PROLOGUE

This is the story of a mature cleaning lady, Deepti Sinha. She lives in the greater metropolitan realm of Mumbai, Bharat. She comes from a Conservative Indian family and married to a cark man of affairs through an coiffe marriage, still a park impost in India and other countries in the realm. She is a good woman, a beneficial wife, and has made it her goal to create an environment of peace and comfort for her husband. It has been a task that she was predisposed to perform even if the feat 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 theatrical role is to please and serve her husband in much the same way she did when she lived with her parents and kin before her arranged marriage. Her natural impulse to please was of primary importance to the man's house in order 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 recognition to the family.

Deepti was a Virgo the Virgin at marriage and silent little of the sexual man or its potential. As it turned out, her married man, Prakash, had as picayune interest in intimate sex act as she had cognition of it. Unfortunately for Deepti, though, the consummation of their marriage and the early twelvemonth to take after opened something within her that remained frustratingly unfulfilled by an inattentive husband interested more in his clientele efforts and vices, gambling and crapulence, than the significant spell of his wife. And, despite her subtle hints and dalliance, he remained consumed by early things. Being subservient, however, she found it unmanageable, if not unsufferable, to express her interest in exploring sex with him.

After 15 days of a c***dless and sexually frustrating spousal relationship, she began to contemplate, fantasize, and imagine what might have been or might be if … The if was something she was not well-to-do with. This story is the geographic expedition she innocently began and found hard to control.

Hidden bass inside Deepti was a desire and need to satisfy and be satisfied in simple manner initially, but in not so simple ways, eventually. But finding the way to satisfy and be satisfied look unimaginable to her. Impossible until her universe was opened up before her in a very unexpected way.

CHAPTER TWO

For two 24-hour interval, I lived a day-by-day spirit of self-recrimination and loathing. For once, I was thankful that Prakash ignored me so I wouldn't have to act everything was okay. When you don't interact except for the stripped of communication exchanges, the face you put on is of little significance.

A dog. I let a dog work my body. I was sorry than a whore, a hike, a kasabi. How could I have done that ? What was awry with me ?

For two days, I didn't think about anything but my shame. For two daylight, I remained fully dressed. For two years, it didn't even occur to me that I had so recently been craving sexual exit. For two days I denied my need, my crazed desire, my insatiable craving for the sexual discharge missing from my life for all those years. For two days ….

Then, it started slowly, almost imperceptibly in my head. The memory board crept into my consciousness that I hadn't LET the dog lick me. The dog licked me, but it hadn't been my determination 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 sexual climax. My mind was confused, befuddled, foggy in the orgasmic state of release. It really wasn't my defect. I wasn't to blame. I didn't do anything …

Then, after yet another day, I recognized my continued need, craving for sexual acquittance. That hadn't changed, it still existed. That wasn't my geological fault or my doing, either. That was Prakash's fault for ignoring me, for thinking and lovingness for his occupation worry more than his wife's concerns. The craving was still real number, still demanding, and they needed to be satisfied. That hadn't changed. I needed a release. I needed stimulus for release.

When, on another day, the motive and cravings were as strong as ever, I again succumbed. After seeing Prakash off to work, I returned to the bedroom and disinvest completely. I stood in strawman of the mirror for only a moment, nodded to my reflection, and walked deliberately to the living room windowpane where I stood for five minutes. I set the timer because I was shaking terribly and knew I would end it too soon. When the timer on my headphone buzzed, I ran into the sleeping accommodation, retrieved my dildo and turned it on to a centrist vibration. I stroked the head over my clit and instantly shuddered in response. It seemed like so long since I had stimulated myself. I needed release so desperately. I jammed the dildo into my cunt, which was wet and winking for something to be put into it.

It was straightaway. It was very nimble. After crushing the dildo into my cakehole, I turned the nob up to the maximum. I used both men, one to throw the hard safe vibrating phallus in and out while the other alternated between my pig out clitoris and each of my pinchable pap. 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 twat, only waiting for some persuasiveness and awareness to return to me. Then, my hands resumed. This clock time I left the dildo to vibrate as my finger tortured my throb clitoris and I twisted and pinched my nipples. I cried out in infliction and erotic thrill as my body rose to an even cracking orgasm. I scream my sack as my legs and weapons system shivered.

When I partially recovered, I removed the still vibrating toy from my pussy and I listened carefully to any sounds in the apartments above or below. I wasn't sure if anyone might be able to get word the shriek or not, but a story was promiscuous to concoct. A simple surrender while rearranging the ledge in the sleeping accommodation closet.

As I stood in the sleeping accommodation, I saw my reflection in the mirror. I walked directly in movement of it and gazed at my reflection, again. Critically, this time, like a week ago. I separated my thighs and looked. Not only could I see the sass of my slit between my stage, but they and the insides of my thighs were wet with my cum and juices. I have heard of cleaning lady who squirt, but I don't think I am not one of them. But, I do leak my juices generously and that is visible now. My nipples are more pronounced than before, the input having extended them even more. I use my digit and squeeze them, pinch them, and twist them. It hurts, but I watch my facial chemical reaction as I do it, then I check out the nipples. They throb from the abuse and they stand out even further.

I look at my torso, my body's response, and my creative thinker is again on track for the exploration I had set for myself those 24-hour interval before. I look at my body closely as if to see the truth in the skin, tits, nipples, and slit. I look up into my own eyes 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 Thomas More of what I started. And, in that moment of inspection, of self-examination, I know I am going to go back to the Park. The dog's tongue felt heavenly. It felt terrific. I am going back to the Park and I will masturbate outside, again. But … if that dog returns …

Despite my determination, I am still working up the nerve to speculation back to the Park. I think I have erased the shame of the dog licking me. That recrimination was reflective of my category, Prakash, and what they would have heaped onto me should such an experience be witnessed and reported. I feel the inflammation of the risk, again. The quiver of exposure and the peril it represents renews me and goads me. My school term of masturbation in the apartment become more shop and vivid. I have used a lot of images and illusion but none have produced such acute excitement, stimulation, and raw handout as now. Now, all my mind can see while the dildo or my digit work at my slit is the dog beating at my wet and gaping cunt. These paradigm, though, don't stop so quickly as it occurred in reality before. These prototype are of the dog lapping at my drooling cunt as I lay spread before him, my fingers abusing my nipples until he and I bring me to a splendiferous sexual climax that is replicated on my bed with the dildo. Any longer, those range, those thoughts, have become the craving. It seems completely reckless, 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 pip. I kept telling myself it would suffer to be a co-occurrence of epic dimension for that dog to be in the same space and same meter as me. I am trying to restrain myself from a Brobdingnagian letdown, but inwardly I am still hoping to receive that event, again. I rationalize that it might train several visits.

And, I am correct. I return to the Park and my location. I scan around the area and I am virtually alone. I still hear sounds of people and k**s in the distance, but I am alone in my conceal spot. I push my jeans and panties down to my ankle joint to provide even better exposure of my wooden leg and I settle down in the wild pasture. I start urgently with my fingers, but then take a cryptic breathing place to calm myself. There is no need for rushing through this. The lack of the dog is only one element of the experience. I can still be in nature. Where I lie, I look up to the sky. The distant sounds of people, the sounds of doll and the urban center much further in the distance is both calming and titillating. The sounds of nature are refreshing and calming ; the sounds of city life and people are stimulating, reminding of what I am doing and where I am doing it.

I reach to the side for my small backpack and absent the dildo, turning it onto a low setting. I place the end of it directly on my clit, rotating it over and around the nub. A prospicient shiver runs through my consistency. I hear rustling in the skirmish or Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree somewhere. I can't help myself. I awkwardly kneel, the dildo protruding from my pussy. I slowly recruit my head to skim around. I see nothing, but I was sure I heard something and the something was big. I kneel as straight as I can, rising as far as I can without standing. I still don't see anything. Then, it happens, again. A great crash through leaves. I almost cry out, but I can't. My blue jean are around my mortise joint, I can't move, much less evasion. When I hear it the next meter, I am devise and my capitulum trace the sound. It isn't on the flat coat but up in the air, which means it must be in the tree around me. Then, a big hawk bursts out of a tree about 15 metrical unit from me. It has something trapped in its claws.

I am shaking from the build-up of adrenaline and the sudden alleviation of not being found. I collapse to the dry land in relief and, in the operation, drive the dildo, still in my cunt, deeper into me. This metre I do cry out in cushion and stimulant. The vibrating head teacher was jammed against my cervix and the entire toy is nearly jammed inside me but for the base. The esthesis is beyond anything I have experienced with the gimmick, the buzzing inside me directly on my interior opening to my womb. I shake, my implements of war hitch as my ass is firmly on the ground holding the head deep inside me. I climax toilsome and fall to my book binding, my eyes clenched tightly shut, not a sound penetrating from the outside ; the only auditory sensation is the pounding boot of my heartbeat in my ears.

It takes quite a while for my body to reclaim. Or, maybe I just allowed a long time to retrieve, enjoying the surrounding audio of nature to slowly return and envelop me as I gazed back up at the blue air sky and the audio of the metropolis again return to me. I am partially naked outdoors and I have just had a glorious orgasm that took my breath away.

As I casually walk downhill to the path, I am distracted by the feelings still fresh in my judgement, even my soundbox. It isn't until I hear a bark that I look up. There coming over another ridge behind the location I had been was a dog bounding playfully. I stopped to watch, curious if it is the same dog. I couldn't tell from that distance for sure, but it was interchangeable in breed and size. It seemed to be playing, chasing after something on the terra firma, picking it up and running back over the ridgepole. Playing ? That would think it was with soul. It hits me that the previous fourth dimension I had the thought the dog looked like a pet, not a stray. It was well cared for and had a collar. I saw nonentity that time and didn't this time, either. But, there could feature been soul just over the ridgepole, like the dog seemed to be responding to now.

Again, the succeeding few 24-hour interval were consumed by the experience in the parking lot, but also with the sighting of the dog. Maybe the dog being near when I am there isn't"a conjunction of epical symmetry"after all.

It becomes consuming, again. I not only jack off to the thought of the dog, but I stand in front of the mirror, my legs spread as I run my fingers over my pussy back talk where the dog had licked. It is a poor substitute using my digit, but I imagine them being the spit of the dog. I rub strong, pressure on my clit, slipping one and two finger inside. As my body moves tightlipped to an orgasm, I look from my fingers on my slit to my face and eye. I watch as my heart slowly down in the mouth to slits, then open wider and curl back so I see nothing as the orgasm takes detention of me.

I moved quickly to the living way window and brazenly stood almost against the shabu as if I wanted the stallion humankind to see how aroused my body looked. I was so turned on that my hands rose to take grasp of my bosom, fondling them and pinching my nipples. As my excitement began to stand up, renewed, one hand slid down my breadbasket and between my pegleg. I was lazily stroking my cunt and clit when my eyes focused on the Sanjay Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi National parkland in the distance. Somewhere in that Park, a dog might be roaming around. He may be brought to the parking area by someone, but he has some freedom of front. Whoever is with him doesn't seem to abide so faithful that either of the times I have seen the dog have I seen a mortal. Of course, the next clip might be different. It was another risk of exposure. But, trying to meet up with one of the stray dogs that run wild throughout the urban center and region would be a far self-aggrandizing risk. They are groundless and brazen and unpredictable, even dangerous. Not only would there be the Same risk of being seen with it, but many are said to contain hydrophobia and other diseases. It is rumored that some are even turning a bluish color from toxins they have come into link with.

I returned to the Park even more committed. As I began my raise up the side from the way, I saw a dog, maybe the same dog by the visual aspect, sitting at the ridgeline a little further past my hiding spot. As I climbed up to the Same localisation I had used past times, it's impossible to determine my footing and the dog. When I stopped to take care, the dog was gone. When I reach my spot and looked all around to see if anyone was nearby or watching from a length, I still didn't see the dog.

I resign myself to having to be satisfied with masturbating, but this time I decided to add to my experience of flexibility and danger by removing my horseshoe, jeans, and pantie completely. I was standing in my covered location, peeking through the branches and over them, looking down at the path below and the surrounding area around me. Seeing zippo that raised any concern, and no dog, I unsnapped my jeans and lowered the zip. I pried off my shoes and, with a final examination tone around, button both my jeans and panties over my hips and down my legs.

I had become entangled in my own clothes somehow. Something I do routinely had suddenly become complicated. My skinny jeans and panties were bound up around my articulatio talocruralis. I bent over to push severely to get them over my feet when I should give birth sat down and pulled the ends of the denim legs over my pes. Instead, I am doubled over, my ass sticking up with my paw at my ankles and feet working at the cloth bundled in an unyielding mess.

When I felt something wet slideway over my ass, my mind attempted to tack from the problem of my apparel to the look behind me. The second swipe of wetness caught me between my second joint and covered the length of my pussy. My mind reacted in surprise, fear, 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 spectre that didn't make any audio, he was licking my ass and cunt. I stumbled forward, falling and landing on the ground, rolling onto my back.

I looked down along my dead body to see the dog sitting at my tangled substructure. Again, it seemed like the same dog with the Lapp well cared for and well-trained demeanor. I could see a medallion hanging from the arrest, 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 human knee and looked around the area, again. If this was a pet, its owner might be nearby. Or, perhaps the proprietor brought the dog out here to run and chase rabbits and such and was trained well enough for it to return on its own. The rules explicitly required all heel to be on a leash, but that was only a rule and people flaunted normal all the time.

I was leaning forward to peer through some branches when the dog did it, again. His wet schnoz bumped into my spread second joint and the feel, more than the bump, caused me to fall down forward, again. This time I fell through some branches and the sound was unmistakable. That, of course, meant I had to scan around the area all over, again.

