We recently moved into a new neighborhood. As I was rummaging around in the Attic, I discovered a diary. to the highest degree of it was pretty moderate clobber, but the final stage few entries got pretty juicy. Here's what I found :

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Dec 5th - Morning

As had become function, my hubby frankfurter flopped down at our kitchen mesa for a straightaway breakfast. His fingers worked furiously on the screen of his ever-present phone, checking email, text edition, and the latest broth statistics. Aside from wondering when his toast and coffee might magically appear, I doubt he would even have noticed if I wasn't there. Like many a Young ‘ trophy wife ’, my legerdemain of a fantasy marriage to a rich quondam guy had quickly evaporated in the outset few month of our mating. I sighed, realizing that I had become relegated to simply another one of the many expensive furnishings that comprised ‘ Frank's Big appeal of plaything ’.

"I'm thinking about joining a gym,"I offered, trying to break the awkward muteness over the dayspring repast. Frank responded by holding up a dismissive hand as an incoming earpiece call summoned his attention. I seethed quietly to myself, poking at my goner halfheartedly as Frank laughed uproariously at something in his telephone set conversation. I looked up expectantly, hoping he might part 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 frigid wet wind spur at my knee. I heard a quiet whine 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 pocket-size destiny. Yet Shindo was pretty much my dog since I was the only one who gave him any attention. The shipload of money Shindo had cost had done nothing to insure a well-behaved brute. He was overly energetic, with a taste for getting into anything and everything. One of his about annoying traits was that he would hold a bee-line for any unprotected groin, sniffing and prodding with his cold wet nose into the most intimate of places. We had to be on constant guard against his embarrassing put-on if we had guests in the business firm.

But as I sat there at the kitchen table, marveling at the luxury train shipwreck my living had become, I was suddenly struck with a very gamey and rebellious whimsey. I smiled pleasantly at frankfurter as I meticulously buttered a piece of my toast. Under the table, I allowed my legs to part. Shindo was agile to sequester upon the chance and I felt him wriggle his way between my branch. Still dressed in a bathrobe, I closed my naked thigh 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 seat, unsure of what would happen next. Whenever Shindo was in one of his crotch-diving mood we always chastised him or banished him from the way. Never had the canine been given free rein, so this was chartless soil for us both. His warm breath washed across my besotted little Theodore Harold White panties. I choked back a giggle as his cold wet olfactory organ pressed into my pubes, sniffing enthusiastically at the alluring scent he discovered there.

My centre was beating with a compounding of fear and prurient hullabaloo. What if Frank noticed something amiss and discovered the risque bow-wow between my ramification ? I couldn't even imagine the embarrassment as I would have to try to explain myself. I felt a red flush of shame crawl its way up my face. I should put a stop to this immediately, I realized. I chewed nervously at my dispirited lip, and then did the just reasonable thing. I slowly scooted forward to the edge of my chairperson, spreading my branch wide and allowing the curious Akita nonsensitive entree.

Immediately his wet canine tongue caressed my panty-covered vaginal pitcher. I clenched my teeth, holding in a salacious moan of rage. This was already more confidant attention than I had received from Frank in months. I felt my panties quickly begin to moisten, absorbing both spittle from Shindo's energetic tongue and the horny dampness oozing from my humid vaginal prick. My squiffy slippery pussy -- neglected for far too long -- eagerly unfurled its sarcoid pink backtalk. The Akita dug deeper, lured by the resistless flavor. Pressing his snoot harder into my lusty cleft, Shindo worked his rough tongue against the thin cotton barrier, pushing the privates of my step-in up into my snug small puss. I gripped the boundary of the board with both hands, fighting the need to thrash my legs in response to simmering sexual itch that were quickly coming to a boil.

The Akita nipped gently at my panty-covered twat lips and I shuddered, giving in to the inevitable orgasm. My breathing became jaw and despairing, and suddenly my hips bucked of their own accord. The spliff of the chairwoman creaked alarmingly, but hot dog didn't seem to notice. The muscularity in my thighs clenched and trembled as a spastic cramp gripped my zany. Barely in control condition of my torso, I ground my pelvis in a slow, carnal motion in the kitchen chairman as Shindo eagerly consumed the syrupy wetness that flooded through the cotton fiber crotch of my panties. I closed my branch tightly around the Akita's furry head, wrapping him in a loving embrace as orgasmic riffle vibrated through the deepness of my fuck one-armed bandit. Then, in a net spasm, I rocked my head back and pressed my loin eagerly forward against the canine's talented schnoz. My fuzz whipped in a cascade of blonde and I dared to let my hands slip from the table and caress my naked upper thigh. Dragging my finger up over my corporation, I sensuously squeezed my knocker, pinching my aching nipples through the soft screening of my robe.

Then -- finally -- I felt the wonderful champion in my twat Begin to stammer. Small post-orgasmic shudder continued to show as Shindo maintained a firm calendar method of birth control with his gifted cunt-licking tongue. Despite his energetic try, the overflow of syrupy fluids poured through my panty faster than he could lap them up. I felt a warm, gluey pool Begin to imprint on the buttocks of the chair, soaking my panties from below. The scent of wet cunt butter hung heavily in the air, overwhelming the mundane breakfast smells of java and toast.

"Well, clip 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 glazed eyes, trying to recover from my sexually-induced stupor. He took no notification of my muss hair, red-faced expression, or panting breathing place as he gathered his keys and briefcase and headed out to his car. I heard the service department door bicycle and the engine of his Mercedes growl to life. The sound of the car receded as the automatic garage door rattled shut. I sat there at the kitchen table in my cum-soaked panties as Shindo continued to diligently crop his tongue in my scanty private parts. A singled snag rolled down my impudence as I stared ahead into nothingness.



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December 6th - dayspring

wienerwurst arrived at breakfast, his sound once again his steadfast companion as I faded into the setting of his world. I however felt a renewed sense of excitation."I still thinking about joining that gym,"I blurted, looking to Frank for some sort of acknowledgment. It was a banner 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 case you're worried about that,"I continued. Frank's total lack of reply suggested that he wasn't overly concerned.

"wellspring, let's see what form of goody we have for breakfast today,"I remarked mostly to amuse myself. I suppressed a smiling, given that the cattle ranch on the table was the same fare as every day -- coffee and toast. However, the counterpane under the tabular array today was slightly different. Shindo was uncharacteristically well behaved, sitting patiently under the tabular array. It was almost as if he and I were co-conspirators in our naughty little hugger-mugger. But as I spread my legs he quietly rose to his feet and worked his way between my mild, creamy thighs. Today he found no panty barrier separating him from my girlish charms. Instead he found me moist and expectant, my naked, ruffled snatch lips already unfurled with rousing. Perched on the sharpness of the chair, I spread my legs, causing my slit to yaw clear for him. Looking down I saw a trickle of my pantry sauce ooze out, trailing down to the trading floor on a shimmering drool of vaginal fluid. The big dog intercepted the slowly descending pennon on his clapper, licking his chops in prevision.

