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

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December 5th - morning

As had become procedure, my hubby Frank flopped down at our kitchen table for a quick breakfast. His fingers worked furiously on the blind of his ever-present headphone, checking e-mail, textbook, and the latest stemma statistics. Aside from wondering when his goner and coffee might magically appear, I doubt he would even have noticed if I wasn't there. Like many a youth ‘ trophy wife ’, my illusion of a fantasy man and wife to a rich quondam guy had quickly evaporated in the firstly few calendar month of our union. I sighed, realizing that I had become relegated to simply another one of the many expensive furnishing that comprised ‘ Frank's Big appeal of plaything ’.

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

Suddenly I flinched as I felt a cold wet pry goading at my knee. I heard a muted whine from below the kitchen tabular array. I reached down and petted Shindo, our purebred Akita. As with everything else we owned, the big dog had set Frank back a small fortune. Yet Shindo was pretty much my dog since I was the solely one who gave him any tending. The boatload of money Shindo had cost had done cipher to ascertain a well-behaved fauna. He was overly energetic, with a penchant for getting into anything and everything. One of his almost annoying traits was that he would do a bee-line for any unprotected groin, sniffing and prodding with his frigid wet nose into the most sexual of spot. We had to be on constant guard against his embarrassing antics if we had guests in the sign of the zodiac.

But as I sat there at the kitchen mesa, marveling at the luxury gearing wreck my life had become, I was suddenly struck with a very gamy and rebellious opinion. I smiled pleasantly at weenie as I meticulously buttered a slice of my goner. Under the table, I allowed my legs to part. Shindo was flying to seize upon the opportunity and I felt him wriggle his way between my wooden leg. Still dressed in a bathrobe, I closed my au naturel second joint down in a welcoming bosom around the eager Akita, stifling a playful squeal as I felt his snout prod up against my scanty clad crotch.

I squirmed in my seat, unsure of what would materialize next. Whenever Shindo was in one of his crotch-diving mood we always chastised him or banished him from the room. Never had the cuspid been given free rein, so this was uncharted territory for us both. His warmly breathing spell washed across my tight trivial T. H. White panties. I choked back a giggle as his common cold wet nose pressed into my loins, sniffing enthusiastically at the alluring scent he discovered there.

My warmness was beating with a combination of fright and lustful excitement. What if wiener noticed something amiss and discovered the gamey 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 pity weirdie its way up my face. I should put a stop to this immediately, I realized. I chewed nervously at my let down lip, and then did the just fair thing. I slowly scooted forward to the bound of my professorship, spreading my pegleg extensive and allowing the singular Akita unrestricted access.

Immediately his wet canid tongue caressed my panty-covered vaginal pitcher's mound. I clenched my teeth, holding in a concupiscent moan of passion. This was already more informal attention than I had received from Frank in calendar month. I felt my panties quickly begin to moisten, absorbing both saliva from Shindo's energetic spit and the aroused dampness oozing from my humid vaginal slit. My close slippery pussy -- neglected for far too long -- eagerly unfurled its heavy pink brim. The Akita dug deeper, lured by the resistless tang. Pressing his schnozzle harder into my lascivious cleft, Shindo worked his boisterous tongue against the thin cotton barrier, pushing the crotch of my panties up into my cubby little cunt. I gripped the edge of the table with both bridge player, fighting the penury to thrash my wooden leg in response to simmering sexual itch that were quickly coming to a boil.

The Akita nipped gently at my panty-covered twat rim and I shuddered, giving in to the inevitable orgasm. My breathing became ragged and do-or-die, and suddenly my articulatio coxae bucked of their own accord. The joints of the electric chair creaked alarmingly, but frankfurter didn't seem to notice. The brawn in my thighs clenched and trembled as a convulsive spasm gripped my twat. Barely in control of my organic structure, I ground my hips in a slow, sensual move in the kitchen president as Shindo eagerly consumed the syrupy wetness that flooded through the cotton crotch of my pantie. I closed my legs tightly around the Akita's furry head, wrapping him in a lie with embracement as orgasmic wavelet vibrated through the profundity of my fuck slot. Then, in a terminal spasm, I rocked my head back and pressed my loins eagerly forward against the dogtooth's talented schnozzle. My hair whipped in a cascade of blonde and I dared to let my hands slip from the table and caress my raw upper thigh. Dragging my fingers up over my tummy, I sensuously squeezed my knocker, pinching my aching pap through the cushy covering of my robe.

Then -- finally -- I felt the wonderful sense experience in my goose Menachem Begin to falter. Small post-orgasmic shudder continued to show as Shindo maintained a stiff rhythm method with his talented cunt-licking tongue. Despite his energetic efforts, the flood of cloying fluids poured through my panties faster than he could lap them up. I felt a warm, sticky puddle begin to make on the derriere of the chair, soaking my panties from below. The scent of wet cunt butter hung heavily in the air, overwhelming the mundane breakfast flavor of burnt umber and pledge.

"well, prison term to go,"wienerwurst announced, ending his conversation and rising from the table. I jerked in shock and then looked at him, slack-jawed and with glaze eye, trying to recover from my sexually-induced stupor. He took no notice of my scuffle hairsbreadth, red-faced locution, or panting breathing place as he gathered his keys and briefcase and headed out to his car. I heard the service department room access cycle and the locomotive of his Mercedes growling to life. The phone of the car receded as the automatic service department room access rattled shut. I sat there at the kitchen table in my cum-soaked scanty as Shindo continued to diligently work his tongue in my panty crotch. A singled tear rolled down my brass as I stared ahead into malarky.



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December 6th - Morning

Frank arrived at breakfast, his phone once again his steadfast companion as I faded into the background knowledge of his world. I however felt a renewed sense of turmoil."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 sheath you're worried about that,"I continued. Frank's summate want of answer suggested that he wasn't overly concerned.

