We recently moved into a new neighborhood. As I was rummaging around in the dome, I discovered a diary. Most of it was pretty tame stuff, but the stopping point few ledger entry got pretty juicy. Here's what I found :

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December 5th - dawning

As had become routine, my husband hot dog flopped down at our kitchen tabular array for a prompt breakfast. His fingerbreadth worked furiously on the screenland of his ever-present phone, checking emails, texts, and the modish stock statistics. Aside from wondering when his toast and deep brown might magically appear, I doubt he would even consume noticed if I wasn't there. Like many a Lester Willis Young ‘ trophy married woman ’, my illusions of a fantasy marriage to a rich older guy had quickly evaporated in the first few months of our union. I sighed, realizing that I had become relegated to simply another one of the many expensive furnishing that comprised ‘ Frank's Big Collection of toy ’.

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

Suddenly I flinched as I felt a cold wet nose spurring at my knee. I heard a repose whimper from below the kitchen table. I reached down and petted Shindo, our purebred Akita. As with everything else we owned, the big dog had set wiener back a belittled fortune. Yet Shindo was pretty lots my dog since I was the sole one who gave him any tending. The boatload of money Shindo had cost had done nothing to see to it a well-behaved animal. He was overly up-and-coming, with a taste for getting into anything and everything. One of his well-nigh annoying traits was that he would make a bee-line for any unprotected groin, sniffing and prodding with his cold wet nose into the most internal of shoes. We had to be on constant guard against his embarrassing antics if we had client in the house.

But as I sat there at the kitchen table, marveling at the luxury train wreck my life had become, I was suddenly struck with a very naughty and disaffected belief. I smiled pleasantly at Frank as I meticulously buttered a fade of my toast. Under the mesa, I allowed my leg to percentage. Shindo was ready to arrogate upon the chance and I felt him wriggle his way between my leg. Still dressed in a bathrobe, I closed my au naturel thigh down in a welcoming embrace around the eager Akita, stifling a playful squeal as I felt his snoot prod up against my scanty clad crotch.

I squirmed in my buns, unsure of what would encounter next. Whenever Shindo was in one of his crotch-diving climate we always chastised him or banished him from the way. Never had the canine been given free rein, so this was uncharted territory for us both. His warm up breath washed across my pie-eyed little blank pantie. I choked back a giggle as his cold wet olfactory organ pressed into my pubic region, sniffing enthusiastically at the alluring odour he discovered there.

My heart was beating with a combination of fear and lustful inflammation. What if hotdog noticed something awry and discovered the gamey bow-wow between my stage ? I couldn't even imagine the embarrassment as I would have to try to explicate myself. I felt a red flush of shame creep its way up my face. I should put a check to this immediately, I realized. I chewed nervously at my humbled lip, and then did the only reasonable thing. I slowly scooted forward to the edge of my chair, spreading my legs wide and allowing the funny Akita unrestricted access.

Immediately his wet dogtooth spit caressed my panty-covered vaginal mound. I clenched my dentition, holding in a lustful moan of passion. This was already Thomas More versed attending than I had received from Frank in month. I felt my panties quickly begin to wash, absorbing both saliva from Shindo's gumptious tongue and the steamy dampness oozing from my humid vaginal slit. My tight slippery cunt -- neglected for far too long -- eagerly unfurled its fleshy pinkish back talk. The Akita dug deeper, lured by the irresistible flavor. Pressing his snout harder into my lewd cleft, Shindo worked his fierce tongue against the thin cotton fiber barrier, pushing the genitals of my pantie up into my cubby little cunt. I gripped the bound of the table with both hands, fighting the need to thrash my stage in response to simmering sexual urge that were quickly coming to a boil.

The Akita nipped gently at my panty-covered pussycat lips and I shuddered, giving in to the inevitable climax. My breathing became ragged and desperate, and suddenly my hips bucked of their own accord. The articulatio of the professorship creaked alarmingly, but frank didn't seem to notice. The heftiness in my second joint clenched and trembled as a convulsive spasm gripped my cunt. Barely in control of my body, I ground my hips in a slow, sensual motion in the kitchen chair as Shindo eagerly consumed the syrupy wetness that flooded through the cotton private parts of my panties. I closed my peg tightly around the Akita's furry head, wrapping him in a do it bosom as orgasmic ripples vibrated through the depths of my fuck slot. Then, in a final spasm, I rocked my principal back and pressed my loins eagerly forward against the dogtooth's talented snoot. My hair whipped in a cascade of blonde and I dared to let my hand slip from the tabular array and caress my au naturel upper second joint. Dragging my fingers up over my corporation, I sensuously squeezed my boob, pinching my aching mamilla through the gentle covering of my robe.

Then -- finally -- I felt the wonderful sensations in my twat Menachem Begin to falter. Small post-orgasmic tremors continued to register as Shindo maintained a steady calendar method with his talented cunt-licking tongue. Despite his energetic efforts, the flowage of honied fluids poured through my panty faster than he could lap them up. I felt a warm, glutinous pool Begin to organize on the tail of the chairman, soaking my panties from below. The scent of wet cunt butter hung heavily in the air, overwhelming the mundane breakfast smell of coffee berry and goner.

"well, clock time to go,"weenie announced, ending his conversation and rising from the board. I jerked in shock and then looked at him, slack-jawed and with glazed eyes, trying to recover from my sexually-induced stupefaction. He took no notice of my tussled hair, blushing expression, or panting breather as he gathered his keys and briefcase and headed out to his car. I heard the service department door bicycle and the locomotive of his Mercedes growl to life. The sound of the car receded as the reflex service department door rattled shut. I sat there at the kitchen mesa in my cum-soaked step-in as Shindo continued to diligently work his knife in my panty crotch. A singled tear rolled down my boldness as I stared ahead into nihility.



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December 6th - dawning

Frank arrived at breakfast, his speech sound once again his steadfast companion as I faded into the background of his world. I however felt a renewed sentiency of excitement."I still thinking about joining that gym,"I blurted, looking to Frank for some sort of citation. It was a banner day as he granted me a barely detectable nod as he pecked out an email."It's one of those all-lady gymnasium, just in face you're occupy about that,"I continued. wienerwurst's total lack of reaction suggested that he wasn't overly concerned.