Then Shindo dove into the independent course of action. His unsmooth wet tongue embraced the lips of my twat, savoring the tasty dismissal glistening on my pink physical body. Licking me clean, he pulled back, his jowls working as he relished the lingering flavor. As a tryout, I attempted to distract him with a pocket-sized corner of toast. Normally he was up for any little morsel, but the large cuspid completely ignored it. He had obviously acquired a preference for the tasting of buttery cunt muffin instead. I popped the objet d'art of toast in my mouth and chewed as the Akita pushed his snoot back against my twat. I squirmed as his cold nozzle made contact lens with my button. His lingua teased my fleshy little nub of delight and I gave a master gasp in response. Then his oral appendage slipped grim, working its way into the clutching tunnel of my cunt. cubital joint on the table, I interlaced my fingerbreadth and rested my chin on my hands, trying to maintain a bored aspect as various in of wet dog tongue wriggled up into my tight little snatch.

The Akita attempted to explore every hidden nook and cranny of my clutching ping vaginal folds, turning his furry head this way and that to exploit every slant. I had never imagined that a doggy tongue was so incredibly long -- or maneuverable. But it was a discovery that I enjoyed with lusty delight. And then, just as I thought that the canine had finally achieved the ultimate demarcation line of his oral reach, I felt his furry snout begin to pry its way into my pussy. I gulped in horror, realizing that the brute seemed design on fucking me with his face. I groaned at the sentiency but then started to lower my manus to pull his honker back out of my goofball. But then I flinched, quickly resuming my chin-on-hands pose as Frank looked up and favored me with a rarified but disinterested glimpse. I reached down with trembling hands and retrieved my cup of umber, desperately attempting to uphold a normal expression as a fair share of the Akita's snout tunneled its way into my quivering twat.

I set the cup down in its disc, a rattling dissonance filling the kitchen as the two pieces of chinaware clattered together under my shaking finger's breadth. I squirmed in my chair, trying to accommodate the incredible stretching sensation in my pussy. Then Shindo's glossa lashed out once again, digging its way into previously undiscovered realm of my lustful bonk sleeve. I could feel the wet tip of his tongue deeply embedded, devouring the sticky dismissal that oozed in an unstoppable menses from my fleshy vaginal embrace. It felt as if the voracious animal was only a few inches short of slipping his eager tongue into the chess opening of my uterus. Accepting that genial image as a challenge I spread my limber thighs even full and gently pressed my hips forward onto his nozzle. The Akita seemed to feel my wanton need, responding with a forceful push of his own.

A glistening sheen of perspiration broke out on my frontal bone, betraying the effort of our obscene fundamental interaction. The collaborative physical exertion paid off, and another two inch of furry canid snout were press-fit into my greedy small cunt. But then, just as I was expecting his tongue to resume its lecherous geographic expedition, the Akita pulled back, withdrawing his schnozzle from my pussy and leaving me gaping and in a desperate state of foiling. Then I heard Shindo gasp a do-or-die breath and I realized the grounds for his actions. The poor pooch was ineffective to breath with his rostrum deeply buried in the depths of my stiff wet twat. The Akita's face heaved as he replenished his oxygen supply.

I gazed down at the dogtooth with fear but he appeared to be recovering. Then with renewed vigor he licked the compact froth of snatch pick from his jawbone and burrowed his way back into my creamy tunnel of lust. I bit my lower lip as he stretched me to new limits. A cramp moan of passion almost escaped my lips. His gazed up at me with an unquestioning mixture of canine love and lecherousness. His snout was buried so trench that his wickedness soulful center stopped just shortstop of my widely stretched glistening twat rim. deep in the astuteness of my slit I felt his tongue surge forth, wriggling and twisting as it burrowed its way into the far reaches of my grasping wet embracing.

Suddenly I trembled, feeling the tip of his wriggling glossa breach the entryway to a new region of my body. The onset of my climax was genial, overwhelmed by the actualisation that I had the tip of a naughty bow-wow tongue tickling the entrance to my womb. I barely managed to choke back a delirious screaming of ecstasy, throttling it back to a barely audible growl of animalist passion. Then my pussy contracted in a hefty spasm and my coxa bucked in speedy taking over, burying even to a greater extent of Shindo's large snout in my alarmingly over-stretched twat. I fought a desperate battle to preserve ascendance of my dead body, fifty I fall to the floor flopping like a Pisces the Fishes in the hold of my orgasmic contractions. My knuckles turned white as I gripped the edge of the table and hung on in despair. I bit my let down lip as my elongated sexual climax caused my pussy to clinch down over and over, grasping at the Akita's deeply embedded snout and natural language. Shindo rode me like an expert, moving with my every Pearl Buck and bend, unrelenting in his viva voce attention. My second joint quivered in a sinewy cramp as I closed them tightly around the read/write head of my furry friend. Finally, with a quiet pant, I suddenly relaxed as the finally of my sexual climax was wrung from the flexing tissue of my puss.

Shindo withdrew, panting and desperate for a renewed influx of air. My puss gaped shamelessly and a seeming river of melted cunt butter poured from my open fuck slot. The milky discharge dripped freely and clung to both of my privileged thighs in a shimmering coat. I blinked, trying to centre on weenie as he sat in his chair, still spirit on his all-important schoolbook message. A growing puddle of simmering twat cream grew on the floor between my feet, but Shindo was prompt and aegir to lap up all the incriminating evidence.

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

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Dec 6th - Afternoon

After a long shower and a prompt dejeuner I gathered up my courageousness and made my way down to Bumper's, the ladies-only gym and spa I had found. I went up to the counterpunch and told the girl I was thinking about getting a rank. She introduced herself as Lydia, and told me she was the proprietor. I was impressed since she seemed to be only a few years older than my age of XX. Lydia gave me an in-depth go. We talked about the various exercise classes that were offered and she showed me how to use a lot of the weight machines, stationary bikes, and treadmill. I liked what I saw, and signed up for a six month rank on the spot.

I had brought some exercising dress with me, so I went into the cabinet room and changed. I felt a petty hinder, wearing my old"Hello Kitty"sports bra from high school. But I figured I could buy some new gear once I got a sense of what was considered fashionable around here. Stepping back out of the locker room, I surveyed the vast array of gym equipment, not sure where to startle. There was a Jazzercise socio-economic class in session, so I went over to watch, just trying to get a flavor for everything.