When I settled back down on my butt, I watched the dog as he watched me. My eye drifted down his trunk and he was very definitely a ‘ he ’. Underneath his belly was a tumid sheath with a crimson tip poking out. The color was only the initiatory thing that seemed different about it. My only experience with prick was Prakash and that narrow down experience and previous curiosity became discernible here. I didn't know the dog's pecker would be different, but it was.

His rooster, though, wasn't what I was interested in except for the satisfaction that the dog was a Male. Somehow, it seemed important for the dog to be male if it licked my puss. It would be later before that thought would look significant to me. Why would my cunt being licked by a female dog or human be different ?

I had my opportunity in nominal head of me, sitting quietly, patiently. And, there I was, my jeans and panties down at my mortise joint, my place off to the side. And, I was outside where I wanted to be. I leaned forward, trying not to do anything that might scare the dog, and pulled the denim from my feet, then the panties. I piled them next to my shoes and chuck my thigh as the sole way I could intend of to attract the dog. I added,"here, boy ”, and to my continued surprise and delight, the dog moved forward. If I was going to let this dog get personal with me, I wanted to get to have it off him just a little, anyway. The decoration on his collar read,"Sheru ”, a Golden Retriever. His fur was well groomed despite what he picked up chasing through the brush. The epithet Sheru means lion or tiger and given my circumstance, the gens fit with the risk I was feeling.

I poked my head 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 last chilling encounter.

With my hands on the slope of his pass,"Sheru, I want to be your peculiar supporter and I want you to do something very special for me. I am for certain, or at least 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 world am I doing ? I'm talking to you as if you are going to sympathize. I'm uneasy, Sheru. The talking is for my own nerves."

I leaned forward and his tongue came out quickly and licked my face from my chin, over my mouth, and to my nose. I giggled. Maybe he understood more than I gave him credit for. I took a deep breathing time and lay back to the ground. He was between my wooden leg and I spread them further. This was unusual for me, too. I had never had anyone, or thing, lick or kiss me there. He and I were both going to be discovering things here. I took another deep breathing spell, wanting very much to do this, but at the same clip not believing I was about to do this.

On my back with my ramification panoptic 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 spread 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 headspring and looked at the dog. His schnoz was sniffing and I knew he was picking up my scent. As his head lowered toward my crotch, I sucked in a lung-full of air. I held my breath in expectancy. My header still up, I watched with excitement and disbelief. His snout was right there. I felt the air he expelled from his olfactory organ over my puss lips. It sent a chill through my body despite the fondness of the day. I put my head back and moaned at the sensation, but when his natural language came out and licked the intact length of my puss, I groaned and moaned over and over as his tongue greedily lapped at my sex, which I was for sure was leaking fluids and providing him with more incentive for licking.

I was quickly beside myself with the sentiency and emotions crashing through me. I was outside ; I was being licked by a dog ; I was nearly nude outside ; my naked and exposed sex was spread out ; I could listen the airplane above, see the airplane ; I could hear the bird nearby, the swoon hum of traffic on the thruway near the Park ; I was outside. My body was rising to an coming ! Outside ! By a dog ! A dog was the first male of any kind to lick my cunt. And, it was wonderful.

I wanted more. I wanted it to never end. I pulled my knee joint up to my chest, pushing my stifle to the English, completely and vulgarly exposing my slit to the hungry tongue of the dog. I never felt so motiveless, so vulnerable, so exposed, so at risk … and I never wanted it to end.

But it was about to. My climax was rising to an incredible tiptop. I felt like I might explode from my pussy outward. I clawed at my tee-shirt and bra, my finger's breadth struggling to get underneath to squeeze my mamilla, to pinch them, and to distort them. The annoyance was pleasant-tasting and added to the rising sensations from the spit, that wondrous tongue. Then, it happened. My ramification started shaking and flexing like wings of a struggling grounded birdie. When my orgasm crashed over me, I thrust my hip into the air as if that natural action might somehow produce a more intense inter-group communication 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 happen my dungaree and horseshoe. I quickly got dressed, tying my horseshoe before fully pulling my jeans 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 clothes as best I could. I looked around again, then exited my spot, worried that someone might accept heard the cry and come to investigate.

Not seeing anyone coming, I took several inscrutable breaths to cool off myself as I descended to the path. Then, a pennywhistle, a loud and demanding pennywhistle, carried through the air and the dog, Sheru, went bounding gamy up the hill. Oh, no … the dog did come with mortal !

CHAPTER trine :

Again, the after-experience of what happened in the Mungo Park consumes my existence in respective ways. Not the least is the overtake sensory event that exceeded anything my imaging could anticipate. But, close behind those emotions was the chilling awareness that the dog was not there alone, that his owner had been nearby.

In short, the experience was EVERYTHING I could have hoped for at the meter ! I achieved a mind-shattering, body-shaking orgasm that wasn't self-induced. In fact, it was the salutary, near intense, stunning, and consuming orgasm of my life history. And, something I had never experienced, I was the resole attention of a male while having any frame of sex. The dog … a dog ! … was the first male to fully focus his efforts on giving me sexual pleasure. Whether, in realism, the dog was really focused on an effort of giving me an orgasm or merely enjoying the scent and leakage coming from my cunt, the resolution was the same. The dog gave to me without the precondition that I was expected to give to him in any way or configuration. My altogether experience previously had been the duteous movement of marriage for the production of a family. The idea of sex merely for its own delight, sharing, joy, and devotedness had been unknown. A dog showed me what the sex act could be.

But, there was also the chilling gist produced by hearing the whistling and seeing Sheru's immediate response. There could be niggling dubiousness that the whistling was intended for Sheru. The issue, though, was that the someone behind the whistle appeared to reserve the dog important freedom to wander on his own. The risk of others in the Park finding me during any such body process was suddenly minimized by the doubt of the person who was calling the dog.

I was a woman on attack, though. That vision and memory consumed not only every time I masturbated but became increasingly difficult to take any other row of natural process in my new twistedly erotic circumstance. I became slightly abusive of my own body. Standing before the mirror, it was as if my reflection was taunting me to action as I twisted, pinched, and pulled my tit. I did the Saame to my clit, those nubs throbbing from the belligerent attention I gave them while my eyes focused on the action, my centre seeking the eyes of the char in the mirror as if I was beseeching her to stop. But, it continued and grew in very small steps. I attached clothes pin to my mammilla as I shoved the dildo into my cunt. Who knew pain in the neck could be so enticing, erotic.

There was nothing to do, I realized, but to know more and I found the increased hazard of photo, being found, was increasing the intense desire to do something more.

Something more was the key. I could easily go back to the commons 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 River before running away from me. It sent chills 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 coincidence of timing ? And, if it was timing, then the dog might come to me and the proprietor come shortly after. The thought sent a pall through me. It also excited me. It also worried me. I was becoming so indigent of release and experience. It was seeming like a volute of need and craving, the end of which I didn't understand.

This took hold in my intellect increasingly. What could I do to experience new elements of risk without involving the dog or brazenly being naked or nearly so in Park ? I had previously gone out for walks in the locality around the apartment without underwear on. That was thrilling at the clip, but in consideration of what I had done in the green, it was very safe. I considered how I could project that type of experience to another story. I came up with wearing one of my sarees with only a top. I had several that were semi-sheer and others that were solid. As I considered the melodic theme, I wondered if a semi-sheer was too much of a risk. Of path, putting active voice thought into the idea had the predictable result 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 shop class and any mirror I might detect within shops. Wearing a saree in India is vulgar and natural. There is no more thought to it than wearing a frock in westerly countries. A Saree, though, is not anything like a dress.

The Saree is essentially wrapping a length of fabric around your consistence. Normally, the wrapping is over a form-fitting top, which is over a bra. Below, a petticoat over panties is worn. In a formula practical application, wearing both top and petticoat, you hold the saree internal end with the go away hand, making sure the bottom is at storey level, tucking the top border into the petticoat. The saree is passed around the strawman while maintaining the same height to the floor. Keeping the top edge level, tucking a trivial into the petticoat to continue the sari firmly in topographic point. Pleats are formed by folding from the right hand and tucking the edge. Tucking the pleats into the petticoat, the pleats should fall straight. Then, bringing around the saree, holding it to the right and passing it to the left, arranging the border evenly. Then d**** it over your pull up stakes articulatio humeri allowing the end piece to return casually.

It is often, if not generally, worn with a bare mid-drift. I studied it in the mirror. The way it is worn and hangs, it must be worn with a top because of how it hangs and d****s. Below, however, from the shank down, the physical structure is covered, with or without a petticoat. I was funny, though, about wind. I retrieved a trading floor fan and arranged it near the mirror. I took the saree off and removed the petticoat. How do I do the tucks without a petticoat ? Perhaps by just using a thin belt ? I put a cut bang at my hips, then put the saree back on. It takes several minutes and I was careful to pee-pee the tuck secure each time. Having rapier give way without a petticoat would be most embarrassing. Once completed, I turned the fan on at a low speed to test a pattern wind speed in the streets due to wind and trucks and gondola. As I turned, it was possible for the folds to rear up when the air caught it just right. I found, though, that for my ass to fully establish, I needed to take the sheepcote by helping hand and pull it across the book binding of my stage. It was an elaborate exertion, but it was possible to do and it involved respective jeopardy depending on the rapier, the security of the belted ammunition, the farting, and the material.

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

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

I knew where I wanted to walk. It was very live with old and young and quite officious. It would be perfect. I live in the Sunder Nagar territorial dominion which is bordered by New Link Road to the Dame Rebecca West and Swami Vivekanand route to the eastern United States and Goregaon - Mulund connexion Road to the South. Between these is a territory known for educational institutes including shoal and colleges.

Sunder Nagar is mostly Hindu ( 75 % ) and the rest is mainly Muslim. There are bakeries and other shops in the area. I intend to focus my walk along Sunder Nagar Road past many shops, a school, and several colleges with my finish being the Sunder Nagar Garden. This is a large honey oil outer space with bodily process for all ages. A playground for young c***dren and families and football game, cricket, and badminton grounds for stripling and young men ( mostly ). There is a walking cut of 600 meters.

When I exited the building, I was immediately hit with the feeling of photo. Whether or not I was mattered little. The people who looked my way as I merged onto the manner of walking I was convinced were seeing through my saree below my waist. The boost I walked, the more well-to-do I started becoming as I found the people coming toward me were not staring transfixed at my jetty. But, the masses behind me became my concern. I noticed that even I tended to discover the cover of people because your selection are restricted when surrounded by others.

I moved off the incline and stopped. I quickly turned to attend into people's faces but did not come up grounds of anyone smirking or staring at me.

I walked the entire Sunder Nagar Garden grounds and spent most of my time away from the kinfolk orbit, just in type. There was a group of Young men playing football and others standing along the position watching. I surveyed the area and prefer a spot away from the activity but near enough to be watching. I looked around to shape where people were, then reached behind and pulled the saree fold across the cover of my peg to discover my ass and stage. I felt the air move over my bare skin and it felt so wicked. It was what I felt at Sanjay Gandhi car park, but this was a populated, busy area. I quickly dropped the folds back in place, fussing with it to be sure it had fallen completely.

I was literally dripping when I returned to the apartment. I knew, someday, I would pick out the prospect to do much more. How I would love to be naked under a semi-sheer saree. But, I could never do such a matter. I had enjoyed it so much and continued for so long that I was running out of time for having dinner fix when Prakash returned from oeuvre. He was meticulous in his timing, always where he intended to be when he intended to be there. He insisted his life story run a set and predetermined course and schedule. To him it was everything. I was realizing how stifling it was for me. I was feeling more and more stifled by this sprightliness and existence. I had this personal prospect to swear out, but there was lupus erythematosus and less to give. My life sentence was becoming an endless repetition of mundane responsibility. The only things he wished from me was cook, pick, and allow for a restive environment for him when he returned from his body of work. My newfound titillating cravings were making this cosmos seem to a lesser extent and less tolerable. I also knew, though, there was zippo to be done about it. It was my life. It was the life-time I was given to bear, to swear out my husband. If I somehow managed to recover other pleasures, no subject how thrilling and engaging they might be, I had trivial real option in life sentence than the situation I had.

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

I was shocked by what I found on the net. I searched for info on dog dick and found plenty of that. I found scientific information about the norm of cocks based on stock and size of it and similar information about human male person that included compare based on ethnicity. There were dog peter every bit as big as the average size of it of men. But, as I found just by looking at the tip of Sheru in the Park, the shape and function of dog cock were very different. Not the least of the difference was a bulbous formation at the alkali of the cock that was similar to a egg. I was intrigued that it was an evolutionary effort to improve insemination of the distaff dog by locking the two together when the knot had swelled inside the female.

I sat back and looked at the moving picture of the dog cock, my focussing continually diverted to the naut mi. I wondered if that greyback wasn't painful. My curiosity led to a limiting of the hunt. I was curious if there was anything showing dogs fucking and possibly with a human being adult female. I don't know how I could be surprised by anything I found on the net, anymore. There were pages of search effect. I found photo of char penetrated by pawl, their twat distended by the mile inside. I went to retrieve my dildo, turning it to a higher setting, and inserting it into my own cunt before continuing my review on the computer.

My next speculation of ‘ enquiry'turned to videos. The nooky of frank was crazy and unrestrained. Many seemed to require some help at some point as the dog seemed to let a unmanageable prison term penetrating the woman and staying on her. I went back to search for that head. I found that bounder initiated penetration with little or no pic of their tool from the cocktail dress. virtually of their erection normally occurred during incursion and early fucking. Then, the knot eventually formed with increase blood flow and they were locked together before his climax.

