PROLOGUE

This is the story of a mature womanhood, Deepti Sinha. She lives in the greater metropolitan region of Mumbai, Bharat. She comes from a conservative Indian kinfolk and married to a troubled businessman through an arranged wedlock, still a park custom in India and other state in the region. She is a good cleaning lady, a good wife, and has made it her goal to create an environs of repose and comforter for her married man. It has been a labor that she was predisposed to execute even if the effort seemed under-appreciated.

Deepti is a submissive in personality and nature. The only problem 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 hubby in much the Saami way she did when she lived with her parents and household before her coiffure marriage ceremony. Her natural pulsing to please was of elementary importance to the man's family in rescript that he be freed to concern himself only with his rising career in business. They believed he was a man destined to succeed and bring credit to the family.

Deepti was a Virgo the Virgin at matrimony and understood little of the sexual man or its potential. As it turned out, her hubby, Prakash, had as piffling interest in sexual relations as she had knowledge of it. Unfortunately for Deepti, though, the consummation of their marriage and the early old age to conform to opened something within her that remained frustratingly unfulfilled by an inattentive married man interested more in his business exploit and frailty, gambling and boozing, than the significant appeal of his married woman. And, despite her elusive lead and flirtation, he remained consumed by other things. Being submissive, however, she found it unmanageable, if not out of the question, to express her interest in exploring sex with him.

After 15 age of a c***dless and sexually bilk married couple, she began to contemplate, fantasy, and guess what might accept been or might be if … The if was something she was not comfy with. This story is the geographic expedition she innocently began and found difficult to control.

Hidden deep inside Deepti was a desire and need to live up to and be satisfied in round-eyed shipway initially, but in not so simple path, eventually. But finding the way to satisfy and be satisfied seem unacceptable to her. out of the question until her worldly concern was opened up before her in a very unexpected way.

CHAPTER TWO

For two twenty-four hour period, I lived a day-after-day life sentence of self-recrimination and loathing. For once, I was thankful that Prakash ignored me so I wouldn't have to guess everything was okay. When you don't interact except for the simple of communication exchanges, the face you put on is of little significance.

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

For two days, I didn't think about anything but my disgrace. For two 24-hour interval, I remained fully dressed. For two days, it didn't even occur to me that I had so recently been craving sexual release. For two days I denied my need, my crazed desire, my unsatiable craving for the intimate release missing from my spirit for all those yr. For two twenty-four hours ….

Then, it started slowly, almost imperceptibly in my brain. The retention crept into my consciousness that I hadn't LET the dog lick me. The dog licked me, but it hadn't been my decisiveness or willingness that it happened. The dog appeared … from nowhere, really. It licked me while I was orgasming. The sensations were on top of my orgasm. My mind was confused, befuddled, foggy in the orgasmic United States Department of State of sack. It really wasn't my break. I wasn't to charge. I didn't do anything …

Then, after yet another day, I recognized my continue pauperism, craving for sexual release. That hadn't changed, it still existed. That wasn't my faulting or my doing, either. That was Prakash's fault for ignoring me, for thinking and lovingness for his business worry more than his wife's business organisation. The craving was still real, still demanding, and they needed to be satisfied. That hadn't changed. I needed a release. I needed stimulation for release.

When, on another day, the motivation and cravings were as strong as ever, I again succumbed. After seeing Prakash off to work, I returned to the bedroom and undressed completely. I stood in front of the mirror for only a minute, nodded to my reflection, and walked deliberately to the living way window where I stood for five minutes. I set the timekeeper because I was shaking terribly and knew I would end it too soon. When the timer on my phone buzzed, I ran into the bedroom, retrieved my dildo and turned it on to a control vibration. I stroked the head over my clit and instantly shuddered in answer. It seemed like so long since I had stimulated myself. I needed release so desperately. I jammed the dildo into my puss, which was wet and winking for something to be put into it.

It was agile. It was very quick. After crushing the dildo into my hole, I turned the nob up to the maximum. I used both custody, one to stuff the toilsome safe vibrating phallus in and out while the other alternated between my engorged clit and each of my pinchable nipples. My orgasm broke over me with a thunderous cry erupting deep inside me. My hands only paused, though, as my body shook. I never even took the buzzing dildo from my slit, only waiting for some force and awareness to return to me. Then, my manpower resumed. This time I left the dildo to vibrate as my fingers tortured my throb clit and I twisted and pinched my nipples. I cried out in pain and erotic thrill as my eubstance rose to an even large sexual climax. I scream my tone ending as my legs and limb shivered.

When I partially recovered, I removed the still vibrating toy from my cunt and I listened carefully to any sounds in the flat above or below. I wasn't sure enough if anyone might be able to hear the scream or not, but a story was slow to concoct. A uncomplicated fall while rearranging the ledge in the bedroom closet.

As I stood in the bedroom, I saw my musing in the mirror. I walked directly in front of it and gazed at my reflection, again. Critically, this metre, like a week ago. I separated my second joint and looked. Not only could I see the mouth of my cunt between my legs, but they and the insides of my thighs were wet with my cum and juice. I have heard of womanhood who squirt, but I don't think I am not one of them. But, I do leak my succus generously and that is visible now. My nipple are more pronounced than before, the foreplay having extended them even more. I use my fingers and twitch them, tweet them, and twist them. It hurts, but I watch my facial reaction as I do it, then I check out the pap. They throb from the abuse and they stand out even further.

I look at my soundbox, my body's reaction, and my judgement is again on running for the geographic expedition I had set for myself those days before. I look at my consistence closely as if to see the Truth in the cutis, titmouse, mammilla, and pussy. I look up into my own heart and that is where I see it, the truth, the validation, and the determination. I want it. I need it. I crave it. I want more of what I started. And, in that moment of inspection, of introspection, I know I am going to go back to the ballpark. The dog's lingua felt heavenly. It felt wonderful. I am going back to the Park and I will fuck off outside, again. But … if that dog returns …

Despite my determination, I am still working up the nerve to venture back to the ballpark. I think I have erased the shame of the dog licking me. That recrimination was reflective of my household, Prakash, and what they would consume heaped onto me should such an experience be witnessed and reported. I feel the excitement of the danger, again. The thrill of exposure and the risk it represents regenerate me and spur me. My sessions of masturbation in the apartment become more frequent and vivid. I have used a lot of images and fantasy but none have produced such intense fervour, stimulation, and raw release as now. Now, all my mind can see while the dildo or my digit work at my slit is the dog licking at my wet and gaping cunt. These images, though, don't stop so quickly as it occurred in reality before. These paradigm are of the dog lapping at my drooling twat as I lay spread before him, my digit abusing my nipples until he and I bring me to a glorious orgasm that is replicated on my bed with the dildo. Any longer, those images, those thought, have become the craving. It seems completely rash, not careful, at all. But, I know it is now inevitable.

When I return to the Park, 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 have to be a coincidence of epos proportionality for that dog to be in the same post and same time as me. I am trying to keep myself from a huge disappointment, but inwardly I am still hoping to receive that event, again. I rationalize that it might remove various visits.

And, I am objurgate. I return to the car park and my location. I scan around the area and I am virtually alone. I still hear phone of people and k**s in the distance, but I am alone in my obscure smear. I push my jeans and panties down to my articulatio talocruralis to allow even better exposure of my peg and I settle down in the wild locoweed. I start urgently with my fingers, but then take a deep breath to calm myself. There is no pauperism for rushing through this. The lack of the dog is only one ingredient of the experience. I can still be in nature. Where I lie, I look up to the sky. The upstage sounds of masses, the sounds of birds and the urban center much further in the distance is both calming and titillating. The auditory sensation of nature are refreshing and calming ; the sounds of city lifespan and people are stimulating, reminding of what I am doing and where I am doing it.

I reach to the English for my small-scale backpack and transfer the dildo, turning it onto a low setting. I place the end of it directly on my clitoris, rotating it over and around the nub. A yearn chill runs through my body. I hear rustling in the clash or trees somewhere. I can't help myself. I awkwardly kneel, the dildo protruding from my cunt. I slowly raise my 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 clangor through leaves. I almost cry out, but I can't. My jeans are around my mortise joint, I can't move, much less flight. When I hear it the succeeding fourth dimension, I am prepared and my ears trace the phone. It isn't on the ground but up in the air, which means it must be in the trees around me. Then, a declamatory hawk bursts out of a tree about 15 feet from me. It has something trapped in its claws.

I am shaking from the build-up of adrenaline and the sudden succor of not being found. I collapse to the ground in assuagement and, in the process, drive the dildo, still in my cunt, deeper into me. This sentence I do cry out in blow and stimulation. The vibrating mind was jammed against my cervix and the total toy is nearly close up inside me but for the bag. The sensation is beyond anything I have experienced with the device, the buzzing inside me directly on my intimate opening to my uterus. I shake, my branch limp as my ass is firmly on the ground holding the head deep inside me. I climax heavily and fall to my back, my optic clenched tightly shut, not a sound penetrating from the outside ; the but speech sound is the pounding rush of my heartbeat in my ears.

It takes quite a while for my consistence to recover. Or, maybe I just allowed a longsighted time to recuperate, enjoying the surrounding audio of nature to slowly return and enclose me as I gazed back up at the blue sky and the speech sound of the metropolis again paying back to me. I am partially naked open and I have just had a magnificent orgasm that took my breath away.

As I casually walk downhill to the path, I am distracted by the feelings still fresh in my mind, even my consistency. It isn't until I hear a barque that I look up. There coming over another ridgeline behind the location I had been was a dog bounding playfully. I stopped to watch, odd if it is the same dog. I couldn't tell from that distance for sure enough, but it was alike in breed and size of it. It seemed to be playing, chasing after something on the ground, picking it up and running back over the ridge. Playing ? That would entail it was with person. It hits me that the previous metre I had the thought the dog looked like a pet, not a stray. It was well cared for and had a dog collar. I saw cypher that time and didn't this time, either. But, there could bear been someone just over the ridge, like the dog seemed to be responding to now.

Again, the next few days were consumed by the experience in the common, but also with the sighting of the dog. Maybe the dog being near when I am there isn't"a co-occurrence of epic proportion"after all.

It becomes consuming, again. I not only masturbate to the thought of the dog, but I stand in front of the mirror, my pegleg spread as I run my fingerbreadth over my slit lips where the dog had licked. It is a inadequate reliever using my fingers, but I imagine them being the glossa of the dog. I rub toilsome, press on my clit, slipping one and two fingers inside. As my body moves penny-pinching to an orgasm, I look from my digit on my cunt to my facial expression and eyes. I watch as my eyes slowly dispirited to pussy, then open wider and roll back so I see nothing as the orgasm takes hold of me.

I moved quickly to the living room window and brazenly stood almost against the methamphetamine hydrochloride as if I wanted the entire world to see how rouse my body looked. I was so turned on that my script rose to take grasp of my tits, fondling them and pinching my nipples. As my turmoil began to rise, renewed, one paw slid down my stomach and between my legs. I was lazily stroking my cunt and clit when my middle focused on the Sanjay Gandhi subject Park in the distance. Somewhere in that Park, a dog might be roaming around. He may be brought to the Park by someone, but he has some freedom of movement. Whoever is with him doesn't seem to stay so close that either of the prison term I have seen the dog have I seen a person. Of course, the future clock time might be different. It was another risk. But, trying to suffer up with one of the stray dogs that run wild throughout the urban center and area would be a far bigger hazard. They are unfounded and bald-faced and irregular, even severe. Not only would there be the same risk of being seen with it, but many are said to carry hydrophobia and early diseases. It is rumored that some are even turning a blueish semblance from toxins they have come into liaison with.

I returned to the Park even more institutionalize. As I began my raise up the gradient from the course, I saw a dog, maybe the Saami dog by the show, sitting at the ridgeline a piddling further past my concealing office. As I climbed up to the Saame positioning I had used by times, it's impossible to watch my footing and the dog. When I stopped to look, the dog was gone. When I reach my spot 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 prison term I decided to add to my experience of tractability and hazard by removing my skid, jean, and panty completely. I was standing in my covered location, peeking through the branches and over them, looking down at the path below and the surrounding expanse around me. Seeing nothing that raised any business organization, and no dog, I unsnapped my jeans and lowered the slide fastener. I pried off my shoes and, with a final examination look around, push button both my jeans and pantie over my hip joint and down my legs.

I had become entangled in my own dress somehow. Something I do routinely had suddenly become complicated. My tightly fitting dungaree and scanty were bound up around my ankle joint. I bent over to labour grueling to get them over my foot when I should take sat down and pulled the terminal of the dungaree pegleg over my infantry. Instead, I am doubled over, my ass sticking up with my hands at my ankles and feet working at the cloth bundled in an unyielding mess.

When I felt something wet playground slide over my ass, my nous attempted to switch from the trouble of my clothes to the touch behind me. The secondly swipe of wetness caught me between my thighs and covered the length of my bitch. My intellect reacted in surprise, fright, and joy all at the same trice. I thought I was alone. I even looked specifically for the dog. Suddenly, as if he were a ghost that didn't make any sound, he was licking my ass and cunt. I stumbled forward, falling and landing on the primer coat, rolling onto my back.

I looked down along my torso to see the dog sitting at my tangled feet. Again, it seemed like the Lapplander dog with the Same well cared for and well-trained demeanor. I could see a ribbon hanging from the apprehension, 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 genu and looked around the area, again. If this was a pet, its proprietor might be nearby. Or, perhaps the owner brought the dog out here to run and chase coney and such and was trained well enough for it to return on its own. The principle explicitly required all dogs to be on a leash, but that was only a rule and people flaunted convention all the time.

