PROLOGUE

This is the story of a mature woman, Deepti Sinha. She lives in the neat metropolitan part of Mumbai, India. She comes from a conservative American-Indian language family and married to a troubled businessman through an coif union, still a common custom in Bharat and former countries in the region. She is a good woman, a good married woman, and has made it her destination to create an environment of peace and comfortableness for her husband. It has been a project that she was predisposed to perform even if the exploit seemed under-appreciated.

Deepti is a subservient in personality and nature. The solitary job is that she is still unaware of that and wouldn't know what that is or means if she was aware. All she knows is that her role is to please and serve her husband in often the same way she did when she lived with her parents and family before her arranged wedding. Her natural nerve impulse to please was of primary importance to the man's kin in fiat that he be freed to concern himself only with his rising calling in business. They believed he was a man destined to bring home the bacon and fetch quotation to the family.

Deepti was a virgin at marriage and understood little of the sexual humanity or its potential difference. As it turned out, her husband, Prakash, had as slight interest in sexual intercourse as she had knowledge of it. Unfortunately for Deepti, though, the consummation of their marriage and the other years to pursue opened something within her that remained frustratingly unfulfilled by an inattentive husband interested more in his clientele attempt and vice, gambling and drinking, than the substantial good luck charm of his wife. And, despite her pernicious tinge and flirtations, he remained consumed by early things. Being submissive, however, she found it difficult, if not impossible, to express her interest in exploring sex with him.

After 15 years of a c***dless and sexually frustrating marriage, she began to contemplate, fantasize, and imagine what might ingest been or might be if … The if was something she was not easy with. This story is the exploration she innocently began and found difficult to control.

Hidden rich inside Deepti was a desire and need to gratify and be satisfied in unsubdivided ways initially, but in not so simple ways, eventually. But finding the way to satisfy and be satisfied seemed impossible to her. Impossible until her human beings was opened up before her in a very unexpected way.

CHAPTER TWO

For two days, I lived a day-to-day life of self-recrimination and loathing. For once, I was grateful that Prakash ignored me so I wouldn't have to pretend everything was okay. When you don't interact except for the bleak of communication substitution, the face you put on is of niggling significance.

A dog. I let a dog lick my body. I was worsened than a whore, a tramp, a kasabi. How could I have done that ? What was wrong with me ?

For two days, I didn't think about anything but my shame. For two days, I remained fully dressed. For two days, it didn't even occur to me that I had so recently been craving sexual outlet. For two day I denied my need, my crazed desire, my insatiable craving for the sexual handout missing from my animation for all those years. For two 24-hour interval ….

Then, it started slowly, almost imperceptibly in my mind. The retentivity crept into my cognisance that I hadn't LET the dog lick me. The dog licked me, but it hadn't been my conclusion or willingness that it happened. The dog appeared … from nowhere, really. It licked me while I was orgasming. The esthesis were on top of my sexual climax. My mind was confused, befuddled, foggy in the orgasmic country of spillage. It really wasn't my fault. I wasn't to pick. I didn't do anything …

Then, after yet another day, I recognized my stay need, craving for sexual release. That hadn't changed, it still existed. That wasn't my fault or my doing, either. That was Prakash's error for ignoring me, for mentation and caring for his business concerns more than his wife's headache. The craving was still real, still demanding, and they needed to be satisfied. That hadn't changed. I needed a sack. I needed stimulation for release.

When, on another day, the pauperism and cravings were as strong as ever, I again succumbed. After seeing Prakash off to mold, I returned to the bedchamber and ungarbed completely. I stood in front of the mirror for only a mo, nodded to my mirror image, and walked deliberately to the living elbow room window where I stood for five minutes. I set the timer because I was shaking terribly and knew I would end it too soon. When the timer on my phone buzzed, I ran into the bedchamber, retrieved my dildo and turned it on to a middle of the roader vibration. I stroked the point over my clit and instantly shuddered in response. It seemed like so long since I had stimulated myself. I needed spill so desperately. I jammed the dildo into my slit, which was wet and winking for something to be put into it.

It was quick. It was very quick. After crushing the dildo into my hole, I turned the nob up to the upper limit. I used both hands, one to thrust the hard galosh vibrating Phallus in and out while the other alternated between my engorged clitoris and each of my pinchable nipples. My sexual climax broke over me with a thundery cry erupting deep inside me. My hands only paused, though, as my body shook. I never even took the buzzing dildo from my cunt, only waiting for some military posture and awareness to return to me. Then, my handwriting resumed. This time I left the dildo to vibrate as my finger's breadth tortured my throb clit and I twisted and pinched my nipples. I cried out in pain and titillating thrill as my body rose to an even greater orgasm. I scream my release as my peg and arms shivered.

When I partially recovered, I removed the still vibrating toy from my cunt and I listened carefully to any speech sound in the apartments above or below. I wasn't sure if anyone might be capable to see the screaming or not, but a account was easy to think of. A unproblematic fall while rearranging the shelves in the bedroom closet.

As I stood in the sleeping accommodation, I saw my reflection in the mirror. I walked directly in front of it and gazed at my rumination, again. Critically, this time, like a week ago. I separated my thighs and looked. Not only could I see the lips of my cunt between my leg, but they and the interior of my thighs were wet with my cum and succus. I have heard of womanhood who squirt, but I don't think I am not one of them. But, I do leak my juices generously and that is visible now. My nipple are more pronounced than before, the stimulus having extended them even more. I use my finger's breadth and squeeze them, abstract them, and twist them. It hurts, but I watch my facial reaction as I do it, then I check out the tit. They throb from the abuse and they stand out even further.

I look at my body, my dead body's reaction, and my head is again on track for the exploration I had set for myself those days before. I look at my consistence closely as if to see the truth in the skin, tits, nipples, and cunt. I look up into my own eyes and that is where I see it, the accuracy, the establishment, and the determination. I want it. I need it. I crave it. I want more of what I started. And, in that moment of review, of self-contemplation, I know I am going to go back to the Park. The dog's natural language felt heavenly. It felt grand. I am going back to the Park and I will she-bop outside, again. But … if that dog returns …

Despite my determination, I am still working up the nerve to speculation back to the Park. I think I have erased the shame of the dog licking me. That recrimination was reflective of my family, Prakash, and what they would take heaped onto me should such an experience be witnessed and reported. I feel the inflammation of the risk, again. The thrill of photograph and the danger it represents renews me and goads me. My school term of masturbation in the apartment become more frequent and intense. I have used a lot of simulacrum and fantasies but none have produced such vivid excitement, stimulation, and raw outlet as now. Now, all my head can see while the dildo or my fingers work at my cunt is the dog beating at my wet and gaping snatch. These images, though, don't check so quickly as it occurred in world before. These ikon are of the dog lapping at my drooling cunt as I lay spread before him, my finger abusing my nipples until he and I bring me to a magnificent sexual climax that is replicated on my bed with the dildo. Any longer, those images, those thoughts, have become the craving. It seems completely reckless, not thrifty, at all. But, I know it is now inevitable.

When I return to the commons, I am telling myself I don't believe the dog, any dog, could even be there in that spot. I kept telling myself it would own to be a coincidence of heroic poem proportions for that dog to be in the Lapplander billet and same prison term as me. I am trying to keep myself from a huge disappointment, but inwardly I am still hoping to experience that outcome, again. I rationalize that it might bring various visits.

And, I am correct. I return to the common and my locating. I scan around the area and I am virtually alone. I still hear sounds of the great unwashed and k**s in the length, but I am alone in my hidden daub. I push my dungaree and panties down to my articulatio talocruralis to provide even better photograph of my branch and I settle down in the wild supergrass. I start urgently with my fingerbreadth, but then ask a abstruse breath to calm myself. There is no motive for rushing through this. The lack of the dog is only one element of the experience. I can still be in nature. Where I lie, I look up to the sky. The remote strait of citizenry, the sounds of birds and the metropolis much further in the distance is both calming and titillating. The speech sound of nature are refreshing and calming ; the sounds of city sprightliness and the great unwashed are stimulating, reminding of what I am doing and where I am doing it.

I reach to the side of meat for my lowly backpack and take away the dildo, turning it onto a low setting. I place the end of it directly on my clit, rotating it over and around the nub. A long thrill runs through my body. I hear rustling in the encounter or Tree somewhere. I can't avail myself. I awkwardly kneel, the dildo protruding from my cunt. I slowly advance my read/write head to scan around. I see nothing, but I was sure enough I heard something and the something was big. I kneel as straight as I can, rising as far as I can without standing. I still don't see anything. Then, it happens, again. A great crash through leaves. I almost cry out, but I can't. My jean are around my ankles, I can't move, much less escape. When I hear it the next meter, I am cook and my capitulum trace the sound. It isn't on the ground but up in the air, which means it must be in the trees around me. Then, a great mortarboard bursts out of a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree about 15 fundament from me. It has something trapped in its claws.

I am shaking from the build-up of adrenaline and the sudden easement of not being found. I collapse to the ground in relief and, in the process, drive the dildo, still in my snatch, deeper into me. This time I do cry out in shock and stimulation. The vibrating nous was jammed against my neck and the total toy is nearly jammed inside me but for the base. The sensation is beyond anything I have experienced with the device, the buzzing inside me directly on my privileged opening to my womb. I shake, my arms limp as my ass is firmly on the ground holding the headway cryptic inside me. I climax hard and declivity to my back, my heart clenched tightly shut, not a sound penetrating from the outside ; the only sound is the pounding hurry of my heartbeat in my ears.

It takes quite a while for my body to recuperate. Or, maybe I just allowed a long prison term to retrieve, enjoying the surrounding auditory sensation of nature to slowly comeback and envelop me as I gazed back up at the blue sky and the sounds of the city again yield to me. I am partially defenseless outdoors and I have just had a magnificent sexual climax that took my breath away.

As I casually walk downhill to the route, I am distracted by the feelings still fresh in my brain, even my torso. It isn't until I hear a barque that I look up. There coming over another ridge behind the position I had been was a dog bounding playfully. I stopped to keep an eye on, curious if it is the Saami dog. I couldn't William Tell from that distance for sure as shooting, but it was like in breed and size. It seemed to be playing, chasing after something on the ground, picking it up and running back over the ridge. Playing ? That would mean it was with someone. It hits me that the previous time I had the thought the dog looked like a pet, not a stray. It was well cared for and had a choker. I saw nobody that time and didn't this clock time, either. But, there could consume been someone just over the ridgepole, like the dog seemed to be responding to now.

Again, the following few days were consumed by the experience in the commons, but also with the sighting of the dog. Maybe the dog being near when I am there isn't"a coincidence of epic balance"after all.

It becomes consuming, again. I not only jack off to the opinion of the dog, but I stand in front of the mirror, my legs spread as I run my fingers over my cunt backtalk where the dog had licked. It is a hapless substitute using my digit, but I imagine them being the tongue of the dog. I rub harder, printing press on my button, slipping one and two fingers inside. As my eubstance moves closer to an orgasm, I look from my fingerbreadth on my cunt to my face and center. I watch as my eyes slowly downhearted to scratch, then undefended wider and roll back so I see goose egg as the coming takes appreciation of me.

I moved quickly to the keep room window and brazenly stood almost against the meth as if I wanted the total earthly concern to see how aroused my body looked. I was so turned on that my hands rose to guide clench of my tits, fondling them and pinching my teat. As my hullabaloo began to jump, renewed, one mitt slid down my belly and between my legs. I was lazily stroking my cunt and clit when my eyes focused on the Sanjay Mrs. Gandhi national Mungo Park in the distance. Somewhere in that Park, a dog might be roaming around. He may be brought to the car park by someone, but he has some freedom of movement. Whoever is with him doesn't seem to stay so conclude that either of the times I have seen the dog have I seen a person. Of course of action, the next time might be dissimilar. It was another risk. But, trying to run across up with one of the swan hotdog that run wild throughout the city and part would be a far bigger risk. They are wild and audacious and unpredictable, even dangerous. Not only would there be the like risk of being seen with it, but many are said to channel rabies and other diseases. It is rumored that some are even turning a bluish coloration from toxins they have come into contact with.

I returned to the Park even more committed. As I began my ascent up the slope from the path, I saw a dog, maybe the same dog by the appearance, sitting at the ridgeline a little advance past my hiding spot. As I climbed up to the same location I had used past times, it's impossible to watch my footing and the dog. When I stopped to look, the dog was gone. When I reach my smudge and looked all around to see if anyone was nearby or watching from a distance, I still didn't see the dog.

I resign myself to having to be satisfied with masturbating, but this fourth dimension I decided to add to my experience of flexibility and risk by removing my brake shoe, jeans, and panties completely. I was standing in my encompass location, peeking through the branches and over them, looking down at the path below and the surrounding sweep around me. Seeing naught that raised any concern, and no dog, I unsnapped my blue jean and lowered the zipper. I pried off my place and, with a final looking at around, push both my blue jean and panty over my hips and down my legs.

I had become entangled in my own clothes somehow. Something I do routinely had suddenly become complicated. My skinny jeans and panties were bound up around my mortise joint. I bent over to push harder to get them over my feet when I should deliver sat down and pulled the ending of the jean branch over my understructure. Instead, I am doubled over, my ass sticking up with my hands at my articulatio talocruralis and feet working at the cloth bundled in an unyielding mess.

When I felt something wet chute over my ass, my mind attempted to switch from the problem of my clothes to the feeling behind me. The second gear swipe of wetness caught me between my thigh and covered the length of my cunt. My creative thinker reacted in surprise, concern, and joy all at the same instant. I thought I was alone. I even looked specifically for the dog. Suddenly, as if he were a spook that didn't make any strait, he was licking my ass and puss. I stumbled forward, falling and landing on the dry land, rolling onto my back.

I looked down along my physical structure to see the dog sitting at my tangled feet. Again, it seemed like the Saame dog with the same well cared for and well-trained behavior. I could see a medallion hanging from the collar, but I couldn't make out what it said. This was definitely a pet and it didn't have the look of a pet who was lost. I struggled to my knees and looked around the surface area, again. If this was a pet, its possessor might be nearby. Or, perhaps the owner brought the dog out here to run and furrow coney and such and was trained well enough for it to return on its own. The rules explicitly required all dogs to be on a leash, but that was only a rule and people flaunted rules all the time.

I was leaning forward to peer through some branches when the dog did it, again. His wet snout bumped into my spreading thigh and the feel, Sir Thomas More than the bump, caused me to fall forward, again. This time I fell through some limb and the speech sound was manifest. That, of course, meant I had to scan around the area all over, again.

When I settled back down on my butt, I watched the dog as he watched me. My oculus drifted down his body and he was very definitely a ‘ he ’. Underneath his belly was a large cocktail dress with a blood-red tip poking out. The color was only the first thing that seemed dissimilar about it. My only experience with prick was Prakash and that minute experience and late oddment became plain here. I didn't know the dog's peter would be different, but it was.

His putz, though, wasn't what I was interested in except for the satisfaction that the dog was a male. Somehow, it seemed of import for the dog to be manful if it licked my pussy. It would be later before that thought would appear significant to me. Why would my cunt being licked by a female dog or homo be dissimilar ?

I had my opportunity in front line of me, sitting quietly, patiently. And, there I was, my jeans and panties down at my ankle, my shoes off to the incline. And, I was outside where I wanted to be. I leaned forward, trying not to do anything that might frighten the dog, and pulled the jean from my feet, then the panties. I piled them next to my shoes and chuck my thigh as the only way I could think of to draw in the dog. I added,"here, boy ”, and to my carry on surprisal and delight, the dog moved forward. If I was going to let this dog get personal with me, I wanted to get to know him just a little, anyway. The decoration on his taking into custody read,"Sheru ”, a Golden Retriever. His fur was well groomed despite what he picked up chasing through the brush. The name Sheru means social lion or tiger and given my circumstance, the name fit with the danger I was feeling.

I poked my foreland up and looked around, once more. It wasn't that I heard anything causing alarm or concerned, it was just nerves. I was about to do what I had dreamed about since the final chilling encounter.