The most scheme photos and television to me were the I capturing the knot inside the womanhood's slit, then the gaping jam in her after the dog finally pulled out. The video recording showing the volume of cum streaming out was surprising. I happened on a looping telecasting of the knot coming out and cum streaming out with it. I let it loop repeatedly as I assisted the dildo with my fingers, climaxing myself with a shattering orgasm in front of the laptop.

I quickly looked at the clock on the lower right of the screen, then relaxed as I found plenty of time. I walked to the large window and stood before it, my fingers casually exploring my wet and very pliable cunt lips and opening after the courteous coming. I squeezed my nipples with the other hand as my eyes rose to the Sanjay Gandhi National Park in the distance. I had one extended experience with a dog. Only one. I hadn't been capable to get it out of my school principal since. I wanted that experience, again. The Sami experience, even with the recognition of the danger that there was an owner in the area somewhere. Now, though, the craving had morphed into something much more, more involved, more detestable, more bestial, and more dangerous. Being seen masturbating would be bad. Being seen licked by a dog would be worse. But, being seen fucked by a dog ? Yet, each footfall in my imagining sent my middle racing, my breathing spell was taken away, and my bitch dripping.

Could I allow myself to be fucked by the dog ? His rooster tip was showing. He must have had some recognition of the situation and potential drop, even if he hadn't been with a adult female, the fragrance was there and he would key on that. Perhaps, if I avoided the knot, it could be managed. If I could fend off being tied to the dog, it could be like being licked. Then, the risk wouldn't be any greater.

As I stood before the declamatory window, my finger's breadth idly touching my mamilla and twat back talk, I thought about the motion picture and video recording I had seen on the estimator covert. The Calidris canutus seemed so declamatory compared to the putz, how did they pervade ? But, if they can contend it to a dog bitch, it can certainly happen to a woman. That was obvious based on the videos and motion picture. Could I do this new thing ? It's one matter to masturbate and it's another to let a dog lick you. What about letting a dog climb you, get it on you ? Could I do that ? Could I do that out there, in the open, almost ?

Again, I really didn't interrogative sentence where my resolve would contribute me. It was almost like I was on some kind of path that I didn't know where it would top, but I knew I couldn't get off, either, even if I wanted to get off. And, I wasn't sure I would want to. I had been ignored for so long, frustrated for so long. What was happening to me now was beyond my imaginings and fancy. At times, it was almost like I didn't tending what might happen to me, but it did issue and I did care. I had to care. I would have nothing if …

I ambled along the track and pretended stake in the vision to allow the other people who had been surrounding me to incite ahead and around the fold in the path. This seemed to be an unco meddlesome day in the park. I hadn't noticed anything particular about the day, but something must be bringing the crowd out. Maybe, it might just make been the beautiful day. A tempest had gone through the night before leaving clearly skies and air that seemed somehow fresh, which isn't pattern for a metropolis with this many citizenry, traffic, and industry.

When I decided it was safe to move off the path and not attracter aid, I started up the slope, scanning the hillside in movement of me and above as I picked my footing. I was thinking this might not be a day when the dog was here when I suddenly heard a playful bark ahead and to my left. It was a single audio that seemed more like a greeting than a series of barks indicating a playful exercise. I stopped, looked up, and watched as the dog came bounding along the hillside. Interesting to me that it wasn't coming directly toward me or searching the ground as it might if searching for a chunk or gravel thrown, but it seemed to head in the worldwide direction of the location of our old meetings.

I wasn't surely if that was noetic, but I hurried my gait while I scanned around me with particular attention to the orbit the dog had come from, half expecting to find a human following at a distance in search of his pet.

I stood just outside the clump of brush and small Tree that created my protected space. I continued to rake above and below for anyone else walking off the path. As I was, the dog ambled to me, stopping 20 base in battlefront of me. When I glanced down, I found him patiently sitting as if awaiting my direction. It was the same dog. I didn't even need to look closely at his ribbon gently swaying beneath his collar, the rumination of sunlight glinting off the shiny alloy. I found myself relieved it was the Saame dog and nervous at the same meter. The ministration came from a intuitive feeling of expectant familiarity. The nerves came from a signified of pushing my luck with repeated encounters with the same a****l that had to be in the Park with an owner who had to be somewhere in the superior general surface 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 happen upon to observe close by ?

I pushed that thought aside, however. These face-off 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, routine, and rote cosmos that had no other meaning then filling the clip space between the experiences I devised for myself, experiences that had an increased risk but also reward. My dull and ordinary life seemed to be now careening down a mountain road of piercing curves and switchbacks while my brake system were slowly leaking fluid and the ability to control my descent. As frightening as the danger was, the feeling of exhilaration and being alive was greater.

When I moved into the thick of the growth, Sheru followed behind me. I knelt in front of him and he licked my face playfully. I giggled at the feeling 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 fountainhead and I knew that, but it had been so long since I had received aegir aid my creative thinker made the saltation of banker's acceptance immediately.

Without any more concern about my environment or the act I was about to set about 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 lots as the dog did. He stood briefly but sat back in the Same spot he had been, apparently willing to accept these betterment from me. Then, I thought maybe I could name my intentions a little more obvious even to a dog. I sat back, removed my skid and socks, then stood and pushed my jeans and panties off my hips and down my branch. He sniffed at me when I stood in strawman of him. When I spread my ramification, his beak moved between my second joint sniffing before his glossa shot out and licked me, again. I shivered from the touch. The touch I had one time considered so outrageous and decadent was now only a prelim for much more.

I knelt next to him, my hand returning to his belly. When my fingers again found his sheath, his head moved to me, his glossa lapping at my face. I giggled. Not only did I come about upon a willing male, but one that was appreciative. While he licked my face, I stroked his sheath and felt his stopcock coming out. This was new for me. Prakash didn't give the opportunity or show desire for playfulness during the restrict sex we had. As my finger stroked his bare, exposed turncock, the dog flinched and whined. I remembered something I read online. Any cock protected in a sheath is quite sensitive when exposed. I brought my hand up to my font and licked it liberally, then let the dog clout it, and I returned to touching his exposed peter. I could feel a fluid coming from the tip and smeared it over my finger. I moved the dog to the earth so I could see what I was doing to him and what essence I was having. I was surprised to see how a great deal tool was now exposed. I could also see More liquid forming at the tip of his rooster. The more I smeared over my fingers and transferred to his cock, the more fluid formed. It was truly an interesting organ for my inexperienced mind to behold. A pin down tip that grew thicker and narrowing slightly toward the sheath.

With him on the footing, I moved to his hooter, my knees positioned on either side of meat of it. He was immediately mindful and reached forward to lap at my drooling slit. Cunt. Using that words before was so cornerstone and decadent. Now, a dog lapping at it after I had been fingering his dick, cunt seemed to be the perfect Holy Writ for it, maybe for me, especially if I continued along the direction I was headed.

I looked down at him, then listened intently around me. I rose as senior high school as I could while remaining on my human knee. 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 helping hand and knee joint like I had seen on the internet. The dog came up behind me, licked at my cunt and ass several times, then he seemed to take over. He jumped onto my back, his front legs going around my shank. The feeling of fur on my depress back was sensuous. The 1st stab of his cock at my butt woke me up and reminded me of how wrong and rightfield this was. A dog was on my back and he was probing with his rooster to obtain my cunt opening. He probed and probed. His cock was striking my tail boldness and around my pussy. The pointy, bony pecker distress after a few twinge. He released me and I felt as frustrated as he sounded as he walked around me before he remounted me. This time I tried something different. He was extended out of his sheath. I watched with enchantment as his reach out 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 awkward. I shifted my handwriting between my second joint, felt his hammer 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 porta. I pressed back against him and he used his presence legs to draw in me back and himself forward, driving his cock oceanic abyss into me. I reached back to hold his hind leg, just for a moment, in case.

It was delirious ! A cock ! I had a cock inside me, again ! It felt howling and amazing and perfect and decadent. I felt everything he did to me. He relaxed his front legs slightly, moved forward and took me firmly with his legs, again. His screwing was like nothing I had experience. True, my experience was borderline, but nothing I imagined prepared me for the onrush of fucking I received. I gasped and moaned in a uninterrupted chorus line of muted audio, barely maintaining some cognizance of my environment and circumstance.

I felt something banging against my cunt on the exterior, pressing against my lips and initiative, pressing and stretching my opening night. For moment, I was too consumed by the experience to tie in what was happening. When it did, I tried pulling away from the a****l, fearing the knot entering me, but his wooden leg around my waist held me in berth. I was just a bitch to him at this point. He was mating and his instinct was to knot me. The more I squirmed and moved, the more movement there was of his cock inside me. He was stabbing me, rubbing along my cunt walls, penetrating me deeper than I had been fucked before by my hubby. My torso reacted the only way it could with all the stimulation, a****listic nature of the act, and my mind's overdrive of conflicting tactile sensation. I orgasmed !

One moment my total trunk outburst into bliss, upheaval, and ecstasy. The adjacent bit that ball of flesh on the base of Sheru's cock was inside my cunt. My orgasm must bear loosened my opening, eliminated just enough electric resistance. His stopcock drove suddenly rich inside me. The knot felt massive inside me, filling me more completely. His cock was still driving at me, but the slub restricted his movement. I forgot about the ramification of the burl and only focused on what was happening inside me. The cock and knot were both growing, swelling. He pulled back against my scuttle to thrust further into me, but the burl restricted him. Instead, something unexpected and terra incognita happened. The knot pressed against me inside, somewhere inside me and behind my clit. Whatever it was, the pressure was electric and intense, jolts of perfervid erotic stimulation coursing from my cunt into my organic structure. I felt it on my clitoris, in my nipples, and sent chills and goosebumps up my neck and into my scalp.

I was crashing into another orgasm when I felt his turncock inside saccade and pulse violently. The next sense impression was my cunt being washed in warm spurts 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 body in joyous release.

As my body descended from the orgasmic peak previously unconquered, my brain rose up to the convulsion of my situation. Not only did I joyously cry out my euphoria, I was now tied to the dog. My idea replayed the telecasting I had seen. The char were stuck to the dog for here and now, maybe many. How was I to know ? The TV were snippets of action only. Suddenly, my pinna heard speech sound everywhere around me. The smallest audio of a leaf in the fart against the twig was some someone crashing through the brushwood concealing me.

The dog whimpered as he tugged to free himself. He had done something I thought should be unacceptable. He raised his leg over me and was now standing facing the opposite direction. We were ass-to-ass. I had seen it in videos, but somehow it didn't seem so substantial then. I didn't understand. I hadn't seen how the dog got into that position, only that he was. He pulled and I could experience my bitch pull away from my dead body. I gasped and shuddered. That same sensation was happening, again. The international nautical mile was pressing on that dapple. I raised my pelvic girdle up and the knot jammed against that spot inside me with supernumerary burden. 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 repugnant, so … decadent. A dog had just fucked me !

After another pocket-size orgasm, the knot seemed to stretch my lips and opening to escape. I fell to the soil and the dog lay near me and started licking his cock. I slipped my arm under my cheek and watched. I watched his spit, the same tongue that had pleasured me, drub his own stopcock clean.

My hands trembled and shook as I got dressed in the confines of my hiding spot. Sheru had left minutes before. He seemed to gate-crash through the brush and ran for the hike I saw him come over earlier. He seemed so noisy in leaving I delayed my leaving for many more minutes to avoid being seen also coming out of the same spot. In fact, I exited the polar way. My peg were washy and shaky, changeable underneath me as I made my way back to the path.

Back at family, 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 point as if I were watching it occur to someone else. At night, I dream about it and feared that my audio might alert Prakash to something unusual.

Standing in front of the mirror, again, naked and shake up. When I stripped away the terror of the risk of exposure I took, what remained was the store, the feeling of being fucked … finally, fucked. The feelings come back with fierce acknowledgment and chilling hullabaloo. New thoughts fight for consideration. Pushing aside the ever-present terror and fear for brief mo, the desire to relive those feelings come rushing in. In those mo, surrounded by the fear, was the recognition of fulfillment. Fulfillment of needs that have been missing, vacant for so long. Could I run a risk it, again ? Could I not ?

The mirror is my window into my mortal 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 nipples are extended, even for her. I spread my legs for her to designate me the puss that enjoyed the dog. She smiles at me as her legs spread. I see her puss rim as plain as her nipples standing out proud and pleading to be touched. I see her move a hired hand to a mamilla, pinching it and smiling at me as she does it.

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

I look into her oculus. I smiled at her and nodded my school principal 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 handout and joy !"

CHAPTER FOUR :

I returned to the Park a yoke more times, skipping a day in-between visits so as not to bring up suspicion from anyone, especially Prakash, if he should notice. The dog wasn't there. One day I spotted a digress dog in the distance, but after Sheru I didn't want to gamble on my condom with a stray.

On the tierce visit, as I climbed up the side from the itinerary, I spotted a dog in the same location where I had seen Sheru get in before. This dog wasn't Sheru, however. This was a German language Shepherd, but it acted much the Saami way Sheru had. This dog came over the rooftree, saw me and stopped. He seemed to take care back at something and turned back to me. I took a chance on calling to it since despite not being Sheru it didn't feel like a stray. I bent over and clapped my hands together, then patted my thigh hoping it would take those actions as index number of my calling him. I didn't want to verbally call out to him for fearfulness of drawing attention to me and my location.

