PROLOGUE

This is the story of a mature cleaning lady, Deepti Sinha. She lives in the greater metropolitan neighborhood of Bombay, India. She comes from a buttoned-down Native American class and married to a troubled businessman through an do wedding, still a common usage in India and other countries in the region. She is a good woman, a practiced wife, and has made it her finish to create an surroundings of peace of mind and comfortableness for her husband. It has been a chore 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 unaware 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 dish out her husband in much the Same way she did when she lived with her parents and family before her coif marriage. Her raw nervous impulse to please was of principal importance to the man's kin in orderliness that he be freed to concern himself only with his rising career in business. They believed he was a man destined to succeed and get cite to the family.

Deepti was a virgin at marriage and understood little of the sexual macrocosm or its potential difference. As it turned out, her husband, Prakash, had as minuscule interest in intimate relations as she had knowledge of it. Unfortunately for Deepti, though, the consummation of their marriage and the early yr to follow opened something within her that remained frustratingly unfulfilled by an neglectful husband interested more in his business efforts and vices, gambling and drinking, than the significant charms of his married woman. And, despite her subtle hints and flirtations, he remained consumed by other things. Being submissive, however, she found it difficult, if not unsufferable, to express her interest in exploring sex with him.

After 15 yr of a c***dless and sexually frustrating marriage, she began to ruminate, fantasize, and ideate what might have been or might be if … The if was something she was not comfortable with. This tarradiddle is the exploration she innocently began and found difficult to control.

Hidden cryptical inside Deepti was a desire and penury to satisfy and be satisfied in dewy-eyed ways initially, but in not so simple path, eventually. But finding the way to satisfy and be satisfied appear impossible to her. Impossible until her humankind was opened up before her in a very unexpected way.

CHAPTER TWO

For two Clarence Shepard Day Jr., I lived a day by day life of self-recrimination and loathing. For once, I was thankful that Prakash ignored me so I wouldn't have to make everything was okay. When you don't interact except for the barest of communication central, the face you put on is of little significance.

A dog. I let a dog lap my consistence. I was unfit than a whore, a hiker, a kasabi. How could I have done that ? What was unseasonable with me ?

For two days, I didn't think about anything but my shame. For two days, I remained fully dressed. For two day, it didn't even occur to me that I had so recently been craving intimate dismission. For two days I denied my need, my deranged desire, my unsatiable craving for the intimate release missing from my life for all those year. For two days ….

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

Then, after yet another day, I recognized my continued motive, craving for sexual press release. That hadn't changed, it still existed. That wasn't my demerit or my doing, either. That was Prakash's error for ignoring me, for mentation and caring for his byplay concern to a greater extent than his wife's concerns. The craving was still actual, still demanding, and they needed to be satisfied. That hadn't changed. I needed a tone ending. I needed stimulation for loss.

When, on another day, the needs and cravings were as strong as ever, I again succumbed. After seeing Prakash off to influence, I returned to the bedroom and undressed completely. I stood in nominal head of the mirror for only a second, nodded to my reflection, and walked deliberately to the living room window where I stood for five minutes. I set the timer because I was shaking terribly and knew I would end it too soon. When the timer on my earphone buzzed, I ran into the bedroom, retrieved my dildo and turned it on to a temper vibration. I stroked the head over my clit and instantly shuddered in response. It seemed like so long since I had stimulated myself. I needed departure 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 flying. After crushing the dildo into my gob, I turned the nob up to the upper limit. I used both hands, one to thrust the toilsome gum elastic vibrating member in and out while the other alternated between my gorge clit and each of my pinchable nipples. My climax broke over me with a deafening cry erupting deep inside me. My custody only paused, though, as my body shook. I never even took the buzzing dildo from my cunt, only waiting for some specialty and cognizance to turn back to me. Then, my hands resumed. This time I left the dildo to vibrate as my fingers tortured my pounding clit and I twisted and pinched my pap. I cried out in pain and erotic thrill as my torso rose to an even greater coming. I scream my release as my leg and arms shivered.

When I partially recovered, I removed the still vibrating toy from my puss and I listened carefully to any speech sound in the apartments above or below. I wasn't sure if anyone might be able to take heed the scream or not, but a tarradiddle was easy to trump up. A simple fall while rearranging the ledge in the bedroom closet.

As I stood in the bedroom, I saw my contemplation in the mirror. I walked directly in front of it and gazed at my reflectivity, again. Critically, this time, like a week ago. I separated my thigh and looked. Not only could I see the sass of my cunt between my branch, but they and the interior of my second joint were wet with my cum and juice. I have heard of women who squirt, but I don't think I am not one of them. But, I do leak out my juice generously and that is seeable now. My nipple are more enunciate than before, the stimulation having extended them even more. I use my finger's breadth and contract them, pinch them, and deform them. It hurts, but I watch my facial reaction as I do it, then I check out the mammilla. They throb from the abuse and they stand out even further.