With my hired man on the slope of his head,"Sheru, I want to be your extra friend and I want you to do something very exceptional for me. I am sure, or at least I think I am sure, you haven't ever done anything like this, but …"

I shook my promontory and looked into the eyes of the dog."What in the creation am I doing ? I'm talking to you as if you are going to understand. I'm spooky, Sheru. The talking is for my own nerves."

I leaned forward and his knife came out quickly and licked my face from my chin, over my lips, and to my nose. I giggled. Maybe he understood Thomas More than I gave him credit entry for. I took a deep breathing space and lay back to the terra firma. He was between my pegleg and I spread them further. This was unusual for me, too. I had never had anyone, or thing, biff or kiss me there. He and I were both going to be discovering things here. I took another deep hint, wanting very much to do this, but at the same time not believing I was about to do this.

On my back with my stage widely open, I closed my eye, and silently prayed I would not be attacked or mauled in the process of whatever happened next. I lifted my knees and overspread them out the way I had been doing before when I masturbate with the dildo. I knew I am wet ; I have been constantly. I raised my chief and looked at the dog. His hooter was sniffing and I knew he was picking up my scent. As his head lowered toward my crotch, I sucked in a lung-full of air. I held my breathing time in anticipation. My headland still up, I watched with excitement and disbelief. His rostrum was right there. I felt the air he expelled from his nose over my cunt lips. It sent a chill through my body despite the warmth of the day. I put my head teacher back and moaned at the sense, but when his tongue came out and licked the entire length of my bitch, I groaned and moaned over and over as his knife greedily lapped at my sex, which I was sure was leaking fluids and providing him with more incentive for licking.

I was quickly beside myself with the sensations and emotions crashing through me. I was outside ; I was being licked by a dog ; I was nearly nude outside ; my naked and exposed sex was spread out ; I could listen the plane above, see the plane ; I could hear the birds nearby, the swoon hum of traffic on the superhighway near the common ; I was outside. My torso was rising to an orgasm ! Outside ! By a dog ! A dog was the number one male person of any variety to work out my cunt. And, it was wonderful.

I wanted more. I wanted it to never end. I pulled my knees up to my chest, pushing my knee joint to the sides, completely and vulgarly exposing my twat to the athirst spit of the dog. I never felt so unprovoked, so vulnerable, so exposed, so at endangerment … and I never wanted it to end.

But it was about to. My sexual climax was rising to an unbelievable height. I felt like I might burst forth from my cunt outward. I clawed at my tee-shirt and bra, my fingers struggling to get underneath to crush my nipples, to pinch them, and to twist them. The pain was delicious and added to the rising virtuoso from the clapper, that howling knife. Then, it happened. My branch started shaking and flexing like wing of a struggling grounded Bronx cheer. When my sexual climax crashed over me, I thrust my coxa into the air as if that action might somehow make a more intense impinging with the tongue.

I remembered hearing a cry but it was moments before it dawned on me that the cry came from me. When that dawning settled on me, I scrambled from the dog to find my jeans and shoes. I quickly got dressed, tying my shoes before fully pulling my jeans up. I stood and looked around nervously as I fastened the press stud and zipper. I smoothed my tomentum and brushed the smoke, leaves, and turd from my dress as best I could. I looked around again, then exited my spot, worried that someone might have heard the cry and come to investigate.

Not seeing anyone coming, I took several deep intimation to calm myself as I descended to the course. Then, a whistle, a loud and demanding pennywhistle, carried through the air and the dog, Sheru, went bounding higher up the hill. Oh, no … the dog did come with someone !

CHAPTER III :

Again, the after-experience of what happened in the Park consumes my beingness in several direction. Not the least is the overwhelming sensory effect that exceeded anything my vision could anticipate. But, close behind those emotions was the cooling cognisance that the dog was not there alone, that his possessor had been nearby.

In short, the experience was EVERYTHING I could have got hoped for at the fourth dimension ! I achieved a mind-shattering, body-shaking climax that wasn't self-induced. In fact, it was the near, most intense, bedaze, and consuming coming of my life. And, something I had never experienced, I was the sole tending of a male while having any shape of sex. The dog … a dog ! … was the first male to fully focus his sweat on giving me sexual pleasure. Whether, in reality, the dog was really focused on an drive of giving me an orgasm or merely enjoying the scent and leakage coming from my slit, the result was the like. The dog gave to me without the condition that I was expected to contribute to him in any way or cast. My wholly experience previously had been the dutiful effort of matrimony for the production of a house. The idea of sex merely for its own pleasure, sharing, joy, and veneration had been unnamed. A dog showed me what the sex act could be.

But, there was also the chilling result produced by hearing the tin whistle and seeing Sheru's immediate reaction. There could be little question that the pennywhistle was intended for Sheru. The topic, though, was that the individual behind the whistling appeared to permit the dog pregnant freedom to wander on his own. The endangerment of others in the green finding me during any such activity was suddenly minimized by the question of the person who was calling the dog.

I was a woman on fire, though. That vision and retentiveness consumed not only every time I masturbated but became increasingly unmanageable to consider any other course of natural action in my new twistedly erotic considerateness. I became slightly scurrilous of my own physical structure. Standing before the mirror, it was as if my reflection was taunting me to action as I twisted, pinched, and pulled my nipples. I did the same to my clit, those stub throbbing from the fast-growing attending I gave them while my oculus focused on the natural process, my middle seeking the eyes of the woman in the mirror as if I was beseeching her to break. But, it continued and grew in very lowly steps. I attached clothespins to my nipples as I shoved the dildo into my puss. Who knew annoyance could be so enticing, erotic.

There was nothing to do, I realized, but to experience more and I found the increased risk of photograph, being found, was increasing the intense desire to do something more.

Something more was the key. I could easily go back to the green and masturbate and I did. The dog was around, I saw it, but it seemed held back somehow. It even seemed to see me, but it never came. I saw it look at me, directly at me, then backward, back and forth before running away from me. It sent frisson down me that day when I questioned if the dog's proprietor was keeping it from coming to me. Did the owner know I was there or was it merely a co-occurrence of timing ? And, if it was timing, then the dog might come to me and the proprietor come shortly after. The thought process sent a chill through me. It also excited me. It also worried me. I was becoming so needy of release and experience. It was seeming like a spiral of need and craving, the end of which I didn't understand.

This took hold in my mind increasingly. What could I do to get new elements of danger without involving the dog or brazenly being naked or nearly so in Park ? I had previously gone out for walks in the neighborhood around the apartment without underwear on. That was thrilling at the time, but in consideration of what I had done in the Park, it was very dependable. I considered how I could contrive that character of experience to another level. I came up with wearing one of my sarees with only a top. I had various that were semi-sheer and others that were solid. As I considered the idea, I wondered if a semi-sheer was too practically of a peril. Of track, putting active thought into the thought had the predictable effect of pushing me in that direction.

I went outside wearing a saree and focused on where I might walk, sit, pass shops, etc. I watched myself in windowpane of shops and any mirror I might ascertain inside shops. Wearing a sari in Republic of India is common and natural. There is no more thought to it than wearing a dress in Western countries. A Saree, though, is not anything like a dress.

The saree is essentially wrapping a length of fabric around your body. Normally, the wrapper is over a form-fitting top, which is over a bra. Below, a petticoat over panties is jade. In a normal covering, wearing both top and petticoat, you hold the saree interior end with the left hand hand, making sure the bottom is at base level, tucking the top boundary line into the petticoat. The saree is passed around the presence while maintaining the like height to the floor. Keeping the top sharpness level, tucking a little into the petticoat to keep the saree firmly in blank space. Pleats are formed by folding from the right and tucking the border. Tucking the plait into the petticoat, the pleats should fall straight. Then, bringing around the sari, holding it to the right and passing it to the left, arranging the border evenly. Then d**** it over your left shoulder allowing the end piece to shine casually.

It is often, if not generally, worn with a desolate mid-drift. I studied it in the mirror. The way it is worn and hangs, it must be worn with a top because of how it hangs and d****s. Below, however, from the waist down, the body is covered, with or without a petticoat. I was rummy, though, about malarky. I retrieved a trading floor fan and arranged it near the mirror. I took the saree off and removed the petticoat. How do I do the tucks without a petticoat ? Perhaps by just using a slim belt ammunition ? I put a thinly belt at my hip, then put the sari back on. It takes several minutes and I was deliberate to arrive at the tucks secure each time. Having tucks give way without a petticoat would be most unenviable. Once completed, I turned the fan on at a low f number to try a normal wind amphetamine in the streets due to wind and motortruck and cars. As I turned, it was possible for the crimp to climb up up when the air caught it just right. I found, though, that for my ass to fully show, I needed to read the sheepfold by helping hand and pull it across the backrest of my pegleg. It was an elaborate attempt, but it was possible to do and it involved several hazard depending on the rapier, the security measure of the belted ammunition, the idle words, and the material.

I knew where this was going, too. The risks were all doable and that was becoming insufferable. I needed the component of risk. I needed the element of not having everything within my control condition. I elected to use a semi-transparent sari textile. Normally, it is worn over an elaborate top or fashion bra along with a patterned half-slip since some of it might be visible. The sheer sarees are very much worn with fashion tops and bottoms.

I tried on a semi-sheer sari but selected one that was heavily patterned and less sheer as a result. The eye would be caught by the lapping patterns and fabric layers.

I knew where I wanted to walk. It was very populated with old and unseasoned and quite occupy. It would be perfect. I live in the Sunder Nagar district which is bordered by New Link route to the Mae West and Swami Vivekanand road to the east and Goregaon - Mulund linkup Road to the Dixieland. Between these is a dominion known for educational institutes including schools and colleges.

Sunder Nagar is mostly Hindustani ( 75 % ) and the rest is mainly Moslem. There are bakery and other shops in the domain. I intend to rivet my walk along Sunder Nagar Road past many store, a school, and respective colleges with my destination being the Sunder Nagar Garden. This is a large greenness infinite with bodily process for all ages. A resort area for Whitney Young c***dren and kinsfolk and football game, cricket, and badminton flat coat for stripling and Brigham Young men ( mostly ). There is a walking track of 600 meters.

When I exited the construction, I was immediately hit with the opinion of photograph. Whether or not I was mattered little. The the great unwashed who looked my way as I merged onto the pass I was convinced were seeing through my saree below my waist. The boost I walked, the more comfortable I started becoming as I found the people coming toward me were not staring transfixed at my groin. But, the people behind me became my worry. I noticed that even I tended to notice the backs of people because your choice are restricted when surrounded by others.

I moved off the face and stopped. I quickly turned to seem into mass's faces but did not find evidence of anyone smirking or staring at me.

I walked the full Sunder Nagar Garden background and spent about of my time away from the fellowship domain, just in case. There was a chemical group of Young men playing football and others standing along the sides watching. I surveyed the area and chose a space away from the activity but near plenty to be watching. I looked around to set where mass were, then reached behind and pulled the saree fold across the binding of my wooden leg to bring out my ass and branch. I felt the air motility over my bare skin and it felt so distasteful. It was what I felt at Sanjay Indira Nehru Gandhi Park, but this was a inhabit, busybodied domain. I quickly dropped the folds back in place, fussing with it to be sure it had fallen completely.

I was literally dripping when I returned to the apartment. I knew, someday, I would take the chance to do much more. How I would sleep with to be naked under a semi-sheer saree. But, I could never do such a thing. I had enjoyed it so much and continued for so long that I was running out of time for having dinner prepare when Prakash returned from work. He was meticulous in his timing, always where he intended to be when he intended to be there. He insisted his sprightliness run a set and predetermined course and schedule. To him it was everything. I was realizing how stifling it was for me. I was feeling More and more stifled by this sprightliness and being. I had this personal expectation to attend, but there was to a lesser extent and less to cave in. My animation was becoming an endless repetition of terrestrial duties. The only affair he wished from me was cook, clean, and provide a nervy environs for him when he returned from his work. My newfound erotic cravings were making this creation seem less and less tolerable. I also knew, though, there was nil to be done about it. It was my biography. It was the life I was given to have, to serve my husband. If I somehow managed to find other pleasures, no topic how thrilling and engaging they might be, I had little tangible alternative in life than the post I had.

I went back to searching the internet. I was intrigued by what I saw of the dog. A cherry cock with a pointy tip ? I thought a cock was a cock. This wasn't.

I was shocked by what I found on the internet. I searched for information on dog cocks and found plenty of that. I found scientific data about the norm of cocks based on breed and size and similar information about human male that included comparisons based on ethnicity. There were dog pecker every bit as big as the average size of men. But, as I found just by looking at the tip of Sheru in the parkland, the human body and use of dog prick were very different. Not the least of the difference was a protuberant formation at the base of the prick that was alike to a musket ball. I was intrigued that it was an evolutionary effort to ameliorate insemination of the female dog by locking the two together when the knot had swelled inside the female.

I sat back and looked at the motion-picture show of the dog shaft, my focus continually diverted to the knot. I wondered if that naut mi wasn't painful. My curiosity led to a modification of the search. I was curious if there was anything showing dogs fucking and possibly with a human being womanhood. I don't recognize how I could be surprised by anything I found on the internet, anymore. There were pages of hunting resultant role. I found word-painting of charwoman penetrated by dogs, their slit distended by the knot inside. I went to retrieve my dildo, turning it to a eminent stage setting, and inserting it into my own pussy before continuing my limited review on the computer.

My next venture of ‘ enquiry'turned to videos. The fucking of frump was unbalanced and frantic. Many seemed to demand some help at some pointedness as the dog seemed to have a unmanageable clock time penetrating the womanhood and staying on her. I went back to hunting for that inquiry. I found that dogs initiated insight with fiddling or no exposure of their rooster from the sheath. Most of their erection normally occurred during penetration and early fucking. Then, the naut mi eventually formed with increased blood flow and they were locked together before his climax.

The most challenging photos and videos to me were the 1 capturing the knot inside the woman's cunt, then the gaping hole in her after the dog finally pulled out. The TV showing the volume of cum streaming out was surprising. I happened on a loop video of the nautical mile coming out and cum streaming out with it. I let it loop repeatedly as I assisted the dildo with my fingers, climaxing myself with a shattering sexual climax in front of the laptop.

I quickly looked at the clock on the lower right of the screen, then relaxed as I found plenty of clip. I walked to the large window and stood before it, my fingers casually exploring my wet and very pliable cunt mouth and scuttle after the nice orgasm. I squeezed my pap with the early hand as my eyes rose to the Sanjay Gandhi National Park in the distance. I had one extended experience with a dog. Only one. I hadn't been able to get it out of my head since. I wanted that experience, again. The same experience, even with the credit of the peril that there was an owner in the expanse somewhere. Now, though, the craving had morphed into something much more, more involved, more obscene, more bestial, and more dangerous. Being seen masturbating would be bad. Being seen licked by a dog would be worse. But, being seen fucked by a dog ? Yet, each dance step in my imagining sent my bosom racing, my breath was taken away, and my cunt dripping.

Could I allow myself to be fucked by the dog ? His cock tip was showing. He must have had some recognition of the situation and potency, even if he hadn't been with a cleaning lady, the scent was there and he would key on that. Perhaps, if I avoided the naut mi, it could be managed. If I could avoid being tied to the dog, it could be like being licked. Then, the jeopardy wouldn't be any greater.

As I stood before the turgid window, my finger idly touching my nipples and cunt lips, I thought about the pictures and TV I had seen on the electronic computer filmdom. The knot seemed so large compared to the cocks, how did they dawn ? But, if they can manage it to a dog gripe, it can certainly happen to a woman. That was obvious based on the videos and pictures. Could I do this new thing ? It's one thing to masturbate and it's another to let a dog lick you. What about letting a dog mount you, fuck you ? Could I do that ? Could I do that out there, in the loose, almost ?

Again, I really didn't inquiry where my resolve would lead me. It was almost like I was on some kind of way of life that I didn't know where it would lead, but I knew I couldn't get off, either, even if I wanted to get off. And, I wasn't sure I would want to. I had been ignored for so long, frustrated for so long. What was happening to me now was beyond my imaginings and fantasies. At times, it was almost like I didn't tutelage what might go on to me, but it did matter and I did care. I had to wish. I would have cypher if …

I ambled along the path and pretended pastime in the tidy sum to allow the other hoi polloi who had been surrounding me to motivate ahead and around the bend in the track. This seemed to be an unusually busy day in the Park. I hadn't noticed anything special about the day, but something must be bringing the crowd out. Maybe, it might just have been the beautiful day. A tempest had gone through the night before leaving illuminate skies and air that seemed somehow fresh, which isn't normal for a city with this many people, traffic, and industry.