As the dog trotted toward me, then moved faster as I continued to promote him, I looked around to verify that I was still alone and not being watched, then stepped back into the thicket and trees. The dog stopped outside, then followed the narrow-minded course I had created into my hiding location, his ass wagging furiously.

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

As I rubbed his neck, I felt something attached to the apprehension. I stood and looked at the object to find what looked like a cheap cell. But what would a dog be doing with a cadre phone ? I was still stroking the head and neck of the dog when I heard the phone outset buzzing. I took it off the collar and opened it to find a text substance had arrived. I open the messenger.

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

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

‘ An admirer, only.'

‘ What do you require ?'

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

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

‘ I told you, aught. I don't know who you are and won't try to bump out. My alone interest group is in trying to help you.'

This was too much. somebody unknown to me knows what I have been doing ! My worst nightmare if he were to differentiate person, go public, have pictures. NO !

I burst out of the bushes and sprinted down the slope to the track. I was still running when I arrived at the scratch line of the track. When I stopped to overhear my breath and compose myself, I realized the phone had buzzed several sentence. I opened it, again, finding a serial publication of other text edition substance. I quickly shut the telephone, jammed it into a indorse pocket of my jeans and left the Park.

I buried the telephone set in one of my shoes in the rear of my press. I ignored it for the eternal rest of the day and night. I had to decide what I wanted to do. Did I need to be after now for the unsound ? What could I possibly plan ? If I was exposed, I would be exposed. What potential explanation or story could I think up to explain away such a revelation ?

I fretted all through dinner, the eventide and throughout the dark. I tossed and turned, getting slight sopor as my mind imagined all sorts of possibilities, all bad. All through the following day, evening, and night, it was only marginally better. The day after I began thinking the someone on the other telephone set might not sustain meant harm to me, after all. Then, another horrendous thought came to me. He had purchased both phones. Couldn't he use the constitutional GPS to track the phone I had ? How did that work ? Was that function he could make do or did he take to go through the cellular phone serving to get that information ?

I retrieved the sound from my hiding spot in the closet. I powered it up and looked at the textual matter messages from before. I was struck by his last text : I told you, nothing. I don't know who you are and won't try to find out. My just interest is in trying to help you.

It was the last one sent before I shut the phone off. The other school text he sent were enquiring if I was still there. Obviously, I wasn't. I sat down to think this through. All those encounters were with his dogs and he had been aware of it and continued to make for his wiener for me to encounter. Never had he approached or intruded. If he was there somewhere, he was a farsighted way off. He never was shut enough to see into the shaggy-coated 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 intrude on my seclusion 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 message and sent it. ‘ What did you think of you only want to try to help me ?'I was expecting there would be a hold to get a response since I had waited several days. Instead, the speech sound buzzed almost instantly.

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

‘ Why are you doing this ?'

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

‘ The first time when I shrieked ?'

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

‘ What did you think might be happening ?'

‘ I wasn't sure at kickoff, but when he returned to me, his cock was exposed some. The future fourth dimension 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 muteness hanging between us. I didn't know what to say in return. He had known.

‘ Say it. Say what he did to you.'

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

‘ He fucked me. Your dog fucked me.'

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

‘ Thomas More. It was beyond my imagining. I was trying to void the greyback, 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 secrecy and I wondered if the connectedness was broken.

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

He's setting me up for a tryst with his dog ! I remembered the message,"I can serve you."Am I crazy ? But, even he can tell I need this, desire it, crave it. The little 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 earphone inside my running shoes I would be wearing tomorrow. Now I have someone pimping his dogs to me ? I walked to the mirror in the bedroom and removed my clothes. I looked into the eyes of my image.

"He's sending his dogs to you to savor. He's sending his dogs to you to fuck."I looked down at her dresser to bump the nipples becoming more tumid, straining outward. I parted my branch and she duplicated the movement. Her back talk 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 eyes were sparkling, her rima oris turned into a smile, and her head 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 acting with the dogs. I noticed as I left the master path that my visits up the side had begun wearing a weak path into the wild grass. As I approached the bunch of brush and pocket-sized Tree that formed my secluded spot, I looked up to the ridge above and checked my watch. It was only a few minutes before 11:00 AM. I surveyed around me, checking into the distances, and was satisfied there was nonentity else who might wander nearby.

I heard a bark and I looked in the direction of the sound to come up a large dog similar to Balaji and the figure of a man against the desktop and sky. The dog bounded ahead of the man, stopped briefly, then bound down the gradient toward me. The man stopped at the ridgeline and settled onto the ground. He was no longer hiding his presence, though he remained at a length that I could not discern his features, therefore, he could not discern mine. Still, though, seeing the man I had been texting sent a thrill through my dead body as I watched the dog attack. The shock of the modification in the position hit me fully. The dog approaching me belonged to the man up on the J. J. Hill who had arranged this time for all of us to be in the like place. And, the only reason for that system of meter was for me to be mounted by his dog. There was no longer any whodunit about it. It wasn't a motion of if there was an possessor 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 domain of light touch and little trees. A moment later, the dog followed me. I was already kneeling when he came right to me. As I stroked his head and neck, I checked his collar and tag. It was the same German sheepherder, Balaji. He sat in strawman of me. I stroked him and, not knowing any other way, used the Lapplander approach to him that I had with Sheru. I slowly worked my hand onto his side and belly, then down by his sheath with a few ‘ accidental'glancing mite along the position of the case. He reacted the same as Sheru, a cold-shoulder flinch, but aught Thomas More. With my face alongside his, I was intent on what my hand was doing underneath him so I was surprised to get a prospicient, wet lap over the incline of my face. I turned my face directly to him and closed my eyes as he began licking my fount. It was at that moment that I took handle 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 get down stroking his cock as it escaped the protective covering of the case. In minute, there was enough cock exposed I felt it was in effect. I stood in front of the dog and opened my jeans. I pried off my run brake shoe, then pushed my jeans and panties down my pegleg. Strange how doing this in front of the dog caused a self-conscious touch as if he were a person who might judge or survey 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 column inch or so.

Naked now below the waist, I went to my hands and knees in front of him. As I could have predicted with even my limited experience, his knife first went to my slit and ass, licking me various clock time. It felt wonderful, the tongue gliding over my wet cunt lips. It took a dog to collapse tending to my cunt with lips and lingua. I giggled at what the dog was willing to do for me that my married man would never see. I moaned at the thought of what was to come shortly and that it took dogs to collapse me prance after all these years.

I reached back with a deal to advertize his snout away and pat my ass, hoping to have him bestride me. After a few endeavour, he did, jumping onto my back, his furry belly on my bare ass and lower back. I remembered last-place sentence and slipped a manus between my legs and with a little aid from me, he with driving his cock into my cunt with less painful stabbing. I gasped loudly at the penetration and followed that with deep groan of satisfaction as the cock quickly began thrusting, the delirious fucking that, again, took my breath away.

Balaji was secure and more belligerent than Sheru had been. It took some getting used to, but it became thrilling and state of nature. I found all I could do was plant my articulatio genus and hands into the ground and defy myself unwavering against his onrush. His rise up feet shifted as he attempted to derive better ground and leverage with which to drive his cock into his new bitch. I pressed back against him, holding a steady and firm office for him to fuck against. And, it was what I became, a bitch. I realized my mouth was emitting a steady stream of low, croaky moans, gasp, and moan. I heard cipher but the sounds coming from my mouth, the grunt and panting from the dog, and the squishing of our mating organ, his cock driving into my wet and drooling cunt. If anything was happening outside the brushing protection, I had no awareness of it and, at the moment, I could have got cared less.

It was as if all the thwarting and need from the long time of being ignored was being pushed out of my body with each frenzied, frenetic driving force. It wasn't that Sheru hadn't been as good fucking me, but I hadn't been released for him. I was still nervous, tentative, and self-aware. This sentence, I came prepared to release myself, to fully give myself to whatever dog was brought to me. There was no doubt, business organization, or wondering about a dog on this visit. I knew there would be a dog. The owner who I was communicating with would accept one here for me. I came knowing I was going to eff a dog. And, I was. Gloriously and with unconstraint.

The Calidris canutus was pressing against my opening. Unlike the previous clock 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 overture. He stretched me. The piddling experience I had was sufficient, though, to understand what was happening and what was going to fall out later. I was like an a****l, myself. I wanted more, all, everything. I teased myself in the mirror of being a squawk, a slut. But, the communications with the man, the owner, something snapped spread inside me. Again, something happened, another door opened, and I was going to speed through it. What would befall later, would bechance. Now, though, now I was going to be thoroughly fucked and tied to Balaji, be his squawk. What was happening to me ? How could I care ? At that moment, the knot stretched me sufficiency to pop into my pussy, filling me, pressing his cock deeper into my cunt.

The dog pulled back to dog pound into me, but his movement was constricted. The real effect, though, was pressing his knot firmly, roughly against that spot inside me and I exploded. My intact body seemed to react. The orgasm shook my arm, my stomach twitched, my toes curled, my cunt clasped around the turncock and grayback inside. My scalp tingled and I shivered from my ft to my head.

I was no Oklahoman coming down from that explosive orgasm and I felt his cock spasm and jerk inside me. I pulled away from him as I felt his cum squirt deep inside. I wasn't trying to get away. My organic structure, if not my brain, connected to that pip inside me and the knot inside me. I pulled, jamming my rosehip up, cramming his knot against that blot. I came, again.

I was lying on my vertebral column, exhausted. I looked to find Balaji off to the side casually licking his cock 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 earpiece bombination. I dug it out of my denim and opened it. There were repeated text edition from him.

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

Oh, no ! But, then I realized. Not only do I have somebody providing me dogs, but he is watching over me, too. I struggled to slip my panty and jeans on. I marveled, again, at the amount of cum that pawl gave. I put my shoes on and stretched my principal up to find a man slowly, curiously, stepping off the path in my focus. I got Balaji to stand and pushed him through the bushes. As soon as he was seeable, I heard a loud whistle from further up the gradient and heard Balaji running toward the man as he called loudly to it, scolding it for wandering off. I check in the early guidance to find the odd man watching the dog, then returning to the path.

I hadn't realized I was holding my breath until I expelled it in substitute. catastrophe avoided. And I started giggling.

CHAPTER FIVE :

All the thrilling experiences and worked up chills of doing them in the parkland paled in comparing to the last experience. And, it had lilliputian to do with Balaji or Sheru. But, knowing that the man, the owner of the detent, was there, watching and aware sent my reactions over the top. It wasn't just that I thought he might be around somewhere ; or, that someone might be suspicious by my move up the pigswill ; or, someone might see something unusual. No, it was all of them … in nigger. When I got the text warning me about the man on the path who heard my cry, it scared me to my kernel. But, as strange as it might sound, it also excited me. That the man, the owner, was on the slope above waiting and watching, fully aware and encouraging of me being mounted by his dog, was beyond anything else. The fucking was marvelous. The emotional reaction to the setting took my orgasmic reaction to another level.

After that experience, the texting message became more personal. He was emboldened by my facial expression of gratitude and my responses to the emboldened comments became burbling. He asked me how it felt during the fucking by the frankfurter ; what the naut mi felt like ; how often cum they shot into me. Initially, it was a combining of intrusive and humiliating, but I couldn't arrest myself from responding back to him with answers that soon became detailed and expressed the excitement I had felt.

As I shared in some detail about the feeling of the knot stretching my cunt to enter or exit, about the stream of dog-cum draining from my cunt after, about the feeling of the dog's fur on my bare lower back, he started asking personal inquiry, not about the act but about my sexual experience. I quickly discerned that he assumed my sexual experience must take in been across-the-board that I was venturing into using foreign firedog. When I confessed that I had been mostly naïve and only accidentally fell into canine activity, he became more intrigue and honed his questions deeper into my living. Since we were using texting, this physical process was time-consuming with abbreviated grammatical construction for description.

The weird thing was, after a couple of days of intimate sharing, I felt somehow connected to him and my responses to him began reflecting that feeling.

‘ Are you naked ?'

‘ No.'

‘ Do you have a dildo or vibrator ?'

‘ Yes.'

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

Without even thinking, I stood up, stripped completely and inserted the dildo into my already wet pussy after turning it onto a spiritualist scope. When I indicated I had done what he asked, he responded back immediately instructing me to masturbate with it until I orgasmed, then tell him about it. I dropped the phone and did exactly as he requested without any debate or hesitation. How did his commanding confidence and my volition acceptance develop so quickly and naturally ?

After cumming, I lay on the bed with the dildo softly buzzing in my cunt, allowing my orgasmic response 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 juncture to compact the vibrating head against my binge clit. I told him how I squeezed, pinched, and wriggle my pap while driving the dildo in and out of my sloppy cunt-hole. I told him how my legs shivered as I arched my hips into the air at the moment my sexual climax crashed over me, how the electric tingling coursed from my cunt to my clit, up my stomach to my breast and nipples.

His reaction indicated how pleased he was with my compliance and my verbal description. He then told me to be in the park, the same place, at 11:00 AM the side by side day. I noted, with elation and fervour, he didn't ask me this time. He told me. I couldn't believe how mad that made me feel. I wasn't seeking, gambling, hoping any longer. Now, someone was assisting, arranging, conspiring, taking charge. Even by text, it was a hefty influence over me.

I was on the track below the positioning early. To say I was excited with the expectancy would be a huge understatement. He ramped up my anticipation with a text chronological sequence prior to my leaving the apartment.

‘ Are you skilled at sucking peter ?'

I gulped at the question. Whose cock would I suck ? But, I wasn't. I had never touched a hammer with my glossa or lips, much less my oral fissure. I told him so.

‘ Then, it is sentence for you to try it. I think you are the form of womanhood who will love having a dick in her mouth to suck.'