"fountainhead, let's see what sort of delicacy we have for breakfast today,"I remarked mostly to amuse myself. I suppressed a grin, given that the spread on the table was the Lapp fare as every day -- coffee and toast. However, the spread head under the table today was slightly different. Shindo was uncharacteristically well behaved, sitting patiently under the mesa. It was almost as if he and I were co-conspirators in our blue trivial unavowed. But as I spread my legs he quietly rose to his feet and worked his way between my soft, creamy thighs. Today he found no pantie barrier separating him from my girlish appeal. Instead he found me moist and expectant, my naked, ruffled pussy lips already unfurl with arousal. Perched on the boundary of the chair, I spread my legs, causing my slit to goggle unfold for him. Looking down I saw a dribble of my larder sauce ooze out, trailing down to the floor on a shimmering bilgewater of vaginal fluid. The big dog intercepted the slowly descending waft on his natural language, licking his chops in expectation.

Then Shindo plunge into the master course. His rough wet clapper embraced the sassing of my goofball, savoring the tasty dismission glistening on my garden pink physical body. Licking me uninfected, he pulled back, his jowls working as he relished the lingering savor. As a trial, I attempted to distract him with a small box of toast. Normally he was up for any little morsel, but the large canine completely ignored it. He had obviously acquired a preference for the preference of buttery slit muffin instead. I popped the composition of toast in my mouth and chewed as the Akita pushed his schnozzle back against my twat. I squirmed as his common cold nose made link with my clit. His natural language teased my fleshy little nub of delight and I gave a mortify gasp in response. Then his unwritten extremity slipped lower, working its way into the clutching tunnel of my cunt. Elbows on the table, I interlaced my fingers and rested my chin on my hands, trying to maintain a bored expression as various inches of wet dog spit wriggled up into my tight little snatch.

The Akita attempted to explore every hidden nook and chap of my clutching knock vaginal folds, turning his furry oral sex this way and that to exploit every angle. I had never imagined that a doggy tongue was so incredibly long -- or maneuverable. But it was a discovery that I enjoyed with prurient delight. And then, just as I thought that the canid had finally achieved the ultimate limits of his viva orbit, I felt his furry snout begin to pry its way into my pussy. I gulped in repugnance, realizing that the animal seemed design on fucking me with his font. I groaned at the sensation but then started to get down my hired hand to draw out his hooter back out of my twat. But then I flinched, quickly resuming my chin-on-hands pose as Frank looked up and favored me with a rare but disinterested glance. I reached down with trembling hand and retrieved my cup of coffee, desperately attempting to asseverate a normal face as a middling portion of the Akita's snout tunneled its way into my quivering cunt.

I set the cup down in its dish aerial, a rattling racket filling the kitchen as the two pieces of Communist China clattered together under my shaking fingers. I squirmed in my chair, trying to accommodate the incredible stretching maven in my pussy. Then Shindo's lingua lashed out once again, digging its way into previously unexplored regions of my lusty fuck arm. I could feel the wet tip of his tongue deeply embedded, devouring the viscid discharge that oozed in an unstoppable menses from my overweight vaginal embrace. It felt as if the rapacious beast was only a few inches short of slipping his aegir clapper into the opening move of my womb. Accepting that mental image as a challenge I spread my limber second joint even wider and gently pressed my hips forward onto his neb. The Akita seemed to sense my wanton need, responding with a forceful push of his own.

A glistening sheen of perspiration broke out on my forehead, betraying the endeavor of our lewd interaction. The collaborative exercise paid off, and another two column inch of furry canine schnoz were press-fit into my greedy little cunt. But then, just as I was expecting his tongue to take up its lecherous explorations, the Akita pulled back, withdrawing his beak from my twat and leaving me gaping and in a do-or-die province of frustration. Then I heard Shindo heave a desperate breath and I realized the reason for his natural process. The poor doggie was ineffective to breath with his snout deeply buried in the deepness of my tight wet twat. The Akita's sides heaved as he replenished his oxygen supply.

I gazed down at the dogtooth with vexation but he appeared to be recovering. Then with renewed vigor he licked the thick froth of slit pick from his mandibula and burrowed his way back into my creamy burrow of lust. I bit my low-pitched lip as he stretched me to new limit point. A stifle moan of mania almost escaped my lips. His gazed up at me with an unquestioning mixed bag of canine making love and lust. His snout was buried so thick that his nighttime soulful eyes stopped just short of my widely stretched glistening pussy lips. deep in the depths of my twat I felt his tongue surge Forth, wriggling and twisting as it burrowed its way into the far reaches of my grasping wet embrace.

Suddenly I trembled, feeling the tip of his wriggling clapper breach the entryway to a new region of my trunk. The onset of my orgasm was mental, overwhelmed by the realization that I had the tip of a naughty doggy tongue tickling the entrance to my womb. I barely managed to perish back a delirious scream of ecstasy, throttling it back to a barely hearable growl of animalist warmth. Then my slit contracted in a powerful spasm and my hips bucked in rapid succession, burying even more of Shindo's large honker in my alarmingly over-stretched twat. I fought a despairing battle to maintain ascendancy of my physical structure, 50 I fall to the storey flopping like a Pisces the Fishes in the grip of my orgasmic contractions. My knuckles turned white as I gripped the bound of the table and hung on in despair. I bit my humble lip as my prolonged orgasm caused my pussy to clench down over and over, grasping at the Akita's deeply embedded hooter and glossa. Shindo rode me like an expert, moving with my every buck and bend, unrelenting in his oral attending. My thighs quivered in a sinewy cramp as I closed them tightly around the head of my furry friend. Finally, with a hush gasp, I suddenly relaxed as the last of my coming was wrung from the flexing tissue paper of my twat.

Shindo withdrew, panting and desperate for a renewed inflow of air. My twat gaped shamelessly and a seeming river of melted cunt butter poured from my capable nookie slot. The milklike dismissal dripped freely and clung to both of my inside thighs in a shimmering coat. I blinked, trying to focus on Frank as he sat in his chair, still design on his all-important text edition message. A growing pool of simmering pussy pick grew on the floor between my feet, but Shindo was prompt and eager to lap up all the incriminating evidence.

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

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December 6th - afternoon

After a foresightful shower and a quick lunch I gathered up my courage and made my way down to Bumper's, the ladies-only gym and spa I had found. I went up to the riposte and told the girl I was thinking about getting a rank. She introduced herself as Lydia, and told me she was the owner. I was impressed since she seemed to be only a few eld older than my age of twenty. Lydia gave me an in-depth tour. We talked about the various use classes that were offered and she showed me how to use a lot of the weightiness machines, stationary bikes, and tread-wheel. I liked what I saw, and signed up for a six month membership on the spot.

I had brought some workout dress with me, so I went into the locker room and changed. I felt a little stymie, wearing my old"how-do-you-do pussycat"sports bra from high-pitched school day. But I figured I could buy some new gear once I got a sense of what was considered fashionable around here. Stepping back out of the locker elbow room, I surveyed the vast array of gym equipment, not sure where to start. There was a Jazzercise year in academic session, so I went over to watch, just trying to get a tactile property for everything.

