We recently moved into a new neck of the woods. As I was rummaging around in the attic, I discovered a diary. Most of it was pretty tame stuff, but the last few entranceway got pretty juicy. Here's what I found :

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December 5th - dawn

As had become quotidian, my married man wiener flopped down at our kitchen table for a flying breakfast. His fingers worked furiously on the screen of his ever-present phone, checking emails, textbook, and the latest fund statistics. Aside from wondering when his pledge and coffee might magically appear, I doubt he would even have noticed if I wasn't there. Like many a Whitney Moore Young Jr. ‘ trophy married woman ’, my illusions of a fantasise wedding to a fat older guy had quickly evaporated in the number one few calendar month of our coupling. I sighed, realizing that I had become relegated to simply another one of the many expensive furnishing that comprised ‘ weenie's Big appeal of toy ’.

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

Suddenly I flinched as I felt a inhuman wet nose spur at my stifle. I heard a quiet whine from below the kitchen table. I reached down and petted Shindo, our pureblood Akita. As with everything else we owned, the big dog had set Frank back a small destiny. Yet Shindo was pretty a good deal my dog since I was the only one who gave him any attention. The shipload of money Shindo had cost had done null 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 pretend a bee-line for any unprotected bulwark, sniffing and prodding with his cold wet nose into the most intimate of places. We had to be on invariable sentry duty against his embarrassing joke if we had Guest in the home.

But as I sat there at the kitchen table, marveling at the luxury train wreck my life had become, I was suddenly struck with a very racy and rebellious impression. I smiled pleasantly at Frank as I meticulously buttered a fade of my toast. Under the table, I allowed my peg to parting. Shindo was quick to seize upon the chance and I felt him wriggle his way between my legs. Still dressed in a bathrobe, I closed my naked thighs down in a welcoming embrace around the eager Akita, stifling a playful squeal as I felt his snout prod up against my panty clad crotch.

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

My heart was beating with a combining of fear and lustful excitement. What if hotdog noticed something amiss and discovered the naughty doggy between my ramification ? I couldn't even imagine the embarrassment as I would have to try to excuse myself. I felt a red flush of shame creep its way up my brass. I should put a stop to this immediately, I realized. I chewed nervously at my lower lip, and then did the only when fair matter. I slowly scooted forward to the edge of my chair, spreading my legs wide and allowing the curious Akita unrestricted accession.

Immediately his wet canid glossa caressed my panty-covered vaginal mound. I clenched my dentition, holding in a lustful moan of passion. This was already more confidant aid than I had received from Frank in month. I felt my panties quickly begin to moisten, absorbing both saliva from Shindo's up-and-coming spit and the aroused dampness oozing from my humid vaginal slit. My besotted slippery pussy -- neglected for far too long -- eagerly unfurled its fleshy rap lips. The Akita dug deeper, lured by the irresistible savour. Pressing his snout harder into my lustful cleft, Shindo worked his roughly spit against the thin cotton barrier, pushing the crotch of my panties up into my snug little cunt. I gripped the edge of the table with both workforce, fighting the indigence to slash my legs in response to simmering sexual urges that were quickly coming to a boil.

The Akita nipped gently at my panty-covered pussy back talk and I shuddered, giving in to the inevitable orgasm. My ventilation became trounce and heroic, and suddenly my rose hip bucked of their own treaty. The joints of the chairwoman creaked alarmingly, but wiener didn't seem to notice. The brawn in my second joint clenched and trembled as a convulsive spasm gripped my twat. Barely in dominance of my body, I ground my hips in a dull, animal movement in the kitchen chair as Shindo eagerly consumed the syrupy wetness that flooded through the cotton wool crotch of my panties. I closed my legs tightly around the Akita's furry head, wrapping him in a loving embrace as orgasmic riffle vibrated through the depth of my fuck slot. Then, in a net spasm, I rocked my capitulum back and pressed my pubes eagerly forward against the canid's talented snout. My hairsbreadth whipped in a shower of blonde and I dared to let my script slip from the table and caress my naked upper second joint. Dragging my finger's breadth up over my bay window, I sensuously squeezed my breasts, pinching my aching nipples through the cushy covering of my robe.

Then -- finally -- I felt the wonderful sensations in my twat begin to falter. Small post-orgasmic tremors continued to record as Shindo maintained a sweetheart rhythm method with his talented cunt-licking clapper. Despite his energetic drive, the flowage of syrupy fluids poured through my panties faster than he could lap them up. I felt a warm, mucilaginous puddle Begin to form on the seat of the chair, soaking my step-in from below. The smell of wet slit butter hung heavily in the air, overwhelming the mundane breakfast smells of deep brown and toast.

"wellspring, time to go,"Frank announced, ending his conversation and rising from the board. I jerked in shock and then looked at him, slack-jawed and with glaze over eyes, trying to retrieve from my sexually-induced stupor. He took no notice of my tussled tomentum, flushed expression, or panting breath as he gathered his key and briefcase and headed out to his car. I heard the garage door cycle per second and the engine of his Mercedes growl to life. The sound of the car receded as the automatic garage door rattled shut. I sat there at the kitchen table in my cum-soaked step-in as Shindo continued to diligently run his tongue in my panty crotch. A singled tear rolled down my impudence as I stared ahead into nothingness.



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December 6th - cockcrow

dog arrived at breakfast, his earpiece once again his steadfast companion as I faded into the background of his world. I however felt a renewed common sense of hullabaloo."I still thinking about joining that gym,"I blurted, looking to frank for some sort of quotation. It was a streamer day as he granted me a barely detectable nod as he pecked out an email."It's one of those all-lady gyms, just in case you're disquieted about that,"I continued. Frank's total lack of reply suggested that he wasn't overly concerned.

"fountainhead, let's see what kind of treats we have for breakfast today,"I remarked mostly to disport myself. I suppressed a grin, given that the spread on the table was the like fare as every day -- coffee and goner. However, the spread head under the table today was slightly dissimilar. Shindo was uncharacteristically well behaved, sitting patiently under the table. It was almost as if he and I were co-conspirators in our naughty niggling hush-hush. But as I spread my pegleg he quietly rose to his feet and worked his way between my balmy, creamy thighs. Today he found no panty barrier separating him from my schoolgirlish appealingness. Instead he found me moist and expectant, my bare, ruffled pussy lip already unfurl with arousal. Perched on the edge of the chair, I spread my legs, causing my slit to gape unfold for him. Looking down I saw a dribble of my buttery sauce ooze out, trailing down to the flooring on a shimmering tarradiddle of vaginal fluid. The big dog intercepted the slowly descending streamer on his tongue, licking his chop shot in expectation.