When I decided it was rubber to move off the path and not disembowel attention, I started up the slope, scanning the hillside in front of me and above as I picked my footing. I was thinking this might not be a day when the dog was here when I suddenly heard a playful barque ahead and to my left. It was a undivided sound that seemed more like a greeting than a serial publication of barks indicating a playful exercise. I stopped, looked up, and watched as the dog came bounding along the hillside. Interesting to me that it wasn't coming directly toward me or searching the soil as it might if searching for a clump or stick thrown, but it seemed to head in the general direction of the position of our premature meetings.

I wasn't sure enough if that was rational, but I hurried my gait while I scanned around me with finicky tending to the area the dog had come from, half expecting to recover a human pursual at a distance in hunting of his pet.

I stood just outside the cluster of brush and small trees that created my protect outer space. I continued to glance over above and below for anyone else walking off the path. As I was, the dog ambled to me, stopping 20 feet in figurehead of me. When I glanced down, I found him patiently sitting as if awaiting my direction. It was the same dog. I didn't even need to look closely at his medallion gently swaying beneath his collar, the reflection of sunlight glinting off the lustrous metallic element. I found myself relieved it was the like dog and spooky at the same sentence. The relief came from a feeling of big familiarity. The nervousness came from a common sense of pushing my luck with repeated coming upon with the same a****l that had to be in the Park with an owner who had to be somewhere in the worldwide area. Even if this owner was trusting and tolerant enough to countenance the dog considerable free-rein to wander and track, which time would he find upon to succeed close by ?

I pushed that thought aside, however. These brush with the dog had become something I could no longer logically explicate or rationalise. I felt as though my lifetime had changed into a mundane, number, and rote existence that had no former meaning then filling the fourth dimension space between the experiences I devised for myself, experiences that had an increased risk but also reward. My dull and ordinary bicycle life sentence seemed to be now careening down a mountain route of precipitous curves and switchbacks while my brakes were slowly leaking fluid and the ability to keep in line my downslope. As frightening as the peril was, the notion of exhilaration and being alive was greater.

When I moved into the midst of the growth, Sheru followed behind me. I knelt in straw man of him and he licked my case playfully. I giggled at the feeling of him covering my face. The feeling coming over me wasn't that of a playful pet giving lick but of a male kissing me. It was in my straits and I knew that, but it had been so long since I had received eager care my mind made the jump of acceptation immediately.

Without any more than concern about my surrounds or the act I was about to attempt to perform, I reached under the dog and stroked his belly. When I touched his cocktail dress, which was my goal, I think I flinched as much as the dog did. He stood briefly but sat back in the same spot he had been, apparently willing to accept these advances from me. Then, I thought maybe I could make my intent a little more obvious even to a dog. I sat back, removed my shoes and socks, then stood and pushed my dungaree and pantie off my hip joint and down my legs. He sniffed at me when I stood in front man of him. When I spread my legs, his snout moved between my thigh sniffing before his tongue shot out and licked me, again. I shivered from the tinge. The signature I had one time considered so unconscionable and decadent was now only a prelim for much more.

I knelt future to him, my hired hand returning to his belly. When my finger again found his cocktail dress, his forefront moved to me, his tongue imbrication at my case. I giggled. Not only did I come about upon a uncoerced male, but one that was appreciative. While he licked my face, I stroked his case and felt his cock coming out. This was new for me. Prakash didn't give the opportunity or designate desire for playfulness during the set sex we had. As my fingerbreadth stroked his bare, exposed turncock, the dog flinched and whined. I remembered something I read online. Any tool protected in a cocktail dress is quite sensitive when exposed. I brought my bridge player up to my face and licked it liberally, then let the dog poke it, and I returned to touching his bring out cock. I could feel a fluid coming from the tip and smeared it over my fingerbreadth. I moved the dog to the background so I could see what I was doing to him and what upshot I was having. I was surprised to see how much dick was now exposed. I could also see more fluid forming at the tip of his cock. The more I smeared over my digit and transferred to his cock, the Thomas More fluid formed. It was truly an interesting organ for my inexperient mind to behold. A narrow tip that grew thicker and narrowing slightly toward the sheath.

With him on the ground, I moved to his snout, my knees positioned on either incline of it. He was immediately aware and reached forward to lap at my drooling pussy. Cunt. Using that wrangle before was so base and decadent. Now, a dog lapping at it after I had been fingering his rooster, cunt seemed to be the sodding Son for it, maybe for me, especially if I continued along the direction I was headed.

I looked down at him, then listened intently around me. I rose as high as I could while remaining on my knees. I neither saw nor heard anyone around me. It was now or back out. This was too much. I couldn't back out now ! I had to see what it was like.

I moved to my manpower and articulatio genus like I had seen on the internet. The dog came up behind me, licked at my cunt and ass respective multiplication, then he seemed to take aim over. He jumped onto my backbone, his front legs going around my shank. The flavor of fur on my lower back was sensuous. The first stab of his cock at my rear woke me up and reminded me of how wrong and right this was. A dog was on my back and he was probing with his cock to witness my twat porta. He probed and probed. His cock was striking my butt cheek and around my slit. The pointy, bony cock hurt after a few stabs. He released me and I felt as frustrated as he sounded as he walked around me before he remounted me. This time I tried something different. He was extended out of his cocktail dress. I watched with enthrallment as his extended shaft bobbed beneath him as he walked around me. All he needed was to riddle me, then I was sure we would be good.

I reached back, first around my hip but that was too inapt. I shifted my hand between my thighs, felt his cock stabbing at me, felt it glance off my ribbon and hit me near my cunt. I shifted my manus up slightly and the next stabbing slid over my palm and into my opening. I pressed back against him and he used his front legs to pull me back and himself forward, driving his cock deep into me. I reached back to maintain his hind leg, just for a moment, in case.

It was delirious ! A shaft ! I had a tool inside me, again ! It felt wonderful and awful and perfect and decadent. I felt everything he did to me. He relaxed his presence legs slightly, moved forward and took me firmly with his legs, again. His nooky was like zilch I had experience. True, my experience was marginal, but nothing I imagined prepared me for the onslaught of fucking I received. I gasped and moaned in a continuous chorus line of muffle strait, barely maintaining some awareness of my milieu and circumstance.

I felt something banging against my cunt on the exterior, pressing against my brim and opening, pressing and stretching my opening. For moments, I was too consumed by the experience to connect what was happening. When it did, I tried pulling away from the a****l, fearing the knot entering me, but his branch around my waist held me in plaza. I was just a squawk to him at this point. He was mating and his instinct was to knot me. The more I squirmed and moved, the more movement there was of his cock inside me. He was stabbing me, rubbing along my cunt walls, penetrating me deeper than I had been fucked before by my husband. My organic structure reacted the only way it could with all the stimulation, a****listic nature of the act, and my psyche's overdrive of conflicting touch. I orgasmed !

One moment my entire body fit into bliss, fervour, and ecstasy. The next second that formal of physical body on the base of Sheru's cock was inside my cunt. My coming must have loosened my hatchway, eliminated just enough resistor. His cock drove suddenly abstruse inside me. The nautical mile felt monumental inside me, filling me more completely. His cock was still driving at me, but the knot restricted his movement. I forgot about the ramification of the nautical mile and only focused on what was happening inside me. The peter and knot were both growing, swelling. He pulled back against my scuttle to push up further into me, but the knot restricted him. Instead, something unexpected and unknown region happened. The mi pressed against me inside, somewhere inside me and behind my clitoris. Whatever it was, the pressure was galvanizing and acute, jounce of fiery titillating stimulation coursing from my snatch into my organic structure. I felt it on my button, in my nipples, and sent chills and goosebumps up my neck and into my scalp.

I was crashing into another orgasm when I felt his cock inside jerky and pulse violently. The next maven was my cunt being washed in warm spurts of dog cum. I cried out. I couldn't helper it. I didn't want to or intend to, but my mouth joined the rest of my body in joyous release.

As my dead body descended from the orgasmic peak previously unconquered, my mind rose up to the turmoil of my billet. Not only did I joyously cry out my euphoria, I was now tied to the dog. My mind replayed the videos I had seen. The char were stuck to the dog for moments, maybe many. How was I to know ? The video were snippets of action only. Suddenly, my spike heard sounds everywhere around me. The smallest sound of a leaf in the wind against the branchlet was some somebody crashing through the skirmish concealing me.

The dog whimpered as he tugged to free himself. He had done something I thought should be impossible. He raised his leg over me and was now standing facing the opposite direction. We were ass-to-ass. I had seen it in videos, but somehow it didn't seem so meaning then. I didn't understand. I hadn't seen how the dog got into that position, only that he was. He pulled and I could palpate my slit pull away from my body. I gasped and shuddered. That same adept was happening, again. The nautical mile was pressing on that spot. I raised my hips up and the knot jammed against that spot inside me with extra effect. I realized I could cum all over again. I shivered at the mentation. Twice, already, I have climaxed and I was thinking of doing so, again ? Yes, I was ! It felt so scrumptious, so detestable, so … decadent. A dog had just fucked me !

After another humble orgasm, the knot seemed to stretch my lips and opening to escape. I fell to the ground and the dog lay near me and started licking his cock. I slipped my arm under my face and watched. I watched his natural language, the same tongue that had pleasured me, bat his own cock clean.

My hands trembled and shook as I got dressed in the confines of my hiding spot. Sheru had left min before. He seemed to break apart through the copse and ran for the upgrade I saw him come over before. He seemed so noisy in leaving I delayed my leaving for many more than proceedings to avoid being seen also coming out of the same spot. In fact, I exited the opposite way. My legs were sapless and rickety, uncertain underneath me as I made my way back to the path.

Back at place, I relive that experience over and over. If Prakash has been non-responsive to me, I was now to him. I thought only about that expereince. I relived it, seeing it in detail as if I were watching it find to person else. At night, I dream about it and feared that my speech sound might alert Prakash to something unusual.

Standing in nominal head of the mirror, again, naked and excited. When I stripped away the terror of the risk I took, what remained was the memory, the feeling of being fucked … finally, fucked. The feelings come back with fierce recognition and chilling fervour. New thoughts fight for consideration. Pushing aside the ever-present terror and awe for brief moments, the desire to relive those feelings come rushing in. In those moments, surrounded by the fear, was the recognition of fulfillment. fulfilment of motivation that have been missing, vacant for so recollective. Could I risk it, again ? Could I not ?

The mirror is my window into my somebody and desires. I have come to see the figure of speech of myself as the real me, the me that demands to be released. And, that double is taunting me, challenging me, daring me. Her tit are extended, even for her. I spread my ramification for her to show me the puss that enjoyed the dog. She smiles at me as her branch bedcover. I see her cunt lips as plain as her mammilla standing out majestic and pleading to be touched. I see her move a script to a nipple, pinching it and smiling at me as she does it.

I looked at her in the mirror."Slut ”."Bitch ”."Dog-bitch !"I looked at her side. quite than be humiliated and ashamed, though, she smiled back at me. I try again,"aspect at your pussy lips showing there, begging to be seen and used. You liked the dog parting those lips, didn't you ? You liked being a bitch for that dog."She only smiled back at me. Her eyes shined with hullabaloo at the memory.

I look into her eyes. I smiled at her and nodded my straits in understanding. I understand her. I confessed to myself and her,"What I wouldn't do for a man who could regularly give me this release and pleasure !"

CHAPTER FOUR :

I returned to the commons a couple more times, skipping a day in-between sojourn so as not to arouse suspicion from anyone, especially Prakash, if he should notice. The dog wasn't there. One day I spotted a wander dog in the aloofness, but after Sheru I didn't want to gamble on my safety with a stray.

On the tertiary visit, as I climbed up the slope from the way, I spotted a dog in the like location where I had seen Sheru go far before. This dog wasn't Sheru, however. This was a German sheepman, but it acted much the Same way Sheru had. This dog came over the ridge, saw me and stopped. He seemed to bet back at something and turned back to me. I took a hazard on calling to it since despite not being Sheru it didn't spirit like a stray. I bent over and clapped my hands together, then patted my thighs hoping it would take those actions as indicators of my calling him. I didn't want to verbally anticipate out to him for fear of drawing aid to me and my location.

As the dog trotted toward me, then moved faster as I continued to advance him, I looked around to affirm that I was still alone and not being watched, then stepped back into the brush and trees. The dog stopped outside, then followed the narrow down path I had created into my hiding location, his posterior wagging furiously.

I knelt on the ground and offered him the back of my hired man. His sniffed it and allowed me to scratch his ear. Despite being a short intimidated by High German sheepherder, this dog had an affectionate and playful disposition. Reassured by his attitude, I looked closer at him and found he had the Lapplander collar as Sheru's. The medallion hanging from it read,"Balaji ”, which I knew meant substantial. Looking at the a****l, I had no incertitude about that.

As I rubbed his neck, I felt something attached to the collar. I stood and looked at the object to notice what looked like a gimcrack cellular phone. But what would a dog be doing with a mobile phone phone ? I was still stroking the head and neck of the dog when I heard the phone first buzzing. I took it off the collar and opened it to detect a text message had arrived. I open the messenger.

‘ Yes, this phone is for you. I would like to pass with you through it.'

What ? I texted back, ‘ Who are you ?'

‘ An supporter, only.'

‘ What do you want ?'

‘ Nothing. Sheru is my dog. So is Balaji. I know you have enjoyed Sheru. I hoped you would also enjoy Balaji.'

‘ You've seen ?'

‘ LOL. No. I have only seen Sheru go into the crotch hair with you. You have enjoyed him, haven't you ?'

Oh, no ! Someone knows ! ‘ What do you want from me ?'

‘ I told you, nothing. I don't know who you are and won't try to determine out. My entirely pastime is in trying to help oneself you.'

This was too lots. individual unknown to me knows what I have been doing ! My big nightmare if he were to tell someone, go public, have pic. NO !

I burst out of the bushes and sprinted down the incline to the track. I was still running when I arrived at the start of the lead. When I stopped to arrest my hint and frame myself, I realized the sound had buzzed several fourth dimension. I opened it, again, finding a series of other text edition messages. I quickly shut the phone, jammed it into a bet on pocket of my jeans and left the Park.

I buried the phone in one of my skid in the book binding of my W.C.. I ignored it for the rest of the day and nighttime. I had to decide what I wanted to do. Did I need to plan now for the big ? What could I possibly plan ? If I was exposed, I would be exposed. What potential account or story could I hatch to explain away such a disclosure ?

I fretted all through dinner, the evening and throughout the night. I tossed and turned, getting little kip as my mind imagined all variety of possibilities, all bad. All through the following day, evening, and night, it was only marginally better. The day after I began thinking the person on the other phone might not have meant trauma to me, after all. Then, another dreadful mentation came to me. He had purchased both earphone. Couldn't he use the built-in GPS to track the phone I had ? How did that work ? Was that function he could make do or did he need to go through the cellular telephone service to get that entropy ?

I retrieved the phone from my hiding smear in the closet. I powered it up and looked at the text subject matter from before. I was struck by his live on text : I told you, nothing. I don't know who you are and won't try to come up out. My just interest is in trying to help you.

It was the last one sent before I shut the headphone off. The other texts he sent were enquiring if I was still there. Obviously, I wasn't. I sat down to think this through. All those encounter were with his dogs and he had been aware of it and continued to bring his click for me to encounter. Never had he approached or intruded. If he was there somewhere, he was a long way off. He never was close enough to see into the bushy field where I was and was never visibly penny-pinching when I left. Maybe he didn't want anything. Maybe he really didn't intend to intrude on my privacy by finding out who I was. I wondered, then, what did he mean by ‘ my lone interest is in trying to help you'?

I prepared a text subject matter and sent it. ‘ What did you think of you only want to try to help me ?'I was expecting there would be a hold to get a reply since I had waited several day. Instead, the phone buzzed almost instantly.

‘ I am deeply sorry I scared you. Not my intention.'

‘ Why are you doing this ?'

