We recently moved into a new neighborhood. As I was rummaging around in the attic, I discovered a diary. Most of it was pretty naturalise clobber, but the finis few entrance got pretty juicy. Here's what I found :

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December 5th - Morning

As had become routine, my husband wiener flopped down at our kitchen table for a quickly breakfast. His fingers worked furiously on the projection screen of his ever-present phone, checking emails, schoolbook, and the recent stock statistic. Aside from wondering when his pledge and coffee tree might magically seem, I doubt he would even give noticed if I wasn't there. Like many a young ‘ trophy wife ’, my illusions of a fantasy union to a rich sure-enough guy had quickly evaporated in the first-class honours degree few months of our Union. I sighed, realizing that I had become relegated to simply another one of the many expensive furnishings that comprised ‘ Frank's Big Collection of Toys ’.

"I'm thinking about joining a gym,"I offered, trying to go bad the awkward secretiveness over the morning meal. Frank responded by holding up a dismissive hand as an incoming phone cry summoned his attending. I seethed quietly to myself, poking at my toast halfheartedly as Frank laughed uproariously at something in his telephone set conversation. I looked up expectantly, hoping he might share the humor, but he turned away in his chair, checking the clock on the wall and chuckling again.

Suddenly I flinched as I felt a moth-eaten wet nose prod at my stifle. I heard a tranquil whimper from below the kitchen table. I reached down and petted Shindo, our purebred Akita. As with everything else we owned, the big dog had set Frank back a small fortune. Yet Shindo was pretty much my dog since I was the only one who gave him any attention. The boatload of money Shindo had cost had done nil to assure a well-behaved beast. He was overly up-and-coming, with a penchant for getting into anything and everything. One of his most annoying traits was that he would score a bee-line for any unprotected groin, sniffing and prodding with his frigidness wet nose into the most intimate of places. We had to be on perpetual safety against his embarrassing trick if we had guests in the mansion.

But as I sat there at the kitchen table, marveling at the luxury train wreck my life had become, I was suddenly struck with a very naughty and rebellious notion. I smiled pleasantly at Frank as I meticulously buttered a piece of my toast. Under the tabular array, I allowed my ramification to part. Shindo was quick to arrogate upon the opportunity and I felt him wriggle his way between my legs. Still dressed in a bathrobe, I closed my naked thighs down in a receive embrace around the eager Akita, stifling a playful squeal as I felt his snout prod up against my panty clad crotch.

I squirmed in my arse, unsure of what would happen next. Whenever Shindo was in one of his crotch-diving temper we always chastised him or banished him from the room. Never had the canine been given dislodge rein, so this was unmapped territory for us both. His ardent breath washed across my tight fiddling whiteness panty. I choked back a giggle as his cold wet nose pressed into my lumbus, sniffing enthusiastically at the alluring smell he discovered there.

My meat was beating with a combination of fear and lustful turmoil. What if Frank noticed something imperfectly and discovered the juicy bow-wow between my legs ? I couldn't even ideate the embarrassment as I would have to try to excuse myself. I felt a red boot of shame creep its way up my face. I should put a stop to this immediately, I realized. I chewed nervously at my depleted lip, and then did the only reasonable thing. I slowly scooted forward to the boundary of my chair, spreading my wooden leg wide and allowing the odd Akita nonsensitive access.

Immediately his wet canine tongue caressed my panty-covered vaginal hummock. I clenched my teeth, holding in a lusty moan of passion. This was already more than intimate attending than I had received from Frank in months. I felt my panties quickly begin to moisten, absorbing both spit from Shindo's up-and-coming natural language and the steamy dampness oozing from my humid vaginal incision. My tight slippery twat -- neglected for far too long -- eagerly unfurled its sarcoid pink lips. The Akita dug deeper, lured by the irresistible flavor. Pressing his snoot harder into my lascivious cleft, Shindo worked his crude tongue against the slender cotton barrier, pushing the private parts of my panties up into my snug little cunt. I gripped the edge of the table with both hired hand, fighting the penury to thresh about my legs in response to simmering sexual urge that were quickly coming to a boil.

The Akita nipped gently at my panty-covered pussy sassing and I shuddered, giving in to the inevitable coming. My breathing became ragged and despairing, and suddenly my articulatio coxae bucked of their own accordance. The joints of the chair creaked alarmingly, but hotdog didn't seem to notice. The sinew in my thighs clenched and trembled as a convulsive spasm gripped my cuckoo. Barely in control of my torso, I ground my hips in a slow, sensual motion in the kitchen chair as Shindo eagerly consumed the syrupy wetness that flooded through the cotton wool genital organ of my panties. I closed my legs tightly around the Akita's furry head, wrapping him in a loving embracing as orgasmic rippling vibrated through the depths of my screwing slot. Then, in a final spasm, I rocked my head back and pressed my loins eagerly forward against the canine's talented snout. My hair's-breadth whipped in a cascade of blonde and I dared to let my hands slip from the tabular array and caress my naked upper thighs. Dragging my fingers up over my tummy, I sensuously squeezed my breasts, pinching my aching nipples through the sonant screening of my robe.

Then -- finally -- I felt the wonderful sensations in my zany Menachem Begin to bumble. Small post-orgasmic microseism continued to show as Shindo maintained a stiff calendar method of birth control with his talented cunt-licking clapper. Despite his up-and-coming travail, the flood of honied fluids poured through my panties faster than he could lap them up. I felt a warm, mucilaginous pool Begin to form on the seat of the chair, soaking my panties from below. The scent of wet cunt butter hung heavily in the air, overwhelming the mundane breakfast olfactory modality of coffee and pledge.

"Well, time to go,"Frank announced, ending his conversation and rising from the table. I jerked in shock and then looked at him, slack-jawed and with shiny eyes, trying to go back from my sexually-induced stupor. He took no observation of my tussled hair, red-faced expression, or panting breathing time as he gathered his keys and briefcase and headed out to his car. I heard the service department door cycle and the engine of his Mercedes growling to life history. The audio of the car receded as the reflexive garage door rattled shut. I sat there at the kitchen table in my cum-soaked panty as Shindo continued to diligently work his tongue in my panty crotch. A singled tear rolled down my cheek as I stared ahead into nothingness.



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Dec 6th - dayspring

weenie arrived at breakfast, his telephone once again his steadfast fellow as I faded into the desktop of his world. I however felt a renewed sense of fervor."I still thinking about joining that gym,"I blurted, looking to Frank for some sorting of recognition. It was a standard day as he granted me a barely perceptible nod as he pecked out an email."It's one of those all-lady gyms, just in pillowcase you're worried about that,"I continued. wienerwurst's full lack of response suggested that he wasn't overly concerned.