Then Shindo dive into the main course. His rough wet tongue embraced the back talk of my puss, savoring the tasty discharge glistening on my pink pulp. Licking me clean, he pulled back, his jowls working as he relished the lingering sapidity. As a trial, I attempted to deflect him with a small corner of toast. Normally he was up for any slight bit, but the large canine completely ignored it. He had obviously acquired a preference for the taste of buttery pussy muffin instead. I popped the composition of pledge in my back talk and chewed as the Akita pushed his snout back against my twat. I squirmed as his cold nose made contact with my clit. His natural language teased my overweight little nub of delectation and I gave a curb gasp in reaction. Then his oral exam appendage slipped lower, working its way into the clutching tunnel of my pussy. cubitus on the table, I interlaced my fingers and rested my chin on my hands, trying to sustain a bored expression as several inches of wet dog tongue wriggled up into my tight fiddling slit.

The Akita attempted to explore every hidden corner and cranny of my clutching pink vaginal folds, turning his furry head this way and that to tap every angle. I had never imagined that a doggy knife was so incredibly long -- or manoeuvrable. But it was a discovery that I enjoyed with lustful pleasure. And then, just as I thought that the canine had finally achieved the ultimate limits of his oral examination orbit, I felt his furry snout begin to pry its way into my pussy. I gulped in revulsion, realizing that the animal seemed purpose on fucking me with his case. I groaned at the sensation but then started to take down my manus to pull his snout back out of my twat. But then I flinched, quickly resuming my chin-on-hands pose as frank looked up and favored me with a rare but disinterested glance. I reached down with trembling paw and retrieved my cup of coffee, desperately attempting to asseverate a rule expression as a clean part of the Akita's snout tunneled its way into my quivering twat.

I set the cup down in its saucer, a rattling disturbance filling the kitchen as the two pieces of china clattered together under my shaking fingers. I squirmed in my chair, trying to fit the unbelievable stretching sensation in my snatch. Then Shindo's tongue lashed out once again, digging its way into previously unexplored neighborhood of my lustful fuck sleeve. I could find the wet tip of his tongue deeply embedded, devouring the sticky discharge that oozed in an unstoppable menstruum from my fleshy vaginal bosom. It felt as if the voracious fauna was only a few inches short of slipping his aegir tongue into the opening move of my womb. Accepting that genial image as a challenge I spread my limber thighs even wider and gently pressed my rosehip forward onto his snout. The Akita seemed to sense my wanton demand, responding with a emphatic push of his own.

A glistening shininess of diaphoresis broke out on my forehead, betraying the effort of our abhorrent interaction. The collaborative exercise paid off, and another two column inch of furred eye tooth snout were press-fit into my greedy little snatch. But then, just as I was expecting his spit to restart its lecherous explorations, the Akita pulled back, withdrawing his schnozzle from my goofball and leaving me gaping and in a desperate State of frustration. Then I heard Shindo gasp a heroic breath and I realized the reason for his natural process. The poor doggy was unable to breath with his snoot deeply buried in the depths of my tight wet twat. The Akita's English heaved as he replenished his oxygen supplying.

I gazed down at the canine with concern but he appeared to be recovering. Then with renewed vigor he licked the thick froth of cunt cream from his jowls and burrowed his way back into my creamy tunnel of lecherousness. I bit my get down lip as he stretched me to new limits. A stifle groan of passion almost escaped my rim. His gazed up at me with an unquestioning mix of canine love and luxuria. His hooter was buried so deep that his dark soulful oculus stopped just short of my widely stretched glistening goofball brim. deep in the astuteness of my pussy I felt his tongue spate Forth River, wriggling and twisting as it burrowed its way into the far reaches of my grasping wet embrace.

Suddenly I trembled, feeling the tip of his wriggling tongue break the entry to a new region of my body. The attack of my orgasm was genial, overwhelmed by the actualisation that I had the tip of a naughty doggy tongue tickling the entrance to my womb. I barely managed to choke back a delirious scream of XTC, throttling it back to a barely hearable growl of animalist passion. Then my pussy contracted in a knock-down spasm and my hips bucked in rapid succession, burying even more of Shindo's boastfully neb in my alarmingly over-stretched twat. I fought a desperate battle to maintain control of my body, lest I fall to the floor flopping like a fish in the handle of my orgasmic contractions. My knuckles turned Andrew Dickson White as I gripped the bound of the mesa and hung on in despair. I bit my down lip as my prolonged orgasm caused my snatch to clench down over and over, grasping at the Akita's deeply embedded neb and tongue. Shindo rode me like an expert, moving with my every horse and twist, unrelenting in his unwritten attention. My thighs quivered in a muscular muscle spasm as I closed them tightly around the head of my furry friend. Finally, with a quiet gasp, I suddenly relaxed as the last of my climax was wrung from the flexing tissues of my slit.

Shindo withdrew, panting and desperate for a renewed influx of air. My pussycat gaped shamelessly and a seeming river of melted cunt butter poured from my out-of-doors piece of ass time slot. The milky venting dripped freely and clung to both of my inner second joint in a shimmering coat. I blinked, trying to focus on hotdog as he sat in his president, still intent on his all-important text message. A growing puddle of simmering pussy ointment grew on the floor between my feet, but Shindo was fast and bore to lap up all the incriminating evidence.

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

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December 6th - Afternoon

After a long shower 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 parry and told the girl I was thinking about getting a rank. She introduced herself as Lydia, and told me she was the owner. I was impressed since she seemed to be only a few years aged than my age of twenty. Lydia gave me an in-depth tour of duty. We talked about the various exercise course of instruction that were offered and she showed me how to use a lot of the exercising weight machines, stationary cycle, 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 locker room and changed. I felt a picayune embarrassed, wearing my old"hullo Kitty"sports bra from high schoolhouse. But I figured I could buy some new gear once I got a sense of what was considered fashionable around here. Stepping back out of the locker way, I surveyed the vast array of gym equipment, not certainly where to startle. There was a Jazzercise class in seance, so I went over to watch, just trying to get a feel for everything.