‘ You intrigue me. It was an accident that I saw Sheru going into the bushes. I wondered what he was doing.'

‘ The first metre when I shrieked ?'

‘ Yes, I wondered what he had done, but when you returned, I assumed it wasn't bad.'

‘ What did you think might be happening ?'

‘ I wasn't sure at first, but when he returned to me, his cock was exposed some. The following clip it was fully out.'

‘ And ?'

‘ And I knew. He is a stud dog in my dog house. Balaji is too, by the way.'

There was a pause, an electronic silence hanging between us. I didn't know what to say in payoff. He had known.

‘ Say it. Say what he did to you.'

I stared at the headphone. Say it ? That's the absurd, why would I admit such a thing ? To a unknown ? But, it was his dog. He already knows. And, something was happening within me. This dialog, like it was flipping a switch inside me. Before I knew what I was doing, my fingers were flying over the piffling keys.

‘ He fucked me. Your dog fucked me.'

‘ Was it dependable ? Was it what you were hoping it to be ?'

‘ Thomas More. It was beyond my imagining. I was trying to avoid the grayback, but …'Why am I telling him all this ?

‘ But ?'

‘ I orgasmed and the naut mi pressed inside.'

‘ That's when you cried out.'

He had heard it ! ‘ Yes. I loved it, though. I was just scared of being tied if mortal came along.'There was another electronic muteness and I wondered if the connection was broken.

‘ Can you come to the parkland tomorrow, 11:00 AM ? I will bring Balaji. I think you will like him, too.'

He's setting me up for a rendezvous with his dog ! I remembered the substance,"I can aid you."Am I crazy ? But, even he can tell I need this, desire it, crave it. The piffling bit he has witnessed, he understands me.

‘ Yes. 11:00.'

I shut the telephone and powered it off. My hands were shaking. I put the telephone inside my track shoes I would be wearing tomorrow. Now I have person pimping his dog to me ? I walked to the mirror in the chamber and removed my clothes. I looked into the eyes of my image.

"He's sending his dogs to you to bask. He's sending his dogs to you to fuck."I looked down at her chest to find the mamilla becoming more put up, straining outward. I parted my legs and she duplicated the movement. Her lips were already glistening with her stimulation."You really are a dog-bitch, aren't you ? Even if all you can get is dog-cock, it is sound enough."Her oculus were sparkling, her mouth turned into a smile, and her nous nodded.

I was vertiginous when I arrived at the Park and made my way to the location within the brush I had been using for my out-of-door playing with the dogs. I noticed as I left the main way of life that my visits up the incline had begun wearing a faint course into the wild grasses. As I approached the cluster of brushwood and pocket-size trees that formed my secluded spot, I looked up to the ridge above and checked my lookout man. It was only a few min before 11:00 AM. I surveyed around me, checking into the distance, and was satisfied there was cypher else who might cast nearby.

I heard a bark and I looked in the direction of the sound to detect a declamatory dog similar to Balaji and the bod of a man against the scope and sky. The dog bounded ahead of the man, stopped briefly, then bound down the gradient toward me. The man stopped at the ridgeline and settled onto the dry land. He was no longer hiding his presence, though he remained at a distance that I could not recognise his features, therefore, he could not discern mine. Still, though, seeing the man I had been texting sent a shiver through my body as I watched the dog approach. The impact of the change in the situation hit me fully. The dog approaching me belonged to the man up on the pitcher's mound who had arranged this prison term for all of us to be in the same place. And, the alone rationality for that arrangement of time was for me to be mounted by his dog. There was no longer any whodunit about it. It wasn't a doubt of if there was an owner of the dog. There was an proprietor of the dog, and he was right there on the hill.

I turned, stooped, and stepped into the area of brush and little Tree. A moment later, the dog followed me. I was already kneeling when he came right to me. As I stroked his head and neck, I checked his collar and tag. It was the same German language Shepherd, Balaji. He sat in battlefront of me. I stroked him and, not knowing any other way, used the same approach to him that I had with Sheru. I slowly worked my hand onto his side and belly, then down by his sheath with a few ‘ accidental'glancing touch along the side of meat of the sheath. He reacted the same as Sheru, a slim flinch, but cipher to a greater extent. With my aspect alongside his, I was intention on what my hand was doing underneath him so I was surprised to get a long, wet lick over the face of my face. I turned my face directly to him and closed my eyes as he began licking my face. It was at that here and now that I took hold of his cocktail dress and the cock inside.

The tip of his turncock was already poking out and the precum coming from it provided the lubrication I needed to lead off stroking his dick as it escaped the protective covering of the sheath. In moments, there was enough cock exposed I felt it was good. I stood in front of the dog and opened my jeans. I pried off my running shoe, then pushed my jean and step-in down my legs. Strange how doing this in forepart of the dog caused a self-conscious feeling as if he were a someone who might judge or appraise what I was showing him. I don't think he was, but he seemed to be appreciating what was happening because his turncock grew from the sheath another inch or so.

Naked now below the waist, I went to my hands and knees in straw man of him. As I could induce predicted with even my determine experience, his tongue first went to my cunt and ass, licking me various time. It felt marvelous, the knife glide over my wet bitch lips. It took a dog to commit attention to my pussy with lips and tongue. I giggled at what the dog was willing to do for me that my husband would never consider. I moaned at the thought of what was to come shortly and that it took dogs to have me cock after all these years.

I reached back with a paw to push his rostrum away and pat my ass, hoping to have him climb me. After a few tries, he did, jumping onto my cover, his furry belly on my bare ass and downcast back. I remembered last metre and slipped a helping hand between my branch and with a little aid from me, he with driving his cock into my cunt with lupus erythematosus painful stabbing. I gasped loudly at the penetration and followed that with late moans of satisfaction as the turncock quickly began thrusting, the frantic fucking that, again, took my breath away.

Balaji was unassailable and more aggressive than Sheru had been. It took some getting used to, but it became thrilling and furious. I found all I could do was plant my knee and hands into the ground and hold myself unwavering against his onslaught. His rear fundament shifted as he attempted to gain estimable footing and leverage with which to drive his cock into his new beef. I pressed back against him, holding a steady and steadfast military position for him to bonk against. And, it was what I became, a beef. I realized my mouth was emitting a steady flow of low, guttural moans, gasps, and moan. I heard nothing but the sounds coming from my mouth, the oink and panting from the dog, and the squishing of our conjugation organs, his cock drive into my wet and drooling cunt. If anything was happening outside the brushwood protection, I had no cognisance of it and, at the instant, I could have cared less.

It was as if all the frustration and need from the years of being ignored was being pushed out of my body with each frenetic, phrenetic thrust. It wasn't that Sheru hadn't been as good fucking me, but I hadn't been released for him. I was still skittish, doubtful, and self-aware. This time, I came prepared to release myself, to fully give myself to whatever dog was brought to me. There was no doubt, care, or wondering about a dog on this sojourn. I knew there would be a dog. The possessor who I was communicating with would give one here for me. I came knowing I was going to fuck a dog. And, I was. Gloriously and with abandon.

The grayback was pressing against my opening. Unlike the previous time when I tried not to be tied, I pressed back against the dog pressing at me. I wanted it all, again. The dog and I worked together, though he was more forceful in his glide slope. He stretched me. The picayune experience I had was sufficient, though, to empathise what was happening and what was going to happen later. I was like an a****l, myself. I wanted more, all, everything. I teased myself in the mirror of being a bitch, a slut. But, the communications with the man, the owner, something snapped assailable inside me. Again, something happened, another door opened, and I was going to rush through it. What would bump later, would materialise. Now, though, now I was going to be thoroughly fucked and tied to Balaji, be his bitch. What was happening to me ? How could I care ? At that moment, the nautical mile stretched me decent to pop into my cunt, filling me, pressing his cock deeper into my cunt.

The dog pulled back to pound into me, but his movement was constricted. The genuine effect, though, was pressing his nautical mile firmly, roughly against that spot inside me and I exploded. My intact body seemed to respond. The orgasm shook my limbs, my breadbasket twitched, my toes curled, my cunt clasped around the dick and mi inside. My scalp tingled and I shivered from my metrical foot to my head.

I was no sooner coming down from that explosive orgasm and I felt his cock spasm and jerk inside me. I pulled away from him as I felt his cum spurt deep inside. I wasn't trying to get away. My body, if not my brain, connected to that patch inside me and the grayback inside me. I pulled, jamming my hips up, cramming his naut mi against that maculation. I came, again.

I was lying on my back, exhausted. I looked to ascertain Balaji off to the English casually licking his pecker clean. When I moved, he looked at me. I smiled at him, a smiling I meant to be meaningful, but he was just a dog.

I heard that phone bombilation. I dug it out of my jeans and opened it. There were repeated text edition from him.

‘ Stay where you are. Let Balaji come in out first. Someone heard you. I will disquiet him.'

Oh, no ! But, then I realized. Not only do I have someone providing me give chase, but he is watching over me, too. I struggled to slip my panty and denim on. I marveled, again, at the amount of cum that dogs gave. I put my skid on and stretched my head up to see a man slowly, curiously, stepping off the path in my management. I got Balaji to stand and pushed him through the bushes. As soon as he was visible, I heard a loud whistle from further up the gradient and heard Balaji running toward the man as he called loudly to it, scolding it for wandering off. I check in the other direction to bump the curious man watching the dog, then returning to the path.

I hadn't realized I was holding my breath until I expelled it in stand-in. Disaster avoided. And I started giggling.

CHAPTER FIVE :

All the thrilling experiences and worked up shivering of doing them in the green paled in equivalence to the last experience. And, it had little to do with Balaji or Sheru. But, knowing that the man, the proprietor of the dogs, was there, watching and aware transport my reactions over the top. It wasn't just that I thought he might be around somewhere ; or, that soul might be suspicious by my movement up the slop ; or, someone might try something unusual. No, it was all of them … in nigra. When I got the school text warning me about the man on the route who heard my cry, it scared me to my core. But, as strange as it might sound, it also excited me. That the man, the owner, was on the slope above waiting and watching, fully cognisant and encouraging of me being mounted by his dog, was beyond anything else. The piece of tail was wonderful. The emotional reaction to the mise en scene took my orgasmic reaction to another level.

After that experience, the texting messages became more personal. He was emboldened by my expressions of gratitude and my responses to the hearten comments became burbly. He asked me how it felt during the fucking by the dogs ; what the gnarl felt like ; how much cum they shot into me. Initially, it was a combination of intrusive and humiliating, but I couldn't barricade myself from responding back to him with answers that soon became detail and expressed the excitement I had felt.

As I shared in some contingent about the feeling of the gnarl stretching my pussy to enter or exit, about the current of dog-cum draining from my cunt after, about the feeling of the dog's fur on my bare lower back, he started asking personal questions, not about the act but about my sexual experience. I quickly discerned that he assumed my sexual experience must suffer been encompassing that I was venturing into using strange dogs. When I confessed that I had been mostly naïve and only accidentally fell into eyetooth activity, he became more intrigued and honed his questions deeper into my life sentence. Since we were using texting, this process was time-consuming with abbreviated expressions for description.

The eldritch thing was, after a couple of days of confidant share-out, I felt somehow connected to him and my responses to him began reflecting that feeling.

‘ Are you naked ?'

‘ No.'

‘ Do you have a dildo or vibrator ?'

‘ Yes.'

‘ Before you type another word, strip naked and sit on the dildo.'

Without even thinking, I stood up, stripped completely and inserted the dildo into my already wet twat after turning it onto a medium setting. When I indicated I had done what he asked, he responded back immediately instructing me to masturbate with it until I orgasmed, then tell him about it. I dropped the telephone set and did exactly as he requested without any debate or hesitancy. How did his commanding confidence and my willing banker's acceptance develop so quickly and naturally ?

After cumming, I lay on the bed with the dildo softly buzzing in my snatch, allowing my orgasmic response to ebb slowly from my consistence. I described to him in point how it made me feel and how I had used the toy. I told him about taking it out on occasion to press the vibrating headland against my engorged clitoris. I told him how I squeezed, pinched, and twisted my nipples while driving the dildo in and out of my miry cunt-hole. I told him how my leg shivered as I arched my hip into the air at the moment my orgasm crashed over me, how the electrical tingle coursed from my pussy to my clit, up my stomach to my tits and nipples.

His response indicated how pleased he was with my compliance and my verbal description. He then told me to be in the Park, the same topographic point, at 11:00 AM the adjacent day. I noted, with elation and excitement, he didn't ask me this time. He told me. I couldn't believe how excited that made me finger. I wasn't seeking, gambling, hoping any longer. Now, person was assisting, arranging, conspiring, taking bearing. Even by text, it was a powerful influence over me.

I was on the path below the location early. To say I was excited with the anticipation would be a huge understatement. He ramped up my prevision with a text sequence prior to my leaving the apartment.

‘ Are you skilled at sucking cock ?'

I gulped at the question. Whose shaft would I blow ? But, I wasn't. I had never touched a putz with my knife or lips, much less my oral fissure. I told him so.

‘ Then, it is clip for you to try it. I think you are the kind of woman who will enjoy having a rooster in her sassing to suck.'

My god ! Where is he taking me ? What does he hold in head for me ? His messages are as if he believes he has control over me and he knows where he wants to rent me and what he wants me to do and be for him. My puss was drooling at the candidate, the brash supposal, the directness of his approach.

I made my way up the incline to my ‘ secret'locating. As I drew nearer to it, I looked up the slope to the place I had seen the man appear cobbler's last metre with his dog. At maiden, I was disappointed. I didn't see him or a dog. My god ! The reality of the reaction hit me. I was disappointed that a dog wasn't coming over the ridge to make out me ? ! ? But, yes, that was how I felt. Disappointed. Then, I heard a bark and I watched intently. What I saw was a much smaller dog bounding over and through the wild eatage and zigging and zagging around minuscule pubic hair. Then, I saw him, the man, the owner, as he appeared behind the dog. He even waved to me this time.

I was rummy watching the dog bounding to me. How is it all the dogs seem to know they are intended for me ? I shake the thought and refocus on the dog. I now see it is a Fox Terrier, about 15 column inch magniloquent compared to the 24 or 25 column inch tall High German Shepherd. I wondered why he chose such a small dog this time, then remembered his instruction for me to suck stopcock. Maybe that was the grounds. He was providing a modest cock since it was my first time. I wasn't for sure how I felt about this man who seemed to manipulate and organize my sexual interaction. No … I knew how I felt. I felt aroused to the tip of possibly soaking my jeans in the crotch !

I felt his phone bombilation in the endorse pocket of my denim. I look up at the man. He has his hand raised and I am guessing the earphone in his hand. I opened the speech sound and checked the text.

‘ Don't forget to suck. I thought a smaller dog might be break for you the for the first time time.'

I smiled up at him, whether he could see it or not. Not only is he taking me into new experiences with commanding confidence, he's thoughtful.

I checked around the region, finding nonentity watching or near, and stepped into the enclosed quad protected by bushes and pocket-size tree. The dog followed me and sat at my feet, his tail wagging furiously as he looked up at me. I dropped to my knee and smothered him in hugs and pets. His bum wagged even faster and his tongue began to assay bare skin on my face and sleeve to puzzle out. I giggled. His lap are a monitor of how I am to use my sassing and sassing. I shivered. I never felt my husband's cock in my mouth and a dog's cock will be the first.

Although I saw the man with the dog, I find myself checking the collar. It is very similar to the ace worn by Sheru and Balaji. This one has a tag meter reading, ‘ Jhony ’. I put my mouth close to his fountainhead and whisper,"Jhony, I am very happy to meet you. I hope you don't think badly of me, but I am going to do something for you, I have never done. restrain that in creative thinker, will you ? I've never done it before so I might not do it very well."His tongue swiped my face over my sassing and nose. I giggled."Then you can fuck, sanction ?"I didn't expect a response, but he licked me, again. I took that as an understanding being established. A female child needs all the understanding she can get sometimes.

I debated. The decision came to me quickly. I sat back and removed my shoe, jeans, and panties. I wanted to be quick for him. I patted the background and managed to get him to lay on his side. I pushed him partially on his back and stroked his belly. He raised his point and looked at me, then my deal as it moved closer to his sheath. Then he put his head back down. I wondered if these dogs had ever experienced a human female person before. Or, maybe they are just that well trained.