My god ! Where is he taking me ? What does he have got in intellect for me ? His subject matter are as if he believes he has restraint over me and he knows where he wants to lease me and what he wants me to do and be for him. My cunt was drooling at the vista, the brash assumption, the straightness of his approach.

I made my way up the incline to my ‘ private'localization. As I drew nearer to it, I looked up the slope to the spot I had seen the man appear last time with his dog. At start, I was disappointed. I didn't see him or a dog. My god ! The world of the reaction hit me. I was disappointed that a dog wasn't coming over the rooftree to have it away me ? ! ? But, yes, that was how I felt. Disappointed. Then, I heard a barque and I watched intently. What I saw was a much belittled dog bounding over and through the barbaric grass and zigging and zagging around low pubic hair. Then, I saw him, the man, the owner, as he appeared behind the dog. He even waved to me this time.

I was rum watching the dog bounding to me. How is it all the frankfurter seem to know they are intended for me ? I shake the idea 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 dog this time, then remembered his instruction for me to suck up pecker. Maybe that was the reasonableness. He was providing a littler stopcock since it was my first time. I wasn't sure how I felt about this man who seemed to manipulate and orchestrate my sexual interaction. No … I knew how I felt. I felt aroused to the point of possibly soaking my jeans in the privates !

I felt his telephone bombination in the back pouch of my denim. I look up at the man. He has his bridge player raised and I am guessing the telephone set in his helping hand. I opened the phone and checked the text.

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

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

I checked around the expanse, finding nobody watching or near, and stepped into the stick in blank protected by bushes and small trees. The dog followed me and sat at my groundwork, his tail end wagging furiously as he looked up at me. I dropped to my human knee and smothered him in squeeze and favourite. His tail wagged even faster and his knife began to seek bare skin on my face and arms to lap. I giggled. His licks are a admonisher of how I am to use my mouth and back talk. I shivered. I never felt my husband's cock in my mouth and a dog's cock will be the first.

Although I saw the man with the dog, I find myself checking the collar. It is very standardised to the ones worn by Sheru and Balaji. This one has a tag reading, ‘ Jhony ’. I put my oral cavity close to his head and rustle,"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 glossa swiped my face over my lips and nuzzle. I giggled."Then you can fuck, approve ?"I didn't expect a reply, but he licked me, again. I took that as an intellect being established. A missy needs all the discernment she can get sometimes.

I debated. The decision came to me quickly. I sat back and removed my place, jean, and panties. I wanted to be cook for him. I patted the primer and managed to get him to lay on his side. I pushed him partially on his back and stroked his belly. He raised his headland and looked at me, then my hand as it moved closer to his case. Then he put his oral sex back down. I wondered if these dogs had ever experienced a homo female before. Or, maybe they are just that well trained.

As my fingers grazed along the sides of his cocktail dress, the reddish tip came out. I smiled. It was already obvious how much smaller this cock was going to be. It might even be smaller than Prakash's cock. I had to suppress a gag. It now seemed hard to believe a cock smaller than his. That might have been nasty, but both other Canis familiaris had cocks that seemed very large 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 tongue back when I felt some liquid on the tip. It didn't taste 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 have it off. What kind of discussion would that be ? Asking a man I didn't know about the fine points of a dog's dick I had been sucking. I suppressed another laugh.

I licked the tip several multiplication, then took the pointy tip between my lips. I've never done anything like this. I could feel more of the cock become exposed as I slid my lips down the prick from the tip. I had a cock in my mouth ! What was I becoming ? First, letting a dog lick me ; then, letting dogs fuck me ; now, taking dog cock into my mouth. I slipped a deal between my legs. I was shocked at how wet I was. It was leaking out of my cunt. It was then that I realized I was mouthing this little cock and my ass, my naked ass, was sticking up in the air.

I started sucking, not just mouthing, the cock. The more I sucked, the more of that liquidness came from the tip into my mouth. Soon I had enough to swallow. I sucked harder. I wanted more. I slid my mouth down the distance of the give away shaft until I felt the fur of the sheath on my back talk. There was about four inches of cock in my mouth. I giggled, again. I had four column inch of dick in my mouth and I was going to fuck it, too.

As soon as the opinion passed through my head, I knew I had to do it. I sat back on my heels, petting the dog. He raised his forefront to appraise me, sensing something dissimilar was about to pass off. I turned on my knees and dropped to my hand and started patting my ass to encourage him to mount. By this point, I was assuming all the man's wienerwurst were familiar spirit with fucking if only with dog-bitches. Maybe I was their alone human-bitch. I needed to know. I would ask him. A rummy feeling passed through me and I understood it immediately. I wanted to be their exclusively human-bitch.

The dog stood and came to my ass, and like the other two dogs before him, his snout went first to my ass. His knife lapped at my ass. I spread my knees further opening a wider distance between my thigh and I was rewarded with his tongue sliding over my bring out cunt from my clit to my asshole. His tongue seemed to hit my clit more regularly than I remembered of the others in this berth and it may have had to do with his shorter height and comfortably angle, at least better from my perspective.

I patted my ass to get him mount me. He jumped up, his rear leg churning to gain my rear and I realized my ass was too gamey for him. I squatted down a trivial 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 often dilutant than the former dogs, it was still a undecomposed cock to me. In fact, it wasn't much different than I remembered of Prakash's cock back when he did do to me. Even a low cock from a dog took my breath away. Its urgency and zip immediately applied by the dog as it enters and gains hold, driving deep in the number one few thrusts.

This time, though, the dick, which was beginning to give me surprising pleasure pulled out. Like Sheru the first base meter, he walked around me frustrated. I lowered my ass further to the ground and encouraged him with both pets and verbal cooing. He came to my ass, again, taking my backrest quicker and well-situated with my ass lower and thrust at my body. I slipped my hand between my ramification to assist him but got the surprise of my life before I found his cock with my hand. His hammer, coated with my pussy juice, hit my asshole on one poking and entered on the mo. I cried out, never having ever been penetrated there before. The first-class honours degree driving force teased my knit hole with the tip parting my sphincter, the indorsement followed immediately by forcing it to open wider so the end of the cock was just inside. I gasped and gulped my breaths at the wiz of being penetrated there, wanting my consistency to accept or pass up the intrusion. My body didn't have much to say about it, though. The dog, being a dog, followed the initial partial derivative penetration with an additional quick stutter of the poking, driving the implant cock deep into my anal passage.

I cried out, again. Now, it was more than just the tip inside me. Now, some of the productive region of the pecker had spread the anatomical sphincter wider, opening my passageway for complete penetration. But, it hurt. That part of my body wasn't used to the penetration and stretching. I wanted my eubstance to have metre to adjust, but I felt the dog clout back slightly for another thrust as he also adjusted his grip around my shank, holding me tighter and aligning himself to go into full-of-the-moon piece of tail way. I reach back in the hopes of holding him unfaltering for just a few bit, but my reaction was too slacken. He thrust back into me and followed it with a stream of rapid-fire humping. It didn't seem to irritate him that he was in the unseasonable hole.

I dropped my head and dresser to the reason, resting my forehead on my shut down forearms, my ass sticking up in the air with the Terrier perched precariously, his rear feet barely having adequate traction to maintain his powerful fucking. God, even a small dog shag like a maniac !

He was now in full mode of dog shag. After my limited and very recent experience, I already knew what that was. It was a ride that had to be experienced and not explained and each time I had experienced it I was thrilled by it. He pulled and thrust his cock out and into my ass as if he were fucking my cunt. After the initial discomfort that followed the initial penetrative painful sensation, I loved what I was experiencing. In my mind, it flashed before me that I now had two yap for fucking. Then, a grinning took over my face as I braced myself for the continuing onslaught. No, not two hole. I had now sucked my first cock, too. I now had three golf hole for cock.

zilch outside of the dog and the new genius emanating from my anal passage was reaching my conscious creative thinker. The only when thing in the world at the moment was the dog's turncock in my ass. So, I was very aware when I felt the bump of something outside my asshole, something larger pressing to enter. The knot. Could my ass also take a gnarl ? I wouldn't have thought it could take a shaft, but here I am actually enjoying it.

The knot pressed at my opening and for a moment my mind wasn't sure what it wanted to do about that, as if it had a lot to say about it at such a moment of extreme excitement and stimulation. While the mind was carrying on a disconcert argument with itself, the body was already in natural action. It pressed back against the pressure being applied to it, the sphincter slowly but steadily spreading with the constant and insistent press. The air mile was probably small compared to the former two dogs, but it might sustain been the width of their larger peter 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 defective place to be torn. The minute response 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 determination to mate surprised me. He pulled me back to him as he pressed himself to me and the air mile plunged into my passage. I cried out, again.

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

I felt his cock and slub grow in every way inside me. The fit was so soused I could find everything as his abridge shot continued, his pre-cum leaked, and his putz grew in expectation of pending climax. I could experience he was close to cumming and I desperately wanted to share it with him. The sensation of anal retentive nookie was unlike with less manoeuver stimulation to the groundwork erogenous zones. I slipped a hand underneath, my digit going to my clitoris and twat. The fingers alternated between strumming the clit and plunging into my pussy. The digit actually pressed up and felt the cock and nautical mile in my ass through the thin tissue layer dividing the chambers.

When I felt his cock jerk and spasm against the walls, I joined him. My orgasm was convulsing and I was for sure part 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 revolting, so home, so slutty, so bemire. I felt completely owned, used, and dominated by this dog, the humble of my brief experience.

We were securely tied. Once my orgasm ebbed, my mind returned to select charge and immediately, quietly, internally, swore a terrible blue-streak at my body for getting us into this mess. I was completely defenseless and vulnerable. The dog had turned so we were ass-to-ass and frequently pulled to liberate itself, but we were very securely joined. When many minute passed and nada had changed, I began to become concerned. I had been shocked at the initial intrusion, then by the knot entering me and what that took. But, when it happened, my physical structure was in the throe of being overwhelmed with physical and genial stimulation. Now, I was aware … and tense. And, the tautness wasn't helping to put out the knot.

I had no approximation how long the knot might bind us together. This was a littler dog, but the knot was in my ass, which was so very much taut and constricting. As the dog pulled on the tie, I could feel the sphincter securely closed in front of the ball inside me. I reached behind to stroke the dog to attempt to calm him. As he fought to disengage, I could find his pecker slide inside me and I assumed his efforts were just exciting him further.

My attempts to relax my own dead body, though, failed completely and abruptly when external my little natural enclosure of brush, I heard the low voices of people too close to be on the nerve tract below. I held my hint to hear more intently as if that would serve. The dog behind must have heard the sounds, too, because he suddenly became more agitated, pulling with more intent, his paws fighting the ground to pull us apart. This time when I reached back to him, my efforts to lull him had despair behind it. I could get wind the phonation coming closer and I felt the dog moving one direction, then the early nervously.

I became terrified. The exposure of being outside was part of the thrill, heightening all the early belief. This was too close, though. This was too lots like feeling the inevitability of being caught at what I was doing. This was too a great deal like seeing the end of my untroubled 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 knee joint, straightening my body to caress his body.

Suddenly, the people outside melt, 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 hoi polloi resumed their walk and their voices became very close. They couldn't have been more than 20 pes away from where I was knotted to the dog. Then it became quieter, but I could still get a line the interpreter fade away. They seemed to have got turned their focal point to the ridge above where I was. Then, it was calm down around me, again.

I collapsed the primer still tied to the dog. My heart was racing so knockout it was like I had just completed a series of lift sprints. My fear brought on from danger was broken and my focus moved to collecting myself, my pedigree pressure, my breathing …

In the relaxing mode I put myself in, I must have been able to relax more than I imagined as the dog pulled mightily and the knot stretched my ass and popped out. I then allowed my integral dead body to crumble to the priming. I was lying in the baseless grass and grease, my tee shirt pushed up against my tits, more than half of my physical structure nakedly pressed in stain, grass, twig, and leaves.

My heart burst into a backwash, again, when the dog seemed to burst through the brush next to me. I could hear him bark as he ran. The barks were the sort that sounded like a greeting. Then, I heard the whistle of its owner. And, the sounds faded away.

CHAPTER SIX :

I needed a day to decompress after that live experience. Even Prakash noticed a alteration in me. Well, kind of. What he noticed was that I was distracted and less responsive to his inane banter about his work. That man, if he only understood anything about me …

Instead of making me sense that I had not attended to him properly, though, his reaction to me spurred 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 path was stopped and listening. This time, though, when a group of multitude left the route and walked near where I was, he didn't provide any word of advice. Had he left ? I didn't think so. This man was receiving a vicarious exhilaration in his power to aid me so I didn't think he would abandon that and leave. Even if he wasn't seeing the actual act, he would need to be nearby.

After Prakash left for oeuvre on the dayspring of the second base day, I resumed communication with the man. I opened the earpiece while walking to the large window in the living room so I could peer over the early construction to the east and see the Park in the distance. It took some bit before he responded to my text.

‘ Are you naked ?'

‘ Sorry, Sir.'

Slowly, over all the texts and questions and divulging of confidant selective information and my easy, trusting conformity with his proposal of marriage, the condition ‘ Sir'had slipped into my references to him. I didn't even use that to Prakash. I put the sound down on a mesa, quickly removing my churidar kurta I had selected for the day since I was going market shopping in the morning. I resumed my attitude in front of the windowpane, not because he requested it, he didn't, but because it returned the tactual sensation of exposure and hazard, even if it now seemed much less wild that thing I had been doing.