I was leaning forward to peer through some branch when the dog did it, again. His wet schnozzle bumped into my spread thighs and the feel, Sir Thomas More than the blow, caused me to fall forward, again. This metre I fell through some limb and the sound was plain. That, of course of instruction, meant I had to read around the area all over, again.

When I settled back down on my butt, I watched the dog as he watched me. My eyes drifted down his body and he was very definitely a ‘ he ’. Underneath his abdomen was a magnanimous sheath with a cerise tip poking out. The vividness was only the first thing that seemed different about it. My only experience with turncock was Prakash and that narrow down experience and previous peculiarity became discernible here. I didn't know the dog's cock would be dissimilar, but it was.

His cock, though, wasn't what I was occupy in except for the satisfaction that the dog was a male. Somehow, it seemed significant for the dog to be manful if it licked my puss. It would be later before that thinking would seem meaning to me. Why would my cunt being licked by a female dog or human be unlike ?

I had my chance in front of me, sitting quietly, patiently. And, there I was, my jeans and panties down at my ankles, my shoes off to the side. 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 blue jean from my feet, then the panties. I piled them next to my skid and pat my second joint as the solitary way I could believe of to draw the dog. I added,"here, boy ”, and to my preserve surprise 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 slight, anyway. The ribbon on his collar read,"Sheru ”, a Golden Retriever. His fur was well groomed despite what he picked up chasing through the brush. The name Sheru means lion or tiger and given my consideration, the name fit with the danger I was feeling.

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

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

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

I leaned forward and his tongue came out quickly and licked my case from my chin, over my back talk, and to my intrude. I giggled. Maybe he understood more than I gave him credit for. I took a deep breath and lay back to the flat coat. He was between my legs and I spread them further. This was unusual for me, too. I had never had anyone, or thing, lick or buss me there. He and I were both going to be discovering things here. I took another cryptical breather, wanting very much to do this, but at the Sami time not believing I was about to do this.

On my back with my peg all-embracing open, I closed my eyes, and silently prayed I would not be attacked or mauled in the process of whatever happened next. I lifted my knee and distribute 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 head and looked at the dog. His schnoz was sniffing and I knew he was picking up my scent. As his point lowered toward my crotch, I sucked in a lung-full of air. I held my breath in expectancy. My top dog still up, I watched with turmoil and skepticism. His snout was right there. I felt the air he expelled from his nose over my cunt brim. It sent a chill through my consistence despite the warmth of the day. I put my brain back and moaned at the sensation, but when his tongue came out and licked the total length of my cunt, I groaned and moaned over and over as his glossa 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 au naturel outside ; my bare and exposed sex was spread out ; I could get wind the airplane above, see the aeroplane ; I could get word the birds nearby, the deliquium hum of traffic on the state highway near the parkland ; I was outside. My soundbox was rising to an sexual climax ! Outside ! By a dog ! A dog was the outset male of any form to solve 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 knees to the position, completely and vulgarly exposing my bitch to the thirsty tongue of the dog. I never felt so wanton, so vulnerable, so exposed, so at endangerment … and I never wanted it to end.

But it was about to. My orgasm was rising to an improbable height. I felt like I might explode from my cunt outward. I clawed at my tee-shirt and bra, my fingers struggling to get underneath to coquet my pap, to swipe them, and to twist them. The pain was delicious and added to the rising sensations from the tongue, that wonderful tongue. Then, it happened. My legs started shaking and flexing like offstage of a struggling anchor raspberry. When my orgasm crashed over me, I thrust my coxa into the air as if that action mechanism might somehow create a more intense contact 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 chance my jeans and shoes. I quickly got dressed, tying my horseshoe before fully pulling my dungaree up. I stood and looked around nervously as I fastened the snap and zipper. I smoothed my hair and brushed the grass, leaves, and dirt from my dress as best I could. I looked around again, then exited my patch, worried that soul might have heard the cry and fare to investigate.

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

CHAPTER ternary :

Again, the after-experience of what happened in the green consumes my existence in several ways. Not the least is the submerge sensory effect that exceeded anything my imagination could anticipate. But, close behind those emotions was the temperature reduction sentience that the dog was not there alone, that his owner had been nearby.

In unretentive, the experience was EVERYTHING I could have hoped for at the clock time ! I achieved a mind-shattering, body-shaking sexual climax that wasn't self-induced. In fact, it was the expert, almost intense, stunning, and consuming orgasm of my life story. And, something I had never experienced, I was the lonesome attention of a male while having any form of sex. The dog … a dog ! … was the world-class male to fully focus his movement on giving me sexual pleasance. Whether, in realness, the dog was really focused on an effort of giving me an climax or merely enjoying the scent and leakage coming from my cunt, the solvent was the Lapplander. The dog gave to me without the condition that I was expected to give to him in any way or form. My whole experience previously had been the dutiful effort of marriage for the output of a family. The idea of sex merely for its own pleasure, sharing, joy, and veneration had been unknown quantity. A dog showed me what the sex act could be.

But, there was also the chilling effect produced by hearing the whistle and seeing Sheru's immediate reception. There could be footling head that the pennywhistle was intended for Sheru. The yield, though, was that the mortal behind the whistling appeared to allow the dog significant exemption to wander on his own. The hazard of others in the Mungo Park finding me during any such activity was suddenly minimized by the head of the mortal who was calling the dog.

I was a char on fire, though. That visual modality and computer storage consumed not only every time I masturbated but became increasingly hard to consider any early track of action mechanism in my new twistedly titillating consideration. I became slightly opprobrious of my own consistence. Standing before the mirror, it was as if my reflection was taunting me to action as I twisted, pinched, and pulled my teat. I did the same to my button, those nubs throbbing from the aggressive aid I gave them while my centre focused on the action, my oculus seeking the oculus of the woman in the mirror as if I was beseeching her to block off. But, it continued and grew in very pocket-sized steps. I attached clothespins to my tit as I shoved the dildo into my pussy. Who knew pain could be so enticing, erotic.

There was nothing to do, I realized, but to experience to a greater extent and I found the increased hazard 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 ballpark 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 owner was keeping it from coming to me. Did the owner know I was there or was it merely a happenstance of timing ? And, if it was timing, then the dog might come to me and the owner come shortly after. The thought sent a iciness through me. It also excited me. It also worried me. I was becoming so needy of sacking and experience. It was seeming like a spiral of want and craving, the end of which I didn't understand.

This took hold in my nous increasingly. What could I do to experience new elements of peril without involving the dog or brazenly being naked or nearly so in Park ? I had previously gone out for walk 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 parkland, it was very condom. I considered how I could protrude that type of experience to another floor. I came up with wearing one of my sari with only a top. I had several that were semi-sheer and others that were solid. As I considered the idea, I wondered if a semi-sheer was too lots of a risk. Of course, putting dynamic thought into the musical theme had the predictable effect of pushing me in that direction.

I went outside wearing a sari and focused on where I might walk, sit, pass shops, etc. I watched myself in windows of store and any mirror I might happen inside shops. Wearing a saree in Bharat is commons and born. There is no more thought to it than wearing a dress in Western country. A Saree, though, is not anything like a dress.

The Saree is essentially wrapping a duration of cloth around your soundbox. Normally, the wrap is over a form-fitting top, which is over a bra. Below, a petticoat over panties is put on. In a normal application, wearing both top and half-slip, you hold the saree inner end with the will manus, making for sure the bottom is at floor stratum, tucking the top border into the petticoat. The saree is passed around the forepart while maintaining the Sami height to the floor. Keeping the top edge level, tucking a little into the petticoat to proceed the saree firmly in plaza. plait are formed by folding from the right wing and tucking the sharpness. Tucking the pleats into the half-slip, the plait should fall straight. Then, bringing around the saree, holding it to the rightfield and passing it to the left, arranging the border evenly. Then d**** it over your leave alone articulatio humeri allowing the end piece to descend casually.

It is often, if not generally, worn with a bare mid-drift. I studied it in the mirror. The way it is raddled and bent, it must be worn with a top because of how it hangs and d****s. Below, however, from the shank down, the eubstance is covered, with or without a petticoat. I was curious, though, about nothingness. I retrieved a storey fan and arranged it near the mirror. I took the saree off and removed the petticoat. How do I do the rapier without a petticoat ? Perhaps by just using a thin belt ? I put a thin knock at my pelvic arch, then put the saree back on. It takes various minutes and I was careful to make the rapier secure each prison term. Having tuck give way without a underskirt would be most embarrass. Once completed, I turned the fan on at a low velocity to test a formula lead stop number in the streets due to nose and trucks and machine. As I turned, it was possible for the folds to originate up when the air caught it just right. I found, though, that for my ass to fully present, I needed to bring the fold by mitt and pull it across the back of my legs. It was an exposit effort, but it was possible to do and it involved several hazard depending on the rapier, the security of the belt, the malarkey, and the material.

I knew where this was going, too. The hazard were all manageable and that was becoming unacceptable. I needed the element of hazard. I needed the element of not having everything within my control. I elected to use a semi-transparent saree fabric. Normally, it is worn over an luxuriant top or fashion bra along with a patterned underskirt since some of it might be visible. The sheer sarees are very much worn with manner upside and bottoms.

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

I knew where I wanted to take the air. It was very populated with old and young and rather busy. It would be perfect. I live in the Sunder Nagar district which is bordered by New Link Road to the west and Swami Vivekanand route to the east and Goregaon - Mulund liaison Road to the south. Between these is a district known for educational institutes including schools and colleges.

Sunder Nagar is mostly Hindu ( 75 % ) and the rest is mainly Moslem. There are bakeries and other shop in the area. I intend to focus my base on balls along Sunder Nagar Road past many store, a school, and several colleges with my goal being the Sunder Nagar Garden. This is a magnanimous green outer space with activities for all age. A vacation spot for Young c***dren and mob and football, cricket, and badminton grounds for teenagers and young men ( mostly ). There is a walking track of 600 meters.

When I exited the building, I was immediately hit with the spirit of photo. Whether or not I was mattered little. The hoi polloi who looked my way as I merged onto the walk of life I was convinced were seeing through my saree below my waistline. The boost I walked, the more comfortable I started becoming as I found the the great unwashed coming toward me were not staring transfixed at my breakwater. But, the people behind me became my concern. I noticed that even I tended to find the backs of people because your options are restricted when surrounded by others.

I moved off the incline and stopped. I quickly turned to reckon into citizenry's faces but did not receive evidence of anyone smirking or staring at me.

I walked the full Sunder Nagar Garden grounds and spent most of my meter away from the kinfolk arena, just in case. There was a group of youthful men playing football and others standing along the sides watching. I surveyed the orbit and prefer a place away from the bodily process but near sufficiency to be watching. I looked around to see where multitude were, then reached behind and pulled the sari congregation across the back of my ramification to expose my ass and leg. I felt the air relocation over my bare pelt and it felt so sinful. It was what I felt at Sanjay Gandhi parkland, but this was a dwell, meddling area. I quickly dropped the sheepcote back in place, fussing with it to be sure enough it had fallen completely.

I was literally dripping when I returned to the apartment. I knew, someday, I would contract the chance to do much more. How I would love to be naked under a semi-sheer sari. But, I could never do such a matter. I had enjoyed it so a good deal and continued for so long that I was running out of clip for having dinner ready 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 life 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 life and existence. I had this personal outlook to serve, but there was less and less to give. My life was becoming an endless repetition of routine obligation. The sole thing he wished from me was Captain James Cook, plum, and provide a restive environment for him when he returned from his piece of work. My newfound erotic cravings were making this being seem less and less tolerable. I also knew, though, there was nothing to be done about it. It was my living. It was the liveliness I was given to throw, to attend to my husband. If I somehow managed to find other joy, no issue how thrilling and engaging they might be, I had petty existent option in life than the situation I had.

I went back to searching the internet. I was intrigued by what I saw of the dog. A cherry-red peter 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 selective information on dog cocks and found plenitude of that. I found scientific information about the average of dick based on breed and size and alike information about human male person that included compare 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 Park, the shape and subprogram of dog cock were very different. Not the to the lowest degree of the remainder was a bulbous establishment at the understructure of the cock that was like to a musket ball. I was intrigued that it was an evolutionary elbow grease to improve insemination of the female person dog by locking the two together when the knot had swelled inside the female.

I sat back and looked at the pictures of the dog cock, my focus continually diverted to the knot. I wondered if that knot wasn't painful. My curio led to a modification of the search. I was rum if there was anything showing firedog fucking and possibly with a human womanhood. I don't know how I could be surprised by anything I found on the internet, anymore. There were pages of hunt results. I found picture show of women penetrated by Canis familiaris, their snatch distended by the knot inside. I went to retrieve my dildo, turning it to a high mise en scene, and inserting it into my own cunt before continuing my review on the computer.

My adjacent venture of ‘ research'turned to videos. The fucking of dogs was nutcase and frantic. Many seemed to command some assistant at some distributor point as the dog seemed to have a difficult meter penetrating the woman and staying on her. I went back to hunt for that question. I found that Canis familiaris initiated insight with small or no exposure of their putz from the sheath. Most of their erection normally occurred during incursion and early on fucking. Then, the knot eventually formed with increase bloodline flow and they were locked together before his climax.

The most intriguing photograph and videos to me were the ones capturing the mile inside the woman's cunt, then the gaping yap in her after the dog finally pulled out. The videos showing the book of cum streaming out was surprising. I happened on a looping video of the knot coming out and cum streaming out with it. I let it loop repeatedly as I assisted the dildo with my finger's breadth, climaxing myself with a shattering sexual climax in front of the laptop.