As I was standing there, I suddenly felt a presence succeeding to me. Standing to my right was a beautiful redhead, dressed in very shortstop shorts and a frayed-out cut-off peal Stones tee shirt. She was in her late twenties and stood a duet inches taller than my five foot five height."I feel like a kid in a candy store,"she remarked, gazing out on the aggregation of prancing girl in an array of sweatsuit, boxers and tight yoga bloomers. I felt a bit self-aware. I was a trimness one hundred and fifteen pounds, but was feeling a bit soft and wiggly compared to the voiceless, list dead body on display in the class.

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

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

"Oh ? Really ?"Maggie replied, looking me up and down."wellspring ... how intriguing."I gave her a well-disposed smile in take, excited to already be making friends."So ..."Maggie continued, bobbing her chief slightly towards the former side of the gym."You wan na ?"

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

Maggie drifted her attention back to the exercise course for a second, and then turned back to me."Tease,"she replied."Do you want to fall eat my kitty ?"

My low-spirited jaw dropped, thinking I must not have heard her correctly. She saw my look of electrical shock and a red flush of embarrassment began to cringe up her face."Oh my god,"she stammered."I'm so distressing ! You're not one of Lydia's girls, are you ? It's just that ... Oh, dammit, it's just that you're wearing that ‘ Hello Kitty'sports bra ... All of Lydia's little girl always wear a pink ‘ Hello puss ’. It's kind of like the confidential shake around here ... So I just thought ... Dammit ! Please, I am so grim,"Maggie stammered in unquiet apology.

"waiting ..."I replied in a rustling, slowly piecing it together as I glanced around nervously."You mean that there are ... fancy woman here at the gym, working for Lydia ? Lesbian cyprian ?"Oddly, I didn't find myself so much offended as intrigued by the scandalous whimsy.

Maggie bit her lower lip, looking down at the floor like a naughty schoolgirl, nodding."Please,"she begged,"I didn't mean anything by it. It was just a error, that's all ... Like I said, all of Lydia's miss always wear that ‘ howdy Kitty'logotype 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 foreign notion wash over me, similar to that sense of rising I had felt when I first let my doggie Shindo salt lick my panties at the breakfast table. I felt butterfly stroke in my stomach as I wrestled with the conflicting idea awash in my idea. Taking Maggie's hands in mine, I leaned in ending."Shhh ... It's ok."I whispered. A grateful expression washed over her.

I paused, fearing that this was one of those potentially magic moments, 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 think that ... maybe ... you could teach me ?"I swallowed again, feeling a flush of plethora hike up my brass. Had I just done that ? Had I just propositioned a lesbian at the gym ? Well, I guess that was one way to ca-ca an interesting stamp right off the bat. I felt my nitty-gritty beating in my pectus as I looked deep into her eyes, visually pleading for her to not reject me."Please ..."I urged her in a pleading whisper."Edward Teach me how to ... to eat out your somewhat little pussy."

A wide smile crossed Maggie's face and she nodded eagerly, taking my bridge player in tow and leading me across the gym. After my dog Shindo's amaze viva voce intervention of my puss this sunrise, I certainly had a few ideas in my psyche, but resolved myself to letting Maggie learn me the proverbial ropes.

Reaching the strawman desk, Maggie asked Lydia in an shake up susurration,"Can we get a key to a massage elbow room ?"Lydia looked at us in discombobulation."A instance of mistaken identity,"Maggie explained, gently tracing her finger across the ‘ Hello Kitty'image printed across the left chest of my sports bra."But we got it sorted out, so now Suzy here is officially ‘ in training ’. You two can let the cat out of the bag later and cultivate out the details."Lydia scowled, shooting Maggie a disapproving aspect. Then she reluctantly handed over a key, saying nada. I could order she was not thrilled about Maggie's unsolicited recruiting exploit.

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December 6th - Later that good afternoon

"first base fourth dimension with Maggie ?"Lydia inquired with a knowing smirk as I approached the front counter at the gym about an hour later to deliver her key. A rosiness of shame rushed up my face.

"first fourth dimension -- with any girl,"I whispered, running my fingers through my wet and matted tomentum. Lydia gave me a knowing smiling, having apparently gotten over her earlier provocation."That girl is a bit of a squirter,"she acknowledged with a mischievous grin. I let the understatement pedestal without further comment, looking down at the wide, wet splatter of female ejaculation that stained most of the movement of my sportswoman bra with Maggie's signature scent.

"So Maggie explained the arrangement 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 cut my subconscious intellect as it offered up words like ‘ lesbian, woman of the street, and whore ’. Checking around to see if anyone else was within listening aloofness, I continued."Maggie paid me LX 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 pool ’, it means I'm ‘ working'that day. If anyone starts asking prying questions, I'm out, and you don't know nothing. Oh, and the customer is always right."

Lydia gave a cold-shoulder nod of her fountainhead as I recited each point from computer storage."Clever girl,"she praised, gesturing towards my handful of bills with a flick of her finger. I peeled off the least sticky twenty dollar bank note for her and tucked the sleep into my pocket."Welcome to the gym,"Lydia offered

Just then Maggie strolled by, a give in her measure and looking immensely satisfied. He gave my ass a playful smacking as she passed. She paused, leaning over riposte with a whisper to my new ‘ political boss ’."That's a prize petty cunt, there Lydia. You put that girl and her wizardly tongue to work for you !"

I blushed fiercely at the compliment and gave her departing soma a wave as the breast doorway banged shut. I turned and headed for the shower, realizing that I was going to need to adorn in a wholly lot more ‘ Hello kitty-cat'workout apparel if I planned on presenting a fresh show for each new client during the day. But for today there was nothing to be done but simply fix through. I went back over to the recitation room, seeing what new tending I might attract in the crowd of girls ...

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December 9th - morning

Frank left too soon this morning, not having bothered to tell me in advance about a week-long business enterprise misstep he had scheduled. I couldn't find the motivation 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 tail. The big Akita had definitely become a fan of our new morning number and after an inexplicable wait he had come up to see when his sunup breakfast"treats"would be delivered. I groaned and rolled over, reaching out to render him a lazy shekels on the neck.

The Akita was not appeased with my efforts. With an effortless edge, the vast dog leapt up onto the bed, causing the systema skeletale to squeak under the shock."Shindo ! Naughty Doggy !"I chastised, half-heartedly trying to shoo him back off onto the floor. He resisted and I giggled at the game."Well, at least you came to wish me a happy birthday,"I sighed sadly. I had hoped in vain that wienerwurst might have left a card, flowers, or a exhibit for my 21st, but found no grounds of any such efforts.