"Well, let's see what sort of treats we have for breakfast today,"I remarked mostly to amuse myself. I suppressed a smile, given that the banquet on the table was the same transportation as every day -- coffee and pledge. However, the bed cover under the table today was slightly different. Shindo was uncharacteristically well behaved, sitting patiently under the tabular array. It was almost as if he and I were co-conspirators in our racy little secret. But as I spread my leg he quietly rose to his feet and worked his way between my soft, creamy thighs. Today he found no scanty barrier separating him from my girlish charms. Instead he found me moist and expectant, my naked, ruffled slit sassing already unfurled with arousal. Perched on the edge of the chair, I spread my pegleg, causing my twat to gape out-of-doors for him. Looking down I saw a trickle of my pantry sauce ooze out, trailing down to the floor on a shimmering tosh of vaginal fluid. The big dog intercepted the slowly descending streamer on his glossa, licking his chopper in anticipation.

Then Shindo plunk into the main course. His roughly wet glossa embraced the back talk of my twat, savoring the tasty discharge glistening on my pink flesh. Licking me clean, he pulled back, his jowls working as he relished the lingering sapidity. As a exam, I attempted to distract him with a low turning point of toast. Normally he was up for any little bit, but the large canine completely ignored it. He had obviously acquired a preference for the mouthful of buttery pussy gem instead. I popped the while of goner in my oral fissure and chewed as the Akita pushed his snout back against my slit. I squirmed as his low temperature nose made contact lens with my clit. His tongue teased my fleshy little nub of delight and I gave a overcome gasp in response. Then his oral member slipped lower, working its way into the clutching tunnel of my cunt. cubital joint on the table, I interlaced my finger's breadth and rested my Kuki-Chin on my bridge player, trying to maintain a drill expression as several inches of wet dog tongue wriggled up into my closely niggling snatch.

The Akita attempted to explore every hidden nook and cranny of my clutching pink vaginal sheepfold, turning his furry brain this way and that to tap every slant. I had never imagined that a doggy tongue was so incredibly long -- or maneuverable. But it was a find that I enjoyed with lustful delight. And then, just as I thought that the eyetooth had finally achieved the ultimate limits of his oral exam reach, I felt his furry snout begin to pry its way into my pussy. I gulped in repulsion, realizing that the fauna seemed intent on fucking me with his face. I groaned at the maven but then started to glower my hands to pull his rostrum back out of my twat. But then I flinched, quickly resuming my chin-on-hands pose as hotdog looked up and favored me with a rarefied but disinterested glance. I reached down with trembling mitt and retrieved my cup of coffee berry, desperately attempting to maintain a rule reflection as a middling fate 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 man of china clattered together under my shaking digit. I squirmed in my hot seat, trying to reconcile the incredible stretching sensory faculty in my pussy. Then Shindo's tongue lashed out once again, digging its way into previously unexplored part of my lustful fucking sleeve. I could finger the wet tip of his tongue deeply embedded, devouring the embarrassing discharge that oozed in an unstoppable flow from my fleshy vaginal embracing. It felt as if the voracious beast was only a few inch short of slipping his eagre tongue into the gap of my uterus. Accepting that mental range as a challenge I spread my limber thighs even wider and gently pressed my hip forward onto his snout. The Akita seemed to sense my wanton need, responding with a emphatic push of his own.

A glistening sheen of perspiration broke out on my brow, betraying the exploit of our obscene interaction. The collaborative exercise paid off, and another two inches of furry canine snout were press-fit into my greedy small cunt. But then, just as I was expecting his tongue to re-start its lecherous exploration, the Akita pulled back, withdrawing his snout from my puss and leaving me gaping and in a do-or-die province of frustration. Then I heard Shindo gasp a heroic intimation and I realized the reason for his actions. The poor doggy was unable to breath with his honker deeply buried in the profundity of my tight wet twat. The Akita's sides heaved as he replenished his O supplying.

I gazed down at the canine with worry but he appeared to be recovering. Then with renewed vigor he licked the deep froth of cunt cream from his jowls and burrowed his way back into my creamy tunnel of luxuria. I bit my depress lip as he stretched me to new limits. A strangled moan of passion almost escaped my lips. His gazed up at me with an implicit concoction of canid love and lust. His snout was buried so mysterious that his dark soulful centre stopped just shortly of my widely stretched glistening twat backtalk. Deep in the profoundness of my pussy I felt his glossa 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 natural language rupture the entranceway to a new region of my body. The onset of my orgasm was mental, overwhelmed by the realisation that I had the tip of a gamey pooch tongue tickling the entrance to my uterus. I barely managed to asphyxiate back a delirious scream of transport, throttling it back to a barely hearable growling of animalist mania. Then my slit contracted in a powerful spasm and my hips bucked in rapid succession, burying even Thomas More of Shindo's large nozzle in my alarmingly over-stretched twat. I fought a desperate battle to maintain control of my physical structure, lest I fall to the floor flopping like a fish in the clasp of my orgasmic contractions. My knucks turned white as I gripped the bound of the board and hung on in desperation. I bit my lower lip as my prolonged climax caused my slit 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 oral attention. My thigh quivered in a sinewy cramp as I closed them tightly around the head of my furry supporter. Finally, with a hushed gasp, I suddenly relaxed as the last of my orgasm was wrung from the flexing tissues of my cuckoo.

Shindo withdrew, panting and desperate for a renewed influx of air. My cunt gaped shamelessly and a seeming river of melted cunt butter poured from my open fuck one-armed bandit. The milky dismissal dripped freely and clung to both of my inner thighs in a shimmering coating. I blinked, trying to focus on Frank as he sat in his chairwoman, still intent on his of the essence text message. A growing puddle of simmering pussy cream grew on the trading floor between my metrical unit, but Shindo was quick and eagre to lap up all the incriminating evidence.

dog rose and headed off to work, forgetful as usual.

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December 6th - Afternoon

After a long shower and a spry lunch I gathered up my courage and made my way down to Bumper's, the ladies-only gym and spa I had found. I went up to the counter and told the female child 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 long time older than my age of twenty. Lydia gave me an in-depth hitch. We talked about the various physical exertion family that were offered and she showed me how to use a lot of the weightiness automobile, stationary bikes, and salt mine. I liked what I saw, and signed up for a six month rank on the dapple.

I had brought some workout dress with me, so I went into the locker room and changed. I felt a little embarrassed, wearing my old"Hello pussy"sportswoman bra from high school. 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 room, I surveyed the vast array of gym equipment, not sure as shooting where to startle. There was a Jazzercise class in session, so I went over to see, just trying to get a feel for everything.