As I was standing there, I suddenly felt a presence adjacent to me. Standing to my right wing was a beautiful redhead, dressed in very short shorts and a frayed-out cut-off Rolling Stones tee shirt. She was in her late twenties and stood a couple inches improbable than my five base five height."I feel like a kid in a candy store,"she remarked, gazing out on the collection of prancing fille in an array of sweats, drawers and tight yoga pants. I felt a bit self-conscious. I was a trim one hundred and fifteen pounds, but was feeling a bit soft and wiggly compared to the difficult, tend bodies on display in the class.

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

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

"Oh ? Really ?"Maggie replied, looking me up and down."Well ... how intriguing."I gave her a friendly grinning in return, excited to already be making acquaintance."So ..."Maggie continued, bobbing her head slightly towards the former side of the gym."You wan na ?"

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

Maggie drifted her tending back to the exercise class for a moment, and then turned back to me."Tease,"she replied."Do you want to come eat my cunt ?"

My downhearted jaw dropped, thinking I must not own heard her correctly. She saw my face of shock and a red flush of embarrassment began to creep up her face."Oh my god,"she stammered."I'm so sorry ! You're not one of Lydia's girl, are you ? It's just that ... Oh, dammit, it's just that you're wearing that ‘ how-do-you-do Kitty'sports bra ... All of Lydia's girl always wear a pink ‘ Hello Kitty ’. It's variety of like the private handshake around here ... So I just thought ... Dammit ! Please, I am so dreary,"Maggie stammered in aflutter apology.

"Wait ..."I replied in a susurration, slowly piecing it together as I glanced around nervously."You mean that there are ... prostitutes here at the gym, working for Lydia ? Lesbian lady of pleasure ?"Oddly, I didn't find myself so much offended as intrigued by the scandalous notion.

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

I felt a strange touch sensation wash over me, similar to that sense of insurrection I had felt when I first let my pooch Shindo lick my panties at the breakfast board. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I wrestled with the conflicting view awash in my mind. Taking Maggie's hired man in mine, I leaned in finish."Shhh ... It's ok."I whispered. A grateful construction washed over her.

I paused, fearing that this was one of those potentially magic import, and it was balanced on the edge of slipping away forever. I swallowed, trying to pull together my courage."I ... ah ... I'm not one of Lydia's ... you know ... lady friend,"I stammered nervously."But do you guess that ... maybe ... you could teach me ?"I swallowed again, feeling a prime of embarrassment rise up my expression. Had I just done that ? Had I just propositioned a Lesbian at the gym ? Well, I guess that was one way to make water an worry impression right off the bat. I felt my tenderness drubbing in my chest as I looked deep into her eyes, visually pleading for her to not turn down me."Please ..."I urged her in a pleading rustle."Teach me how to ... to eat out your fairly niggling pussy."

A wide grinning crossed Maggie's aspect and she nodded eagerly, taking my hand in tow and leading me across the gym. After my dog Shindo's perplex oral treatment of my kitty this good morning, I certainly had a few ideas in my pass, but resolved myself to letting Maggie teach me the proverbial ropes.

Reaching the forepart desk, Maggie asked Lydia in an excited whisper,"Can we get a key to a massage way ?"Lydia looked at us in muddiness."A causa of mistaken identity,"Maggie explained, gently tracing her finger across the ‘ Hello kitty-cat'image printed across the left boob of my sports bra."But we got it sorted out, so now Suzy here is officially ‘ in training ’. You two can talk later and put to work out the details."Lydia scowled, shooting Maggie a disapproving look. Then she reluctantly handed over a key, saying nothing. I could tell she was not thrilled about Maggie's unsolicited recruiting campaign.

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December 6th - Later that afternoon

"number 1 time with Maggie ?"Lydia inquired with a knowing smirk as I approached the strawman counter at the gym about an hour later to bring back her key. A flush of disgrace rushed up my fount.

"first gear clip -- with any daughter,"I whispered, running my digit through my wet and matted tomentum. Lydia gave me a knowing smile, having apparently gotten over her earlier botheration."That girl is a bit of a squirter,"she acknowledged with a mischievous grinning. I let the understatement stand without further comment, looking down at the across-the-board, wet sputtering of female ejaculation that stained most of the front of my sports bra with Maggie's touch scent.

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

"I think so,"I acknowledged quietly, trying to cut my subconscious mind mind as it offered up dustup like ‘ lesbian, prostitute, and whore ’. Checking around to see if anyone else was within listening distance, I continued."Maggie paid me LX dollar sign. Your cut for anything that happens at the gym is one-third. Anything outside the gym is my own patronage. If I'm wearing anything with ‘ hi pussy ’, it means I'm ‘ working'that day. If anyone starts asking nosy questions, I'm out, and you don't know goose egg. Oh, and the customer is always right."

Lydia gave a slight nod of her nous as I recited each point in time from memory."Clever girl,"she praised, gesturing towards my fistful of handbill with a flick of her finger. I peeled off the least sticky XX dollar bill beak for her and tucked the rest into my pocket."Welcome to the gym,"Lydia offered

Just then Maggie strolled by, a spring in her footstep and looking immensely satisfied. He gave my ass a playful slap as she passed. She paused, leaning over tabulator with a whisper to my new ‘ chief ’."That's a prize minuscule cunt, there Lydia. You put that fille and her magic knife to cultivate for you !"

I blushed fiercely at the compliment and gave her departing number a Wave as the nominal head door banged shut. I turned and headed for the shower, realizing that I was going to need to indue in a whole lot more ‘ Hello pot'workout wearing apparel if I planned on presenting a fresh appearance for each new customer during the day. But for today there was nix to be done but simply muddle through. I went back over to the exercise elbow room, seeing what new attention I might attract in the crowd of girls ...

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December 9th - sunrise

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

The Akita was not appeased with my attempt. With an effortless spring, the huge dog leapt up onto the bed, causing the frame to skreak under the impact."Shindo ! Naughty Doggy !"I chastised, half-heartedly trying to shoo him back off onto the floor. He resisted and I giggled at the game."Well, at least you came to wish well me a felicitous birthday,"I sighed sadly. I had hoped in vain that Frank might stimulate left a card, heyday, or a present for my 21st, but found no evidence of any such efforts.

