PROLOGUE

This is the level of a mature woman, Deepti Sinha. She lives in the greater metropolitan region of Mumbai, Republic of India. She comes from a conservative Indian family and married to a trouble oneself businessman through an arranged marriage, still a green custom in India and other countries in the neighborhood. She is a good cleaning woman, a effective wife, and has made it her end to create an environment of ataraxis and comfort for her hubby. It has been a job that she was predisposed to perform even if the effort seemed under-appreciated.

Deepti is a submissive in personality and nature. The only problem is that she is still incognizant of that and wouldn't know what that is or means if she was cognizant. All she knows is that her role is to please and serve her husband in much the same way she did when she lived with her parents and family before her stage marriage. Her lifelike impulse to please was of primary quill importance to the man's mob in order that he be freed to care himself only with his rising vocation in clientele. They believed he was a man destined to come through and institute reference to the family.

Deepti was a Virgo the Virgin at marriage ceremony and translate little of the intimate humanity or its potential. As it turned out, her married man, Prakash, had as slight interest in intimate telling as she had knowledge of it. Unfortunately for Deepti, though, the consummation of their union and the betimes years to follow opened something within her that remained frustratingly unfulfilled by an inattentive husband interested more in his business sector efforts and vices, gaming and drinking, than the significant charms of his wife. And, despite her subtle soupcon and flirtation, he remained consumed by other things. Being subservient, however, she found it difficult, if not impossible, to press out her interest in exploring sex with him.

After 15 years of a c***dless and sexually frustrating spousal relationship, she began to contemplate, fantasy, and imagine what might get been or might be if … The if was something she was not comfortable with. This story is the exploration she innocently began and found difficult to control.

Hidden deep inside Deepti was a desire and need to satisfy and be satisfied in simple style initially, but in not so uncomplicated ways, eventually. But finding the way to fulfill and be satisfied seemed unimaginable to her. unacceptable until her world was opened up before her in a very unexpected way.

CHAPTER TWO

For two Day, I lived a everyday life history of self-recrimination and loathing. For once, I was grateful that Prakash ignored me so I wouldn't have to guess everything was okay. When you don't interact except for the barest of communicating substitution, the face you put on is of small significance.

A dog. I let a dog lick my physical structure. I was regretful than a whore, a tramp, a kasabi. How could I have done that ? What was incorrect with me ?

For two days, I didn't think about anything but my disgrace. For two days, I remained fully dressed. For two Clarence Shepard Day Jr., it didn't even occur to me that I had so recently been craving sexual departure. For two days I denied my need, my crazed desire, my unsatiable craving for the sexual departure missing from my liveliness for all those year. For two days ….

Then, it started slowly, almost imperceptibly in my mind. The remembering crept into my consciousness that I hadn't LET the dog lick me. The dog licked me, but it hadn't been my determination or willingness that it happened. The dog appeared … from nowhere, really. It licked me while I was orgasming. The sensations were on top of my orgasm. My nous was confused, befuddled, foggy in the orgasmic res publica of press release. It really wasn't my error. I wasn't to pick. I didn't do anything …

Then, after yet another day, I recognized my keep on need, craving for sexual release. That hadn't changed, it still existed. That wasn't my shift or my doing, either. That was Prakash's mistake for ignoring me, for thought process and lovingness for his business worry more than his married woman's concerns. The craving was still real, still demanding, and they needed to be satisfied. That hadn't changed. I needed a release. I needed stimulus for waiver.

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

It was quick. It was very quick. After crushing the dildo into my muddle, I turned the nob up to the maximum. I used both hands, one to thrust the hard rubber vibrating phallus in and out while the other alternated between my engorged clit and each of my pinchable nipples. My climax broke over me with a thunderous cry erupting deep inside me. My hands only paused, though, as my body shook. I never even took the buzzing dildo from my cunt, only waiting for some strength and awareness to give to me. Then, my manus resumed. This metre I left the dildo to hover as my finger tortured my throbbing clit and I twisted and pinched my nipples. I cried out in nuisance and erotic thrill as my consistency rose to an even cracking orgasm. I scream my vent as my legs and weapons system shivered.

When I partially recovered, I removed the still vibrating toy from my cunt and I listened carefully to any phone in the apartment above or below. I wasn't sure if anyone might be able-bodied to hear the scream or not, but a news report was slow to think of. A elementary fall while rearranging the shelves in the bedchamber closet.

As I stood in the bedchamber, I saw my musing in the mirror. I walked directly in social movement of it and gazed at my mirror image, again. Critically, this fourth dimension, like a week ago. I separated my thighs and looked. Not only could I see the backtalk of my slit between my legs, but they and the inside of my thigh were wet with my cum and succus. I have heard of cleaning woman who squirt, but I don't think I am not one of them. But, I do leak out my succus generously and that is seeable now. My nipples are more say than before, the stimulant having extended them even more. I use my fingers and extort them, lift them, and wrestle them. It hurts, but I watch my facial chemical reaction as I do it, then I check out the nipples. They throb from the abuse and they stand out even further.

I look at my body, my body's chemical reaction, and my mind is again on path for the geographic expedition I had set for myself those days before. I look at my body closely as if to see the Sojourner Truth in the skin, tits, teat, and puss. I look up into my own centre and that is where I see it, the truth, the proof, and the determination. I want it. I need it. I crave it. I want more of what I started. And, in that import of review, of introspection, I know I am going to go back to the Park. The dog's knife felt heavenly. It felt howling. I am going back to the Mungo Park and I will fuck off outside, again. But … if that dog returns …

Despite my decision, I am still working up the nerve to venture back to the Park. I think I have erased the ignominy of the dog licking me. That recrimination was brooding of my family, Prakash, and what they would have heaped onto me should such an experience be witnessed and reported. I feel the turmoil of the risk, again. The shudder of exposure and the danger it represents renew me and prick me. My academic term of masturbation in the flat become more frequent and vivid. I have used a lot of images and fancy but none have produced such vivid excitation, stimulus, and raw dismissal as now. Now, all my psyche can see while the dildo or my fingers work at my cunt is the dog licking at my wet and gaping cunt. These images, though, don't point so quickly as it occurred in reality before. These images are of the dog imbrication at my drooling cunt as I lay spread before him, my fingers abusing my nipple until he and I bring me to a glorious orgasm that is replicated on my bed with the dildo. Any longer, those images, those cerebration, have become the craving. It seems completely rash, not careful, at all. But, I know it is now inevitable.

When I return to the Park, I am telling myself I don't believe the dog, any dog, could even be there in that spot. I kept telling myself it would have to be a coincidence of epic proportionality for that dog to be in the same billet and same time as me. I am trying to keep back myself from a huge disappointment, but inwardly I am still hoping to experience that event, again. I rationalize that it might take various visits.

And, I am rectify. I return to the Park and my location. I scan around the arena and I am virtually alone. I still hear sounds of people and k**s in the distance, but I am alone in my hidden spot. I push my denim and panties down to my articulatio talocruralis to allow even better exposure of my legs and I settle down in the wild grass. I start urgently with my fingers, but then demand a deep breathing space to quieten myself. There is no penury for rushing through this. The lack of the dog is only one chemical element of the experience. I can still be in nature. Where I lie, I look up to the sky. The remote sounds of masses, the sounds of birds and the metropolis much further in the distance is both calming and titillating. The sounds of nature are refreshing and calming ; the auditory sensation of city life and masses are stimulating, reminding of what I am doing and where I am doing it.

I reach to the side for my humble rucksack and remove the dildo, turning it onto a low stage setting. I place the end of it directly on my button, rotating it over and around the nub. A hanker shiver runs through my body. I hear rustling in the brush or trees somewhere. I can't help myself. I awkwardly kneel, the dildo protruding from my cunt. I slowly put forward my head to rake around. I see nothing, but I was sure I heard something and the something was big. I kneel as straight as I can, rising as far as I can without standing. I still don't see anything. Then, it happens, again. A dandy crash through folio. I almost cry out, but I can't. My jeans are around my articulatio talocruralis, I can't movement, much less flight. When I hear it the next time, I am prepared and my auricle trace the sound. It isn't on the ground but up in the air, which means it must be in the Tree around me. Then, a vauntingly hawk bursts out of a tree diagram about 15 feet from me. It has something trapped in its claws.

I am shaking from the build-up of adrenaline and the sudden stand-in of not being found. I collapse to the ground in relief and, in the process, drive the dildo, still in my cunt, deeper into me. This clip I do cry out in shock and stimulation. The vibrating mind was jammed against my cervix and the entire toy is nearly jammed inside me but for the foot. The sensation is beyond anything I have experienced with the device, the buzzing inside me directly on my inner curtain raising to my uterus. I shake, my coat of arms hitch as my ass is firmly on the ground holding the head deep inside me. I climax firmly and downslope to my rear, my heart clenched tightly shut, not a phone penetrating from the exterior ; the only sound is the pounding rush of my heartbeat in my ears.

It takes quite a while for my body to regain. Or, maybe I just allowed a long time to recover, enjoying the surrounding sounds of nature to slowly income tax return and envelop me as I gazed back up at the blue sky and the sounds of the metropolis again riposte to me. I am partially naked out-of-doors and I have just had a magnificent sexual climax that took my breather away.

As I casually walk downhill to the path, I am distracted by the feelings still fresh in my head, even my body. It isn't until I hear a bark that I look up. There coming over another ridge behind the location I had been was a dog bounding playfully. I stopped to learn, rummy if it is the same dog. I couldn't tell from that distance for sure, but it was interchangeable in breed and sizing. It seemed to be playing, chasing after something on the footing, picking it up and running back over the ridgepole. Playing ? That would mean it was with someone. It hits me that the old clip I had the thought the dog looked like a pet, not a stray. It was well cared for and had a collar. I saw cipher that meter and didn't this time, either. But, there could have been individual just over the ridgeline, like the dog seemed to be responding to now.

Again, the next few days were consumed by the experience in the parking lot, but also with the sighting of the dog. Maybe the dog being near when I am there isn't"a coincidence of epic proportions"after all.

It becomes consuming, again. I not only masturbate to the thought of the dog, but I stand in front of the mirror, my ramification bed cover as I run my fingerbreadth over my cunt brim where the dog had licked. It is a poor substitute using my fingerbreadth, but I imagine them being the lingua of the dog. I rub unvoiced, press on my clit, slipping one and two digit inside. As my body moves confining to an climax, I look from my finger's breadth on my cunt to my face and eyes. I watch as my eyes slowly low-toned to slit, then exposed wider and curlicue back so I see zilch as the sexual climax takes hold of me.

I moved quickly to the living room windowpane and brazenly stood almost against the crank as if I wanted the entire world to see how aroused my eubstance looked. I was so turned on that my work force rose to learn storage area of my pap, fondling them and pinching my nipples. As my hullabaloo began to climb, renewed, one mitt slid down my stomach and between my legs. I was lazily stroking my cunt and clitoris when my eyes focused on the Sanjay Gandhi national commons in the distance. Somewhere in that ballpark, a dog might be roaming around. He may be brought to the Park by someone, but he has some freedom of movement. Whoever is with him doesn't seem to bide so tight that either of the fourth dimension I have seen the dog have I seen a individual. Of course, the side by side time might be different. It was another peril. But, trying to meet up with one of the stray andiron that run wild throughout the city and realm would be a far grown risk. They are wild and brazen and unpredictable, even dangerous. Not only would there be the same danger of being seen with it, but many are said to impart rabies and other diseases. It is rumored that some are even turning a bluish colouring material from toxins they have come into contact with.

I returned to the Park even more committed. As I began my climb up the slope from the track, I saw a dog, maybe the same dog by the show, sitting at the ridge a piddling further past my hiding touch. As I climbed up to the same location I had used past times, it's inconceivable to watch out my footing and the dog. When I stopped to look, the dog was gone. When I reach my daub and looked all around to see if anyone was nearby or watching from a aloofness, I still didn't see the dog.

I resign myself to having to be satisfied with masturbating, but this clock time I decided to add to my experience of tractableness and endangerment by removing my shoes, jeans, and scanty completely. I was standing in my embrace placement, peeking through the branches and over them, looking down at the path below and the surrounding expanse around me. Seeing nothing that raised any concern, and no dog, I unsnapped my dungaree and lowered the zipper. I pried off my shoes and, with a last spirit around, get-up-and-go both my jean and step-in over my pelvic girdle and down my legs.

I had become entangled in my own clothes somehow. Something I do routinely had suddenly become complicated. My scrawny jeans and pantie were bound up around my ankles. I bent over to push harder to get them over my human foot when I should induce sat down and pulled the final stage of the dungaree branch over my metrical foot. Instead, I am doubled over, my ass sticking up with my hands at my ankles and substructure working at the cloth bundled in an unyielding mess.

When I felt something wet slide over my ass, my idea attempted to throw from the problem of my apparel to the feeling behind me. The endorsement swipe of wetness caught me between my thigh and covered the length of my cunt. My mind reacted in surprise, fear, and joy all at the same instant. I thought I was alone. I even looked specifically for the dog. Suddenly, as if he were a touch that didn't make any sound, he was licking my ass and puss. I stumbled forward, falling and landing on the footing, rolling onto my back.

I looked down along my body to see the dog sitting at my tangled feet. Again, it seemed like the same dog with the same well cared for and well-trained demeanor. I could see a medallion hanging from the collar, but I couldn't make out what it said. This was definitely a pet and it didn't have the look of a pet who was lost. I struggled to my knees and looked around the region, again. If this was a pet, its possessor might be nearby. Or, perhaps the owner brought the dog out here to run and tail cony and such and was trained well enough for it to return on its own. The pattern explicitly required all dogs to be on a lead, but that was only a rule and multitude flaunted rules all the time.

I was leaning forward to peer through some arm when the dog did it, again. His wet snout bumped into my banquet thighs and the smell, more than the protuberance, caused me to precipitate forward, again. This time I fell through some branches and the strait was patent. That, of trend, meant I had to glance over around the area all over, again.

When I settled back down on my butt, I watched the dog as he watched me. My eyes drifted down his consistence and he was very definitely a ‘ he ’. Underneath his abdomen was a large sheath with a red tip poking out. The vividness was only the first thing that seemed dissimilar about it. My exclusively experience with cocks was Prakash and that narrow-minded experience and former oddment became evident here. I didn't know the dog's hammer would be unlike, but it was.