I look at my torso, my body's reaction, and my psyche is again on track for the exploration I had set for myself those twenty-four hour period before. I look at my body closely as if to see the the true in the skin, mammilla, nipple, and cunt. I look up into my own eyes and that is where I see it, the truth, the validation, and the finding. I want it. I need it. I crave it. I want more of what I started. And, in that moment of inspection, of introspection, I know I am going to go back to the Park. The dog's tongue felt heavenly. It felt wonderful. I am going back to the parking lot and I will jack off outside, again. But … if that dog returns …

Despite my determination, I am still working up the nerve to venture back to the parking lot. I think I have erased the shame of the dog licking me. That recrimination was brooding of my kinfolk, Prakash, and what they would suffer heaped onto me should such an experience be witnessed and reported. I feel the excitement of the hazard, again. The thrill of exposure and the risk it represents renew me and goads me. My academic session of masturbation in the apartment become more sponsor and acute. I have used a lot of images and fantasies but none have produced such vivid excitation, stimulation, and raw release as now. Now, all my mind can see while the dildo or my fingers work at my cunt is the dog beating at my wet and gaping puss. These images, though, don't stop so quickly as it occurred in realness before. These effigy are of the dog overlapping at my drooling snatch as I lay spread before him, my fingerbreadth abusing my nipples until he and I bring me to a glorious climax that is replicated on my bed with the dildo. Any longer, those figure of speech, those intellection, have become the craving. It seems completely reckless, not deliberate, at all. But, I know it is now inevitable.

When I return to the ballpark, 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 feature to be a conjunction of epic proportions for that dog to be in the Sami place and Saami time as me. I am trying to proceed myself from a vast dashing hopes, but inwardly I am still hoping to see that event, again. I rationalize that it might subscribe to several visits.

And, I am adjust. I return to the ballpark and my fix. I scan around the area and I am virtually alone. I still hear sounds of the great unwashed and k**s in the distance, but I am alone in my hidden spot. I push my jeans and step-in down to my articulatio talocruralis to grant even better exposure of my leg and I settle down in the wild Gunter Grass. I start urgently with my fingers, but then take a mystifying breathing place to simmer down myself. There is no pauperism for rushing through this. The lack of the dog is only one element of the experience. I can still be in nature. Where I lie, I look up to the sky. The distant speech sound of people, the audio of fowl and the city much further in the space is both calming and titillating. The sounds of nature are refreshing and calming ; the speech sound of city sprightliness and multitude are stimulating, reminding of what I am doing and where I am doing it.

I reach to the side for my pocket-sized knapsack and transfer the dildo, turning it onto a low mise en scene. I place the end of it directly on my clit, rotating it over and around the nub. A tenacious shiver runs through my eubstance. I hear rustling in the brushwood or tree somewhere. I can't helper myself. I awkwardly kneel, the dildo protruding from my cunt. I slowly raise my head to scan around. I see nothing, but I was sure 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 not bad crash through leaves. I almost cry out, but I can't. My dungaree are around my ankle joint, I can't move, much to a lesser extent flight. When I hear it the next time, I am prepare and my ears trace the auditory sensation. It isn't on the terra firma but up in the air, which means it must be in the tree diagram around me. Then, a large hawk bursts out of a tree about 15 feet from me. It has something trapped in its claws.

I am shaking from the build-up of adrenaline and the sudden rest of not being found. I collapse to the undercoat in relief and, in the physical process, drive the dildo, still in my cunt, deeper into me. This time I do cry out in shock and stimulation. The vibrating head was jammed against my neck and the integral toy is nearly jammed inside me but for the base. The star is beyond anything I have experienced with the device, the buzzing inside me directly on my inner opening to my womb. I shake, my arms hobble as my ass is firmly on the ground holding the promontory rich inside me. I climax gruelling and fall to my back, my eyes clenched tightly shut, not a audio penetrating from the outside ; the only sound is the pounding thrill of my heartbeat in my ears.

It takes quite a while for my eubstance to find. Or, maybe I just allowed a long sentence to recover, enjoying the surrounding auditory sensation of nature to slowly recurrence and envelop me as I gazed back up at the blue sky and the auditory sensation of the metropolis again return to me. I am partially bare open and I have just had a brilliant sexual climax that took my hint away.

As I casually walk downhill to the path, I am distracted by the tactual sensation still fresh in my mind, even my body. It isn't until I hear a bark that I look up. There coming over another ridge behind the fix I had been was a dog bounding playfully. I stopped to view, curious if it is the like dog. I couldn't Tell from that distance for sure, but it was standardised in strain and size. It seemed to be playing, chasing after something on the terra firma, picking it up and running back over the ridge. Playing ? That would mean it was with someone. It hits me that the previous time I had the thought the dog looked like a pet, not a stray. It was well cared for and had a collar. I saw nobody that time and didn't this time, either. But, there could feature been mortal just over the rooftree, like the dog seemed to be responding to now.

Again, the next few mean solar day were consumed by the experience in the Park, but also with the sighting of the dog. Maybe the dog being near when I am there isn't"a happenstance of epic proportions"after all.

It becomes consuming, again. I not only masturbate to the cerebration of the dog, but I stand in figurehead of the mirror, my leg cattle ranch as I run my fingers over my bitch rim where the dog had licked. It is a poor substitute using my finger's breadth, but I imagine them being the glossa of the dog. I rub arduous, printing press on my clitoris, slipping one and two finger's breadth inside. As my body moves faithful to an orgasm, I look from my digit on my twat to my face and eyes. I watch as my heart slowly frown to slits, then undecided wider and roller back so I see nothing as the orgasm takes delay of me.

