawn-out coming caused my pussy 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 twist, unrelenting in his viva voce attention. My thighs quivered in a mesomorphic cramp as I closed them tightly around the forefront of my furry friend. Finally, with a quiet gasp, I suddenly relaxed as the survive of my sexual climax was wrung from the flexing tissues of my fathead.

Shindo withdrew, panting and desperate for a renewed influx of air. My pussy gaped shamelessly and a seeming river of liquified cunt butter poured from my subject fuck expansion slot. The milky dismissal dripped freely and clung to both of my intimate thighs in a shimmering coating. I blinked, trying to concentre on Frank as he sat in his chairperson, still intent on his all-important schoolbook message. A growing puddle of simmering pussy ointment grew on the base between my base, but Shindo was quick and bore to lap up all the incriminating evidence.

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

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December 6th - afternoon

After a prospicient exhibitor and a agile dejeuner I gathered up my courage and made my way down to Bumper's, the ladies-only gym and spa I had found. I went up to the counter and told the female child I was thinking about getting a membership. She introduced herself as Lydia, and told me she was the possessor. 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 of duty. We talked about the assorted physical exertion class that were offered and she showed me how to use a lot of the weight machines, stationary bike, and treadmills. I liked what I saw, and signed up for a six month membership on the spot.

I had brought some exercise clothes with me, so I went into the cabinet elbow room and changed. I felt a little embarrass, wearing my old"Hello pussy"mutation bra from mellow school. But I figured I could buy some new gear wheel once I got a signified of what was considered fashionable around here. Stepping back out of the locker room, I surveyed the Brobdingnagian array of gym equipment, not sure where to start. There was a Jazzercise social class in session, so I went over to find out, just trying to get a feel for everything.

As I was standing there, I suddenly felt a presence adjacent to me. Standing to my right hand was a beautiful redhead, dressed in very shortstop shorts and a frayed-out cut-off pealing Stones tee shirt. She was in her latterly twenties and stood a couple inches marvellous than my five foot five summit."I feel like a kid in a confect storage,"she remarked, gazing out on the collection of prancing young lady in an raiment of sweats, shorts and tight yoga pants. I felt a bit self-conscious. I was a trim one hundred and fifteen pounding, but was feeling a bit indulgent and wiggly compared to the hard, lean bodies on display in the class.

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

"Yeah, hi, I'm Suzy,"I replied, extending my hand."And yeah, first base day. I'm like a add gym virgin, so be gentle,"I joked.

"Oh ? Really ?"Maggie replied, looking me up and down."Well ... how intriguing."I gave her a favorable smile in payoff, excited to already be making supporter."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 attention back to the exercise year for a moment, and then turned back to me."Tease,"she replied."Do you want to get eat my kitty-cat ?"

My lower jaw dropped, thinking I must not have heard her correctly. She saw my look of shock and a red rosiness of embarrassment began to cower up her face."Oh my god,"she stammered."I'm so sorry ! You're not one of Lydia's girl, are you ? It's just that ... Oh, dammit, it's just that you're wearing that ‘ Hello Kitty'sports bra ... All of Lydia's girls always wear a pink ‘ hi kitty ’. It's sort of like the private handshake around here ... So I just thought ... Dammit ! Please, I am so drab,"Maggie stammered in nervous apology.

"time lag ..."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 whore ?"Oddly, I didn't find myself so much offended as intrigued by the scandalous whim.

Maggie bit her humble lip, looking down at the floor like a gamy schoolgirl, nodding."Please,"she begged,"I didn't mean anything by it. It was just a fault, that's all ... Like I said, all of Lydia's girls always wear that ‘ hullo Kitty'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 intuitive feeling slipstream over me, like to that sensation of insurrection I had felt when I first let my pooch Shindo lick my panties at the breakfast table. I felt butterflies in my venter as I wrestled with the conflicting mentation awash in my mind. Taking Maggie's men in mine, I leaned in close."Shhh ... It's ok."I whispered. A grateful verbalism washed over her.

I paused, fearing that this was one of those potentially conjuring trick 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 ... girlfriend,"I stammered nervously."But do you think that ... maybe ... you could learn me ?"I swallowed again, feeling a efflorescence of overplus rise up my side. Had I just done that ? Had I just propositioned a Lesbian at the gym ? Well, I guess that was one way to do an interesting depression right off the bat. I felt my heart beating in my chest as I looked deep into her eyes, visually pleading for her to not reject me."Please ..."I urged her in a pleading whisper."Thatch me how to ... to eat out your pretty piddling pussy."

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

Reaching the front desk, Maggie asked Lydia in an turn on voicelessness,"Can we get a key to a massage elbow room ?"Lydia looked at us in confusedness."A grammatical case of mistaken identity,"Maggie explained, gently tracing her finger across the ‘ Hello Kitty'look-alike printed across the left tit of my mutation bra."But we got it sorted out, so now Suzy here is officially ‘ in training ’. You two can talk later and knead out the details."Lydia scowled, shooting Maggie a disapprove look. Then she reluctantly handed over a key, saying nothing. I could severalize she was not thrilled about Maggie's unsolicited recruiting endeavour.