His turncock, though, wasn't what I was concern in except for the satisfaction that the dog was a male. Somehow, it seemed important for the dog to be male if it licked my puss. It would be later before that persuasion would seem significant to me. Why would my bitch being licked by a female dog or human be different ?

I had my opportunity in front of me, sitting quietly, patiently. And, there I was, my jeans and scanty down at my ankles, my shoes off to the side. And, I was outside where I wanted to be. I leaned forward, trying not to do anything that might scare the dog, and pulled the jeans from my feet, then the pantie. I piled them next to my shoes and patted my thigh as the only way I could think of to pull in the dog. I added,"here, boy ”, and to my continued surprisal and delight, the dog moved forward. If I was going to let this dog get personal with me, I wanted to get to have sex him just a minuscule, anyway. The medallion on his collar read,"Sheru ”, a Golden Retriever. His fur was well groomed despite what he picked up chasing through the brush. The name Sheru means Panthera leo or tiger and given my setting, the figure fit with the danger I was feeling.

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

With my helping hand on the face of his head,"Sheru, I want to be your special admirer and I want you to do something very special for me. I am indisputable, or at least I think I am sure, you haven't ever done anything like this, but …"

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

I leaned forward and his tongue came out quickly and licked my facial expression from my mentum, over my lips, and to my nose. I giggled. Maybe he understood Sir Thomas More than I gave him credit for. I took a mystifying breath and lay back to the priming. He was between my stage and I spread them further. This was unusual for me, too. I had never had anyone, or thing, biff or kiss me there. He and I were both going to be discovering things here. I took another inscrutable breath, wanting very much to do this, but at the Saami time not believing I was about to do this.

On my cover with my peg wide loose, I closed my oculus, and silently prayed I would not be attacked or mauled in the process of whatever happened following. I lifted my knees and spread them out the way I had been doing before when I masturbate with the dildo. I knew I am wet ; I have been constantly. I raised my headland and looked at the dog. His snout was sniffing and I knew he was picking up my smell. As his head lowered toward my private parts, I sucked in a lung-full of air. I held my intimation in anticipation. My head still up, I watched with fervor and disbelief. His honker was right there. I felt the air he expelled from his nose over my cunt lips. It sent a shiver through my body despite the warmth of the day. I put my head back and moaned at the sensation, but when his tongue came out and licked the integral length of my pussy, I groaned and moaned over and over as his tongue greedily lapped at my sex, which I was sure was leaking fluids and providing him with more incentive for licking.

I was quickly beside myself with the sensations and emotions crashing through me. I was outside ; I was being licked by a dog ; I was nearly defenseless outside ; my nude and exposed sex was spread out ; I could find out the airplane above, see the airplane ; I could hear the birds nearby, the faint hum of traffic on the expressway near the Park ; I was outside. My trunk was rising to an orgasm ! Outside ! By a dog ! A dog was the first Male of any kind to cream my slit. And, it was wonderful.

I wanted more. I wanted it to never end. I pulled my knees up to my breast, pushing my knees to the slope, completely and vulgarly exposing my cunt to the hungry tongue of the dog. I never felt so wanton, so vulnerable, so debunk, so at risk … and I never wanted it to end.

But it was about to. My orgasm was rising to an unlikely height. I felt like I might explode from my puss outward. I clawed at my tee-shirt and bra, my digit struggling to get underneath to mash my nipples, to pinch them, and to twist them. The pain was delightful and added to the rising mavin from the clapper, that wonderful tongue. Then, it happened. My legs started shaking and flexing like wings of a struggling grounded razz. When my orgasm crashed over me, I thrust my hips into the air as if that action might somehow create a more intense contact with the tongue.

I remembered hearing a cry but it was moments before it dawned on me that the cry came from me. When that dawning settled on me, I scrambled from the dog to find my dungaree and brake shoe. I quickly got dressed, tying my horseshoe before fully pulling my blue jean up. I stood and looked around nervously as I fastened the piece of cake and zipper. I smoothed my haircloth and brushed the green goddess, leaves, and grime from my apparel as skilful I could. I looked around again, then exited my touch, worried that someone might feature heard the cry and arrive to investigate.

Not seeing anyone coming, I took several mysterious breaths to calm myself as I descended to the path. Then, a whistle, a loud and demanding tin whistle, carried through the air and the dog, Sheru, went bounding higher up the mound. Oh, no … the dog did amount with someone !

CHAPTER trinity :

Again, the after-experience of what happened in the Park consumes my existence in various slipway. Not the least is the overwhelming centripetal effect that exceeded anything my imagination could anticipate. But, close behind those emotions was the chilling cognisance that the dog was not there alone, that his owner had been nearby.

In short, the experience was EVERYTHING I could feature hoped for at the sentence ! I achieved a mind-shattering, body-shaking orgasm that wasn't self-induced. In fact, it was the best, almost intense, stun, and consuming coming of my life history. And, something I had never experienced, I was the sole attention of a male while having any phase of sex. The dog … a dog ! … was the first male to fully focus his efforts on giving me sexual pleasure. Whether, in reality, the dog was really focused on an effort of giving me an orgasm or merely enjoying the scent and leak coming from my cunt, the outcome was the same. The dog gave to me without the condition that I was expected to give to him in any way or sort. My unit experience previously had been the dutiful effort of wedding for the production of a family. The idea of sex merely for its own pleasure, sharing, joy, and devotion had been unknown. A dog showed me what the sex act could be.

But, there was also the chilling burden produced by hearing the tin whistle and seeing Sheru's prompt answer. There could be piffling motion that the whistling was intended for Sheru. The exit, though, was that the person behind the pennywhistle appeared to allow the dog significant freedom to cheat on his own. The risk of others in the commons finding me during any such body process was suddenly minimized by the interrogation of the person who was calling the dog.

I was a charwoman on firing, though. That vision and memory consumed not only every meter I masturbated but became increasingly unmanageable to view any early course of natural action in my new twistedly erotic condition. I became slightly abusive of my own physical structure. Standing before the mirror, it was as if my reflection was taunting me to action as I twisted, pinched, and pulled my tit. I did the same to my clit, those nubs throbbing from the aggressive attending I gave them while my eyes focused on the legal action, my eyes seeking the heart of the woman in the mirror as if I was beseeching her to check. But, it continued and grew in very small steps. I attached clothespin to my nipple as I shoved the dildo into my twat. Who knew painful sensation could be so enticing, erotic.

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

Something more was the key. I could easily go back to the Park and masturbate and I did. The dog was around, I saw it, but it seemed held back somehow. It even seemed to see me, but it never came. I saw it look at me, directly at me, then backward, back and forth before running away from me. It sent chills down me that day when I questioned if the dog's owner was keeping it from coming to me. Did the possessor know I was there or was it merely a co-occurrence of timing ? And, if it was timing, then the dog might come to me and the owner come shortly after. The intellection sent a chill through me. It also excited me. It also worried me. I was becoming so necessitous of spillage and experience. It was seeming like a spiral of indigence and craving, the end of which I didn't understand.

This took wait in my mind increasingly. What could I do to go through new elements of risk without involving the dog or brazenly being naked or nearly so in Park ? I had previously gone out for walking in the neighborhood around the apartment without underclothes on. That was thrilling at the time, but in retainer of what I had done in the Park, it was very condom. I considered how I could stick out that type of experience to another level. I came up with wearing one of my sari with only a top. I had several that were semi-sheer and others that were solidness. As I considered the idea, I wondered if a semi-sheer was too much of a endangerment. Of course of study, putting active thought into the idea had the predictable effect of pushing me in that direction.

I went outside wearing a saree and focused on where I might walk, sit, passing shops, etc. I watched myself in Windows of shops and any mirror I might get hold inside shops. Wearing a saree in India is common and innate. There is no more thought to it than wearing a garb in Western rural area. A sari, though, is not anything like a dress.

The sari is essentially wrapping a duration of framework around your body. Normally, the wrap is over a form-fitting top, which is over a bra. Below, a petticoat over panties is wear off. In a formula practical application, wearing both top and petticoat, you hold the saree inner end with the pass on hand, making sure the bottom is at floor story, tucking the top border into the underskirt. The saree is passed around the front while maintaining the same superlative to the floor. Keeping the top edge level, tucking a little into the petticoat to keep the saree firmly in berth. Pleats are formed by folding from the right and tucking the edge. Tucking the pleats into the half-slip, the pleats should lessen straight. Then, bringing around the saree, holding it to the right and passing it to the left hand, arranging the moulding evenly. Then d**** it over your left articulatio humeri allowing the end piece to fall casually.

It is often, if not generally, worn with a bare mid-drift. I studied it in the mirror. The way it is worn and hangs, it must be worn with a top because of how it hangs and d****s. Below, however, from the waist down, the organic structure is covered, with or without a half-slip. I was curious, though, about flatus. I retrieved a base fan and arranged it near the mirror. I took the saree off and removed the petticoat. How do I do the tucks without a half-slip ? Perhaps by just using a cut belt ? I put a thin bang at my coxa, then put the saree back on. It takes several minutes and I was careful to make the tuck secure each clip. Having tucks give way without a petticoat would be most awkward. Once completed, I turned the fan on at a low speed to test a pattern current of air f number in the streets due to scent and trucks and gondola. As I turned, it was possible for the folds to rise up when the air caught it just right. I found, though, that for my ass to fully show, I needed to take the fold by hired hand and pull it across the back of my legs. It was an luxuriant campaign, but it was potential to do and it involved several risks depending on the rapier, the security of the belt, the farting, and the material.

I knew where this was going, too. The hazard were all accomplishable and that was becoming unacceptable. I needed the element of peril. I needed the ingredient of not having everything within my controller. I elected to use a semi-transparent saree cloth. Normally, it is worn over an elaborate top or fashion bra along with a patterned petticoat since some of it might be visible. The sheer saree are very a great deal worn with fashion tops and bottoms.

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

I knew where I wanted to walk. It was very populated with old and young and quite busy. It would be perfect. I live in the Sunder Nagar territorial dominion which is bordered by New link Road to the west and Swami Vivekanand Road to the east and Goregaon - Mulund radio link route to the Confederate States. Between these is a district known for educational institutes including shoal and colleges.

Sunder Nagar is mostly Hindu ( 75 % ) and the rest is mainly Muslim. There are bakeries and former workshop in the area. I intend to focus my walking along Sunder Nagar Road past many store, a school day, and several colleges with my destination being the Sunder Nagar Garden. This is a large green blank space with activities for all long time. A playground for young c***dren and families and football game, cricket, and badminton grounds for teenagers and young men ( mostly ). There is a walking track of 600 meters.

When I exited the building, I was immediately hit with the feeling of exposure. Whether or not I was mattered little. The mass who looked my way as I merged onto the walkway I was convinced were seeing through my saree below my waist. The further I walked, the more comfortable I started becoming as I found the hoi polloi coming toward me were not staring transfixed at my groin. But, the hoi polloi behind me became my worry. I noticed that even I tended to notice the book binding of people because your alternative are restricted when surrounded by others.

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

I walked the integral Sunder Nagar Garden grounds and spent most of my time away from the family orbit, just in case. There was a group of Young men playing football and others standing along the sides watching. I surveyed the area and chose a place away from the activity but near plenty to be watching. I looked around to mold where multitude were, then reached behind and pulled the saree fold across the back of my legs to peril my ass and legs. I felt the air move over my bare skin and it felt so wicked. It was what I felt at Sanjay Mrs. Gandhi Park, but this was a inhabit, busy expanse. I quickly dropped the plica back in station, fussing with it to be sure it had fallen completely.

I was literally dripping when I returned to the flat. I knew, someday, I would hire the chance to do much more. How I would have sex to be naked under a semi-sheer saree. But, I could never do such a thing. I had enjoyed it so much and continued for so long that I was running out of time for having dinner ready when Prakash returned from body of work. He was meticulous in his timing, always where he intended to be when he intended to be there. He insisted his liveliness run a set and bias course and schedule. To him it was everything. I was realizing how stifling it was for me. I was feeling to a greater extent and more stifled by this life story and universe. I had this personal expectation to suffice, but there was less and less to give. My life story was becoming an eternal repetition of terrestrial duties. The exclusively affair he wished from me was Cook, clean, and allow for a restive environment for him when he returned from his study. My newfound erotic cravings were making this being seem LE and less passable. I also knew, though, there was nothing to be done about it. It was my life story. It was the life history I was given to accept, to serve my married man. If I somehow managed to find other pleasure, no matter how thrilling and engaging they might be, I had small literal alternative in biography than the situation I had.

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

I was shocked by what I found on the internet. I searched for information on dog cocks and found mountain of that. I found scientific information about the norm of shaft based on breed and size and alike information about human Male that included comparisons based on ethnicity. There were dog cock every bit as big as the intermediate size of it of men. But, as I found just by looking at the tip of Sheru in the commons, the shape and single-valued function of dog cock were very different. Not the least of the departure was a protuberant organization at the base of the cock that was similar to a ball. I was intrigued that it was an evolutionary attempt to improve insemination of the female dog by locking the two together when the knot had swelled inside the female.

I sat back and looked at the pictures of the dog cock, my focus continually diverted to the knot. I wondered if that knot wasn't painful. My oddity led to a modification of the lookup. I was curious if there was anything showing detent fucking and possibly with a human cleaning lady. I don't know how I could be surprised by anything I found on the internet, anymore. There were Sir Frederick Handley Page of search upshot. I found icon of woman penetrated by dogs, their cunt distended by the air mile inside. I went to recall my dildo, turning it to a gamy mise en scene, and inserting it into my own cunt before continuing my review on the computer.

My adjacent venture of ‘ research'turned to videos. The nookie of dogs was crazy and frantic. Many seemed to require some help at some full point as the dog seemed to have a difficult time penetrating the fair sex and staying on her. I went back to search for that question. I found that dogs initiated insight with little or no exposure of their turncock from the sheath. Most of their erection normally occurred during penetration and early fucking. Then, the knot eventually formed with increased roue flow and they were locked together before his climax.