The texts went back and forth with some occasional delays on his end. I felt he was distracted by natural process on his end, but he made no proposition of me waiting until later. I apologized for interrupting him, but he insisted it was okay if I didn't mind some interruptions in the school text. I asked him about the mathematical group of citizenry and no warning from him.

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

There was a pause. I really didn't want to answer to that. I felt like he let me down. I thought what he was doing was also providing some bread and butter, weather eye. As a result, I had begun letting my guard down to enjoy the a****ls. I was thinking I could trust him. So, I waited.

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

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

‘ I did it FOR you. Over our messaging, I have learned that a big parting of what you found thrilling was the risk. Your physical experiences were going to be limited. You were, are, a frustrated wife. Seeking some grade of exhibitionistic thrills was how you began. The dogs were unintentional, unexpected, but the experience with them was enhanced by the hazard cistron. true ?'

‘ True.'

‘ So, separate me … how did it experience when they came close.'

‘ I was knotted. I was completely helpless. Even more, Jhony's hammer slipped into my ass, not my cunt. I had no idea how long it might take for him to pull out of my compressed ass. I had to worry about keeping Jhony lull and equanimity so the people wouldn't discover our struggle of being tied.'

‘ But … how did it all sense ?'

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

‘ It felt amazing ! If it had been one of the bigger cad in my twat, I probably would consume 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 sentence. You are allowing me to feel things I have not for a very foresighted time.'

Another break. I gave him clock time. There was more he was working out, I could palpate it.

‘ May I think of other things for you ?'

I didn't pause. ‘ YES ! Yes, Sir.'

‘ Will you tell me just your initiatory name ?'

I felt a connectedness I could confide. ‘ It scared me, but it thrilled me, too. I feel I can confide you. Can I ? Is it anserine of me to ask if I can trust you ?'

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

I didn't hesitate further, ‘ Deepti. My number 1 gens is Deepti.'

‘ Ahhh … luster, shine, glow. Has that fit you in your life ?'

‘ No, not until lately maybe.'

‘ You mean since this excitement has come into your life ? What happens if your married man begins to interview your alteration ?'

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

‘ I don't know what the answer to that is, Sir. I have to manage my coming into court around him, I think. Anything he notices might be explained by my tramp in the Park, an melioration in my physical being ?'He agreed that would be upright. ‘ Sir, I am curious about the dogs. You said they are stud dogs, have they been with early cleaning woman before, too ?'

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

He suspected my reason, I could feel it. Oh God, could I really admit such a affair ? He didn't break the modernize silence. He was very skilled in patience, making me feel the nervousness of silence.

‘ I am wondering if I am their first and only woman to have a go at it. Am I their lone human-bitch ?'He didn't respond. to a greater extent 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 woman-bitch ? It would be so exciting to be their only woman-bitch. The thought of being their squawk has become very exciting.'

I could hear the pleasure in his phonation when he finally responded. ‘ Yes, my love, you are their only when woman-bitch, as you call it. You are their bitch. You like being their kick, don't you ?'I said, yes. ‘ You like the musical theme more than human sex. You would rather be fucked by the frankfurter than by men. Dogs satisfy you in a way you don't think men ever could. You would make more risks, do almost anything to savor dog-cock to a greater extent and more.'

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

He had asked license to coiffe something new and unlike for me to experience after the scare in the commons. I had quickly given him my favourable reception. I had quickly pronounced my desire to be a bitch for his andiron. I had even let slip that my desire for the experiences was pushing me to do whatever he wanted me to do. I felt like I was somehow sitting on a wild roquette ride, I was blasting into new realms of experience and unknown chance. It was scarey, but it was exhilarating.

While he was probably devising something different, though, I enjoyed a couple more trips to the Park. One with Sheru and the former with Balaji. As gratifying and precious Jhony was, I did prefer the larger cocks and slub of the former two dogs. The experience of being knotted in the ass, though, never left me and I knew I would want to experience that, again.

He was putting himself to a greater extent and more in mission of these encounters. On Clarence Day when we didn't have something arranged for the Park, he might text me at some percentage point during the day and give me an teaching. I was free to do it or not, he had no physical control condition over me, but I found myself always following his program line. Some sidereal day it was merely being naked the entire day with clothes peg on my nipples. early times, it might be standing naked in front end of the big window while I used the dildo in my bitch until I orgasmed. That would take many bit and sometimes I found myself deliberately extending the exhibition, wondering the entire prison term if someone might be in a building somewhere to the eastern United States with opera glasses or telescope. The intellection made it even more exciting and that, of course, was the objective.

He also changed how I was to dress on the set outing. From now on, he said in a text, I was to only wear sarees. He didn't want to see me in jeans and tee-shirts, anymore. If he did, he would not release the dog. That threat did exercise some control over me, but it was unnecessary, I would consume complied, anyway. He was very particular about my dressing. Not only was it to be only a saree with a form-fitting top, but there would be no underwear and no petticoat. Additionally, when I was with the weenie, I was to also remove my top. Those next times when I fucked the dogs, I was completely nude in the commons. As the frump pounded me from behind and I was on my hands and genu, I marveled at how my pap swung beneath me when they were resign to move. It was thrilling to envisage 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 slow. There would be no way of getting dressed quickly if someone should intrude. Wrapping a saree takes minutes, anywhere from 7 to 10 minutes depending on conditions and how flesh out the dr****g is. And, without a half-slip to make the tucks into, it would be slightly different using the whang. If something happened, I wasn't going to be able to get dressed quickly, anymore. That wasn't a subtle change and it was quite dramatic.

The first time with Sheru with the saree went just ticket. I got there and Sheru came down. I waved to the man and he waved back. Although I heard multitude on the track, they remained on the path and there was no latent hostility. The back time was with Balaji and it went the same way right up until the end, then I almost died.

The day was almost thoroughgoing. One of those days that don't seem real in a big, over-populated, industrial environs like Mumbai. The skies were sack up, the air was gentle off the sea, and a low social movement had sucked away much of the humidity. After Balaji pulled his wonderful mile from my cum filled cunt, I lay on the background satisfied and fulfilled. The dog came to my feast legs and lapped at my leaking cunt causing me to groan and sigh with foster satisfaction and pleasure. I sat up to pet him in thanks when we both heard the man whistle. Balaji turned to run from the bushes and his paw caught the textile of my saree. By the sentence I saw my saree leaving the bushes attached to the dog, I had two meters of fabric to grab before it was all gone. My chemical reaction, though, right after an orgasm was slow. I had to jump through the George H.W. Bush after the dog, landing with my upper half outside the George W. Bush to catch the end of the 5-meter length of textile. The man must have recognized what was happening and yelled for the dog to stop. I pulled on the cloth and dislodged the textile, crawling back into the Vannevar Bush and pulling the material in tail end me.

I stood to wrap the sari around me when I heard voices of fear on the path below. I heard the man coming down from the slope reassuring the multitude 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 dope, despite almost no zephyr. It bought me plenty time to get dressed. I exited the George Bush in the opposite direction and circled around. Another close call, but very excite. As I walked passed the mass, I could feel the dog cum still leaking from my cunt.

Then, his future estimate for me came. He said he had an estimate I was sure as shooting to get very exalt, erotic, and very exhibitionistic. He asked if I trusted him enough to sustain his number one wood pick me up from any location I desired. He assured me he would protect my identity element and that his driver was really his personal and professional assistant. I told him I would be waiting at the in the south end of the Sunder Nagar Garden. He told me the color and shuffle of the car, the driver's name, and other details to reassure 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 front of me as he was heading to my left. The rider window lowered.

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

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

"Swapnil Kolte, ma'am."He reached into the rider place next to him and handed out a masque that would handle my middle and scent. I smiled, though he couldn't see it, and nodded. He exited the car and held the back door out-of-doors for me. I put on the mask and slid into the spine tail end. I had no approximation where we were going or what was awaiting me. I was anticipating a new emplacement and another dog, though he never indicated so.

I started asking Swapnil motion about our destination, but he interrupted me. He punched some release on the dash and I heard the ringing of a phone on speaker. When it was answered on the other end, I was to hear the voice of the man for the kickoff time.

Swapnil said,"Sir, I have Mrs. Sinha in the car as directed. We are heading E for the western Expressway now."

"Thank you, Swapnil. Deepti, my figure is Venkat Iyer. I have decided it might help you feel more dependable if you know more about me than I know about you. I have a number of businesses in the Bombay country and you are headed to a remote part of one of those holding 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 have mentioned that already."There was a pause and some dull conversation in the background knowledge as though he was having a separate conversation."Sorry, dear. I needed to lease guardianship of something there that Swapnil would normally take handled. Now, you have my to the full tending. I wish I was there with you, but hopefully, that will be potential in the draw near hereafter. How are you feeling about this, Deepti ? Do you feature the masque on ?"

"Yes, Sir. Thank you."

"Not at all, dear. My desire to help you experience what you crave. I think that is an interesting parole, 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 word for it. Sir, may I ask where we are headed ?"

"Yes, but I am afraid it won't mean value anything to you. serve it to say, the location is remote, isolate, but visible. I know that sounds contradictory, but it is dead on target and it is crucial for the experience I have planned for you. Will you confide me, Deepti ?"

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

"Excellent. Swapnil, does she come out 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 a great deal information as I was hoping for. I was wearing a mask to protect my feature of speech, but Swapnil wasn't. He was in his recently 20's, average acme and physical body. He appeared gymnastic and convinced, though he was deferential to Mr. Iyer. Swapnil had short black hair that was somewhat unrulily. He wore glasses that were ordinary, not too stylish. He had a mustache and face fungus that was either new and growing out or he was having worry growing it. Several sentence as Mr. Iyer talked, I caught his eyes in the rearview mirror and was struck by the glister in them. His smiling was wide and genuine. He looked like someone I wouldn't mind spending prison term with.

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

"Deepti, this is when you begin to show you really trust me. I want you to move into the shopping mall of the back keister, then quickly unwrap your saree and get rid of your top."My oral cavity dropped and I stared at the location on the dash where his voice came from."Swapnil, what was her response ?"

"She might be in shock, Sir."

He laughed on the other end."I thought as much. Deepti, we have been very careful to conceal your identity element. You wanted new, peachy experiences. One would be to be naked in a moving car."

I was shaking my head word, but my handwriting were already working to take the saree. I had to pitch my stance numerous times to unwrap the 5 meter of textile. Then, I looked into the rearview mirror, saw Swapnil glancing from the route to me and back to the road. I closed my optic and removed the top. I was sitting in the midriff of the back seat of a car I had never been in before and driven by a man I had never met before. I saw the auto passing us and us passing them. We were approaching a irksome motortruck and I closed my eyes. I knew he could attend correctly down into the car for a very good view of me if he happened to look. I kept my eyes closed, but when I heard a hand truck honk side by side to me, I knew he happened to wait and saw something he never expected.

Still reeling from what I was showing to trucker we were passing on a steady basis on the heavily locomote main road, I almost missed the next comment from Mr. Iyer.

"Dear, now slide your butt to the edge of the tooshie and spread out your ramification wide."

My eyes flashed up to the rearview mirror, which Swapnil had his bequeath hired man on ready to adjust. That sparkle in his centre shined even more. I fluidly took the billet he instructed and never in my lifespan felt more exposed to anyone. The only person EVER to receive seen me in a position close to this was me in front of the mirror as I looked for style to exalt myself in onanism. Now, Swapnil, an attractive man I just met, had adjusted the mirror for speedy glances to savour the sentiment displayed to him through the two pail seats in front.

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

"Simply beautiful, Sir. I love the look of her pussy. The lip are parted and the inner backtalk clearly show. The back talk and her pussy exposed inside are glistening with her juices."His eyes showed his smile had increased. I hadn't realized my hands had moved down my physical structure to my cunt. When I did recognise it, I pulled them back, my full consistency flushing deeper than it already had been. Just then, there was another honk from a trucker. I closed my middle."Sir, she is a sexual goddess, I think. Her fingers moved to her slit, but when she realized it, she pulled them away."

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

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

Oh, God ! ! My finger did what he instructed as if they were responding directly from his didactics without needing me to hold in them. The smell was incredible. The conversation about my consistence, really only my cunt, caused me to sense so sexual, wanton, base, obscene, and objectified. Those might not ordinarily be great things to feel about yourself, but I knew my cunt was spread wide open and leaking my secretion freely. I knew my tit were put up and prominent, too. My fingers opened my hole wider for Swapnil, then my eye rose to the mirror and we made eye impinging. I smiled at him, my mouth parting with my tongue licking them. I felt obscene. It was so thrilling with my exposure to Swapnil, the truckers honking alongside us, and my finger gliding in and out of my cunt. My climax came as the car turned off the Expressway.

The car was turned onto a rut road, which caused me to sit straighter to see where we were. As I did, the car rolled to a hitch in nominal head of a marvellous chain-link fence and locked gate. Swapnil got out, unlocked the logic gate, beat back the car through, then closed and relocked the gate. He then drove into what looked like deserted, unused property. The car bounced over two sets of railway system runway, then came to a stop.

Swapnil redialed Bluetooth earpiece and Mr. Iyer came back on the line."Deepti, before you start looking around, today there is no dog fucking for you. Today, there is only man-cock. I know it has been a hanker sentence for you, so enjoy."And, he was gone. I wanted to protest. I had agreed to stick with all of his instructions because I thought there would be a dog here for me to love. 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 naked. As I did, I surveyed the region around the car. Besides the railway system tracks nearby, the Western Expressway roared with traffic on a tenacious span nearby and above. I could clearly see passengers in railcar and trucks on the bridge 10 or 15 meters above us. In front of the car was an expansive water arrangement, which caused the want for the bridge in add-on to the railroad track tracks. On the early side of the water citizenry working, some of them in the water. Swapnil saw where my eyes were and commented that it was an experimental rice-patty. The multitude were close enough that I could distinguish which were men and which were women by their dress and movement. It seemed everywhere I looked, there was some potential for being seen. And, Swapnil walked me naked to the boundary of the water. I was queasy but he instructed me to retain my hired man at my sides. He put me in a particular direction and I could see that I was exposed to both the bridge and the rice workers at the same time.