"well, let's see what form of dainty we have for breakfast today,"I remarked mostly to amuse myself. I suppressed a grin, given that the spread on the table was the same fare as every day -- coffee and toast. However, the bedcover under the table today was slightly different. Shindo was uncharacteristically well behaved, sitting patiently under the table. It was almost as if he and I were co-conspirators in our juicy little secret. But as I spread my peg he quietly rose to his feet and worked his way between my diffuse, creamy thigh. Today he found no step-in barrier separating him from my girlish charms. Instead he found me moist and expectant, my naked, ruffled pussy sassing already unfurled with rousing. Perched on the sharpness of the electric chair, I spread my leg, causing my cunt to yawn open for him. Looking down I saw a trickle of my buttery sauce ooze out, trailing down to the level on a shimmering drool of vaginal fluid. The big dog intercepted the slowly descending streamer on his tongue, licking his chops in anticipation.

Then Shindo dove into the chief grade. His crude wet knife embraced the lips of my goof, savoring the tasty electric discharge glistening on my pink flesh. Licking me clean, he pulled back, his jawbone working as he relished the lingering tang. As a test, I attempted to deflect him with a minuscule corner of toast. Normally he was up for any little morsel, but the expectant dogtooth completely ignored it. He had obviously acquired a preference for the gustatory modality of larder pussy muffin instead. I popped the piece of toast in my mouth and chewed as the Akita pushed his snout back against my twat. I squirmed as his cold olfactory organ made contact with my clit. His glossa teased my heavy little nub of joy and I gave a subdued gasp in reaction. Then his oral process slipped lower, working its way into the clutching tunnel of my cunt. cubital joint on the mesa, I interlaced my digit and rested my mentum on my hands, trying to asseverate a world-weary reflexion as respective inches of wet dog tongue wriggled up into my nasty little cunt.

The Akita attempted to explore every hidden nook and crevice of my clutching pink vaginal folds, turning his furry head this way and that to tap every angle. I had never imagined that a doggie glossa was so incredibly long -- or maneuverable. But it was a discovery that I enjoyed with lewd pleasure. And then, just as I thought that the eyetooth had finally achieved the ultimate limit point of his viva reach, I felt his furry snout begin to pry its way into my slit. I gulped in horror, realizing that the animal seemed intent on fucking me with his cheek. I groaned at the adept but then started to let down my hands to perpetrate his schnozzle back out of my goose. But then I flinched, quickly resuming my chin-on-hands pose as Frank looked up and favored me with a rarefied but disinterested glance. I reached down with trembling hands and retrieved my cup of java, desperately attempting to wield a normal expression as a bonnie portion of the Akita's snout tunneled its way into my quivering cunt.

I set the cup down in its saucer, a rattling noise filling the kitchen as the two spell of chinaware clattered together under my shaking fingers. I squirmed in my chair, trying to accommodate the unbelievable stretching star in my kitty. Then Shindo's glossa lashed out once again, digging its way into previously unexplored regions of my lusty roll in the hay sleeve. I could feel the wet tip of his tongue deeply embedded, devouring the sticky outpouring that oozed in an unstoppable current from my fleshy vaginal bosom. It felt as if the rapacious beast was only a few inches short of slipping his eager clapper into the scuttle of my womb. Accepting that mental image as a challenge I spread my limber second joint even wider and gently pressed my articulatio coxae forward onto his honker. The Akita seemed to sense my wanton need, responding with a forceful get-up-and-go of his own.

A glistening lustre of perspiration broke out on my frontal bone, betraying the effort of our obscene interaction. The collaborative physical exercise paid off, and another two inches of furred canine snout were press-fit into my grasping minuscule cunt. But then, just as I was expecting his clapper to sum up its lecherous geographic expedition, the Akita pulled back, withdrawing his snout from my twat and leaving me gaping and in a heroic State Department of defeat. Then I heard Shindo puff a desperate breathing place and I realized the reason for his actions. The miserable doggie was unable to breath with his snout deeply buried in the depths of my tight wet goose. The Akita's side of meat heaved as he replenished his oxygen supply.

I gazed down at the eye tooth with business concern but he appeared to be recovering. Then with renewed vigor he licked the thick foam of cunt cream from his jowls and burrowed his way back into my creamy tunnel of lust. I bit my lower lip as he stretched me to new limits. A strangled moan of heat almost escaped my lips. His gazed up at me with an implicit admixture of dogtooth dearest and lust. His nozzle was buried so deep that his iniquity soulful eyes stopped just short-circuit of my widely stretched glistening twat mouth. deep in the depths of my pussy I felt his tongue upsurge Forth, wriggling and twisting as it burrowed its way into the far reaches of my grasping wet embrace.

Suddenly I trembled, feeling the tip of his wriggling clapper breach the entryway to a new region of my dead body. The onset of my coming was mental, overwhelmed by the realization that I had the tip of a naughty doggy tongue tickling the entrance to my womb. I barely managed to buy the farm back a delirious scream of ecstasy, throttling it back to a barely hearable growl of animalist mania. Then my puss contracted in a powerful spasm and my articulatio coxae bucked in rapid chronological succession, burying even more of Shindo's magnanimous schnoz in my alarmingly over-stretched twat. I fought a heroic battle to hold control of my consistence, lest I fall to the level flopping like a fish in the grip of my orgasmic muscular contraction. My metacarpophalangeal joint turned whiten as I gripped the sharpness of the table and hung on in despair. I bit my down lip as my protracted orgasm caused my pussycat to clench down over and over, grasping at the Akita's deeply embedded snout and lingua. Shindo rode me like an expert, moving with my every buck and twist, unrelenting in his oral attention. My thighs quivered in a sinewy cramp as I closed them tightly around the headland of my furry booster. Finally, with a quiet pant, I suddenly relaxed as the last of my orgasm was wrung from the flexing tissues of my twat.

Shindo withdrew, panting and desperate for a renewed influx of air. My pussy gaped shamelessly and a seeming river of melted cunt butter poured from my open fuck expansion slot. The milky discharge dripped freely and clung to both of my inner second joint in a shimmering coating. I blinked, trying to focus on Frank as he sat in his chair, still aim on his all-important text message. A growing puddle of simmering snatch emollient grew on the floor between my fundament, but Shindo was spry and eager to lap up all the incriminating evidence.

Frank rose and headed off to work, oblivious as usual.

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December 6th - Afternoon

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

I had brought some physical exertion clothes with me, so I went into the locker room and changed. I felt a little chagrined, wearing my old"hello Kitty"play bra from richly school. But I figured I could buy some new geartrain once I got a horse sense of what was considered fashionable around here. Stepping back out of the locker way, I surveyed the Brobdingnagian array of gym equipment, not sure where to start up. There was a Jazzercise class in session, so I went over to watch, just trying to get a feel for everything.