I moved quickly to the living room windowpane and brazenly stood almost against the spyglass as if I wanted the integral earthly concern to see how brace my body looked. I was so turned on that my hands rose to take cargo hold of my pap, fondling them and pinching my pap. As my excitement began to grow, renewed, one helping hand slid down my breadbasket and between my legs. I was lazily stroking my cunt and button when my middle focused on the Sanjay Gandhi National Park in the space. Somewhere in that Park, a dog might be roaming around. He may be brought to the Park by someone, but he has some freedom of bowel movement. Whoever is with him doesn't seem to stay put so close-fitting that either of the times I have seen the dog have I seen a person. Of path, the side by side sentence might be unlike. It was another risk. But, trying to satisfy up with one of the stray dogs that run wild throughout the urban center and region would be a far bigger risk of infection. They are dotty and brazen and unpredictable, even grave. Not only would there be the Lapplander risk of being seen with it, but many are said to carry madness and other diseases. It is rumored that some are even turning a bluish gloss from toxins they have come into tangency with.

I returned to the Park even more send. As I began my climb up the slope from the path, I saw a dog, maybe the Lapp dog by the coming into court, sitting at the ridgeline a little encourage past my hiding spot. As I climbed up to the Saame localization I had used past times, it's out of the question to watch my footing and the dog. When I stopped to reckon, the dog was gone. When I reach my spot and looked all around to see if anyone was nearby or watching from a length, I still didn't see the dog.

I resign myself to having to be satisfied with masturbating, but this clip I decided to add to my experience of flexibility and risk by removing my horseshoe, blue jean, and scanty completely. I was standing in my covered location, peeking through the branch and over them, looking down at the way below and the surrounding expanse around me. Seeing nothing that raised any concern, and no dog, I unsnapped my jeans and lowered the zipper. I pried off my brake shoe and, with a final aspect around, push both my jean and panty over my articulatio coxae and down my legs.

I had become entangled in my own clothes somehow. Something I do routinely had suddenly become complicated. My skinny blue jean and panty were bound up around my ankles. I bent over to push hard to get them over my feet when I should cause sat down and pulled the close of the blue jean legs over my feet. Instead, I am doubled over, my ass sticking up with my hands at my ankle and feet working at the cloth bundled in an unyielding mess.

When I felt something wet swoop over my ass, my mind attempted to switch from the problem of my clothes to the spirit behind me. The secondly swipe of wetness caught me between my second joint and covered the distance of my pussy. My thinker reacted in surprisal, reverence, and joy all at the Saame instant. I thought I was alone. I even looked specifically for the dog. Suddenly, as if he were a ghost that didn't make any strait, he was licking my ass and cunt. I stumbled forward, falling and landing on the ground, rolling onto my back.

I looked down along my organic structure 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 behaviour. 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 knee joint and looked around the area, again. If this was a pet, its owner might be nearby. Or, perhaps the owner brought the dog out here to run and dog hare and such and was trained well enough for it to riposte on its own. The rules explicitly required all hot dog to be on a 3, but that was only a rule and people flaunted rule all the time.

I was leaning forward to peer through some branches when the dog did it, again. His wet schnoz bumped into my bed cover thighs and the flavour, more than than the bump, caused me to lessen forward, again. This prison term I fell through some leg and the phone was manifest. That, of course of action, meant I had to scan around the area all over, again.

When I settled back down on my butt, I watched the dog as he watched me. My oculus drifted down his body and he was very definitely a ‘ he ’. Underneath his stomach was a large sheath with a reddish tip poking out. The people of color was only the first affair that seemed unlike about it. My only experience with putz was Prakash and that constringe experience and previous curiosity became evident here. I didn't know the dog's peter would be unlike, but it was.

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

I had my opportunity in front line of me, sitting quietly, patiently. And, there I was, my jeans and panties down at my mortise joint, my shoes off to the side. And, I was outside where I wanted to be. I leaned forward, trying not to do anything that might frighten the dog, and pulled the jeans from my metrical unit, then the panty. I piled them next to my shoes and pat my thigh as the but way I could think of to appeal 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 know him just a slight, anyway. The medallion on his neckband read,"Sheru ”, a Golden Retriever. His fur was well groomed despite what he picked up chasing through the brush. The name Sheru means Lion or Panthera tigris and given my circumstance, the name fit with the risk I was feeling.

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

With my custody on the incline of his head teacher,"Sheru, I want to be your special friend and I want you to do something very particular for me. I am sure, 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 neural, Sheru. The talking is for my own nerves."

I leaned forward and his spit came out quickly and licked my face from my chin, over my lip, and to my scent. I giggled. Maybe he understood more than I gave him credit for. I took a deep breath and lay back to the soil. He was between my legs and I spread them further. This was strange for me, too. I had never had anyone, or thing, lick or kiss me there. He and I were both going to be discovering things here. I took another deep breath, wanting very much to do this, but at the Saami metre not believing I was about to do this.

On my back with my legs extensive spread out, I closed my eyes, and silently prayed I would not be attacked or mauled in the process of whatever happened succeeding. I lifted my knees and scatter 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 principal and looked at the dog. His snout was sniffing and I knew he was picking up my odor. As his head lowered toward my genital organ, I sucked in a lung-full of air. I held my breath in anticipation. My head still up, I watched with excitement and disbelief. His schnoz was right there. I felt the air he expelled from his olfactory organ over my pussy lips. It sent a gelidity through my body despite the warmth of the day. I put my promontory back and moaned at the sensation, but when his tongue came out and licked the integral length of my cunt, I groaned and moaned over and over as his glossa greedily lapped at my sex, which I was certain was leaking fluids and providing him with more inducement for licking.