He walked me back to the car, stopping me alongside it on the side closest to the railroad track raceway. He reached inside the car and withdrew another mask, this one black, and placed it over his amphetamine face. He was wearing nice slacks and a button long-sleeve shirt subject at the cervix, so when he unbuckled the belted ammunition on his slacks, I quickly knew what was expected, though I had never done it for a man. I knelt on the dirt solid ground in front man of him, loosened the slacks and rive it and his underwear down to his knees. I was still changeable why he was also wearing a mask now since I had already seen his face. But, when I saw his peter under his clothes, I discarded any concern about the masque. His hobble, uncircumcised pecker was the size of my husband's hard one. It hung in front of me and my psyche and eyes had no other considerateness 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-iron. Now, I was going to experience sucking man-cock, as well. And, it wasn't my fool married man. Mr. Iyer was deliberate and intentional in providing me with varied experiences, as he promised. My letdown at not having a dog was replaced with the consideration of new experiences. Clearly, Mr. Iyer didn't fear himself as much with my favorable reception or acceptance beforehand as practically my following his direction. That recognition that he was taking control condition was mollified by the recognition that my reaction to him was to comply with whatever he directed.

My hired man seemed to proceed 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 rear of my head, but I was so focused on the cock in front of me I didn't put much thought into why. I leaned forward and licked the undersurface of his pecker. 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 expose the nous, opened my mouth and took it inside, sucking on the head, swirling my clapper over it. I did this military action repeatedly, licking the length, exposing the head and taking it into my mouth. Soon, the chemical reaction from my movement gave me the largest cock I had ever seen. The head teacher 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 paw around the base and saw it was only covering about half the distance. I looked up and smiled, again. What would it be like to get something like this ?

Then, the uncertainty about what was happening flashed into my mind. I was a married char. 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 toys were still self-pleasure ; the bounder were not human so they didn't enumeration. 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 man and wife and my husband. But, I had had these Saami cerebration before, even before I knew what this experience might be. I had considered the possibility that this might someday be presented as an opportunity. It was a raw progression, after all. In the cool here and now of consideration and analysis, I knew I would take the opportunity to again experience a man's shaft that wasn't my husband's. I understood that taking that whole step, that chance, might add additional defeat into the man and wife, but the path I had set myself on had produced that whether I took this additional step or not.

Another thoughtfulness came to my psyche, though. My married man's actions played into this, as well. I had learned accidentally that despite our mingy finances, he was continuing to chance and toast with his brother. Nights that he said he would be working, he was with his sidekick. It was an accidental discovery and it had angered him tremendously when he had been caught in his lies. His anger had been such that I feared being beaten Thomas More than the slapping I might on social function get as his drinking progressed. Maybe it didn't completely free what I was doing, but he wasn't without some shift and responsibility.

With that conclusion and banker's acceptance, I became earnest in my movement of pleasuring and experiencing the difficult cock in my helping hand and head teacher in my mouth. All Mr. Iyer said was that I would have man-cock today. I became diligent in satisfying Swapnil. It became important that he report back to Mr. Iyer that I had pleased him with my oral cavity and I was determined to take his cum in my backtalk and get down it. Another matter I obviously had never done. If I pleased Swapnil and Mr. Iyer was pleased in turn, I may again be given one of his dogs to experience.

I was so intent on the cock in my mouth I wasn't aware of a significant noise approach. Then, the racket was unmistakable. We were near the two-fold caterpillar track and it became obvious now why Swapnil had been careful in positioning us. The commuter wagon train was approaching from in figurehead 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 woman on her knee joint sucking the man's cock.

I reacted to what was about to materialise by shifting while the cock was still in my oral fissure, but Swapnil kept me in place. I looked up at him just as the train engine flashed by with the XII or so passenger cars behind it. I shook with frazzle nerves, knowing that everyone on this side of the cars had a perfect opinion of me. This was why Swapnil had also put a partial masque over his eyes.

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

"Was that exciting ?"

"My God, yes ! My care has been to be seen, that something terrible would happen as a upshot. I was very definitely seen naked and sucking a man's stopcock who wasn't my hubby, but cipher would be able in that flashing of vision to cognise who I was."I looked at my arms."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 chance to sop up his turncock, but he was going to sleep together me, too. He helped me up and I walked on debile and trembling legs to the car and was leaned over the bonnet. He came up behind me and tapped my feet on the inside to encourage more legal separation. I knew there was no issue with my puss being set up, I could find the moisture. After the in the beginning orgasm, sucking man-cock for the first time ( and a large one ), and being surprised to be exposed to a commuter train, I was ready for anything, physically and emotionally.

He placed his cock at my slit, rubbing the capitulum up and down along the length of my lips, he found my hole and pressed in. I gasped at the feel of his gravid cock school principal, so dissimilar than the tapered cocks of the bounder. I moaned at the feel of it as he pressed his cock deeper into me, pulling out a few in and pressing back in further until I felt his hips against my bare butt. I felt filled with stopcock. It was more than I could have imagined. The knot is filling, but this was filling for the stallion length and it was blowing my mind as he quickly settled into a tranquil cycle of fucking.

My psyche was on my forearms, he was now pounding into me with more force-out. My tits were squashed into the bonnet of the car, still a little warm from the drive here. It was delicious and I wasn't sure I could wait 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 ready ?"

"No, I want to fuck you more. Cum, Deepti ! Cum for me."

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

As the locomotive engine flashed by and the passenger motorcar after it, the interference was deafening and drowned out my cry of delight and X as my climax crashed over me. When my 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 motion with mine and compounding the energy of the piece of tail. My mammilla felt like they were on fire, erect and pressed into the ardent metallic element of the car, the fucking making my tits rub over the aerofoil. I slipped a hired man between my body and the car, rubbing my clit as the cock inside me pounded into me with ever new force and purport. As I felt his turncock erupt, spewing his cum into me, I spasmed around his cock, another orgasm taking custody of my body.

CHAPTER SEVEN :

After the adventure with Swapnil, Mr. Iyer and I dispensed with the use of texting and accepted talking with the same earpiece. He continued to beleaguer me with little challenges around the apartment and locality. In the apartment, I would put the phone on speaker and he would direct me using his own resource of what it looked like.

He seemed to be using the days immediately after the car ride for gentler manoeuvre and I had the tactual sensation he was nervous about what my chemical reaction might be after that experience. I assured him that despite my initial disappointment about not having a dog, I was fine with everything that had happened and desired more. I was intrigued by what his mind had come up with both in the park and the recent experience. I finally was able-bodied to convince him I was nervous to have more of whatever he devised.

One day, he had me standing in forepart of the mirror using magazine on my nipples and clitoris. They stung, but I told him I found it erotic and stimulating. Encouraged, he had me add more to my cunt lips. He then expressed his ruefulness that he couldn't see what it looked like. I asked him for patience and awkwardly walked to the closet to retrieve the camera. It had a timer purpose, 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 image and took a couple more, adjusting the angle. I took the camera to the computer, downloaded it, then uploaded the images to the phone. I sent him a text with two of the images, one was a closeup of the snip on my cunt lips and button. He was delighted, which made me pleased.

Later, I took the images off the computing device, transferring the eternal sleep to the phone. As I busied myself with that task, it occurred to me how happy and quenched 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 lifetime, even remotely, that appreciated my efforts to satisfy him. A man I didn't really know very well was giving me a sense of atonement and achievement my own hubby didn't seem capable of giving me.

Another time, he asked me to lubricate the handle to my hairbrush and work it into my ass. How obscene. But, I did it and eagerly. No issue the asking, I felt a strong and compelling desire to dispatch it for him. If I could, I would get a photo as I did with the brushwood sticking out of my ass.

I started taking photo of myself to station to him. It might just be a selfie in the mirror or a timed pic in some pose. I took a photo wearing a sheer sari with aught 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 feel that every day.

He came back with another hypnotism for an experience with the car. I would be picked up at the same location, I should wear down the Sami turnout, and expect the use of the mask, again. I asked, but he would have no further inside information. He did not look to be person who was satisfied with duplicating the same experience twice in a row. Even in the Park, he used different dogs or different teases. I didn't think the two times in the car would be a duplicate, either. He was going to provide something different and the secret of that heightened the anticipation for me. I was sure this time would somehow let in a dog.

The car stumble followed the same convention as the first fourth dimension. I was a little disappointed to bump the car only had Swapnil driving. I had speculated that the something different this time might have been the involvement and attendance of Mr. Iyer. Not that there was anything about Swapnil that could make any disappointment.

I was given the mask, which I put on as I seated myself into the back stern. As we approached the ingress to the Western superhighway, I caught Swapnil's middle in the rearview mirror and he simply nodded. That seemed like a lot to accept from one premature meeting, but I was anticipating the Same instruction to dispatch my saree and top. I smiled at him, leaned forward to pull in 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 time than I had been the previous time.

I thought about how to more easily remove the saree in the rear backside of a moving car since the struggles of last time. I shifted to my knee on the border of the back can with my butt toward the presence and pulling the ass edges above my knees. I then was able to deplume the tucks from the belt around my shank and divulge the sari stuff from me. I piled the fabric against the unexpended side of the arse, the passenger English, and fell back into office in the middle of the seat. I opened my legs all-embracing to his gaze as he adjusted the mirror a little Sir Thomas More to see further down.

I giggled,"Like this, Sir ?"

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

"There is nothing ‘ simply'about you, Swapnil. I can already see that although you serve Mr. Iyer, it is not from a position of impuissance, but perhaps from devotion or loyalty ?"

A voice intruded from the dash of the car. Unknown to me, the Bluetooth had been activated."You are right, my dear. Swapnil is far from a watery servant. Although he does serve me, he is most importantly my most trusted, and sometimes argumentative, master advisor."

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

"You will have to await, my lamb. We wouldn't want to ruin the surprise. But, are you masturbating for Swapnil, Deepti ?"

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

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

There was a chuckle from the flair speakers,"I believe she uses the terminal figure ‘ cunt ’."I blushed stronger as Swapnil's eyes held mine for a moment. With all the chatter about me and my bitch, I didn't achieve an orgasm this fourth dimension, but I was certainly fix for anything. In fact, besides hoping for a dog, I was hoping for another yoke with Swapnil. His rooster was brilliant 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 belittled roads, I sat up in anticipation of our address. We were indeed approaching the same remote area with the railroad train tracks. I noted by the clock on the dash that the timing was very similar to the previous time.

After opening the gate, driving through, reclosing the logic gate, and stopping the car in nearly the precise spot as live clip, I accepted Swapnil hand as an assistance in getting out of the back buttocks. I looked across the water to see people working in the test rice paddies. The bridge deck was still roaring with traffic and the train running lay before us as if a reminder of what they could carry at any moment.

Swapnil came up behind me, slipped his arms around my shank, and I leaned back into him. The hold out clock time it was all about the sexual act, there was little gentle touch. This felt good. I knew very well I was going to be sucking and fucking him, again. Doing it all in public and exposed to those who might happen to see even if from too far a distance for identification or too quickly passed for credit. But, still, I was in this man's arms, his bridge player slowly and gently moving over my raw presence, one bridge player down toward my genital organ but not quite reaching, the early cupping my tit before taking the nipple between his finger and thumb. He squeezed the nipple and I mewed softly. He bent over so his other hand could reach down into my crotch, a finger's breadth slipping between the protruding brim. He raised the finger up to my mouth and I sucked my own succus off his fingerbreadth. I turned my cheek up to him and we kissed.

I turned in his munition and his paw caressed my binding to my butt. We continued to snog and he picked me up, my branch instinctively wrapping around his pelvis. He walked me to the bonnet of the car effortlessly and set my butt down on the warm metal. He laid me back across the hood and kissed from my backtalk to my throat, to my chest and tits. He spent minutes kissing and sucking my tits and teat. My back arched at the aid I had never before feel. A man was loving my body !

When his buss left my nipples 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 backtalk and tongue steadily descended over my abdomen and pubic cumulus to the top of my cunt and clitoris, I moaned so gaudy I thought it might draw attention from the worker except for the hollo of the dealings above. He slid his hands underneath my articulatio genus and raised them up, then pushed them apart. I raised my head in utter blow at what he was doing. His mouth was covering my dripping cunt, his knife playacting inside and out, flicking at my overindulge clitoris, then covering that clit with his backtalk and sucking hard. 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 marvellous, too heavenly to want it to stop. His tongue stiffened and pressed into my cunt. God ! How … how does he do that ? Men do this ? I want a man like this.

There was an vacuum. One import, my cunt was covered by lovesome and attentive pleasuring and the next moment, it was gone. Emptiness and longing took its home. I opened my eyes, unfocused and directionless.

"Is she make, Swapnil ?"

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

I took it this was Mr. Iyer. Venkat Iyer looked every bit the successful man of affairs he claimed to be, but the respect and considerateness Swapnil showed him was an even bigger indicator to me than his appearance. He had a kindly, aristocratical, fatherly face. He looked to be in his early on 60's and stood a few inches taller than Swapnil. He carried his weight well, but it was observable that a animation of business and part had added some Irish pound to his frame. His hair was quite grey and receding. He combed it neatly to his ripe face. A small moustache was below his nose. He wore wire-framed glasses. Like Swapnil, he wore smartness quagmire and buttoned shirt open at the neck.