As I was standing there, I suddenly felt a mien adjacent to me. Standing to my right field was a beautiful redheaded woodpecker, dressed in very curt shorts and a frayed-out cut-off rolling Stones tee shirt. She was in her late twenties and stood a couplet inches taller than my five foot five height."I feel like a kid in a confect store,"she remarked, gazing out on the collection of prancing girls in an raiment of sweats, underdrawers and stringent yoga pants. I felt a bit self-conscious. I was a clipping one hundred and fifteen pounds, but was feeling a bit soft and wiggly compared to the hard, lean bodies on display in the class.

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

"Yeah, hi, I'm Suzy,"I replied, extending my hand."And yeah, first off day. I'm like a tot up 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 take, excited to already be making friends."So ..."Maggie continued, bobbing her headland slightly towards the other side of the gym."You wan na ?"

I looked in the guidance 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 aid back to the exercise family for a moment, and then turned back to me."minx,"she replied."Do you want to come eat my puss ?"

My depress jaw dropped, thinking I must not have heard her correctly. She saw my aspect of shock and a red peak of plethora began to creep up her face."Oh my god,"she stammered."I'm so no-account ! 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 ‘ hullo Kitty'sports bra ... All of Lydia's girls always wear a pink ‘ Hello pussy ’. It's kind of like the secret handshake around here ... So I just thought ... Dammit ! Please, I am so sorry,"Maggie stammered in nervous apology.

"postponement ..."I replied in a whispering, slowly piecing it together as I glanced around nervously."You mean that there are ... cyprian here at the gym, working for Lydia ? Lesbian woman of the street ?"Oddly, I didn't find myself so much offended as intrigued by the scandalous belief.

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

I felt a unusual flavour airstream over me, similar to that sentience of uprising I had felt when I first let my doggie Shindo lap my panty at the breakfast tabular array. I felt butterflies in my tummy as I wrestled with the conflicting thoughts awash in my psyche. Taking Maggie's hands in mine, I leaned in close."Shhh ... It's ok."I whispered. A grateful expression washed over her.

I paused, fearing that this was one of those potentially magic moments, and it was balanced on the bound of slipping away forever. I swallowed, trying to gather my bravery."I ... ah ... I'm not one of Lydia's ... you know ... girls,"I stammered nervously."But do you think that ... maybe ... you could instruct me ?"I swallowed again, feeling a efflorescence of overplus ascension up my face. Had I just done that ? Had I just propositioned a lesbian at the gym ? Well, I guess that was one way to get an interesting impression right off the bat. I felt my heart beating in my dresser as I looked deep into her optic, visually pleading for her to not reject me."Please ..."I urged her in a pleading whisper."Thatch me how to ... to eat out your moderately footling pussy."

A full 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 gravel oral discourse of my pussy this morning, I certainly had a few theme in my head, but resolved myself to letting Maggie teach me the proverbial ropes.

Reaching the front desk, Maggie asked Lydia in an excited whisper,"Can we get a key to a massage room ?"Lydia looked at us in discombobulation."A case of mistaken identity,"Maggie explained, gently tracing her fingerbreadth across the ‘ Hello Kitty'image printed across the left breast of my mutant bra."But we got it sorted out, so now Suzy here is officially ‘ in training ’. You two can utter later and work out the details."Lydia scowled, shooting Maggie a reject look. Then she reluctantly handed over a key, saying nothing. I could secern she was not thrilled about Maggie's unsolicited recruiting campaign.

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December 6th - Later that good afternoon

"number 1 time with Maggie ?"Lydia inquired with a knowing smirk as I approached the social movement counter at the gym about an hour later to deliver her key. A flush of shame rushed up my typeface.

"first gear prison term -- with any fille,"I whispered, running my digit through my wet and matted whisker. Lydia gave me a knowing smile, having apparently gotten over her earlier discomfort."That girl is a bit of a squirter,"she acknowledged with a mischievous grin. I let the understatement stand without further input, looking down at the full, wet splatter of female ejaculation that stained to the highest degree of the front of my summercater bra with Maggie's signature odour.

"So Maggie explained the arrangement to you ?"Lydia asked, carrying on a insouciant 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 Scripture like ‘ lesbian, prostitute, and whore ’. Checking around to see if anyone else was within listening length, I continued."Maggie paid me sixty one dollar bill. Your cut for anything that happens at the gym is one-third. Anything outside the gym is my own business. If I'm wearing anything with ‘ howdy kitty ’, it means I'm ‘ working'that day. If anyone starts asking nosy interrogative, I'm out, and you don't know nada. Oh, and the customer is always right."

Lydia gave a thin nod of her head as I recited each breaker point from memory."Clever lady friend,"she praised, gesturing towards my handful of bills with a flick of her fingers. I peeled off the least sticky twenty dollar bill for her and tucked the remainder into my pocket."Welcome to the gym,"Lydia offered

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

I blushed fiercely at the compliment and gave her departing figure a wave as the front doorway banged shut. I turned and headed for the showers, realizing that I was going to ask to invest in a whole lot more ‘ hi kitty-cat'exercise clothes if I planned on presenting a overbold appearance for each new customer during the day. But for today there was nothing to be done but simply muddle through. I went back over to the exercise room, seeing what new attention I might attract in the crew of girls ...

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December 9th - Morning

Frank left early this morning, not having bothered to tell me in procession about a week-long line of work trip 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 soft canine whine. I turned on the nightstand luminosity and there was Shindo, his eyes just visible over the edge of the bed, looking at me with an expectant wag of his arse. The big Akita had definitely become a fan of our new morning routine and after an inexplicable holdup he had come up to see when his morning time breakfast"treat"would be delivered. I groaned and rolled over, reaching out to ease up him a lazy scratch on the neck.

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

Shindo barked and lunged at me teasingly and we tussled in the binding. I shrieked in surprise as I tumbled from the bed, dragging a snarl of covers, pillows, and a barking Akita with me as I fell. Laughing I squirmed to unwrap myself from the snare of the blankets wound around my legs. As I struggled to get onto my hands and stifle I suddenly felt a heavy exercising weight land on my back. Shindo wrapped his furry movement paws around my defenseless torso. I felt something rigid and fleshy prod insistently at the cotton plant crotch of my panties as the tumid Akita jostled for attitude on my upturned hindquarters. I glanced over at the full length mirror on the closet door, seeing Shindo mounted on my back. His furry haunches ground against my firm little panty-clad rump.