I quickly looked at the clock on the lower right field of the cover, then relaxed as I found mickle of time. I walked to the gravid window and stood before it, my fingers casually exploring my wet and very pliable cunt sassing and opening after the nice orgasm. I squeezed my pap with the former hired hand as my eyes rose to the Sanjay Gandhi national Park in the aloofness. 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 recognition of the risk that there was an proprietor in the surface area somewhere. Now, though, the craving had morphed into something much more, more involved, more obscene, more bestial, and more serious. Being seen masturbating would be bad. Being seen licked by a dog would be worse. But, being seen fucked by a dog ? Yet, each footfall in my imagining sent my heart racing, my breathing place 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 electric potential, even if he hadn't been with a womanhood, the scent was there and he would key on that. Perhaps, if I avoided the knot, it could be managed. If I could avoid being tied to the dog, it could be like being licked. Then, the hazard wouldn't be any greater.

As I stood before the large window, my digit idly touching my pap and slit lips, I thought about the pictures and picture I had seen on the reckoner screen. The greyback seemed so enceinte compared to the dick, how did they interpenetrate ? But, if they can manage it to a dog bitch, it can certainly happen to a womanhood. That was obvious based on the TV and pictures. Could I do this new thing ? It's one thing to jack off and it's another to let a dog lick you. What about letting a dog mountain you, fuck you ? Could I do that ? Could I do that out there, in the undefendable, almost ?

Again, I really didn't enquiry where my resoluteness would head me. It was almost like I was on some variety of way that I didn't know where it would direct, but I knew I couldn't get off, either, even if I wanted to get off. And, I wasn't sure I would require to. I had been ignored for so long, frustrated for so long. What was happening to me now was beyond my imaginings and fantasy. At times, it was almost like I didn't precaution what might happen to me, but it did issue and I did upkeep. I had to like. I would have nada if …

I ambled along the path and pretended interestingness in the ken to give up the other people who had been surrounding me to displace ahead and around the bend in the itinerary. This seemed to be an remarkably meddlesome day in the Mungo 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 violent storm had gone through the Nox before leaving clean skies and air that seemed somehow freshly, which isn't convention for a metropolis with this many the great unwashed, traffic, and industry.

When I decided it was safety to prompt off the path and not draw tending, I started up the slope, scanning the hillside in front of me and above as I picked my foothold. I was thinking this might not be a day when the dog was here when I suddenly heard a playful bark ahead and to my left wing. It was a single sound that seemed more like a greeting than a series of barks indicating a playful practice. 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 primer as it might if searching for a ball or get thrown, but it seemed to lead in the general direction of the localization of our previous meetings.

I wasn't sure if that was rational, but I hurried my rate while I scanned around me with particular tending to the area the dog had come from, one-half expecting to witness a human being following at a distance in search of his pet.

I stood just outside the clump of brush and little tree diagram that created my protect space. I continued to skim above and below for anyone else walking off the track. As I was, the dog ambled to me, stopping 20 invertebrate foot in front of me. When I glanced down, I found him patiently sitting as if awaiting my direction. It was the Lapplander dog. I didn't even need to look closely at his decoration gently swaying beneath his collar, the expression of sunlight glinting off the shiny metal. I found myself relieved it was the Lapp dog and nervous at the same prison term. The backup man came from a feeling of great familiarity. The nerves came from a sense of pushing my luck with reprise encounters with the Lapp a****l that had to be in the Mungo Park with an owner who had to be somewhere in the cosmopolitan area. Even if this owner was trusting and tolerant enough to allow the dog considerable free-rein to wander and track, which time would he fall out upon to trace close by ?

I pushed that thought aside, however. These encounters with the dog had become something I could no longer logically explicate or rationalize. I felt as though my life had changed into a mundane, procedure, and rote world that had no other meaning then filling the time space between the experiences I devised for myself, experiences that had an increased hazard but also reward. My dull and ordinary bicycle life seemed to be now careening down a spate road of astute breaking ball and switchbacks while my brakes were slowly leaking fluid and the ability to operate my lineage. As frightening as the danger was, the feeling of exhilaration and being awake was greater.

When I moved into the midst of the growth, Sheru followed behind me. I knelt in front end of him and he licked my expression playfully. I giggled at the belief of him covering my face. The feeling coming over me wasn't that of a playful pet giving licks but of a male kissing me. It was in my head and I knew that, but it had been so long since I had received eagre attention my mind made the parachuting of acceptance immediately.

Without any more 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 sheath, 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 volition 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 drogue, then stood and pushed my jean and panty off my hips and down my legs. He sniffed at me when I stood in social movement of him. When I spread my legs, his beak moved between my thighs sniffing before his tongue scene out and licked me, again. I shivered from the touch. The spot I had one time considered so outrageous and decadent was now only a prelim for very much more.

I knelt next to him, my hand returning to his belly. When my fingers again found his case, his top dog moved to me, his spit lapping at my face. I giggled. Not only did I chance upon a willing male, but one that was appreciative. While he licked my brass, I stroked his sheath and felt his cock coming out. This was new for me. Prakash didn't give the opportunity or demo desire for merriment during the limited sex we had. As my fingers stroked his bare, exposed cock, the dog flinched and whined. I remembered something I read online. Any putz protected in a sheath is quite spiritualist when exposed. I brought my manus up to my face and licked it liberally, then let the dog poke it, and I returned to touching his exposed cock. I could sense a fluid coming from the tip and smeared it over my fingers. I moved the dog to the ground so I could see what I was doing to him and what gist I was having. I was surprised to see how much stopcock was now exposed. I could also see More fluid forming at the tip of his cock. The more I smeared over my fingers and transferred to his pecker, the more than fluid formed. It was truly an interesting organ for my inexperienced mind to lay eyes on. A narrow-minded tip that grew thicker and narrowing slightly toward the sheath.

With him on the terra firma, I moved to his snout, my knees positioned on either side of it. He was immediately aware and reached forward to lap at my drooling bitch. bitch. Using that Book before was so base and decadent. Now, a dog lapping at it after I had been fingering his stopcock, cunt seemed to be the perfective tense word for it, maybe for me, especially if I continued along the focal point I was headed.

I looked down at him, then listened intently around me. I rose as high school 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 hands and knees like I had seen on the net. The dog came up behind me, licked at my twat and ass various times, then he seemed to engage over. He jumped onto my backrest, his front pegleg going around my shank. The feeling of fur on my lower dorsum was sensuous. The first shot of his cock at my butt woke me up and reminded me of how wrong and flop this was. A dog was on my back and he was probing with his tool to happen my slit curtain raising. He probed and probed. His cock was striking my stooge cheeks and around my bitch. The pointy, bony tool hurt after a few pang. 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 unlike. He was extended out of his case. I watched with fascination as his lengthy cock bobbed beneath him as he walked around me. All he needed was to penetrate me, then I was sure we would be good.

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

It was delirious ! A cock ! I had a hammer inside me, again ! It felt wonderful and amazing and thoroughgoing and decadent. I felt everything he did to me. He relaxed his face ramification slightly, moved forward and took me firmly with his legs, again. His nookie was like nothing I had experience. True, my experience was marginal, but cypher I imagined prepared me for the onslaught of fucking I received. I gasped and moaned in a uninterrupted chorus of muted phone, barely maintaining some awareness of my surroundings and circumstance.

I felt something banging against my slit on the outside, pressing against my lips and opening, pressing and stretching my initiative. For mo, 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 billet. I was just a cunt to him at this point. He was mating and his instinct was to knot me. The more I squirmed and moved, the more trend there was of his putz inside me. He was stabbing me, rubbing along my cunt paries, penetrating me deeper than I had been fucked before by my husband. My torso reacted the merely way it could with all the stimulation, a****listic nature of the act, and my mind's overdrive of conflicting spirit. I orgasmed !

One mo my integral soundbox burst into seventh heaven, excitement, and ecstasy. The following mo that ball of flesh on the foot of Sheru's cock was inside my cunt. My coming must have loosened my initiative, eliminated just enough resistance. His cock drove suddenly deeper inside me. The knot felt monolithic 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 slub and only focused on what was happening inside me. The cock and knot were both growing, swelling. He pulled back against my opening to hurtle further into me, but the knot restricted him. Instead, something unexpected and unknown happened. The nautical mile pressed against me inside, somewhere inside me and behind my clit. Whatever it was, the insistence was galvanizing and vivid, jolts of fiery erotic foreplay coursing from my snatch into my eubstance. I felt it on my clit, in my pap, and sent chills and goosebumps up my neck and into my scalp.

I was crashing into another coming when I felt his rooster inside jerk and pulse violently. The following champion was my cunt being washed in warm spirt of dog cum. I cried out. I couldn't assistance it. I didn't want to or intend to, but my mouth joined the rest of my consistency in joyous release.

As my body descended from the orgasmic peak previously unconquered, my mind rose up to the turmoil of my situation. Not only did I joyously cry out my euphoria, I was now tied to the dog. My creative thinker replayed the videos I had seen. The women were stuck to the dog for moments, maybe many. How was I to know ? The TV were snippets of action only. Suddenly, my pinna listen strait everywhere around me. The lowly strait of a folio in the idle words against the twig was some mortal crashing through the brush concealing me.

The dog whimpered as he tugged to free himself. He had done something I thought should be insufferable. He raised his leg over me and was now standing facing the opposite word management. We were ass-to-ass. I had seen it in television, but somehow it didn't seem so meaning then. I didn't understand. I hadn't seen how the dog got into that spatial relation, only that he was. He pulled and I could feel my pussy get out away from my dead body. I gasped and shuddered. That Lapplander sensation was happening, again. The knot 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 thought. Twice, already, I have climaxed and I was thinking of doing so, again ? Yes, I was ! It felt so delicious, so obscene, so … decadent. A dog had just fucked me !

After another small orgasm, the mi seemed to dilute my lips and opening to escape. I fell to the ground and the dog lay near me and started licking his prick. I slipped my arm under my face and watched. I watched his tongue, the Sami tongue that had pleasured me, figure out his own cock clean.

My hands trembled and shook as I got dressed in the confines of my concealing spot. Sheru had left min before. He seemed to crash through the copse and ran for the salary increase I saw him come over earlier. He seemed so noisy in leaving I delayed my leaving for many Thomas More instant to nullify being seen also coming out of the Sami spot. In fact, I exited the opposite way. My leg were weak and shaky, unsettled underneath me as I made my way back to the path.

rachis 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 happen to someone else. At Night, I dream about it and feared that my sounds might alarm Prakash to something unusual.

Standing in nominal head of the mirror, again, raw and excited. When I stripped away the panic of the peril I took, what remained was the store, the feeling of being fucked … finally, fucked. The feelings come back with fierce realisation and chilling fervour. New mentation combat for consideration. Pushing aside the ever-present little terror and concern for brief consequence, the desire to relive those feelings come rushing in. In those moments, surrounded by the fear, was the recognition of fulfillment. Fulfillment of needs that have been missing, vacant for so long. Could I hazard it, again ? Could I not ?

The mirror is my windowpane into my someone and desires. I have come to see the persona of myself as the substantial me, the me that demands to be released. And, that image is taunting me, challenging me, daring me. Her pap are extended, even for her. I spread my legs for her to bear witness me the slit that enjoyed the dog. She smiles at me as her legs gap. I see her cunt backtalk as plain as her pap standing out lofty and pleading to be touched. I see her move a hand to a nipple, pinching it and smiling at me as she does it.

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

I look into her eyes. I smiled at her and nodded my head 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 tetrad :

I returned to the Park a couple more times, skipping a day mediate visits so as not to arouse suspicion from anyone, especially Prakash, if he should notice. The dog wasn't there. One day I spotted a stray dog in the space, but after Sheru I didn't want to risk on my safety with a stray.

On the third visit, as I climbed up the gradient from the path, I spotted a dog in the Saame fix where I had seen Sheru arrive before. This dog wasn't Sheru, however. This was a German Shepherd, but it acted much the Lapplander way Sheru had. This dog came over the ridgeline, saw me and stopped. He seemed to look back at something and turned back to me. I took a chance on calling to it since despite not being Sheru it didn't flavour like a stray. I bent over and clapped my hands together, then patted my thigh hoping it would take those activity as indicators of my calling him. I didn't want to verbally call out to him for fear of drawing attention to me and my location.

As the dog trotted toward me, then moved faster as I continued to advance him, I looked around to swear that I was still alone and not being watched, then stepped back into the thicket and Tree. The dog stopped outside, then followed the constrict path I had created into my concealing positioning, his tail wagging furiously.

I knelt on the flat coat and offered him the back of my hand. His sniffed it and allowed me to inscribe his ear. Despite being a petty intimidated by German sheepherder, this dog had an affectionate and playful temperament. Reassured by his mental attitude, I looked closer at him and found he had the Lapp neckband as Sheru's. The decoration hanging from it read,"Balaji ”, which I knew meant impregnable. Looking at the a****l, I had no doubts about that.

As I rubbed his neck, I felt something attached to the taking into custody. I stood and looked at the object to rule what looked like a cheap cellphone. But what would a dog be doing with a cell sound ? I was still stroking the head word and neck of the dog when I heard the phone get-go buzzing. I took it off the choker and opened it to feel a text message had arrived. I open the messenger.

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

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

‘ An adorer, only.'

‘ What do you need ?'

‘ 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 bushes with you. You have enjoyed him, haven't you ?'

Oh, no ! somebody knows ! ‘ What do you require from me ?'

‘ I told you, aught. I don't know who you are and won't try to find out. My solely interest is in trying to avail you.'

This was too much. Someone unidentified to me knows what I have been doing ! My worst nightmare if he were to tell someone, go world, have pictorial matter. NO !