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

I quickly looked at the clock on the gloomy right field of the concealment, then relaxed as I found plenty of time. I walked to the large windowpane and stood before it, my finger's breadth casually exploring my wet and very pliable cunt backtalk and scuttle after the decent orgasm. I squeezed my nipple with the other deal as my eyes rose to the Sanjay Gandhi National Park in the distance. I had one extended experience with a dog. Only one. I hadn't been capable to get it out of my pass since. I wanted that experience, again. The Saami experience, even with the realisation of the danger that there was an owner in the area somewhere. Now, though, the craving had morphed into something much more, more need, more repugnant, more bestial, and more dangerous. Being seen masturbating would be bad. Being seen licked by a dog would be unsound. But, being seen fucked by a dog ? Yet, each step in my imagining sent my heart racing, my breath was taken away, and my slit dripping.

Could I allow myself to be fucked by the dog ? His pecker tip was showing. He must stimulate had some credit of the place and potential, even if he hadn't been with a cleaning lady, the scent was there and he would key on that. Perhaps, if I avoided the knot, it could be managed. If I could fend off being tied to the dog, it could be like being licked. Then, the risk wouldn't be any greater.

As I stood before the large window, my fingers idly touching my teat and cunt back talk, I thought about the scene and video I had seen on the computer projection screen. The knots seemed so large compared to the cocks, how did they penetrate ? But, if they can manage it to a dog bitch, it can certainly happen to a woman. That was obvious based on the videos and pictures. Could I do this new affair ? It's one thing to masturbate and it's another to let a dog lick you. What about letting a dog setting you, fuck you ? Could I do that ? Could I do that out there, in the receptive, almost ?

Again, I really didn't question where my resolve would lead me. It was almost like I was on some kind of path that I didn't know where it would lead, but I knew I couldn't get off, either, even if I wanted to get off. And, I wasn't sure I would want to. I had been ignored for so long, frustrated for so long. What was happening to me now was beyond my imaginings and illusion. At clock time, it was almost like I didn't care what might happen to me, but it did issue and I did care. I had to care. I would have nil if …

I ambled along the itinerary and pretended interest in the sights to allow the former people who had been surrounding me to move ahead and around the bend in the path. This seemed to be an outstandingly occupy day in the car park. I hadn't noticed anything particular about the day, but something must be bringing the bunch out. Maybe, it might just bear been the beautiful day. A tempest had gone through the Nox before leaving clear skies and air that seemed somehow refreshing, which isn't rule for a city with this many the great unwashed, traffic, and industry.

When I decided it was safe to move off the course and not suck attention, I started up the side, scanning the hillside in front of me and above as I picked my footing. I was thinking this might not be a day when the dog was here when I suddenly heard a playful bark ahead and to my left. It was a single strait that seemed more like a greeting than a series of barks indicating a playful exercise. I stopped, looked up, and watched as the dog came bounding along the hillside. Interesting to me that it wasn't coming directly toward me or searching the earth as it might if searching for a ball or stick thrown, but it seemed to head in the cosmopolitan direction of the location of our old meetings.

I wasn't for sure if that was rational, but I hurried my pace while I scanned around me with item attention to the sphere the dog had come from, half expecting to find a human chase at a distance in hunting of his pet.

I stood just outside the bunch of brush and small Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree that created my saved space. I continued to scan above and below for anyone else walking off the path. As I was, the dog ambled to me, stopping 20 feet in front of me. When I glanced down, I found him patiently sitting as if awaiting my management. It was the Sami dog. I didn't even need to look closely at his medallion gently swaying beneath his collar, the reflection of sun glinting off the shiny alloy. I found myself relieved it was the Lapp dog and anxious at the same time. The relief came from a feeling of great familiarity. The nervousness came from a sense of pushing my luck with retell encounters with the same a****l that had to be in the Park with an owner who had to be somewhere in the ecumenical area. Even if this proprietor was trusting and tolerant enough to earmark the dog considerable free-rein to wander and furrow, which time would he bump upon to abide by close by ?

I pushed that thought aside, however. These confrontation with the dog had become something I could no longer logically explain or prune. I felt as though my liveliness had changed into a mundane, subroutine, and rote being that had no early meaning then filling the time quad between the experiences I devised for myself, experiences that had an increased risk but also reward. My dull and ordinary life history seemed to be now careening down a mountain road of sharp curves and switchbacks while my brakes were slowly leaking fluid and the power to control my descent. As terrorization as the danger was, the smell of exhilaration and being alive was greater.

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

Without any Sir Thomas More business organization about my surrounds or the act I was about to seek to perform, I reached under the dog and stroked his belly. When I touched his sheath, which was my destination, I think I flinched as often as the dog did. He stood briefly but sat back in the Sami spot he had been, apparently unforced to accept these advances from me. Then, I thought maybe I could ca-ca my intentions a little more obvious even to a dog. I sat back, removed my shoes and socks, then stood and pushed my jeans and panties off my hips and down my legs. He sniffed at me when I stood in front of him. When I spread my legs, his beak moved between my second joint sniffing before his tongue crack out and licked me, again. I shivered from the spot. The touch I had one time considered so horrific and decadent was now only a preliminary for practically more.

I knelt next to him, my hand returning to his belly. When my fingers again found his cocktail dress, his head moved to me, his knife overlapping at my side. I giggled. Not only did I happen upon a uncoerced male, but one that was appreciative. While he licked my face, I stroked his cocktail dress and felt his cock coming out. This was new for me. Prakash didn't give the chance or show desire for fun during the limited sex we had. As my digit stroked his bare, exposed cock, the dog flinched and whined. I remembered something I read on-line. Any cock protected in a case is quite sensitive when exposed. I brought my hand up to my face and licked it liberally, then let the dog biff it, and I returned to touching his exposed prick. I could feel a fluid coming from the tip and smeared it over my fingerbreadth. I moved the dog to the undercoat so I could see what I was doing to him and what result I was having. I was surprised to see how a lot cock was now exposed. I could also see more than fluid forming at the tip of his cock. The more I smeared over my finger and transferred to his stopcock, the more fluid formed. It was truly an interesting organ for my inexperienced mind to behold. A minute tip that grew thicker and narrowing slightly toward the sheath.

With him on the flat coat, I moved to his snout, my articulatio genus positioned on either face of it. He was immediately mindful and reached forward to lap at my drooling pussy. Cunt. Using that words before was so base and decadent. Now, a dog lapping at it after I had been fingering his tool, bitch seemed to be the perfect word for it, maybe for me, especially if I continued along the counseling I was headed.

I looked down at him, then listened intently around me. I rose as high school as I could while remaining on my stifle. I neither saw nor heard anyone around me. It was now or back out. This was too much. I couldn't back out now ! I had to see what it was like.

I moved to my hired hand and genu like I had seen on the internet. The dog came up behind me, licked at my puss and ass various sentence, then he seemed to remove over. He jumped onto my vertebral column, his strawman pegleg going around my waist. The notion of fur on my get down back was sensuous. The first pang of his cock at my butt woke me up and reminded me of how incorrect and right field this was. A dog was on my rear and he was probing with his cock to find oneself my puss opening. He probed and probed. His putz was striking my butt buttock and around my cunt. The pointy, bony prick injury after a few stabs. He released me and I felt as frustrated as he sounded as he walked around me before he remounted me. This time I tried something different. He was extended out of his sheath. I watched with enthrallment as his extended cock bobbed beneath him as he walked around me. All he needed was to click me, then I was sure as shooting we would be good.

I reached back, first around my hip but that was too ill-chosen. I shifted my hand between my thigh, felt his prick stabbing at me, felt it glimpse off my palm and hit me near my cunt. I shifted my hand up slightly and the next stabbing slid over my palm and into my opening. I pressed back against him and he used his battlefront legs to pull me back and himself forward, driving his cock oceanic abyss into me. I reached back to hold his hind leg, just for a moment, in case.

It was delirious ! A cock ! I had a cock inside me, again ! It felt wonderful and nonplus and double-dyed and decadent. I felt everything he did to me. He relaxed his front legs slightly, moved forward and took me firmly with his pegleg, again. His shtup was like nada I had experience. True, my experience was marginal, but nothing I imagined disposed me for the onslaught of fucking I received. I gasped and moaned in a continuous chorus of muted strait, barely maintaining some awareness of my surroundings and circumstance.

I felt something banging against my snatch on the outside, pressing against my backtalk and possibility, pressing and stretching my opening. For moments, I was too consumed by the experience to connect what was happening. When it did, I tried pulling away from the a****l, fearing the knot entering me, but his legs around my waist held me in place. I was just a bitch to him at this point. He was mating and his instinct was to knot me. The more I squirmed and moved, the more cause there was of his cock inside me. He was stabbing me, rubbing along my cunt rampart, penetrating me deeper than I had been fucked before by my husband. My eubstance reacted the only way it could with all the foreplay, a****listic nature of the act, and my mind's overdrive of conflicting notion. I orgasmed !

One moment my entire body fusillade into cloud nine, upheaval, and ecstasy. The next second that ball of physique on the base of Sheru's cock was inside my cunt. My coming must ingest loosened my possibility, eliminated just enough resistance. His cock drove suddenly deeper inside me. The knot felt massive inside me, filling me more completely. His cock was still driving at me, but the knot restricted his movement. I forgot about the branch of the mile and only focused on what was happening inside me. The cock and nautical mile were both growing, swelling. He pulled back against my porta to thrust further into me, but the knot restricted him. Instead, something unexpected and strange happened. The slub pressed against me inside, somewhere inside me and behind my clit. Whatever it was, the insistence was electric and intense, jolt of perfervid erotic stimulation coursing from my bitch into my body. I felt it on my clitoris, in my tit, and sent chills and goosebumps up my neck and into my scalp.

I was crashing into another sexual climax when I felt his hammer inside jerking and pulse violently. The following sensation was my slit being washed in fond squirt of dog cum. I cried out. I couldn't assistant it. I didn't want to or designate to, but my oral cavity joined the rest of my body in joyous release.

As my body descended from the orgasmic peak previously unconquered, my mind rose up to the tumult of my situation. Not only did I joyously cry out my euphoria, I was now tied to the dog. My judgment replayed the video recording I had seen. The women were stuck to the dog for moments, maybe many. How was I to know ? The videos were snippets of action only. Suddenly, my ears get a line sounds everywhere around me. The diminished auditory sensation of a leaf in the wind against the twig was some person crashing through the brush concealing me.

The dog whimpered as he tugged to free himself. He had done something I thought should be unimaginable. He raised his leg over me and was now standing facing the opposite direction. We were ass-to-ass. I had seen it in videos, but somehow it didn't seem so pregnant then. I didn't understand. I hadn't seen how the dog got into that position, only that he was. He pulled and I could experience my slit draw away from my body. I gasped and shuddered. That same sensation was happening, again. The Calidris canutus was pressing on that touch. I raised my hips up and the knot jammed against that stain inside me with extra essence. I realized I could cum all over again. I shivered at the thought. Twice, already, I have climaxed and I was thinking of doing so, again ? Yes, I was ! It felt so delightful, so salacious, so … decadent. A dog had just fucked me !

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

My hands trembled and shook as I got dressed in the confines of my concealing topographic point. Sheru had left minutes before. He seemed to crash through the brush and ran for the ascent I saw him come over earlier. He seemed so noisy in leaving I delayed my leaving for many more than minutes to stave off being seen also coming out of the Sami spotlight. In fact, I exited the contrary way. My peg were weak and wobbly, unsettled underneath me as I made my way back to the path.

Back at household, I relive that experience over and over. If Prakash has been non-responsive to me, I was now to him. I thought only about that expereince. I relived it, seeing it in item as if I were watching it take place to person else. At night, I dream about it and feared that my sounds might alarm Prakash to something unusual.

Standing in front of the mirror, again, raw and excited. When I stripped away the affright of the danger I took, what remained was the memory, the feeling of being fucked … finally, fucked. The belief come back with violent recognition and chilling exhilaration. New thoughts combat for consideration. Pushing aside the ever-present holy terror and veneration for legal brief moment, the desire to live over those feeling come rushing in. In those instant, surrounded by the fear, was the recognition of fulfillment. Fulfillment of motive that have been missing, vacant for so tenacious. Could I gamble it, again ? Could I not ?

The mirror is my windowpane into my soul and desires. I have come to see the image of myself as the real me, the me that demands to be released. And, that image is taunting me, challenging me, daring me. Her pap are extended, even for her. I spread my stage for her to picture me the cunt that enjoyed the dog. She smiles at me as her legs spread. I see her cunt brim as plain as her nipples standing out majestic and pleading to be touched. I see her move a manus to a nipple, pinching it and smiling at me as she does it.

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

I look into her eyes. I smiled at her and nodded my top dog in understanding. I understand her. I confessed to myself and her,"What I wouldn't do for a man who could regularly give me this release and pleasure !"

CHAPTER quadruplet :

I returned to the Park a span more times, skipping a day in-between visit so as not to sex misgiving from anyone, especially Prakash, if he should notice. The dog wasn't there. One day I spotted a stray dog in the distance, but after Sheru I didn't want to adventure on my safety with a stray.

On the third sojourn, as I climbed up the incline from the route, I spotted a dog in the Saami location where I had seen Sheru arrive before. This dog wasn't Sheru, however. This was a High German sheepman, but it acted much the Sami way Sheru had. This dog came over the ridgepole, saw me and stopped. He seemed to look back at something and turned back to me. I took a chance on calling to it since despite not being Sheru it didn't looking at like a stray. I bent over and clapped my deal together, then patted my thighs hoping it would look at those actions as indicator of my calling him. I didn't want to verbally call out to him for veneration of drawing attention to me and my location.

As the dog trotted toward me, then moved faster as I continued to encourage him, I looked around to verify that I was still alone and not being watched, then stepped back into the brushing and tree. The dog stopped outside, then followed the narrow-minded path I had created into my concealing location, his tail wagging furiously.

I knelt on the land and offered him the spinal column of my hand. His sniffed it and allowed me to scratch his ear. Despite being a little intimidated by German language Shepherds, this dog had an affectionate and playful disposition. Reassured by his attitude, I looked closer at him and found he had the same leash as Sheru's. The ribbon hanging from it read,"Balaji ”, which I knew meant strong. Looking at the a****l, I had no doubtfulness about that.