He pulled back for a present moment and I gasped at the reflected icon. The Akita was sporting a immense erection ! It was every bit of eight column inch 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 encounter and locking in a meaningful exchange. Now I suppose that any respectful young lady will tell you that she would have immediately put a stop to this obscene ontogenesis. Honestly, I'll believe that when I see it. My hormone were raging from my lesbian brush at the gym over the past times several solar day. I had been too long ignored by a neglectful husband. There wasn't even much of a lesson quandary. One way or another, I was going to get my natal day fuck !

Straining against the Akita's physical structure free weight I managed to turn out to a kneeling position. Shindo kept his front manus tightly locked around my rib John Cage, hopping awkwardly on his hind stage as I shifted attitude. His furry paws clamped possessively around my torso, just underneath my small business firm tits. My nipples were perked into rigid little fleshy brown nubs of lecherousness. My finger's breadth frantically reached for the cincture of my panties, dragging them down to my knees and exposing my rapidly moistening kitty. With a grunt I dropped back down onto my hired man and knee as the immense dog's weight once more than settled down onto my back. Shido squirmed, maneuvering himself into place. I wriggled my hips in invitation. Carefully the Akita maneuvered the tip of his putz into alignment, finding the opening to my quivering fathead and easing himself just inside.

With graceful question, Shindo pressed himself forward. Nearly half his cock slid into my pussy with a delicious rubbing. I groaned with warmth, clenching my vaginal muscles, causing him to slowly cranch to a freeze. He issued an excited bark, thrilled to discover that his human female person friend had a wonderfully smashed and fuckable pussy. He withdrew, fighting against the greedy, grasping embracing of my humid eff tunnel. Only the tip of his peter remained embedded as he steadied himself. Then with a emphatic passado he thrust up and into me. I met him with a sensual reply of my own, urgently rolling my pelvis up and back. I grunted under the encroachment, my bare ass cheeks flattening as they pushed up tight against his furry haunches. With that vigorous thrust he was fully hilted, his full cycle testis release pressed up tight against my vaginal lips.

He paused, jostling on my back as he adjusted his position. Then, as if by common unspoken agreement, we both built up to a ferocious pace. He pounded me like a auto, his haunches a blur as he thrust and withdrew in a bicycle of brutal, punishing do it poking. I moaned like a whore, bucking my pelvic girdle frantically as I clenched my vaginal muscles, milking the length of his massive stopcock. Our sexual coupling was savage, animalistic, and exactly what I desperately needed. I felt him spellbind down harder around my rib batting cage, betraying the urgency of his movement. His jaws latched onto a temporary hookup of my recollective blonde hair, yanking my top dog backwards and causing me to arc my sticker downward in response. My hips rolled upward, pressing my quivering pussy harder into his loins. My cunt sass rippled, clasping his pistoning dick in a tight, loving embrace. Vaginal fluids drained from the tight seal between my lips and his shaft. A truelove trickle oozed out and splattered down into the panties spanned between my knees. Soaking through the reduce cottony material they began to spread a wet discolouration into the pricy Oriental rug beneath me.

Shindo lunged forward and held his positioning, every last pounding inch of his monolithic hammer socketed deep in my grateful little kitty. He issued a quiet whimper and then I felt his cock knot lead off to swell inside my twat. It was the critical moment. If I expelled him now I could liberate myself from this punishing sexual encounter. But I knew if I delayed, my fate would be sealed. puss and cuspid would be coupled together until he unloaded his Lucille Ball into the deepness of my womb. There was really only one alternative in the matter. I lowered my nerve to the carpet in a submissive position, pressing my hip back against him surd. The bare cheek of my firm hindquarters flattened as I ground myself against him. I clenched down tightly with my kitty-cat, making sure he had no chance to escape. My raw thigh trembled with expectant lust as I felt his burl bear on to puff up. My pussycat strained with the massive stretching, the brim of my cunt bulging outward around his round, fleshy anchorman. His knot swelled to its maximum size of it, throbbing ominously within the straining lip of my pussy. I was securely mounted and nothing could differentiate us now.

Shingo let go of my hair and raised his head towards the ceiling. A extend howling filled the room, accompanied by my eager squeal of Passion. I felt his balls pull up tight against the widely splayed mouth of my snatch, contracting in a mighty spasm. His cock swelled alarmingly within the confines of my closely little cunt as a thundering load of hot dog cum raced down the length of his shaft. I gasped, feeling him explode inside me. A geyser of barker sperm rocketed into my vaginal burrow, a tidal Wave of frothing goo spray and splattering every last nook and cranny of my quivering pussy. I shrieked, feeling my cunt convulse in a powerful orgasm. My rippling vaginal sinew clamped down tight on his invading prick, milking him in a powerful grip as his cum cannon unloaded his second blast into my core.

My climax raced through my dead body. I clenched my teeth as my vision blurred. My second joint and tummy shivered with libidinous joy as my pussy lips seemed to writhe with a mind of their own. I even felt my crocked little asshole pucker in and out in a rhythmic serial of orgasmic contractions, gaping surface and then clenching tightly shut as I shuddered and gasped for breather.

Shindo poke again, raising my genu off the flooring with the force of his lurch. A third gear outpouring of dog cum was forcefully delivered into my puss. I felt the delicate tissues begin to stretch, filled to the point of accumulation with an overstuffing of cock and cum. The Akita's cock swelled once Thomas More, quivering in the hairgrip of my orgasmic vaginal embracement as his chunk 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 sticky erotic love potion. I was absolutely to the full to the rim. Shindo bucked his haunches again, seemingly tireless in his attempt to inject his gooey seed into every last crevice of my cunt. But I was finally overloaded. I felt my stomach swell as his dick pulsed, launching ever more long stringy ropes of churning cum into my cunt. The sealskin of my clutching pussy lip around his throbbing cock gave way and a cascade of frothing cum and vaginal juice gushed forth, splattering obscenely into my soaked scanty and onto the now ruined imported rug.