As my fingers grazed along the sides of his sheath, the ruby tip came out. I smiled. It was already obvious how much smaller this cock was going to be. It might even be diminished than Prakash's pecker. I had to suppress a gag. It now seemed tough to believe a prick diminished than his. That might have been tight, but both former wienerwurst had cocks that seemed very heavy in comparison.

I bent over, putting the side of my cheek into Jhony's belly fur, the tip of his turncock peeking out from the sheath. I poked my spit out touching the tip. I pulled my knife back when I felt some liquid on the tip. It didn't taste bad. It was something coming from the dog's prick, a lubrication perhaps. I giggled. Something Thomas More to investigate through the internet. Or … maybe the man would know. What variety of discussion would that be ? Asking a man I didn't know about the fine points of a dog's cock I had been sucking. I suppressed another laugh.

I licked the tip several times, then took the pointy tip between my lips. I've never done anything like this. I could experience more of the rooster become exposed as I slid my rim down the turncock from the tip. I had a prick in my backtalk ! What was I becoming ? outset, letting a dog lick me ; then, letting dogs fuck me ; now, taking dog shaft into my rima oris. I slipped a hired hand between my wooden leg. I was shocked at how wet I was. It was leaking out of my cunt. It was then that I realized I was mouthing this little stopcock and my ass, my naked ass, was sticking up in the air.

I started sucking, not just mouthing, the cock. The more I sucked, the Thomas More of that liquid came from the tip into my mouth. Soon I had enough to swallow. I sucked harder. I wanted more. I slid my mouth down the duration of the exposed cock until I felt the fur of the sheath on my back talk. There was about four inches of putz in my sassing. I giggled, again. I had four inches of putz in my mouth and I was going to fuck it, too.

As soon as the thought passed through my creative thinker, I knew I had to do it. I sat back on my cad, petting the dog. He raised his head to value me, sensing something different was about to happen. I turned on my knees and dropped to my custody and started patting my ass to further him to ride. By this point, I was assuming all the man's dogs were familiar with fucking if only with dog-bitches. Maybe I was their only human-bitch. I needed to sleep together. I would ask him. A funny feeling passed through me and I understood it immediately. I wanted to be their alone human-bitch.

The dog stood and came to my ass, and like the early two frank before him, his snout went first to my ass. His natural language lapped at my ass. I spread my articulatio genus further opening a wider space between my thigh and I was rewarded with his tongue sliding over my exposed cunt from my clit to my arsehole. His tongue seemed to hit my clit more regularly than I remembered of the others in this position and it may have had to do with his shorter height and advantageously angle, at least better from my perspective.

I patted my ass to get him mount me. He jumped up, his fanny stage churning to put on my spine and I realized my ass was too high for him. I squatted down a slight and he got on top of me, his hip joint thrusting at me, probing with his cock for my cunt-hole. It slid inside before my script got back to wait on him and I gasped. Even often fragile than the other hound, it was still a right pecker to me. In fact, it wasn't much unlike than I remembered of Prakash's cock back when he did come to me. Even a small putz from a dog took my breath away. Its importunity and vim immediately applied by the dog as it enters and gains hold, driving trench in the first few thrusts.

This time, though, the cock, which was beginning to give me surprise pleasure pulled out. Like Sheru the commencement meter, he walked around me frustrated. I lowered my ass further to the ground and encouraged him with both pets and verbal cooing. He came to my ass, again, taking my back quicker and easier with my ass lower and thrust at my trunk. I slipped my hired man between my legs to wait on him but got the surprise of my living before I found his shaft with my hand. His cock, coated with my cunt juice, hit my bunghole on one thrust and entered on the second. I cried out, never having ever been penetrated there before. The inaugural thrusting teased my gather kettle of fish with the tip parting my anatomical sphincter, the sec followed immediately by forcing it to spread out wider so the end of the cock was just inside. I gasped and gulped my breaths at the superstar of being penetrated there, wanting my consistence to accept or resist the intrusion. My body didn't have a great deal to say about it, though. The dog, being a dog, followed the initial partial penetration with an additional quick stammer of the thrust, driving the engraft cock trench into my anal passage.

I cried out, again. Now, it was more than just the tip inside me. Now, some of the fatty theatrical role of the stopcock had spread the sphincter muscle wider, opening my musical passage for stark penetration. But, it hurt. That component of my body wasn't used to the penetration and stretching. I wanted my body to have time to conform, but I felt the dog pull back slightly for another push as he also adjusted his grip around my waistline, holding me blotto and aligning himself to go into to the full fuck manner. I reach back in the hope of holding him brace for just a few minutes, but my reaction was too slow. He thrust back into me and followed it with a stream of rapid-fire humping. It didn't seem to trouble him that he was in the wrongly hole.

I dropped my head and chest to the ground, resting my forehead on my shut down forearms, my ass sticking up in the air with the Terrier perched precariously, his bum pes barely having enough traction to sustain his mightily fucking. God, even a small-scale dog fucks like a maniac !

He was now in good modality of dog screw. After my limited and very recent experience, I already knew what that was. It was a ride that had to be experienced and not explained and each time I had experienced it I was thrilled by it. He pulled and hurl his peter out and into my ass as if he were fucking my cunt. After the initial discomfort that followed the initial sharp pain sensation, I loved what I was experiencing. In my mind, it flashed before me that I now had two holes for fucking. Then, a smile took over my font as I braced myself for the continuing onslaught. No, not two mess. I had now sucked my first cock, too. I now had three holes for cock.

Nothing outside of the dog and the new sense experience emanating from my anal retentive passing was reaching my witting mind. The but thing in the humankind at the moment was the dog's peter in my ass. So, I was very aware when I felt the bump of something outside my motherfucker, something larger pressing to figure. The Calidris canutus. Could my ass also take a international nautical mile ? I wouldn't have thought it could train a turncock, but here I am actually enjoying it.

The knot pressed at my gap and for a moment my mind wasn't sure what it wanted to do about that, as if it had a lot to say about it at such a moment of extreme hullabaloo and stimulation. While the mind was carrying on a confused debate with itself, the body was already in action. It pressed back against the insistence being applied to it, the sphincter muscle slowly but steadily spreading with the constant quantity and crying pressing. The knot was probably belittled compared to the other two hot dog, but it might have been the width of their expectant hammer so when it stretched me to the point of almost entering, I felt like I would be displume and I couldn't think of a forged place to be torn. The instant reaction was flinching away from it, but it was too of late and the dog was too determined. He had his ramification wrapped around me and his long suit and finding to mate surprised me. He pulled me back to him as he pressed himself to me and the air mile plunged into my enactment. I cried out, again.

It wasn't until later that it would even occur to me how much noise I had been making. At the clip, I was lost in my own footling bubble of existence and that bubble only contained Jhony and me deep in the James Bond of mating.

I felt his cock and mi grow in every way inside me. The fit was so soused I could sense everything as his abbreviated solidus continued, his pre-cum leaked, and his cock grew in prevision of pending climax. I could finger he was close to cumming and I desperately wanted to share it with him. The sensation of anal retentive fucking was dissimilar with less steer stimulation to the base erogenous zones. I slipped a bridge player underneath, my finger's breadth going to my clitoris and cunt. The fingers alternated between strumming the clit and plunging into my cunt. The digit actually pressed up and felt the cock and knot in my ass through the thin membrane dividing the chambers.

When I felt his shaft jerk and muscle spasm against the walls, I joined him. My orgasm was convulsing and I was sure portion of it was the baseness of the experience. I was not only fucked by a dog ; I was fucked by a dog in my ass. It felt so wicked, so theme, so slutty, so pestiferous. I felt completely owned, used, and dominated by this dog, the smallest of my brief experience.

We were securely tied. Once my orgasm ebbed, my judgment returned to look at armorial bearing and immediately, quietly, internally, swore a terrible blue-streak at my body for getting us into this mess. I was completely defenseless and vulnerable. The dog had turned so we were ass-to-ass and frequently pulled to exempt itself, but we were very securely joined. When many minutes passed and naught had changed, I began to become concerned. I had been shocked at the initial trespass, then by the burl entering me and what that took. But, when it happened, my consistence was in the throes of being overwhelmed with physical and genial stimulation. Now, I was aware … and tense. And, the tension wasn't helping to release the knot.

I had no estimate how long the naut mi might tie us together. This was a little dog, but the naut mi was in my ass, which was so practically tighter and constricting. As the dog pulled on the tie, I could experience the sphincter securely closed in front of the ball inside me. I reached behind to stroke the dog to attempt to calm him. As he fought to disengage, I could feel his cock slide inside me and I assumed his efforts were just exciting him further.

My endeavor to relax my own body, though, failed completely and abruptly when out of doors my trivial enclosure of brush, I heard the low voices of masses too close to be on the pathway below. I held my breath to listen more intently as if that would facilitate. The dog behind must have heard the sounds, too, because he suddenly became more fight, pulling with more intent, his paws fighting the reason to draw us apart. This time when I reached back to him, my attempt to cool off him had desperation behind it. I could hear the voice coming closer and I felt the dog moving one charge, then the early nervously.

I became terrified. The photograph of being outside was part of the frisson, heightening all the other feel. This was too unaired, though. This was too much like feeling the inevitability of being caught at what I was doing. This was too much like seeing the end of my secure life as I knew it. I desperately stroked and soothed the dog. He calmed some with my attention, standing with this rear end against mine as I went to just my knee, straightening my eubstance to fondle his body.

Suddenly, the people outside go away, but not really. They had stopped. And, they weren't far from where I was. I heard one distinctly tell the others he thought he heard something, something like a dog whimpering. I stroked the dog reassuringly. Soon, the citizenry resumed their walking and their part became very close. They couldn't have been more than 20 feet away from where I was knotted to the dog. Then it became quieter, but I could still find out the vocalization fade away. They seemed to get turned their charge to the ridgepole above where I was. Then, it was tranquility around me, again.

I collapsed the ground still tied to the dog. My affection was racing so hard it was like I had just completed a serial publication of winding sprint. My fear brought on from danger was broken and my focal point moved to collecting myself, my blood press, my breathing …

In the relaxing musical mode I put myself in, I must own been able to make relaxed more than I imagined as the dog pulled mightily and the knot stretched my ass and popped out. I then allowed my integral consistency to collapse to the terra firma. I was lying in the fantastic grass and dirt, my tee shirt pushed up against my tits, more than one-half of my soundbox nakedly pressed in dirt, locoweed, twigs, and leaves.

My heart burst into a slipstream, again, when the dog seemed to explode through the copse next to me. I could hear him bark as he ran. The barque were the sort that sounded like a greeting. Then, I heard the whistle of its possessor. And, the audio faded away.

CHAPTER SIX :

I needed a day to decompress after that last experience. Even Prakash noticed a change in me. fountainhead, variety of. What he noticed was that I was distracted and less reactive to his inane backchat about his work. That man, if he only understood anything about me …

Instead of making me feel that I had not attended to him properly, though, his reaction to me spur me to measure and understand what had happened in the Mungo Park. I was peculiar about some aspects of what happened. A time before he had warned me that a man on the path was stopped and listening. This time, though, when a group of multitude left the path and walked near where I was, he didn't provide any warning. Had he left ? I didn't think so. This man was receiving a vicarious turmoil in his ability to assist me so I didn't think he would abandon that and leave. Even if he wasn't seeing the actual act, he would desire to be nearby.

After Prakash left for work on the morning of the second day, I resumed communicating with the man. I opened the earpiece while walking to the large window in the aliveness room so I could peer over the former buildings to the East and see the Park in the space. It took some min before he responded to my text.

‘ Are you naked ?'

‘ Sorry, Sir.'

Slowly, over all the texts and doubtfulness and divulging of intimate information and my well-off, trusting compliance with his proposals, the term ‘ Sir'had slipped into my reference work to him. I didn't even use that to Prakash. I put the telephone down on a mesa, quickly removing my churidar kurta I had selected for the day since I was going grocery shopping in the sunup. I resumed my position in front of the window, not because he requested it, he didn't, but because it returned the feelings of photo and risk, even if it now seemed much less risky that things I had been doing.

The texts went back and Forth with some periodic time lag on his end. I felt he was distracted by body process on his end, but he made no suggestion of me waiting until later. I apologized for interrupting him, but he insisted it was fine if I didn't mind some gap in the texts. I asked him about the group of hoi polloi and no warning from him.

‘ Yes, that was nasty of me, wasn't it ?'

There was a pause. I really didn't want to respond to that. I felt like he let me down. I thought what he was doing was also providing some living, watchfulness. As a resolution, I had begun letting my safeguard down to savor the a****ls. I was thinking I could trust him. So, I waited.

‘ Are you upset ? I suppose you are, but let me explain. I arranged for those mass to walk past you and talk and speculate about sound. They were never going to actually search for you in the bushes.'

‘ It scared me to death ! Why would you do that ?'

‘ I did it FOR you. Over our electronic messaging, I have learned that a big contribution of what you found thrilling was the risk. Your physical experiences were going to be limited. You were, are, a frustrated married woman. Seeking some level of exhibitionistic thrills was how you began. The dogs were unwitting, unexpected, but the experience with them was enhanced by the jeopardy factor. True ?'

‘ True.'

‘ So, enjoin me … how did it feel when they came close.'

‘ I was knotted. I was completely helpless. Even more, Jhony's putz slipped into my ass, not my cunt. I had no idea how long it might involve for him to pull out of my tight ass. I had to concern about keeping Jhony quiet and calmness so the citizenry wouldn't pick up our struggle of being tied.'

‘ But … how did it all palpate ?'

I paused. So, he didn't let me down. I was never in genuine danger. They knew I was there, but they were never going to make love who I was. Honesty, Deepti, he's provided so much.

‘ It felt amazing ! If it had been one of the bigger dogs in my bitch, I probably would ingest orgasmed.'I paused, then forged on with what I was feeling. ‘ You did that all for me. Why ?'

‘ You excite me. Helping you experience these things is exciting. I am not a young man. I have been alone for quite some meter. You are allowing me to experience things I have not for a very prospicient time.'

Another suspension. I gave him time. There was more he was working out, I could feel it.

‘ May I think of other things for you ?'

I didn't break. ‘ YES ! Yes, Sir.'

‘ testament you tell me just your inaugural name ?'

I felt a connecter I could desire. ‘ It scared me, but it thrilled me, too. I feel I can entrust you. Can I ? Is it anserine of me to ask if I can intrust you ?'

‘ I am pleased you were excited. I am sorry about the scared section, but that is contribution of what excites you. Yes, you can trust me. I don't want to hurt you or compromise you. You are special. I can facilitate you achieve what you desire. What is your figure ?'

I didn't hesitate further, ‘ Deepti. My first name is Deepti.'

‘ Ahhh … lustre, shine, glow. Has that fit you in your sprightliness ?'

‘ No, not until lately maybe.'

‘ You mean since this excitement has come into your life ? What happens if your husband begins to interrogate your change ?'

I didn't know how to react to that question. If, and that might be a big if, my husband did notice a change in my deportment, what would he recollect ? Maybe, he would simply be relieved and not interrogate it, at all. Our honest communication had been so bad for so long, I really had picayune way of guessing.

‘ I don't know what the reply to that is, Sir. I have to manage my coming into court around him, I think. Anything he notices might be explained by my hiking in the ballpark, an improvement in my strong-arm being ?'He agreed that would be good. ‘ Sir, I am curious about the dogs. You said they are constellate dogs, have they been with other women before, too ?'

I heard him chuckle at the question. ‘ Why do you ask that, Deepti ? Say it plainly, dear. Tell me why you ask.'

He suspected my reason, I could find it. Oh God, could I really admit such a matter ? He didn't break the make grow silence. He was very skilled in solitaire, making me feel the nervousness of silence.

‘ I am wondering if I am their beginning and only fair sex to fuck. Am I their only human-bitch ?'He didn't respond. More silence. I asked the doubtfulness, but he knew there was Sir Thomas More emotion, desire behind it that I hadn't yet admitted. I gulped in air and plunged ahead, ‘ Sir, am I their solely woman-bitch ? It would be so turn on to be their entirely woman-bitch. The sentiment of being their bitch has become very exciting.'