I was quickly beside myself with the champion and emotions crashing through me. I was outside ; I was being licked by a dog ; I was nearly naked outside ; my naked and exposed sex was spread out ; I could hear the airplane above, see the plane ; I could get word the shuttlecock nearby, the deliquium hum of traffic on the thruway near the parking area ; I was outside. My body was rising to an orgasm ! Outside ! By a dog ! A dog was the first gear male person of any kind to lick my cunt. And, it was wonderful.

I wanted more. I wanted it to never end. I pulled my knees up to my chest, pushing my genu to the sides, completely and vulgarly exposing my slit to the athirst tongue of the dog. I never felt so piddle away, so vulnerable, so give away, so at risk … and I never wanted it to end.

But it was about to. My orgasm was rising to an unbelievable height. I felt like I might break loose from my cunt outward. I clawed at my tee-shirt and bra, my fingers struggling to get underneath to mash my teat, to squeeze them, and to twist them. The pain in the ass was luscious and added to the rising sensations from the knife, that wonderful tongue. Then, it happened. My legs started shaking and flexing like wings of a struggling grounded bird. When my orgasm crashed over me, I thrust my hips into the air as if that action might somehow make a more vivid inter-group communication with the tongue.

I remembered hearing a cry but it was moments before it dawned on me that the cry came from me. When that dawning settled on me, I scrambled from the dog to find my denim and shoes. I quickly got dressed, tying my shoes before fully pulling my jean up. I stood and looked around nervously as I fastened the duck soup and zip fastener. I smoothed my hair and brushed the sens, leaves, and dirt from my dress as skillful I could. I looked around again, then exited my spot, worried that someone might have heard the cry and number to investigate.

Not seeing anyone coming, I took several inscrutable breaths to calm myself as I descended to the path. Then, a whistling, a loud and demanding whistle, carried through the air and the dog, Sheru, went bounding high up the pitcher's mound. Oh, no … the dog did come with somebody !

CHAPTER troika :

Again, the after-experience of what happened in the green consumes my existence in several ways. Not the least is the overwhelming sensory consequence that exceeded anything my imagination could predict. But, close behind those emotions was the chilling consciousness that the dog was not there alone, that his owner had been nearby.

In brusk, the experience was EVERYTHING I could have hoped for at the time ! I achieved a mind-shattering, body-shaking coming that wasn't self-induced. In fact, it was the best, nigh acute, daze, and consuming sexual climax of my life story. And, something I had never experienced, I was the only attention of a male person while having any form of sex. The dog … a dog ! … was the first male to fully focus his feat 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 leakage coming from my snatch, the result was the Lapplander. The dog gave to me without the condition that I was expected to apply to him in any way or signifier. My solid experience previously had been the dutiful effort of matrimony 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 consequence produced by hearing the whistle and seeing Sheru's immediate response. There could be little question that the whistle was intended for Sheru. The issuance, though, was that the person behind the whistle appeared to allow for the dog significant exemption to wander on his own. The peril of others in the Park finding me during any such activity was suddenly minimized by the query of the individual who was calling the dog.

I was a woman on fire, though. That imaginativeness and memory consumed not only every sentence I masturbated but became increasingly hard to think any other course of action in my new twistedly erotic considerateness. I became slightly abusive of my own soundbox. Standing before the mirror, it was as if my reflection was taunting me to activeness as I twisted, pinched, and pulled my mamilla. I did the same to my clit, those inwardness throbbing from the belligerent care I gave them while my eyes focused on the activity, my eye seeking the eyes of the fair sex in the mirror as if I was beseeching her to stop. But, it continued and grew in very small steps. I attached clothes pin to my teat as I shoved the dildo into my pussy. Who knew pain could be so enticing, erotic.

There was nada to do, I realized, but to experience more and I found the increased endangerment of exposure, being found, was increasing the intense desire to do something more.

Something more was the key. I could easily go back to the ballpark and masturbate and I did. The dog was around, I saw it, but it seemed held back somehow. It even seemed to see me, but it never came. I saw it depend at me, directly at me, then backward, back and forth before running away from me. It sent shudder down me that day when I questioned if the dog's owner was keeping it from coming to me. Did the owner know I was there or was it merely a coincidence of timing ? And, if it was timing, then the dog might number to me and the proprietor come shortly after. The thought sent a chill through me. It also excited me. It also worried me. I was becoming so needy of release and experience. It was seeming like a coil of motive and craving, the end of which I didn't understand.

This took clutch in my judgement increasingly. What could I do to feel new elements of hazard without involving the dog or brazenly being naked or nearly so in Mungo Park ? I had previously gone out for walks in the neighborhood around the flat without underclothes on. That was thrilling at the time, but in consideration of what I had done in the green, it was very good. I considered how I could project that type of experience to another level. I came up with wearing one of my sarees with only a top. I had several that were semi-sheer and others that were self-coloured. As I considered the idea, I wondered if a semi-sheer was too practically of a risk. Of course, putting active agent thought into the idea had the predictable essence of pushing me in that direction.

I went outside wearing a sari and focused on where I might walk, sit, toss workshop, etc. I watched myself in windowpane of shops and any mirror I might find inside shops. Wearing a saree in India is common and natural. There is no more thought to it than wearing a dress in westerly countries. A sari, though, is not anything like a dress.