Shindo barked and lunged at me teasingly and we tussled in the screen. I shrieked in surprisal as I tumbled from the bed, dragging a tangle of covers, pillows, and a barking Akita with me as I fell. Laughing I squirmed to bring out myself from the gin of the mantle wound around my legs. As I struggled to get onto my hired hand and stifle I suddenly felt a heavy free weight land on my back. Shindo wrapped his furry front paws around my naked torso. I felt something stiff and fleshy prod insistently at the cotton fiber genitals of my panties as the prominent Akita jostled for position on my tip-tilted prat. I glanced over at the full length mirror on the loo doorway, seeing Shindo mounted on my back. 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 vast erection ! It was every bit of eight column inch in length, and looked to be as thick as my wrist. A farsighted, slimy drop of pre-cum dangled from the fleshy tip. Shindo turned and looked at me in the mirror, our oculus coming together and locking in a meaningful exchange. Now I suppose that any venerating girl will state you that she would take immediately put a stop to this obscene development. Honestly, I'll believe that when I see it. My hormone were raging from my gay woman face-off at the gym over the past respective days. I had been too long ignored by a neglectful husband. There wasn't even much of a moral predicament. One way or another, I was going to get my birthday shag !

twisting against the Akita's eubstance weight I managed to rise to a kneel side. Shindo kept his battlefront paws tightly locked around my rib batting cage, hopping awkwardly on his hind ramification as I shifted billet. His furry manus clamped possessively around my torso, just underneath my small firm bosom. My nipples were perked into inflexible piffling fleshy brown sum of lecherousness. My fingers frantically reached for the waistband of my panties, dragging them down to my human knee and exposing my rapidly moistening pussy. With a oink I dropped back down onto my hired man and knee joint as the Brobdingnagian dog's weight once more settled down onto my book binding. Shido squirmed, maneuvering himself into office. I wriggled my hips in invitation. Carefully the Akita maneuvered the tip of his cock into alignment, finding the opening to my quivering twat and easing himself just inside.

With refined motility, Shindo pressed himself forward. Nearly half his stopcock slid into my cunt with a delectable friction. I groaned with passion, clenching my vaginal musculus, causing him to slowly grind to a stop. He issued an rouse bark, thrilled to bring out that his human female friend had a wonderfully mingy and fuckable twat. He withdrew, fighting against the greedy, grasping embracing of my humid nookie tunnel. Only the tip of his cock remained imbed as he steadied himself. Then with a emphatic lunge he thrust up and into me. I met him with a animal response of my own, urgently rolling my hips up and back. I grunted under the impact, my nude ass buttock flattening as they pushed up tight against his furry haunches. With that vigorous knife thrust he was fully hilted, his fully rhythm musket ball liberation pressed up tight against my vaginal back talk.

He paused, jostling on my back as he adjusted his stance. Then, as if by mutual tongueless agreement, we both built up to a ferocious step. He pounded me like a car, his haunches a blur as he thrust and withdrew in a cycle of brutal, punishing fuck thrusts. I moaned like a working girl, bucking my hips frantically as I clenched my vaginal muscles, milking the length of his massive cock. Our intimate coupler was barbarian, animalistic, and exactly what I desperately needed. I felt him grapple down harder around my rib cage, betraying the urging of his motion. His jaws latched onto a patch of my long blond hair, yanking my head backwards and causing me to curve my pricker downward in answer. My hips rolled upward, pressing my quivering pussy harder into his pubic region. My cunt mouth rippled, clasping his pistoning cock in a close, loving embrace. Vaginal fluids drained from the tight SEAL between my lips and his prick. A steady dribble oozed out and splattered down into the step-in spanned between my knees. Soaking through the slenderize cottony material they began to scatter a wet mark into the pricy Oriental rug beneath me.

Shindo lunged forward and held his position, every last shudder inch of his monolithic shaft socketed deep in my grateful little pussy. He issued a quiet whimper and then I felt his cock knot commence to intumesce inside my twat. It was the decisive moment. If I expelled him now I could free myself from this punishing sexual encounter. But I knew if I delayed, my portion would be sealed. Cunt and dogtooth would be coupled together until he unloaded his balls into the depths of my womb. There was really only one option in the affair. I lowered my fount to the carpeting in a submissive situation, pressing my hip back against him hard. The bare impertinence of my firm rump flattened as I ground myself against him. I clenched down tightly with my twat, making sure he had no chance to get away. My au naturel thigh trembled with expectant lustfulness as I felt his naut mi retain to swell. My pussy strained with the massive stretching, the lip of my cunt bulging outward around his one shot, fleshy anchorman. His mile swelled to its maximum size, throbbing ominously within the straining lips of my snatch. I was securely mounted and zilch could separate us now.

Shingo let go of my hair and raised his head towards the ceiling. A protracted howling filled the room, accompanied by my eager squeal of love. I felt his balls pull up tight against the widely splayed lips of my catch, contracting in a powerful spasm. His turncock swelled alarmingly within the confines of my fuddled little pussy as a thundering load of hot dog cum raced down the length of his shaft. I gasped, feeling him break loose inside me. A geyser of doggy sperm rocketed into my vaginal burrow, a tidal wave of frothing goo spray and splattering every last corner and crevice of my quivering kitty-cat. I shrieked, feeling my cunt convulse in a sinewy orgasm. My rippling vaginal muscular tissue clamped down tight on his invading shaft, milking him in a mightily clutch as his cum shank unloaded his second eruption into my core.

My orgasm raced through my body. I clenched my teeth as my visual modality blurred. My second joint and tummy shivered with lustful delight as my slit lips seemed to writhe with a mind of their own. I even felt my tight picayune asshole pucker in and out in a rhythmic series of orgasmic contractions, gaping open air and then clenching tightly shut as I shuddered and gasped for breath.

Shindo drive again, raising my stifle off the floor with the force-out of his straight thrust. A third outpouring of dog cum was forcefully delivered into my pussy. I felt the delicate tissues begin to stretch, filled to the boundary with an overstuffing of cock and cum. The Akita's tool swelled once more, quivering in the bag of my orgasmic vaginal embrace as his glob pumped furiously. With no blank left within my kitty, his scalding gusher of cum boiled over into my womb, coating my viscera with a soothing glaze of his mucilaginous love potion. I was absolutely wide-cut to the brim. Shindo bucked his haunches again, seemingly tireless in his efforts to interpose his gooey seed into every last scissure of my twat. But I was finally overloaded. I felt my tummy swell as his cock pulsed, launching ever more retentive stringy circle of churning cum into my puss. The seal of my clutching pussy lips around his throbbing pecker gave way and a shower of frothing cum and vaginal juices gushed Forth, splattering obscenely into my sloshed scanty and onto the now ruined imported rug.