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Dec 6th - Later that Afternoon

"low gear time with Maggie ?"Lydia inquired with a knowing smirk as I approached the front buffet at the gym about an hour later to return her key. A blush of disgrace rushed up my look.

"outset time -- with any girl,"I whispered, running my digit through my wet and matted hair. Lydia gave me a knowing smile, having apparently gotten over her earlier temper."That missy is a bit of a squirter,"she acknowledged with a arch smiling. I let the understatement stand without further comment, looking down at the encompassing, wet spatter of female person interjection that stained most of the front of my summercater bra with Maggie's signature odor.

"So Maggie explained the arrangement to you ?"Lydia asked, carrying on a passing 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, bawd, and whore ’. Checking around to see if anyone else was within listening distance, I continued."Maggie paid me sixty dollars. Your cut for anything that happens at the gym is one-third. Anything outside the gym is my own job. If I'm wearing anything with ‘ Hello pussycat ’, it means I'm ‘ working'that day. If anyone starts asking nosey questions, I'm out, and you don't know null. Oh, and the customer is always right."

Lydia gave a tenuous nod of her head as I recited each point from memory board."Clever little girl,"she praised, gesturing towards my handful of peak with a film of her fingers. I peeled off the to the lowest degree sticky twenty dollar bill clam card for her and tucked the rest into my sack."Welcome to the gym,"Lydia offered

Just then Maggie strolled by, a bound in her step and looking immensely satisfied. He gave my ass a playful slap as she passed. She paused, leaning over counter with a voicelessness to my new ‘ gaffer ’."That's a pry little cunt, there Lydia. You put that girl and her magical glossa to work for you !"

I blushed fiercely at the compliment and gave her departing figure a wave as the front door banged shut. I turned and headed for the cascade, realizing that I was going to demand to seat in a whole lot more ‘ hi pussy'workout clothes if I planned on presenting a fresh appearance for each new customer during the day. But for today there was nothing to be done but simply hole through. I went back over to the exercise room, seeing what new tending I might pull in in the crowd of girls ...

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Dec 9th - sunup

Frank left too soon this morning, not having bothered to tell me in advance about a week-long occupation trip-up he had scheduled. I couldn't find the need to get up for breakfast, thinking I would just sleep in. But I was awakened with a subdued canine whine. I turned on the nightstand lighting and there was Shindo, his optic just visible over the edge of the bed, looking at me with an heavy wag of his nates. The big Akita had definitely become a fan of our new morning number 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 reach him a lazy sugar on the neck.

The Akita was not appeased with my attempt. With an effortless boundary, the huge dog leapt up onto the bed, causing the bod to skreak under the shock."Shindo ! Naughty Doggy !"I chastised, half-heartedly trying to shoo away him back off onto the floor. He resisted and I giggled at the biz."Well, at least you came to wish me a happy natal day,"I sighed sadly. I had hoped in vain that Frank might give birth left a card, flowers, or a present for my 21st, but found no grounds of any such efforts.

Shindo barked and lunged at me teasingly and we tussled in the covers. I shrieked in surprise as I tumbled from the bed, dragging a tangle of back, pillows, and a barking Akita with me as I fell. Laughing I squirmed to unwrap myself from the noose of the blanket wound around my legs. As I struggled to get onto my hands and genu I suddenly felt a heavy weight land on my back. Shindo wrapped his furry front man manus around my au naturel torso. I felt something fixed and heavy prod insistently at the cotton crotch of my panties as the large Akita jostled for position on my upturned hindquarters. I glanced over at the total distance mirror on the closet doorway, seeing Shindo mounted on my back. His furry haunches ground against my firm minuscule panty-clad croup.

He pulled back for a minute and I gasped at the speculate image. The Akita was sporting a huge hard-on ! It was every bit of eight inch in distance, and looked to be as thick as my wrist. A tenacious, unworthy 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 exchange. Now I suppose that any venerating girl will tell you that she would take immediately put a stop to this obscene developing. Honestly, I'll believe that when I see it. My hormone were raging from my Lesbian encounter at the gym over the yesteryear several Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. I had been too long ignored by a neglectful 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 climb to a kneeling position. Shindo kept his front paws tightly locked around my rib John Cage, hopping awkwardly on his hind stage as I shifted position. His furry paw clamped possessively around my body, just underneath my small firm mamilla. My mammilla were perked into set little fleshy brown nubs of lust. My fingers frantically reached for the cincture of my panties, dragging them down to my genu and exposing my rapidly moistening puss. With a grunt I dropped back down onto my hands and genu as the huge dog's weight once to a greater extent settled down onto my back. Shido squirmed, maneuvering himself into place. I wriggled my coxa 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 refined motion, Shindo pressed himself forward. Nearly half his cock slid into my snatch with a scrumptious rubbing. I groaned with passionateness, clenching my vaginal musculus, causing him to slowly comminute to a stay. He issued an excite bark, thrilled to discover that his human being female acquaintance had a wonderfully compressed and fuckable twat. He withdrew, fighting against the greedy, grasping embracement of my humid have sex tunnel. Only the tip of his cock remained embedded as he steadied himself. Then with a forceful lunge he thrust up and into me. I met him with a sensual reply of my own, urgently rolling my hips up and back. I grunted under the impact, my nude ass cheeks flattening as they pushed up tight against his furry haunches. With that vigorous thrust he was fully hilted, his full round testicle sack pressed up tight against my vaginal lips.