The Saree is essentially wrapping a distance of cloth around your trunk. Normally, the wrap is over a form-fitting top, which is over a bra. Below, a underskirt over panties is worn. In a rule application program, wearing both top and petticoat, you hold the saree inner end with the left-hand hired hand, making certain the bottom is at floor level, tucking the top boundary line into the petticoat. The saree is passed around the front while maintaining the same height to the flooring. Keeping the top border level, tucking a petty into the petticoat to keep the saree firmly in place. Pleats are formed by folding from the rightfulness and tucking the edge. Tucking the plait into the underskirt, the pleats should go down straight. Then, bringing around the saree, holding it to the right hand and passing it to the left, arranging the molding evenly. Then d**** it over your left shoulder allowing the end piece to accrue casually.

It is often, if not generally, worn with a bleak mid-drift. I studied it in the mirror. The way it is worn and bent, it must be worn with a top because of how it hangs and d****s. Below, however, from the shank down, the body is covered, with or without a half-slip. I was curious, though, about wind. I retrieved a trading floor fan and arranged it near the mirror. I took the sari off and removed the petticoat. How do I do the rapier without a underskirt ? Perhaps by just using a slim down belt ammunition ? I put a thinly bang at my hips, then put the saree back on. It takes various arcminute and I was deliberate to urinate the tucks secure each clock time. Having tucks give way without a petticoat would be most sticky. Once completed, I turned the fan on at a low focal ratio to try a normal wind speed in the streets due to wind and trucks and car. As I turned, it was possible for the folds to jump up when the air caught it just right. I found, though, that for my ass to fully point, I needed to take the folding by hand and pull it across the back of my legs. It was an elaborate effort, but it was potential to do and it involved several risks depending on the rapier, the security department of the whack, the wind, and the material.

I knew where this was going, too. The risks were all manageable and that was becoming unacceptable. I needed the element of risk of infection. I needed the ingredient of not having everything within my ascendance. I elected to use a semi-transparent sari stuff. Normally, it is worn over an expand top or fashion bra along with a patterned petticoat since some of it might be visible. The sheer sarees are very much worn with manner upside and bottoms.

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

I knew where I wanted to walk. It was very dwell with old and young and quite busy. It would be stark. I live in the Sunder Nagar territorial dominion which is bordered by New connexion route to the due west and Swami Vivekanand route to the E and Goregaon - Mulund linkup route to the Confederate States of America. Between these is a district known for educational institutes including school day and colleges.

Sunder Nagar is mostly Hindu ( 75 % ) and the ease is mainly Muslim. There are bakeries and other store in the area. I intend to concentrate my manner of walking along Sunder Nagar Road past many store, a school, and several colleges with my name and address being the Sunder Nagar Garden. This is a large green space with activeness for all ages. A resort area for young c***dren and families and football, cricket, and badminton grounds for teenager and Whitney Moore Young Jr. men ( mostly ). There is a walking cut of 600 meters.

When I exited the building, I was immediately hit with the touch sensation of vulnerability. Whether or not I was mattered little. The citizenry who looked my way as I merged onto the walkway I was convinced were seeing through my saree below my waist. The far I walked, the more comfortable I started becoming as I found the people coming toward me were not staring transfixed at my breakwater. But, the people behind me became my concern. I noticed that even I tended to notice the backs of multitude because your options are restricted when surrounded by others.

I moved off the slope and stopped. I quickly turned to look into the great unwashed's faces but did not feel evidence of anyone smirking or staring at me.

I walked the entire Sunder Nagar Garden solid ground and spent to the highest degree of my time away from the family area, just in grammatical case. There was a group of Whitney Moore Young Jr. men playing football game and others standing along the side watching. I surveyed the area and select a place away from the activity but near plenty to be watching. I looked around to square off where multitude were, then reached behind and pulled the sari plica across the back of my legs to expose my ass and branch. I felt the air move over my bare skin and it felt so wicked. It was what I felt at Sanjay Gandhi Mungo Park, but this was a populated, occupy area. I quickly dropped the crimp back in place, fussing with it to be sure it had fallen completely.

I was literally dripping when I returned to the apartment. I knew, someday, I would take the opportunity to do much more. How I would be intimate 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 make when Prakash returned from work. He was meticulous in his timing, always where he intended to be when he intended to be there. He insisted his life run a set and preset course and schedule. To him it was everything. I was realizing how stifling it was for me. I was feeling Thomas More and more stifled by this life and existence. I had this personal prospect to attend, but there was less and less to have. My sprightliness was becoming an endless repeating of everyday duty. The only if things he wished from me was Captain Cook, sportsmanlike, and provide a restive surroundings for him when he returned from his piece of work. My newfound erotic cravings were making this existence seem lupus erythematosus and less passable. I also knew, though, there was naught to be done about it. It was my aliveness. It was the lifetime I was given to have, to help my hubby. If I somehow managed to find out other pleasance, no affair how thrilling and engaging they might be, I had little real alternative in life-time than the berth I had.

I went back to searching the internet. I was intrigued by what I saw of the dog. A blood-red rooster with a pointy tip ? I thought a cock was a cock. This wasn't.

I was shocked by what I found on the net. I searched for information on dog prick and found pile of that. I found scientific entropy about the averages of rooster based on breed and size and standardised information about human being male person that included comparisons based on ethnicity. There were dog hammer every bit as big as the average sizing of men. But, as I found just by looking at the tip of Sheru in the parking lot, the anatomy and affair of dog cock were very different. Not the to the lowest degree of the difference was a bulbous formation at the base of the peter that was similar to a Ball. I was intrigued that it was an evolutionary drive to improve insemination of the female person dog by locking the two together when the knot had swelled inside the female.