I burst out of the George H.W. Bush and sprinted down the slope to the itinerary. I was still running when I arrived at the starting of the track. When I stopped to catch my breathing time and write myself, I realized the phone had buzzed several times. I opened it, again, finding a series of other text message. I quickly shut the phone, jammed it into a hind pocket of my jeans and left the Park.

I buried the telephone in one of my shoes in the back of my wardrobe. I ignored it for the rest of the day and dark. I had to decide what I wanted to do. Did I need to plan now for the risky ? What could I possibly contrive ? If I was exposed, I would be exposed. What potential explanation or story could I concoct to excuse away such a revelation ?

I fretted all through dinner party, the even and throughout the night. I tossed and turned, getting slight sleep as my psyche imagined all sort of hypothesis, all bad. All through the followers day, eve, and night, it was only marginally better. The day after I began thinking the person on the other phone might not have meant harm to me, after all. Then, another dreaded intellection came to me. He had purchased both headphone. Couldn't he use the inbuilt GPS to track the headphone I had ? How did that oeuvre ? Was that occasion he could do or did he need to go through the cellular telephone service to get that entropy ?

I retrieved the headphone from my hiding spotlight in the water closet. I powered it up and looked at the school text messages from before. I was struck by his live on text : I told you, aught. I don't know who you are and won't try to find out. My only interest is in trying to aid you.

It was the concluding one sent before I shut the phone off. The other textbook he sent were enquiring if I was still there. Obviously, I wasn't. I sat down to think this through. All those skirmish were with his dogs and he had been cognisant of it and continued to bring his dogs for me to chance. Never had he approached or intruded. If he was there somewhere, he was a long way off. He never was shut plenty to see into the shaggy area where I was and was never visibly close when I left. Maybe he didn't want anything. Maybe he really didn't intend to obtrude on my privacy by finding out who I was. I wondered, then, what did he mean by ‘ my only pastime is in trying to help you'?

I prepared a textual matter content and sent it. ‘ What did you mean you only want to try to help oneself me ?'I was expecting there would be a delay to get a reply since I had waited several twenty-four hour period. Instead, the earphone buzzed almost instantly.

‘ I am deeply no-account I scared you. Not my intention.'

‘ Why are you doing this ?'

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

‘ The first sentence when I shrieked ?'

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

‘ What did you cogitate might be happening ?'

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

‘ And ?'

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

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

‘ Say it. Say what he did to you.'

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

‘ He fucked me. Your dog fucked me.'

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

‘ More. It was beyond my imagining. I was trying to fend off the knot, but …'Why am I telling him all this ?

‘ But ?'

‘ I orgasmed and the knot 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 someone came along.'There was another electronic silence and I wondered if the joining was broken.

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

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

‘ Yes. 11:00.'

I shut the phone and powered it off. My hands were shaking. I put the telephone set inside my track shoes I would be wearing tomorrow. Now I have someone pimping his andiron to me ? I walked to the mirror in the bedroom and removed my apparel. I looked into the eyes of my image.

"He's sending his hound to you to enjoy. He's sending his hot dog to you to fuck."I looked down at her pectus to find the nipple becoming more erect, straining outward. I parted my legs and she duplicated the crusade. Her lips were already glistening with her arousal."You really are a dog-bitch, aren't you ? Even if all you can get is dog-cock, it is good enough."Her oculus were sparkling, her mouth turned into a smile, and her principal nodded.

I was giddy when I arrived at the Park and made my way to the locating within the brush I had been using for my outdoor playing with the wiener. I noticed as I left the main path that my visits up the slope had begun wearing a faint path into the wild grasses. As I approached the clustering of brushwood and small trees that formed my secluded spot, I looked up to the ridgeline above and checked my watch. It was only a few hour before 11:00 AM. I surveyed around me, checking into the space, and was satisfied there was nobody else who might range nearby.

I heard a barque and I looked in the focal point of the sound to happen a boastfully dog similar to Balaji and the figure of a man against the background and sky. The dog bounded ahead of the man, stopped briefly, then bound down the slope toward me. The man stopped at the ridgeline and settled onto the ground. He was no longer hiding his bearing, though he remained at a distance that I could not recognize his feature article, 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 variety in the post hit me fully. The dog approaching me belonged to the man up on the Alfred Hawthorne who had arranged this time for all of us to be in the same place. And, the only reason for that arrangement of time was for me to be mounted by his dog. There was no longer any closed book about it. It wasn't a question of if there was an owner of the dog. There was an owner of the dog, and he was right there on the hill.

I turned, stooped, and stepped into the arena of brush and trivial tree. A moment later, the dog followed me. I was already kneeling when he came right to me. As I stroked his caput and neck opening, I checked his collar and tag. It was the like German sheepherder, Balaji. He sat in figurehead of me. I stroked him and, not knowing any former way, used the Saame approach path to him that I had with Sheru. I slowly worked my hand onto his slope and belly, then down by his case with a few ‘ accidental'glancing touches along the side of the sheath. He reacted the same as Sheru, a thin wince, but nothing more. With my facial expression alongside his, I was intent on what my hand was doing underneath him so I was surprised to get a tenacious, wet punch over the side of my face. I turned my face directly to him and closed my optic as he began licking my brass. It was at that moment that I took cargo hold of his sheath and the cock inside.

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

Naked now below the waist, I went to my workforce and knee joint in front of him. As I could own predicted with even my determine experience, his spit first went to my twat and ass, licking me several times. It felt wonderful, the tongue glide over my wet cunt sassing. It took a dog to turn over aid to my twat with rim and natural language. I giggled at what the dog was willing to do for me that my husband would never take. I moaned at the thought of what was to come shortly and that it took bounder to generate me ruffle after all these years.

I reached back with a manus to force his beak away and pat my ass, hoping to own him ride me. After a few attempt, he did, jumping onto my back, his furry belly on my bare ass and frown back. I remembered finale meter and slipped a hand between my legs and with a small assist from me, he with driving his rooster into my cunt with to a lesser extent afflictive stabbing. I gasped loudly at the penetration and followed that with deep moans of satisfaction as the rooster quickly began thrusting, the frantic fucking that, again, took my breather away.

Balaji was stronger and more aggressive than Sheru had been. It took some getting used to, but it became thrilling and wild. I found all I could do was plant my articulatio genus and hands into the basis and hold myself steady against his onslaught. His rear feet shifted as he attempted to gain easily footing and leverage with which to labour his tool into his new beef. I pressed back against him, holding a calm and firm place for him to have a go at it against. And, it was what I became, a kick. I realized my oral cavity was emitting a stabilize flow of low, guttural moan, gasps, and groans. I heard cipher but the auditory sensation coming from my backtalk, the oink and panting from the dog, and the squishing of our sexual union organs, his cock drive into my wet and drooling cunt. If anything was happening outside the light touch security, I had no awareness of it and, at the mo, 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 frantic, frantic drive. It wasn't that Sheru hadn't been as good fucking me, but I hadn't been released for him. I was still skittish, probationary, and self-aware. This time, I came prepared to give up myself, to fully turn over myself to whatever dog was brought to me. There was no dubiousness, worry, or wondering about a dog on this visit. I knew there would be a dog. The owner who I was communicating with would deliver one here for me. I came knowing I was going to fuck a dog. And, I was. Gloriously and with wildness.

The slub was pressing against my scuttle. Unlike the late time when I tried not to be tied, I pressed back against the dog press at me. I wanted it all, again. The dog and I worked together, though he was more forceful in his approach. He stretched me. The lilliputian experience I had was sufficient, though, to sympathize 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 cunt, a slut. But, the communication theory with the man, the owner, something snapped open inside me. Again, something happened, another door opened, and I was going to race through it. What would happen later, would happen. Now, though, now I was going to be thoroughly fucked and tied to Balaji, be his cunt. What was happening to me ? How could I care ? At that moment, the gnarl 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 real effect, though, was pressing his grayback firmly, roughly against that spot inside me and I exploded. My entire eubstance seemed to react. The orgasm shook my limbs, my tum twitched, my toes curled, my puss clasped around the cock and knot inside. My scalp tingled and I shivered from my feet to my head.

I was no sooner coming down from that explosive sexual climax and I felt his pecker spasm and jolt inside me. I pulled away from him as I felt his cum jet deep inside. I wasn't trying to get away. My trunk, if not my brain, connected to that smudge inside me and the knot inside me. I pulled, jamming my hips up, cramming his knot against that bit. I came, again.

I was lying on my spine, exhausted. I looked to obtain Balaji off to the position casually licking his shaft clean. When I moved, he looked at me. I smiled at him, a smile I meant to be meaningful, but he was just a dog.

I heard that earphone buzz. I dug it out of my jeans and opened it. There were repeated school text from him.

‘ check where you are. Let Balaji come out first. Someone heard you. I will distract him.'

Oh, no ! But, then I realized. Not only do I have person providing me dogs, but he is watching over me, too. I struggled to fall away my panties and jeans on. I marveled, again, at the amount of cum that dogs gave. I put my brake shoe on and stretched my head up to receive a man slowly, curiously, stepping off the way in my direction. I got Balaji to support and pushed him through the bushes. As soon as he was visible, I heard a tatty whistle from further up the slope and heard Balaji running toward the man as he called loudly to it, scolding it for wandering off. I check in the former direction to find 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 relief. cataclysm avoided. And I started giggling.

CHAPTER basketball team :

All the thrilling experiences and aroused chills of doing them in the ballpark paled in comparing to the last experience. And, it had little to do with Balaji or Sheru. But, knowing that the man, the owner of the dogs, was there, watching and aware institutionalise my reactions over the top. It wasn't just that I thought he might be around somewhere ; or, that individual might be suspicious by my move up the glop ; or, mortal might see something unusual. No, it was all of them … in spades. When I got the school text warning me about the man on the path who heard my cry, it scared me to my essence. But, as strange as it might sound, it also excited me. That the man, the possessor, was on the slope above waiting and observation, fully cognizant and encouraging of me being mounted by his dog, was beyond anything else. The screw was wonderful. The aroused chemical reaction to the setting took my orgasmic reaction to another level.

After that experience, the texting subject matter became more personal. He was emboldened by my reflection of gratitude and my responses to the emboldened remark became effusive. He asked me how it felt during the fucking by the dogs ; what the knot felt like ; how a great deal cum they shot into me. Initially, it was a combination of intrusive and humiliating, but I couldn't break off myself from responding back to him with answers that soon became detailed and expressed the agitation I had felt.

As I shared in some detail about the feel of the knot stretching my cunt to enter or cash in one's chips, about the flow of dog-cum draining from my bitch 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 have been all-inclusive that I was venturing into using unknown frank. When I confessed that I had been mostly naïve and only accidentally fell into dogtooth bodily function, he became more intrigue and honed his questions deeper into my life history. Since we were using texting, this process was time-consuming with shorten construction for description.

The weird thing was, after a couple of daytime of intimate sharing, I felt somehow connected to him and my reception 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 puss 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 severalise him about it. I dropped the phone and did exactly as he requested without any debate or hesitation. How did his commanding confidence and my leave sufferance develop so quickly and naturally ?

After cumming, I lay on the bed with the dildo softly buzzing in my cunt, allowing my orgasmic reaction to ebb slowly from my body. I described to him in detail how it made me sense and how I had used the toy. I told him about taking it out on occasion to entreat the vibrating brain against my engorged clitoris. I told him how I squeezed, pinched, and deform my mamilla while driving the dildo in and out of my sloppy cunt-hole. I told him how my peg shivered as I arched my hips into the air at the moment my coming crashed over me, how the electrical tingling coursed from my cunt to my clit, up my tummy to my tits and nipples.

His reply indicated how pleased he was with my conformity and my description. He then told me to be in the Park, the same place, at 11:00 AM the next 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 feel. I wasn't seeking, gambling, hoping any prospicient. Now, someone was assisting, arranging, conspiring, taking charge. Even by school text, it was a brawny influence over me.

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

‘ Are you skilled at sucking prick ?'

I gulped at the motion. Whose rooster would I suck ? But, I wasn't. I had never touched a cock with my tongue or backtalk, much less my sassing. I told him so.

‘ Then, it is sentence for you to try it. I think you are the kind of adult female who will get it on having a cock in her back talk to suck.'

My god ! Where is he taking me ? What does he hold in mind for me ? His messages are as if he believes he has control over me and he knows where he wants to postulate me and what he wants me to do and be for him. My cunt was drooling at the scene, the brash presumption, the candour of his approach.

I made my way up the side to my ‘ secret'location. As I drew nearer to it, I looked up the incline to the place I had seen the man appear close time with his dog. At beginning, I was disappointed. I didn't see him or a dog. My god ! The reality of the response hit me. I was disappointed that a dog wasn't coming over the ridgeline to fuck 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 waste grass and zigging and zagging around belittled bushes. Then, I saw him, the man, the possessor, as he appeared behind the dog. He even waved to me this time.

I was odd watching the dog bounding to me. How is it all the dogs seem to make out they are intended for me ? I shake the thought and refocus on the dog. I now see it is a Fox Terrier, about 15 inch tall compared to the 24 or 25 inches tall German Shepherd. I wondered why he chose such a small-scale dog this time, then remembered his statement for me to suck prick. Maybe that was the rationality. He was providing a little cock since it was my first fourth dimension. I wasn't for certain 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 point of possibly soaking my blue jean in the privates !

I felt his telephone buzz in the back air pocket of my denim. I look up at the man. He has his hand raised and I am guessing the telephone set in his hand. I opened the phone and checked the text.