I could hear the pleasure in his vocalism when he finally responded. ‘ Yes, my dear, you are their just woman-bitch, as you call it. You are their bitch. You like being their beef, don't you ?'I said, yes. ‘ You like the idea more than homo sex. You would rather be fucked by the dogs than by men. blackguard satisfy you in a way you don't think men ever could. You would select more risks, do almost anything to revel dog-cock more and more.'

‘ Yes, Sir ! Everything you said is true ! I love dog-cock and I want more. Yes, you can tell me what you want me to do. I want to be their beef !'

He had asked license to arrange something new and dissimilar for me to receive after the panic attack in the ballpark. I had quickly given him my commendation. I had quickly pronounced my desire to be a squawk for his dogs. I had even let solecism that my desire for the experiences was pushing me to do whatever he wanted me to do. I felt like I was somehow sitting on a wild rocket drive, I was blasting into new realm of experience and unknown opportunities. It was scarey, but it was exhilarating.

While he was probably devising something different, though, I enjoyed a match more trips to the Park. One with Sheru and the other with Balaji. As scented and cunning Jhony was, I did prefer the orotund shaft and mi of the other two dogs. The experience of being knotted in the ass, though, never left me and I knew I would want to know that, again.

He was putting himself more and more in charge of these encounters. On days when we didn't have something arranged for the Park, he might text me at some compass point during the day and give me an command. I was relieve to do it or not, he had no physical control over me, but I found myself always following his instructions. Some days it was merely being naked the intact day with clothespins on my nipple. Other clock time, it might be standing naked in forepart of the big window while I used the dildo in my snatch until I orgasmed. That would take many min and sometimes I found myself deliberately extending the exhibition, wondering the entire fourth dimension if someone might be in a building somewhere to the East with binoculars or telescope. The idea made it even more exciting and that, of course of study, was the objective.

He also changed how I was to dress on the arranged outing. From now on, he said in a text edition, I was to only wear sarees. He didn't want to see me in jean and tee-shirts, anymore. If he did, he would not unblock the dog. That threat did wield some control over me, but it was unnecessary, I would take complied, anyway. He was very specific about my dressing. Not only was it to be only a saree with a form-fitting top, but there would be no underclothes and no underskirt. Additionally, when I was with the dogs, I was to also hit my top. Those future times when I fucked the dogs, I was completely nude in the commons. As the dogs pounded me from behind and I was on my hands and knee, I marveled at how my tits swung beneath me when they were free to move. It was thrilling to guess someone seeing them moving like that.

The new necessary for dressing added a big psychological effect, too. Not only being completely naked but getting dressed again would be slow. There would be no way of getting dressed quickly if someone should intrude. Wrapping a saree takes minutes, anywhere from 7 to 10 minutes depending on conditions and how elaborate the dr****g is. And, without a petticoat to hit the tucks into, it would be slightly dissimilar using the knock. If something happened, I wasn't going to be able to get dressed quickly, anymore. That wasn't a insidious change and it was quite dramatic.

The world-class time with Sheru with the saree went just fine. I got there and Sheru came down. I waved to the man and he waved back. Although I heard multitude on the way, they remained on the itinerary and there was no tension. The 2d meter was with Balaji and it went the same way right up until the end, then I almost died.

The day was almost perfect. One of those days that don't seem tangible in a big, over-populated, industrial surroundings like Mumbai. The skies were bring in, the breeze was gentle off the sea, and a low social movement had sucked away much of the humidity. After Balaji pulled his terrific knot from my cum filled slit, I lay on the ground satisfied and fulfilled. The dog came to my spread legs and lapped at my leaking twat causing me to moan and sigh with foster satisfaction and delight. I sat up to pet him in thanks when we both heard the man whistle. Balaji turned to run from the Dubyuh and his paw caught the fabric of my sari. By the time I saw my saree leaving the George Bush attached to the dog, I had two meters of textile to grab before it was all gone. My reaction, though, right after an coming was slow. I had to jump through the bushes after the dog, landing with my upper half outside the bushes to catch the end of the 5-meter length of fabric. The man must consume recognized what was happening and yelled for the dog to block. I pulled on the cloth and dislodged the material, crawling back into the bushes and pulling the material in behind me.

I stood to wrap the saree around me when I heard spokesperson of concern on the path below. I heard the man coming down from the slope reassuring the people that everything was alright, he had just lost the positioning of the dog. When they questioned what the dog had been pulling, he quickly made up a tale of the sun reflecting off the waving green goddess, despite almost no breeze. It bought me enough sentence to get dressed. I exited the bushes in the face-to-face direction and circled around. Another last cry, but very exciting. As I walked passed the people, I could feel the dog cum still leaking from my cunt.

Then, his next idea for me came. He said he had an idea I was for sure to find very thrilling, erotic, and very exhibitionistic. He asked if I trusted him enough to ingest his driver clean me up from any location I desired. He assured me he would protect my identity and that his driver was really his personal and professional person assistant. I told him I would be waiting at the Dixie end of the Sunder Nagar Garden. He told me the color and make of the car, the driver's name, and other particular to insure myself of the correct car.

I stood on the pavement at the south end of the Sundar Nagar Garden. A car matching description I was given stopped in front of me as he was heading to my left. The passenger window lowered.

"Mrs. Sinha ?"I was using the end of my saree as a veil as instructed to hide my features.

"You are ?"It was a dance I was instructed to perform to be sure of the car I was about to get into.

"Swapnil Kolte, ma'am."He reached into the rider fundament next to him and handed out a mask that would cover my eyes and nose. I smiled, though he couldn't see it, and nodded. He exited the car and held the back room access outdoors for me. I put on the mask and slid into the back fundament. I had no idea where we were going or what was awaiting me. I was anticipating a new location and another dog, though he never indicated so.

I started asking Swapnil questions about our address, but he interrupted me. He punched some clit on the dah and I heard the vibrancy of a phone on speaker. When it was answered on the early end, I was to get word the phonation of the man for the showtime time.

Swapnil said,"Sir, I have Mrs. Sinha in the car as directed. We are heading due east for the Western pike now."

"Thank you, Swapnil. Deepti, my epithet is Venkat Iyer. I have decided it might avail you feel more ensure if you know More about me than I know about you. I have a number of businesses in the Mumbai surface area and you are headed to a remote part of one of those properties with Swapnil. I am actually semi-retired, which has allowed me the time to be so interactional with you. I am 62-years-old and widowed, I may have mentioned that already."There was a pause and some muffled conversation in the background as though he was having a separate conversation."Sorry, love. I needed to occupy forethought of something there that Swapnil would normally have handled. Now, you have my full moon care. I wish I was there with you, but hopefully, that will be possible in the draw close future tense. How are you feeling about this, Deepti ? Do you have the masquerade on ?"

"Yes, Sir. Thank you."

"Not at all, dear. My desire to help you have what you crave. I think that is an interesting word, don't you dear ? Crave. It says a lot, doesn't it ? Isn't that the way you feel about the affair you are doing ?"

"Yes, Sir, crave is a very salutary Scripture for it. Sir, may I ask where we are headed ?"

"Yes, but I am afraid it won't mean anything to you. Suffice it to say, the locating is remote, isolate, but visible. I know that sounds at odds, but it is true and it is important for the experience I have planned for you. Will you swear me, Deepti ?"

"Yes, Sir."It was even a little surprising to me that I never hesitated in the answer.

"Excellent. Swapnil, does she appear dressed per my education ?"

"Yes, Sir. She is wearing a saree."

"Excellent. Swapnil, hollo me back when you enter the Western Expressway."Then, he was gone.

I didn't get quite as a great deal info as I was hoping for. I was wearing a mask to protect my feature of speech, but Swapnil wasn't. He was in his late 20's, mediocre height and build. He appeared athletic and convinced, though he was deferential to Mr. Iyer. Swapnil had unretentive black hair that was somewhat unrulily. He wore glasses that were ordinary, not too stylish. He had a moustache and whiskers that was either new and growing out or he was having trouble growing it. several times as Mr. Iyer talked, I caught his oculus in the rearview mirror and was struck by the sparkle in them. His smile was wide and genuine. He looked like someone I wouldn't mind spending fourth dimension with.

I saw us approaching the entrance to the Western freeway. I had been anticipating more about what was going to happen and being on the state highway seemed to be the key moment. Once Swapnil merged onto the freeway, he punched the redial. He didn't say anything, Mr. Iyer began talking immediately.

"Deepti, this is when you begin to show you really trust me. I want you to move into the meat of the back seat, then quickly let out your saree and remove your top."My backtalk dropped and I stared at the location on the dash where his voice came from."Swapnil, what was her reaction ?"

"She might be in shock, Sir."

He laughed on the early end."I thought as often. Deepti, we have been very careful to hide your identity. You wanted new, bang-up experiences. One would be to be naked in a moving car."

I was shaking my headland, but my custody were already working to remove the saree. I had to shift my military position legion times to let out the 5 metre of fabric. Then, I looked into the rearview mirror, saw Swapnil glancing from the road to me and back to the road. I closed my eyes and removed the top. I was sitting in the middle of the plump for seat of a car I had never been in before and driven by a man I had never met before. I saw the railroad car passing us and us passing them. We were approaching a sluggish truck and I closed my eyes. I knew he could seem right down into the car for a very undecomposed view of me if he happened to look. I kept my centre closed, but when I heard a hand truck honk side by side to me, I knew he happened to look and saw something he never expected.

Still reeling from what I was showing to truckers we were passing on a unconstipated foundation on the heavily traveled highway, I almost missed the next comment from Mr. Iyer.

"Dear, now slide your buns to the border of the posterior and fan out your legs wide."

My centre flashed up to the rearview mirror, which Swapnil had his left hand on ready to adjust. That spark in his eyes shined even more. I fluidly took the stead he instructed and never in my life sentence felt more exposed to anyone. The only individual EVER to experience seen me in a billet close to this was me in social movement of the mirror as I looked for agency to exhilarate myself in masturbation. Now, Swapnil, an attractive man I just met, had adjusted the mirror for immediate glances to enjoy the sentiment displayed to him through the two bucketful seats in front.

"wellspring, Swapnil ? ”, Mr. Iyer enquired.

"Simply beautiful, Sir. I love the smell of her pussy. The lips are parted and the inner back talk clearly show. The lips and her pussy exposed inside are glistening with her juices."His oculus showed his smile had increased. I hadn't realized my paw had moved down my consistency to my cunt. When I did realize it, I pulled them back, my entire body flushing deep than it already had been. Just then, there was another honk from a trucker. I closed my center."Sir, she is a sexual goddess, I think. Her digit moved to her pussy, but when she realized it, she pulled them away."

God ! They are talking about me as if they were watching a video or paging through a clip. I feel like an object they are enjoying, Swapnil describing for Mr. Iyer's imagining.

"A intimate goddess. You may truly be correct about that, Swapnil. Deepti, until you arrive at the terminus, I want you to actively and intentionally masturbate with your fingers. If you can, I want you to orgasm. Use your cunt, button, and mamilla. Do whatever it takes. Let those truckers see what a sex goddess is like when she satisfies her cravings."

Oh, God ! ! My finger's breadth did what he instructed as if they were responding directly from his educational activity without needing me to ensure them. The notion was incredible. The conversation about my soundbox, really only my cunt, caused me to feel so sexual, wanton, base, obscene, and objectified. Those might not ordinarily be great things to feel about yourself, but I knew my cunt was cattle ranch astray open and leaking my secernment freely. I knew my teat were upright and prominent, too. My fingerbreadth opened my hole wider for Swapnil, then my eyes rose to the mirror and we made eye contact. I smiled at him, my brim parting with my tongue licking them. I felt obscene. It was so thrilling with my exposure to Swapnil, the teamster honking alongside us, and my digit gliding in and out of my cunt. My orgasm came as the car turned off the Expressway.

The car was turned onto a rutted route, which caused me to sit straighter to see where we were. As I did, the car rolled to a layover in front of a tall chain-link fence and operate gate. Swapnil got out, unlocked the gate, repel the car through, then closed and relocked the gate. He then drove into what looked like deserted, unused property. The car bounced over two solidification of railroad track, then came to a stop.

Swapnil redialed Bluetooth speech sound and Mr. Iyer came back on the phone line."Deepti, before you start looking around, today there is no dog fucking for you. Today, there is only man-cock. I know it has been a recollective fourth dimension for you, so enjoy."And, he was gone. I wanted to protest. I had agreed to follow all of his statement because I thought there would be a dog here for me to enjoy. I wanted to object, but he was gone. I looked up at Swapnil who was watching me intently.

Swapnil stepped out of the car and opened the back room access. Clearly, he expected me to exit the car naked. As I did, I surveyed the area around the car. Besides the railroad tracks nearby, the Western Expressway roared with traffic on a farseeing bridge deck nearby and above. I could clearly see passenger in elevator car and trucks on the bridgework 10 or 15 meters above us. In front of the car was an grand water supply system, which caused the motivation for the bridge in summation to the railroad tracks. On the other side of the pee people working, some of them in the piddle. Swapnil saw where my centre were and commented that it was an experimental rice-patty. The people were closelipped plenty that I could tell which were men and which were charwoman by their apparel and movement. It seemed everywhere I looked, there was some potential for being seen. And, Swapnil walked me naked to the edge of the water. I was nervous but he instructed me to hold back my workforce at my sides. He put me in a special direction and I could see that I was exposed to both the bridge deck and the Timothy Miles Bindon Rice prole at the same time.

He walked me back to the car, stopping me alongside it on the side closest to the railroad line racetrack. He reached inside the car and withdrew another mask, this one black, and placed it over his upper face. He was wearing nice drop-off and a buttoned long-sleeve shirt open air at the neck opening, so when he unbuckled the rap on his slackness, I quickly knew what was expected, though I had never done it for a man. I knelt on the dirt ground in figurehead of him, loosened the slacks and pull it and his underwear down to his knees. I was still uncertain why he was also wearing a masque now since I had already seen his face. But, when I saw his cock under his wearing apparel, I discarded any business about the mask. His limp, uncircumcised cock was the size of my husband's hard one. It hung in front of me and my thinker and oculus had no other consideration than experiencing it, touching it, feeling it on lips and in my mouth.

I had been given the experience of sucking peter with the dogs. Now, I was going to experience sucking man-cock, as well. And, it wasn't my fool husband. Mr. Iyer was deliberate and intentional in providing me with varied experiences, as he promised. My disappointment at not having a dog was replaced with the consideration of new experiences. Clearly, Mr. Iyer didn't concern himself as lots with my approval or acceptance beforehand as much my following his commission. That recognition that he was taking control was mollified by the recognition that my reaction to him was to comply with whatever he directed.

My hand seemed to travel out on its own until it grasped the cock. I looked up at Swapnil and found him watching me intently. He had positioned me very deliberately and that seemed peculiar in the vertebral column of my mind, but I was so rivet on the tool in front line of me I didn't put much thought into why. I leaned forward and licked the underside of his rooster. I could sense it move just from that simple activity. I lifted it and licked along the duration of it. When I reached the top, I pulled the prepuce back to expose the head, opened my mouth and took it inside, sucking on the foreland, swirling my tongue over it. I did this action repeatedly, licking the distance, exposing the promontory and taking it into my mouth. Soon, the chemical reaction from my effort gave me the largest cock I had ever seen. The head word was pushed out from the foreskin, exposed and ready for me. I thought the Canis familiaris'cocks were big and they were compared to Prakash, but they weren't as big as Swapnil's. I wrapped one hand around the pedestal and saw it was only covering about half the length. I looked up and smiled, again. What would it be like to experience something like this ?

Then, the doubts about what was happening flashed into my mind. I was a marry char. I had a married man. Part of that conjugation was supposed to be a committedness of trueness and fidelity. I had rationalized my way through each new step : the onanism was self-pleasure ; the toys were still self-pleasure ; the dogs were not human so they didn't count. But, now this was a man I was enjoying. By doing this, I couldn't apologise it away. I was being unpatriotic and unfaithful to my vows of marriage and my married man. But, I had had these same thoughts before, even before I knew what this experience might be. I had considered the possibility that this might someday be presented as an chance. It was a natural forward motion, after all. In the cool instant of circumstance and analytic thinking, I knew I would use up the chance to again experience a man's cock that wasn't my husband's. I understood that taking that stone's throw, that chance, might add extra frustration into the marriage, but the track I had set myself on had produced that whether I took this additional step or not.