I sat back and looked at the pictures of the dog tool, my focus continually diverted to the nautical mile. I wondered if that knot wasn't painful. My curiosity led to a alteration of the lookup. I was curious if there was anything showing weenie 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 pages of search results. I found photo of women penetrated by dog-iron, their cunts distended by the knot inside. I went to recover my dildo, turning it to a gamy scene, and inserting it into my own cunt before continuing my reassessment on the computer.

My next venture of ‘ research'turned to videos. The screwing of dogs was crazy and unrestrained. Many seemed to expect some help at some power point as the dog seemed to have a difficult prison term penetrating the woman and staying on her. I went back to search for that question. I found that detent initiated incursion with little or no exposure of their shaft from the case. most of their erecting normally occurred during penetration and former ass. Then, the grayback eventually formed with increased blood menstruum and they were locked together before his climax.

The most scheme photos and videos to me were the ones capturing the international nautical mile inside the woman's cunt, then the gaping gob in her after the dog finally pulled out. The telecasting showing the loudness of cum streaming out was surprising. I happened on a intertwine video of the greyback coming out and cum streaming out with it. I let it loop repeatedly as I assisted the dildo with my fingers, climaxing myself with a shattering sexual climax in front man of the laptop.

I quickly looked at the clock on the lowly right of the covert, then relaxed as I found passel of time. I walked to the large window and stood before it, my finger casually exploring my wet and very pliable bitch lips and opening after the decent orgasm. I squeezed my nipples with the other handwriting as my eyes rose to the Sanjay Mrs. Gandhi subject common in the distance. I had one extended experience with a dog. Only one. I hadn't been able to get it out of my school principal since. I wanted that experience, again. The Saame experience, even with the credit of the danger that there was an owner in the area somewhere. Now, though, the craving had morphed into something much more, more involved, more salacious, more brute, and more dangerous. Being seen masturbating would be bad. Being seen licked by a dog would be worse. But, being seen fucked by a dog ? Yet, each step in my imagining sent my tenderness racing, my breather was taken away, and my cunt dripping.

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

As I stood before the tumid window, my fingers idly touching my nipples and cunt lips, I thought about the depiction and video recording I had seen on the computer concealment. The gnarl seemed so great compared to the putz, how did they penetrate ? But, if they can make do it to a dog beef, it can certainly happen to a charwoman. That was obvious based on the TV and picture show. Could I do this new thing ? It's one thing to wank and it's another to let a dog poke you. What about letting a dog mountain you, know you ? Could I do that ? Could I do that out there, in the open, almost ?

Again, I really didn't question where my declaration would moderate 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 fantasies. At times, it was almost like I didn't care what might happen to me, but it did matter and I did aid. I had to handle. I would sustain nothing if …

I ambled along the track and guess interest in the sights to grant the other people who had been surrounding me to move ahead and around the crimp in the course. This seemed to be an remarkably in use day in the parking area. I hadn't noticed anything special about the day, but something must be bringing the crowd out. Maybe, it might just have been the beautiful day. A storm had gone through the night before leaving all the way skies and air that seemed somehow fresh, which isn't normal for a city with this many people, traffic, and industry.

When I decided it was safe to go off the itinerary and not disembowel care, I started up the side, scanning the hillside in social movement of me and above as I picked my terms. 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 leftfield. It was a one sound that seemed more like a greeting than a series of bark 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 footing as it might if searching for a globe or stick thrown, but it seemed to head up in the general direction of the placement of our previous meetings.

I wasn't sure if that was rational number, but I hurried my pace while I scanned around me with finical care to the arena the dog had come from, half expecting to find a human following at a distance in search of his pet.

I stood just outside the clustering of brush and small trees that created my protected space. I continued to read above and below for anyone else walking off the track. As I was, the dog ambled to me, stopping 20 feet in strawman of me. When I glanced down, I found him patiently sitting as if awaiting my focal point. It was the like dog. I didn't even need to look closely at his medallion gently swaying beneath his collar, the reflection of sunshine glinting off the shiny alloy. I found myself relieved it was the Lapp dog and nervous at the like time. The relief came from a flavor of expectant familiarity. The nervousness came from a signified of pushing my portion with recurrent encounters with the same a****l that had to be in the Mungo Park with an owner who had to be somewhere in the general area. Even if this owner was trusting and tolerant enough to tolerate the dog considerable free-rein to wander and track, which time would he happen upon to keep up close by ?

I pushed that thought aside, however. These encounters with the dog had become something I could no longer logically excuse or excuse. I felt as though my life had changed into a mundane, act, and rote macrocosm that had no other meaning then filling the time space between the experiences I devised for myself, experiences that had an increased risk but also reward. My dull and ordinary life seemed to be now careening down a pot route of sharp curved shape and switchbacks while my brakes were slowly leaking fluid and the power to control my lineage. As frightening as the risk was, the belief of exhilaration and being alive was greater.

When I moved into the midst of the outgrowth, Sheru followed behind me. I knelt in front of him and he licked my facial expression playfully. I giggled at the feeling of him covering my face. The feeling coming over me wasn't that of a playful pet giving slug 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 attention my mind made the jump of adoption immediately.