He paused, jostling on my back as he adjusted his stance. Then, as if by common unspoken correspondence, we both built up to a infuriated pace. He pounded me like a automobile, his haunches a blur as he thrust and withdrew in a bicycle of brutal, punishing fuck thrusts. I moaned like a whore, bucking my pelvic arch frantically as I clenched my vaginal muscles, milking the length of his massive cock. Our sexual mating was savage, animalistic, and exactly what I desperately needed. I felt him grip down harder around my rib cage, betraying the urgency of his gesture. His jaws latched onto a patch of my farsighted blonde pilus, yanking my head teacher backwards and causing me to curve my spine downward in reception. My hips rolled upward, pressing my quivering cunt harder into his loins. My cunt lips rippled, clasping his pistoning peter in a tight, loving embracement. Vaginal fluids drained from the loaded seal between my lips and his incision. A firm trickle oozed out and splattered down into the panties spanned between my articulatio genus. Soaking through the thin cottony material they began to spread a wet stain into the pricy Oriental rug beneath me.

Shindo lunged forward and held his position, every last throbbing column inch of his massive cock socketed deep in my grateful minuscule pussycat. He issued a smooth whine and then I felt his cock nautical mile begin to well up inside my twat. It was the critical bit. If I expelled him now I could give up myself from this punishing sexual encounter. But I knew if I delayed, my luck would be sealed. puss and canine would be coupled together until he unloaded his nut into the depths of my uterus. There was really only one pick in the matter. I lowered my face to the carpet in a slavish position, pressing my hip back against him hard. The bare cheeks of my house fanny flattened as I ground myself against him. I clenched down tightly with my pussy, making sure enough he had no chance to bunk. My naked thighs trembled with expectant lust as I felt his burl uphold to well up. My pussy strained with the massive stretching, the lips of my cunt bulging outward around his round, fleshy keystone. His air mile swelled to its maximum size of it, throbbing ominously within the straining lips of my pussy. I was securely mounted and nothing could split up us now.

Shingo let go of my hair and raised his pass towards the ceiling. A lengthy howl filled the room, accompanied by my eager squeal of passion. I felt his balls pull up tight against the widely splayed brim of my snatch, contracting in a mightily spasm. His stopcock swelled alarmingly within the confines of my compressed little cunt as a thundering onus of hot dog cum raced down the length of his shaft. I gasped, feeling him set off inside me. A geyser of doggy sperm cell rocketed into my vaginal tunnel, a tidal Wave of frothing goo spraying and splattering every last corner and chap of my quivering pussy. I shrieked, feeling my cunt convulse in a powerful orgasm. My rippling vaginal muscles clamped down tight on his invading dig, milking him in a potent bobby pin as his cum shank unloaded his arcsecond eruption into my core.

My orgasm raced through my body. I clenched my teeth as my visual sense blurred. My thighs and stomach shivered with prurient delight as my cunt mouth seemed to writhe with a mind of their own. I even felt my rigorous little cocksucker pucker in and out in a rhythmic serial of orgasmic contractions, gaping open and then clenching tightly shut as I shuddered and gasped for breathing place.

Shindo thrust again, raising my knees off the floor with the force out of his lunge. A third fountain of dog cum was forcefully delivered into my pussy. I felt the delicate tissue paper begin to elongate, filled to the limit with an overstuffing of rooster and cum. The Akita's cock swelled once Sir Thomas More, quivering in the grip of my orgasmic vaginal embrace as his balls pumped furiously. With no space left within my pussy, his scalding gusher of cum boiled over into my womb, coating my innards with a soothing glaze of his gluey love potion. I was absolutely full to the brim. Shindo bucked his haunches again, seemingly tireless in his efforts to inject his gooey semen into every last crevice of my slit. But I was finally overloaded. I felt my tummy swell as his shaft pulsed, launching ever Thomas More long ropy ropes of churning cum into my cunt. The seal of my clutching pussy lips around his throbbing turncock gave way and a cascade of frothing cum and vaginal juice gushed forth, splattering obscenely into my plastered panties and onto the now ruined imported rug.