Another circumstance came to my mind, though. My husband's military action played into this, as well. I had learned accidentally that despite our squiffy monetary resource, he was continuing to hazard and drink with his buddies. Nox that he said he would be working, he was with his buddy. It was an accidental uncovering and it had angered him tremendously when he had been caught in his Lie. His anger had been such that I feared being beaten more than the slapping I might on social occasion get as his drunkenness progressed. Maybe it didn't completely justify what I was doing, but he wasn't without some fault and responsibility.

With that determination and credence, I became earnest in my travail of pleasuring and experiencing the hard cock in my bridge player and read/write head in my sassing. All Mr. Iyer said was that I would have man-cock today. I became diligent in satisfying Swapnil. It became important that he report back to Mr. Iyer that I had pleased him with my oral cavity and I was determined to take his cum in my mouth and swallow it. Another thing I obviously had never done. If I pleased Swapnil and Mr. Iyer was pleased in turning, I may again be given one of his dogs to experience.

I was so intention on the cock in my mouth I wasn't aware of a meaning interference approaching. Then, the noise was unmistakable. We were near the double tracks and it became obvious now why Swapnil had been careful in positioning us. The commuter train caravan was approaching from in front of me slightly to the left. It was approaching so anyone looking would see the back of a partially dressed man, but clearly, see a naked womanhood on her genu sucking the man's cock.

I reacted to what was about to happen by shifting while the cock was still in my mouth, but Swapnil kept me in seat. I looked up at him just as the gearing engine flashed by with the dozen or so rider machine behind it. I shook with frayed nerve, knowing that everyone on this incline of the machine had a perfect perspective of me. This was why Swapnil had also put a partial mask over his eyes.

After the train passed, he put a finger under my chin and lifted it up. The action brought my heart up, but also my mouth off his cock. He was smiling.

"Was that exciting ?"

"My God, yes ! My fear has been to be seen, that something terrible would befall as a result. I was very definitely seen naked and sucking a man's shaft who wasn't my hubby, but nonentity would be able in that flashing of vision to know who I was."I looked at my arms."I'm still shaking."

"Good, now lean over the bonnet of the car."

I was puzzled, then cognisant. Not only was he giving me the opportunity to suck his cock, but he was going to hump me, too. He helped me up and I walked on weak and trembling legs to the car and was leaned over the bonnet. He came up behind me and tapped my feet on the inside to encourage more separation. I knew there was no government issue with my bitch being ready, I could feel the wet. After the former orgasm, sucking man-cock for the low gear clock time ( and a expectant one ), and being surprised to be exposed to a commuter train, I was ready for anything, physically and emotionally.

He placed his shaft at my cunt, rubbing the header up and down along the duration of my backtalk, he found my maw and pressed in. I gasped at the feel of his heavy cock head, so different than the tapered turncock of the dogs. I moaned at the feel of it as he pressed his cock deeper into me, pulling out a few inches and pressing back in further until I felt his hips against my bare tush. I felt filled with cock. It was more than I could take imagined. The air mile is filling, but this was filling for the entire length and it was blowing my mind as he quickly settled into a quiet rhythm of fucking.

My head was on my forearms, he was now pounding into me with more force. My tits were squashed into the cowling of the car, still a little warm from the drive here. It was yummy and I wasn't sure I could hold off for him to cum. Another new experience and I was quickly rising to another orgasm.

"Oh, Swapnil, I … I am going to … going to cum … are you quick ?"

"No, I want to have it away you More. Cum, Deepti ! Cum for me."

Then, as if on some form of cue, I heard the train coming, again. But, how ? It had just passed minutes before. Maybe it was more minutes than I thought. Also, there were two tracks. Oh God ! This must be the train coming in from the suburbia further out. Oh God, another train of passenger to see me. God, what a slut I will face like.

As the locomotive engine flashed by and the passenger cars after it, the noise was deafening and drowned out my cry of pleasure and ecstasy as my orgasm crashed over me. When my consistency calmed some, Swapnil was still fucking me. I sensed some importunity to his fucking so I pressed back against him as he thrust into me, matching his motion with mine and compounding the energy of the fucking. My nipples felt like they were on fire, erect and pressed into the fond metal of the car, the fucking making my tits rub over the aerofoil. I slipped a manus between my eubstance and the car, rubbing my clit as the cock inside me pounded into me with ever new military force and intent. As I felt his cock erupt, spewing his cum into me, I spasmed around his cock, another climax taking hold of my body.

CHAPTER VII :

After the escapade with Swapnil, Mr. Iyer and I dispensed with the use of texting and accepted talking with the like phones. He continued to tease me with trivial challenges around the apartment and neighborhood. In the flat, I would put the headphone on speaker and he would direct me using his own imagination of what it looked like.

He seemed to be using the days immediately after the car drive for gentler play and I had the feeling he was nervous about what my reaction might be after that experience. I assured him that despite my initial disappointment about not having a dog, I was amercement with everything that had happened and desired more. I was intrigued by what his mind had come up with both in the Park and the Recent epoch experience. I finally was able to convert him I was queasy to experience more of whatever he devised.

One day, he had me standing in forepart of the mirror using cartridge clip on my nipples and clitoris. They stung, but I told him I found it erotic and stimulating. Encouraged, he had me add more to my cunt mouth. He then expressed his regret that he couldn't see what it looked like. I asked him for forbearance and awkwardly walked to the water closet to think the photographic camera. It had a timer function, which I set and placed on the dresser next to the mirror. I quickly turned toward the television camera and I heard the click. I checked the image and took a duo more, adjusting the angle. I took the camera to the computer, downloaded it, then uploaded the images to the phone. I sent him a text edition with two of the images, one was a closeup of the magazine on my snatch rim and clit. He was delighted, which made me pleased.

Later, I took the images off the computer, transferring the rest to the phone. As I busied myself with that task, it occurred to me how glad and satisfied I felt. I tried to analyze why I was feeling it so strongly and it seemed to be that there was a man in my biography, even remotely, that appreciated my campaign to fulfil him. A man I didn't really acknowledge very well was giving me a sense of satisfaction and achievement my own hubby didn't seem adequate to of giving me.

Another metre, he asked me to lubricate the hold to my hairbrush and work it into my ass. How obscene. But, I did it and eagerly. No matter the request, I felt a impregnable and compelling desire to complete it for him. If I could, I would get a photo as I did with the brushwood sticking out of my ass.

I started taking photos of myself to send to him. It might just be a selfie in the mirror or a clock photo in some pose. I took a photo wearing a sheer saree with nil underneath. He came back quickly after that saying that one was very intriguing to him. He liked how I was exposed but still covered. He said he wished he could know that every day.

He came back with another proffer for an experience with the car. I would be picked up at the same localization, I should wear the same outfit, and expect the use of the mask, again. I asked, but he would present no far detail. He did not seem to be someone who was satisfied with duplicating the same experience twice in a row. Even in the Park, he used unlike blackguard or unlike teases. I didn't think the two times in the car would be a duplicate, either. He was going to provide something different and the closed book of that heightened the anticipation for me. I was sure this time would somehow include a dog.

The car trip followed the like figure as the first time. I was a little disappointed to find the car only had Swapnil driving. I had speculated that the something different this time might make been the participation and attendance of Mr. Iyer. Not that there was anything about Swapnil that could cause any disappointment.

I was given the masquerade, which I put on as I seated myself into the back seat. As we approached the entree to the Western throughway, I caught Swapnil's eyes in the rearview mirror and he simply nodded. That seemed like a lot to arrogate from one previous encounter, but I was anticipating the like instruction to remove my saree and top. I smiled at him, leaned forward to pull the end of the sari from my shoulder joint, then pulled the top up and over my fountainhead. Without a bra, I was now naked from the waist up. I caught him adjusting the mirror and smiled at him, less embarrassed this time than I had been the old time.

I thought about how to more easily remove the saree in the back seat of a moving car since the struggle of last time. I shifted to my knees on the border of the back seat with my ass toward the front and pulling the bottom edges above my knees. I then was able to pull the tucks from the belt around my shank and unwrap the saree material from me. I piled the textile against the left position of the bum, the passenger side, and fell back into place in the middle of the can. I opened my legs wide-eyed to his gaze as he adjusted the mirror a little Thomas More to see further down.

I giggled,"Like this, Sir ?"

He laughed."I must say that is beautiful. But, Deepti, I am not Sir, simply Swapnil."

"There is nada ‘ simply'about you, Swapnil. I can already see that although you serve Mr. Iyer, it is not from a position of weakness, but perhaps from devotion or loyalty ?"

A part intruded from the dash of the car. Unknown to me, the Bluetooth had been activated."You are objurgate, my dear. Swapnil is far from a weak handmaid. Although he does wait on me, he is most importantly my most trusted, and sometimes argumentative, professional advisor."

I smiled at Swapnil who had rolled his centre in deflexion of the compliments about him. I asked,"What do you cause in depot for me, today, Sir ? And, will I have the pleasure of meeting you, this time, too ?"

"You will ingest to wait, my dear. We wouldn't want to ruin the surprise. But, are you masturbating for Swapnil, Deepti ?"

I blushed and dropped my custody between my thighs."Sorry, Sir."

Swapnil was struggling between watching the road and watching my fingerbreadth."She has the most beautiful and wet pussy, Sir."

There was a chuckle from the sprint speakers,"I believe she uses the term ‘ cunt ’."I blushed stronger as Swapnil's middle held mine for a moment. With all the chatter about me and my cunt, I didn't achieve an sexual climax this meter, but I was certainly ready for anything. In fact, besides hoping for a dog, I was hoping for another coupling with Swapnil. His hammer was magnificent and he was skilled with using it. I still was expecting Mr. Iyer had something more in mind.

When we dropped off the thruway and wound through smaller and humble route, I sat up in anticipation of our goal. We were indeed approaching the Lapp remote orbit with the train cut. I noted by the clock on the elan that the timing was very similar to the previous time.

After opening the gate, driving through, reclosing the logic gate, and stopping the car in nearly the exact bit as last clip, I accepted Swapnil hand as an help in getting out of the back seat. I looked across the piss to see people working in the test rice rice paddy. The bridge was still roaring with traffic and the railroad train tracks lay before us as if a reminder of what they could stock at any moment.

Swapnil came up behind me, slipped his arms around my shank, and I leaned back into him. The go sentence it was all about the sexual act, there was lilliputian easy speck. This felt good. I knew very well I was going to be sucking and fucking him, again. Doing it all in public and exposed to those who might happen to see even if from too far a distance for recognition or too quickly passed for realisation. But, still, I was in this man's limb, his hands slowly and gently moving over my naked front, one hand down toward my crotch but not quite reaching, the other cupping my tit before taking the mammilla between his finger and thumb. He squeezed the teat and I mewed softly. He bent over so his former hand could arrive at down into my crotch, a finger slipping between the protruding brim. He raised the finger up to my backtalk and I sucked my own juice off his finger. I turned my face up to him and we kissed.

I turned in his blazonry and his hands caressed my back to my butt. We continued to kiss and he picked me up, my leg instinctively wrapping around his hips. He walked me to the bonnet of the car effortlessly and set my butt down on the warm metal. He laid me back across the bonnet and kissed from my lip to my throat, to my chest and tits. He spent minutes kissing and sucking my tits and nipples. My back arched at the care I had never before experienced. A man was loving my consistency !

When his kiss left my teat and descending down my stomach, I sighed, then sucked in a deep breath as it occurred to me what he might be leading to. As his lips and tongue steadily descended over my abdomen and pubic mound to the top of my cunt and clit, I moaned so garish I thought it might draw aid from the worker except for the roar of the traffic above. He slid his hands underneath my knees and raised them up, then pushed them apart. I raised my head in utter shock at what he was doing. His mouth was covering my dripping bitch, his lingua playing inside and out, flicking at my engorged clit, then covering that clitoris with his lips and sucking knockout. I was splayed out like a hen being made ready for stuffing. God, yes ! Yes, I wanted to be stuffed by this man, again. But, what he was doing to me was too good, too wonderful, too heavenly to want it to turn back. His tongue stiffened and pressed into my cunt. God ! How … how does he do that ? Men do this ? I want a man like this.

There was an void. One moment, my cunt was covered by warm and attentive pleasuring and the next moment, it was gone. vacuum and longing took its place. I opened my heart, unfocused and directionless.

"Is she prepare, Swapnil ?"

I looked between my splay thighs to feel an elderly man standing alongside Swapnil whose eyes reflected lusty desire and avidity."Sir, I think she is always ready. The moment I touched her she was soaking wet."

I took it this was Mr. Iyer. Venkat Iyer looked every bit the successful businessman he claimed to be, but the respect and consideration Swapnil showed him was an even magnanimous index to me than his coming into court. He had a kindly, mollify, fatherly human face. He looked to be in his too soon 60's and stood a few inches taller than Swapnil. He carried his weight unit well, but it was evident that a biography of business and role had added some pounding to his physique. His tomentum was quite grey and receding. He combed it neatly to his compensate side. A small mustache was below his nose. He wore wire-framed methamphetamine. Like Swapnil, he wore smart slacks and buttoned shirt opened at the neck.

Puzzled about where he suddenly came from, I scanned around the trees to find an SUV parked away from the entrance we used. Standing next to the SUV attached by a leash was a dog looking very much like Sheru. My attention was brought back to their continuing comments.

They had shifted berth so Mr. Iyer was now standing directly in front of my splayed thighs, but a span meters from me. I was getting embarrassed by my exposure to them and started allowing my thighs to close up, but Mr. Iyer reacted quickly.

"No, dear, please. Please, remain just as you are."Despite my increasing flush and plethora, I reopened my thighs as fully as before. My eyes met his, at to the lowest degree the instant when his centre left his study of my bitch and body to glimpse at my face. He was unabashedly gazing at my unresolved cunt and occasionally at my tits and the rest of my body.

"I don't know if I have enjoyed a woman so much as she."He looked into my eyes."Perhaps it is her maturity. She has a real number torso, doesn't she ? Her breaking ball as enticing. I think you are counterbalance, Swapnil, a intimate goddess seems capture with a piddling encouragement."

He came up between my wooden leg, knack over and kissed my cunt. I shivered and moaned. There was something about this well-heeled, successful, and attractive man who had been so unashamed about gazing upon my openly exposed dead body and then moving up to me and kissing the part of me that seemed to hold his attention, the most private part of a woman.

He put his hands out to me. I took them and he assisted me down from the cowl of the car. He pulled me into his arms and whispered into my ear,"Thank you, dear Deepti. I am sorry if that might have embarrassed you, but you are so lovely."He put me at arm's distance and looked down my consistence, again."I truly do enjoy a more mature woman."He held my eyes."You've been very receptive to everything nowadays to you, so far. Are you ready for more than ?"

I nodded and stepped into him, putting my weapons system around his neck."Yes, Sir. Anything. Everything. You've helped me experience thing and feel affair I never believed I would or thought possible."I looked over at Sheru and he chuckled.

"I am glad to hear that."During this time, Swapnil had disappeared behind the car and was removing two deep mantle and spreading them on some nearby marvellous weed. Mr. Iyer saw where my centre were watching."Yes, my dear. Have you ever been fucked three meter in one session, Deepti ? Would you care to be ?"

My oral fissure dropped open, then formed into a widely smiling. I demurely looked at him,"Sir, as I have told you before until all this started, I was only fucked by one man and that turned out to be very unsatisfactorily. Everything you have offered me has been amazing and satisfied me, but each has left me with an increased craving for what else was possible."I paused and placed the side of my face against his chest."I will try anything you desire of me, Sir. You have ignited something inside me that has inflamed desires, motive, cravings I didn't know could exist."I raised my header to engage his center, unaware that Swapnil had completed the arrangement of the blankets and was watching and listening to our exchange."Sir, I feel I am at a precipice in my life. My life has been unsatisfying and frustrating, but it was the spirit I had. You've shown me affair, made me find things, so many affair, that are beyond my ability to utter. The bare desires I felt born from my thwarting to accept matured into cravings I don't know what bounds might subsist for them. I don't understand what is happening to me or where all this will lead me in life, but at these moments, these experiences are what I need."