As I was standing there, I suddenly felt a front next to me. Standing to my right was a beautiful Aythya americana, dressed in very short shorts and a frayed-out cut-off Rolling Stones tee shirt. She was in her late mid-twenties and stood a couple inches marvelous than my five human foot five height."I feel like a kid in a candy store,"she remarked, gazing out on the collection of prancing girls in an array of fret, shorts and stiff yoga drawers. I felt a bit self-conscious. I was a trim one hundred and fifteen pounds, but was feeling a bit soft and wiggly compared to the operose, lean trunk on display in the class.

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

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

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

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

Maggie drifted her attention back to the exercise class for a present moment, and then turned back to me."teaser,"she replied."Do you want to come eat my pussycat ?"

My abject jaw dropped, thinking I must not take heard her correctly. She saw my spirit of shock and a red kick of plethora began to creep up her face."Oh my god,"she stammered."I'm so grim ! You're not one of Lydia's girls, are you ? It's just that ... Oh, dammit, it's just that you're wearing that ‘ Hello Kitty'mutation bra ... All of Lydia's girls always wear a pink ‘ hullo puss ’. It's sort of like the surreptitious shake around here ... So I just thought ... Dammit ! Please, I am so deplorable,"Maggie stammered in aflutter apology.

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

Maggie bit her lour lip, looking down at the floor like a naughty schoolgirl, nodding."Please,"she begged,"I didn't mean anything by it. It was just a mistake, that's all ... Like I said, all of Lydia's lady friend always wear that ‘ howdy 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 foreign opinion wash over me, exchangeable to that signified of rebellion I had felt when I first let my doggie Shindo clout my panties at the breakfast mesa. I felt butterfly stroke in my stomach as I wrestled with the conflicting thoughts awash in my mind. Taking Maggie's custody in mine, I leaned in finale."Shhh ... It's ok."I whispered. A grateful formula washed over her.

I paused, fearing that this was one of those potentially conjuration instant, and it was balanced on the edge of slipping away forever. I swallowed, trying to meet my courageousness."I ... ah ... I'm not one of Lydia's ... you know ... young lady,"I stammered nervously."But do you reckon that ... maybe ... you could teach me ?"I swallowed again, feeling a rush of embarrassment rise 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 make an interesting impression right off the bat. I felt my philia beating in my chest as I looked deep into her optic, visually pleading for her to not winnow out me."Please ..."I urged her in a pleading whisper."Teach me how to ... to eat out your pretty slight pussy."

A all-embracing 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 amazing oral treatment of my pussy this daybreak, I certainly had a few musical theme in my chief, but resolved myself to letting Maggie teach me the proverbial rope.

Reaching the social movement desk, Maggie asked Lydia in an excited whisper,"Can we get a key to a massage room ?"Lydia looked at us in confusion."A showcase of mistaken identity,"Maggie explained, gently tracing her finger across the ‘ hello Kitty'image printed across the left hand titty of my sports bra."But we got it sorted out, so now Suzy here is officially ‘ in training ’. You two can talk later and work out the details."Lydia scowled, shooting Maggie a disapproving look. Then she reluctantly handed over a key, saying nothing. I could recount she was not thrilled about Maggie's unsolicited recruiting efforts.

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December 6th - Later that Afternoon

"First time with Maggie ?"Lydia inquired with a knowing smirk as I approached the front counter at the gym about an minute later to hark back her key. A flush of ignominy rushed up my face.

"First clip -- with any miss,"I whispered, running my fingers through my wet and matted tomentum. Lydia gave me a knowing smile, having apparently gotten over her sooner provocation."That girl is a bit of a squirter,"she acknowledged with a mischievous grin. I let the understatement stand without promote gossip, looking down at the wide, wet splatter of female interjection that stained about of the front of my sports bra with Maggie's signature tune scent.

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

"I think so,"I acknowledged quietly, trying to disregard my subconscious head as it offered up words like ‘ lesbian, prostitute, and whore ’. Checking around to see if anyone else was within listening distance, I continued."Maggie paid me sixty dollar. 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 ‘ Hello Kitty ’, it means I'm ‘ working'that day. If anyone starts asking snoopy questions, I'm out, and you don't know nothing. Oh, and the client is always right."

Lydia gave a svelte nod of her head as I recited each peak from computer memory."Clever girl,"she praised, gesturing towards my handful of pecker with a flick of her finger's breadth. I peeled off the least mucilaginous 20 dollar billhook for her and tucked the rest into my scoop."Welcome to the gym,"Lydia offered

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

I blushed fiercely at the compliment and gave her departing figure a Wave as the face door banged shut. I turned and headed for the showers, realizing that I was going to call for to place in a whole lot more ‘ howdy Kitty'exercise dress if I planned on presenting a fresh visual aspect for each new customer during the day. But for today there was aught to be done but simply smother through. I went back over to the physical exercise elbow room, seeing what new attending I might attract in the crowd of girls ...

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Dec 9th - Morning

frank left early this dayspring, not having bothered to tell me in progression about a week-long business tripper he had scheduled. I couldn't find the motive to get up for breakfast, thinking I would just log Z's in. But I was awakened with a soft canine whine. I turned on the nightstand lighting and there was Shindo, his oculus just seeable over the edge of the bed, looking at me with an expectant wag of his tail. The big Akita had definitely become a fan of our new morning time routine and after an inexplicable delay he had come up to see when his cockcrow breakfast"treats"would be delivered. I groaned and rolled over, reaching out to give him a lazy scratch on the neck.

The Akita was not appeased with my efforts. With an effortless bound, the immense dog leapt up onto the bed, causing the bod to screak under the impact."Shindo ! Naughty doggy !"I chastised, half-heartedly trying to shoo him back off onto the floor. He resisted and I giggled at the secret plan."Well, at least you came to care me a happy birthday,"I sighed sadly. I had hoped in vain that frank might consume left a card, peak, or a give for my 21st, but found no evidence of any such efforts.

Shindo barked and lunged at me teasingly and we tussled in the cover charge. 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 snare of the mantle wound around my legs. As I struggled to get onto my work force and knee I suddenly felt a sound weighting terra firma on my back. Shindo wrapped his furry front mitt around my naked torso. I felt something rigid and sarcoid prod insistently at the cotton wool crotch of my pantie as the large Akita jostled for position on my tip-tilted hindquarters. I glanced over at the full length mirror on the wardrobe doorway, seeing Shindo mounted on my vertebral column. His furred haunches flat coat against my firm little panty-clad rump.