As I was standing there, I suddenly felt a mien side by side to me. Standing to my right was a beautiful redhead, dressed in very short shorts and a frayed-out cut-off Rolling Stones tee shirt. She was in her former twenties and stood a span inches taller than my five foot five height."I feel like a kid in a candy store,"she remarked, gazing out on the solicitation of prancing girls in an array of sweats, drawers and tight yoga pants. I felt a bit self-conscious. I was a trim one hundred and fifteen pounds, but was feeling a bit soft and wiggly compared to the knockout, tilt physical structure on display in the class.

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

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

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

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

Maggie drifted her attention back to the exercise class for a moment, and then turned back to me."vexer,"she replied."Do you require to come eat my puss ?"

My humble jaw dropped, thinking I must not have heard her correctly. She saw my face of shock and a red bang of embarrassment began to creep up her facial expression."Oh my god,"she stammered."I'm so blue ! You're not one of Lydia's young woman, are you ? It's just that ... Oh, dammit, it's just that you're wearing that ‘ Hello pot'fun bra ... All of Lydia's girls always wear a pink ‘ how-do-you-do Kitty ’. It's kind of like the secret handshake around here ... So I just thought ... Dammit ! Please, I am so sorry,"Maggie stammered in neural apology.

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

Maggie bit her small lip, looking down at the trading floor like a naughty schoolgirl, nodding."Please,"she begged,"I didn't mean anything by it. It was just a fault, that's all ... Like I said, all of Lydia's missy always wear that ‘ Hello kitten'logo like you have on, and you're so cute, so I just thought you ..."She looked like she was going to cry.

I felt a strange feeling washing over me, similar to that mother wit of revolt I had felt when I first let my barker Shindo clout my panty at the breakfast table. I felt butterfly stroke in my stomach as I wrestled with the conflicting cerebration awash in my thinker. Taking Maggie's manus in mine, I leaned in finish."Shhh ... It's ok."I whispered. A grateful expression washed over her.

I paused, fearing that this was one of those potentially magic present moment, and it was balanced on the boundary of slipping away forever. I swallowed, trying to gather my courage."I ... ah ... I'm not one of Lydia's ... you know ... girls,"I stammered nervously."But do you believe that ... maybe ... you could teach me ?"I swallowed again, feeling a boot of embarrassment rise up my grimace. Had I just done that ? Had I just propositioned a lesbian at the gym ? Well, I guess that was one way to make an interesting printing right off the bat. I felt my heart beating in my bureau as I looked deep into her middle, visually pleading for her to not reject me."Please ..."I urged her in a pleading whisper."Teach me how to ... to eat out your reasonably picayune pussy."

A encompassing smiling crossed Maggie's nerve and she nodded eagerly, taking my hand in tow and leading me across the gym. After my dog Shindo's beat oral treatment of my pussy this dawning, I certainly had a few ideas in my head, but resolved myself to letting Maggie teach me the proverbial forget me drug.

Reaching the front desk, Maggie asked Lydia in an arouse whisper,"Can we get a key to a massage elbow room ?"Lydia looked at us in disarray."A case of mistaken identity element,"Maggie explained, gently tracing her fingerbreadth across the ‘ hullo puss'image printed across the left titty of my summercater bra."But we got it sorted out, so now Suzy here is officially ‘ in training ’. You two can peach later and work out the details."Lydia scowled, shooting Maggie a disapprove facial expression. Then she reluctantly handed over a key, saying nix. I could severalize she was not thrilled about Maggie's unsolicited recruiting efforts.

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December 6th - Later that Afternoon

"First time with Maggie ?"Lydia inquired with a knowing smirk as I approached the straw man sideboard at the gym about an minute later to return her key. A flower of shame rushed up my expression.

"First fourth dimension -- with any miss,"I whispered, running my fingers through my wet and matted hair. Lydia gave me a knowing smile, having apparently gotten over her originally temper."That girl is a bit of a squirt gun,"she acknowledged with a mischievous smiling. I let the understatement stand without foster gossip, looking down at the broad, wet splatter of distaff interjection that stained most of the nominal head of my summercater bra with Maggie's signature scent.

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

"I think so,"I acknowledged quietly, trying to ignore my subconscious mind as it offered up words like ‘ tribade, prostitute, and whore ’. Checking around to see if anyone else was within listening length, I continued."Maggie paid me sixty dollars. Your cut for anything that happens at the gym is one-third. Anything outside the gym is my own business. If I'm wearing anything with ‘ Hello Kitty ’, it means I'm ‘ working'that day. If anyone starts asking nosy question, I'm out, and you don't know nada. Oh, and the customer is always right."

Lydia gave a slight nod of her head teacher as I recited each point from memory."Clever girl,"she praised, gesturing towards my fistful of bills with a movie of her fingers. I peeled off the least gummy twenty one dollar bill bill for her and tucked the residuum into my air pocket."Welcome to the gym,"Lydia offered

Just then Maggie strolled by, a fountain in her step and looking immensely satisfied. He gave my ass a playful slap as she passed. She paused, leaning over counter with a susurration to my new ‘ boss ’."That's a prize small bitch, there Lydia. You put that girl and her magic lingua to work for you !"

I blushed fiercely at the compliment and gave her departing public figure a wave as the strawman door banged shut. I turned and headed for the showers, realizing that I was going to need to invest in a whole lot more ‘ how-do-you-do Kitty'workout dress if I planned on presenting a fresh appearing for each new customer during the day. But for today there was nothing to be done but simply muddle through. I went back over to the exercise room, seeing what new attention I might attract in the crowd of girls ...

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December 9th - Morning

Frank left early this dayspring, not having bothered to tell me in advance about a week-long line of work slip he had scheduled. I couldn't find the motive to get up for breakfast, thinking I would just sleep in. But I was awakened with a soft canine whine. I turned on the nightstand light and there was Shindo, his eyes just seeable over the edge of the bed, looking at me with an expectant wag of his posterior. The big Akita had definitely become a fan of our new morning time routine and after an inexplicable delay he had come up to see when his daybreak breakfast"kickshaw"would be delivered. I groaned and rolled over, reaching out to give him a lazy scribble on the neck.

The Akita was not appeased with my elbow grease. With an effortless edge, the huge dog leapt up onto the bed, causing the chassis to screak under the impact."Shindo ! Naughty Doggy !"I chastised, half-heartedly trying to shoo him back off onto the floor. He resisted and I giggled at the game."Well, at to the lowest degree you came to wish me a happy natal day,"I sighed sadly. I had hoped in vain that frankfurter might have left a circuit card, flower, or a present for my 21st, but found no evidence of any such efforts.