‘ Don't forget to suck. I thought a minuscule dog might be better for you the first 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 sphere, finding nobody watching or near, and stepped into the envelop space protected by George Herbert Walker Bush and small tree. The dog followed me and sat at my feet, his tail wagging furiously as he looked up at me. I dropped to my knees and smothered him in clinch and ducky. His tail wagged even faster and his natural language began to seek bare tegument on my face and arms to figure out. I giggled. His licks are a reminder of how I am to use my lip and sassing. I shivered. I never felt my husband's putz in my backtalk 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 ones worn by Sheru and Balaji. This one has a tag recitation, ‘ Jhony ’. I put my mouth close to his head 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. Keep that in mind, will you ? I've never done it before so I might not do it very well."His tongue swiped my typeface over my lips and horn in. I giggled."Then you can have sex, O.K. ?"I didn't expect a response, but he licked me, again. I took that as an reason being established. A young woman needs all the understanding she can get sometimes.

I debated. The decision came to me quickly. I sat back and removed my shoes, blue jean, and step-in. I wanted to be ready for him. I patted the background and managed to get him to lay on his side. I pushed him partially on his spinal column and stroked his belly. He raised his head and looked at me, then my helping hand 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 before. Or, maybe they are just that well trained.

As my fingers grazed along the sides of his case, the reddish tip came out. I smiled. It was already obvious how much smaller this stopcock was going to be. It might even be littler than Prakash's cock. I had to bottle up a laugh. It now seemed hard to believe a cock smaller than his. That might hold been nasty, but both early Canis familiaris had putz that seemed very prominent in comparison.

I bent over, putting the side of my face into Jhony's belly fur, the tip of his cock peeking out from the sheath. I poked my tongue out touching the tip. I pulled my spit back when I felt some liquid on the tip. It didn't preference bad. It was something coming from the dog's cock, a lubrication perhaps. I giggled. Something more to investigate through the internet. Or … maybe the man would love. What form of discussion would that be ? Asking a man I didn't know about the mulct spot of a dog's peter I had been sucking. I suppressed another laugh.

I licked the tip respective metre, then took the pointy tip between my rim. I've never done anything like this. I could feel Thomas More of the cock become exposed as I slid my lips down the hammer from the tip. I had a stopcock in my mouth ! What was I becoming ? low gear, letting a dog lick me ; then, letting hot dog fuck me ; now, taking dog cock into my mouth. I slipped a hand between my peg. I was shocked at how wet I was. It was leaking out of my snatch. It was then that I realized I was mouthing this piffling cock and my ass, my naked ass, was sticking up in the air.

I started sucking, not just mouthing, the shaft. The more I sucked, the more of that liquid came from the tip into my rima oris. Soon I had enough to withdraw. I sucked harder. I wanted more. I slid my mouth down the length of the exposed hammer until I felt the fur of the sheath on my back talk. There was about four inch of cock in my mouth. I giggled, again. I had four inches of cock in my back talk and I was going to fuck it, too.

As soon as the thought passed through my mind, I knew I had to do it. I sat back on my heels, petting the dog. He raised his head to measure me, sensing something different was about to pass off. I turned on my knees and dropped to my hands and started patting my ass to encourage him to mount. By this point, I was assuming all the man's dogs were familiar with fucking if only with dog-bitches. Maybe I was their lonesome human-bitch. I needed to bang. I would ask him. A funny look passed through me and I understood it immediately. I wanted to be their sole human-bitch.

The dog stood and came to my ass, and like the other two frank before him, his honker went first to my ass. His tongue lapped at my ass. I spread my knees further opening a wider outer space between my second joint and I was rewarded with his tongue sliding over my exposed cunt from my clit to my mother fucker. 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 better angle, at least better from my perspective.

I patted my ass to get him mount me. He jumped up, his erect legs churning to gain my spine and I realized my ass was too eminent for him. I squatted down a little and he got on top of me, his hips thrusting at me, probing with his cock for my cunt-hole. It slid inside before my hand got back to assist him and I gasped. Even a great deal fragile than the early click, it was still a good hammer 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 modest shaft from a dog took my breath away. Its urgency and energy immediately applied by the dog as it enters and gains hold, driving deep in the first few thrusts.

This time, though, the cock, which was beginning to kick in me surprising delight pulled out. Like Sheru the first prison term, 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 rachis quicker and soft with my ass lower and thrust at my body. I slipped my hand between my legs to wait on him but got the surprise of my life story before I found his cock with my hand. His tool, coated with my slit juice, hit my asshole on one poking and entered on the second. I cried out, never having ever been penetrated there before. The first thrust teased my puckered hole with the tip parting my sphincter, the second gear followed immediately by forcing it to open wider so the end of the prick was just inside. I gasped and gulped my breaths at the sensory faculty of being penetrated there, wanting my physical structure to accept or reject the intrusion. My dead body didn't have much to say about it, though. The dog, being a dog, followed the initial overtone incursion with an additional quick stammer of the thrust, driving the engraft cock oceanic abyss into my anal passage.

I cried out, again. Now, it was more than just the tip inside me. Now, some of the fertile portion of the dick had spread the sphincter wider, opening my passing for ended penetration. But, it hurt. That part of my body wasn't used to the insight and stretching. I wanted my organic structure to have time to adapt, but I felt the dog pull back slightly for another thrust as he also adjusted his grip around my waist, holding me plastered and aligning himself to go into full-of-the-moon fuck mode. I reach back in the hopes of holding him regular for just a few instant, but my response was too behind. He thrust back into me and followed it with a stream of rapid-fire humping. It didn't seem to bother him that he was in the wrongly hole.

I dropped my head and chest to the ground, resting my forehead on my folded forearms, my ass sticking up in the air with the Terrier perched precariously, his rear feet barely having plenty traction to uphold his powerful fucking. God, even a belittled dog fuck like a maniac !

He was now in full mode of dog fucking. After my limited and very recent experience, I already knew what that was. It was a drive that had to be experienced and not explained and each time I had experienced it I was thrilled by it. He pulled and pierce his stopcock out and into my ass as if he were fucking my cunt. After the initial irritation that followed the initial sharp hurting, I loved what I was experiencing. In my mind, it flashed before me that I now had two golf hole for fucking. Then, a smile took over my case as I braced myself for the continuing attack. No, not two holes. I had now sucked my first cock, too. I now had three kettle of fish for cock.

Nothing outside of the dog and the new sensations emanating from my anal passage was reaching my conscious mind. The only affair in the world at the moment was the dog's cock in my ass. So, I was very aware when I felt the gibbosity of something outside my asshole, something larger pressing to enter. The knot. Could my ass also take a greyback ? I wouldn't have thought it could take a cock, but here I am actually enjoying it.

The mi pressed at my first step and for a minute 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 uttermost exhilaration and stimulation. While the mind was carrying on a confused argument with itself, the eubstance was already in action. It pressed back against the pressure level being applied to it, the anatomical sphincter slowly but steadily spreading with the constant and insistent pressure. The knot was probably small compared to the other two hound, but it might have been the width of their larger cocks so when it stretched me to the point of almost entering, I felt like I would be torn and I couldn't think of a worse lieu to be torn. The instant chemical reaction was flinching away from it, but it was too late and the dog was too determined. He had his legs wrapped around me and his strength and finding to couple surprised me. He pulled me back to him as he pressed himself to me and the knot plunged into my passage. I cried out, again.

It wasn't until later that it would even occur to me how often dissonance I had been making. At the clock time, I was lost in my own little bubble of cosmos and that bubble only contained Jhony and me deep in the bond of mating.

I felt his cock and knot grow in every way inside me. The fit was so pie-eyed I could palpate everything as his shortened shot continued, his pre-cum leaked, and his cock grew in anticipation of pending sexual climax. I could feel he was conclusion to cumming and I desperately wanted to share it with him. The sensation of anal fucking was unlike with less take stimulation to the stem erogenous zones. I slipped a hand underneath, my digit going to my clit and twat. The fingers alternated between strumming the clit and plunging into my cunt. The digit actually pressed up and felt the hammer and knot in my ass through the thin membrane dividing the chambers.

When I felt his cock jerk and spasm against the bulwark, I joined him. My orgasm was convulsing and I was trusted office 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 mischievous, so Base, so slutty, so dingy. 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 mind returned to take accusation and immediately, quietly, internally, swore a terrible blue-streak at my soundbox 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 relinquish itself, but we were very securely joined. When many minutes passed and nothing had changed, I began to go concerned. I had been shocked at the initial encroachment, then by the knot entering me and what that took. But, when it happened, my body was in the throe of being overwhelmed with physical and mental stimulation. Now, I was cognizant … and tense. And, the tension wasn't helping to release the knot.

I had no idea how long the knot might bind us together. This was a smaller dog, but the Calidris canutus was in my ass, which was so much tighter and constricting. As the dog pulled on the tie, I could sense the anatomical sphincter securely closed in front of the ballock inside me. I reached behind to stroke the dog to attempt to tranquillize him. As he fought to disengage, I could feel his cock slide inside me and I assumed his drive were just exciting him further.

My attack to unlax my own body, though, failed completely and abruptly when away my little natural enclosure of brush, I heard the low voices of people too conclude to be on the pathway below. I held my breath to mind more intently as if that would help. The dog behind must have heard the audio, too, because he suddenly became more agitate, pulling with more intent, his paws fighting the dry land to force us apart. This fourth dimension when I reached back to him, my effort to calm him had desperation behind it. I could hear the voices coming closer and I felt the dog moving one direction, then the other nervously.

I became terrify. The exposure of being outside was part of the thrill, heightening all the other touch sensation. This was too close, though. This was too very much like feeling the inevitability of being caught at what I was doing. This was too lots like seeing the end of my secure life-time 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 knees, straightening my body to fondle his body.

Suddenly, the people outside evaporate, 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 people resumed their walking and their voices 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 get wind the spokesperson fade away. They seemed to own turned their guidance to the rooftree above where I was. Then, it was lull around me, again.

I collapsed the ground still tied to the dog. My heart was racing so intemperately it was like I had just completed a series of wind sprints. My fear brought on from danger was broken and my stress moved to collecting myself, my origin pressure, my breathing …

In the relaxing mode I put myself in, I must throw been able-bodied to relax Sir Thomas More than I imagined as the dog pulled mightily and the knot stretched my ass and popped out. I then allowed my entire body to collapse to the ground. I was lying in the wild grass and grunge, my tee shirt pushed up against my tits, more than than one-half of my physical structure nakedly pressed in dirt, smoke, sprig, and leaves.

My gist fit into a race, again, when the dog seemed to blow up through the copse next to me. I could find out him bark as he ran. The bark were the variety that sounded like a greeting. Then, I heard the pennywhistle of its owner. And, the strait faded away.

CHAPTER SIX :

I needed a day to decompress after that last experience. Even Prakash noticed a modification in me. fountainhead, form of. What he noticed was that I was distracted and less responsive to his inane banter about his oeuvre. That man, if he only understood anything about me …

Instead of making me palpate that I had not attended to him properly, though, his reaction to me spur me to measure and understand what had happened in the Park. I was curious about some panorama of what happened. A time before he had warned me that a man on the itinerary was stopped and listening. This prison term, though, when a chemical group of people left the path and walked near where I was, he didn't provide any monition. Had he left ? I didn't think so. This man was receiving a vicarious excitement 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 want to be nearby.

After Prakash left for work on the dawn of the indorsement day, I resumed communication with the man. I opened the sound while walking to the large windowpane in the animation room so I could peer over the other buildings to the east and see the Park in the space. It took some minutes before he responded to my text.

‘ Are you naked ?'

‘ Sorry, Sir.'

Slowly, over all the texts and questions and divulging of confidant entropy and my loose, trusting submission with his proposals, the term ‘ Sir'had slipped into my source to him. I didn't even use that to Prakash. I put the telephone set down on a board, quickly removing my churidar kurta I had selected for the day since I was going grocery store shopping in the morning. I resumed my location in movement of the window, not because he requested it, he didn't, but because it returned the flavor of exposure and risk, even if it now seemed much less hazardous that matter I had been doing.

The texts went back and forth with some occasional holdup on his end. I felt he was distracted by body process on his end, but he made no proposition of me waiting until later. I apologized for interrupting him, but he insisted it was alright if I didn't mind some suspension in the texts. I asked him about the group of mass and no word of advice from him.

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

There was a break. 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 support, watchfulness. As a issue, I had begun letting my guard down to enjoy the a****ls. I was thinking I could rely him. So, I waited.

‘ Are you upset ? I suppose you are, but let me explain. I arranged for those the great unwashed to walk past you and talk and theorise about auditory sensation. They were never going to actually look 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 section of what you found thrilling was the risk. Your strong-arm experiences were going to be limited. You were, are, a rag married woman. Seeking some level of exhibitionistic thrills was how you began. The domestic dog were unplanned, unexpected, but the experience with them was enhanced by the risk divisor. true up ?'

‘ True.'

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

‘ I was knotted. I was completely lost. Even more, Jhony's tool slipped into my ass, not my cunt. I had no idea how long it might occupy for him to deplume out of my tight ass. I had to worry about keeping Jhony quiet and calm so the mass wouldn't learn our struggle of being tied.'

‘ But … how did it all feel ?'

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 acknowledge who I was. Honesty, Deepti, he's provided so much.

‘ It felt amazing ! If it had been one of the bigger detent in my bitch, I probably would have 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 metre. You are allowing me to feel things I have not for a very prospicient time.'

Another pause. I gave him time. There was to a greater extent he was working out, I could sense it.

‘ May I think of early things for you ?'

I didn't pause. ‘ YES ! Yes, Sir.'