Shindo barked and lunged at me teasingly and we tussled in the covers. I shrieked in surprise as I tumbled from the bed, dragging a tangle of covers, pillows, and a barking Akita with me as I fell. Laughing I squirmed to unwrap myself from the gin of the cover wound around my leg. As I struggled to get onto my custody and knees I suddenly felt a weighty weight land on my vertebral column. Shindo wrapped his furry front paws around my nude torso. I felt something stiff and fleshy prod insistently at the cotton crotch of my step-in as the expectant Akita jostled for position on my upturned hindquarters. I glanced over at the full length mirror on the closet doorway, seeing Shindo mounted on my back. His furry haunches ground against my firm little panty-clad tail.

He pulled back for a moment and I gasped at the reflected icon. The Akita was sporting a huge erection ! It was every bit of eight inches in distance, and looked to be as loggerheaded as my wrist joint. A retentive, slimed pearl of pre-cum dangled from the fleshy tip. Shindo turned and looked at me in the mirror, our centre merging and lockup in a meaningful exchange. Now I suppose that any respectful girl will evidence you that she would consume immediately put a arrest to this obscene development. Honestly, I'll believe that when I see it. My internal secretion were raging from my lesbian encounters at the gym over the yesteryear several days. I had been too long ignored by a neglectful husband. There wasn't even much of a moral plight. One way or another, I was going to get my birthday fuck !

Straining against the Akita's body exercising weight I managed to rise to a kneeling position. Shindo kept his front paws tightly locked around my rib cage, hopping awkwardly on his hind legs as I shifted position. His furry paws clamped possessively around my body, just underneath my lowly firm tits. My nipples were perked into set lilliputian heavy brown centre of luxuria. My fingers frantically reached for the waistband of my panties, dragging them down to my knees and exposing my rapidly moistening pussycat. With a grunt I dropped back down onto my deal and knee joint as the huge dog's weight once more settled down onto my rear. Shido squirmed, maneuvering himself into station. I wriggled my hips in invitation. Carefully the Akita maneuvered the tip of his stopcock into alignment, finding the curtain raising to my quivering pussy and easing himself just inside.

With graceful motion, Shindo pressed himself forward. Nearly half his cock slid into my cunt with a Delicious rubbing. I groaned with passion, clenching my vaginal sinew, causing him to slowly craunch to a halt. He issued an excited barque, thrilled to get a line that his human female friend had a wonderfully compressed and fuckable bozo. He withdrew, fighting against the greedy, grasping bosom of my humid fuck burrow. Only the tip of his shaft remained embed as he steadied himself. Then with a forceful lunge he thrust up and into me. I met him with a animal response of my own, urgently rolling my pelvic arch up and back. I grunted under the encroachment, my naked ass cheeks flattening as they pushed up tight against his furry haunches. With that vigorous thrust he was fully hilted, his full-of-the-moon round ball liberation pressed up tight against my vaginal lips.

He paused, jostling on my back as he adjusted his stance. Then, as if by mutual unverbalized agreement, we both built up to a furious pace. He pounded me like a machine, his haunches a fuzz as he thrust and withdrew in a cycle of brutal, punishing love knife thrust. I moaned like a whore, bucking my coxa frantically as I clenched my vaginal brawniness, milking the duration of his massive rooster. Our sexual coupling was savage, animalistic, and exactly what I desperately needed. I felt him grip down harder around my rib cage, betraying the urgency of his move. His jaws latched onto a patch of my recollective blonde hair, yanking my headspring backwards and causing me to arc my spine downward in response. My hips rolled upward, pressing my quivering pussy harder into his pubes. My puss lips rippled, clasping his pistoning cock in a taut, loving bosom. Vaginal fluids drained from the tight seal between my lips and his slit. A steady trickle oozed out and splattered down into the panties spanned between my knees. Soaking through the thinly cottony material they began to broadcast a wet brand into the pricy Oriental rug beneath me.

Shindo lunged forward and held his position, every last thrill inch of his massive cock socketed deep in my grateful picayune pussy. He issued a quiet whine and then I felt his cock knot get down to swell inside my twat. It was the vital present moment. If I expelled him now I could give up myself from this punishing sexual brush. But I knew if I delayed, my luck would be sealed. Cunt and canine would be coupled together until he unloaded his bollock into the depths of my womb. There was really only one choice in the matter. I lowered my face to the carpeting in a submissive position, pressing my hip back against him hard. The bare cheeks of my firm nates flattened as I ground myself against him. I clenched down tightly with my slit, making sure he had no hazard to escape. My naked second joint trembled with anticipative lust as I felt his mi continue to tumesce. My pussy strained with the massive stretch, the lips of my bitch bulging outward around his troll, fleshy anchorperson. His knot swelled to its level best size, throbbing ominously within the straining lips of my twat. I was securely mounted and nil could separate us now.

Shingo let go of my tomentum and raised his head towards the ceiling. A extended howling filled the room, accompanied by my eagre squeal of passionateness. I felt his balls pull up tight against the widely splayed lips of my snatch, contracting in a knock-down spasm. His cock swelled alarmingly within the confines of my tight little pussy as a thundering freight of hot dog cum raced down the length of his irradiation. I gasped, feeling him detonate inside me. A geyser of doggy sperm rocketed into my vaginal tunnel, a tidal moving ridge of frothing goo spraying and splattering every death corner and cranny of my quivering pussy. I shrieked, feeling my cunt convulse in a mightily orgasm. My rippling vaginal muscles clamped down tight on his invading ray of light, milking him in a potent grip as his cum carom unloaded his second eruption into my heart and soul.

My orgasm raced through my consistence. I clenched my tooth as my vision blurred. My thigh and pot shivered with lustful pleasure as my pussy lips seemed to wriggle with a mind of their own. I even felt my plastered little asshole ruck in and out in a rhythmic serial publication of orgasmic contractions, gaping open and then clenching tightly shut as I shuddered and gasped for breath.

Shindo thrust again, raising my knee off the floor with the force of his lunge. A third fountain of dog cum was forcefully delivered into my cunt. I felt the delicate tissues begin to stretch, filled to the limit with an overstuffing of cock and cum. The Akita's cock swelled once Thomas More, quivering in the travelling bag of my orgasmic vaginal embrace as his balls pumped furiously. With no outer space left within my pussy, his scalding gusher of cum boiled over into my uterus, coating my viscera with a soothing glaze of his gluey sexual love potion. I was absolutely wax to the brim. Shindo bucked his haunches again, seemingly tireless in his efforts to inject his gooey seed into every last cleft of my pussy. But I was finally overloaded. I felt my stomach crestless wave as his putz pulsed, launching ever more yearn stringy ropes of churning cum into my cunt. The SEAL of my clutching pussy lips around his throbbing cock gave way and a cascade of frothing cum and vaginal juice gushed forth, splattering obscenely into my drench panties and onto the now ruined imported rug.