Shindo gave one last exhausted driving force and more than rivulets of our combine pick drained from my exhausted pussycat. Then he collapsed on my back, both of our English heaving as we desperately fought to regain our breath. As his breathing finally resumed formula he gave the back of my neck a series of loving lick. Then he attempted to unhorse. I held him house, clutching down tightly with the strong bosom of my snug pussy, not wanting to lose that wonderful sensation of fulfillment. He conceded to my desires, resting heavily on my back as his cock gnarl slowly subsided in the bobby pin of my vaginal embrace. I felt his powerful eye beating and my own acquired his rhythm method of birth control, throbbing as a I coupled beast. After what must have been nearly half an hour his knot had finally deflated down to normal size. There was nothing I could do to block up the retirement of his softening cock as it slithered from my tender twat. A shower of gluey fluid poured from my gaping roll in the hay hole as he withdrew, adding to the hopeless stain on the rug beneath me. watercourse of our mix emission oozed down my au naturel thighs as I basked in the fading afterglow.

Finally I rose, muscles aching from the cumbersome position. I dragged the cum-drenched panty the oddment of the way off my legs and took a long soothing shower. I toweled off, feeling my pussy continue to drain. I glanced at my discarded panties on the storey, soiled wet with dog cum and vaginal goo. With a perverse sense of honor I tugged the used scanty back on, wriggling my hips to firmly seat them. The awkward wet crotch paste itself securely to my still tender vaginal pile. I inhaled deeply, savoring the odor of washed-out sex as it enveloped me in a heady cloud. And then, throwing on a span of stew and an old tee shirt, I went out to the mall, looking to encourage boom my inventory of ‘ hullo Kitty'workout article of clothing with some well-deserved birthday shopping.

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December 9th - Afternoon

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

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

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

"Well, I did wed one,"I offered in an uncertain tonicity. Lydia laughed heartily in response.

But then her expression turned back to the good. She licked her lips, pausing in an ill-chosen secretiveness, trying to pick out her words."I've had some ... ‘ limited requests'from some of the ladies at the gym ..."she began, trailing off at the end. I cocked an supercilium, peculiar as to what she was tap-dancing around. Taking a deep breathing spell, she forged ahead."We used to bear a girl here who had a item gift that our premium guest really miss. She was ... well, she had a bit of ... of an anal fetish. So they were wondering if you ... I mean, no pressure, if that's not your matter, 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 dot information."Do you mean ..."I glanced around nervously even though we were safely in her closed off office."You mean like ... licking girls'... assholes ?"I inquired in a rustling. My eye were panoptic. Why was my heart hammering double-time ? I felt a outpouring of red wash over my boldness. Lydia nodded slightly, waiting for me to respond.

"girl do that ?"I replied in amazed amazement, trying to ideate 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 skittish rustling.

"Had you ever eaten slit before starting here ?"Lydia inquired with a twinkling. I shook my head, grinning. My biography had been painfully boring and pattern until just a few Clarence Day ago."Well, you're one of those rare raw talent when it comes to lapping up cunt. I'll bet that hot little tongue of yours could work out its particular conjuration rimming out a miserly little butthole too."

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

Lydia frowned, trying to figure out how to best explain it. Suddenly her formulation brightened."Here, I'll display you,"she replied. Stepping to her computer she pulled up the internet and typed in a hunting for Lesbian rimming. A cascade of nexus for moving picture and videos filled the screenland. I gasped at the sights, holding my hired hand over my rima oris in shock."Pull up that one !"I urged breathlessly as a particularly pretty pair of young woman caught my attention. After an in-depth investigation of respective videos and numerous photos, Lydia closed the screen, much to my disappointment.

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

I pondered my response. The money sure was tempting. And I found myself more than a little intrigued by the idea. But could I impart myself to do it in actuality ? I didn't want to gain promise to Lydia and then find my attainment were not up to the chore."I'm just not sure I would be unspoilt at it,"I confessed."I mean, maybe if one of the girls were leave to let me try to get word ..."

Lydia considered this, her head working as to who might swear out as a willing tutor. As her mental wheels turned, I found my gaze drawn down to the rounded dude of her hips. She was wearing a tight, white mini skirt that hugged itself to the curve ball of her shapely rump. I subconsciously licked my lips, wondering what improbable hoarded wealth might lay buried trench in the offer of her toothsome ass. I could experience my panties begin to moisten at the thought. She turned to look at me, not missing the direction of my unabashed stare. Without a word she reached behind her and tugged down the zipper of her skirt. The silken garment seemed to pour down her shapely pegleg, leaving her house creamy rear end clad only in a specify thong step-in that was wedged tightly into the crack of her ass.

She bent over the desk. I approached her from behind, my heart pounding in my chest. I knelt down behind her, thinking to myself that ‘ kissing your knob ass'was rarely performed so literally. With trembling bridge player I reached up and found the specify cincture of her thong scanty. I tugged them downward, dredging the reduce band out of the quip of her ass. The small triangular crotch of the panties peeled slowly off her vaginal mound, trailing shimmering streamers of slit lube that soaked the cottony crotch. She stepped with one metrical unit and then the former as I worked the panties off her pes. Her high cad gave a fantastic lift to her shapely ass as she leaned over the desk. Freed from her panties, Lydia widened her stance, spreading her business firm, tanned legs. Her ass crack gaped open before me, exposing her naked pussy. And there, just a scant in higher, I found the object of my lascivious desire.

I had never seen an anus close up before. It was a marvelously cute little feature, framed so perfectly between her creamy white behind nerve. The ruck, wrinkled flesh was a pinkish brown. The wrinkles radiated outward from the tightly clutched nub, forming a unadulterated little star-shaped opening. I knew from the moment I saw it that I was in love and lustfulness.

I leaned in, working my face into the inscrutable cleft of her ass crack. I used my hands to pass around her boldness, allowing me to delve deeper. Without a hint of hesitancy I pressed my backtalk to Lydia's puckered little pooper. I heard her pant with delight as I nuzzled her in an obscene kiss. I let my spit waver out, teasing and gently probing the incredibly tight resistance of her rectal vena portae. Applying more than force per unit area, the struggle between my eager glossa and Lydia's fiercely clenched little take a shit socket began ...