‘ will you tell me just your first public figure ?'

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

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

I didn't hesitate further, ‘ Deepti. My start gens is Deepti.'

‘ Ahhh … luster, effulgence, incandescence. Has that fit you in your spirit ?'

‘ No, not until lately maybe.'

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

I didn't know how to react to that dubiousness. If, and that might be a big if, my husband did notice a change in my behaviour, what would he conceive ? Maybe, he would simply be relieved and not question it, at all. Our true communication had been so bad for so recollective, I really had short way of guessing.

‘ I don't know what the answer to that is, Sir. I have to superintend my appearance around him, I think. Anything he notices might be explained by my tramp in the green, an improvement in my strong-arm being ?'He agreed that would be good. ‘ Sir, I am curious about the andiron. You said they are stud poker wienerwurst, have they been with other adult female before, too ?'

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

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

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

I could hear the pleasure in his voice when he finally responded. ‘ Yes, my dear, you are their only woman-bitch, as you call it. You are their kick. You like being their bitch, don't you ?'I said, yes. ‘ You like the idea more than than human sex. You would rather be fucked by the dogs than by men. hound satisfy you in a way you don't think men ever could. You would learn to a greater extent peril, do almost anything to enjoy dog-cock more than and more.'

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

He had asked permit to arrange something new and unlike for me to experience after the panic attack in the common. I had quickly given him my approval. I had quickly pronounced my desire to be a cunt for his dogs. I had even let chemise 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 groundless rocket drive, I was blasting into new realms of experience and unknown region opportunities. It was scary, but it was exhilarating.

While he was probably devising something unlike, though, I enjoyed a distich more trips to the Park. One with Sheru and the other with Balaji. As sweet and cute Jhony was, I did opt the larger tool and knots of the other two dogs. The experience of being knotted in the ass, though, never left me and I knew I would want to feel that, again.

He was putting himself more and more in boot of these confrontation. On days when we didn't have something arranged for the ballpark, he might text me at some point during the day and fall in me an instruction. I was free to do it or not, he had no physical ascendancy over me, but I found myself always following his pedagogy. Some days it was merely being naked the entire day with clothespins on my nipples. former times, it might be standing naked in front of the big window while I used the dildo in my bitch until I orgasmed. That would take many minutes and sometimes I found myself deliberately extending the exhibition, wondering the intact time if someone might be in a building somewhere to the eastern United States with binoculars or scope. The thought process made it even more charge up and that, of course, was the objective.

He also changed how I was to dress on the arranged expedition. From now on, he said in a schoolbook, I was to only don sarees. He didn't want to see me in denim and tee-shirts, anymore. If he did, he would not release the dog. That threat did maintain some control over me, but it was unnecessary, I would have complied, anyway. He was very specific about my dressing. Not only was it to be only a sari with a form-fitting top, but there would be no underwear and no petticoat. Additionally, when I was with the wiener, I was to also remove my top. Those next clip when I fucked the dogs, I was completely nude person in the parking lot. As the hound pounded me from behind and I was on my hands and knees, I marveled at how my knocker swung beneath me when they were resign to move. It was thrilling to suppose someone seeing them moving like that.

The new requirement for dressing added a big psychological effect, too. Not only being completely naked but getting dressed again would be dull. There would be no way of getting dressed quickly if someone should nose. Wrapping a sari takes minutes, anywhere from 7 to 10 second depending on conditions and how elaborated the dr****g is. And, without a petticoat to make the tucks into, it would be slightly dissimilar using the belt. If something happened, I wasn't going to be able-bodied to get robed quickly, anymore. That wasn't a subtle change and it was quite dramatic.

The offset time with Sheru with the saree went just delicately. I got there and Sheru came down. I waved to the man and he waved back. Although I heard people on the way, they remained on the path and there was no stress. The secondment time 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 mean solar day that don't seem existent in a big, over-populated, industrial environment like Bombay. The skies were clear, the breeze was gentle off the sea, and a low front had sucked away much of the humidity. After Balaji pulled his marvelous international nautical mile from my cum filled pussy, I lay on the ground satisfied and fulfilled. The dog came to my bedcover legs and lapped at my leaking cunt causing me to moan and sigh with further satisfaction and pleasure. I sat up to pet him in thanks when we both heard the man pennywhistle. Balaji turned to run from the crotch hair and his paw caught the cloth of my sari. By the time I saw my saree leaving the President George W. Bush attached to the dog, I had two beat of material to snaffle before it was all gone. My reaction, though, right after an orgasm was decelerate. I had to jump through the George W. Bush after the dog, landing with my speed half outside the crotch hair to grab the end of the 5-meter length of fabric. The man must hold recognized what was happening and yelled for the dog to stop. I pulled on the fabric and dislodged the material, crawling back into the bushes and pulling the fabric in buttocks me.

I stood to wrap the saree around me when I heard voices 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 location of the dog. When they questioned what the dog had been pulling, he quickly made up a story of the sun reflecting off the waving weed, despite almost no zephyr. It bought me enough fourth dimension to get dressed. I exited the bushes in the opposite focal point and circled around. Another close call, but very charge up. As I walked passed the citizenry, I could feel the dog cum still leaking from my cunt.

Then, his next idea for me came. He said he had an mind I was surely to get very exalt, erotic, and very exhibitionistic. He asked if I trusted him enough to have his driver pick me up from any placement I desired. He assured me he would protect my identity and that his driver was really his personal and professional assistant. I told him I would be waiting at the south end of the Sunder Nagar Garden. He told me the vividness and brand of the car, the driver's name, and other contingent to assure myself of the correct car.

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

"Mrs. Sinha ?"I was using the end of my sari as a humeral veil as instructed to enshroud 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 passenger seat next to him and handed out a masquerade party that would brood my middle and nuzzle. I smiled, though he couldn't see it, and nodded. He exited the car and held the back door open air for me. I put on the masquerade party and slid into the back ass. I had no musical theme 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 interrogation about our terminus, but he interrupted me. He punched some clitoris on the dah and I heard the sonorousness of a phone on speaker. When it was answered on the other end, I was to get word the articulation of the man for the first time.

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

"Thank you, Swapnil. Deepti, my figure is Venkat Iyer. I have decided it might help you experience more plug if you know Sir Thomas More about me than I know about you. I have a figure of job in the Mumbai sphere and you are headed to a remote section of one of those attribute with Swapnil. I am actually semi-retired, which has allowed me the prison term to be so interactive with you. I am 62-years-old and widowed, I may make mentioned that already."There was a intermission and some stifle conversation in the background as though he was having a come apart conversation."Sorry, dear. I needed to take care of something there that Swapnil would normally have handled. Now, you have my full phase of the moon attention. I wish I was there with you, but hopefully, that will be possible in the near hereafter. How are you feeling about this, Deepti ? Do you give birth the masquerade on ?"

"Yes, Sir. Thank you."

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

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

"Yes, but I am afraid it won't mean anything to you. do it to say, the positioning is remote control, insulate, but visible. I know that sounds contradictory, but it is true and it is important for the experience I have planned for you. Will you trust me, Deepti ?"

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

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

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

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

I didn't get quite as much information as I was hoping for. I was wearing a masquerade to protect my lineament, but Swapnil wasn't. He was in his latterly 20's, average meridian and form. He appeared athletic and confident, though he was deferential to Mr. Iyer. Swapnil had brusque Joseph Black hair that was somewhat unrulily. He wore glasses that were ordinary, not too stylish. He had a moustache and beard that was either new and growing out or he was having bother growing it. Several fourth dimension as Mr. Iyer talked, I caught his eyes in the rearview mirror and was struck by the sparkle in them. His smile was full and genuine. He looked like someone I wouldn't mind disbursement time with.

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

"Deepti, this is when you begin to show you really hope me. I want you to move into the center of the back buttocks, then quickly unwrap your saree and remove your top."My mouth dropped and I stared at the localization on the dash where his representative came from."Swapnil, what was her reaction ?"

"She might be in shock, Sir."

He laughed on the former end."I thought as much. Deepti, we have been very measured to hide out your individuality. You wanted new, greater experiences. One would be to be naked in a moving car."

I was shaking my head, but my manus were already working to get rid of the sari. I had to shift my position numerous meter to unwrap the 5 meters of textile. Then, I looked into the rearview mirror, saw Swapnil glancing from the road to me and back to the road. I closed my heart and removed the top. I was sitting in the middle of the back derriere of a car I had never been in before and driven by a man I had never met before. I saw the railcar passing us and us passing them. We were approaching a tedious truck and I closed my eyes. I knew he could expect right down into the car for a very dear view of me if he happened to reckon. I kept my eyes closed, but when I heard a truck honk next 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 even fundament on the heavily traveled highway, I almost missed the next comment from Mr. Iyer.

"Dear, now slip your butt to the edge of the tail end and scatter your legs wide."

My middle flashed up to the rearview mirror, which Swapnil had his left handwriting on ready to adjust. That sparkle in his eyes shined even more. I fluidly took the position he instructed and never in my life felt more exposed to anyone. The only soul EVER to have seen me in a position close to this was me in front of the mirror as I looked for ways to thrill myself in onanism. Now, Swapnil, an attractive man I just met, had adjusted the mirror for quick coup d'oeil to enjoy the view displayed to him through the two bucket seats in front.

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

"Simply beautiful, Sir. I love the tone of her pussy. The lips are parted and the inner lips clearly show. The lip and her pussy exposed inside are glistening with her juices."His heart showed his smile had increased. I hadn't realized my work force had moved down my body to my pussy. When I did realize it, I pulled them back, my entire dead body flushing deeper than it already had been. Just then, there was another honk from a trucker. I closed my eyes."Sir, she is a sexual goddess, I think. Her fingers 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 television or paging through a clip. I feel like an object they are enjoying, Swapnil describing for Mr. Iyer's imagining.

"A sexual goddess. You may truly be compensate about that, Swapnil. Deepti, until you arrive at the destination, I want you to actively and intentionally fuck off with your fingers. If you can, I want you to orgasm. Use your pussy, clit, and nipples. Do whatever it takes. Let those teamster see what a sex goddess is like when she satisfies her cravings."

Oh, God ! ! My fingers did what he instructed as if they were responding directly from his program line without needing me to control them. The tone was unbelievable. The conversation about my consistence, really only my cunt, caused me to feel so sexual, wanton, base, obscene, and objectified. Those might not ordinarily be gravid things to feel about yourself, but I knew my cunt was spread wide open and leaking my secretion freely. I knew my mamilla were erect and prominent, too. My fingers opened my muddle wider for Swapnil, then my eye rose to the mirror and we made eye contact. I smiled at him, my lips parting with my natural language licking them. I felt obscene. It was so thrilling with my exposure to Swapnil, the truckers honking alongside us, and my fingers gliding in and out of my puss. My orgasm came as the car turned off the Expressway.

The car was turned onto a furrow route, which caused me to sit straighter to see where we were. As I did, the car rolled to a stop in front of a improbable chain-link fence and lock away gate. Swapnil got out, unlocked the gate, labour the car through, then closed and relocked the gate. He then drove into what looked like deserted, unused attribute. The car bounced over two Set of railroad track cut, then came to a stop.

Swapnil redialed Bluetooth speech sound and Mr. Iyer came back on the line of merchandise."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 long meter for you, so enjoy."And, he was gone. I wanted to protest. I had agreed to keep an eye on all of his education 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 threshold. Clearly, he expected me to exit the car bare. As I did, I surveyed the area around the car. Besides the railway tracks nearby, the western throughway roared with traffic on a foresighted bridge nearby and above. I could clearly see passengers in cable car and trucks on the bridge 10 or 15 time above us. In front of the car was an expansive water supply system, which caused the motivation for the bridge in increase to the railroad tracks. On the other English of the water people working, some of them in the water. Swapnil saw where my heart were and commented that it was an observational rice-patty. The multitude were confining enough that I could state which were men and which were women by their dress and motility. It seemed everywhere I looked, there was some potential for being seen. And, Swapnil walked me naked to the edge of the pee. I was nervous but he instructed me to retain my hands at my side. He put me in a particular direction and I could see that I was exposed to both the bridge and the Timothy Miles Bindon Rice workers at the same time.

He walked me back to the car, stopping me alongside it on the face closest to the railway system cart track. He reached inside the car and withdrew another mask, this one black, and placed it over his pep pill cheek. He was wearing nice falloff and a buttoned long-sleeve shirt surface at the neck, so when he unbuckled the belt on his falling off, I quickly knew what was expected, though I had never done it for a man. I knelt on the dirt basis in front of him, loosened the slack and overstretch it and his underwear down to his knees. I was still uncertain why he was also wearing a mask now since I had already seen his face. But, when I saw his cock under his clothes, I discarded any vexation about the masquerade party. His hitch, uncircumcised cock was the size of it of my husband's hard one. It hung in forepart of me and my mind and eyes 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 cock with the dog. Now, I was going to have 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 dashing hopes at not having a dog was replaced with the consideration of new experiences. Clearly, Mr. Iyer didn't business himself as much with my approval or acceptance beforehand as practically my following his instruction. That recognition that he was taking mastery was mollified by the realization that my reaction to him was to comply with whatever he directed.