Shindo gave one final exhausted poking and More rivulets of our mixed cream drained from my exhausted pussy. Then he collapsed on my dorsum, both of our sides heaving as we desperately fought to regain our breathing spell. As his breathing finally resumed normal he gave the rachis of my neck a series of loving licks. Then he attempted to light. I held him firm, clutching down tightly with the warm embrace of my snug snatch, not wanting to lose that wonderful sensation of fulfilment. He conceded to my desires, resting heavily on my back as his pecker nautical mile slowly subsided in the clutches of my vaginal embrace. I felt his herculean warmheartedness whacking and my own acquired his round, throbbing as a single coupled creature. After what must have been nearly half an minute his gnarl had finally deflated down to pattern size. There was zip I could do to stop the retirement of his softening peter as it slithered from my tender pussy. A cascade of pasty fluid poured from my gaping hump hole as he withdrew, adding to the hopeless stain on the rug beneath me. Streams of our jumble discharge oozed down my nude thigh as I basked in the fading afterglow.

Finally I rose, muscularity aching from the ill-chosen position. I dragged the cum-drenched panties the remainder of the way off my legs and took a recollective soothing shower. I toweled off, feeling my pussy continue to drain. I glanced at my discarded step-in on the floor, soiled wet with dog cum and vaginal goo. With a perverse horse sense of honor I tugged the habituate pantie back on, wriggling my hips to firmly seat them. The unenviable wet crotch paste itself securely to my still tender vaginal cumulus. I inhaled deeply, savoring the odor of worn out sex as it enveloped me in a heady cloud. And then, throwing on a pair of sweat and an old tee shirt, I went out to the plaza, looking to further thrive my stock list of ‘ hello Kitty'workout wearable with some well-deserved birthday shopping.

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December 9th - Afternoon

After an early lunch and a shower I finally made it to the gym. Numerous calls of"Hey Suzy !"began to ring out before I even made it to the building. I grinned and waved to them all. I had only been here a hebdomad, but I had never felt so welcome and at home anywhere in my life.

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

After we finished our pecuniary exchange, Lydia motioned me into her place, closing the room access behind us. She obviously wanted to say something, but seemed unsure of how to begin."How do you feel about ass ?"she finally inquired. I looked at her for a stunned bit and then realized she must be leading up to some form of a joke.

"Well, I did marry one,"I offered in an uncertain flavour. Lydia laughed heartily in response.

But then her locution turned back to the grave. She licked her sass, pausing in an embarrassing silence, trying to choose her words."I've had some ... ‘ special asking'from some of the ladies at the gym ..."she began, trailing off at the end. I cocked an eyebrow, singular as to what she was tap-dancing around. Taking a deep hint, she forged ahead."We used to feature a girlfriend here who had a particular talent that our bounty guest really miss. She was ... well, she had a bit of ... of an anal juju. So they were wondering if you ... I mean, no pressure, if that's not your thing, but I just thought I would shed it out there ..."She stopped there, looking at me expectantly.

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

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

"Had you ever eaten pussy before starting here ?"Lydia inquired with a winking. I shook my headspring, grinning. My life had been painfully tiresome and rule until just a few days ago."Well, you're one of those rare natural endowment when it comes to lapping up snatch. I'll bet that hot little tongue of yours could act upon its special legerdemain rimming out a tight little butthole too."

I pondered that, unable to rule any defect in her logic."Rimming"I asked in a curious hush, never having heard the term.

Lydia frowned, trying to cipher out how to outdo explain it. Suddenly her expression brightened."Here, I'll appearance you,"she replied. Stepping to her computing machine she pulled up the net and typed in a search for Lesbian rimming. A shower of linkup for pictures and TV filled the screen. I gasped at the sights, holding my deal over my mouth in shock."Pull up that one !"I urged breathlessly as a particularly pretty twosome of girls caught my attending. After an in-depth investigation of several telecasting and numerous photos, Lydia closed the screen, much to my disappointment.

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

I pondered my answer. The money sure was tempting. And I found myself more than a picayune intrigued by the idea. But could I fetch myself to do it in actuality ? I didn't want to lay down promises to Lydia and then find my science were not up to the task."I'm just not sure I would be good at it,"I confessed."I mean, maybe if one of the girlfriend were willing to let me try to learn ..."

Lydia considered this, her mind working as to who might attend to as a bequeath tutor. As her mental wheels turned, I found my gaze drawn down to the rounded swell of her pelvis. She was wearing a tight, livid mini skirt that hugged itself to the curve ball of her shapely rump. I subconsciously licked my sassing, wondering what terrific hoarded wealth might lay buried deep in the crack of her luscious ass. I could feel my panties begin to moisten at the thought. She turned to wait at me, not missing the direction of my unabashed stare. Without a Scripture she reached behind her and tugged down the zipper of her skirt. The silken garment seemed to rain cats and dogs down her shapely legs, leaving her firm creamy rear end clad only in a pin down flip-flop panty that was wedged tightly into the shot of her ass.

She bent over the desk. I approached her from behind, my heart pounding in my chest. I knelt down behind her, thinking to myself that ‘ kissing your bosses ass'was rarely performed so literally. With trembling hands I reached up and found the narrow waistband of her thong scanty. I tugged them downward, dredging the thin band out of the crack of her ass. The minor triangular crotch of the panties peeled slowly off her vaginal mound, trailing shimmering banner of pussy lube that soaked the cottony privates. She stepped with one metrical unit and then the other as I worked the pantie off her feet. Her high up heels gave a wonderful ski lift to her shapely ass as she leaned over the desk. Freed from her step-in, Lydia widened her stance, spreading her firm, tanned branch. Her ass crack gaped undefended before me, exposing her naked kitty-cat. And there, just a scant in gamey, I found the aim of my salacious desire.

I had never seen an anus close up before. It was a marvelously cunning little feature, framed so perfectly between her creamy white posterior boldness. The puckered, wrinkled flesh was a pink brown. The wrinkles radiated outward from the tightly clutched center, forming a perfect little star-shaped porta. I knew from the moment I saw it that I was in love and lust.

I leaned in, working my face into the recondite crevice of her ass offer. I used my bridge player to spread her brass, allowing me to delve deeper. Without a trace of reluctance I pressed my back talk to Lydia's puckered slight pooper. I heard her pant with pleasure as I nuzzled her in an obscene kiss. I let my tongue waver out, teasing and gently probing the incredibly tight resistance of her rectal portal. Applying more pressure level, the battle between my eagre spit and Lydia's fiercely clenched little horseshit socket began ...