... As I finished, Lydia collapsed across the desk with a final orgasmic cramp. My exhausted tongue finally pulled from its deeply embedded attitude in her rectum. Wiping my face and savoring the aftertaste, I watched with gratification as Lydia shuddered her way through a series of post-orgasmic twitching."I ... I think you just earned your first packaging,"She offered in a breathless articulation. I flashed a huge grin in response.

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December 10th - evening

After I left Lydia's office yesterday, she had enthusiastically spread the word that I was now uncommitted -- and highly recommended -- for ‘ exclusive services ’, to use her term. ‘ Ass licking'struck me as such a vulgar sounding way to put it, so I liked her sugar-coating condition instead. But regardless of what we chose to call it, my docket for today filled rapidly. I had to piddle an early start to get all the eager ladies worked in. By the end of a very long day, I had seen enough slight pink lady rectums up close and personal to last me for a while. But I had well over one thousand dollar bill in my air pocket for my sweat, even after paying Lydia her cut.

I drove base, distracted by the relentless tingle I felt in my ass. I kept thinking of all of those fast slight puckers I had spent the day snuggling and tonguing out. An great grin crossed my face as I pulled into the private road. I hoped Shindo wasn't too wild with me. I hadn't had fourth dimension to cosset in our break of day romp with him today, so I thought he might be feeling a bit neglected. well, maybe letting the Akita wriggle his eager tongue up my tight piddling twitching whoreson was just the bonding experience we needed to piece thing up.

But my lustful illusion came crashing to a halt as the garage threshold rolled up and there was Frank's car. Apparently his business head trip had ended early. I cursed my bad lot but put on my beneficial fake smile and greeted him as I came in the door. He gave me a distrait wafture and went back to the conversation on his telephone. An empty container of Chinese take-out sat on the kitchen table. I noted he hadn't bothered to get one for me. Disgusted, I decided to simply head up to bed early.

Shindo greeted me in the hallway with a friendly barque. But as I stormed past with my pettishness construction, his tail drooped with uncertainty. He turned and cautiously followed me up to the chamber. I tossed my purse onto the bed with an angry motion. The Akita gave a lull whine of concern and settled down onto the carpet, his head between his face paws with a sad look, watching me.

Suddenly I realized that I wasn't going to let dog itch my evening. I had planned for a prissy intimate time with my bow-wow, and darn it, that's what I was going to get. In fact, I found I couldn't care less that Frank was right down steps. I reached under my mini skirt and peeled off my sticky-wet panty. I tossed the undies in the direction of the canid and he eagerly began to sniff and lick the drenched and slippery cotton genitalia. I discarded skirt and sports bra and kicked off my tennis shoes, leaving me dressed in nothing but my pink ankle air-sleeve.

I sat on the bed and then lay down on my spinal column, my legs draped over the edge. I patted my naked thigh and Shindo rose, tail wagging happily. I spread my ramification, opening myself as he approached, wondering how I might entice Shindo to puzzle out my ass instead of just my kitty-cat. The big canine however had another plan in mind. Reaching the bed he reared up with his front paws, straddling my prone signifier. I looked down, seeing his huge erecting bobbing ominously below his furry belly. The meaty prick was aligned directly with my pubic region. He thrust forward, his pricking finding my wet cunt and sinking easily into its welcoming embrace. I groaned with rage as he began to stroke in and out.

But somehow it just wasn't enough. It wasn't enough with Frank ripe downstairs, not saying two words to me after returning from his misstep. It wasn't enough after a day of unfulfilled intimate Department of Energy at the gym. My pinnace little butthole puckered back and Forth River, demanding attention. I tried to resist, but the lustful urge was too powerful. I squirmed backwards on the bed, moving away from the rapidly thrusting Akita. He pulled back to ready another punishing fuck-thrust, but his stopcock slipped from my slit. Throbbing and glistening wet with my vaginal juices it tucked up tight under his furry tummy, dripping yearn strands of my syrupy sexual lubrication. He whined in protest, wondering why his pussy-ride had come to a premature end.

I squirmed back into perspective. Reaching down, I found and grasped his cock, feeling it quiver in my clutch. I rolled my hip joint upward, blindly maneuvering the tip of his doggy whoreson between my legs. I sighed with lewd prevision as the fleshy tip of his gumshoe eased its way into the adjourn dimpled chad of my ass. Shindo paused in dubiousness. This didn't feeling like girl puss. He gave an observational push. My close little rectal gateway trembled, pulsing in and out as his slippery putz knob increased the pressure sensation. I bit my take down lip, feeling myself start to stretch. Then suddenly my anus blossomed open and the first few in of doggy rooster were forced into my straining whoreson. The Akita looked at me with an dumbfound construction on his case. What a terrific uncovering to find that human girl apparently had two pussycat he could make out ! And this secondly little get it on burrow was so much soaked than the get-go ! He withdrew, leaving just the tip of his cock inside me. Then he thrust again. He plowed thick and I moaned, spreading my wooden leg wider.

Instinctively I brought my legs up, wrapping them around his furry haunches and crossing my ankles over his lower back. This rolled my rosehip upward, perfectly aligning my quivering short rectal gateway with his thrusting cock. He stroked backwards, a mind-numbing detrition burning within my clutching bowels as dog and girl physical body skimmed in passing. Then he pounded me with a potent thrust as I urged him into me with a dire clenching of my ramification. Slowly he ground to a halt, the incredible tautness of my anal retentive fuck sleeve rippling along his embedded length. His bow-wow balls throbbed against my ass and I knew he was fully sheathed inside me.

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

I felt his cock knot begin to puff up, stretching my knit short anus to new property as he forced the enlarged electric organ into my rectal clench. But then I groaned, stretched to my terminus ad quem as he tugged his knot back out of my ass. The Akita was lost in a vacuous frenzy of butt-fuck lust and all that mattered was the joy of each full-depth stroke in and out of my trembling anal embrace. He drove forward and I barely managed to pass back a screaming as his rapidly swelling cock gnarl once again bore down on my tight piffling bunghole. The Akita scrambled for traction, claws scratching for purchase on the hardwood trading floor. I felt myself stretched to obscene limits and then, with a wet ‘ pop ’, Shindo's knot was once Sir Thomas More thrust into my rectum. He withdrew and I felt my anal gateway prominence outward. crying watered in my oculus and then I grunted as the knot wrenched free of my lustful anal bosom.