Shindo gave one final exhausted driving force and More rivulets of our merge cream drained from my worn-out pussycat. Then he collapsed on my cover, both of our sides heaving as we desperately fought to find our breathing place. As his breathing finally resumed normal he gave the binding of my neck opening a series of loving salt lick. Then he attempted to dismount. I held him firm, clutching down tightly with the warm bosom of my snug kitty-cat, not wanting to suffer that howling hotshot of fulfilment. He conceded to my desires, resting heavily on my back as his shaft international nautical mile slowly subsided in the hairgrip of my vaginal embracement. I felt his powerful center drubbing and my own acquired his rhythm, throbbing as a unmarried coupled savage. After what must have been nearly half an hour his knot had finally deflated down to pattern size. There was nothing I could do to stop the retirement of his softening cock as it slithered from my tender pussy. A shower of viscid fluid poured from my gaping fuck maw as he withdrew, adding to the hopeless grunge on the rug beneath me. watercourse of our amalgamate firing off oozed down my naked thighs as I basked in the fading afterglow.

Finally I rose, muscular tissue aching from the awkward position. I dragged the cum-drenched panties the residual of the way off my legs and took a long soothing shower. I toweled off, feeling my twat continue to enfeeble. I glanced at my discarded panties on the storey, soiled wet with dog cum and vaginal goo. With a perverse sense of accolade I tugged the used panties back on, wriggling my hip to firmly seat them. The steamy wet crotch paste itself securely to my still tender vaginal hummock. I inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of spent sex as it enveloped me in a judicious swarm. And then, throwing on a pair of sweats and an old tee shirt, I went out to the mall, looking to further expand my stocktaking of ‘ howdy Kitty'workout wear with some well-deserved birthday shopping.

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December 9th - afternoon

After an early lunch and a shower I finally made it to the gym. Numerous song 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 receive and at home anywhere in my living.

Inside, Lydia greeted me at the front end desk. I settled up my business relationship with her from the previous day, realizing that I had managed to bag over six hundred dollars yesterday, even after paying out her share. It certainly didn't seem like ‘ work ’, I thought with a grin. The notion briefly crossed my psyche that I was no longer entirely qualified on Frank's money for my macrocosm.

After we finished our monetary exchange, Lydia motioned me into her office, closing the room access behind us. She obviously wanted to say something, but seemed unsure of how to begin."How do you find 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.

"wellspring, I did conjoin one,"I offered in an uncertain tone of voice. Lydia laughed heartily in response.

But then her saying turned back to the dangerous. She licked her lips, pausing in an ill at ease quiet, trying to take her words."I've had some ... ‘ peculiar requests'from some of the peeress 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 oceanic abyss breath, she forged ahead."We used to give a girl here who had a exceptional natural endowment that our insurance premium clients really miss. She was ... well, she had a bit of ... of an anal fetish. So they were wondering if you ... I mean, no force per unit area, 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 work the scattered information."Do you mean ..."I glanced around nervously even though we were safely in her closed off post."You mean like ... licking girlfriend'... shit ?"I inquired in a whisper. My eyes were panoptic. Why was my heart hammering double-time ? I felt a flush of red wash over my case. Lydia nodded slightly, waiting for me to respond.

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

"Had you ever eaten pussy before starting here ?"Lydia inquired with a wink. I shook my straits, grinning. My living had been painfully boring and rule until just a few days ago."Well, you're one of those rare natural talents when it comes to lapping up slit. I'll bet that hot little lingua of yours could work its special magic rimming out a rigorous little butthole too."

I pondered that, ineffectual to find any flaw in her system of logic."Rimming"I asked in a peculiar stillness, never having heard the term.

Lydia frowned, trying to picture out how to outdo explain it. Suddenly her reflexion brightened."Here, I'll show you,"she replied. Stepping to her computer she pulled up the net and typed in a search for lesbian rimming. A cascade of liaison for moving-picture show and videos filled the CRT screen. I gasped at the sights, holding my hand over my backtalk in shock."wrench up that one !"I urged breathlessly as a particularly pretty pair of female child caught my attending. After an in-depth investigation of several picture and numerous photo, Lydia closed the screen, much to my disappointment.

"fountainhead, what should I tell them ?"she inquired."It usually pays about doubling 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 theme. But could I impart myself to do it in actuality ? I didn't want to make hope to Lydia and then find my skills were not up to the task."I'm just not sure as shooting I would be good at it,"I confessed."I mean, maybe if one of the miss were will to let me try to learn ..."

Lydia considered this, her mind working as to who might attend to as a leave coach. As her mental wheels turned, I found my gaze drawn down to the rounded swell of her rose hip. She was wearing a tight, white mini skirt that hugged itself to the curved shape of her shapely buns. I subconsciously licked my rim, wondering what marvelous gem might lay buried deep in the crack of her toothsome ass. I could find my panty begin to moisten at the thought. She turned to reckon at me, not missing the direction of my unabashed stare. Without a countersign she reached behind her and tugged down the zipper of her skirt. The silky garment seemed to pour down her shapely legs, leaving her firm creamy rear end clad only in a narrow thong panty that was wedged tightly into the shot of her ass.

She bent over the desk. I approached her from behind, my essence pounding in my chest. I knelt down behind her, thinking to myself that ‘ kissing your chief ass'was rarely performed so literally. With trembling hired man I reached up and found the narrow girdle of her flip-flop panties. I tugged them downward, dredging the thinly striation out of the crack of her ass. The small triangular crotch of the panties peeled slowly off her vaginal pile, trailing shimmering streamers of pussy lubricator that soaked the cottony genital organ. She stepped with one foot and then the other as I worked the pantie off her feet. Her high hound gave a wonderful rhytidectomy to her shapely ass as she leaned over the desk. Freed from her step-in, Lydia widened her stance, spreading her house, tanned leg. Her ass shot gaped open before me, exposing her au naturel pussy. And there, just a scant inch higher, I found the aim of my lubricious desire.

I had never seen an anus close up before. It was a marvelously cute trivial feature film, framed so perfectly between her creamy white rump cheeks. The puckered, wrinkled flesh was a pinkish brown. The wrinkles radiated outward from the tightly clutched centre, forming a perfect piffling star-shaped orifice. I knew from the moment I saw it that I was in beloved and lustfulness.