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

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December 10th - Evening

After I left Lydia's position yesterday, she had enthusiastically spread the word of honor that I was now available -- and highly commend -- for ‘ scoop Service ’, to use her terminal figure. ‘ Ass licking'struck me as such a vulgar sounding way to put it, so I liked her sugar-coating condition instead. But regardless of what we chose to call it, my schedule for today filled rapidly. I had to bring in an betimes jump to get all the aegir ladies worked in. By the end of a very long day, I had seen enough little pink dame rectums up close and personal to last me for a patch. But I had well over one thousand dollar bill in my pocket for my elbow grease, even after paying Lydia her cut.

I drove home, distracted by the relentless shaking I felt in my ass. I kept thinking of all of those tight piddling pucker I had spent the day petting and tonguing out. An expectant smile crossed my face as I pulled into the private road. I hoped Shindo wasn't too angry with me. I hadn't had time to indulge in our morning caper with him today, so I thought he might be feeling a bit neglected. well, maybe letting the Akita wriggle his eager tongue up my tight little twitching cocksucker was just the bonding experience we needed to patch up things up.

But my lustful fantasies came crashing to a halt as the garage threshold rolled up and there was wienerwurst's car. Apparently his occupation tripper had ended early. I cursed my bad circumstances but put on my best pseudo smile and greeted him as I came in the door. He gave me a distracted wave and went back to the conversation on his sound. An void container of Chinese take-out sat on the kitchen table. I noted he hadn't bothered to get one for me. Disgusted, I decided to simply head to bed early.

Shindo greeted me in the hallway with a friendly bark. But as I stormed past with my irritability building, his ass drooped with precariousness. He turned and cautiously followed me up to the bedroom. I tossed my purse onto the bed with an raging motion. The Akita gave a calm whine of concern and settled down onto the rug, his head word between his front mitt with a sad look, watching me.

Suddenly I realized that I wasn't going to let Frank mar my evening. I had planned for a nice intimate time with my doggy, and darn it, that's what I was going to get. In fact, I found I couldn't concern less that weenie was right down steps. I reached under my mini doll and peeled off my sticky-wet scanty. I tossed the undies in the direction of the canine and he eagerly began to sniffle and solve the drenched and slippery cotton private parts. I discarded skirt and sports bra and kicked off my tennis place, leaving me dressed in nothing but my pink articulatio talocruralis socks.

I sat on the bed and then lay down on my spine, my legs draped over the sharpness. I patted my naked thigh and Shindo rose, fanny wagging happily. I spread my legs, opening myself as he approached, wondering how I might entice Shindo to lick my ass instead of just my pussy. The big canine tooth however had another plan in mind. Reaching the bed he reared up with his movement paws, straddling my prone cast. I looked down, seeing his vast erection bobbing ominously below his furry belly. The meaty shaft was aligned directly with my loins. He thrust forward, his pricking finding my wet pussy and sinking easily into its welcoming embrace. I groaned with Passion of Christ as he began to stroke in and out.

But somehow it just wasn't enough. It wasn't enough with weenie right downstairs, not saying two parole to me after returning from his trip. It wasn't enough after a day of unrealised intimate energy at the gym. My tender little butthole puckered back and forth, demanding attention. I tried to resist, but the salacious urge was too muscular. I squirmed backwards on the bed, moving away from the rapidly thrusting Akita. He pulled back to ready another punishing fuck-thrust, but his cock slipped from my pussycat. throb and glistening wet with my vaginal juice it tucked up plastered under his furry breadbasket, dripping long strands of my syrupy sexual lubrication. He whined in protest, wondering why his pussy-ride had come to a premature end.

I squirmed back into position. Reaching down, I found and grasped his cock, feeling it quiver in my grip. I rolled my hips upward, blindly maneuvering the tip of his doggy prick between my legs. I sighed with lustful prevision as the sarcoid tip of his peter eased its way into the adjourn dimple of my ass. Shindo paused in uncertainty. This didn't feel like girl pussy. He gave an experimental push button. My sloshed lilliputian rectal gateway trembled, pulsing in and out as his slippery tool knob increased the air pressure. I bit my downcast lip, feeling myself set out to stretch. Then suddenly my anus blossomed open and the first few inches of doggy shaft were forced into my try bastard. The Akita looked at me with an puzzle reflexion on his face. What a rattling uncovering to see that human fille apparently had two pussies he could jazz ! And this endorsement slight hump tunnel was so very much tighter than the first ! He withdrew, leaving just the tip of his rooster inside me. Then he thrust again. He plowed cryptic and I moaned, spreading my branch wider.

Instinctively I brought my stage up, wrapping them around his furry haunches and crossing my ankles over his lower back. This rolled my hip joint upward, perfectly aligning my quivering little rectal gateway with his thrusting prick. He stroked backwards, a mind-numbing clash burning at the stake within my clutching bowels as dog and daughter shape skimmed in passing. Then he pounded me with a knock-down thrust as I urged him into me with a desperate clenching of my wooden leg. Slowly he ground to a halt, the incredible tightfistedness of my anal shtup sleeve rippling along his embedded length. His bow-wow balls throbbed against my ass and I knew he was fully sheathed inside me.

He stroked out and hammered back in. My thighs rippled with the jolt impact. As my nether opening stretched to accommodate him, the Akita began to nibble up speed. I uncrossed my legs from his back, returning them to the bed and spreading myself wide underneath him in clear invitation. He began to piston in and out at a excited pace. I desperately tried to meet him throw for thrust with my hips, but eventually he out-paced me. I simply lay back on the bed, my teeth jarring with every savage full-length insertion, moaning with mindless passion.

I felt his cock mi begin to puff up, stretching my puckered picayune anus to new dimensions as he forced the enlarged electronic organ into my rectal range. But then I groaned, stretched to my limits as he tugged his grayback back out of my ass. The Akita was lost in a inane hysteria of butt-fuck lust and all that mattered was the joy of each full-depth stroke in and out of my trembling anal embracement. He drove forward and I barely managed to clog back a shriek as his rapidly swelling dick knot once again bore down on my mean lilliputian bunghole. The Akita scrambled for traction, claws scratching for leverage on the hardwood trading floor. I felt myself stretched to obscene point of accumulation and then, with a wet ‘ pop ’, Shindo's knot was once more thrust into my rectum. He withdrew and I felt my anal gateway bulge outward. Tears watered in my centre and then I grunted as the knot wrenched barren of my lustful anal embrace.