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

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

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

"I don't know if I have enjoyed a fair sex so much as she."He looked into my optic."Perhaps it is her maturity. She has a real organic structure, doesn't she ? Her bend as enticing. I think you are counterbalance, Swapnil, a sexual goddess seems seize with a lilliputian encouragement."

He came up between my ramification, knack over and kissed my puss. 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 contribution of me that seemed to have got his attention, the most secret part of a woman.

He put his hands out to me. I took them and he assisted me down from the bonnet of the car. He pulled me into his weaponry and whispered into my ear,"Thank you, dear Deepti. I am dreary 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 delight a more ripe woman."He held my eyes."You've been very receptive to everything present tense to you, so far. Are you ready for Sir Thomas More ?"

I nodded and stepped into him, putting my arms around his neck."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 listen that."During this prison term, Swapnil had disappeared behind the car and was removing two thickly blankets and spreading them on some nearby tall grass. Mr. Iyer saw where my eyes were watching."Yes, my lamb. Have you ever been fucked three multiplication in one seance, Deepti ? Would you like to be ?"

My mouth dropped unfastened, then formed into a full smile. 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 incline of my face against his chest of drawers."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 principal to engage his eyes, unaware that Swapnil had completed the arrangement of the blankets and was watching and listening to our telephone exchange."Sir, I feel I am at a precipice in my life. My life has been unsatisfying and frustrating, but it was the life I had. You've shown me things, made me feel things, so many things, that are beyond my ability to state. The bare desires I felt born from my frustration to have matured into cravings I don't know what bounds might exist for them. I don't understand what is happening to me or where all this will lead me in spirit, but at these import, these experiences are what I need."

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

He guided me gently to the cover. I looked at him and Swapnil standing side by English. They were also wearing masks now and I remembered the trains. Nothing was said or indicated. I simply dropped to my knees in movement of them. I moved my men to Mr. Iyer's whang buckle, first. I undid his belt, his slacks clasp and slide fastener, then pulled his pants and underwear off his hip joint and down his legs. I did it quickly and without fanfare. I looked up at his face and smiled at him. His cock was uncircumcised, also. Although not nearly as long as Swapnil's, it was longer than my husband's, the only other cock I had any experience with. I raised his cock with one helping hand and licked the underside of it from base to top. I put the top into my lip and began sucking on it. I pulled my lip off, displume the foreskin back to expose the head, and returned my sassing to suck on the exposed head. I heard him puff, his paw 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 time. Then, I moved back and Forth River between the two men, sucking and licking each until I had two hard cocks standing before me.

I sat back on my dog, my genu separated to show my cunt and looked up at the two of them."Sirs, would you like to cum in my sassing ? Or, would you like to cum inside me ? Consider me yours. How may I delight you ?"

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

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

"And Sheru ?"

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

He motioned me to lie on the blankets."I want to search into your eyes as I fuck you, Deepti."I was on my back, my knees bent and feast open. I held my coat of arms out to him and he knelt between my legs and aimed his hard cock to my cunt, moving the head up and down until he found my fix and pressed into me.

I gasped at his incursion. Opening my heart to incur him supported above me on his arms, 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 charwoman, my beloved. Your husband is a fool."

I wrapped my ramification around his waist and pulled his fount to mine and we kissed. I didn't want to think about my hubby. I only want these two men … and the dog.

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

Before the survive time at this shoes, Mr. Iyer had questioned me at length about the aegis I might be using. He was touch because we were a sexless marriage. He didn't want to infix Swapnil as a spouse for me if there was a opportunity of my getting meaning. I had laughed. Although his family had blamed me for being infertile, it was a relief to Prakash and it was at his pressure that I had my underground tied to reject the possibleness in the future. Once fully immersed in his disunite life, the last-place matter he felt he needed was suddenly having a family involved. Such was my existence.

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

Swapnil had his own idea of what he wanted to do. With my limited photo to sex and position, he lay on his back. 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 thought and did as he instructed. I sighed as his turncock penetrated me and continued to suspire as I sat down completely.

"Oh, my God ! How tremendous !"

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

I smiled as I raised up, then sank back down. Over and over. I loved this placement. Then, he added more,"There are many positions, Deepti. Move your feet in social movement of you and angle back to me."I felt his hands support my backbone as I continued to surface and miserable, this placement causing middleman in new ways."Now turn around without losing my cock."I looked over my shoulder as if to challenge the education, but I did as he directed. It was so strange to feel him as I twisted around. Then he had me lean back as he held my mitt. Then he pulled my feet alongside his head and I leaned back onto his legs. His cock pressed hard against my abdomen.

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

"variant of positions."He had me sitting facing him, leaning over his human face."There are hundreds of positions and variations."

He thrust into me and I came, I exploded. I dropped my consistency onto his and buried my face into his shirt. Just then, the commuter train train blasted its trump and roared past times us. That ignited a second explosion inside me and my clenching cunt brought him to climax.

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

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

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

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

I felt movement and new audio near. Without raising my foreland off Swapnil's bureau, I found Mr. Iyer's wooden leg and pes and the golden fur of Sheru seating side by side to him. The scent of sex, even outside, must receive been potent because the tip of his turncock was peeking from his case. I raised myself to sit on Swapnil's hip. His cock had fully shrunk and only the head of it was still in my cunt. As soon as I moved, though, it too slipped out. As it slipped from my grasping pickle, I attempted to squeeze with the muscular tissue, bringing a smile from him.

I moved off Swapnil and sat on my heels in straw man of the dog and Mr. Iyer. I patted my thighs and Mr. Iyer released him to amount to me. I buried his head into my au naturel organic structure, my weaponry around his neck as I petted and stroked his physical structure, his tush 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 aspect, my hand moving over his belly. After the previous experiences with the Canis familiaris, my action mechanism was much less probationary. My fingers quickly moved over the case, stroking the slope and holding it in my hand.

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

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

"So, you have never actually seen a woman with a dog ?"I looked up at him with the fingers of one mitt stroking the sheath of his dog and the other fondling my own tit. My eyes felt glazed with renewed lust. He shook his head. I smiled and dropped my attention back to the dog.

My lingua found the tip of his let on cock tip and I licked off the drop of precum forming there. I put my brim over the tip and sucked more out and feeling the hammer growing as I did it. I slid the cock into my mouth the in or so until I felt the fir of his sheath. I pulled back and pushed down over it, over and over, taking More tool in the process. When I was satisfied, I pulled my mouth off and gazed at the crimson cock. Without looking at either of the men and mumbling more than speaking, I confessed a new building desire.

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

I didn't wait for a response, 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 feet and sniffed my ass. He gave me a few cursory licks, then was quickly on my back, his pelvic arch thrusting at me. My hand moved to assist him and even the feel of the cock sliding over my palm was thrilling. Like a Pavlovian trigger, the feeling on my laurel wreath triggered the expectation of penetration and my physical and vocal reception. I would not cause been surprised if my bitch didn't yawn open in the anticipation of the cock.

I gasped and moaned with the initial penetration, then pressed back into him as he repositioned his grip around my waistline and drive deeper into me. Then, as his phrenetic, a****listic mating behavior fully engaged, I heard the exclamation from both men as they watch the dog take over the mating ritual. My head sagged on my shoulders. When my oculus slit exposed, I was again aware of how my tits swung underneath me as the dog fiercely pounded my cunt with his rooster. The forceful and dominating fucking served to wake the remaining ontogenesis required for his cock. I felt it grow inside me and felt the greyback forming. At number one, I felt something tumid pushing between my lips, then it was too large and was caught outside banging against my cunt. I pressed back at him as he pressed and forced his exploit at me. The dog tool is good for fucking. The knot is entirely unlike, hitting slur inside me that only it can with regularity. The international nautical mile was a terrific part of fucking a dog and an experience I knew I could never fatigue of.

When his greyback stretched me wide and finally pushed in, my mind and weed were singularly focused on that achievement. The moment of entry sent me into climax, an orgasm I was told had me shouting and screaming my reaction, but it was drowned out by the passing of the next commuter train railroad train. I only became cognizant of the wagon train as the concluding cable car were passing. The sudden awareness was shocking and intense and resulted in another orgasmic crest crashing over me even before the premature one had ebbed.

Several days later, I was sitting on a judiciary in Sundar Nagar Garden next to the football athletic field. I was watching the match. A young player from the far English had just sent a foresightful liberty chit toward the movement of the destination and his teammate soared into the air and executed a sodding header, sending the ball into the goal. I have long marveled at the physical skill some people possess. Mr. Iyer was sitting next to me pretending to read a newspaper while Swapnil sat on a bench across the walkway looking at his smartphone.

Without looking up from the paper, he casually commented to me,"If I never saw you with the blackguard again, Deepti, I would be eternally thankful for having witnessed it. The image is one I could replay in my mind in fine particular. But, I hope it is not the last time."

I glanced at him from the quoin of my heart."I hope not, too, Sir."

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

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

"You understand the condition ?"

I giggled nervously,"Yes, certainly, but I also understand why you have used it with me. I see now how my family unit had control over me and was able to dictate and manipulate my decisions and selection. I understand why my hubby's family was willing to settle on a miss from my backcloth. I would be easily controlled and manipulated to function the motive of my husband."

He was nodding, still seeming to be engrossed in some narration in the paper."I am guessing that despite the discourse you receive from your husband and your growing craving for sexual gratification, you still maintain an orderly and efficient home for him."I nodded."But, you don't feel whole, fulfilled, do you, Deepti ?"I shook my headway. My eyes moistened and I looked away from the mate, my eyes not focused on anything. He was right, I didn't palpate any fulfillment in my life. 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 manus moved to my arm and gently touched it."Deepti, a submissive is fulfilled by pleasing and serving, but there is also a deep need to be respected and honored in the procedure. Without that, it might as well be a servant's job."

I looked directly at him and he put the theme down on his lap."That is the way I feel. You understand, don't you ? You have for a long 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 responsibility is to my husband ? Are you saying this has been an intriguing lark, but it can't continue ?"

I couldn't bear to look at him in instance his answer was the dreaded response I didn't want to get wind. But, I heard his voice light, but house, in ascendance,"Are you dressed appropriately for our meeting ?"My eyes opened wide-eyed. I was wearing a sari with a top, but underneath I was not wearing a bra or panties or underskirt. I looked up smiling and nodded. I was also blushing, not because of the admission but because of the belief of prediction. I glanced at Swapnil and saw the sort, friendly, and caring smile lighting up his look."I have no desire to end this, Deepti. Quite the opposite, in fact. I want to impress this family relationship forward, but I think to make a motion it forward would take some changes in your life."

"What variety of changes ?"

He turned on the bench to look directly at me."Big modification. You want to be free to experience what is possible, don't you ? You are More than a beef, Deepti. Recently, you have shown that you could also be a slut."My expression showed my reaction."Do you doubt it ? I know your desire, craving for dogs. It was the heel that truly set you free. But, you have also shown you might crave the pleasures of men, as well, like a true slut. A submissive like you, Deepti, a bitch to heel and a loose woman to men, would be fun to run with."

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

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

I shook my read/write head."No, Sir. I mean, I don't know about the goddess part, but the idea he was expressing is exciting for me to imagine. But, it has been through your guidance …"I looked over to Swapnil …"and Swapnil's involvement, of course."

He smiled and nodded. Then, he became very serious and held my eyes with his."Deepti, do you want this to go along, even to raise ?"I nodded."Are you sure, Deepti ? To go on like this would become more restrictive and risky. It can be continued and grown but it would command the big changes I was referring to. To truly remain this satisfactorily we have to wreak this out of the tail. You are a char who needs strong control and direction."

"I'm not sure I understand."

He chuckled,"I know you don't. You are like a starter waiting to be groomed into being the slovenly woman and cunt you could be. That can't be done in a few hours at a clock time, a few time a week. It requires turning your lifetime over to it."

I looked up at him. I was stunned. When he said there would need to be alteration, I never thought he meant change at that grade. How could those alteration happen as a married fair sex afraid of what could go on ? Oh … my God ! Is he talking about leaving Prakash ?

"Sir, I can't leave …"

He put up his bridge player."I understand how important the sensing of your wedding is for you and your family. Though, I don't think that husband of yours deserves you. He is a jester to possess left you in this state that you should find yourself."

I stood and faced him while keeping a respectable separation between us in fount someone should note us."I don't understand, Sir. What can you possibly do to create a deviation beyond what we have been doing ?"

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

"Yes … I would want that, but how ?"

"Deepti, there is a saying : To live fully you have to experiment ; to sustain the ability to try out, you have to give self-confidence ; to have confidence, you have to be secure ; to be procure, 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 desire me this much, Deepti ? Do you trust me to not only to loose you up to see More of this while maintaining your marriage but do you hope me to control what you experience ? I am not offering you a love relationship, Deepti, this will be directing you into experiences."

"Yes, Sir. I do trust you with my being. However you think you can 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."

"trade good, excellent. I am excited, too, as I am trusted is Swapnil."He chuckled and glanced to his help who smiled. hold open that phone nearby. In the following day or two, I will call for a get together for it all to be explained."

"Yes, Sir."I was almost woozy, which on its human face seemed strange. I was almost vertiginous to truly become a submissive, controlled woman directed to increasing sexual experiences. But, I very definitely was.

He turned to leave, his eyes showing that he wanted to ease up me a parting kiss. After only a few stride, 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 hullabaloo,"Yes, Sir."

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