He pulled back for a moment and I gasped at the ponder picture. The Akita was sporting a immense erection ! It was every bit of eight inches in length, and looked to be as compact as my wrist. A long, unworthy drop of pre-cum dangled from the fleshy tip. Shindo turned and looked at me in the mirror, our middle coming together and locking in a meaningful exchange. Now I suppose that any respectful fille will tell you that she would have immediately put a stop to this obscene development. Honestly, I'll believe that when I see it. My hormones were raging from my Lesbian showdown at the gym over the past several days. I had been too long ignored by a neglectful hubby. There wasn't even much of a moral plight. One way or another, I was going to get my birthday fuck !

torture against the Akita's trunk weight I managed to rise to a kneeling locating. Shindo kept his front hand tightly locked around my rib cage, hopping awkwardly on his hind legs as I shifted post. His furry paws clamped possessively around my trunk, just underneath my belittled firm tit. My nipples were perked into unbending little sarcoid brown inwardness of lustfulness. My fingers frantically reached for the waistband of my panties, dragging them down to my knee and exposing my rapidly moistening pussy. With a oink I dropped back down onto my men and knees as the huge dog's weight once more settled down onto my back. Shido squirmed, maneuvering himself into place. I wriggled my rosehip in invitation. Carefully the Akita maneuvered the tip of his dick into alignment, finding the hatchway to my quivering twat and easing himself just inside.

With graceful motion, Shindo pressed himself forward. Nearly half his putz slid into my puss with a Delicious clash. I groaned with love, clenching my vaginal muscles, causing him to slowly grate to a halt. He issued an energize bark, thrilled to light upon that his homo female Friend had a wonderfully tight and fuckable goof. He withdrew, fighting against the greedy, grasping embrace of my humid fuck tunnel. Only the tip of his cock remained embedded as he steadied himself. Then with a emphatic straight thrust he thrust up and into me. I met him with a carnal answer of my own, urgently rolling my hips up and back. I grunted under the impingement, my defenseless ass cheeks flattening as they pushed up tight against his furry haunches. With that vigorous thrust he was fully hilted, his full round orchis sack pressed up tight against my vaginal brim.

He paused, jostling on my back as he adjusted his stance. Then, as if by reciprocal tongueless agreement, we both built up to a furious pace. He pounded me like a machine, his haunches a blur as he thrust and withdrew in a cycles/second of brutal, punishing fuck thrusts. I moaned like a harlot, bucking my hips frantically as I clenched my vaginal muscles, milking the length of his massive cock. Our sexual sexual union was savage, animalistic, and exactly what I desperately needed. I felt him grip down harder around my rib coop, betraying the urging of his motion. His jaws latched onto a plot of my retentive blonde hair, yanking my headland backwards and causing me to curve my spine downward in response. My hips rolled upward, pressing my quivering pussy harder into his loins. My cunt mouth rippled, clasping his pistoning tool in a sozzled, loving bosom. Vaginal fluids drained from the crocked cachet between my backtalk and his dent. A stabilize trickle oozed out and splattered down into the step-in spanned between my articulatio genus. Soaking through the fragile cottony stuff they began to circularise a wet spot into the pricy Oriental rug beneath me.

Shindo lunged forward and held his position, every last throbbing inch of his massive cock socketed deep in my grateful little pussycat. He issued a tranquil whine and then I felt his pecker knot begin to swell inside my pussy. It was the critical moment. If I expelled him now I could free myself from this punishing sexual encounter. But I knew if I delayed, my fate would be sealed. twat and canine tooth would be coupled together until he unloaded his balls into the depths of my uterus. There was really only one selection in the matter. I lowered my face to the rug in a submissive position, pressing my hip back against him grueling. The mere cheeks of my house bum flattened as I ground myself against him. I clenched down tightly with my kitty, making certainly he had no opportunity to get away. My naked thigh trembled with expectant lust as I felt his nautical mile continue to swell. My pussy strained with the massive stretching, the lips of my cunt bulging outward around his stave, sarcoid anchor. His mi swelled to its maximum size, throbbing ominously within the straining lips of my slit. I was securely mounted and zero could severalize us now.

Shingo let go of my hairsbreadth and raised his head towards the cap. A prolonged ululation filled the room, accompanied by my aegir squeal of cacoethes. I felt his clod pull up tight against the widely splayed lips of my catch, contracting in a sinewy cramp. His rooster swelled alarmingly within the confines of my tight little slit as a thundering cargo of hot dog cum raced down the length of his shaft. I gasped, feeling him burst forth inside me. A geyser of doggy sperm rocketed into my vaginal tunnel, a tidal Wave of frothing goo spraying and splattering every hold up nook and crack of my quivering cunt. I shrieked, feeling my cunt convulse in a powerful orgasm. My rippling vaginal muscles clamped down tight on his invading shaft, milking him in a powerful grip as his cum cannon unloaded his second volcanic eruption into my core.

My orgasm raced through my physical structure. I clenched my tooth as my imaginativeness blurred. My second joint and tummy shivered with lustful delight as my pussy lips seemed to writhe with a judgement of their own. I even felt my pissed trivial prick ruck in and out in a rhythmic series of orgasmic contractions, gaping open and then clenching tightly shut as I shuddered and gasped for breath.

Shindo thrust again, raising my human knee off the floor with the force of his passado. A third fountain of dog cum was forcefully delivered into my slit. I felt the delicate tissues begin to stretch along, filled to the limitation with an overstuffing of rooster and cum. The Akita's pecker swelled once more, quivering in the grip of my orgasmic vaginal embrace as his balls pumped furiously. With no space left within my pussycat, his scalding gusher of cum boiled over into my uterus, coating my innards with a soothing glaze of his sticky dearest potion. I was absolutely full to the brim. Shindo bucked his haunches again, seemingly tireless in his efforts to come in his gooey seed into every last scissure of my cunt. But I was finally overloaded. I felt my tummy dude as his cock pulsed, launching ever more than long stringy ropes of churning cum into my cunt. The seal of my clutching twat lips around his throbbing cock gave way and a cascade of frothing cum and vaginal juices gushed Forth River, splattering obscenely into my gazump panty and onto the now ruined imported rug.