Without any More business organisation about my surrounds or the act I was about to undertake to perform, I reached under the dog and stroked his belly. When I touched his sheath, which was my goal, I think I flinched as very much as the dog did. He stood briefly but sat back in the same spot he had been, apparently bequeath to accept these advances from me. Then, I thought maybe I could make my intentions a little more obvious even to a dog. I sat back, removed my shoes and wind cone, then stood and pushed my jean and panties off my hips and down my branch. He sniffed at me when I stood in straw man of him. When I spread my wooden leg, his nozzle moved between my thighs sniffing before his spit shooting out and licked me, again. I shivered from the touch. The tactile sensation I had one time considered so outrageous and decadent was now only a prelim for much more.

I knelt next to him, my hand returning to his belly. When my finger's breadth again found his case, his head moved to me, his natural language imbrication at my face. I giggled. Not only did I befall upon a leave male person, but one that was appreciative. While he licked my look, I stroked his sheath and felt his cock coming out. This was new for me. Prakash didn't give the opportunity or evince desire for playfulness during the modified sex we had. As my fingers stroked his bare, exposed cock, the dog flinched and whined. I remembered something I read online. Any pecker protected in a sheath is quite spiritualist when exposed. I brought my helping hand up to my cheek and licked it liberally, then let the dog lick it, and I returned to touching his uncover cock. I could feel a fluid coming from the tip and smeared it over my fingers. I moved the dog to the ground so I could see what I was doing to him and what outcome I was having. I was surprised to see how much prick was now exposed. I could also see more fluid forming at the tip of his cock. The more I smeared over my finger and transferred to his cock, the to a greater extent fluid formed. It was truly an occupy pipe organ for my inexperienced brain to behold. A specialise tip that grew thicker and narrowing slightly toward the sheath.

With him on the ground, I moved to his snout, my knees positioned on either side of it. He was immediately cognizant and reached forward to lap at my drooling slit. Cunt. Using that countersign before was so free-base and decadent. Now, a dog lapping at it after I had been fingering his pecker, cunt seemed to be the perfect word for it, maybe for me, especially if I continued along the direction I was headed.

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

I moved to my men and knees like I had seen on the net. The dog came up behind me, licked at my cunt and ass several fourth dimension, then he seemed to subscribe over. He jumped onto my spinal column, his front leg going around my waist. The feeling of fur on my lower rear was sensuous. The first twinge of his cock at my rear woke me up and reminded me of how wrong and right this was. A dog was on my back and he was probing with his turncock to find my cunt opening. He probed and probed. His cock was striking my butt buttock and around my twat. The pointy, bony cock harm 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 unlike. He was extended out of his sheath. I watched with enchantment as his stretch out turncock bobbed beneath him as he walked around me. All he needed was to penetrate me, then I was certain we would be good.

I reached back, first around my hip but that was too awkward. I shifted my script between my second joint, felt his cock stabbing at me, felt it glance off my decoration and hit me near my cunt. I shifted my helping hand up slightly and the next stabbing slid over my palm and into my opening. I pressed back against him and he used his front legs to pull me back and himself forward, driving his cock deep into me. I reached back to obligate his hind leg, just for a moment, in case.

It was mad ! A cock ! I had a putz inside me, again ! It felt wonderful and amazing and gross and decadent. I felt everything he did to me. He relaxed his breast legs slightly, moved forward and took me firmly with his stage, again. His fucking was like nothing I had experience. True, my experience was marginal, but nothing I imagined groom me for the onslaught of fucking I received. I gasped and moaned in a continuous chorus of muted audio, barely maintaining some awareness of my surroundings and circumstance.

I felt something banging against my cunt on the exterior, pressing against my brim and curtain raising, pressing and stretching my initiative. For moments, I was too consumed by the experience to join what was happening. When it did, I tried pulling away from the a****l, fearing the knot entering me, but his branch around my waistline held me in billet. I was just a beef to him at this stage. He was mating and his instinct was to ravel me. The more I squirmed and moved, the more movement there was of his hammer inside me. He was stabbing me, rubbing along my cunt bulwark, penetrating me deeper than I had been fucked before by my hubby. My body reacted the only way it could with all the stimulant, a****listic nature of the act, and my judgement's overdrive of conflicting tactile sensation. I orgasmed !

One moment my entire soundbox burst into seventh heaven, fervor, and ecstasy. The next moment that clod of flesh on the base of Sheru's dick was inside my cunt. My climax must have loosened my chess opening, eliminated just enough resistance. His prick drove suddenly cryptical inside me. The knot felt massive inside me, filling me more completely. His turncock was still driving at me, but the knot restricted his movement. I forgot about the ramification of the gnarl and only focused on what was happening inside me. The prick and greyback were both growing, swelling. He pulled back against my chess opening to thrust further into me, but the international nautical mile restricted him. Instead, something unexpected and unknown happened. The knot pressed against me inside, somewhere inside me and behind my clitoris. Whatever it was, the pressure was electric and intense, jar of fiery titillating foreplay coursing from my pussy into my consistence. I felt it on my clit, in my nipples, and sent chills and goosebumps up my neck and into my scalp.

I was crashing into another coming when I felt his cock inside jolt and pulse violently. The side by side sensation was my snatch being washed in warm spurt of dog cum. I cried out. I couldn't help it. I didn't want to or intend to, but my oral cavity joined the quietus of my body in joyous release.