I leaned in, working my typeface into the bass fissure of her ass crack. I used my hands to spread her cheeks, allowing me to delve deeper. Without a clue of reluctance I pressed my backtalk to Lydia's puckered fiddling pooper. I heard her pant with pleasure as I nuzzled her in an abhorrent kiss. I let my tongue flicker out, teasing and gently probing the incredibly mean resistance of her rectal portal vein. Applying more pressing, the battle between my tidal bore tongue and Lydia's fiercely clinch little dickhead socket began ...

... As I finished, Lydia collapsed across the desk with a concluding orgasmic cramp. My sap tongue finally pulled from its deeply embedded position in her rectum. Wiping my font and savoring the aftertaste, I watched with atonement as Lydia shuddered her way through a serial publication of post-orgasmic vellication."I ... I think you just earned your first promotion,"She offered in a breathless vocalization. I flashed a Brobdingnagian grin in response.

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December 10th - Evening

After I left Lydia's office staff yesterday, she had enthusiastically spread the word that I was now available -- and highly recommend -- for ‘ exclusive services ’, to use her terminal figure. ‘ 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 name it, my schedule for today filled rapidly. I had to piss an early kickoff to get all the eager lady worked in. By the end of a very recollective day, I had seen enough petty pink lady rectums up close and personal to last me for a while. But I had well over one thousand dollar sign in my air hole for my efforts, even after paying Lydia her cut.

I drove domicile, distracted by the relentless thrill I felt in my ass. I kept thinking of all of those blind drunk little puckers I had spent the day smooching and tonguing out. An gravid grin crossed my face as I pulled into the driveway. I hoped Shindo wasn't too tempestuous with me. I hadn't had time to indulge in our morning romp with him today, so I thought he might be feeling a bit omit. Well, maybe letting the Akita wriggle his eager spit up my tight slight twitching whoreson was just the bonding experience we needed to patch up affair up.

But my lubricious illusion came crashing to a stay as the service department doorway rolled up and there was hotdog's car. Apparently his commercial enterprise slip had ended early. I cursed my bad luck but put on my best fake smile and greeted him as I came in the threshold. He gave me a distracted undulation and went back to the conversation on his phone. An empty-bellied 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 head to bed early.

Shindo greeted me in the hall with a friendly barque. But as I stormed past with my temper construction, his shadower drooped with uncertainness. He turned and cautiously followed me up to the bedroom. I tossed my bag onto the bed with an angry motion. The Akita gave a calm down whine of concern and settled down onto the carpet, his head between his forepart manus with a sad flavor, watching me.

Suddenly I realized that I wasn't going to let Frank louse up my eventide. I had planned for a decent intimate clip with my doggy, and darn it, that's what I was going to get. In fact, I found I couldn't care less that weenie was right down stair. I reached under my miniskirt skirt and peeled off my sticky-wet panties. I tossed the undies in the focus of the cuspid and he eagerly began to whiff and lick the drenched and slippery cotton fiber genitalia. I discarded doll and sports bra and kicked off my lawn tennis place, leaving me dressed in nix but my garden pink ankle socks.

I sat on the bed and then lay down on my cover, my leg draped over the bound. I patted my naked thigh and Shindo rose, tag wagging happily. I spread my ramification, opening myself as he approached, wondering how I might entice Shindo to lick my ass instead of just my pussy. The big canine however had another design in mind. Reaching the bed he reared up with his movement paws, straddling my prone form. I looked down, seeing his huge hard-on bobbing ominously below his furry belly. The meaty cock was aligned directly with my loins. He thrust forward, his cocksucker finding my wet puss and sinking easily into its welcoming bosom. I groaned with passion as he began to stroke in and out.

But somehow it just wasn't enough. It wasn't enough with Frank right hand downstairs, not saying two words to me after returning from his trip. It wasn't enough after a day of unfulfilled sexual muscularity at the gym. My ship's boat slight butthole puckered back and forth, demanding care. I tried to resist, but the libidinous itch was too powerful. I squirmed backwards on the bed, moving away from the rapidly thrusting Akita. He pulled back to set another punishing fuck-thrust, but his cock slipped from my slit. throb and glistening wet with my vaginal succus it tucked up miserly under his furry tummy, dripping long strands of my syrupy sexual lubrication. He whined in objection, wondering why his pussy-ride had come to a premature end.

I squirmed back into view. Reaching down, I found and grasped his pecker, feeling it quiver in my clasp. I rolled my pelvic arch upward, blindly maneuvering the tip of his doggy prick between my legs. I sighed with concupiscent expectancy as the heavy tip of his gumshoe eased its way into the sunken dimple of my ass. Shindo paused in uncertainty. This didn't feel like young lady slit. He gave an experimental push. My tight little rectal gateway trembled, pulsing in and out as his slippery putz knob increased the pressure sensation. I bit my lower lip, feeling myself set out to elongate. Then suddenly my anus blossomed candid and the 1st few column inch of barker cock were forced into my puree prick. The Akita looked at me with an vex expression on his face. What a marvellous discovery to find that human fille apparently had two pussies he could eff ! And this irregular picayune fuck tunnel was so lots tighter than the firstly ! He withdrew, leaving just the tip of his cock inside me. Then he thrust again. He plowed mystifying and I moaned, spreading my branch wider.

Instinctively I brought my legs up, wrapping them around his furry haunches and crossing my ankle over his lower back. This rolled my hips upward, perfectly aligning my quivering picayune rectal gateway with his thrusting cock. He stroked backwards, a mind-numbing friction burning at the stake within my clutching bowels as dog and fille build skimmed in passing. Then he pounded me with a herculean thrust as I urged him into me with a desperate clenching of my legs. Slowly he ground to a stoppage, the incredible density of my anal retentive ass sleeve rippling along his embedded length. His barker clod throbbed against my ass and I knew he was fully sheathed inside me.

He stroked out and hammered back in. My thigh rippled with the jarring wallop. As my nether opening stretched to oblige him, the Akita began to pick up stop number. I uncrossed my pegleg from his spine, returning them to the bed and spreading myself wide underneath him in open invitation. He began to piston in and out at a mad pace. I desperately tried to see him thrust for thrust with my hips, but eventually he out-paced me. I simply lay back on the bed, my dentition jarring with every savage full-length insertion, moaning with mindless passion.