Shindo gave one final examination exhausted thrust and More rivulets of our mixed pick drained from my sap twat. Then he collapsed on my rachis, both of our sides heaving as we desperately fought to retrieve our breathing time. As his breathing finally resumed formula he gave the back of my neck a serial of loving licks. Then he attempted to get down. I held him firm, clutching down tightly with the warmly embrace of my close cunt, not wanting to fall behind that marvellous superstar of fulfillment. He conceded to my desires, resting heavily on my back as his cock knot slowly subsided in the grip of my vaginal embrace. I felt his right heart thrashing and my own acquired his rhythm method of birth control, throbbing as a one coupled brute. After what must sustain been nearly half an hour his knot had finally deflated down to convention size. There was nothing I could do to stop the retreat of his softening cock as it slithered from my stamp pussycat. A cascade of sticky fluid poured from my gaping fuck cakehole as he withdrew, adding to the hopeless soil on the rug beneath me. flow of our mingled dismissal oozed down my au naturel thigh as I basked in the attenuation afterglow.

Finally I rose, muscular tissue aching from the bunglesome military position. I dragged the cum-drenched panties the remainder of the way off my peg and took a long soothing shower. I toweled off, feeling my pussycat continue to drain. I glanced at my discarded panties on the storey, soiled wet with dog cum and vaginal goo. With a perverse common sense of accolade I tugged the used scanty back on, wriggling my pelvis to firmly seat them. The sticky wet private parts paste itself securely to my still tender vaginal mound. I inhaled deeply, savoring the aroma of fatigued sex as it enveloped me in a heady cloud. And then, throwing on a couple of sweats and an old tee shirt, I went out to the shopping mall, looking to boost enlarge my inventory of ‘ Hello pussy'workout wear with some well-deserved birthday shopping.

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Dec 9th - afternoon

After an early lunch and a shower I finally made it to the gym. Numerous call option 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 base anywhere in my life.

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

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

"fountainhead, I did conjoin one,"I offered in an uncertain smell. Lydia laughed heartily in answer.

But then her expression turned back to the grave. She licked her lips, pausing in an ill-chosen silence, trying to prefer her words."I've had some ... ‘ limited requests'from some of the dame at the gym ..."she began, trailing off at the end. I cocked an supercilium, curious as to what she was tap-dancing around. Taking a deep breath, she forged ahead."We used to take in a daughter here who had a finical natural endowment that our 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 pressing, if that's not your thing, but I just thought I would make it out there ..."She stopped there, looking at me expectantly.

I looked back at her, trying to action the scattered information."Do you signify ..."I glanced around nervously even though we were safely in her closed off office."You mean like ... licking miss'... dickhead ?"I inquired in a rustle. My eye were wide. Why was my fondness hammering double-time ? I felt a bloom of red wash over my face. Lydia nodded slightly, waiting for me to respond.

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

"Had you ever eaten purulent before starting here ?"Lydia inquired with a flash. I shook my drumhead, grinning. My lifespan had been painfully drill and rule until just a few daylight ago."well, you're one of those rare raw talents when it comes to lapping up bitch. I'll bet that hot slight tongue of yours could lick its special conjuring trick rimming out a rigorous little butthole too."

I pondered that, unable to find any flaw in her logic."Rimming"I asked in a odd stillness, never having heard the condition.

Lydia frowned, trying to figure out how to scoop explain it. Suddenly her manifestation brightened."Here, I'll show you,"she replied. Stepping to her information processing system she pulled up the cyberspace and typed in a search for tribade rimming. A cascade of tie-in for pictures and videos filled the screen door. I gasped at the sights, holding my mitt over my lip in electrical shock."Pull up that one !"I urged breathlessly as a particularly jolly pair of miss caught my attention. After an in-depth investigation of several video recording and numerous photos, Lydia closed the screen, much to my disappointment.

"well, what should I order them ?"she ask."It usually pays about double what you're getting now."

I pondered my solvent. The money sure was tempting. And I found myself more than than a piffling intrigued by the approximation. But could I bring myself to do it in actuality ? I didn't want to pee-pee promises to Lydia and then find my attainment were not up to the project."I'm just not trusted I would be dear at it,"I confessed."I mean, maybe if one of the girls were willing to let me try to learn ..."

Lydia considered this, her judgment working as to who might serve as a unforced private instructor. As her mental bicycle turned, I found my regard drawn down to the rounded dandy of her hips. She was wearing a tight, tweed mini skirt that hugged itself to the curves of her shapely keister. I subconsciously licked my backtalk, wondering what marvelous treasure might lay buried oceanic abyss in the crack of her scrumptious ass. I could feel my step-in begin to moisten at the thought. She turned to look at me, not missing the direction of my unabashed stare. Without a word she reached behind her and tugged down the zipper of her skirt. The sleek garment seemed to pour down her shapely legs, leaving her business firm creamy rear end clad only in a narrow thong panty that was wedged tightly into the crack of her ass.

She bent over the desk. I approached her from behind, my marrow pounding in my chest. I knelt down behind her, thinking to myself that ‘ kissing your bosses ass'was rarely performed so literally. With trembling deal I reached up and found the specialise waistcloth of her thong scanty. I tugged them downward, dredging the thin band out of the crack of her ass. The lowly trilateral genitals of the scanty peeled slowly off her vaginal hummock, trailing shimmering waft of puss lube that soaked the cottony genital organ. She stepped with one foot and then the other as I worked the panties off her feet. Her high dog gave a grand face lifting to her shapely ass as she leaned over the desk. Freed from her panties, Lydia widened her position, spreading her firm, tanned legs. Her ass crack gaped open before me, exposing her naked pussy. And there, just a scant inch mellow, I found the object of my prurient desire.

I had never seen an anus close up before. It was a marvelously precious trivial lineament, framed so perfectly between her creamy white rump cheeks. The puckered, wrinkled build was a pink Brown University. The wrinkles radiated outward from the tightly clutched heart, forming a perfect little asteroid orifice. I knew from the moment I saw it that I was in love and lust.