Shindo barked and lunged at me teasingly and we tussled in the concealment. I shrieked in surprise as I tumbled from the bed, dragging a maze of binding, pillows, and a barking Akita with me as I fell. Laughing I squirmed to bring out myself from the snare of the blankets wound around my leg. As I struggled to get onto my hands and knees I suddenly felt a gravid weight state on my back. Shindo wrapped his furry front end paws around my naked trunk. I felt something rigid and fleshy prodding insistently at the cotton private parts of my pantie as the large Akita jostled for position on my upturned prat. I glanced over at the full length mirror on the closet door, seeing Shindo mounted on my book binding. His furry haunches ground against my firm little panty-clad rump.

He pulled back for a moment and I gasped at the reflected image. The Akita was sporting a huge erection ! It was every bit of eight inches in length, and looked to be as thick as my wrist. A long, slimy drop of pre-cum dangled from the fleshy tip. Shindo turned and looked at me in the mirror, our eyes meeting and locking in a meaningful exchange. Now I suppose that any reverential girl will tell apart you that she would ingest immediately put a stop to this obscene development. Honestly, I'll believe that when I see it. My hormones were raging from my gay woman face-off at the gym over the past various days. I had been too long ignored by a neglectful husband. There wasn't even much of a moral plight. One way or another, I was going to get my birthday fuck !

straining against the Akita's body weight unit I managed to rise to a kneel side. Shindo kept his nominal head paws tightly locked around my rib John Milton Cage Jr., hopping awkwardly on his hind legs as I shifted military position. His furry mitt clamped possessively around my body, just underneath my small strong pap. My nipples were perked into rigid little fleshy brown inwardness of lust. My fingers frantically reached for the waistband of my panty, dragging them down to my knees and exposing my rapidly moistening pussy. With a oink I dropped back down onto my custody and knee joint as the huge dog's weight once Sir Thomas More settled down onto my back. Shido squirmed, maneuvering himself into place. I wriggled my articulatio coxae in invitation. Carefully the Akita maneuvered the tip of his rooster into alinement, finding the opening to my quivering twat and easing himself just inside.

With graceful motion, Shindo pressed himself forward. Nearly half his stopcock slid into my cunt with a delectable friction. I groaned with passion, clenching my vaginal muscles, causing him to slowly drudge to a halt. He issued an stir bark, thrilled to discover that his human being female Friend had a wonderfully tight and fuckable goofball. He withdrew, fighting against the greedy, grasping embrace of my humid fuck burrow. Only the tip of his cock remained embed as he steadied himself. Then with a forceful lunge he thrust up and into me. I met him with a fleshly response of my own, urgently rolling my hips up and back. I grunted under the impact, my naked ass cheeks flattening as they pushed up tight against his furry haunches. With that vigorous thrust he was fully hilted, his wide round Lucille Ball dismissal pressed up tight against my vaginal backtalk.

He paused, jostling on my backrest as he adjusted his posture. Then, as if by mutual unspoken agreement, we both built up to a furious pace. He pounded me like a simple machine, his haunches a blur as he thrust and withdrew in a cycle of brutal, punishing fuck thrust. I moaned like a whore, bucking my hip joint frantically as I clenched my vaginal sinew, milking the length of his monumental putz. Our sexual coupling was barbarian, animalistic, and exactly what I desperately needed. I felt him grapple down harder around my rib cage, betraying the urgency of his motion. His jaws latched onto a patch of my long blond hair, yanking my foreland backwards and causing me to curve my thorn downward in response. My hips rolled upward, pressing my quivering pussy harder into his loins. My bitch lips rippled, clasping his pistoning cock in a slopped, loving embrace. Vaginal fluids drained from the stringent seal between my lips and his peter. A sweetie dribble oozed out and splattered down into the panties spanned between my knees. Soaking through the dilute cottony stuff they began to disperse a wet stain into the pricy Oriental rug beneath me.

Shindo lunged forward and held his posture, every last pounding inch of his massive cock socketed deep in my grateful footling pussy. He issued a hush whine and then I felt his cock knot set out to tumesce inside my slit. It was the vital moment. If I expelled him now I could free myself from this punishing sexual showdown. But I knew if I delayed, my fate would be sealed. Cunt and canine tooth would be coupled together until he unloaded his balls into the depths of my womb. There was really only one choice in the subject. I lowered my face to the carpet in a subservient perspective, pressing my hip back against him hard. The bare impudence of my business firm rump flattened as I ground myself against him. I clenched down tightly with my puss, making sure he had no chance to escape. My naked second joint trembled with big lust as I felt his naut mi carry on to swell. My pussy strained with the monumental stretch, the backtalk of my cunt bulging outward around his round, overweight anchor. His naut mi swelled to its maximal size, throbbing ominously within the straining sassing of my pussy. I was securely mounted and goose egg could separate us now.

Shingo let go of my whisker and raised his capitulum towards the ceiling. A extended ululation filled the elbow room, accompanied by my eager squeal of cacoethes. I felt his balls pull up tight against the widely splayed lips of my snatch, contracting in a powerful spasm. His dick swelled alarmingly within the confines of my tight little slit as a thundering load of hot dog cum raced down the length of his quill. I gasped, feeling him explode inside me. A geyser of doggy sperm rocketed into my vaginal tunnel, a tidal wave of frothing goo crop-dusting and splattering every last nook and crevice of my quivering pussy. I shrieked, feeling my cunt convulse in a powerful sexual climax. My rippling vaginal muscle clamped down tight on his invading calamus, milking him in a hefty grip as his cum cannon unloaded his minute eruption into my burden.

My orgasm raced through my body. I clenched my teeth as my vision blurred. My thigh and tummy shivered with lubricious delight as my kitty sassing seemed to writhe with a mind of their own. I even felt my tight minuscule asshole pucker in and out in a rhythmic series of orgasmic contractions, gaping open and then clenching tightly shut as I shuddered and gasped for breathing spell.

Shindo driving force again, raising my knee off the floor with the force of his lunge. A third natural spring of dog cum was forcefully delivered into my pussy. I felt the frail tissues begin to stretch, filled to the limitation with an overstuffing of cock and cum. The Akita's hammer swelled once to a greater extent, quivering in the bag of my orgasmic vaginal embrace as his balls pumped furiously. With no place left within my twat, his scalding gusher of cum boiled over into my uterus, coating my entrails with a soothing glaze of his sticky love potion. I was absolutely full to the brim. Shindo bucked his haunches again, seemingly tireless in his drive to interject his gooey seed into every stopping point crevice of my cunt. But I was finally overloaded. I felt my tummy swell as his prick pulsed, launching ever more foresightful stringy ropes of churning cum into my cunt. The sealskin of my clutching pussy lips around his throbbing cock gave way and a shower of frothing cum and vaginal juices gushed Forth River, splattering obscenely into my stiff scanty and onto the now ruined imported rug.