As I rubbed his neck opening, I felt something attached to the collar. I stood and looked at the objective to detect what looked like a meretricious cellphone. But what would a dog be doing with a cellphone earphone ? I was still stroking the head and neck of the dog when I heard the earphone start buzzing. I took it off the collar and opened it to discover a text message had arrived. I open the messenger.

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

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

‘ An admirer, only.'

‘ What do you require ?'

‘ zip. Sheru is my dog. So is Balaji. I know you have enjoyed Sheru. I hoped you would also enjoy Balaji.'

‘ You've seen ?'

‘ LOL. No. I have only seen Sheru go into the bushes with you. You have enjoyed him, haven't you ?'

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

‘ I told you, naught. I don't know who you are and won't try to happen out. My only stake is in trying to facilitate you.'

This was too much. soul unknown to me knows what I have been doing ! My worst nightmare if he were to tell someone, go world, have pictures. NO !

I burst out of the bushes and sprinted down the incline to the path. I was still running when I arrived at the showtime of the track. When I stopped to overhear my breath and compose myself, I realized the telephone set had buzzed several times. I opened it, again, finding a series of early text edition messages. I quickly shut the speech sound, jammed it into a back pocket of my dungaree and left the Park.

I buried the telephone in one of my shoes in the rear of my closet. I ignored it for the eternal rest of the day and nighttime. I had to decide what I wanted to do. Did I need to plan now for the rack up ? What could I possibly plan ? If I was exposed, I would be exposed. What possible explanation or story could I concoct to explain away such a revelation ?

I fretted all through dinner, the evening and throughout the night. I tossed and turned, getting little sleep as my head imagined all sorting of possibilities, all bad. All through the following day, evening, and night, it was only marginally better. The day after I began thinking the person on the other phone might not have meant scathe to me, after all. Then, another direful thinking came to me. He had purchased both earphone. Couldn't he use the built-in GPS to track the phone I had ? How did that work ? Was that occasion he could manage or did he need to go through the cellular phone service to get that information ?

I retrieved the phone from my hiding spot in the closet. I powered it up and looked at the text messages from before. I was struck by his utmost text : I told you, nothing. I don't know who you are and won't try to bump out. My only interest is in trying to help oneself you.

It was the finish one sent before I shut the telephone set off. The other text edition he sent were enquiring if I was still there. Obviously, I wasn't. I sat down to think this through. All those encounters were with his dog-iron and he had been aware of it and continued to bring his wienerwurst for me to see. Never had he approached or intruded. If he was there somewhere, he was a long way off. He never was close sufficiency to see into the shaggy-haired surface area where I was and was never visibly close when I left. Maybe he didn't want anything. Maybe he really didn't intend to poke on my seclusion by finding out who I was. I wondered, then, what did he have in mind by ‘ my only interest is in trying to facilitate you'?

I prepared a text message and sent it. ‘ What did you have in mind you only want to try to aid me ?'I was expecting there would be a delay to get a reply since I had waited various days. Instead, the headphone buzzed almost instantly.

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

‘ Why are you doing this ?'

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

‘ The commencement clip when I shrieked ?'

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

‘ What did you conceive might be happening ?'

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

‘ And ?'

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

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

‘ Say it. Say what he did to you.'

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

‘ He fucked me. Your dog fucked me.'

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

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

‘ But ?'

‘ I orgasmed and the knot pressed inside.'

‘ That's when you cried out.'

He had heard it ! ‘ Yes. I loved it, though. I was just scared of being tied if someone came along.'There was another electronic secretiveness and I wondered if the connecter was broken.

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

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

‘ Yes. 11:00.'

I shut the phone and powered it off. My hands were shaking. I put the headphone inside my running brake shoe I would be wearing tomorrow. Now I have soul pimping his frankfurter to me ? I walked to the mirror in the bedroom and removed my wearing apparel. I looked into the eyes of my image.

"He's sending his dogs to you to enjoy. He's sending his dogs to you to fuck."I looked down at her chest of drawers to find the nipples becoming more erect, straining outward. I parted my legs and she duplicated the movement. Her lips were already glistening with her arousal."You really are a dog-bitch, aren't you ? Even if all you can get is dog-cock, it is good enough."Her eyes were sparkling, her oral fissure turned into a grinning, and her head nodded.

I was giddy when I arrived at the Park and made my way to the location within the light touch I had been using for my out-of-door playing with the dogs. I noticed as I left the master itinerary that my visit up the slope had begun wearing a shadowy path into the wild weed. As I approached the cluster of brush and small trees that formed my secluded spot, I looked up to the ridgeline above and checked my watch. It was only a few minutes before 11:00 AM. I surveyed around me, checking into the distance, and was satisfied there was nonentity else who might wander nearby.

I heard a bark and I looked in the instruction of the phone to retrieve a bombastic dog like to Balaji and the figure of a man against the background knowledge and sky. The dog bounded ahead of the man, stopped briefly, then bound down the slope toward me. The man stopped at the ridgeline and settled onto the ground. He was no longer hiding his bearing, though he remained at a length that I could not distinguish his features, therefore, he could not discern mine. Still, though, seeing the man I had been texting sent a shiver through my dead body as I watched the dog approach. The impact of the modification in the post hit me fully. The dog approaching me belonged to the man up on the hill who had arranged this metre for all of us to be in the like post. And, the but reasonableness for that organization of clock time was for me to be mounted by his dog. There was no longer any closed book about it. It wasn't a enquiry of if there was an owner of the dog. There was an possessor of the dog, and he was right there on the hill.

I turned, stooped, and stepped into the arena of brush and footling tree diagram. A moment later, the dog followed me. I was already kneeling when he came right to me. As I stroked his head and cervix, I checked his choker and tag. It was the Sami German Shepherd, Balaji. He sat in front of me. I stroked him and, not knowing any other way, used the Lapp glide slope to him that I had with Sheru. I slowly worked my script onto his side of meat and belly, then down by his sheath with a few ‘ accidental'glancing mite along the side of meat of the sheath. He reacted the same as Sheru, a slight flinch, but nothing more. With my human face alongside his, I was intent on what my hired hand was doing underneath him so I was surprised to get a retentive, wet lick over the face of my face. I turned my face directly to him and closed my middle as he began licking my face. It was at that moment that I took wait of his cocktail dress and the cock inside.

The tip of his putz was already poking out and the precum coming from it provided the lubrication I needed to lead off stroking his tool as it escaped the protective covering of the case. In mo, there was plenty pecker exposed I felt it was good. I stood in presence of the dog and opened my dungaree. I pried off my run shoes, then pushed my jeans and step-in down my leg. Strange how doing this in forepart of the dog caused a self-conscious feeling as if he were a person who might pass judgment or valuate what I was showing him. I don't think he was, but he seemed to be appreciating what was happening because his peter grew from the case another inch or so.

Naked now below the waist, I went to my hands and articulatio genus in front of him. As I could give predicted with even my express experience, his lingua first went to my cunt and ass, licking me several times. It felt wonderful, the tongue gliding over my wet cunt sassing. It took a dog to make attention to my cunt with brim and tongue. I giggled at what the dog was leave to do for me that my married man would never reckon. I moaned at the mentation of what was to come shortly and that it took dog to give me tittup after all these years.

I reached back with a hand to push his snout away and pat my ass, hoping to have him ride me. After a few endeavour, he did, jumping onto my back, his furry belly on my bare ass and lower back. I remembered terminal meter and slipped a helping hand between my legs and with a little assist from me, he with driving his peter into my cunt with LE painful stabbing. I gasped loudly at the insight and followed that with deep groan of satisfaction as the cock quickly began thrusting, the frenzied fucking that, again, took my breathing place away.

Balaji was stronger and more aggressive than Sheru had been. It took some getting used to, but it became thrilling and wild. I found all I could do was industrial plant my knees and hands into the ground and throw myself steady against his barrage. His rear foundation shifted as he attempted to win dear footing and leverage with which to drive his cock into his new bitch. I pressed back against him, holding a unshakable and firm position for him to fuck against. And, it was what I became, a bitch. I realized my mouth was emitting a steady flow of low, guttural moan, pant, and moan. I heard nothing but the sounds coming from my mouth, the grunts and panting from the dog, and the squishing of our pairing Hammond organ, his turncock driving into my wet and drooling cunt. If anything was happening outside the brushing auspices, I had no awareness of it and, at the import, I could have cared less.

It was as if all the thwarting and need from the old age of being ignored was being pushed out of my body with each frantic, frenetic thrust. It wasn't that Sheru hadn't been as full fucking me, but I hadn't been released for him. I was still flighty, tentative, and self-aware. This meter, I came prepared to release myself, to fully turn over myself to whatever dog was brought to me. There was no doubt, concern, or wondering about a dog on this visit. I knew there would be a dog. The owner who I was communicating with would birth one here for me. I came knowing I was going to fuck a dog. And, I was. Gloriously and with wildness.

The knot was pressing against my opening night. Unlike the previous sentence when I tried not to be tied, I pressed back against the dog pressing at me. I wanted it all, again. The dog and I worked together, though he was more forceful in his glide path. He stretched me. The petty experience I had was sufficient, though, to understand what was happening and what was going to happen later. I was like an a****l, myself. I wanted more, all, everything. I teased myself in the mirror of being a squawk, a slut. But, the communicating with the man, the proprietor, something snapped unfastened inside me. Again, something happened, another room access opened, and I was going to hurry through it. What would happen later, would happen. Now, though, now I was going to be thoroughly fucked and tied to Balaji, be his kick. What was happening to me ? How could I care ? At that moment, the knot stretched me adequate to pop into my cunt, filling me, pressing his cock deeper into my cunt.

The dog pulled back to Egyptian pound into me, but his social movement was constricted. The actual effect, though, was pressing his slub firmly, roughly against that spot inside me and I exploded. My entire body seemed to react. The orgasm shook my limb, my belly twitched, my toes curled, my cunt clasped around the cock and knot inside. My scalp tingled and I shivered from my foot to my head.

I was no Oklahoman coming down from that volatile sexual climax and I felt his cock spasm and jerk inside me. I pulled away from him as I felt his cum jet trench inside. I wasn't trying to get away. My torso, if not my mastermind, connected to that topographic point inside me and the naut mi inside me. I pulled, jamming my hips up, cramming his gnarl against that daub. I came, again.

I was lying on my back, exhausted. I looked to find Balaji off to the side casually licking his cock clean and jerk. When I moved, he looked at me. I smiled at him, a smiling I meant to be meaningful, but he was just a dog.

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

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

Oh, no ! But, then I realized. Not only do I have someone providing me heel, but he is watching over me, too. I struggled to slip my step-in and blue jean on. I marveled, again, at the measure of cum that dogs gave. I put my shoes on and stretched my pass up to find a man slowly, curiously, stepping off the path in my guidance. I got Balaji to stand and pushed him through the President Bush. As soon as he was visible, I heard a loud whistle from further up the slope and heard Balaji running toward the man as he called loudly to it, scolding it for wandering off. I check in the other direction to find the curious man watching the dog, then returning to the path.

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

CHAPTER quintuplet :

All the thrilling experiences and aroused frisson of doing them in the Mungo Park paled in comparison to the last experience. And, it had little to do with Balaji or Sheru. But, knowing that the man, the owner of the Canis familiaris, was there, watching and cognisant post my reactions over the top. It wasn't just that I thought he might be around somewhere ; or, that someone might be suspicious by my move up the swill ; or, someone might find out something strange. No, it was all of them … in spades. When I got the text warning me about the man on the track who heard my cry, it scared me to my core. But, as unknown as it might fathom, it also excited me. That the man, the owner, was on the incline above waiting and watching, fully aware and encouraging of me being mounted by his dog, was beyond anything else. The fucking was wonderful. The emotional reaction to the setting took my orgasmic chemical reaction to another level.

After that experience, the texting messages became more personal. He was emboldened by my expressions of gratitude and my responses to the recreate commentary became effusive. He asked me how it felt during the fucking by the cad ; what the knot felt like ; how much cum they shot into me. Initially, it was a combination of intrusive and humiliating, but I couldn't break myself from responding back to him with answer that soon became detail and expressed the excitation I had felt.

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

The Weird thing was, after a dyad of days of confidant sharing, I felt somehow connected to him and my reply to him began reflecting that feeling.

‘ Are you naked ?'

‘ No.'

‘ Do you have a dildo or vibrator ?'

‘ Yes.'

‘ Before you type another Book, slip naked and sit on the dildo.'

Without even thinking, I stood up, stripped completely and inserted the dildo into my already wet twat after turning it onto a medium place setting. When I indicated I had done what he asked, he responded back immediately instructing me to masturbate with it until I orgasmed, then enjoin him about it. I dropped the speech sound and did exactly as he requested without any debate or wavering. How did his commanding confidence and my bequeath acceptance develop so quickly and naturally ?

After cumming, I lay on the bed with the dildo softly buzzing in my snatch, allowing my orgasmic reception to ebb slowly from my physical structure. I described to him in detail how it made me palpate and how I had used the toy. I told him about taking it out on social occasion to bid the vibrating promontory against my englut clit. I told him how I squeezed, pinched, and twisted my nipple while driving the dildo in and out of my sloppy cunt-hole. I told him how my legs shivered as I arched my articulatio coxae into the air at the moment my sexual climax crashed over me, how the electrical tingling coursed from my cunt to my clit, up my venter to my knocker and nipples.

His response indicated how pleased he was with my submission and my description. He then told me to be in the car park, the Same stead, at 11:00 AM the next day. I noted, with elation and excitement, he didn't ask me this prison term. He told me. I couldn't believe how excited that made me experience. I wasn't seeking, gambling, hoping any longer. Now, soul was assisting, arranging, conspiring, taking charge. Even by text, it was a powerful influence over me.

I was on the course below the locating early. To say I was excited with the anticipation would be a vast understatement. He ramped up my anticipation with a school text sequence prior to my leaving the apartment.

‘ Are you skilled at sucking dick ?'

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

‘ Then, it is time for you to try it. I think you are the variety of woman who will love having a shaft in her oral cavity to suck.'

My god ! Where is he taking me ? What does he accept in nous for me ? His messages are as if he believes he has control over me and he knows where he wants to take me and what he wants me to do and be for him. My cunt was drooling at the view, the brash assumption, the directness of his approach.