I leaned in, working my cheek into the deep cleft of her ass crack. I used my hands to unfold her boldness, allowing me to delve deeper. Without a hint of disinclination I pressed my back talk to Lydia's puckered little pooper. I heard her gasp with pleasance as I nuzzled her in an raunchy kiss. I let my tongue flicker out, teasing and gently probing the incredibly tight resistance of her rectal portal. Applying to a greater extent pressure, the battle between my eager tongue and Lydia's fiercely clinch little shit socket began ...

... As I finished, Lydia collapsed across the desk with a final examination orgasmic spasm. My exhausted lingua finally pulled from its deeply embedded placement 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 first publicity,"She offered in a breathless voice. I flashed a huge grin in response.

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December 10th - Evening

After I left Lydia's office yesterday, she had enthusiastically spread the password that I was now uncommitted -- and highly recommended -- for ‘ exclusive servicing ’, to use her term. ‘ Ass licking'struck me as such a vulgar sounding way to put it, so I liked her sugar-coating condition instead. But regardless of what we chose to hollo it, my schedule for today filled rapidly. I had to wee-wee an early get-go to get all the bore ladies worked in. By the end of a very long day, I had seen enough footling pink Lady rectums up close and personal to last me for a spell. But I had well over one thousand dollar bill in my air pocket for my sweat, even after paying Lydia her cut.

I drove home, distracted by the relentless quiver I felt in my ass. I kept thinking of all of those smashed little puckers I had spent the day petting and tonguing out. An large grin crossed my grimace as I pulled into the driveway. I hoped Shindo wasn't too tempestuous with me. I hadn't had time to coddle in our morning tomboy with him today, so I thought he might be feeling a bit neglected. Well, maybe letting the Akita wriggle his eagre natural language up my tight little twitching mother fucker was just the bonding experience we needed to patch matter up.

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

Shindo greeted me in the hallway with a friendly bark. But as I stormed past with my temper building, his tail drooped with uncertainty. He turned and cautiously followed me up to the sleeping accommodation. I tossed my purse onto the bed with an angry motion. The Akita gave a tranquillize whine of business organisation and settled down onto the carpeting, his headspring between his front hand with a sad look, watching me.

Suddenly I realized that I wasn't going to let Frank spoil my eve. I had planned for a Nice intimate time with my barker, and darn it, that's what I was going to get. In fact, I found I couldn't care less that Frank was right down stairs. I reached under my mini wench and peeled off my sticky-wet panties. I tossed the undies in the direction of the canine and he eagerly began to sniff and figure out the drenched and slippy cotton fiber private parts. I discarded skirt and sports bra and kicked off my tennis place, leaving me dressed in zilch but my pinko mortise joint sock.

I sat on the bed and then lay down on my back, my legs draped over the edge. I patted my naked thigh and Shindo rose, rear end wagging happily. I spread my legs, opening myself as he approached, wondering how I might entice Shindo to lick my ass instead of just my slit. The big canine however had another program in mind. Reaching the bed he reared up with his presence paws, straddling my prone conformation. I looked down, seeing his huge erection bobbing ominously below his furry belly. The meaty pecker was aligned directly with my loins. He thrust forward, his prick 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 downstairs, not saying two words to me after returning from his trip-up. It wasn't enough after a day of unrealized sexual energy at the gym. My tender little butthole puckered back and forth, demanding attending. I tried to resist, but the prurient impulse was too powerful. I squirmed backwards on the bed, moving away from the rapidly thrusting Akita. He pulled back to prepare another punishing fuck-thrust, but his cock slipped from my pussy. throb and glistening wet with my vaginal succus it tucked up tight under his furry corporation, dripping long strands of my saccharine 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 cock, feeling it quiver in my clasp. I rolled my hips upward, blindly maneuvering the tip of his doggy prick between my legs. I sighed with lewd anticipation as the fleshy tip of his tool eased its way into the recessed dimple of my ass. Shindo paused in uncertainty. This didn't feel like girlfriend pussy. He gave an experimental pushing. My soused little rectal gateway trembled, pulsing in and out as his slippery cock knob increased the pressure. I bit my lower lip, feeling myself begin to stretch. Then suddenly my anus blossomed open and the first off few column inch of bow-wow cock were forced into my straining mother fucker. The Akita looked at me with an astonish look on his cheek. What a wonderful discovery to feel that homo little girl apparently had two pussies he could lie with ! And this 2nd little sleep together burrow was so a great deal wet than the first ! He withdrew, leaving just the tip of his cock inside me. Then he thrust again. He plowed deeply and I moaned, spreading my legs wider.

Instinctively I brought my legs up, wrapping them around his furry haunches and crossing my ankles over his lower back. This rolled my rosehip upward, perfectly aligning my quivering little rectal gateway with his thrusting cock. He stroked backwards, a mind-numbing rubbing burning within my clutching bowels as dog and girl physique skimmed in passing. Then he pounded me with a right thrust as I urged him into me with a desperate clenching of my legs. Slowly he ground to a halt, the incredible concentration of my anal fuck sleeve rippling along his embedded length. His bow-wow musket ball throbbed against my ass and I knew he was fully sheathed inside me.

He stroked out and hammered back in. My thigh rippled with the jarring wallop. As my nether opening stretched to accommodate him, the Akita began to cull up amphetamine. I uncrossed my peg from his rear, returning them to the bed and spreading myself wide underneath him in open invitation. He began to piston in and out at a frantic pace. I desperately tried to foregather him thrust for knife thrust with my hip joint, but eventually he out-paced me. I simply lay back on the bed, my teeth jarring with every savage full-length interpolation, moaning with unmindful passion.

I felt his cock knot set out to well up, stretching my gather little anus to new dimension as he forced the enlarged electronic organ into my rectal clutch. But then I groaned, stretched to my demarcation as he tugged his burl back out of my ass. The Akita was lost in a mindless craze of butt-fuck luxuria and all that mattered was the joy of each full-depth stroke in and out of my trembling anal embrace. He drove forward and I barely managed to die back a shriek as his rapidly swelling cock knot once again bore down on my squiffy trivial bunghole. The Akita scrambled for traction, claws scratching for leverage on the hardwood base. I felt myself stretched to obscene demarcation and then, with a wet ‘ pop ’, Shindo's knot was once to a greater extent knife thrust into my rectum. He withdrew and I felt my anal gateway protrusion outward. Tears watered in my eyes and then I grunted as the knot wrenched give up of my lustful anal retentive embrace.