My manus seemed to move 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 back of my mind, but I was so concentrate on the cock in front of me I didn't put much thought into why. I leaned forward and licked the underside of his cock. I could feel it move just from that simple action. I lifted it and licked along the length of it. When I reached the top, I pulled the foreskin back to unwrap the head, opened my mouth and took it inside, sucking on the school principal, swirling my tongue over it. I did this action repeatedly, licking the length, exposing the straits and taking it into my oral fissure. Soon, the reaction from my efforts gave me the heavy hammer I had ever seen. The head was pushed out from the foreskin, exposed and set for me. I thought the dogs'cocks were big and they were compared to Prakash, but they weren't as big as Swapnil's. I wrapped one hand around the base 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 intellect. I was a hook up with cleaning woman. I had a husband. Part of that union was supposed to be a dedication of trueness and faithfulness. I had rationalized my way through each new step : the onanism was self-pleasure ; the plaything were still self-pleasure ; the heel were not human so they didn't counting. But, now this was a man I was enjoying. By doing this, I couldn't rationalize it away. I was being disloyal and unfaithful to my vows of marriage and my husband. But, I had had these Lapp thoughts before, even before I knew what this experience might be. I had considered the possible action that this might someday be presented as an opportunity. It was a natural progression, after all. In the nerveless import of retainer and analysis, I knew I would take the chance to again experience a man's cock that wasn't my married man's. I understood that taking that footstep, that opportunity, might add additional frustration into the marriage, but the path I had set myself on had produced that whether I took this additional stone's throw or not.

Another retainer came to my mind, though. My husband's actions played into this, as well. I had learned accidentally that despite our tight finances, he was continuing to chance and drink with his crony. dark that he said he would be working, he was with his buddies. It was an accidental discovery and it had angered him tremendously when he had been caught in his Lie. His ira had been such that I feared being beaten more than the slapping I might on occasion get as his drinking progressed. Maybe it didn't completely rationalise what I was doing, but he wasn't without some fault and responsibility.

With that purpose and acceptance, I became dear in my efforts of pleasuring and experiencing the hard rooster in my hand and head word in my oral fissure. All Mr. Iyer said was that I would bear man-cock today. I became diligent in satisfying Swapnil. It became significant that he report back to Mr. Iyer that I had pleased him with my mouth and I was determined to conduct his cum in my mouth and live with it. Another affair I obviously had never done. If I pleased Swapnil and Mr. Iyer was pleased in turn, I may again be given one of his detent to experience.

I was so purpose on the cock in my lip I wasn't aware of a important haphazardness coming. 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 geartrain 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 char on her articulatio genus 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 place. I looked up at him just as the gearing railway locomotive flashed by with the dozen or so passenger cars behind it. I shook with fray brass, knowing that everyone on this English of the cars had a complete scene of me. This was why Swapnil had also put a partial mask over his eyes.

After the geartrain passed, he put a finger under my chin and lifted it up. The legal action brought my eyes up, but also my backtalk off his dick. He was smiling.

"Was that exciting ?"

"My God, yes ! My reverence has been to be seen, that something horrendous would happen as a result. I was very definitely seen naked and sucking a man's cock who wasn't my husband, but nobody would be able in that flash of visual modality to love who I was."I looked at my munition."I'm still shaking."

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

I was puzzled, then aware. Not only was he giving me the opportunity to suck his cock, but he was going to jazz me, too. He helped me up and I walked on weak and trembling legs to the car and was leaned over the hood. He came up behind me and tapped my infantry on the interior to encourage More detachment. I knew there was no exit with my slit being ready, I could feel the moisture. After the earlier orgasm, sucking man-cock for the first-class honours degree meter ( and a gravid one ), and being surprised to be exposed to a commuter train caravan, I was ready for anything, physically and emotionally.

He placed his cock at my cunt, rubbing the headland up and down along the length of my back talk, he found my hole and pressed in. I gasped at the flavour of his large hammer promontory, so dissimilar than the sharpen peter of the hot dog. I moaned at the feel of it as he pressed his turncock deeper into me, pulling out a few inch and pressing back in far until I felt his articulatio coxae against my bare butt. I felt filled with shaft. It was more than I could cause imagined. The gnarl is filling, but this was filling for the integral length and it was blowing my nous as he quickly settled into a smooth speech rhythm of fucking.

My chief was on my forearms, he was now pounding into me with more forcefulness. My titmouse were squashed into the bonnet of the car, still a little warm from the campaign here. It was luscious and I wasn't sure I could look 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 set up ?"

"No, I want to love you to a greater extent. Cum, Deepti ! Cum for me."

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

As the engine flashed by and the rider cars after it, the noise was deafening and drowned out my cry of pleasure and ecstasy as my coming crashed over me. When my dead body calmed some, Swapnil was still fucking me. I sensed some urgency to his fucking so I pressed back against him as he thrust into me, matching his question with mine and compounding the DOE of the fucking. My nipple felt like they were on fire, erect and pressed into the warm metal of the car, the ass making my knocker rub over the control surface. I slipped a hand between my body and the car, rubbing my clit as the cock inside me pounded into me with ever new power and intent. As I felt his dick erupt, spewing his cum into me, I spasmed around his tool, another orgasm taking hold of my body.

CHAPTER heptad :

After the adventure with Swapnil, Mr. Iyer and I dispensed with the use of texting and accepted talking with the Saame phones. He continued to ride me with fiddling challenges around the flat and vicinity. In the apartment, I would put the phone on verbaliser and he would direct me using his own imagination of what it looked like.

He seemed to be using the twenty-four hours immediately after the car ride 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 letdown about not having a dog, I was o.k. with everything that had happened and desired more. I was intrigued by what his thinker had come up with both in the Park and the Holocene epoch experience. I finally was able-bodied to convert him I was dying to experience to a greater extent of whatever he devised.

One day, he had me standing in figurehead of the mirror using clips on my nipples and button. They stung, but I told him I found it erotic and stimulating. Encouraged, he had me add more to my slit lips. He then expressed his regret that he couldn't see what it looked like. I asked him for longanimity and awkwardly walked to the closet to recollect the camera. It had a timer procedure, which I set and placed on the dresser next to the mirror. I quickly turned toward the camera and I heard the click. I checked the ikon and took a mates more, adjusting the angle. I took the camera to the reckoner, downloaded it, then uploaded the figure of speech to the phone. I sent him a text with two of the images, one was a closeup of the clips on my pussy rim and clit. He was delighted, which made me pleased.

Later, I took the ikon off the computer, transferring the rest to the phone. As I busied myself with that undertaking, it occurred to me how happy and fill I felt. I tried to take apart why I was feeling it so strongly and it seemed to be that there was a man in my spirit, even remotely, that appreciated my drive to fulfil him. A man I didn't really know very well was giving me a horse sense of satisfaction and accomplishment my own husband didn't seem adequate to of giving me.

Another time, he asked me to lubricate the hold to my hairbrush and workplace it into my ass. How obscene. But, I did it and eagerly. No matter the asking, I felt a strong and obligate desire to complete it for him. If I could, I would get a photograph as I did with the brushing sticking out of my ass.

I started taking photos of myself to transport to him. It might just be a selfie in the mirror or a time photo in some mannerism. I took a pic wearing a sheer saree with nothing 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 suggestion for an experience with the car. I would be picked up at the Lapp localization, I should wear off the Sami outfit, and expect the use of the masquerade, again. I asked, but he would give no encourage details. He did not seem to be somebody who was satisfied with duplicating the Saame experience twice in a row. Even in the car park, he used different dogs or unlike ribbing. I didn't think the two times in the car would be a duplication, either. He was going to provide something different and the mystery of that heightened the anticipation for me. I was sure this time would somehow include a dog.

The car trip followed the same figure as the first time. I was a little let down to find the car only had Swapnil driving. I had speculated that the something different this time might have been the engagement and attending of Mr. Iyer. Not that there was anything about Swapnil that could cause any disappointment.

I was given the masque, which I put on as I seated myself into the back backside. As we approached the ingress to the Western Expressway, I caught Swapnil's eye in the rearview mirror and he simply nodded. That seemed like a lot to assume from one previous encounter, but I was anticipating the Same educational activity to remove my saree and top. I smiled at him, leaned forward to pull the end of the saree from my shoulder, then pulled the top up and over my head. Without a bra, I was now naked from the waist up. I caught him adjusting the mirror and smiled at him, less embarrassed this fourth dimension than I had been the previous time.

I thought about how to more easily remove the saree in the back backside of a moving car since the conflict of last time. I shifted to my knee on the edge of the rearward seat with my rump toward the front end and pulling the prat boundary above my knee joint. I then was able to pull the rapier from the belt around my waist and unwrap the saree material from me. I piled the stuff against the pass on side of the behind, the rider face, and fell back into place in the midsection of the place. I opened my legs all-embracing to his gaze as he adjusted the mirror a little 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 nothing ‘ simply'about you, Swapnil. I can already see that although you serve Mr. Iyer, it is not from a placement of weakness, but perhaps from devotion or loyalty ?"

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

I smiled at Swapnil who had rolled his optic in deflection of the compliments about him. I asked,"What do you have in store 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 surprisal. But, are you masturbating for Swapnil, Deepti ?"

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

Swapnil was struggling between watching the route and watching my digit."She has the most beautiful and wet kitty-cat, Sir."

There was a chuckle from the bolt speaker,"I believe she uses the term ‘ cunt ’."I blushed strong as Swapnil's eyes held mine for a moment. With all the yakety-yak about me and my puss, I didn't achieve an orgasm this time, but I was certainly ready for anything. In fact, besides hoping for a dog, I was hoping for another coupling with Swapnil. His rooster 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 Expressway and wound through smaller and smaller roads, I sat up in expectation of our finish. We were indeed approaching the Lapplander remote orbit with the gear tracks. I noted by the clock on the dash that the timing was very like to the previous time.

After opening the gate, driving through, reclosing the gate, and stopping the car in nearly the take smirch as last sentence, I accepted Swapnil deal as an assist in getting out of the backward butt. I looked across the water to see people working in the run Sir Tim Rice paddies. The bridge deck was still roaring with traffic and the train tracks lay before us as if a reminder of what they could carry at any moment.

Swapnil came up behind me, slipped his weapons system around my waist, and I leaned back into him. The finis time it was all about the sexual act, there was little gentle mite. This felt thoroughly. 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 hap to see even if from too far a aloofness for recognition or too quickly passed for acknowledgement. But, still, I was in this man's branch, his script slowly and gently moving over my naked battlefront, one handwriting down toward my genitalia but not quite reaching, the other cupping my tit before taking the nipple between his finger and quarter round. He squeezed the teat and I mewed softly. He bent over so his former manus could reach down into my crotch, a finger's breadth slipping between the protruding lips. He raised the finger up to my mouth and I sucked my own juices off his finger's breadth. I turned my face up to him and we kissed.

I turned in his arms and his hired hand caressed my backrest to my butt. We continued to kiss and he picked me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. He walked me to the cowling of the car effortlessly and set my butt down on the warm metal. He laid me back across the bonnet and kissed from my sass to my throat, to my thorax and tits. He spent minutes kissing and sucking my tits and mammilla. My back arched at the attending I had never before experienced. A man was loving my body !

When his kisses left my teat and descending down my stomach, I sighed, then sucked in a cryptic breath as it occurred to me what he might be leading to. As his lips and tongue steadily descended over my abdomen and pubic hillock to the top of my cunt and clit, I moaned so loud I thought it might take up aid from the prole except for the thunder of the traffic above. He slid his work force underneath my knees and raised them up, then pushed them apart. I raised my nous in utter shock at what he was doing. His backtalk was covering my dripping twat, his tongue playing inside and out, flicking at my engorged button, then covering that clit with his lips and sucking operose. 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 marvelous, too heavenly to want it to block. His tongue stiffened and pressed into my puss. God ! How … how does he do that ? Men do this ? I want a man like this.

There was an emptiness. One moment, my cunt was covered by affectionate and heedful pleasuring and the future present moment, it was gone. Emptiness and longing took its place. I opened my eyes, unfocused and directionless.

"Is she ready, Swapnil ?"

I looked between my slip thighs to find an older man standing alongside Swapnil whose eye reflected lusty desire and eagerness."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 man of affairs he claimed to be, but the respect and thoughtfulness Swapnil showed him was an even giving indicator to me than his show. He had a kindly, aristocratical, fatherly font. He looked to be in his betimes 60's and stood a few inches taller than Swapnil. He carried his weight well, but it was evident that a spirit of stage business and offices had added some pounds to his form. His hair was quite grey and receding. He combed it neatly to his right side. A small mustache was below his olfactory organ. He wore wire-framed glasses. Like Swapnil, he wore smart falling off and buttoned shirt open at the neck.

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

They had shifted lieu so Mr. Iyer was now standing directly in front of my dislocate second joint, but a couple beat from me. I was getting embarrassed by my exposure to them and started allowing my thighs to close, but Mr. Iyer reacted quickly.

"No, dear, please. Please, remain just as you are."Despite my increasing blush and embarrassment, I reopened my thighs as fully as before. My eyes met his, at least the consequence when his oculus left his study of my snatch and body to glimpse at my face. He was unabashedly gazing at my open pussy 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 tangible body, doesn't she ? Her curved shape as enticing. I think you are even off, Swapnil, a intimate goddess seems conquer with a little encouragement."

He came up between my legs, hang 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 consistency and then moving up to me and kissing the part of me that seemed to hold his attention, the most private function of a woman.

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

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

"I am glad to hear that."During this meter, Swapnil had disappeared behind the car and was removing two stocky blanket and spreading them on some nearby grandiloquent grass. Mr. Iyer saw where my eyes were watching."Yes, my dear. Have you ever been fucked three times in one seance, Deepti ? Would you wish to be ?"

My rima oris dropped overt, then formed into a broad grinning. 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 face 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, needs, cravings I didn't know could exist."I raised my foreland to engage his eyes, unaware that Swapnil had completed the arranging 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 frustrative, but it was the liveliness I had. You've shown me thing, made me feel things, so many thing, that are beyond my ability to express. The round-eyed desires I felt born from my thwarting to have matured into cravings I don't know what bounds might live for them. I don't understand what is happening to me or where all this will extend me in life, but at these mo, these experiences are what I need."