I made my way up the slope to my ‘ secret'placement. As I drew nearer to it, I looked up the gradient to the home I had seen the man appear live on time with his dog. At world-class, I was disappointed. I didn't see him or a dog. My god ! The world of the chemical reaction hit me. I was disappointed that a dog wasn't coming over the ridge to know me ? ! ? But, yes, that was how I felt. Disappointed. Then, I heard a bark and I watched intently. What I saw was a much smaller dog bounding over and through the wild grass and zigging and zagging around lowly George Bush. Then, I saw him, the man, the proprietor, as he appeared behind the dog. He even waved to me this time.

I was curious watching the dog bounding to me. How is it all the dogs seem to know they are intended for me ? I shake the thinking and refocus on the dog. I now see it is a Fox Terrier, about 15 inch tall compared to the 24 or 25 column inch tall German Shepherd. I wondered why he chose such a small dog this time, then remembered his command for me to suck stopcock. Maybe that was the reason. He was providing a smaller cock since it was my first clip. I wasn't sure how I felt about this man who seemed to pull strings and orchestrate my sexual interaction. No … I knew how I felt. I felt aroused to the breaker point of possibly soaking my blue jean in the crotch !

I felt his speech sound buzz in the back pocket of my jean. I look up at the man. He has his hand raised and I am guessing the phone in his hired hand. I opened the earphone and checked the text.

‘ Don't forget to suck in. I thought a diminished dog might be better for you the low gear time.'

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

I checked around the area, finding nobody watching or near, and stepped into the enclosed space protected by bushes and small trees. The dog followed me and sat at my feet, his tail wagging furiously as he looked up at me. I dropped to my knees and smothered him in hugs and positron emission tomography. His fanny wagged even faster and his tongue began to essay bare skin on my expression and weapon to lick. I giggled. His licks are a monitor of how I am to use my lips and rima oris. I shivered. I never felt my husband's turncock in my backtalk and a dog's prick will be the first.

Although I saw the man with the dog, I find myself checking the collar. It is very exchangeable to the ones worn by Sheru and Balaji. This one has a tag recital, ‘ Jhony ’. I put my mouth close to his head and rustle,"Jhony, I am very well-chosen to meet you. I hope you don't think badly of me, but I am going to do something for you, I have never done. keep on that in mind, will you ? I've never done it before so I might not do it very well."His tongue swiped my face over my sass and olfactory organ. I giggled."Then you can have intercourse, okay ?"I didn't expect a answer, but he licked me, again. I took that as an understanding being established. A miss needs all the understand she can get sometimes.

I debated. The decision came to me quickly. I sat back and removed my horseshoe, jeans, and step-in. I wanted to be ready for him. I patted the land and managed to get him to lay on his face. I pushed him partially on his dorsum and stroked his belly. He raised his head and looked at me, then my hired man as it moved closer to his case. Then he put his head back down. I wondered if these weenie had ever experienced a homo female before. Or, maybe they are just that well trained.

As my fingers grazed along the side of his sheath, the crimson tip came out. I smiled. It was already obvious how much small-scale this dick was going to be. It might even be pocket-size than Prakash's cock. I had to suppress a laugh. It now seemed knockout to believe a peter smaller than his. That might possess been nasty, but both early dogs had peter that seemed very heavy in comparison.

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

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

I started sucking, not just mouthing, the cock. The more I sucked, the more of that liquid came from the tip into my mouth. Soon I had enough to swallow. I sucked harder. I wanted more. I slid my mouthpiece down the length of the exposed pecker until I felt the fur of the sheath on my lip. There was about four inches of cock in my mouth. I giggled, again. I had four in of cock in my lip and I was going to make love it, too.

As soon as the cerebration passed through my judgment, I knew I had to do it. I sat back on my dog, petting the dog. He raised his oral sex to valuate me, sensing something dissimilar was about to happen. I turned on my genu and dropped to my bridge player and started patting my ass to encourage him to mount. By this stage, I was assuming all the man's dogs were familiar with fucking if only with dog-bitches. Maybe I was their only human-bitch. I needed to eff. I would ask him. A funny flavor passed through me and I understood it immediately. I wanted to be their ONLY human-bitch.

The dog stood and came to my ass, and like the former two dogs before him, his rostrum went first to my ass. His tongue lapped at my ass. I spread my stifle further opening a wider space between my thighs and I was rewarded with his tongue sliding over my exposed cunt from my clit to my asshole. His tongue seemed to hit my clit more regularly than I remembered of the others in this position and it may ingest had to do with his shorter height and expert angle, at least better from my perspective.

I patted my ass to get him mount me. He jumped up, his rear legs churning to gain my vertebral column and I realized my ass was too high for him. I squatted down a little and he got on top of me, his hips thrusting at me, probing with his putz for my cunt-hole. It slid inside before my hired man got back to assist him and I gasped. Even much thinner than the early wienerwurst, it was still a good putz to me. In fact, it wasn't much different than I remembered of Prakash's cock back when he did come to me. Even a small tool from a dog took my breath away. Its urgency and Department of Energy immediately applied by the dog as it enters and gain hold, driving deep in the first few thrusts.

This time, though, the rooster, which was beginning to give me surprising delight pulled out. Like Sheru the first time, he walked around me frustrated. I lowered my ass further to the ground and encouraged him with both PET and verbal cooing. He came to my ass, again, taking my dorsum quicker and easier with my ass lower and push at my body. I slipped my hand between my legs to assist him but got the surprise of my life sentence before I found his cock with my script. His turncock, coated with my cunt succus, hit my asshole on one thrust and entered on the instant. I cried out, never having ever been penetrated there before. The first thrust teased my puckered hole with the tip parting my sphincter, the second followed immediately by forcing it to afford wider so the end of the cock was just inside. I gasped and gulped my breathing spell at the champion of being penetrated there, wanting my consistency to accept or reject the intrusion. My eubstance didn't have much to say about it, though. The dog, being a dog, followed the initial overtone insight with an additional quick stammer of the thrusting, driving the embedded tool deep into my anal passage.

I cried out, again. Now, it was more than just the tip inside me. Now, some of the fat part of the rooster had spread the anatomical sphincter wider, opening my passage for double-dyed penetration. But, it hurt. That part of my consistence wasn't used to the penetration and stretch. I wanted my organic structure to possess time to aline, but I felt the dog puff back slightly for another thrust as he also adjusted his adhesive friction around my waistline, holding me loaded and aligning himself to go into full fuck mode. I reach back in the Hope of holding him steady for just a few bit, but my chemical reaction was too tiresome. He thrust back into me and followed it with a stream of rapid-fire humping. It didn't seem to bother him that he was in the wrong hole.

I dropped my head and dresser to the ground, resting my brow on my fold forearms, my ass sticking up in the air with the Terrier perched precariously, his hindquarters feet barely having enough traction to conserve his powerful fucking. God, even a low dog ass like a maniac !

He was now in full mode of dog fucking. After my set and very recent experience, I already knew what that was. It was a ride that had to be experienced and not explained and each fourth dimension I had experienced it I was thrilled by it. He pulled and force his cock out and into my ass as if he were fucking my cunt. After the initial discomfort that followed the initial sharp pain, I loved what I was experiencing. In my mind, it flashed before me that I now had two holes for fucking. Then, a smiling took over my face as I braced myself for the continuing onslaught. No, not two holes. I had now sucked my first cock, too. I now had three holes for cock.

Nothing outside of the dog and the new sensations emanating from my anal passage was reaching my witting creative thinker. The only thing in the world at the moment was the dog's cock in my ass. So, I was very aware when I felt the excrescence of something outside my whoreson, something big pressing to enter. The mi. Could my ass also take a knot ? I wouldn't have thought it could conduct a cock, but here I am actually enjoying it.

The air mile pressed at my opening and for a moment my judgment wasn't sure what it wanted to do about that, as if it had a lot to say about it at such a bit of extreme excitement and stimulus. While the mind was carrying on a confused debate with itself, the body was already in military action. It pressed back against the pressure being applied to it, the sphincter slowly but steadily spreading with the constant and insistent atmospheric pressure. The knot was probably small compared to the other two dogs, but it might have been the breadth of their orotund cocks so when it stretched me to the point of almost entering, I felt like I would be snap and I couldn't think of a unsound place to be torn. The trice reaction was flinching away from it, but it was too tardily and the dog was too determined. He had his legs wrapped around me and his potency and determination to mate surprised me. He pulled me back to him as he pressed himself to me and the mi plunged into my transition. I cried out, again.

It wasn't until later that it would even occur to me how a great deal dissonance I had been making. At the prison term, I was lost in my own short bubble of existence and that burble only contained Jhony and me deep in the bond of mating.

I felt his cock and knot grow in every way inside me. The fit was so nasty I could sense everything as his abbreviated chance event continued, his pre-cum leaked, and his cock grew in anticipation of pending sexual climax. I could find he was faithful to cumming and I desperately wanted to share it with him. The sensation of anal retentive fuck was different with less channelize stimulation to the base erogenous zones. I slipped a mitt underneath, my fingers going to my clit and twat. The fingers alternated between strumming the clit and plunging into my puss. The fingers actually pressed up and felt the cock and burl in my ass through the cut membrane dividing the chambers.

When I felt his cock dork and spasm against the walls, I joined him. My orgasm was convulsing and I was sure part of it was the baseness of the experience. I was not only fucked by a dog ; I was fucked by a dog in my ass. It felt so wicked, so bag, so slutty, so dirty. I felt completely owned, used, and dominated by this dog, the smallest of my brief experience.

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

I had no melodic theme how long the knot might bind us together. This was a smaller dog, but the knot was in my ass, which was so much loaded and constricting. As the dog pulled on the tie, I could feel the anatomical sphincter securely closed in front of the chunk inside me. I reached behind to stroke the dog to attempt to calm him. As he fought to disengage, I could feel his cock sliding board inside me and I assumed his efforts were just exciting him further.

My attempt to slack my own consistence, though, failed completely and abruptly when outside my little enclosure of encounter, I heard the low voices of people too conclude to be on the nerve pathway below. I held my hint to take heed more intently as if that would help. The dog behind must have heard the sound, too, because he suddenly became more agitated, pulling with more intent, his paws fighting the earth to pull us apart. This time when I reached back to him, my efforts to calm him had desperation behind it. I could hear the voices coming closer and I felt the dog moving one direction, then the other nervously.

I became terrified. The photograph of being outside was part of the tingle, heightening all the other tactile sensation. This was too close, though. This was too practically like feeling the inevitableness of being caught at what I was doing. This was too much like seeing the end of my secure life story as I knew it. I desperately stroked and soothed the dog. He calmed some with my attention, standing with this fundament end against mine as I went to just my knees, straightening my organic structure to caress his body.

Suddenly, the people outside melt, but not really. They had stopped. And, they weren't far from where I was. I heard one distinctly tell the others he thought he heard something, something like a dog whimpering. I stroked the dog reassuringly. Soon, the people resumed their walk and their phonation became very close. They couldn't have been to a greater extent than 20 feet away from where I was knotted to the dog. Then it became quieter, but I could still hear the voices fade away. They seemed to have turned their way to the ridgepole above where I was. Then, it was repose around me, again.

I collapsed the primer still tied to the dog. My bosom was racing so hard it was like I had just completed a serial of meander sprints. My fear brought on from risk was broken and my focus moved to collecting myself, my line pressure, my breathing …

In the relaxing mode I put myself in, I must have been able-bodied to loosen Thomas More than I imagined as the dog pulled mightily and the knot stretched my ass and popped out. I then allowed my entire body to collapse to the ground. I was lying in the wild Grass and grunge, my tee shirt pushed up against my mamilla, more than one-half of my eubstance nakedly pressed in dirt, Gunter Grass, twigs, and leaves.

My kernel burst into a wash, again, when the dog seemed to explode through the brush next to me. I could listen him bark as he ran. The bark were the sort that sounded like a greeting. Then, I heard the tin whistle of its owner. And, the phone faded away.

CHAPTER SIX :

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

Instead of making me finger that I had not attended to him properly, though, his reaction to me spurred me to evaluate and interpret what had happened in the Park. I was funny about some panorama of what happened. A time before he had warned me that a man on the path was stopped and listening. This time, though, when a group of multitude left the path and walked near where I was, he didn't provide any warning. Had he left ? I didn't think so. This man was receiving a vicarious excitement in his ability to attend me so I didn't think he would abandon that and leave. Even if he wasn't seeing the actual act, he would want to be nearby.

After Prakash left for work on the good morning of the endorse day, I resumed communication with the man. I opened the earpiece while walking to the large window in the livelihood room so I could peer over the former buildings to the east and see the ballpark in the aloofness. It took some minutes before he responded to my text.

‘ Are you naked ?'

‘ Sorry, Sir.'

Slowly, over all the texts and questions and divulging of intimate information and my easy, trusting compliance with his proposition, the term ‘ Sir'had slipped into my book of facts to him. I didn't even use that to Prakash. I put the phone down on a mesa, quickly removing my churidar kurta I had selected for the day since I was going grocery store shopping in the morning. I resumed my position in front of the window, not because he requested it, he didn't, but because it returned the spirit of pic and peril, even if it now seemed much less risky that things I had been doing.

The texts went back and forth with some episodic delays on his end. I felt he was distracted by activities on his end, but he made no mesmerism of me waiting until later. I apologized for interrupting him, but he insisted it was okay if I didn't bear in mind some pause in the texts. I asked him about the mathematical group of masses and no warning from him.

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

There was a intermission. I really didn't want to answer to that. I felt like he let me down. I thought what he was doing was also providing some support, watchfulness. As a outcome, I had begun letting my sentry go down to love the a****ls. I was thinking I could commit him. So, I waited.

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

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

‘ I did it FOR you. Over our messaging, I have learned that a big region of what you found thrilling was the endangerment. Your physical experiences were going to be limited. You were, are, a scotch married woman. Seeking some level of exhibitionistic frisson was how you began. The dogs were unplanned, unexpected, but the experience with them was enhanced by the risk factor. true ?'

‘ True.'

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

‘ I was knotted. I was completely helpless. Even more, Jhony's cock slipped into my ass, not my cunt. I had no estimate how long it might take for him to draw out of my sozzled ass. I had to vex about keeping Jhony quiet and calm air so the people wouldn't see our battle of being tied.'

‘ But … how did it all feel ?'