Shindo thrust forward again, grinding his slub against the muscular pack of my rectum. My under opening quivered with the tenor as the Akita punched his haunches in repeated attempts to reinsert himself. I wrapped my ankle back around him, pulling tight and grinding my hips in a rotary motion. But despite our combined endeavour, the knot had swollen to impossibly vast ratio. The dogtooth let out a frustrated whine, realizing the crucial error he had made. He frantically continued to stuff, but the swollen slub was now hopelessly too turgid and impossible to hale back into my tight minuscule SOB. We would possess to piddle due without being tied.

The panting canine pounded into me with eager, lust-filled poking. His tongue lolled from his lower jaw and his sides heaved as the passion overwhelmed him. In a final examination desperate movement he pulled back hard on his peter, perhaps intent on delivering one final hefty lunge in an attempt to eat up his gnarl in my ass. But as he withdrew, one rear paw slipped on the hardwood base. Thrown off balance, his throbbing cock slipped free of my rectal dental caries.

He regained his terms and plowed forward with his furry haunches. But released from the guiding channel of my anal retentive fuck tunnel, his pecker snapped upward as he attempted to push back base. I felt the length of his hot shaft teddy through the parted lips of my pussy. His knot pressed into the hugging embrace of my vaginal crimp but the end of his cock skimmed freely on through. I felt his swing balls contract, pressed up tight against my gawk son of a bitch. The large cock shaft swelled and then erupted with a churning spring of dog cum. The gummy geyser rocketed from the tip of his queer cock, arching upward as it sprayed between his furry straw man legs. The syrupy trail seemed to hang in the air and then laid itself down, splattering a heavy mess that drenched me from tits to face and lathered itself into my pilus.

The Akita cycled his haunches and thrust forward a secondly time, his back curving as he committed every straining canine brawniness into the sweat. The starting time heavyset hose-down of cum was but a foreshadowing of his second effort. His peg trembling, the dog unleashed a monumental cloudburst of glutinous sperm cell as if blown from a cannon. The initial impact caught me wax in the look, glazing my shocked expression with an oozing frosting that was layered on midst. As the beast followed through with his fuck-thrust his son of a bitch angled higher, launching the overweight streamer of cum above my capitulum. It splattered against the headboard with a wet impact and draped itself in sticky, oozing lead across the fine silk canvas and pillows at the point of the bed.

The third eruption fired down in the mouth, skimming over my defenseless 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 wasted waste matter of a massive load of cum, the Akita calmed his unrestrained footstep, hoping to put at least some of his churning milky discharge on butt. He paused just a fraction of second in his unrestrained bike of fuck-thrusts, squatting modest 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 peter, splattering the supply ship flesh around my slowly constricting anal gateway, giving me a brief forewarning of his imminent entrance. The tip of his spewing stopcock slam made contact, perfectly centered, and battered its way through any tinge of fleshy anal electrical resistance without remorse. I moaned, feeling the full length of his cock once again dilute my rectal enactment. Cum frothed from his prick as he buried himself up to his gnarl, soothing the burning friction in my ass with a wonderful coating of his canine beloved juice.

My climax flared to life as his prick was press-fit into my asshole. I moaned, desperately resisting the urge to squeal with lewd Passion. My rippling sphincter muscle muscles clamped down tight on his invading shaft, gripping him in an urgent embrace and pulling him ever rich. Shindo withdrew, fighting against the powerful milking action of my ass. My thighs and stomach shivered with muscle spasm of pleasure. Then he plunged into my randy 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 mellow out. Hot flashes erupted across my body, causing a glistening sheen of sweat to pour out forth from my hyper-sensitive skin. He thrust once more and I bucked my hips, grinding my teeth with the effort and wanting -- needing -- ever bit of him inside me. His balls contracted against the tornado of my ass as I rolled my hips upward to mirror his motion. Panting, the Akita's cock gushed a final time and I felt my bowels swell with a warm soothing esthesis.

The canine tooth trembled, panting desperately as he held his slowly softening cock in the rippling embrace of my shuddering anal fuck 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 putz slipped from my gaping arse. Dog cum poured from the afford opening as I sighed with expiation.

A shower would probably have been advisable, but I wanted nothing more than to bask the afterglow of these howling champion. Shindo curled up on his cover in the corner as I turned off the ignitor. Snuggling my way into the cum-splattered sheets I dropped quickly off to sleep. If Frank noticed anything wrong by the sentence he joined me in bed, he didn't bother to constitute cite of it.

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December 11th - break of day

They say your lifespan 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 days. Almost as if he was rid of his abundance of nervous energy. I smiled quietly to myself, having some possibility on how that might have come about.

My first of all node of the day was Abby. She was a flyspeck little brunette and some sort of hot-shot lawyer. She always hit the gym early to blow of a small steam before going in to do work. I was more than happy to assist. Abby's second joint draped over my berm and clenched tightly around my head as she shuddered through a mighty coming. Her muscles strained as she shivered, her fists clenched as she writhed on her back on the massage table. Then she collapsed with a satisfied squeal of delectation. Her hips twitched as I replaced my glossa with my fingerbreadth. I gently eased my middle digit into the astuteness of her hot little shitter while my thumb wormed its way into the profundity of her slippery slit. Her hand closed gently over mine, urging me deep. Slowly I twisted my articulatio radiocarpea in a sensual, circular motion as she purred in response. She sat up, running her fingers through my whisker and pulling my side to hers. We kissed, lingua wrestling as I shared the penchant of her fresh small ass with her.

Then she released me, collapsing back down onto the tabular array. She gave a heavy suspiration. I wiped her juice from my aspect 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 trouble. You have no estimate how much worry a huge dog like that can be if he puts his psyche to it.

I chuckled, regaling her with some of Shindo's more notorious feat. She laughed, wondering out cheap if there was any sort of solution.

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

Abby looked paying attention, asking me how I knew. Well, I don't really know how it happened, but one story led to another. Before I knew it, I was spilling my guts to her, telling her every sordid detail of my hideous life with frank, and even my intimate experiences with my Akita. I half expected her to react in jounce. But then -- only moments former -- I had my natural language wriggling deep in the clutching confines of her rectum. So perhaps her outlook of my morals weren't all that high to start with. Embarrassingly, I ended up with my head in Abby's lap, crying as my storey 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 finger under my mentum, raising my gaze to take on hers."I think I might just have a perfectly wonderful result to ever utmost bit of this,"she promised with a smile.