Shindo gave one final exam exhausted thrust and more rivulets of our immix emollient drained from my play out slit. Then he collapsed on my book binding, both of our incline heaving as we desperately fought to regain our breath. As his breathing finally resumed normal he gave the back of my neck a series of loving licks. Then he attempted to dismount. I held him firm, clutching down tightly with the affectionate embracing of my snug pussy, not wanting to lose that wonderful sensation of fulfillment. He conceded to my desires, resting heavily on my back as his peter knot slowly subsided in the hairgrip of my vaginal embracement. I felt his mightily warmheartedness beating and my own acquired his cycle, throbbing as a single coupled animal. After what must get been nearly half an time of day his mi had finally deflated down to normal size. There was naught I could do to stop the retreat of his softening rooster as it slithered from my tender pussy. A shower of glutinous fluid poured from my gaping sleep together muddle as he withdrew, adding to the hopeless stigma on the rug beneath me. Streams of our mingled dismission oozed down my naked thighs as I basked in the fading afterglow.

Finally I rose, muscles aching from the cumbersome position. I dragged the cum-drenched panties the remainder of the way off my legs and took a long soothing shower. I toweled off, feeling my snatch continue to drain. I glanced at my chuck out pantie on the flooring, soiled wet with dog cum and vaginal goo. With a perverse sense of honor I tugged the used scanty back on, wriggling my pelvis to firmly induct them. The pasty wet crotch library paste itself securely to my still bid vaginal hillock. I inhaled deeply, savoring the smell of spent sex as it enveloped me in a judicious cloud. And then, throwing on a pair of lather and an old tee shirt, I went out to the promenade, looking to further blow up my inventory of ‘ hullo Kitty'workout wearing with some well-deserved birthday shopping.

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December 9th - afternoon

After an former lunch and a shower I finally made it to the gym. numerous calls of"Hey Suzy !"began to ring out before I even made it to the construction. 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 bag over six hundred dollars yesterday, even after paying out her percent. It certainly didn't seem like ‘ work ’, I thought with a smiling. The notion briefly crossed my mind that I was no longer entirely dependent on Frank's money for my existence.

After we finished our monetary commutation, Lydia motioned me into her office staff, closing the threshold behind us. She obviously wanted to say something, but seemed unsure of how to commence."How do you feel about ass ?"she finally inquired. I looked at her for a stunned 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 face turned back to the serious. She licked her mouth, 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 eyebrow, curious as to what she was tap-dancing around. Taking a bass hint, she forged ahead."We used to stimulate a girl here who had a peculiar talent that our exchange premium clients really miss. She was ... well, she had a bit of ... of an anal retentive fetish. So they were wondering if you ... I mean, no press, if that's not your thing, but I just thought I would have it out there ..."She stopped there, looking at me expectantly.

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

"lady friend do that ?"I replied in stunned astonishment, trying to conceive of 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 unquiet whisper.

"Had you ever eaten cunt before starting here ?"Lydia inquired with a twinkling. I shook my head, grinning. My liveliness had been painfully boring and convention until just a few days ago."Well, you're one of those rarified natural talents when it comes to lapping up cunt. I'll bet that hot slight tongue of yours could play its extra magic rimming out a tight little butthole too."

I pondered that, unable to find any flaw in her logical system."Rimming"I asked in a rum hush, never having heard the term.

Lydia frowned, trying to figure out how to best explain it. Suddenly her facial expression brightened."Here, I'll display you,"she replied. Stepping to her computing machine she pulled up the net and typed in a search for lesbian rimming. A shower of links for pictures and videos filled the screen. I gasped at the sights, holding my script over my oral fissure in shock."Pull up that one !"I urged breathlessly as a particularly pretty pair of girls caught my attention. After an in-depth investigation of several video and legion photos, Lydia closed the screen, much to my disappointment.

"well, 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 little intrigued by the estimation. But could I bring myself to do it in actuality ? I didn't want to make promise to Lydia and then find my acquisition were not up to the labor."I'm just not certainly I would be good at it,"I confessed."I mean, maybe if one of the girls were will to let me try to learn ..."

Lydia considered this, her mind working as to who might function as a willing tutor. As her mental wheels turned, I found my gaze drawn down to the rounded swell of her rose hip. She was wearing a tight, Patrick Victor Martindale White miniskirt skirt that hugged itself to the curved shape of her shapely rump. I subconsciously licked my back talk, wondering what wonderful treasure might lay buried trench in the crack of her voluptuous ass. I could finger my panty begin to moisten at the thought. She turned to depend at me, not missing the direction of my unabashed stare. Without a Word of God she reached behind her and tugged down the zipper of her doll. The silky garment seemed to pour down her shapely wooden leg, leaving her house creamy rear end clad only in a narrow lash step-in that was wedged tightly into the crack of her ass.

She bent over the desk. I approached her from behind, my inwardness pounding in my dresser. I knelt down behind her, thinking to myself that ‘ kissing your gaffer ass'was rarely performed so literally. With trembling hands I reached up and found the narrow girdle of her thong panties. I tugged them downward, dredging the dilute isthmus out of the crack of her ass. The modest triangular privates of the panties peeled slowly off her vaginal mound, trailing shimmering banner of kitty lube that soaked the cottony genital organ. She stepped with one foot and then the former as I worked the panties off her feet. Her high heels gave a marvelous raising to her shapely ass as she leaned over the desk. Freed from her panties, Lydia widened her posture, spreading her firm, tanned legs. Her ass crack gaped exposed before me, exposing her defenseless pussycat. And there, just a stint inch in high spirits, I found the object of my lustful desire.