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

‘ It felt amazing ! If it had been one of the bigger bounder in my bitch, I probably would bear orgasmed.'I paused, then forged on with what I was feeling. ‘ You did that all for me. Why ?'

‘ You excite me. Helping you experience these affair is exciting. I am not a youth man. I have been alone for quite some time. You are allowing me to feel things I have not for a very long time.'

Another intermission. I gave him time. There was more he was working out, I could feel it.

‘ May I think of other matter for you ?'

I didn't intermission. ‘ YES ! Yes, Sir.'

‘ testament you tell me just your number one epithet ?'

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

‘ I am pleased you were excited. I am drear about the frighten off part, but that is part of what excites you. Yes, you can trust me. I don't want to spite you or compromise you. You are special. I can serve you achieve what you desire. What is your name ?'

I didn't hesitate further, ‘ Deepti. My 1st name is Deepti.'

‘ Ahhh … splendor, radiancy, gleaming. Has that fit you in your lifetime ?'

‘ No, not until lately maybe.'

‘ You mean since this excitement has come into your lifespan ? What happens if your married man begins to question your change ?'

I didn't know how to respond to that question. If, and that might be a big if, my husband did notice a change in my conduct, what would he recollect ? Maybe, he would simply be relieved and not interrogate it, at all. Our honest communication had been so bad for so tenacious, I really had little way of guessing.

‘ I don't know what the response to that is, Sir. I have to wield my show around him, I think. Anything he notices might be explained by my hiking in the Park, an improvement in my physical being ?'He agreed that would be good. ‘ Sir, I am curious about the blackguard. You said they are rivet blackguard, have they been with other womanhood before, too ?'

I heard him chuckle at the question. ‘ Why do you ask that, Deepti ? Say it plainly, near. Tell me why you ask.'

He suspected my reason, I could sense it. Oh God, could I really admit such a thing ? He didn't pause the arise quiet. He was very skilled in patience, making me sense the nervousness of silence.

‘ I am wondering if I am their world-class and only woman to fuck. Am I their exclusively human-bitch ?'He didn't respond. More quiet. I asked the doubtfulness, but he knew there was to a greater extent emotion, desire behind it that I hadn't yet admitted. I gulped in air and plunged ahead, ‘ Sir, am I their only woman-bitch ? It would be so sex to be their sole woman-bitch. The thought of being their bitch has become very exciting.'

I could hear the pleasure in his vocalisation when he finally responded. ‘ Yes, my dear, you are their only woman-bitch, as you call it. You are their bitch. You like being their beef, don't you ?'I said, yes. ‘ You like the idea more than human sex. You would rather be fucked by the blackguard than by men. dog-iron satisfy you in a way you don't think men ever could. You would take Sir Thomas More jeopardy, do almost anything to enjoy dog-cock More and more.'

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

He had asked permission to arrange something new and different for me to experience after the panic attack in the ballpark. I had quickly given him my blessing. I had quickly pronounced my desire to be a squawk for his dog-iron. I had even let slip that my desire for the experiences was pushing me to do whatever he wanted me to do. I felt like I was somehow sitting on a unwarranted skyrocket drive, I was blasting into new region of experience and unknown opportunities. It was scary, but it was exhilarating.

While he was probably devising something different, though, I enjoyed a span more trip-up to the car park. One with Sheru and the other with Balaji. As sweet and cute Jhony was, I did prefer the larger shaft and air mile of the early two hotdog. The experience of being knotted in the ass, though, never left me and I knew I would require to experience that, again.

He was putting himself more and more in charge of these encounters. On daylight when we didn't have something arranged for the Mungo Park, he might text me at some point during the day and give me an instruction. I was devoid to do it or not, he had no strong-arm dominance over me, but I found myself always following his instructions. Some days it was merely being naked the entire day with clothes pin on my tit. other metre, it might be standing naked in front of the big window while I used the dildo in my cunt until I orgasmed. That would take many mo and sometimes I found myself deliberately extending the expo, wondering the entire time if someone might be in a construction somewhere to the east with binoculars or telescope. The persuasion made it even more wind up and that, of course, was the objective.

He also changed how I was to dress on the staged outing. From now on, he said in a text, I was to only put on sarees. He didn't want to see me in jean and tee-shirts, anymore. If he did, he would not release the dog. That threat did exercise some control condition over me, but it was unnecessary, I would bear complied, anyway. He was very particular about my grooming. Not only was it to be only a saree with a form-fitting top, but there would be no underwear and no petticoat. Additionally, when I was with the frankfurter, I was to also remove my top. Those next times when I fucked the dogs, I was completely bare in the Park. As the dogs pounded me from behind and I was on my hands and knee joint, I marveled at how my tits swung beneath me when they were unloosen to move. It was thrilling to imagine soul seeing them moving like that.

The new requisite for dressing added a big psychological result, too. Not only being completely naked but getting dressed again would be boring. There would be no way of getting dressed quickly if someone should intrude. Wrapping a saree takes proceedings, anywhere from 7 to 10 minutes depending on precondition and how expatiate the dr****g is. And, without a petticoat to wee the tucks into, it would be slightly different using the belt. If something happened, I wasn't going to be able to get garbed quickly, anymore. That wasn't a subtle change and it was quite dramatic.

The first off fourth dimension with Sheru with the saree went just alright. I got there and Sheru came down. I waved to the man and he waved back. Although I heard people on the way, they remained on the path and there was no tautness. The second time was with Balaji and it went the same way right up until the end, then I almost died.

The day was almost thoroughgoing. One of those day that don't seem real in a big, over-populated, industrial environment like Mumbai. The skies were enlighten, the breeze was gentle off the sea, and a low front line had sucked away a good deal of the humidity. After Balaji pulled his howling knot from my cum filled cunt, I lay on the ground satisfied and fulfilled. The dog came to my scatter legs and lapped at my leaking slit causing me to groan and sigh with farther atonement and pleasure. I sat up to pet him in thanks when we both heard the man whistling. Balaji turned to run from the President Bush and his paw caught the fabric of my saree. By the fourth dimension I saw my saree leaving the bushes attached to the dog, I had two time of textile to seize before it was all gone. My chemical reaction, though, right after an orgasm was slack. I had to bound through the bushes after the dog, landing with my upper one-half outside the George H.W. Bush to grab the end of the 5-meter length of textile. The man must have recognized what was happening and yelled for the dog to stop. I pulled on the framework and dislodged the fabric, crawling back into the shrub and pulling the material in behind me.

I stood to wrap the saree around me when I heard phonation of business organization on the itinerary below. I heard the man coming down from the slope reassuring the the great unwashed that everything was alright, he had just lost the location of the dog. When they questioned what the dog had been pulling, he quickly made up a chronicle of the sun reflecting off the waving Gunter Wilhelm Grass, despite almost no air. It bought me enough time to get dressed. I exited the George W. Bush in the opposite direction and circled around. Another closing curtain call, but very exciting. As I walked passed the mass, I could feel the dog cum still leaking from my cunt.

Then, his next idea for me came. He said he had an idea I was sure to notice very thrilling, erotic, and very exhibitionistic. He asked if I trusted him enough to give birth his driver foot me up from any location I desired. He assured me he would protect my identity and that his device driver was really his personal and professional helper. I told him I would be waiting at the south end of the Sunder Nagar Garden. He told me the colouration and make of the car, the driver's name, and other details to see to it myself of the correct car.

I stood on the sidewalk at the Dixieland end of the Sundar Nagar Garden. A car matching description I was given stopped in front end of me as he was heading to my leftfield. The rider windowpane lowered.

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

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

"Swapnil Kolte, ma'am."He reached into the rider rear end next to him and handed out a mask that would cover my eye and nose. I smiled, though he couldn't see it, and nodded. He exited the car and held the second door open for me. I put on the mask and slid into the backrest rear end. I had no idea where we were going or what was awaiting me. I was anticipating a new fix and another dog, though he never indicated so.

I started asking Swapnil interrogative about our address, but he interrupted me. He punched some push button on the dash and I heard the sonorousness of a phone on speaker. When it was answered on the early end, I was to hear the voice of the man for the beginning time.

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

"Thank you, Swapnil. Deepti, my name is Venkat Iyer. I have decided it might help you feel more impregnable if you know more about me than I know about you. I have a act of businesses in the Bombay area and you are headed to a outside part of one of those properties with Swapnil. I am actually semi-retired, which has allowed me the prison term to be so interactional with you. I am 62-years-old and widowed, I may cause mentioned that already."There was a pause and some muffled conversation in the background knowledge as though he was having a divide conversation."Sorry, dear. I needed to ingest care of something there that Swapnil would normally have handled. Now, you have my full attention. I wish I was there with you, but hopefully, that will be possible in the come on hereafter. How are you feeling about this, Deepti ? Do you have the mask on ?"

"Yes, Sir. Thank you."

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

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

"Yes, but I am afraid it won't mean anything to you. Suffice it to say, the localization is remote control, sequestrate, but visible. I know that sounds contradictory, but it is true and it is crucial for the experience I have planned for you. bequeath you trust me, Deepti ?"

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

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

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

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

I didn't get quite as much information as I was hoping for. I was wearing a masquerade party to protect my lineament, but Swapnil wasn't. He was in his late 20's, mean height and build. He appeared athletic and confident, though he was deferent to Mr. Iyer. Swapnil had short black hair's-breadth that was somewhat unrulily. He wore glasses that were ordinary, not too fashionable. He had a mustache and beard that was either new and growing out or he was having problem growing it. respective times as Mr. Iyer talked, I caught his centre in the rearview mirror and was struck by the twinkle in them. His smile was encompassing and literal. He looked like somebody I wouldn't mind spending clip with.

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

"Deepti, this is when you begin to render you really trust me. I want you to move into the center of attention of the back rump, then quickly unwrap your saree and take your top."My rima oris dropped and I stared at the location on the dash where his voice came from."Swapnil, what was her response ?"

"She might be in shock, Sir."

He laughed on the other end."I thought as a lot. Deepti, we have been very heedful to hide your identicalness. You wanted new, greater experiences. One would be to be naked in a moving car."

I was shaking my head, but my hands were already working to off the saree. I had to shift my side numerous times to reveal the 5 meters of cloth. Then, I looked into the rearview mirror, saw Swapnil glancing from the road to me and back to the road. I closed my heart and removed the top. I was sitting in the center of the game seat of a car I had never been in before and driven by a man I had never met before. I saw the car passing us and us passing them. We were approaching a irksome truck and I closed my eyes. I knew he could look aright down into the car for a very good panorama of me if he happened to look. I kept my eyes closed, but when I heard a truck barf future to me, I knew he happened to look and saw something he never expected.

Still reeling from what I was showing to truckers we were passing on a regular base on the heavily locomote highway, I almost missed the next remark from Mr. Iyer.

"love, now slide your fanny to the bound of the posterior and spread your legs wide."

My oculus flashed up to the rearview mirror, which Swapnil had his impart hired man on gear up to adjust. That twinkle in his optic shined even more. I fluidly took the position he instructed and never in my life-time felt more exposed to anyone. The only person EVER to have seen me in a military position close to this was me in forepart of the mirror as I looked for ways to thrill myself in onanism. Now, Swapnil, an attractive man I just met, had adjusted the mirror for quick glance to love the view displayed to him through the two bucket seats in front.

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

"Simply beautiful, Sir. I love the flavor of her cunt. The lips are parted and the internal mouth clearly show. The back talk and her puss exposed inside are glistening with her juices."His eyes showed his smile had increased. I hadn't realized my hired hand had moved down my soundbox to my cunt. When I did realize it, I pulled them back, my entire physical structure flushing bass than it already had been. Just then, there was another honk from a teamster. I closed my eyes."Sir, she is a sexual goddess, I think. Her fingers moved to her pussy, but when she realized it, she pulled them away."

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

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

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

The car was turned onto a rutted road, which caused me to sit straighter to see where we were. As I did, the car rolled to a arrest in front of a tall chain-link fence and operate gate. Swapnil got out, unlocked the gate, force back the car through, then closed and relocked the gate. He then drove into what looked like deserted, unused holding. The car bounced over two sets of railroad tracks, then came to a stop.

Swapnil redialed Bluetooth phone and Mr. Iyer came back on the line."Deepti, before you start looking around, today there is no dog fucking for you. Today, there is only man-cock. I know it has been a longsighted time for you, so enjoy."And, he was gone. I wanted to resist. I had agreed to watch all of his direction because I thought there would be a dog here for me to revel. I wanted to object, but he was gone. I looked up at Swapnil who was watching me intently.

Swapnil stepped out of the car and opened the back threshold. Clearly, he expected me to exit the car naked. As I did, I surveyed the orbit around the car. Besides the railway line cartroad nearby, the Western throughway roared with traffic on a long bridge deck nearby and above. I could clearly see passengers in machine and trucks on the bridge 10 or 15 measure above us. In front of the car was an expansive water system, which caused the motivation for the bridge in accession to the railroad tracks. On the early side of the water masses working, some of them in the water. Swapnil saw where my center were and commented that it was an experimental rice-patty. The people were close decent that I could severalize which were men and which were women by their dress and movement. It seemed everywhere I looked, there was some potential for being seen. And, Swapnil walked me naked to the edge of the water. I was spooky but he instructed me to keep my hands at my sides. He put me in a particular direction and I could see that I was exposed to both the bridge and the rice proletarian at the same time.

He walked me back to the car, stopping me alongside it on the side closest to the railroad track. He reached inside the car and withdrew another masquerade, this one black, and placed it over his upper face. He was wearing nice quag and a buttoned long-sleeve shirt undetermined at the neck opening, so when he unbuckled the whang on his mire, I quickly knew what was expected, though I had never done it for a man. I knelt on the dirt ground in front of him, loosened the slacks and extract it and his underwear down to his articulatio genus. I was still uncertain why he was also wearing a mask now since I had already seen his facial expression. But, when I saw his cock under his apparel, I discarded any business about the mask. His hobble, uncircumcised cock was the size of it of my husband's hard one. It hung in front of me and my idea and eyes had no former consideration than experiencing it, touching it, feeling it on back talk and in my mouth.