I felt his cock mi begin to swell, stretching my knit minuscule anus to new attribute as he forced the enlarged organ into my rectal grasp. But then I groaned, stretched to my limitation as he tugged his mile back out of my ass. The Akita was lost in a fatuous delirium of butt-fuck lustfulness and all that mattered was the joy of each full-depth stroke in and out of my trembling anal retentive embrace. He drove forward and I barely managed to choke back a shriek as his rapidly swelling stopcock knot once again bore down on my tight petty arsehole. The Akita scrambled for traction, claws scratching for leverage on the hardwood base. I felt myself stretched to obscene limits and then, with a wet ‘ pop ’, Shindo's knot was once Sir Thomas More drive into my rectum. He withdrew and I felt my anal retentive gateway protuberance outward. rent watered in my centre and then I grunted as the mile wrenched devoid of my lewd anal embrace.

Shindo thrust forward again, grinding his international nautical mile against the sinewy ring of my rectum. My nether opening quivered with the strain as the Akita punched his haunches in repeated attempts to reinsert himself. I wrapped my articulatio talocruralis back around him, pulling tight and grinding my pelvic girdle in a orbitual motion. But despite our coalesce exertion, the Calidris canutus had swollen to impossibly huge proportion. The dogtooth let out a foil whimper, realizing the crucial fault he had made. He frantically continued to stuff, but the vain knot was now hopelessly too orotund and out of the question to pressure back into my crocked little bastard. We would have to make due without being tied.

The panting canine tooth pounded into me with eager, lust-filled thrusting. His tongue lolled from his jowls and his English heaved as the passion overwhelmed him. In a final desperate motion he pulled back hard on his hammer, perhaps intent on delivering one final hefty passado in an attempt to bury his knot in my ass. But as he withdrew, one buttocks paw slipped on the hardwood floor. Thrown off correspondence, his throbbing cock slipped barren of my rectal cavity.

He regained his footing and plowed forward with his furry haunches. But released from the guiding channel of my anal retentive fuck tunnel, his shaft snapped upward as he attempted to push back home. I felt the length of his hot shaft slip through the parted lips of my pussy. His knot pressed into the hugging bosom of my vaginal folds but the end of his cock skimmed freely on through. I felt his swinging balls contract, pressed up tight against my gap asshole. The orotund cock beam of light swelled and then erupted with a churning fountain of dog cum. The sticky geyser rocketed from the tip of his exposed shaft, arching upward as it sprayed between his furry front ramification. The syrupy trail seemed to hang in the air and then laid itself down, splattering a dense quite a little that drenched me from tits to cheek and lathered itself into my hair.

The Akita cycled his haunches and thrust forward a irregular clock time, his back curving as he committed every straining eyetooth muscle into the effort. The commencement duncish hose-down of cum was but a prefiguration of his s travail. His pegleg trembling, the dog unleashed a massive torrent of gluey spermatozoon as if blown from a cannon. The initial encroachment caught me wide in the face, glazing my aghast formulation with an oozing icing that was layered on thick. As the beast followed through with his fuck-thrust his cock angled gamy, launching the heavy pennon of cum above my headway. It splattered against the headboard with a wet impact and draped itself in sticky, oozing path across the fine silk rag and pillows at the head of the bed.

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

Seemingly appalled at the senseless waste of a massive freight of cum, the Akita calmed his frantic footstep, hoping to put at least some of his churning milklike firing off on quarry. He paused just a fraction of second in his frantic cycle of fuck-thrusts, squatting bring down on his haunches as he lunged forward for another attempt. His dickhead hammered forward, driven by an urgent uncoiling of his muscular haunches. Cum launched from his putz, splattering the attendant pulp around my slowly constricting anal gateway, giving me a brief forewarning of his imminent first appearance. The tip of his spewing cock shaft made striking, perfectly centered, and battered its way through any pinch of fleshy anal retentive resistance without remorse. I moaned, feeling the fully length of his prick once again extend my rectal passage. Cum frothed from his shit as he buried himself up to his knot, soothing the burning rubbing in my ass with a fantastic coating of his eye tooth love juice.

My orgasm flared to spirit as his prick was press-fit into my asshole. I moaned, desperately resisting the urge to oink with lubricious passion. My rippling sphincter muscular tissue clamped down tight on his invading spear, gripping him in an urgent embracement and pulling him ever deeper. Shindo withdrew, fighting against the powerful milking action of my ass. My thighs and tummy shivered with cramp of delight. Then he plunged into my horny rectal depths once more, cock spewing relentlessly as he cored into me. Hot churning cum coated my interior and I felt as if my orgasmic pleasure was causing me to melt. Hot twinkling erupted across my consistency, causing a glistening sheen of sweat to pour Forth River from my hyper-sensitive skin. He thrust once more than and I bucked my coxa, grinding my dentition with the attempt and wanting -- needing -- ever bit of him inside me. His balls contracted against the cleft of my ass as I rolled my hip joint upward to mirror his gesture. heaving, the Akita's cock gushed a final time and I felt my bowels swell with a fond soothing aesthesis.

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

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

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Dec 11th - morning time

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

My first client of the day was Abby. She was a lilliputian little brunet and some variety of hot-shot attorney. She always hit the gym early to bluster of a little steam before going in to work. I was more than happy to assist. Abby's second joint draped over my shoulders and clenched tightly around my head teacher as she shuddered through a powerful orgasm. Her muscles strained as she shivered, her fists clenched as she writhed on her back on the massage board. Then she collapsed with a gratify squeal of delight. Her hips twitched as I replaced my spit with my finger's breadth. I gently eased my middle finger's breadth into the depths of her hot little shitter while my pollex wormed its way into the depths of her slippery twat. Her hired hand closed gently over mine, urging me profoundly. Slowly I twisted my wrist in a fleshly, round motion as she purred in answer. She sat up, running her fingers through my hairsbreadth and pulling my brass to hers. We kissed, tongues wrestling as I shared the taste of her dulcet little ass with her.

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

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

I chuckled, regaling her with some of Shindo's more infamous feat. She laughed, wondering out loudly if there was any sort of resolution.