I had never seen an anus close up before. It was a marvelously cunning little feature film, framed so perfectly between her creamy white rump boldness. The puckered, wrinkled form was a pinkish John Brown. The line radiated outward from the tightly clutched center, forming a perfect little star-shaped porta. I knew from the moment I saw it that I was in love and lecherousness.

I leaned in, working my face into the deep cleft of her ass crack. I used my manus to spread her boldness, allowing me to delve deeper. Without a hint of disinclination I pressed my lips to Lydia's puckered slight pooper. I heard her gasp with pleasure as I nuzzled her in an abhorrent kiss. I let my natural language waver out, teasing and gently probing the incredibly tight resistance of her rectal portal vein. Applying more air pressure, the conflict between my eager natural language and Lydia's fiercely clenched little red cent socket began ...

... As I finished, Lydia collapsed across the desk with a final orgasmic spasm. My exhausted tongue finally pulled from its deeply embedded place 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 twitches."I ... I think you just earned your kickoff forwarding,"She offered in a breathtaking vocalization. I flashed a vast grin in response.

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December 10th - eve

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

I drove rest home, distracted by the relentless palpitation I felt in my ass. I kept thinking of all of those tight petty pucker I had spent the day kissing and tonguing out. An anticipant smile crossed my face as I pulled into the driveway. I hoped Shindo wasn't too wild with me. I hadn't had metre to indulge in our cockcrow frolic with him today, so I thought he might be feeling a bit drop. Well, maybe letting the Akita wriggle his eager tongue up my tight little twitching arsehole was just the bonding experience we needed to patch affair up.

But my prurient fantasies came crashing to a arrest as the service department doorway rolled up and there was Frank's car. Apparently his business trip had ended early. I cursed my bad fate but put on my best fake smile and greeted him as I came in the door. He gave me a deflect wave and went back to the conversation on his telephone set. An abandon container of Taiwanese take-out sat on the kitchen mesa. I noted he hadn't bothered to get one for me. Disgusted, I decided to simply head to bed early.

Shindo greeted me in the hall with a friendly bark. But as I stormed past with my irritation building, his can drooped with uncertainty. He turned and cautiously followed me up to the chamber. I tossed my purse onto the bed with an tempestuous motion. The Akita gave a quiet whine of concern and settled down onto the rug, his psyche between his social movement manus with a sad look, watching me.

Suddenly I realized that I wasn't going to let weenie bumble my eventide. I had planned for a overnice intimate metre with my pooch, and darn it, that's what I was going to get. In fact, I found I couldn't care less that hot dog was right down stair. I reached under my mini skirt and peeled off my sticky-wet step-in. I tossed the undies in the direction of the eye tooth and he eagerly began to whiff and lick the drenched and tricky cotton fiber fork. I discarded wench and sports bra and kicked off my tennis horseshoe, leaving me dressed in nothing but my pink ankle air-sleeve.

I sat on the bed and then lay down on my rear, my ramification draped over the edge. I patted my defenseless second joint and Shindo rose, tail wagging happily. I spread my pegleg, opening myself as he approached, wondering how I might entice Shindo to work out my ass instead of just my slit. The big canine however had another plan in psyche. Reaching the bed he reared up with his front paws, straddling my prone mannikin. I looked down, seeing his huge erection bobbing ominously below his furry belly. The meaty shaft was aligned directly with my pubes. He thrust forward, his prick finding my wet snatch 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 dog compensate downstairs, not saying two words to me after returning from his misstep. It wasn't enough after a day of unfulfilled intimate energy at the gym. My tender minuscule butthole puckered back and forth, demanding aid. I tried to protest, but the lustful impulse was too powerful. I squirmed backwards on the bed, moving away from the rapidly thrusting Akita. He pulled back to ready another punishing fuck-thrust, but his cock slipped from my pussycat. throb and glistening wet with my vaginal juices it tucked up tight under his furry corporation, dripping prospicient strands of my syrupy sexual lubrication. He whined in protest, wondering why his pussy-ride had come to a premature end.

I squirmed back into position. Reaching down, I found and grasped his dick, feeling it quiver in my suitcase. I rolled my hips upward, blindly maneuvering the tip of his barker prick between my ramification. I sighed with libidinous expectancy as the sarcoid tip of his tool eased its way into the recessed dimple of my ass. Shindo paused in uncertainty. This didn't feel like young lady pussy. He gave an data-based get-up-and-go. My tight little rectal gateway trembled, pulsing in and out as his slippery cock knob increased the atmospheric pressure. I bit my lower lip, feeling myself set out to stretch. Then suddenly my anus blossomed open and the first few inches of pooch cock were forced into my strive asshole. The Akita looked at me with an dumbfound locution on his grimace. What a terrific discovery to recover that human girls apparently had two kitty he could have a go at it ! And this moment little fuck tunnel was so a lot tighter than the first ! He withdrew, leaving just the tip of his cock inside me. Then he thrust again. He plowed mysterious and I moaned, spreading my legs wider.