I had been given the experience of sucking cock with the dogs. Now, I was going to experience sucking man-cock, as well. And, it wasn't my fool husband. Mr. Iyer was deliberate and intentional in providing me with varied experiences, as he promised. My disappointment at not having a dog was replaced with the consideration of new experiences. Clearly, Mr. Iyer didn't business organisation himself as much with my approving or acceptance beforehand as a lot my following his direction. That recognition that he was taking restraint was mollified by the realization that my reaction to him was to comply with whatever he directed.

My manus seemed to be active out on its own until it grasped the turncock. I looked up at Swapnil and found him watching me intently. He had positioned me very deliberately and that seemed peculiar in the back of my mind, but I was so focused on the cock in forepart of me I didn't put much thought into why. I leaned forward and licked the underside of his cock. I could sense it act just from that simple action. I lifted it and licked along the length of it. When I reached the top, I pulled the foreskin back to expose the head, opened my mouth and took it inside, sucking on the headland, swirling my tongue over it. I did this natural process repeatedly, licking the distance, exposing the headland and taking it into my mouth. Soon, the reaction from my endeavour gave me the largest cock I had ever seen. The pass was pushed out from the foreskin, exposed and ready for me. I thought the pawl'cocks were big and they were compared to Prakash, but they weren't as big as Swapnil's. I wrapped one hand around the stand and saw it was only covering about half the length. I looked up and smiled, again. What would it be like to experience something like this ?

Then, the doubts about what was happening flashed into my brain. I was a married womanhood. I had a husband. persona of that union was supposed to be a dedication of commitment and faithfulness. I had rationalized my way through each new step : the masturbation was self-pleasure ; the toy were still self-pleasure ; the detent were not human so they didn't count. But, now this was a man I was enjoying. By doing this, I couldn't rationalize it away. I was being unpatriotic and unfaithful to my vows of marriage ceremony and my husband. But, I had had these like thinking before, even before I knew what this experience might be. I had considered the possibility that this might someday be presented as an chance. It was a natural procession, after all. In the cool down moments of considerateness and analysis, I knew I would take the opportunity to again go through a man's putz that wasn't my married man's. I understood that taking that step, that opportunity, might add extra frustration into the marriage, but the course I had set myself on had produced that whether I took this additional step or not.

Another consideration came to my mind, though. My husband's military action played into this, as well. I had learned accidentally that despite our tight finances, he was continuing to gamble and pledge with his buddies. Nights that he said he would be working, he was with his buddies. It was an accidental discovery and it had angered him tremendously when he had been caught in his lies. His choler had been such that I feared being beaten more than the slapping I might on function get as his drinking progressed. Maybe it didn't completely justify what I was doing, but he wasn't without some error and responsibility.

With that decision and adoption, I became earnest in my crusade of pleasuring and experiencing the hard shaft in my hand and drumhead in my mouth. All Mr. Iyer said was that I would have man-cock today. I became diligent in satisfying Swapnil. It became of import that he report back to Mr. Iyer that I had pleased him with my lip and I was determined to take his cum in my mouth and swallow it. Another thing I obviously had never done. If I pleased Swapnil and Mr. Iyer was pleased in turn, I may again be given one of his dogs to experience.

I was so intent on the tool in my lip I wasn't aware of a important noise coming. Then, the randomness was plain. We were near the two-baser raceway and it became obvious now why Swapnil had been careful in positioning us. The commuter gearing was approaching from in nominal head of me slightly to the left wing. It was approaching so anyone looking would see the backrest of a partially dressed man, but clearly, see a defenseless adult female on her knee joint sucking the man's cock.

I reacted to what was about to go on by shifting while the dick was still in my lip, but Swapnil kept me in berth. I looked up at him just as the train locomotive flashed by with the XII or so rider car behind it. I shook with scratch nerves, knowing that everyone on this English of the cars had a perfect sentiment of me. This was why Swapnil had also put a fond mask over his eyes.

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

"Was that exciting ?"

"My God, yes ! My concern has been to be seen, that something dreadful would happen as a result. I was very definitely seen naked and sucking a man's cock who wasn't my married man, but cypher would be able in that flash of vision to know who I was."I looked at my implements of war."I'm still shaking."

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

I was puzzled, then aware. Not only was he giving me the opportunity to suck his cock, but he was going to roll in the hay me, too. He helped me up and I walked on weak and trembling pegleg to the car and was leaned over the cowling. He came up behind me and tapped my feet on the interior to encourage more separation. I knew there was no issue with my slit being ready, I could find the moisture. After the earlier coming, sucking man-cock for the 1st time ( and a large one ), and being surprised to be exposed to a commuter railroad train, I was gear up for anything, physically and emotionally.

He placed his turncock at my cunt, rubbing the head up and down along the length of my mouth, he found my kettle of fish and pressed in. I gasped at the feel of his declamatory cock head, so different than the sharpen cocks of the frank. I moaned at the feel of it as he pressed his peter deeper into me, pulling out a few column inch and pressing back in further until I felt his hip joint against my bare butt. I felt filled with prick. It was more than I could have got imagined. The knot is filling, but this was filling for the full duration and it was blowing my psyche as he quickly settled into a fluent rhythm of fucking.

My capitulum was on my forearms, he was now pounding into me with more force. My teat were squashed into the poke bonnet of the car, still a lilliputian warm from the drive here. It was Delicious and I wasn't sure I could wait for him to cum. Another new experience and I was quickly rising to another orgasm.

"Oh, Swapnil, I … I am going to … going to cum … are you ready ?"

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

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

As the engine flashed by and the passenger cars after it, the noise was deafening and drowned out my cry of pleasure and exaltation as my orgasm crashed over me. When my dead body calmed some, Swapnil was still fucking me. I sensed some importunity to his fucking so I pressed back against him as he thrust into me, matching his apparent movement with mine and compounding the energy of the fucking. My nipples felt like they were on fire, erect and pressed into the strong alloy of the car, the roll in the hay making my tits rub over the surface. I slipped a hand between my body and the car, rubbing my clit as the cock inside me pounded into me with ever new military group and intent. As I felt his prick erupt, spewing his cum into me, I spasmed around his cock, another orgasm taking clutches of my body.

CHAPTER seven :

After the adventure with Swapnil, Mr. Iyer and I dispensed with the use of texting and accepted talking with the same earphone. He continued to tease me with little challenges around the apartment and neck of the woods. In the flat, I would put the telephone set on speaker and he would direct me using his own imagination of what it looked like.

He seemed to be using the days immediately after the car ride for gentler bid and I had the feeling he was nervous about what my reaction might be after that experience. I assured him that despite my initial letdown about not having a dog, I was fine with everything that had happened and desired more. I was intrigued by what his creative thinker had come up with both in the common and the late experience. I finally was able to convince him I was dying to experience more of whatever he devised.

One day, he had me standing in front of the mirror using snip on my nipples and clit. They stung, but I told him I found it erotic and stimulating. Encouraged, he had me add more to my pussy lip. He then expressed his regret that he couldn't see what it looked like. I asked him for longanimity and awkwardly walked to the closet to remember the photographic camera. It had a timer function, which I set and placed on the chest next to the mirror. I quickly turned toward the camera and I heard the click. I checked the image and took a duet more, adjusting the slant. I took the camera to the computer, downloaded it, then uploaded the images to the phone. I sent him a text with two of the images, one was a closeup of the snip on my cunt lip and clit. He was delighted, which made me pleased.

Later, I took the images off the computer, transferring the ease to the headphone. As I busied myself with that task, it occurred to me how well-chosen and satisfy I felt. I tried to analyze why I was feeling it so strongly and it seemed to be that there was a man in my animation, even remotely, that appreciated my campaign to satisfy him. A man I didn't really know very well was giving me a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment my own hubby didn't seem up to of giving me.

Another time, he asked me to lube the handle to my hairbrush and work it into my ass. How salacious. But, I did it and eagerly. No affair the postulation, I felt a stiff and compelling desire to complete it for him. If I could, I would get a photo as I did with the brush sticking out of my ass.

I started taking photos of myself to send to him. It might just be a selfie in the mirror or a timed picture in some pose. I took a photo wearing a sheer saree with nothing underneath. He came back quickly after that saying that one was very intriguing to him. He liked how I was exposed but still covered. He said he wished he could experience that every day.

He came back with another suggestion for an experience with the car. I would be picked up at the Sami location, I should wear the same turnout, and expect the use of the mask, again. I asked, but he would pass no farther details. He did not look to be someone who was satisfied with duplicating the Same experience twice in a row. Even in the commons, he used dissimilar bounder or different teases. I didn't think the two times in the car would be a extra, either. He was going to bring home the bacon something different and the closed book of that heightened the anticipation for me. I was sure this time would somehow let in a dog.

The car trip-up followed the Saame rule as the first time. I was a petty disappointed to retrieve the car only had Swapnil driving. I had speculated that the something different this time might have been the engagement and attendance of Mr. Iyer. Not that there was anything about Swapnil that could cause any disappointment.

I was given the mask, which I put on as I seated myself into the back seat. As we approached the entryway to the westerly Expressway, I caught Swapnil's eyes in the rearview mirror and he simply nodded. That seemed like a lot to assume from one previous encounter, but I was anticipating the Same instruction to polish off my saree and top. I smiled at him, leaned forward to pull the end of the saree from my articulatio humeri, then pulled the top up and over my head. Without a bra, I was now naked from the shank up. I caught him adjusting the mirror and smiled at him, less embarrassed this time than I had been the previous time.

I thought about how to more easily withdraw the saree in the back seat of a moving car since the battle of concluding metre. I shifted to my knee on the edge of the vertebral column stern with my target toward the front and pulling the buns edges above my knees. I then was able to pull in the tuck from the whack around my waist and let on the sari material from me. I piled the stuff against the left side of the seat, the rider side, and fell back into place in the centre of the seat. I opened my leg wide to his gaze as he adjusted the mirror a little more to see further down.

I giggled,"Like this, Sir ?"

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

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

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

I smiled at Swapnil who had rolled his eyes in deflection of the compliment about him. I asked,"What do you have in fund for me, today, Sir ? And, will I have the pleasure of merging you, this time, too ?"

"You will give birth to hold back, my dear. We wouldn't want to ruin the surprisal. But, are you masturbating for Swapnil, Deepti ?"

I blushed and dropped my manus between my second joint."Sorry, Sir."

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

There was a chortle from the bolt speakers,"I believe she uses the terminal figure ‘ slit ’."I blushed stronger as Swapnil's eyes held mine for a consequence. With all the cackle about me and my cunt, I didn't achieve an orgasm this time, but I was certainly ready for anything. In fact, besides hoping for a dog, I was hoping for another coupling with Swapnil. His cock was magnificent and he was skilled with using it. I still was expecting Mr. Iyer had something more in mind.

When we dropped off the Expressway and wound through pocket-sized and smaller roadstead, I sat up in anticipation of our finish. We were indeed approaching the Sami remote region with the train cart track. I noted by the clock on the flair that the timing was very similar to the late time.

After opening the gate, driving through, reclosing the gate, and stopping the car in nearly the claim spot as final time, I accepted Swapnil helping hand as an assist in getting out of the back seat. I looked across the piddle to see people working in the exam rice Mickey. The nosepiece was still roaring with traffic and the train racecourse lay before us as if a monitor of what they could carry at any moment.

Swapnil came up behind me, slipped his arms around my waistline, and I leaned back into him. The last time it was all about the sexual act, there was little gentle soupcon. This felt serious. I knew very well I was going to be sucking and fucking him, again. Doing it all in world and exposed to those who might happen to see even if from too far a distance for recognition or too quickly passed for identification. But, still, I was in this man's arms, his hands slowly and gently moving over my raw battlefront, one mitt down toward my crotch but not quite reaching, the other cupping my tit before taking the tit between his fingerbreadth and thumb. He squeezed the tit and I mewed softly. He bent over so his other hand could pass on down into my private parts, a finger slipping between the protruding sass. He raised the finger up to my mouth and I sucked my own juice off his finger. I turned my human face up to him and we kissed.

I turned in his arms and his hands caressed my back to my butt. We continued to kiss and he picked me up, my leg instinctively wrapping around his hips. He walked me to the bonnet of the car effortlessly and set my cigaret down on the strong metal. He laid me back across the hood and kissed from my mouth to my throat, to my dresser and tits. He spent minutes kissing and sucking my mamilla and pap. My back arched at the attention I had never before experienced. A man was loving my body !

When his buss left my nipples and descending down my belly, I sighed, then sucked in a mystifying breathing time as it occurred to me what he might be leading to. As his lips and spit steadily descended over my abdomen and pubic knoll to the top of my cunt and clit, I moaned so gaudy I thought it might force attention from the workers except for the roar of the dealings above. He slid his bridge player underneath my genu and raised them up, then pushed them apart. I raised my head in pure shock at what he was doing. His sass was covering my dripping pussy, his tongue playing inside and out, flicking at my englut button, then covering that clit with his sass and sucking hard. I was splayed out like a hen being made ready for stuffing. God, yes ! Yes, I wanted to be stuffed by this man, again. But, what he was doing to me was too good, too howling, too heavenly to need it to block up. His tongue stiffened and pressed into my twat. God ! How … how does he do that ? Men do this ? I want a man like this.

There was an void. One bit, my twat was covered by warm and attentive pleasuring and the following moment, it was gone. Emptiness and longing took its place. I opened my eyes, unfocused and directionless.

"Is she make, Swapnil ?"

I looked between my splayed thigh to find an older man standing alongside Swapnil whose oculus reflected full-blooded desire and eagerness."Sir, I think she is always ready. The moment I touched her she was soaking wet."

I took it this was Mr. Iyer. Venkat Iyer looked every bit the successful businessman he claimed to be, but the respect and consideration Swapnil showed him was an even swelled indicator to me than his coming into court. He had a kindly, gentle, fatherly face. He looked to be in his early 60's and stood a few inches taller than Swapnil. He carried his weight well, but it was plain that a life of business sector and offices had added some Pound to his frame. His hair was quite Second Earl Grey and receding. He combed it neatly to his right side. A belittled mustache was below his nose. He wore wire-framed eyeglasses. Like Swapnil, he wore overbold slacks and buttoned shirt open at the neck.

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

They had shifted locating so Mr. Iyer was now standing directly in social movement of my dislocate second joint, but a couple meters from me. I was getting embarrassed by my vulnerability to them and started allowing my second joint to close, but Mr. Iyer reacted quickly.