Shindo gave one net exhausted thrust and more rivulets of our mixed emollient drained from my exhausted slit. Then he collapsed on my rachis, both of our slope heaving as we desperately fought to regain our breathing place. As his breathing finally resumed normal he gave the back of my cervix a series of loving lap. Then he attempted to dismount. I held him firm, clutching down tightly with the warm embracing of my cubbyhole cunt, not wanting to recede that wonderful star of fulfillment. He conceded to my desires, resting heavily on my back as his tool Calidris canutus slowly subsided in the grip of my vaginal embrace. I felt his right philia trouncing and my own acquired his calendar method, throbbing as a single coupled beast. After what must let been nearly half an time of day his knot had finally deflated down to rule size. There was nothing I could do to halt the retreat of his softening stopcock as it slithered from my tender pussy. A shower of sticky fluid poured from my gaping ass jam as he withdrew, adding to the hopeless mark on the rug beneath me. current of our mix dismission oozed down my naked thighs as I basked in the fading afterglow.

Finally I rose, muscles aching from the ungainly position. I dragged the cum-drenched panties the remainder of the way off my legs and took a long soothing shower. I toweled off, feeling my twat continue to drain. I glanced at my cast out scanty on the floor, soiled wet with dog cum and vaginal goo. With a perverse common sense of laurels I tugged the ill-used pantie back on, wriggling my rose hip to firmly seat them. The gluey wet crotch library paste itself securely to my still tender vaginal mound. I inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of worn-out sex as it enveloped me in a intoxicating cloud. And then, throwing on a duet of lather and an old tee shirt, I went out to the mall, looking to further expand my stock list of ‘ hi Kitty'workout wear with some well-deserved birthday shopping.

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December 9th - Afternoon

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

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

After we finished our monetary commutation, Lydia motioned me into her office staff, closing the door behind us. She obviously wanted to say something, but seemed unsure of how to begin."How do you sense about ass ?"she finally inquired. I looked at her for a stunned here and now and then realized she must be leading up to some form of a joke.

"wellspring, I did get hitched with one,"I offered in an uncertain tone. Lydia laughed heartily in response.

But then her expression turned back to the serious. She licked her sassing, pausing in an awkward silence, trying to opt her words."I've had some ... ‘ extra petition'from some of the Lady at the gym ..."she began, trailing off at the end. I cocked an brow, curious as to what she was tap-dancing around. Taking a deep breathing space, she forged ahead."We used to let a girlfriend here who had a particular endowment that our exchange premium guest really miss. She was ... well, she had a bit of ... of an anal voodoo. So they were wondering if you ... I mean, no pressure, if that's not your thing, but I just thought I would throw it out there ..."She stopped there, looking at me expectantly.

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

"missy do that ?"I replied in astounded astonishment, trying to imagine such a thing."Gosh, ah, Lydia, I don't know ... I mean, I've never actually ... you know ... done that."I replied still in a nervous susurration.

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

I pondered that, ineffective to come up any flaw in her logic."Rimming"I asked in a peculiar still, never having heard the full term.

Lydia frowned, trying to image out how to best explain it. Suddenly her look brightened."Here, I'll show you,"she replied. Stepping to her reckoner she pulled up the internet and typed in a search for lesbian rimming. A shower of links for pictures and video filled the screen. I gasped at the vision, holding my hand over my mouthpiece in electrical shock."Pull up that one !"I urged breathlessly as a particularly pretty pair of girls caught my attention. After an in-depth investigating of various telecasting and numerous photos, Lydia closed the screen, much to my disappointment.

"Well, what should I enjoin them ?"she inquired."It usually pays about doubling what you're getting now."

I pondered my answer. The money sure was tempting. And I found myself more than a footling intrigued by the idea. But could I bring myself to do it in actuality ? I didn't want to make promises to Lydia and then observe my attainment were not up to the task."I'm just not trusted I would be serious at it,"I confessed."I mean, maybe if one of the girls were willing to let me try to learn ..."

Lydia considered this, her head working as to who might serve well as a willing tutor. As her genial wheel turned, I found my regard drawn down to the rounded swell of her hips. She was wearing a tight, white miniskirt skirt that hugged itself to the curvature of her shapely bum. I subconsciously licked my lips, wondering what miraculous hoarded wealth might lay buried trench in the tornado of her delectable ass. I could palpate my panty begin to moisten at the view. She turned to look at me, not missing the way of my unabashed stare. Without a news she reached behind her and tugged down the zipper of her skirt. The silky garment seemed to pour down her shapely legs, leaving her firm creamy rear end clad only in a narrow down thong panty that was wedged tightly into the crack of her ass.

She bent over the desk. I approached her from behind, my nerve buffeting in my chest. I knelt down behind her, thinking to myself that ‘ kissing your chief ass'was rarely performed so literally. With trembling workforce I reached up and found the specialize cincture of her thong panty. I tugged them downward, dredging the thin band out of the quip of her ass. The pocket-size triangular crotch of the pantie peeled slowly off her vaginal hummock, trailing shimmering streamers of pussy lube that soaked the cottony crotch. She stepped with one fundament and then the early as I worked the panty off her pes. Her high heels gave a wonderful lift to her shapely ass as she leaned over the desk. Freed from her step-in, Lydia widened her stance, spreading her firm, tanned legs. Her ass quip gaped open before me, exposing her naked puss. And there, just a scant inch higher, I found the object of my lustful desire.

I had never seen an anus close up before. It was a marvelously precious little lineament, framed so perfectly between her creamy white rump brass. The puckered, wrinkled flesh was a pinkish Brown. The line radiated outward from the tightly clutched shopping center, forming a gross footling star-shaped orifice. I knew from the moment I saw it that I was in love and lustfulness.

I leaned in, working my expression into the deep fissure of her ass crack. I used my bridge player to spread her boldness, allowing me to dig deeper. Without a hint of disinclination I pressed my lip to Lydia's puckered little pooper. I heard her gasp with pleasure as I nuzzled her in an raunchy kiss. I let my knife flicker out, teasing and gently probing the incredibly tight resistivity of her rectal vena portae. Applying more pressure, the engagement between my eagre tongue and Lydia's fiercely clench fiddling dogshit socket began ...

... As I finished, Lydia collapsed across the desk with a final exam orgasmic spasm. My expel knife finally pulled from its deeply embedded attitude in her rectum. Wiping my cheek and savoring the aftertaste, I watched with satisfaction as Lydia shuddered her way through a series of post-orgasmic twitches."I ... I think you just earned your first promotion,"She offered in a breathless voice. I flashed a Brobdingnagian smiling in response.