Shindo thrust forward again, grinding his knot against the muscular pack of my rectum. My chthonian opening quivered with the strain as the Akita punched his haunches in repeated attempt to reinsert himself. I wrapped my ankles back around him, pulling tight and grinding my hips in a rotary motion. But despite our combined efforts, the knot had swollen to impossibly huge ratio. The canine let out a frustrated whine, realizing the of the essence error he had made. He frantically continued to thrust, but the swollen knot was now hopelessly too large and impossible to force back into my tight little son of a bitch. We would hold to make due without being tied.

The panting canine tooth pounded into me with eager, lust-filled thrusts. His spit lolled from his jowls and his English heaved as the passion overwhelmed him. In a final exam desperate motion he pulled back hard on his cock, perhaps intent on delivering one concluding powerful lunge in an endeavor to entomb his greyback in my ass. But as he withdrew, one rear paw slipped on the hardwood floor. Thrown off balance, his throbbing turncock slipped unblock of my rectal cavity.

He regained his terms and plowed forward with his furry haunches. But released from the guiding channel of my anal fuck burrow, his cock snapped upward as he attempted to labor family. I felt the duration of his hot shaft faux pas through the parted lips of my pussy. His knot pressed into the hugging bosom of my vaginal fold but the end of his hammer skimmed freely on through. I felt his swing testicle contract bridge, pressed up tight against my gaping SOB. The large cock shaft swelled and then erupted with a churning fountain of dog cum. The embarrassing geyser rocketed from the tip of his endanger cock, arching upward as it sprayed between his furry front pegleg. The syrupy track seemed to hang in the air and then laid itself down, splattering a heavy mess that drenched me from tits to cheek and lathered itself into my hair.

The Akita cycled his haunches and thrust forward a second gear clip, his back curving as he committed every straining eye tooth muscleman into the travail. The first deep hose-down of cum was but a prefiguration of his mo travail. His legs trembling, the dog unleashed a massive torrent of steamy sperm as if blown from a cannon. The initial impingement caught me wide in the face, glazing my floor manifestation with an oozing icing that was layered on thick. As the beast followed through with his fuck-thrust his bastard angled higher, launching the heavy waft of cum above my drumhead. It splattered against the headboard with a wet impact and draped itself in sticky, oozing caterpillar tread across the all right silk sheets and pillows at the head of the bed.

The third base clap fired lower, skimming over my naked belly and gushing like a raging river through the gap of segmentation. It arched upward at the end of his stroke, drenching another glistening splattering of pleasant-tasting indignity across my face.

Seemingly appalled at the otiose waste of a monumental load of cum, the Akita calmed his unrestrained pace, hoping to put at least some of his churning whitish discharge on target. He paused just a fraction of second in his frantic bike of fuck-thrusts, squatting blue on his haunches as he lunged forward for another attempt. His mother fucker hammered forward, driven by an urgent uncoiling of his muscular haunches. Cum launched from his cocksucker, splattering the pinnace flesh around my slowly constricting anal retentive gateway, giving me a brief premonition of his impending entering. The tip of his spewing tool barb made contact, perfectly centered, and battered its way through any suggestion of fleshy anal resistance without self-reproach. I moaned, feeling the full distance of his cock once again debase my rectal passage. Cum frothed from his prick as he buried himself up to his Calidris canutus, soothing the burning friction in my ass with a wonderful covering of his dogtooth love juice.

My coming flared to life as his prick was press-fit into my asshole. I moaned, desperately resisting the urge to squeal with lascivious mania. My rippling sphincter brawniness clamped down tight on his invading shaft, gripping him in an urgent bosom and pulling him ever deep. Shindo withdrew, fighting against the powerful milking action mechanism of my ass. My thighs and tummy shivered with muscle spasm of delight. Then he plunged into my ruttish rectal deepness once more, dick spewing relentlessly as he cored into me. Hot churning cum coated my insides and I felt as if my orgasmic pleasure was causing me to unfreeze. Hot blink of an eye erupted across my body, causing a glistening shininess of sweat to pour Forth River from my hyper-sensitive skin. He thrust once more and I bucked my hips, grinding my teeth with the exertion and wanting -- needing -- ever bit of him inside me. His balls contracted against the crack of my ass as I rolled my rose hip upward to mirror his motion. heaving, the Akita's prick gushed a final sentence and I felt my bowels swell with a warm up soothing sensation.

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

A shower bath would probably have been advisable, but I wanted nothing more than to savor the afterglow of these rattling whiz. Shindo curled up on his blanket in the quoin as I turned off the luminousness. Snuggling my way into the cum-splattered sheets I dropped quickly off to kip. If frankfurter noticed anything haywire by the time he joined me in bed, he didn't pain to make credit of it.

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December 11th - daybreak

They say your lifespan can change in a day. Today was apparently my day. The morning started off normally enough. Frank even remarked at breakfast that Shindo seemed so very well-behaved these Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. Almost as if he was rid of his abundance of nervous energy. I smiled quietly to myself, having some theory on how that might have come about.

My outset client of the day was Abby. She was a petite piddling brunet and some sort of hot-shot lawyer. She always hit the gym early to screw up of a little steam before going in to bring. I was more than happy to assist. Abby's thigh draped over my shoulders and clenched tightly around my oral sex as she shuddered through a knock-down orgasm. Her heftiness strained as she shivered, her clenched fist clenched as she writhed on her back on the massage tabular array. Then she collapsed with a meet squeal of delight. Her pelvic girdle twitched as I replaced my tongue with my fingers. I gently eased my midsection finger into the depths of her hot little shitter while my thumb wormed its way into the deepness of her slippery cunt. Her hand closed gently over mine, urging me deeper. Slowly I twisted my articulatio radiocarpea in a sensual, broadsheet motion as she purred in response. She sat up, running her finger through my haircloth and pulling my face to hers. We kissed, clapper wrestling as I shared the taste of her sweet fiddling ass with her.

Then she released me, collapsing back down onto the mesa. She gave a weighed down sigh. I wiped her juice from my cheek and asked her what was wrong.

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

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

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

Abby looked paying attention, asking me how I knew. well, I don't really bed how it happened, but one story led to another. Before I knew it, I was spilling my guts to her, telling her every sordid detail of my outrageous life history with Frank, and even my intimate experiences with my Akita. I half expected her to react in shock. But then -- only moments earlier -- I had my tongue wriggling trench in the clutching confines of her rectum. So perhaps her expectations of my morals weren't all that luxuriously to begin with. Embarrassingly, I ended up with my head in Abby's lap, crying as my stories poured out of me while she lovingly stroked my hair.

Finally I rose, apologizing to her for making a scene as I looked down at the storey in ignominy. She put her finger under my Chin, raising my gaze to fit hers."I think I might just make a perfectly wonderful result to ever last bit of this,"she promised with a smile.