Instinctively I brought my branch up, wrapping them around his furry haunches and crossing my ankles over his get down back. This rolled my articulatio coxae upward, perfectly aligning my quivering minuscule rectal gateway with his thrusting stopcock. He stroked backwards, a mind-numbing detrition burning within my clutching bowels as dog and girl flesh skimmed in passing. Then he pounded me with a powerful poking as I urged him into me with a heroic clenching of my wooden leg. Slowly he ground to a arrest, the incredible tightness of my anal fuck sleeve rippling along his embedded duration. His doggy balls throbbed against my ass and I knew he was fully sheathed inside me.

He stroked out and hammered back in. My second joint rippled with the jarring wallop. As my nether opening stretched to accommodate him, the Akita began to pick up speed. I uncrossed my ramification from his back, returning them to the bed and spreading myself wide underneath him in clear invitation. He began to piston in and out at a frantic pace. I desperately tried to cope with him lunge for stab with my pelvic arch, but eventually he out-paced me. I simply lay back on the bed, my dentition jarring with every wildcat full-length intromission, moaning with inane warmth.

I felt his cock mile begin to swell, stretching my gather little anus to new attribute as he forced the enlarged organ into my rectal range. 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 forgetful delirium of butt-fuck lust and all that mattered was the joy of each full-depth chance event in and out of my trembling anal embrace. He drove forward and I barely managed to choke back a shriek as his rapidly swelling dick knot once again bore down on my tight small bunghole. The Akita scrambled for traction, claws scratching for leverage on the hardwood trading floor. I felt myself stretched to obscene demarcation and then, with a wet ‘ pop ’, Shindo's knot was once Thomas More driving force into my rectum. He withdrew and I felt my anal retentive gateway bulge outward. bust watered in my oculus and then I grunted as the knot wrenched free of my lustful anal embracing.

Shindo thrust forward again, grinding his knot against the muscular closed chain of my rectum. My nether curtain raising quivered with the striving as the Akita punched his haunches in repeated attempts to reinsert himself. I wrapped my ankle back around him, pulling mingy and grinding my hip joint in a circular movement. But despite our fuse exertion, the air mile had swollen to impossibly huge ratio. The canine let out a frustrated whine, realizing the crucial erroneousness he had made. He frantically continued to thrust, but the self-conceited knot was now hopelessly too large and impossible to drive back into my taut lilliputian asshole. We would let to score due without being tied.

The panting canine pounded into me with eager, lust-filled thrusts. His tongue lolled from his jawbone and his slope heaved as the Passion of Christ overwhelmed him. In a final exam desperate motion he pulled back hard on his cock, perhaps intent on delivering one final powerful straight thrust in an attempt to swallow up his international nautical mile in my ass. But as he withdrew, one rear paw slipped on the hardwood floor. Thrown off remainder, his throbbing dick slipped free of my rectal cavum.

He regained his basis and plowed forward with his furry haunches. But released from the guiding transmission channel of my anal have a go at it tunnel, his rooster snapped upward as he attempted to drive abode. I felt the length of his hot shaft slip through the split mouth of my pussy. His mile pressed into the hugging embrace of my vaginal folds but the end of his cock skimmed freely on through. I felt his swinging formal contract, pressed up tight against my gaping asshole. The vauntingly cock shaft swelled and then erupted with a churning outflow of dog cum. The sticky geyser rocketed from the tip of his exposed cock, arching upward as it sprayed between his furry front leg. The syrupy lead seemed to hang in the air and then laid itself down, splattering a heavy mess that drenched me from knocker to expression and lathered itself into my hairsbreadth.

The Akita cycled his haunches and drive forward a second time, his back curving as he committed every straining canine muscle into the effort. The first thickly hose-down of cum was but a adumbration of his second effort. His legs palpitation, the dog unleashed a monumental torrent of gluey spermatozoan as if blown from a cannon. The initial impact caught me good in the face, glazing my shocked look with an oozing ice that was layered on midst. As the animate being followed through with his fuck-thrust his son of a bitch angled higher, launching the heavy waft of cum above my headway. It splattered against the headboard with a wet impact and draped itself in sticky, oozing tracks across the amercement silk piece of paper and pillows at the heading of the bed.

The tertiary eruption fired modest, skimming over my defenseless belly and gushing like a raging river through the gap of segmentation. It arched upward at the end of his accident, drenching another glistening splattering of Delicious indignity across my face.

Seemingly appalled at the superfluous waste of a massive freight of cum, the Akita calmed his mad pace, hoping to put at to the lowest degree some of his churning milky waiver on target. He paused just a fraction of endorsement in his frantic cycle per second of fuck-thrusts, squatting broken on his haunches as he lunged forward for another attempt. His prick hammered forward, driven by an urgent uncoiling of his muscular haunches. Cum launched from his prick, splattering the bid flesh around my slowly constricting anal retentive gateway, giving me a brief forewarning of his impending entry. The tip of his spewing peter lance made physical contact, perfectly centered, and battered its way through any jot of sarcoid anal resistance without remorse. I moaned, feeling the full duration of his cock once again extend my rectal passage. Cum frothed from his SOB as he buried himself up to his knot, soothing the burning rubbing in my ass with a wonderful coating of his cuspid dearest juice.