Shindo thrust forward again, grinding his knot against the muscular ring of my rectum. My nether curtain raising quivered with the strain as the Akita punched his haunches in repeated attempts to reinsert himself. I wrapped my ankles back around him, pulling compressed and grinding my hips in a circular gesture. But despite our conflate efforts, the knot had swollen to impossibly huge balance. The eyetooth let out a frustrated whimper, realizing the essential error he had made. He frantically continued to hurtle, but the swell knot was now hopelessly too bombastic and inconceivable to draw back into my tight little asshole. We would have to crap due without being tied.

The panting canine pounded into me with bore, lust-filled knife thrust. His tongue lolled from his jowls and his sides heaved as the passionateness overwhelmed him. In a final desperate motion he pulled back knockout on his cock, perhaps intent on delivering one final examination powerful lunge in an attempt to swallow his burl in my ass. But as he withdrew, one rear paw slipped on the hardwood trading floor. Thrown off balance, his throbbing cock slipped loose 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 retentive fuck tunnel, his cock snapped upward as he attempted to repel home. I felt the distance of his hot shaft slip through the parted sass of my kitty-cat. His knot pressed into the hugging embrace of my vaginal folds but the end of his putz skimmed freely on through. I felt his swinging balls contract, pressed up tight against my gaping asshole. The declamatory putz shaft swelled and then erupted with a churning fountain of dog cum. The muggy geyser rocketed from the tip of his exposed pecker, arching upward as it sprayed between his furry figurehead branch. The syrupy trail seemed to fall in the air and then laid itself down, splattering a heavy mess that drenched me from tits to face and lathered itself into my hair.

The Akita cycled his haunches and thrust forward a mo time, his back curving as he committed every straining eyetooth muscle into the exertion. The first deep hose-down of cum was but a foreshadowing of his second effort. His legs trembling, the dog unleashed a massive violent stream of glutinous spermatozoon as if blown from a carom. The initial encroachment caught me full phase of the moon in the look, glazing my shocked expression with an oozing ice that was layered on thick. As the wolf followed through with his fuck-thrust his prick angled higher, launching the lowering pennant of cum above my head. It splattered against the headboard with a wet impact and draped itself in sticky, oozing tracks across the fine silk sheet of paper and pillows at the head of the bed.

The third eruption fired small, skimming over my raw belly and gushing like a raging river through the gap of segmentation. It arched upward at the end of his stroke, drenching another glistening splattering of luscious indignity across my face.

Seemingly appalled at the purposeless waste of a massive lode of cum, the Akita calmed his frantic pace, hoping to put at least some of his churning milky discharge on target. He paused just a fraction of second in his frantic cycles/second of fuck-thrusts, squatting lower on his haunches as he lunged forward for another attempt. His pecker hammered forward, driven by an urgent uncoiling of his sinewy haunches. Cum launched from his dent, splattering the cutter flesh around my slowly constricting anal gateway, giving me a abbreviated forewarning of his impending unveiling. The tip of his spewing cock shaft made contact, perfectly centered, and battered its way through any hints of heavy anal resistance without compunction. I moaned, feeling the to the full length of his cock once again stretch my rectal passage. Cum frothed from his son of a bitch as he buried himself up to his knot, soothing the burning rubbing in my ass with a wondrous finishing of his canine love juice.

My coming flared to life as his prick was press-fit into my bunghole. I moaned, desperately resisting the urge to squeal with salacious passion. My rippling sphincter muscular tissue clamped down tight on his invading putz, gripping him in an pressing embrace and pulling him ever recondite. Shindo withdrew, fighting against the powerful milking action of my ass. My thighs and pot shivered with spasms of delectation. Then he plunged into my muggy 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 pleasure was causing me to melt. Hot ostentation erupted across my body, causing a glistening sheen of sweat to teem forth from my hyper-sensitive skin. He thrust once more and I bucked my hips, grinding my teeth with the effort and wanting -- needing -- ever bit of him inside me. His chunk contracted against the crack of my ass as I rolled my pelvic arch upward to mirror his motion. Panting, the Akita's stopcock gushed a last prison term and I felt my bowels swell with a warm soothing whiz.

The eye tooth trembled, panting desperately as he held his slowly softening cock in the rippling embracing of my shuddering anal nookie arm. Then, almost reluctantly, he withdrew. I quivered with post-orgasmic delight as the ennoble rubbing arose with his release. With a wet slurp his dog stopcock slipped from my yaw asshole. Dog cum poured from the open orifice as I sighed with gratification.

A shower would probably have been advisable, but I wanted nix more than to savor the afterglow of these wonderful sensations. Shindo curled up on his blanket in the quoin as I turned off the igniter. Snuggling my way into the cum-splattered sheets I dropped quickly off to sleep. If dog noticed anything haywire by the time he joined me in bed, he didn't bother to take a crap mention of it.

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Dec 11th - Morning

They say your life can exchange in a day. Today was apparently my day. The forenoon started off normally enough. Frank even remarked at breakfast that Shindo seemed so very well behaved these days. Almost as if he was rid of his abundance of flighty energy. I smiled quietly to myself, having some theories on how that might experience come about.

My number one 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 gasconade of a picayune steam before going in to act. I was more than happy to assist. Abby's thighs draped over my berm and clenched tightly around my head as she shuddered through a powerful orgasm. Her brawniness strained as she shivered, her fists clenched as she writhed on her back on the massage tabular array. Then she collapsed with a satisfied squeal of joy. Her hips twitched as I replaced my glossa with my fingers. I gently eased my centre finger into the depth of her hot lilliputian shitter while my ovolo wormed its way into the profoundness of her slippery twat. Her deal closed gently over mine, urging me deeper. Slowly I twisted my radiocarpal joint in a sultry, bill gesture as she purred in response. She sat up, running her digit through my hairsbreadth and pulling my boldness to hers. We kissed, tongues wrestling as I shared the sense of taste of her sweetened little ass with her.

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

"Oh, it's no big matter, I suppose,"she explained."It's just that we have this Great Dane, Spencer. He's normally a wonderful dog, but, wow, sometimes he just seems bent of causing problem. You have no idea how much fuss a vast dog like that can be if he puts his thinker to it.

I chuckled, regaling her with some of Shindo's more notorious exploits. She laughed, wondering out tatty if there was any sorting of solution.

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

Abby looked thoughtful, asking me how I knew. well, I don't really know how it happened, but one account led to another. Before I knew it, I was spilling my moxie to her, telling her every sordid detail of my horrid life with hotdog, and even my intimate experiences with my Akita. I one-half expected her to react in jounce. But then -- only moments early -- I had my lingua wriggling deep in the clutching confines of her rectum. So perhaps her expectations of my morals weren't all that high to set out with. Embarrassingly, I ended up with my pass in Abby's lap, crying as my news report poured out of me while she lovingly stroked my hair.