He pulled me into his arm and kissed the top of my mind, his hands stroking down my bare back to the top of my butt. I melted into his embrace. That printing I had of him early, fatherly, morphed into something more. There was caring, respect, and consideration flowing from him, but there was also warmth and desire, desire for me.

He guided me gently to the blanket. I looked at him and Swapnil standing position by English. They were also wearing masks now and I remembered the trains. Nothing was said or indicated. I simply dropped to my genu in front of them. I moved my hands to Mr. Iyer's belt warp, first. I undid his belt, his falloff clasp and slide fastener, then pulled his pants and underclothing off his hips and down his legs. I did it quickly and without flash. I looked up at his face and smiled at him. His cock was uncircumcised, also. Although not nearly as long as Swapnil's, it was longer than my married man's, the only other stopcock I had any experience with. I raised his cock with one paw and licked the underside of it from base to top. I put the top into my back talk and began sucking on it. I pulled my mouth off, get out the foreskin back to expose the head, and returned my mouth to give suck on the exposed school principal. I heard him gasp, his hand resting on the top of my head and I smiled around the cock.

I moved to Swapnil and repeated everything with him, sucking his cock about the same length of clock time. Then, I moved back and Forth River between the two men, sucking and licking each until I had two hard rooster standing before me.

I sat back on my dog, my knees separated to register my slit and looked up at the two of them."sir, would you like to cum in my mouth ? Or, would you like to cum inside me ? Consider me yours. How may I please you ?"

Mr. Iyer responded,"I thought this was about finding style of pleasuring you, my honey Deepti."

I smiled demurely,"I will observe pleasure in pleasing you both."

"And Sheru ?"

I giggled,"Yes, oh, yesssss … and Sheru."

He motioned me to lie on the blankets."I want to look into your heart as I fuck you, Deepti."I was on my back, my knees bent and feast open. I held my weapon system out to him and he knelt between my leg and aimed his firmly peter to my bitch, moving the drumhead up and down until he found my hole and pressed into me.

I gasped at his penetration. Opening my eyes to find him supported above me on his arms, his rose hip smoothly and slowly pulling his dick back, then forward back in. I sighed and smiled up at him."Thank you."He looked at me questioningly."I have imagined you doing this for a while since we started communicating. Now, I have you and you feel wonderful."

"You are an enchanting cleaning woman, my dearly. Your husband is a fool."

I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled his face to mine and we kissed. I didn't want to believe about my husband. I only want these two men … and the dog.

My orgasm hit me before he climaxed, but it seemed that my orgasm may have stimulated his. My cunt clenched around his cock and he groaned, soon after he was shooting his cum into my consistency. He collapsed on top of me and I held him tight, feeling his prick move inside me as the concluding of his semen leaked from his cock.

Before the net meter at this topographic point, Mr. Iyer had questioned me at length about the protective cover I might be using. He was pertain because we were a sexless marriage. He didn't want to introduce Swapnil as a collaborator for me if there was a opportunity of my getting meaning. I had laughed. Although his family had blamed me for being infertile, it was a backup man to Prakash and it was at his insistence that I had my tube-shaped structure tied to eliminate the possibility in the future. Once fully immersed in his sort out animation, the net matter he felt he needed was suddenly having a family involved. Such was my existence.

The thought process of fertile semen swimming around in lookup of an egg gave me goosebumps but it wasn't to be and never would.

Swapnil had his own idea of what he wanted to do. With my limited exposure to sex and position, he lay on his dorsum. I looked down at him puzzled. He told me to straddle his organic structure and sit down on him, penetrating myself with his stopcock. I smiled at the thought and did as he instructed. I sighed as his dick penetrated me and continued to sigh as I sat down completely.

"Oh, my God ! How wonderful !"

He laughed."Do you know Kama Sutra ?"I laughed. I was golden to feature any sex."This is called, ‘ Tigress ’. It puts the charwoman in control."

I smiled as I raised up, then sank back down. Over and over. I loved this status. Then, he added more,"There are many positions, Deepti. Move your base in front man of you and slant back to me."I felt his script hold my back as I continued to rise and lower, this position causing contact in new ways."Now turn around without losing my cock."I looked over my shoulder joint as if to challenge the pedagogy, but I did as he directed. It was so strange to feel him as I twisted around. Then he had me lean back as he held my handwriting. Then he pulled my pes alongside his headland and I leaned back onto his legs. His cock pressed hard against my abdomen.

"These are all positions, Swapnil ?"I was gasping. The changing of positions worked to retard the orgasm that was building.

"Variants of positions."He had me sitting facing him, leaning over his fount."There are one C of place and variations."

He thrust into me and I came, I exploded. I dropped my body onto his and buried my facial expression into his shirt. Just then, the commuter train gearing blasted its horn and roared retiring us. That ignited a second blowup inside me and my clenching slit brought him to climax.

The train had passed with hardly another thought. I was still on top of him. He didn't seem in a hastiness to break and I certainly wasn't. I could sense his cock softening inside me, slowly shrinking back like a retreating snake.

I raised up and looked at him, then craned my head to gaze up at Mr. Iyer."century you say ?"

Mr. Iyer smiled down at us."fountainhead, that is what Swapnil said. He knows safe than me, certainly. But … I think a sex goddess should be well versed in many of those status, don't you ?"I smiled up at him and nodded.

I looked down to Swapnil,"I think I would require a patient instructor."He smiled back to me and pulled me into a kiss and long cuddle.

I felt bm and new sounds near. Without raising my foreland off Swapnil's chest, I found Mr. Iyer's branch and metrical foot and the golden fur of Sheru seating next to him. The perfume of sex, even outside, must have been potent because the tip of his cock was peeking from his sheath. I raised myself to sit on Swapnil's coxa. His cock had fully shrunk and only the head of it was still in my puss. As soon as I moved, though, it too slipped out. As it slipped from my taking hold hole, I attempted to squeeze with the muscles, bringing a smiling from him.

I moved off Swapnil and sat on my heels in front of the dog and Mr. Iyer. I patted my second joint and Mr. Iyer released him to come to me. I buried his head into my naked soundbox, my blazon around his neck opening as I petted and stroked his physical structure, his tail wagging furiously in response. Swapnil was rising and pulling his slacks on. I patted the blanket to let Sheru get down on his face. I nuzzled his typeface, my hand moving over his belly. After the previous experiences with the dogs, my natural process was much less doubtful. My fingers quickly moved over the cocktail dress, stroking the sides and holding it in my hand.

Without looking up,"You said your wienerwurst had never experienced pairing with other women, Sir ?"

"Correct, you are the first."I smiled. I remembered my horse sense of almost pride at being their entirely human-bitch.

"So, you have never actually seen a charwoman with a dog ?"I looked up at him with the fingers of one hired man stroking the sheath of his dog and the other fondling my own tit. My optic felt glazed with renewed lecherousness. He shook his drumhead. I smiled and dropped my attention back to the dog.

My knife found the tip of his exposed shaft tip and I licked off the drop of precum forming there. I put my backtalk over the tip and sucked More out and feeling the cock growing as I did it. I slid the cock into my sass the column inch or so until I felt the fir of his sheath. I pulled back and pushed down over it, over and over, taking more cock in the process. When I was satisfy, I pulled my mouth off and gazed at the reddish dick. Without looking at either of the men and mumbling more than speaking, I confessed a new edifice desire.

"Someday, I will find and sample man or dog-cum in my sass after bringing it to climax."

I didn't wait for a reply, it was my own new desire, not born from their desires. I moved to my hands and human knee and patted my ass. Sheru jumped to his feet and sniffle my ass. He gave me a few cursory licks, then was quickly on my backbone, his hips thrusting at me. My paw moved to serve him and even the flavor of the cock sliding over my palm was thrilling. Like a Pavlovian trigger, the feeling on my palm tree triggered the expectation of penetration and my strong-arm and vocal answer. I would not cause been surprised if my cunt didn't oscitance open in the anticipation of the cock.

I gasped and moaned with the initial incursion, then pressed back into him as he repositioned his grip around my waistline and drove deeper into me. Then, as his frantic, a****listic union behaviour fully engaged, I heard the exclaiming from both men as they watch the dog yield over the mating rite. My capitulum sagged on my shoulders. When my eyes slit open, I was again cognisant of how my tits swung underneath me as the dog fiercely pounded my bitch with his cock. The emphatic and dominating fucking served to wake the remaining growth required for his tool. I felt it grow inside me and felt the international nautical mile forming. At firstly, I felt something larger pushing between my backtalk, then it was too expectant and was caught outside banging against my twat. I pressed back at him as he pressed and forced his feat at me. The dog cock is serious for fucking. The nautical mile is entirely unlike, hitting spots inside me that only it can with regularity. The slub was a wonderful part of fucking a dog and an experience I knew I could never tire of.

When his naut mi stretched me all-embracing and finally pushed in, my mind and pot were singularly focused on that achievement. The import of debut sent me into orgasm, an sexual climax I was told had me shouting and screaming my reaction, but it was drowned out by the exit of the future commuter train train. I only became aware of the geartrain as the final stage elevator car were passing. The sudden awareness was shocking and intense and resulted in another orgasmic flush crashing over me even before the previous one had ebbed.

Several days later, I was sitting on a terrace in Sundar Nagar Garden next to the football field. I was watching the match. A young player from the far slope had just sent a long pass toward the front of the goal and his teammate soared into the air and executed a perfect header, sending the ball into the end. I have long marveled at the physical skills some hoi polloi possess. Mr. Iyer was sitting next to me pretending to show a newspaper while Swapnil sat on a work bench across the walk looking at his smartphone.

Without looking up from the paper, he casually commented to me,"If I never saw you with the hound again, Deepti, I would be eternally grateful for having witnessed it. The trope is one I could replay in my mind in all right point. But, I hope it is not the last time."

I glanced at him from the street corner of my eyes."I hope not, too, Sir."

"Deepti, do you know what a submissive personality is ?"

"You have used the term before, Sir. I looked it up on the internet and did some research. I think I understand."

"You understand the term ?"

I giggled nervously,"Yes, certainly, but I also understand why you have used it with me. I see now how my family had control over me and was able to dictate and keep in line my decisions and choices. I understand why my married man's family was willing to resolve on a girl from my screen background. I would be easily controlled and manipulated to answer the needs of my husband."

He was nodding, still seeming to be engrossed in some history in the paper."I am guessing that despite the treatment you receive from your hubby and your growing craving for sexual gratification, you still maintain an orderly and efficient base for him."I nodded."But, you don't flavour whole, fulfilled, do you, Deepti ?"I shook my caput. My eyes moistened and I looked away from the match, my eyes not focused on anything. He was right, I didn't find any fulfilment in my life. And, if this was his way of letting me recognise he couldn't continue to avail me, I didn't know what I might do. His mitt moved to my arm and gently touched it."Deepti, a submissive is fulfilled by pleasing and serving, but there is also a thick demand to be respected and honored in the cognitive operation. Without that, it might as well be a retainer's job."

I looked directly at him and he put the composition down on his lap."That is the way I feel. You understand, don't you ? You have for a yearn time."He nodded. I dropped my forefront and mumbled,"I don't know what to do. Are you telling me we are done ? Are you saying my duty is to my married man ? Are you saying this has been an intriguing lark, but it can't continue ?"

I couldn't bear to look at him in instance his answer was the dreaded reaction I didn't want to hear. But, I heard his vocalization luminousness, but firm, in control,"Are you dressed appropriately for our meeting ?"My oculus opened wide. I was wearing a saree with a top, but underneath I was not wearing a bra or scanty or underskirt. I looked up smiling and nodded. I was also blushing, not because of the admission but because of the feelings of anticipation. I glanced at Swapnil and saw the kind, friendly, and caring smile lighting up his case."I have no desire to end this, Deepti. Quite the opposite, in fact. I want to actuate this relationship forward, but I think to move it forward would require some changes in your life."

"What kind of alteration ?"

He turned on the bench to look directly at me."Big modification. You want to be dislodge to know what is possible, don't you ? You are more than than a squawk, Deepti. Recently, you have shown that you could also be a slut."My cheek showed my reaction."Do you doubt it ? I know your desire, craving for detent. It was the wienerwurst that truly set you unloosen. But, you have also shown you might crave the pleasures of men, as well, like a true slut. A submissive like you, Deepti, a cunt to dogs and a slut to men, would be fun to encounter with."

"What I now appear to be was with your guidance and assistance, Sir."

He nodded."Yes, there was that. I confess my part in directing and manipulating your experiences all the way to sucking and fucking Swapnil before you eagerly did the same to both of us together."He chuckled."Then, as though we weren't enough for you, you wanted to be mounted by Sheru."I giggled shyly at the recent memory."Swapnil called you a sex goddess, remember ? I think with Sir Thomas More counseling and control he will be adjust, more so than he might deliver expected. Do you disagree, Deepti ?"

I shook my head."No, Sir. I mean, I don't know about the goddess character, but the mind he was expressing is exciting for me to imagine. But, it has been through your counselling …"I looked over to Swapnil …"and Swapnil's participation, of course."

He smiled and nodded. Then, he became very serious and held my eye with his."Deepti, do you need this to continue, even to grow ?"I nodded."Are you trusted, Deepti ? To retain like this would become more restrictive and bad. It can be continued and grown but it would command the big changes I was referring to. To truly continue this satisfactorily we have to bring this out of the tincture. You are a woman who needs strong dominance and direction."

"I'm not for certain I understand."

He chuckled,"I know you don't. You are like a neophyte waiting to be groomed into being the slut and kick you could be. That can't be done in a few time of day at a metre, a few times a calendar week. It requires turning your life over to it."

I looked up at him. I was stunned. When he said there would need to be variety, I never thought he meant changes at that story. How could those alteration happen as a married womanhood afraid of what could fall out ? Oh … my God ! Is he talking about leaving Prakash ?

"Sir, I can't leave …"

He put up his hired hand."I understand how important the perception of your marriage is for you and your family line. Though, I don't think that husband of yours deserves you. He is a sap to own left you in this State that you should find yourself."

I stood and faced him while keeping a sizable separation between us in grammatical case someone should notice us."I don't understand, Sir. What can you possibly do to establish a difference beyond what we have been doing ?"

"result me this round-eyed doubt : Do you want to be shown, led, instructed, guided, and freed to attempt and find experiences you have only imagined and then well beyond those ?"How would he do that ? How do I resolve that ? How could I still be married and actualise all that ? But, if I could … of course, I would want that. What does that piss me ? A strumpet, a beef ? Yes, that's what it would piddle me. Isn't that what I have been moving toward with his guidance, already ? Of course !

"Yes … I would require that, but how ?"

"Deepti, there is a saying : To subsist fully you have to try out ; to take the ability to experiment, you have to have confidence ; to have assurance, you have to be secure ; to be safe, you have to trust."He looked into my eyes deeper."I have asked you before if you trusted me and you always said, yes. This time it is a much bigger interrogative, isn't it ? Do you entrust me this much, Deepti ? Do you trust me to not only to unblock you up to receive Thomas More of this while maintaining your marriage but do you trust me to control what you experience ? I am not offering you a love relationship, Deepti, this will be directing you into experiences."

"Yes, Sir. I do trust you with my being. However you think you can do all this, yes, I trust you to do it. It excites me, Sir. I have become wicked in my desires, I need your guidance."

"Good, excellent. I am shake, too, as I am for certain is Swapnil."He chuckled and glanced to his help who smiled. Keep that telephone nearby. In the succeeding day or two, I will prognosticate for a group meeting for it all to be explained."

"Yes, Sir."I was almost lightheaded, which on its face seemed foreign. I was almost giddy to truly become a submissive, controlled woman directed to increasing sexual experiences. But, I very definitely was.

He turned to allow for, his eyes showing that he wanted to give me a parting osculation. After only a few steps, I saw Swapnil say something to Mr. Iyer and he turned around."Deepti, when I call for you, don't forget to trim appropriately."

I smile … and blushed. I call after him with hullabaloo,"Yes, Sir."

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