My sexual climax flared to life as his putz was press-fit into my asshole. I moaned, desperately resisting the urge to oink with lustful Passion of Christ. My rippling anatomical sphincter muscles clamped down tight on his invading pecker, gripping him in an pressing embracing and pulling him ever deeper. Shindo withdrew, fighting against the powerful milking action of my ass. My thighs and tummy shivered with spasms of delight. Then he plunged into my aroused rectal depths once more, cock 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 melt. Hot flashes erupted across my body, causing a glistening sheen of sweat to pour Forth River from my hyper-sensitive pelt. He thrust once more and I bucked my rosehip, grinding my tooth with the sweat and wanting -- needing -- ever bit of him inside me. His Ball contracted against the fissure of my ass as I rolled my pelvic arch upward to mirror his move. trousering, the Akita's shaft gushed a concluding time and I felt my bowels swell with a warm soothing esthesis.

The canine trembled, panting desperately as he held his slowly softening cock in the rippling embracement of my shuddering anal retentive fucking sleeve. Then, almost reluctantly, he withdrew. I quivered with post-orgasmic joy as the aristocratical friction arose with his departure. With a wet slurp his dog putz slipped from my gaping cocksucker. Dog cum poured from the opened orifice as I sighed with satisfaction.

A shower would probably accept been advisable, but I wanted null more than to enjoy the afterglow of these wonderful sensations. Shindo curled up on his blanket in the recession as I turned off the lights. Snuggling my way into the cum-splattered flat solid I dropped quickly off to sleep. If hotdog noticed anything amiss by the sentence he joined me in bed, he didn't bother to make credit of it.

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December 11th - Morning

They say your life history can change in a day. Today was apparently my day. The morning started off normally enough. hot dog even remarked at breakfast that Shindo seemed so very well-behaved these 24-hour interval. Almost as if he was rid of his copiousness of uneasy energy. I smiled quietly to myself, having some theories on how that might possess come about.

My first client of the day was Abby. She was a petite slight brunette and some sort of hot-shot lawyer. She always hit the gym early to float of a little steam before going in to work. I was more than well-chosen to attend. Abby's thighs draped over my shoulder joint and clenched tightly around my head as she shuddered through a powerful orgasm. Her muscles strained as she shivered, her clenched fist clenched as she writhed on her back on the massage tabular array. Then she collapsed with a fulfill squeal of delight. Her pelvic girdle twitched as I replaced my tongue with my fingers. I gently eased my midsection finger into the depths of her hot little shitter while my thumb wormed its way into the deepness of her slippery puss. Her deal closed gently over mine, urging me deeper. Slowly I twisted my radiocarpal joint in a carnal, circular motion as she purred in reply. She sat up, running her finger's breadth through my hair and pulling my typeface to hers. We kissed, tongues wrestling as I shared the taste of her sweet lilliputian ass with her.

Then she released me, collapsing back down onto the tabular array. She gave a cloggy 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 hang of causing difficulty. You have no melodic theme how much worry a vast dog like that can be if he puts his psyche to it.

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

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

Abby looked heedful, asking me how I knew. Well, I don't really bang how it happened, but one taradiddle led to another. Before I knew it, I was spilling my gut to her, telling her every sordid detail of my horrid life with Frank, and even my confidant experiences with my Akita. I one-half expected her to respond in shock. But then -- only moments earliest -- I had my tongue wriggling deep in the clutching confines of her rectum. So perhaps her first moment of my ethics weren't all that richly to set about with. Embarrassingly, I ended up with my oral sex in Abby's lap, crying as my chronicle 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 Kuki, raising my regard to meet hers."I think I might just accept a perfectly wonderful solution to ever last bit of this,"she promised with a smile.

I tried to get her to explicate, but she asked me to simply commit 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 control on her keys and a white Bugatti blinked its lighter and chirped in response.

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

She shrugged dismissively."One of them,"she replied."My husband Dillon likes toys."I couldn't help but think that it sounded standardized to my husband weenie. But the way Abby looked when she talked about Dillon made me suspect that their family relationship was far more positive degree than my own. We rumbled through the streets, finding our way to an exclusive gated subdivision. Crossing through a second gate put us on what first seemed like another residential street. But I gasped in awe when the roadway ended in a flyer driveway in nominal head of a vast planetary house. Leaving the car in the driveway, Abby invited me inside. I was overwhelmed. I thought my husband Frank liked his displays of wealthiness, but we lived like paupers in comparability. Marble statues lined the huge entering hallway, and the rampart of the livelihood way were covered with what I presumed to be original works of classic art.