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December 10th - even

After I left Lydia's federal agency yesterday, she had enthusiastically spread the countersign that I was now available -- and highly advocate -- for ‘ sole services ’, to use her full term. ‘ Ass licking'struck me as such a vulgar sounding way to put it, so I liked her sugar-coating term instead. But regardless of what we chose to call it, my schedule for today filled rapidly. I had to pretend an early offset to get all the aegir ladies worked in. By the end of a very long day, I had seen enough petty pink lady rectums up close and personal to lastly me for a while. But I had well over one thousand dollars in my pocket for my sweat, even after paying Lydia her cut.

I drove home, distracted by the relentless quiver I felt in my ass. I kept thinking of all of those sozzled niggling puckers I had spent the day cuddling and tonguing out. An expectant grin crossed my expression as I pulled into the drive. I hoped Shindo wasn't too tempestuous with me. I hadn't had time to pander in our dawning romp with him today, so I thought he might be feeling a bit neglected. well, maybe letting the Akita wriggle his eager lingua up my tight short twitching asshole was just the bonding experience we needed to patch thing up.

But my lustful fantasies came crashing to a stay as the garage door rolled up and there was Frank's car. Apparently his commercial enterprise trip had ended early. I cursed my bad lot but put on my proficient juke smile and greeted him as I came in the door. He gave me a cark wave and went back to the conversation on his phone. An empty-bellied container of Chinese take-out sat on the kitchen table. I noted he hadn't bothered to get one for me. Disgusted, I decided to simply steer to bed early.

Shindo greeted me in the hallway with a friendly bark. But as I stormed past with my pettishness building, his rear drooped with precariousness. He turned and cautiously followed me up to the bedroom. I tossed my purse onto the bed with an tempestuous motion. The Akita gave a quiet whine of care and settled down onto the carpeting, his head between his front mitt with a sad look, watching me.

Suddenly I realized that I wasn't going to let hotdog spoil my evening. I had planned for a skillful intimate time with my doggy, and darn it, that's what I was going to get. In fact, I found I couldn't care less that weenie was right down step. I reached under my mini wench and peeled off my sticky-wet panties. I tossed the undies in the direction of the canine and he eagerly began to sniff and lap up the drenched and slippery cotton crotch. I discarded skirt and sports bra and kicked off my tennis place, leaving me dressed in cipher but my pink articulatio talocruralis socks.

I sat on the bed and then lay down on my book binding, my legs draped over the border. I patted my naked thigh and Shindo rose, tooshie wagging happily. I spread my legs, opening myself as he approached, wondering how I might lure Shindo to drub my ass instead of just my kitty. The big canine however had another plan in psyche. Reaching the bed he reared up with his forepart paws, straddling my prone form. I looked down, seeing his immense erection bobbing ominously below his furry belly. The meaty irradiation was aligned directly with my loins. He thrust forward, his prick finding my wet bitch and sinking easily into its welcoming embrace. I groaned with passionateness as he began to stroke in and out.

But somehow it just wasn't enough. It wasn't enough with dog right downstairs, not saying two watchword to me after returning from his trip. It wasn't enough after a day of unfulfilled sexual energy at the gym. My tender little butthole puckered back and forth, demanding care. I tried to refuse, but the lusty urge was too sinewy. I squirmed backwards on the bed, moving away from the rapidly thrusting Akita. He pulled back to gear up another punishing fuck-thrust, but his rooster slipped from my twat. pounding and glistening wet with my vaginal succus it tucked up miserly under his furry tummy, dripping long string of my honeyed sexual lubrication. He whined in protest, wondering why his pussy-ride had come to a premature end.

I squirmed back into stance. Reaching down, I found and grasped his tool, feeling it quiver in my clasp. I rolled my hips upward, blindly maneuvering the tip of his doggy dick between my wooden leg. I sighed with lewd anticipation as the overweight tip of his peter eased its way into the recessed dimple of my ass. Shindo paused in uncertainty. This didn't feel like girl snatch. He gave an experimental push. My soaked little rectal gateway trembled, pulsing in and out as his slippery putz pommel increased the air pressure. I bit my lower lip, feeling myself get to stretch. Then suddenly my anus blossomed undecided and the first-class honours degree few column inch of barker cock were forced into my straining asshole. The Akita looked at me with an amazed verbalism on his face. What a rattling breakthrough to find that human girls apparently had two pussies he could fuck ! And this second piddling sleep with tunnel was so much tighter than the first ! He withdrew, leaving just the tip of his turncock inside me. Then he thrust again. He plowed deeper and I moaned, spreading my legs wider.

Instinctively I brought my leg up, wrapping them around his furry haunches and crossing my ankles over his lower back. This rolled my hips upward, perfectly aligning my quivering piddling rectal gateway with his thrusting cock. He stroked backwards, a mind-numbing friction combustion within my clutching gut as dog and girlfriend flesh skimmed in passing. Then he pounded me with a powerful drive as I urged him into me with a heroic clenching of my branch. Slowly he ground to a hitch, the incredible tightness of my anal fuck sleeve rippling along his embedded duration. His doggy balls throbbed against my ass and I knew he was fully sheathed inside me.

He stroked out and hammered back in. My thighs rippled with the jarring impact. As my nether opening stretched to hold him, the Akita began to pick up focal ratio. I uncrossed my legs from his back, returning them to the bed and spreading myself wide underneath him in open air invitation. He began to piston in and out at a mad rate. I desperately tried to meet him throw for thrust with my hips, but eventually he out-paced me. I simply lay back on the bed, my dentition jarring with every savage full-length insertion, moaning with mindless passion.

I felt his cock nautical mile begin to swell, stretching my puckered small anus to new property as he forced the magnified electric organ into my rectal grasp. But then I groaned, stretched to my terminal point as he tugged his knot back out of my ass. The Akita was lost in a mindless frenzy of butt-fuck lustfulness and all that mattered was the joy of each full-depth cerebrovascular accident in and out of my trembling anal bosom. He drove forward and I barely managed to choke back a screaming as his rapidly swelling dick knot once again bore down on my tight little bunghole. The Akita scrambled for traction, claws scratching for purchase on the hardwood floor. I felt myself stretched to obscene limits and then, with a wet ‘ pop ’, Shindo's naut mi was once more than jab into my rectum. He withdrew and I felt my anal gateway gibbosity outward. Tears watered in my middle and then I grunted as the burl wrenched free of my libidinous anal bosom.

Shindo thrust forward again, grinding his nautical mile against the sinewy ring of my rectum. My under opening quivered with the strain as the Akita punched his haunches in repeated attempts to reinsert himself. I wrapped my ankles back around him, pulling tight and grinding my hips in a circular motility. But despite our combined travail, the greyback had swollen to impossibly huge proportions. The canine let out a frustrate whine, realizing the crucial error he had made. He frantically continued to thrust, but the swell knot was now hopelessly too prominent and impossible to force back into my pixilated little asshole. We would have to make due without being tied.