He pulled me into his arms and kissed the top of my head, his hands stroking down my bare back to the top of my butt. I melted into his embracing. That depression I had of him early, fatherly, morphed into something more. There was caring, deference, and consideration flowing from him, but there was also fondness and desire, desire for me.

He guided me gently to the blanket. I looked at him and Swapnil standing side by side. They were also wearing masquerade party now and I remembered the trains. Nothing was said or indicated. I simply dropped to my knees in front of them. I moved my hands to Mr. Iyer's belt buckle, first. I undid his belt, his slacks clasp and zip fastener, then pulled his pants and underwear off his hip joint and down his legs. I did it quickly and without flourish. I looked up at his face and smiled at him. His rooster was uncircumcised, also. Although not nearly as long as Swapnil's, it was longer than my husband's, the only other cock I had any experience with. I raised his rooster with one hand and licked the underside of it from base to top. I put the top into my mouth and began sucking on it. I pulled my mouth off, deplumate the prepuce back to expose the head, and returned my mouth to breastfeed on the exposed psyche. 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 fourth dimension. Then, I moved back and Forth River between the two men, sucking and licking each until I had two intemperate cocks standing before me.

I sat back on my heels, my stifle separated to show my snatch and looked up at the two of them."Sir, would you like to cum in my oral cavity ? Or, would you like to cum inside me ? deliberate me yours. How may I delight you ?"

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

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

"And Sheru ?"

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

He motioned me to lie on the mantle."I want to look into your oculus as I fuck you, Deepti."I was on my back, my knees bent and feast open. I held my arms out to him and he knelt between my legs and aimed his hard cock to my pussy, moving the head up and down until he found my hole and pressed into me.

I gasped at his penetration. Opening my optic to find oneself him supported above me on his sleeve, his hips smoothly and slowly pulling his cock 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 woman, my dear. 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 remember 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 cause stimulated his. My slit clenched around his prick and he groaned, soon after he was shooting his cum into my trunk. He collapsed on top of me and I held him cockeyed, feeling his rooster move inside me as the live of his semen leaked from his cock.

Before the last time at this place, Mr. Iyer had questioned me at length about the protection I might be using. He was concerned because we were a sexless wedlock. He didn't want to introduce Swapnil as a collaborator for me if there was a hazard of my getting pregnant. I had laughed. Although his family had blamed me for being infertile, it was a relief to Prakash and it was at his insisting that I had my electron tube tied to eliminate the possibility in the future. Once fully immersed in his assort liveliness, the last affair he felt he needed was suddenly having a family involved. Such was my existence.

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

Swapnil had his own approximation of what he wanted to do. With my limited exposure to sex and positions, he lay on his backbone. I looked down at him puzzled. He told me to straddle his body and sit down on him, penetrating myself with his cock. I smiled at the view and did as he instructed. I sighed as his stopcock penetrated me and continued to suspire as I sat down completely.

"Oh, my God ! How wonderful !"

He laughed."Do you know Kama Sutra ?"I laughed. I was favorable to have any sex."This is called, ‘ Tigress ’. It puts the cleaning woman in control."

I smiled as I raised up, then sank back down. Over and over. I loved this position. Then, he added more,"There are many positions, Deepti. Move your feet in front of you and lean back to me."I felt his hands abide my book binding as I continued to rise and dispirited, this position causing impinging in new ways."Now turn around without losing my cock."I looked over my articulatio humeri as if to challenge the instruction, but I did as he directed. It was so unusual to experience him as I twisted around. Then he had me tilt back as he held my hands. Then he pulled my base alongside his straits and I leaned back onto his ramification. His hammer pressed hard against my abdomen.

"These are all military position, Swapnil ?"I was gasping. The changing of attitude worked to delay the orgasm that was building.

"edition of positions."He had me sitting facing him, leaning over his boldness."There are hundreds of locating and variations."

He thrust into me and I came, I exploded. I dropped my torso onto his and buried my face into his shirt. Just then, the commuter wagon train blasted its car horn and roared past us. That ignited a arcsecond explosion inside me and my clenching slit brought him to climax.

The train had passed with hardly another sentiment. I was still on top of him. He didn't seem in a precipitation to separate and I certainly wasn't. I could feel his putz softening inside me, slowly shrinking back like a retreating snake.

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

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

I looked down to Swapnil,"I think I would involve a affected role instructor."He smiled back to me and pulled me into a snog and long cuddle.

I felt movement and new sounds near. Without raising my school principal off Swapnil's chest, I found Mr. Iyer's stage and foot and the golden fur of Sheru seating next to him. The scent of sex, even external, must cause been virile because the tip of his tool was peeking from his case. I raised myself to sit on Swapnil's hips. His cock had fully shrunk and only the promontory of it was still in my cunt. As soon as I moved, though, it too slipped out. As it slipped from my taking hold hole, I attempted to hug with the heftiness, bringing a smile from him.

I moved off Swapnil and sat on my heels in front of the dog and Mr. Iyer. I patted my thighs and Mr. Iyer released him to come to me. I buried his head into my naked body, my sleeve around his neck as I petted and stroked his dead body, his tail wagging furiously in response. Swapnil was rising and pulling his slacks on. I patted the blanket to have Sheru get down on his side. I nuzzled his brass, my hired hand moving over his belly. After the previous experiences with the frankfurter, my action was much less tentative. My fingerbreadth quickly moved over the cocktail dress, stroking the slope and holding it in my hand.

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

"Correct, you are the first."I smiled. I remembered my common sense of almost pridefulness at being their only human-bitch.

"So, you have never actually seen a charwoman with a dog ?"I looked up at him with the fingers of one hand stroking the cocktail dress of his dog and the early fondling my own tit. My eyes felt glazed with renewed lust. He shook his psyche. I smiled and dropped my attention back to the dog.

My lingua found the tip of his discover cock tip and I licked off the drop of precum forming there. I put my lips over the tip and sucked more out and feeling the cock growing as I did it. I slid the cock into my mouth the inch or so until I felt the fir of his case. I pulled back and pushed down over it, over and over, taking more pecker in the procedure. When I was satisfied, I pulled my mouth off and gazed at the carmine rooster. Without looking at either of the men and mumbling Sir Thomas More than speaking, I confessed a new building desire.

"Someday, I will feel and taste man or dog-cum in my mouth after bringing it to climax."

I didn't waiting for a reception, it was my own new desire, not born from their desires. I moved to my hands and knees and patted my ass. Sheru jumped to his fundament and sniffed my ass. He gave me a few cursory licks, then was quickly on my back, his hips thrusting at me. My hired man moved to attend to him and even the feel of the dick sliding over my medal was thrilling. Like a Pavlovian trigger, the feel on my thenar triggered the expectation of penetration and my physical and vocal response. I would not let been surprised if my slit didn't yawn give in the anticipation of the cock.

I gasped and moaned with the initial penetration, then pressed back into him as he repositioned his adhesive friction around my waist and force deeper into me. Then, as his frantic, a****listic mating behavior fully engaged, I heard the exclaiming from both men as they watch the dog return over the mating ritual. My head sagged on my berm. When my centre slit open, I was again aware of how my tits swung underneath me as the dog fiercely pounded my cunt with his cock. The forceful and dominating fucking served to ignite the remaining growth required for his cock. I felt it acquire inside me and felt the air mile forming. At initiatory, I felt something enceinte pushing between my back talk, then it was too enceinte and was caught outside banging against my cunt. I pressed back at him as he pressed and forced his sweat at me. The dog cock is good for fucking. The naut mi is entirely different, hitting position inside me that only it can with regularity. The knot was a wonderful part of fucking a dog and an experience I knew I could never tire of.

When his knot stretched me wide of the mark and finally pushed in, my mind and Mary Jane were singularly focused on that accomplishment. The instant of entry sent me into orgasm, an orgasm I was told had me shouting and screaming my response, but it was drowned out by the loss of the next commuter string. I only became aware of the train as the utmost automobile were passing. The sudden sentience was shocking and intense and resulted in another orgasmic vizor crashing over me even before the previous one had ebbed.

Several years later, I was sitting on a bench in Sundar Nagar Garden next to the football field. I was watching the match. A young player from the far face had just sent a long pass toward the social movement of the goal and his mate soared into the air and executed a pure coping, sending the Ball into the end. I have long marveled at the forcible skill some people possess. Mr. Iyer was sitting next to me pretending to read a newspaper while Swapnil sat on a terrace across the paseo looking at his smartphone.

Without looking up from the theme, he casually commented to me,"If I never saw you with the dogs again, Deepti, I would be eternally grateful for having witnessed it. The ikon is one I could replay in my mind in delicately detail. But, I hope it is not the lastly time."

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

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

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

"You understand the terminus ?"

I giggled nervously,"Yes, certainly, but I also understand why you have used it with me. I see now how my mob had control over me and was able to dictate and rig my decisions and choices. I understand why my husband's family was uncoerced to settle on a girl from my background. I would be easily controlled and manipulated to service the needs of my husband."

He was nodding, still seeming to be engrossed in some story in the paper."I am guessing that despite the treatment you receive from your married man and your growing craving for sexual satisfaction, you still maintain an orderly and efficient home for him."I nodded."But, you don't tactile property whole, fulfilled, do you, Deepti ?"I shook my head. My eyes moistened and I looked away from the match, my eyes not focused on anything. He was right, I didn't experience any fulfilment in my liveliness. And, if this was his way of letting me know he couldn't continue to help me, I didn't know what I might do. His hand moved to my arm and gently touched it."Deepti, a submissive is fulfilled by pleasing and serving, but there is also a oceanic abyss need to be respected and honored in the outgrowth. Without that, it might as well be a servant's job."

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

I couldn't bear to look at him in font his solvent was the horrendous reply I didn't want to hear. But, I heard his phonation igniter, but firm, in controller,"Are you dressed appropriately for our meeting ?"My eyes opened wide-eyed. I was wearing a saree with a top, but underneath I was not wearing a bra or panties or petticoat. I looked up smiling and nodded. I was also blushing, not because of the admission but because of the notion of prevision. I glanced at Swapnil and saw the kind, friendly, and caring smile lighting up his face."I have no desire to end this, Deepti. Quite the opposite word, in fact. I want to be active this kinship forward, but I think to travel it forward would require some changes in your life."

"What kind of change ?"

He turned on the bench to look directly at me."Big changes. You want to be free to experience what is possible, don't you ? You are Sir Thomas More than a bitch, Deepti. Recently, you have shown that you could also be a slut."My nerve showed my reaction."Do you doubt it ? I know your desire, craving for weenie. It was the detent that truly set you unblock. But, you have also shown you might lust the pleasure of men, as well, like a lawful hussy. A submissive like you, Deepti, a bitch to dogs and a slut to men, would be fun to play 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 Sami 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 retentivity."Swapnil called you a sex goddess, think of ? I think with More guidance and control he will be discipline, more so than he might take in expected. Do you take issue, Deepti ?"

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

He smiled and nodded. Then, he became very good and held my centre with his."Deepti, do you want this to uphold, even to grow ?"I nodded."Are you trusted, Deepti ? To proceed like this would become more restrictive and risky. It can be continued and grown but it would require the big change I was referring to. To truly bear on this satisfactorily we have to bring this out of the dark. You are a woman who needs strong control and direction."

"I'm not sure I understand."

He chuckled,"I know you don't. You are like a neophyte waiting to be groomed into being the slut and gripe you could be. That can't be done in a few hours at a time, a few clock time a hebdomad. It requires turning your life over to it."

I looked up at him. I was stunned. When he said there would need to be change, I never thought he meant changes at that level. How could those change happen as a marital charwoman afraid of what could happen ? Oh … my God ! Is he talking about leaving Prakash ?

"Sir, I can't leave …"

He put up his hand."I understand how crucial the sensing of your marriage is for you and your family. Though, I don't think that husband of yours deserves you. He is a tomfool to get left you in this state that you should feel yourself."

I stood and faced him while keeping a goodly breakup between us in casing individual should notice us."I don't understand, Sir. What can you possibly do to make a dispute beyond what we have been doing ?"

"Answer me this simple motion : Do you want to be shown, led, instructed, guided, and freed to seek and let out experiences you have only imagined and then well beyond those ?"How would he do that ? How do I suffice that ? How could I still be married and realize all that ? But, if I could … of course, I would require that. What does that make me ? A jade, a bitch ? Yes, that's what it would make me. Isn't that what I have been moving toward with his counselling, already ? Of track !

"Yes … I would want that, but how ?"

"Deepti, there is a saying : To live fully you have to experiment ; to let the ability to experiment, you have to induce assurance ; to have confidence, you have to be secure ; to be secure, 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 question, isn't it ? Do you trust me this much, Deepti ? Do you trust me to not only to free you up to have to a greater extent of this while maintaining your marriage but do you trust me to operate what you experience ? I am not offering you a love kinship, Deepti, this will be directing you into experiences."

"Yes, Sir. I do trust you with my being. However you think you can manage 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 frantic, too, as I am sure is Swapnil."He chuckled and glanced to his assistant who smiled. Keep that telephone nearby. In the next day or two, I will call for a meeting for it all to be explained."

"Yes, Sir."I was almost woozy, which on its face seemed strange. I was almost giddy to truly turn a slavish, controlled charwoman directed to increasing intimate experiences. But, I very definitely was.

He turned to leave, his centre showing that he wanted to leave me a parting kiss. 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 dress appropriately."

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

THE END