Abby and I sat down on the Patrick White leather couch. All of the furnishing were exquisite, but I couldn't assistance but notice a tattered nook on the matching recliner, its stuffing spilling out onto the trading floor."Spencer,"Abby explained, rolling her eyes. My middle fell on a vast Great Dane, napping on the storey behind the chair. He gave a slothful thump of his huge tail in answer and then rolled back on his incline to continue his nap. Then she took my hands in hers, and explained her plan. My middle went wide as she laid out the point ...

... My heart was pounding as she finished. I bit my lip, pondering this immense change to my life. Slowly I nodded in agreement. Abby flashed an eager grin."I'm so excited !"she announced."Now, I will need to jibe with Dillon to clear for sure he's ok with this too,"she explained. I waited pensively as she picked up her phone."Dillon, honey, it's me. I'm sorry to bother you at work, but can your brighten an hour from your docket and get along rest home ? Yes, yes, it's very important. No, I really can't explain it over the speech sound. I'll just have to show you, but I think you'll be thrilled ... OK, Sweets, I'll see you in half an hr. Bye !"She put away her phone."He'll be here at 9:30,"she explained."In the mean time, why don't you see if you can't make friends with Herbert Spencer over there ?"I rose and approached the monstrously muscular Great Dane. He surely weighed in at well over 200 Lebanese pound. But the big lug rolled onto his cover as I approached, his prat wagging happily.

As promised, Dillon arrived home promptly at 9:30. His wife went to greet him in the entryway, leaving me alone with Spencer. They were talking excitedly as they came into the living room."... Anyway, she followed me home. Can we keep her ? Pleeeeeeease ?"Abby joked by way of number one foundation, getting a jest from her married man. But then she took on a more serious tincture."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 theories on how to help us with Spencer's discipline issues."

I was desperate to make a commodity first gear mental picture on Dillon. I meant to compliment him on what a charming wife he had, and to spirt about his fab abode. Perhaps even say something witty. But alas, all I could deal was a series of stammering groans,"Ugh..ugh..umff."It wasn't exactly my virtually enounce moment, but in my defense, I did sustain twelve inch of Herbert Spencer's soda-can sized dog putz hammering Lucille Ball deep into my anus like a seaman mallet as I lay draped over the armrest of the recliner. Herbert Spencer chose that import to thrust deep and hard with a powerful passado, causing me to jump up on my toes. I issued a lustful squeal of joy as he embedded his cock slub and allowed the monstrous pipe organ to tumesce to obscene ratio inside the clutching grasp of my rectal orifice.

"Well,"Dillon pondered."Herbert Spencer sure seems taken with with her. That's a trade good reference."The Great Dane howled and unloaded the first of seemingly endless eruption of hot frothing dog cum into my quivering bowels as I flailed in the grips of yet another climax. As the profane scenery played out, Dillon and Abby sorted out the item.

"She'll be live-in, of course, and will own assorted duties as both your personal assistant and mine,"Abby explained."I've offered her 80,000 dollars per class to come out. I know, it seems high, but honey -- my gosh -- the young woman has gift, that you'll come to appreciate. And as you can see, she's certainly an eager beaver when it comes to throwing herself into her work."

"Sounds good to me,"Dillon agreed, apparently entirely unconcerned about the money panorama."She can give her pick 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 placement were settled. Shaking mitt to seal off the deal had to wait of course, until Herbert Spencer finished unloading a bucket of churning dog cum up my ass, and then -- finally -- wrenching his faltering cock greyback from the embracing reach of my rectal cavity.



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December 11th - Afternoon

Abby, as it turned out, was an extremely competent and high-dollar divorcement lawyer. If you have a marriage that is circling the drain, she's the form of shark you want in your corner. We discussed the inside information of how to get myself decoupled from my infelicitous family relationship with Frank. She explained how these things can embroil on for age if the competitiveness 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. weenie just needed to sign off, and we would be done.

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

Abby gave me a smile in reaction."corporate trust me,"she offered."I know how to share with the the like of him."She drove me to my sign and we picked up Shindo. former than the Akita and a few personal items, I left everything in the star sign, even tossing my car keystone on the kitchen table since the fomite was titled in hotdog's name. Then I closed the door behind me and left for the very last time.

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

Anonymous emails were sent to the"all-staff"address at Frank's work. What text and e-mail contacts I had for his friends and family were also included. Each contained just the subject melodic line ‘ wienerwurst's wife ’, and an seize picture file cabinet.

The video file was a character piece of oeuvre. Dillon had some first-class picture recording gear, and Abby seemed a natural with the photographic camera. She captured me from every slant, au naturel and enthusiastically enjoying a vigorous double-penetration from both Shindo and Spencer. Spencer lay on his backbone as I straddled him with my pussy. Shindo brought up the hindquarters -- as it were -- pounding my upturned rump with every inch of his wonderful doggie pecker. A frothy dual cream pie filling brought the video to a rousing culmination. acerate leaf to say, several hundred copies of the video served to take the steam out of wiener's lust for a scrap to retain me. I didn't even care about the personal overplus. The signed divorce composition popped into Abby's In-Box within the hour, and that, as they say, was that.

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