The panting canine pounded into me with tidal bore, lust-filled poking. His tongue lolled from his lower jawbone and his slope heaved as the passion overwhelmed him. In a final desperate motion he pulled back hard on his cock, perhaps intent on delivering one net powerful lunge in an attempt to inter his grayback in my ass. But as he withdrew, one rear paw slipped on the hardwood floor. Thrown off equilibrium, his throbbing cock slipped destitute of my rectal cavity.

He regained his footing and plowed forward with his furry haunches. But released from the guiding transmission channel of my anal make love tunnel, his peter snapped upward as he attempted to drive home. I felt the length of his hot shaft slip through the parted lips of my kitty-cat. His knot pressed into the hugging embrace of my vaginal congregation but the end of his cock skimmed freely on through. I felt his swinging testis contract, pressed up tight against my gaping prick. The big cock shaft swelled and then erupted with a churning fountain of dog cum. The sticky geyser rocketed from the tip of his open cock, arching upward as it sprayed between his furry front legs. The syrupy trail seemed to string up in the air and then laid itself down, splattering a heavy mess that drenched me from tits to face and lathered itself into my hairsbreadth.

The Akita cycled his haunches and driving force forward a indorsement meter, his back curving as he committed every straining eyetooth musculus into the effort. The first boneheaded hose-down of cum was but a adumbration of his second try. His branch trembling, the dog unleashed a monolithic torrent of sticky sperm as if blown from a cannon. The initial encroachment caught me fully in the boldness, glazing my shocked expression with an oozing frosting that was layered on thick. As the fauna followed through with his fuck-thrust his prick angled higher, launching the impenetrable streamer of cum above my brain. It splattered against the headboard with a wet encroachment and draped itself in sticky, oozing cut across the ok silk sheets and pillows at the head of the bed.

The third gear eruption fired scummy, skimming over my defenseless belly and gushing like a raging river through the gap of cleavage. It arched upward at the end of his solidus, drenching another glistening sputtering of delicious indignity across my face.

Seemingly appalled at the witless wasteland of a monumental load of cum, the Akita calmed his delirious tread, hoping to put at least some of his churning milky discharge on target. He paused just a fraction of second in his frantic bike of fuck-thrusts, squatting lower on his haunches as he lunged forward for another try. His prick hammered forward, driven by an pressing uncoiling of his muscular haunches. Cum launched from his tool, splattering the tender flesh around my slowly constricting anal retentive gateway, giving me a brief premonition of his impending entry. The tip of his spewing rooster irradiation made physical contact, perfectly centered, and battered its way through any hints of heavy anal resistance without remorse. I moaned, feeling the fully length of his cock once again elongate my rectal passage. Cum frothed from his cocksucker as he buried himself up to his knot, soothing the burning clash in my ass with a wonderful coating of his eye tooth love juice.

My orgasm flared to biography as his bastard was press-fit into my bastard. I moaned, desperately resisting the urge to fink with lustful passion. My rippling sphincter muscular tissue clamped down tight on his invading gibe, gripping him in an urgent embracing and pulling him ever deep. Shindo withdrew, fighting against the powerful milking natural process of my ass. My thighs and tum shivered with muscle spasm of delight. Then he plunged into my turned on rectal profoundness once more, cock spewing relentlessly as he cored into me. Hot churning cum coated my insides and I felt as if my orgasmic joy was causing me to melt. Hot flashbulb erupted across my trunk, causing a glistening luster of perspiration to decant Forth from my hyper-sensitive pelt. He thrust once more and I bucked my hips, grinding my teeth with the try and wanting -- needing -- ever bit of him inside me. His formal contracted against the crack of my ass as I rolled my hips upward to mirror his motility. Panting, the Akita's rooster gushed a concluding time and I felt my gut swell with a warm soothing sensation.

The cuspid trembled, panting desperately as he held his slowly softening stopcock in the rippling embrace of my shuddering anal nooky arm. Then, almost reluctantly, he withdrew. I quivered with post-orgasmic delectation as the gentle friction arose with his going. With a wet slurp his dog turncock slipped from my gaping cocksucker. Dog cum poured from the open orifice as I sighed with satisfaction.

A shower would probably have been advisable, but I wanted cipher more than to bask the afterglow of these wonderful sensations. Shindo curled up on his blanket in the street corner as I turned off the lighting. Snuggling my way into the cum-splattered sheets I dropped quickly off to sleep. If Frank noticed anything amiss by the time he joined me in bed, he didn't pain in the ass to make credit of it.

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December 11th - aurora

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

My first customer of the day was Abby. She was a petite piffling brunette and some sort of hot-shot lawyer. She always hit the gym early to shove off of a little steam before going in to figure out. I was more than happy to attend to. Abby's thigh draped over my shoulders and clenched tightly around my head as she shuddered through a muscular orgasm. Her muscleman strained as she shivered, her fist clenched as she writhed on her back on the massage table. Then she collapsed with a gratify squeal of delight. Her pelvic arch twitched as I replaced my clapper with my digit. I gently eased my midsection finger's breadth into the deepness of her hot slight shitter while my pollex wormed its way into the profoundness of her slippery jackass. Her hand closed gently over mine, urging me deeper. Slowly I twisted my wrist in a fleshly, flier question as she purred in response. She sat up, running her fingers through my hair and pulling my cheek to hers. We kissed, tongues wrestling as I shared the predilection of her sweet niggling ass with her.

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

"Oh, it's no big thing, I suppose,"she explained."It's just that we have this Great Dane, Spencer. He's normally a marvelous dog, but, wow, sometimes he just seems hang of causing worry. You have no melodic theme how often fuss a Brobdingnagian dog like that can be if he puts his mind to it.

I chuckled, regaling her with some of Shindo's more ill-famed exploits. She laughed, wondering out forte if there was any sort of answer.

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

Abby looked serious-minded, asking me how I knew. Well, I don't really know how it happened, but one story led to another. Before I knew it, I was spilling my sand to her, telling her every sordid detail of my horrid spirit with hotdog, and even my confidant experiences with my Akita. I one-half expected her to react in shock. But then -- only moments before -- I had my tongue wriggling deep in the clutching confines of her rectum. So perhaps her anticipation of my moral weren't all that eminent to get with. Embarrassingly, I ended up with my read/write head in Abby's lap, crying as my narrative poured out of me while she lovingly stroked my whisker.

Finally I rose, apologizing to her for making a scene as I looked down at the level in pity. She put her finger under my chin, raising my gaze to run across hers."I think I might just ingest a perfectly rattling root to ever last bit of this,"she promised with a smile.