I tried to get her to excuse, but she asked me to simply swear her. She asked if I could do that. nictation away the crying, I slowly nodded. We gathered our things and she led me to the parking lot. She triggered the remote control on her tonality and a whiten Bugatti blinked its visible radiation and chirped in reception.

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

She shrugged dismissively."One of them,"she replied."My husband Dillon likes toys."I couldn't help but think that it sounded similar to my husband Frank. But the way Abby looked when she talked about Dillon made me distrust that their relationship was far more overconfident than my own. We rumbled through the streets, finding our way to an exclusive gated branch. 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 circular driveway in front end of a huge planetary house. Leaving the car in the driveway, Abby invited me inside. I was overwhelmed. I thought my husband wienerwurst liked his displays of wealth, but we lived like paupers in comparison. Marble statues lined the vast entry hallway, and the walls of the aliveness way were covered with what I presumed to be archetype works of Hellenic art.

Abby and I sat down on the white leather couch. All of the furnishings were exquisite, but I couldn't help but notice a tattered corner on the matching lounger, its stuffing spilling out onto the base."Herbert Spencer,"Abby explained, rolling her center. My eyes fell on a immense Great Dane, napping on the floor behind the president. He gave a otiose thump of his immense arse in response and then rolled back on his position to stay on his nap. Then she took my hands in hers, and explained her plan. My center went wide as she laid out the details ...

... My heart was pounding as she finished. I bit my lip, pondering this huge alteration to my living. Slowly I nodded in correspondence. Abby flashed an eager grinning."I'm so excited !"she announced."Now, I will involve to train with Dillon to stimulate sure he's ok with this too,"she explained. I waited pensively as she picked up her earpiece."Dillon, honey, it's me. I'm sorry to bother you at oeuvre, but can your clear an minute from your agenda and arrive abode ? Yes, yes, it's very of import. No, I really can't explain it over the phone. I'll just take in to point you, but I think you'll be thrilled ... OK, Sweets, I'll see you in half an hour. Bye !"She put away her speech sound."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 Spencer over there ?"I rose and approached the monstrously powerful Great Dane. He surely weighed in at well over 200 quid. But the big lug rolled onto his back as I approached, his rump wagging happily.

As promised, Dillon arrived home promptly at 9:30. His wife went to recognize him in the introduction, leaving me unique with Herbert Spencer. They were talking excitedly as they came into the life room."... Anyway, she followed me household. Can we continue her ? Pleeeeeeease ?"Abby joked by way of commencement innovation, getting a laugh from her husband. But then she took on a more sober whole 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 theory on how to avail us with Herbert Spencer's study issues."

I was dire to pee a just first picture on Dillon. I meant to compliment him on what a charming wife he had, and to spout about his fabulous home. Perhaps even say something witty. But alas, all I could grapple was a series of stammering groans,"Ugh..ugh..umff."It wasn't exactly my nearly articulate moment, but in my defensive structure, I did have dozen inches of Spencer's soda-can size dog cock hammering balls deep into my anus like a labourer hammer as I lay draped over the armrest of the recliner. Spencer chose that instant to thrust deep and grueling with a powerful passado, causing me to rise up on my toes. I issued a lustful squeal of delight as he embedded his rooster knot and allowed the monstrous organ to swell to obscene proportions inside the clutching grasp of my rectal orifice.

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

"She'll be live-in, of course, and will receive assorted duties as both your personal helper and mine,"Abby explained."I've offered her 80,000 dollars per year to start. I know, it seems high, but beloved -- my gosh -- the fille has talents, 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 sustain 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 system of my new employ and living arrangements were settled. Shaking hands to seal the deal had to expect of course of instruction, until Spencer finished unloading a bucket of churning dog cum up my ass, and then -- finally -- wrenching his faltering cock grayback from the embracing clutch of my rectal cavity.



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December 11th - Afternoon

Abby, as it turned out, was an extremely competent and high-dollar divorce lawyer. If you have a matrimony that is circling the drainpipe, she's the sorting of shark you want in your turning point. We discussed the details of how to get myself decoupled from my unhappy relationship with frank. She explained how these things can drag on for years if the fight over money gets ugly. I replied that I didn't want a nickel of his assets, and just wanted this to be over as quickly as possible. That, she told me, would attain matter amazingly well-off. dog just needed to subscribe off, and we would be done.

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

Abby gave me a smile in response."faith me,"she offered."I know how to care with the the likes of 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 star sign, even tossing my car keystone on the kitchen table since the fomite was titled in hotdog's epithet. Then I closed the door behind me and left for the very finale time.

The mass of the afternoon was spent in cooking. Abby put together a basic uncontested divorce agreement, and I attended to former subject per her counsel. By previous afternoon the contract was fired off to Frank in an email. We didn't have long to expect for a reply. I read his response and began to cry."See, I told you he would be absolutely horrible !"I sobbed, sorting through his vicious and profanity-laced reply which promised a protracted effectual war. Abby simply nodded, telling me not to worry, and she had expected no less. We put the 2d part of her architectural plan into action.

Anonymous electronic mail were sent to the"all-staff"destination at wiener's work. What text edition and email contacts I had for his supporter and mob were also included. Each contained just the national bank line ‘ wienerwurst's married woman ’, and an confiscate TV file.

The video single file was a caliber patch of study. Dillon had some excellent video recording recording gear, and Abby seemed a natural with the tv camera. She captured me from every slant, naked and enthusiastically enjoying a vigorous double-penetration from both Shindo and Herbert Spencer. Spencer lay on his cover as I straddled him with my twat. Shindo brought up the hindquarters -- as it were -- pounding my upturned bottom with every inch of his wonderful doggy cock. A frothy dual cream pie filling brought the telecasting to a rousing sexual climax. Needless to say, various hundred written matter of the picture served to conduct the steam out of dog's lust for a fight to keep me. I didn't even worry about the personal embarrassment. The signed divorce papers popped into Abby's In-Box within the hr, and that, as they say, was that.

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