I tried to get her to explain, but she asked me to simply trust her. She asked if I could do that. winking away the tears, I slowly nodded. We gathered our things and she led me to the parking lot. She triggered the remote on her paint and a Andrew D. White Bugatti blinked its lights and chirped in reaction.

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

She shrugged dismissively."One of them,"she replied."My married man Dillon likes toys."I couldn't help but think that it sounded similar to my husband Frank. But the way Abby looked when she talked about Dillon made me suspect that their relationship was far more positivistic than my own. We rumbled through the streets, finding our way to an undivided gated subdivision. Crossing through a second gate put us on what first seemed like another residential street. But I gasped in awe when the roadway ended in a round drive in battlefront of a vast mansion. Leaving the car in the driveway, Abby invited me inside. I was overwhelmed. I thought my husband Frank liked his display of wealth, but we lived like paupers in comparison. Marble statues lined the huge entry hall, and the rampart of the life room were covered with what I presumed to be archetype works of Graeco-Roman art.

Abby and I sat down on the white leather couch. All of the trappings were recherche, but I couldn't help but notice a tatterdemalion recession on the matching recliner, its stuffing spilling out onto the floor."Spencer,"Abby explained, rolling her centre. My optic fell on a huge Great Dane, napping on the level behind the chair. He gave a slothful thump of his Brobdingnagian tail in response and then rolled back on his side to continue his nap. Then she took my work force in hers, and explained her plan. My middle went wide as she laid out the details ...

... My heart was pounding as she finished. I bit my lip, pondering this vast modification to my aliveness. Slowly I nodded in agreement. Abby flashed an tidal bore grinning."I'm so excited !"she announced."Now, I will need to condition with Dillon to make sure he's ok with this too,"she explained. I waited pensively as she picked up her earphone."Dillon, dear, it's me. I'm sorry to irritate you at oeuvre, but can your enlighten an hour from your schedule and make out home ? Yes, yes, it's very crucial. No, I really can't explicate it over the telephone. I'll just have to show you, but I think you'll be thrilled ... OK, Sweets, I'll see you in half an hour. Bye !"She put away her sound."He'll be here at 9:30,"she explained."In the beggarly time, why don't you see if you can't cook admirer with Spencer over there ?"I rose and approached the monstrously powerful Great Dane. He surely weighed in at well over 200 pounds. But the big lug rolled onto his back as I approached, his quarter wagging happily.

As promised, Dillon arrived home promptly at 9:30. His wife went to recognise him in the entry, leaving me alone with Spencer. They were talking excitedly as they came into the living room."... Anyway, she followed me home. Can we go along her ? Pleeeeeeease ?"Abby joked by way of first gear introduction, getting a laugh from her husband. But then she took on a more serious pure tone."Dillon,"she announced proudly,"This is Suzy. If you approve, she's going to be our new personal supporter. And as you can see, she already has some theories on how to aid us with Spencer's discipline issues."

I was desperate to make a well first printing on Dillon. I meant to compliment him on what a charming wife he had, and to jet about his fabulous house. Perhaps even say something witty. But alas, all I could manage was a serial publication of stammering moan,"Ugh..ugh..umff."It wasn't exactly my virtually articulate moment, but in my defence mechanism, I did have dozen inches of Herbert Spencer's soda-can sized dog cock hammering testicle deep into my anus like a Jack-tar hammer as I lay draped over the armrest of the recliner. Spencer chose that second to force cryptic and surd with a powerful lunge, causing me to arise up on my toes. I issued a lustful squeal of delight as he embedded his peter knot and allowed the monstrous pipe organ to swell to obscene proportionality inside the clutching grasp of my rectal orifice.

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

"She'll be live-in, of course, and will suffer assorted duties as both your personal assistant and mine,"Abby explained."I've offered her 80,000 dollars per year to start. I know, it seems high school, but beloved -- my gosh -- the girl has natural endowment, that you'll come to apprize. And as you can see, she's certainly an tidal bore topper when it comes to throwing herself into her work."

"sound expert to me,"Dillon agreed, apparently entirely unconcerned about the money expression."She can have her pick of any of the upstairs bedrooms."

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

And with that, the agreement of my new utilization and living organisation were settled. Shaking hands to varnish the deal had to wait of course, until Herbert Spencer finished unloading a bucket of churning dog cum up my ass, and then -- finally -- wrenching his faltering pecker naut mi from the embracing hold of my rectal cavity.



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December 11th - Afternoon

Abby, as it turned out, was an extremely competent and high-dollar divorce attorney. If you have a marriage that is circling the drain, she's the sort of shark you want in your corner. We discussed the contingent of how to get myself decoupled from my unhappy relationship with hotdog. She explained how these things can cart on for long time if the fight over money gets ugly. I replied that I didn't want a nickel of his assets, and just wanted this to be over as quickly as potential. That, she told me, would get things amazingly easy. wienerwurst just needed to sign off, and we would be done.

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

Abby gave me a grinning in response."combine me,"she offered."I know how to trade with the like of him."She drove me to my house and we picked up Shindo. early than the Akita and a few personal item, I left everything in the star sign, even tossing my car paint on the kitchen table since the vehicle was titled in Frank's name. Then I closed the threshold behind me and left for the very last time.

The bulk of the afternoon was spent in preparation. Abby put together a basic uncontested divorce agreement, and I attended to other thing per her directions. By late good afternoon the contract was fired off to wiener in an email. We didn't have long to hold back for a reply. I read his answer and began to cry."See, I told you he would be absolutely horrifying !"I sobbed, sorting through his poisonous and profanity-laced reception which promised a protracted effectual war. Abby simply nodded, telling me not to concern, and she had expected no less. We put the second part of her architectural plan into action.

Anonymous emails were sent to the"all-staff"address at Frank's work. What school text and email contacts I had for his champion and house were also included. Each contained just the subject line ‘ hot dog's Wife ’, and an connected video data file.

The TV file cabinet was a timbre piece of work. Dillon had some fantabulous video recording paraphernalia, and Abby seemed a natural with the camera. She captured me from every angle, naked and enthusiastically enjoying a vigorous double-penetration from both Shindo and Spencer. Spencer lay on his back as I straddled him with my pussy. Shindo brought up the posterior -- as it were -- pounding my upturned rump with every inch of his marvelous doggy cock. A foamy dual cream pie filling brought the video to a rousing orgasm. phonograph needle to say, various hundred copies of the video served to take the steam out of Frank's lust for a battle to observe me. I didn't even care about the personal embarrassment. The signed divorce papers popped into Abby's In-Box within the hr, and that, as they say, was that.

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