I tried to get her to explain, but she asked me to simply confide her. She asked if I could do that. nictitation away the crying, I slowly nodded. We gathered our matter and she led me to the parking lot. She triggered the remote on her key fruit and a white Bugatti blinked its lights and chirped in response.

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

She shrugged dismissively."One of them,"she replied."My husband Dillon likes toys."I couldn't help but think that it sounded similar to my husband frank. But the way Abby looked when she talked about Dillon made me suspect that their relationship was far more electropositive than my own. We rumbled through the streets, finding our way to an undivided gated section. Crossing through a indorsement gate put us on what first seemed like another residential street. But I gasped in awe when the roadway ended in a circular private road in front of a vast hall. Leaving the car in the driveway, Abby invited me inside. I was overwhelmed. I thought my married man frankfurter liked his exhibit of riches, but we lived like paupers in comparing. Marble statues lined the huge submission hallway, and the paries of the living way were covered with what I presumed to be master workplace of classic art.

Abby and I sat down on the white leather couch. All of the trappings were exquisite, but I couldn't help but notice a tatterdemalion nook on the matching lounger, its stuffing spilling out onto the floor."Spencer,"Abby explained, rolling her heart. My eyes fell on a vast Great Dane, napping on the floor behind the chairman. He gave a lazy thump of his huge after part in response and then rolled back on his side to continue his nap. Then she took my hands in hers, and explained her plan. My oculus went widely as she laid out the details ...

... My nub was pounding as she finished. I bit my lip, pondering this huge alteration to my life. Slowly I nodded in agreement. Abby flashed an bore grin."I'm so excited !"she announced."Now, I will need to check off with Dillon to make sure he's ok with this too,"she explained. I waited pensively as she picked up her phone."Dillon, honey, it's me. I'm sorry to inconvenience oneself you at oeuvre, but can your exculpate an minute from your schedule and number home plate ? Yes, yes, it's very important. No, I really can't excuse it over the phone. I'll just have to render you, but I think you'll be thrilled ... OK, afters, I'll see you in half an time of day. Bye !"She put away her phone."He'll be here at 9:30,"she explained."In the think fourth dimension, why don't you see if you can't take a shit booster with Spencer over there ?"I rose and approached the monstrously powerful Great Dane. He surely weighed in at well over 200 pound sign. But the big lug rolled onto his back as I approached, his tail wagging happily.

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

I was dire to make a skillful first impression on Dillon. I meant to compliment him on what a charming married woman he had, and to gush about his fabulous rest home. Perhaps even say something witty. But alas, all I could get by was a series of stammering groans,"Ugh..ugh..umff."It wasn't exactly my most vocalize minute, but in my defensive structure, I did birth 12 inches of Herbert Spencer's soda-can sized dog cock hammering balls deep into my anus like a sea dog hammer as I lay draped over the armrest of the recliner. Spencer chose that moment to pierce deeply and hard with a powerful straight thrust, causing me to rise up on my toes. I issued a lustful squeal of pleasure as he embedded his tool knot and allowed the flagitious electric organ to swell to obscene proportions inside the clutching grasp of my rectal orifice.

"Well,"Dillon pondered."Spencer sure seems infatuated with her. That's a good reference."The Great Dane howled and unloaded the first of seemingly endless outbreak of hot frothing dog cum into my quivering bowels as I flailed in the adhesive friction of yet another sexual climax. As the profane scene played out, Dillon and Abby sorted out the item.

"She'll be live-in, of course, and will deliver assorted responsibility as both your personal assistant and mine,"Abby explained."I've offered her 80,000 dollars per yr to go. I know, it seems eminent, but honey -- my gosh -- the girl has talent, that you'll come to revalue. And as you can see, she's certainly an tidal bore beaver when it comes to throwing herself into her work."

"Sounds in effect to me,"Dillon agreed, apparently entirely unconcerned about the money face."She can have her plectron of any of the on a higher floor bedrooms."

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

And with that, the arrangements of my new work and living musical arrangement were settled. Shaking hired man to seal the tidy sum had to wait of grade, until Spencer finished unloading a bucketful of churning dog cum up my ass, and then -- finally -- wrenching his faltering cock knot from the embracing grasp of my rectal tooth decay.



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December 11th - Afternoon

Abby, as it turned out, was an extremely competent and high-dollar divorce lawyer. If you have a married couple that is circling the waste pipe, she's the sort of shark you want in your corner. We discussed the details of how to get myself decoupled from my unhappy relationship with Frank. She explained how these affair can drag in on for twelvemonth if the competitiveness over money gets ugly. I replied that I didn't want a nickel note of his assets, and just wanted this to be over as quickly as possible. That, she told me, would form things amazingly easy. weenie just needed to subscribe off, and we would be done.

"You don't know frankfurter,"I responded, rent forming in my eyes."The solely thing he likes to a greater extent than money is a unspoiled combat. And he never lets go of anything. There is no way he's letting me get away without a horrible battle."

Abby gave me a smile in response."Trust me,"she offered."I know how to deal with the likes of him."She drove me to my theater and we picked up Shindo. former than the Akita and a few personal items, I left everything in the family, even tossing my car keys on the kitchen table since the vehicle was titled in frankfurter's gens. Then I closed the door behind me and left for the very last time.

The bulk of the afternoon was spent in grooming. Abby put together a introductory uncontested divorce agreement, and I attended to other thing per her directions. By lately afternoon the contract was fired off to Frank in an e-mail. We didn't have long to hold off for a reply. I read his response and began to cry."See, I told you he would be absolutely horrible !"I sobbed, sorting through his criminal and profanity-laced answer which promised a draw out legal war. Abby simply nodded, telling me not to worry, and she had expected no less. We put the mo component part of her plan into action.

Anonymous emails were sent to the"all-staff"computer address at weenie's body of work. What text edition and email inter-group communication I had for his friends and family were also included. Each contained just the theme strain ‘ Frank's married woman ’, and an attached video recording file.

The video file was a prime bit of oeuvre. Dillon had some first-class telecasting recording appurtenance, and Abby seemed a natural with the tv camera. She captured me from every Angle, bare and enthusiastically enjoying a vigorous double-penetration from both Shindo and Spencer. Spencer lay on his back as I straddled him with my pussy. Shindo brought up the rear -- as it were -- pounding my overturned tush with every inch of his wonderful doggy cock. A frothy two-fold cream pie filling brought the TV to a rousing climax. needle to say, several hundred copies of the TV served to hold the steam out of Frank's lust for a fight to keep me. I didn't even like about the personal embarrassment. The sign divorce document popped into Abby's In-Box within the minute, and that, as they say, was that.

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