Finally I rose, apologizing to her for making a scene as I looked down at the base in shame. She put her digit under my Kuki, raising my regard to meet hers."I think I might just have a perfectly wonderful answer to ever last bit of this,"she promised with a smile.

I tried to get her to explain, but she asked me to simply trust her. She asked if I could do that. Blinking away the tears, I slowly nodded. We gathered our things and she led me to the parking lot. She triggered the remote control on her keys and a white Bugatti blinked its lights and chirped in reception.

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

She shrugged dismissively."One of them,"she replied."My husband Dillon likes toys."I couldn't assist but think that it sounded similar to my husband frankfurter. But the way Abby looked when she talked about Dillon made me mistrust that their relationship was far more positive than my own. We rumbled through the streets, finding our way to an exclusive gated subdivision. 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 broadsheet drive in forepart of a immense mansion. Leaving the car in the drive, Abby invited me inside. I was overwhelmed. I thought my husband wienerwurst liked his displays of riches, but we lived like paupers in equivalence. Marble statues lined the huge entry hallway, and the walls of the living room were covered with what I presumed to be original works of classic art.

Abby and I sat down on the ovalbumin leather couch. All of the furnishing were exquisite, but I couldn't help but notice a tattered niche on the matching reclining chair, its stuffing spilling out onto the floor."Spencer,"Abby explained, rolling her centre. My eyes fell on a Brobdingnagian Great Dane, napping on the story behind the chairperson. He gave a lazy thump of his huge tush in response and then rolled back on his side to bear on his nap. Then she took my men in hers, and explained her plan. My eyes went wide as she laid out the item ...

... My heart was pounding as she finished. I bit my lip, pondering this huge change to my life history. Slowly I nodded in agreement. Abby flashed an eager grin."I'm so excited !"she announced."Now, I will need to check with Dillon to prepare 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 irritate you at employment, but can your assoil an hour from your docket and amount dwelling ? Yes, yes, it's very crucial. No, I really can't explain it over the phone. I'll just have to show you, but I think you'll be thrilled ... OK, dessert, I'll see you in half an minute. Bye !"She put away her phone."He'll be here at 9:30,"she explained."In the mean metre, why don't you see if you can't make Quaker with Spencer over there ?"I rose and approached the monstrously powerful Great Dane. He surely weighed in at well over 200 dog pound. But the big lug rolled onto his back as I approached, his keister wagging happily.

As promised, Dillon arrived home promptly at 9:30. His wife went to greet him in the entry, leaving me lone with Herbert Spencer. They were talking excitedly as they came into the keep room."... Anyway, she followed me household. Can we keep her ? Pleeeeeeease ?"Abby joked by way of first introduction, getting a gag from her hubby. 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 help. And as you can see, she already has some theories on how to help us with Spencer's discipline issues."

I was heroic to stool a honorable first impression on Dillon. I meant to compliment him on what a trance wife he had, and to gush about his fabulous home. Perhaps even say something witty. But alas, all I could manage was a serial publication of stammering groan,"Ugh..ugh..umff."It wasn't exactly my about articulate moment, but in my defense, I did have twelve inches of Spencer's soda-can sized dog cock hammering balls deep into my anus like a jack hammer as I lay draped over the armrest of the recliner. Spencer chose that consequence to hurtle cryptic and laborious with a mightily lunge, causing me to climb up up on my toes. I issued a lustful squeal of joy as he embedded his cock mile and allowed the grotesque organ to swell to obscene symmetry inside the clutching grip of my rectal orifice.

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

"She'll be live-in, of course, and will have assorted duties as both your personal assistant and mine,"Abby explained."I've offered her 80,000 dollar mark per year to bulge out. I know, it seems high school, but dear -- my gosh -- the girl has talents, that you'll come to appreciate. And as you can see, she's certainly an aegir castor when it comes to throwing herself into her work."

"auditory sensation full to me,"Dillon agreed, apparently entirely unconcerned about the money aspect."She can have her pick of any of the up the stairs bedrooms."

"Silly !"Abby chastised with a playful smacking 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 employment and living system were settled. Shaking mitt to seal the deal had to expect of course, until Spencer finished unloading a bucketful of churning dog cum up my ass, and then -- finally -- wrenching his faltering peter knot from the embracing grasp of my rectal tooth decay.



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Dec 11th - Afternoon

Abby, as it turned out, was an extremely competent and high-dollar divorce lawyer. If you have a union that is circling the drain, she's the form of shark you want in your corner. We discussed the item of how to get myself decoupled from my unhappy relationship with frankfurter. She explained how these things can dredge on for years if the fight over money gets ugly. I replied that I didn't want a nickel of his plus, and just wanted this to be over as quickly as possible. That, she told me, would make matter amazingly sluttish. Frank just needed to signalise off, and we would be done.

"You don't know weenie,"I responded, tears forming in my eyes."The only thing he likes more than money is a proficient fight. 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 reply."trustfulness me,"she offered."I know how to cover with the ilk of him."She drove me to my business firm and we picked up Shindo. Other than the Akita and a few personal item, I left everything in the house, even tossing my car keys on the kitchen tabular array since the vehicle was titled in Frank's name. Then I closed the doorway behind me and left for the very last time.

The bulk of the afternoon was spent in preparation. Abby put together a introductory uncontested divorce agreement, and I attended to other matter per her focal point. By latterly good afternoon the contract was fired off to wienerwurst in an electronic mail. We didn't have long to hold off for a response. I read his response and began to cry."See, I told you he would be absolutely horrible !"I sobbed, sorting through his vicious and profanity-laced response which promised a draw out effectual war. Abby simply nodded, telling me not to worry, and she had expected no less. We put the endorsement part of her plan into action.

Anonymous emails were sent to the"all-staff"destination at Frank's work. What text and email contacts I had for his Quaker and folk were also included. Each contained just the subject seam ‘ frank's Wife ’, and an attached picture Indian file.

The TV data file was a quality small-arm of oeuvre. Dillon had some excellent television recording paraphernalia, and Abby seemed a natural with the camera. She captured me from every angle, defenseless and enthusiastically enjoying a vigorous double-penetration from both Shindo and Spencer. Spencer lay on his cover as I straddled him with my pussy. Shindo brought up the rear -- as it were -- pounding my retrousse posterior with every inch of his wonderful bow-wow pecker. A frothy dual cream pie filling brought the video recording to a rousing climax. acerate leaf to say, several hundred written matter of the video served to accept the steam out of wienerwurst's lust for a fight to keep me. I didn't even manage about the personal overplus. The signed divorcement papers popped into Abby's In-Box within the hr, and that, as they say, was that.

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