"No, dear, please. Please, remain just as you are."Despite my increasing rosiness and overplus, I reopened my second joint as fully as before. My center met his, at least the moments when his optic left his discipline of my cunt and trunk to glance at my face. He was unabashedly gazing at my open slit and occasionally at my tit and the repose of my body.

"I don't know if I have enjoyed a woman so much as she."He looked into my center."Perhaps it is her matureness. She has a real body, doesn't she ? Her curves as enticing. I think you are counterbalance, Swapnil, a sexual goddess seems appropriate with a little encouragement."

He came up between my legs, knack over and kissed my cunt. I shivered and moaned. There was something about this prosperous, successful, and attractive man who had been so unashamed about gazing upon my openly exposed body and then moving up to me and kissing the component of me that seemed to keep his attention, the most private contribution of a woman.

He put his hands out to me. I took them and he assisted me down from the cowl of the car. He pulled me into his arms and whispered into my ear,"Thank you, dear Deepti. I am gloomy if that might have embarrassed you, but you are so lovely."He put me at arm's length and looked down my physical structure, again."I truly do enjoy a more mature woman."He held my middle."You've been very sensory to everything nowadays to you, so far. Are you gear up for more than ?"

I nodded and stepped into him, putting my arms around his neck opening."Yes, Sir. Anything. Everything. You've helped me experience matter and feel affair I never believed I would or recollect possible."I looked over at Sheru and he chuckled.

"I am glad to hear that."During this time, Swapnil had disappeared behind the car and was removing two thick blankets and spreading them on some nearby tall grass. Mr. Iyer saw where my eyes were watching."Yes, my honey. Have you ever been fucked three metre in one academic session, Deepti ? Would you wish to be ?"

My lip dropped subject, then formed into a wide smile. I demurely looked at him,"Sir, as I have told you before until all this started, I was only fucked by one man and that turned out to be very unsatisfactorily. Everything you have offered me has been amazing and satisfied me, but each has left me with an increased craving for what else was possible."I paused and placed the position of my face against his chest."I will try anything you desire of me, Sir. You have ignited something inside me that has inflamed desires, needs, cravings I didn't know could exist."I raised my caput to engage his eyes, unaware that Swapnil had completed the arrangement of the blanket and was watching and listening to our commutation."Sir, I feel I am at a precipice in my lifetime. My lifespan has been unsatisfying and frustrate, but it was the life I had. You've shown me matter, made me finger matter, so many things, that are beyond my ability to carry. The dim-witted desires I felt born from my defeat to have matured into cravings I don't know what bounds might subsist for them. I don't understand what is happening to me or where all this will lead me in life sentence, but at these mo, these experiences are what I need."

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

He guided me gently to the blanket. I looked at him and Swapnil standing side by side. They were also wearing masks now and I remembered the trains. Nothing was said or indicated. I simply dropped to my knee in strawman of them. I moved my paw to Mr. Iyer's bang buckle, first. I undid his belted ammunition, his slackness clasp and zipper, then pulled his pants and underclothes off his rosehip and down his legs. I did it quickly and without fanfare. I looked up at his face and smiled at him. His hammer was uncircumcised, also. Although not nearly as long as Swapnil's, it was longer than my hubby's, the only early cock I had any experience with. I raised his stopcock with one bridge player and licked the underside of it from base to top. I put the top into my mouth and began sucking on it. I pulled my sassing off, rive the foreskin back to expose the brain, and returned my mouth to breastfeed on the exposed head. I heard him gasp, his helping hand resting on the top of my head and I smiled around the cock.

I moved to Swapnil and repeated everything with him, sucking his cock about the same length of prison term. Then, I moved back and Forth River between the two men, sucking and licking each until I had two hard cocks standing before me.

I sat back on my dog, my articulatio genus separated to evidence my slit and looked up at the two of them."Sir, would you like to cum in my mouth ? Or, would you like to cum inside me ? think me yours. How may I please you ?"

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

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

"And Sheru ?"

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

He motioned me to lie on the blankets."I want to look into your eyes as I fuck you, Deepti."I was on my back, my articulatio genus hang and counterpane open. I held my sleeve out to him and he knelt between my stage and aimed his hard cock to my snatch, moving the head teacher up and down until he found my hole and pressed into me.

I gasped at his insight. Opening my eyes to find him supported above me on his weapon system, his rosehip smoothly and slowly pulling his shaft back, then forward back in. I sighed and smiled up at him."Thank you."He looked at me questioningly."I have imagined you doing this for a while since we started communicating. Now, I have you and you feel wonderful."

"You are an enchanting woman, my near. Your husband is a fool."

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

My coming hit me before he climaxed, but it seemed that my coming may take in stimulated his. My cunt clenched around his shaft and he groaned, soon after he was shooting his cum into my body. He collapsed on top of me and I held him besotted, feeling his stopcock move inside me as the last of his semen leaked from his cock.

Before the finale metre at this post, Mr. Iyer had questioned me at duration about the protection I might be using. He was worry because we were a sexless marriage. He didn't want to introduce Swapnil as a mate for me if there was a probability of my getting pregnant. I had laughed. Although his family had blamed me for being infertile, it was a relief to Prakash and it was at his press that I had my tubes tied to eliminate the possibility in the hereafter. Once fully immersed in his separate life-time, the last thing he felt he needed was suddenly having a folk involved. Such was my existence.

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

Swapnil had his own estimation of what he wanted to do. With my limited pic to sex and positions, he lay on his rear. I looked down at him puzzled. He told me to range his body and sit down on him, penetrating myself with his turncock. I smiled at the thought and did as he instructed. I sighed as his tool penetrated me and continued to sigh as I sat down completely.

"Oh, my God ! How wonderful !"

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

I smiled as I raised up, then sank back down. Over and over. I loved this spot. Then, he added more,"There are many view, Deepti. Move your groundwork in front of you and lean back to me."I felt his helping hand fend for my back as I continued to develop and low-down, this position causing touch in new manner."Now turn around without losing my cock."I looked over my shoulder as if to challenge the instruction, but I did as he directed. It was so unknown to find him as I twisted around. Then he had me thin back as he held my helping hand. Then he pulled my feet alongside his capitulum and I leaned back onto his wooden leg. His cock pressed hard against my abdomen.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I felt movement and new audio near. Without raising my head off Swapnil's chest, I found Mr. Iyer's legs and base and the golden fur of Sheru seating next to him. The odor of sex, even outside, must consume been potent because the tip of his putz was peeking from his sheath. I raised myself to sit on Swapnil's rose hip. His dick had fully shrunk and only the pass of it was still in my slit. As soon as I moved, though, it too slipped out. As it slipped from my grasping gob, I attempted to squeeze with the muscles, bringing a smile from him.

I moved off Swapnil and sat on my heel in front of the dog and Mr. Iyer. I patted my second joint and Mr. Iyer released him to come to me. I buried his head into my naked dead body, my arms around his neck as I petted and stroked his eubstance, his tail wagging furiously in reaction. Swapnil was rising and pulling his mire on. I patted the blanket to have Sheru get down on his side of meat. I nuzzled his face, my hand moving over his belly. After the former experiences with the dogs, my natural process was much less tentative. My fingers quickly moved over the sheath, stroking the position and holding it in my hand.

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

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

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

My tongue found the tip of his unwrap cock tip and I licked off the drop of precum forming there. I put my backtalk over the tip and sucked Sir Thomas More out and feeling the cock growing as I did it. I slid the shaft into my mouth the inch or so until I felt the fir of his sheath. I pulled back and pushed down over it, over and over, taking more tool in the process. When I was satisfied, I pulled my mouth off and gazed at the scarlet cock. Without looking at either of the men and mumbling Sir Thomas More than speechmaking, I confessed a new building desire.

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

I didn't wait for a response, it was my own new desire, not born from their desires. I moved to my hands and human knee and patted my ass. Sheru jumped to his feet and whiff my ass. He gave me a few cursory lap, then was quickly on my back, his coxa thrusting at me. My manus moved to assist him and even the feel of the cock sliding over my medallion was thrilling. Like a Pavlovian trigger, the feel on my medallion triggered the expectation of penetration and my strong-arm and outspoken response. I would not have been surprised if my cunt didn't yawn open in the expectation of the cock.

I gasped and moaned with the initial insight, then pressed back into him as he repositioned his grip around my shank and drive deeper into me. Then, as his phrenetic, a****listic mating behavior fully engaged, I heard the exclamations from both men as they watch the dog take over the mating rite. My head sagged on my shoulders. When my optic slit open, I was again aware of how my nipple swung underneath me as the dog fiercely pounded my bitch with his cock. The forceful and dominating fucking served to ignite the remaining growth required for his cock. I felt it get inside me and felt the knot forming. At maiden, I felt something larger pushing between my backtalk, then it was too large and was caught outside banging against my cunt. I pressed back at him as he pressed and forced his crusade at me. The dog cock is good for fucking. The knot is entirely different, hitting spots inside me that only it can with regularity. The knot was a wonderful part of fucking a dog and an experience I knew I could never tire of.

When his knot stretched me wide of the mark and finally pushed in, my mind and skunk were singularly focused on that achievement. The present moment of entry sent me into orgasm, an sexual climax I was told had me shouting and screaming my reaction, but it was drowned out by the passing game of the next commuter geartrain. I only became aware of the caravan as the final cars were passing. The sudden awareness was shocking and vivid and resulted in another orgasmic peak crashing over me even before the previous one had ebbed.

Several days later, I was sitting on a workbench in Sundar Nagar Garden next to the football field. I was watching the match. A young participant from the far side had just sent a foresightful pass toward the front of the end and his teammate soared into the air and executed a hone coping, sending the orchis into the end. I have long marveled at the strong-arm skills some people possess. Mr. Iyer was sitting next to me pretending to read a newspaper while Swapnil sat on a terrace across the walk looking at his smartphone.

Without looking up from the paper, he casually commented to me,"If I never saw you with the dogs again, Deepti, I would be eternally grateful for having witnessed it. The image is one I could play back in my head in hunky-dory item. But, I hope it is not the last time."

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

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

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

"You understand the terminus ?"

I giggled nervously,"Yes, certainly, but I also understand why you have used it with me. I see now how my family had control over me and was able to dictate and misrepresent my decisions and pick. I understand why my hubby's family was willing to finalize on a young woman from my scope. I would be easily controlled and manipulated to serve the want of my husband."

He was nodding, still seeming to be engrossed in some story in the composition."I am guessing that despite the treatment you receive from your hubby and your growing craving for intimate gratification, you still maintain an neat and efficient family for him."I nodded."But, you don't feel whole, fulfilled, do you, Deepti ?"I shook my mind. My eyes moistened and I looked away from the friction match, my centre not focused on anything. He was right, I didn't feel any fulfillment in my life sentence. And, if this was his way of letting me know he couldn't continue to help me, I didn't know what I might do. His hand moved to my arm and gently touched it."Deepti, a submissive is fulfilled by pleasing and serving, but there is also a deep need to be respected and honored in the process. Without that, it might as well be a handmaid's job."

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

I couldn't bear to look at him in eccentric his solution was the fearsome response I didn't want to hear. But, I heard his interpreter luminance, but firm, in command,"Are you dressed appropriately for our coming together ?"My eyes opened full. I was wearing a saree with a top, but underneath I was not wearing a bra or panties or petticoat. I looked up smiling and nodded. I was also blushing, not because of the admission but because of the feelings of prevision. I glanced at Swapnil and saw the kind, friendly, and caring smiling lighting up his typeface."I have no desire to end this, Deepti. Quite the inverse, in fact. I want to move this relationship forward, but I think to move it forward would postulate some changes in your life."

"What sort of modification ?"

He turned on the workbench to look directly at me."Big changes. You want to be devoid to get what is potential, don't you ? You are Sir Thomas More than a kick, Deepti. Recently, you have shown that you could also be a slut."My face showed my chemical reaction."Do you doubt it ? I know your desire, craving for cad. It was the dogs that truly set you dislodge. But, you have also shown you might crave the pleasance of men, as well, like a on-key adulteress. A submissive like you, Deepti, a bitch to dogs and a strumpet to men, would be fun to dally with."

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

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

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

He smiled and nodded. Then, he became very dangerous and held my eyes with his."Deepti, do you want this to continue, even to mature ?"I nodded."Are you certainly, Deepti ? To proceed like this would become more restrictive and risky. It can be continued and grown but it would require the big modification I was referring to. To truly continue this satisfactorily we have to lend this out of the fantasm. You are a fair sex who needs unassailable ascendancy and direction."

"I'm not sure I understand."

He chuckled,"I know you don't. You are like a freshman waiting to be groomed into being the slut and bitch you could be. That can't be done in a few time of day at a meter, a few times a week. It requires turning your living over to it."

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

"Sir, I can't leave …"

He put up his hand."I understand how of import the sensing of your marriage is for you and your family unit. Though, I don't think that husband of yours deserves you. He is a tomfool to have left you in this United States Department of State that you should line up yourself."

I stood and faced him while keeping a goodish legal separation between us in case someone should notice us."I don't understand, Sir. What can you possibly do to make a difference beyond what we have been doing ?"

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

"Yes … I would want that, but how ?"

"Deepti, there is a saying : To last fully you have to try out ; to have the power to try out, you have to make confidence ; to cause confidence, you have to be secure ; to be secure, you have to trust."He looked into my eyes deeper."I have asked you before if you trusted me and you always said, yes. This time it is a much bigger question, isn't it ? Do you intrust me this much, Deepti ? Do you believe me to not only to free you up to receive to a greater extent of this while maintaining your spousal relationship but do you desire me to control what you experience ? I am not offering you a passion human relationship, Deepti, this will be directing you into experiences."

"Yes, Sir. I do trust you with my being. However you think you can manage all this, yes, I trust you to do it. It excites me, Sir. I have become wicked in my desires, I need your guidance."

"Good, excellent. I am excited, too, as I am for sure is Swapnil."He chuckled and glanced to his assistant who smiled. observe that phone nearby. In the next day or two, I will ring for a coming together for it all to be explained."

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

He turned to leave, his oculus showing that he wanted to give me a parting osculation. After only a few footfall, I saw Swapnil say something to Mr. Iyer and he turned around."Deepti, when I call for you, don't forget to dress appropriately."

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

THE END