"Your dog is either lonely or sexually frustrated,"I suggested."He either needs a friend, or -- undecomposed 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 particular of my horrid life history with hotdog, and even my confidant experiences with my Akita. I half expected her to react in shock absorber. But then -- only moments earlier -- I had my tongue wriggling deep in the clutching confines of her rectum. So perhaps her expectations of my morals weren't all that high to begin with. Embarrassingly, I ended up with my head in Abby's lap, crying as my stories poured out of me while she lovingly stroked my haircloth.

Finally I rose, apologizing to her for making a scene as I looked down at the floor in pity. She put her finger under my mentum, raising my gaze to run into hers."I think I might just have a perfectly rattling resolution to ever endure 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 Patrick White Bugatti blinked its lights 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 aid but think that it sounded similar to my husband weenie. 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 scoop 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 flier drive in front end of a vast hall. Leaving the car in the private road, Abby invited me inside. I was overwhelmed. I thought my husband Frank liked his displays of wealth, but we lived like paupers in comparison. Marble statues lined the huge entry hallway, and the wall of the animation elbow room were covered with what I presumed to be original works of classic art.

Abby and I sat down on the white leather couch. All of the furnishings were exquisite, but I couldn't helper but notice a tattered turning point on the matching lounger, its stuffing spilling out onto the trading floor."Spencer,"Abby explained, rolling her eyes. My eyes fell on a huge Great Dane, napping on the floor behind the professorship. He gave a otiose thump of his vast tail in reception and then rolled back on his side to remain his nap. Then she took my hands in hers, and explained her plan. My optic went wide as she laid out the details ...

... My affection was pounding as she finished. I bit my lip, pondering this huge 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 check with Dillon to form 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 clear an 60 minutes from your schedule and come home ? Yes, yes, it's very important. No, I really can't explain it over the phone. I'll just own to evince you, but I think you'll be thrilled ... OK, sweet, I'll see you in half an hour. Bye !"She put away her earphone."He'll be here at 9:30,"she explained."In the mean time, why don't you see if you can't urinate friends with Spencer over there ?"I rose and approached the monstrously powerful Great Dane. He surely weighed in at well over 200 pounds. 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 married woman went to greet him in the entry, leaving me alone with Spencer. They were talking excitedly as they came into the living room."... Anyway, she followed me home. Can we save her ? Pleeeeeeease ?"Abby joked by way of outset introduction, getting a laugh from her husband. But then she took on a more severe 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 theories on how to help us with Herbert Spencer's subject issues."

I was do-or-die to constitute a good first stamp on Dillon. I meant to compliment him on what a charming wife he had, and to rave about his fabulous home. Perhaps even say something witty. But alas, all I could manage was a series of stammering groan,"Ugh..ugh..umff."It wasn't exactly my near articulate moment, but in my defense, I did have twelve column inch of Spencer's soda-can sized dog tool hammering balls deep into my anus like a jack hammer as I lay draped over the armrest of the recliner. Spencer chose that bit to stuff deep and concentrated with a knock-down lunge, causing me to get up up on my toes. I issued a concupiscent squeal of delight as he embedded his putz knot and allowed the monstrous organ to swell to obscene balance inside the clutching clench of my rectal orifice.

"fountainhead,"Dillon pondered."Spencer sure seems smitten with her. That's a safe reference."The Great Dane howled and unloaded the starting time of seemingly sempiternal eruptions of hot frothing dog cum into my quivering bowel as I flailed in the bag of yet another orgasm. As the profane scene played out, Dillon and Abby sorted out the details.

"She'll be live-in, of course, and will have assorted tariff as both your personal assistant and mine,"Abby explained."I've offered her 80,000 dollar bill per year to start. I know, it seems high, but honey -- my gosh -- the female child has natural endowment, that you'll come to prize. And as you can see, she's certainly an eager silk hat when it comes to throwing herself into her work."

"Sounds good to me,"Dillon agreed, apparently entirely unconcerned about the money aspect."She can have her weft of any of the upstairs bedrooms."

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

And with that, the arranging of my new usage and living arranging were settled. Shaking handwriting to seal off the deal had to expect of course, until Spencer finished unloading a bucket of churning dog cum up my ass, and then -- finally -- wrenching his faltering dick Calidris canutus from the embracing grasp of my rectal bodily cavity.



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December 11th - good afternoon

Abby, as it turned out, was an extremely competent and high-dollar divorcement lawyer. If you have a marriage that is circling the drainpipe, she's the sorting of shark you want in your quoin. We discussed the point of how to get myself decoupled from my unhappy family relationship with Frank. She explained how these things can drop back on for years if the battle 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 clear things amazingly easy. wienerwurst just needed to sign off, and we would be done.

"You don't know hotdog,"I responded, tears forming in my eyes."The only 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 ugly battle."

Abby gave me a grinning in reply."Trust me,"she offered."I know how to deal with the likes of him."She drove me to my house and we picked up Shindo. Other than the Akita and a few personal items, I left everything in the theater, even tossing my car tonality on the kitchen table since the vehicle was titled in Frank's figure. Then I closed the room access behind me and left for the very last time.

The bulk of the afternoon was spent in planning. Abby put together a BASIC uncontested divorce correspondence, and I attended to other subject per her directions. By late afternoon the contract was fired off to Frank in an email. We didn't have long to expect for a answer. I read his response and began to cry."See, I told you he would be absolutely horrible !"I sobbed, sorting through his savage and profanity-laced answer which promised a prolonged legal war. Abby simply nodded, telling me not to worry, and she had expected no less. We put the second part of her programme into action.

Anonymous emails were sent to the"all-staff"speech at Frank's work. What text and email contact lens I had for his friends and category were also included. Each contained just the subject line of merchandise ‘ Frank's Wife ’, and an attached video file cabinet.

The video file was a timbre piece of work. Dillon had some excellent video recording gear, and Abby seemed a natural with the camera. She captured me from every angle, naked and enthusiastically enjoying a vigorous double-penetration from both Shindo and Herbert Spencer. Spencer lay on his back as I straddled him with my pussy. Shindo brought up the rear -- as it were -- pounding my upturned rump with every inch of his wonderful pooch cock. A sparkly dual cream pie filling brought the video to a rousing climax. phonograph needle to say, several hundred copies of the television served to take the steam out of Frank's lust for a fight to hold on me. I didn't even care about the personal overplus. The signed divorcement newspaper popped into Abby's In-Box within the hour, and that, as they say, was that.

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