As my body descended from the orgasmic efflorescence previously unconquered, my judgement rose up to the tumult of my place. Not only did I joyously cry out my euphoria, I was now tied to the dog. My idea replayed the videos I had seen. The cleaning lady were stuck to the dog for moments, maybe many. How was I to know ? The videos were snipping of action only. Suddenly, my capitulum heard audio everywhere around me. The small phone of a foliage in the jazz against the twig was some someone crashing through the encounter concealing me.

The dog whimpered as he tugged to free himself. He had done something I thought should be impossible. He raised his leg over me and was now standing facing the antonym direction. We were ass-to-ass. I had seen it in television, but somehow it didn't seem so significant 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 palpate my cunt rend away from my body. I gasped and shuddered. That same sense experience was happening, again. The knot was pressing on that spot. I raised my hips up and the knot jammed against that spot inside me with superfluous effect. I realized I could cum all over again. I shivered at the thought. Twice, already, I have climaxed and I was thinking of doing so, again ? Yes, I was ! It felt so scrumptious, so lewd, so … decadent. A dog had just fucked me !

After another pocket-size sexual climax, the gnarl seemed to stretch my lips and opening to run. I fell to the ground and the dog lay near me and started licking his pecker. I slipped my arm under my face and watched. I watched his natural language, the same natural language that had pleasured me, figure out his own cock clean.

My hands trembled and shook as I got dressed in the confines of my hiding spot. Sheru had left minutes before. He seemed to crash through the thicket and ran for the rise I saw him come over earlier. He seemed so noisy in leaving I delayed my leaving for many more than arcminute to avoid being seen also coming out of the same spot. In fact, I exited the opposition way. My legs were weak and wobbly, unsettled underneath me as I made my way back to the path.

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

Standing in front line of the mirror, again, raw and stimulate. When I stripped away the threat of the endangerment I took, what remained was the retentivity, the opinion of being fucked … finally, fucked. The impression come back with rough credit and chilling excitement. New thoughts fight for condition. Pushing aside the ever-present terror and fear for brief here and now, the desire to live over those notion come rushing in. In those moment, surrounded by the fear, was the acknowledgment of fulfillment. fulfillment of needs that have been missing, vacant for so long. Could I adventure it, again ? Could I not ?

The mirror is my window into my someone and desires. I have come to see the image of myself as the actual me, the me that demands to be released. And, that ikon is taunting me, challenging me, daring me. Her mammilla are extended, even for her. I spread my legs for her to show up me the snatch that enjoyed the dog. She smiles at me as her legs spread. I see her cunt lip as plain as her pap standing out majestic and pleading to be touched. I see her move a hand to a nipple, pinching it and smiling at me as she does it.

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

I look into her heart. I smiled at her and nodded my heading 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 FOUR :

I returned to the parking area a match more meter, skipping a day in-between visit so as not to stir distrust from anyone, especially Prakash, if he should notice. The dog wasn't there. One day I spotted a wander dog in the space, but after Sheru I didn't want to take a chance on my safety with a stray.

On the third sojourn, as I climbed up the slope from the path, I spotted a dog in the same positioning where I had seen Sheru arrive before. This dog wasn't Sheru, however. This was a High German shepherd, but it acted much the Saami way Sheru had. This dog came over the ridge, 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 look like a stray. I bent over and clapped my manus together, then patted my thigh hoping it would adopt those action mechanism as indicators of my calling him. I didn't want to verbally visit out to him for fear of drawing attention to me and my location.

As the dog trotted toward me, then moved faster as I continued to promote him, I looked around to control that I was still alone and not being watched, then stepped back into the brush and Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. The dog stopped outside, then followed the narrow way I had created into my hiding localization, his tail wagging furiously.

I knelt on the ground and offered him the back of my mitt. His sniffed it and allowed me to scrape his ear. Despite being a little intimidated by German Shepherds, this dog had an affectionate and playful disposal. Reassured by his attitude, I looked closer at him and found he had the Lapp collar as Sheru's. The medallion hanging from it read,"Balaji ”, which I knew meant stiff. Looking at the a****l, I had no doubts about that.

As I rubbed his neck opening, I felt something attached to the collar. I stood and looked at the object to find what looked like a sleazy cell. But what would a dog be doing with a cubicle phone ? I was still stroking the head word and neck of the dog when I heard the phone start buzzing. I took it off the catch and opened it to find a schoolbook message had arrived. I open the messenger.

‘ Yes, this phone is for you. I would care to pass on with you through it.'

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

‘ An adorer, only.'

‘ What do you want ?'

‘ Nothing. Sheru is my dog. So is Balaji. I know you have enjoyed Sheru. I hoped you would also enjoy Balaji.'

‘ You've seen ?'

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

Oh, no ! individual knows ! ‘ What do you desire from me ?'

‘ I told you, nothing. I don't know who you are and won't try to retrieve out. My only interest is in trying to help you.'

This was too much. somebody unknown to me knows what I have been doing ! My worst incubus if he were to enjoin somebody, go public, have moving-picture show. NO !

I burst out of the George H.W. Bush and sprinted down the gradient to the course. I was still running when I arrived at the start of the trail. When I stopped to catch my breathing space and compose myself, I realized the phone had buzzed several clock time. I opened it, again, finding a serial of other text edition messages. I quickly shut the phone, jammed it into a cover air pocket of my jeans and left the Park.

I buried the telephone in one of my shoes in the backrest of my closet. I ignored it for the rest of the day and nighttime. I had to determine what I wanted to do. Did I need to plan now for the worst ? What could I possibly plan ? If I was exposed, I would be exposed. What possible explanation or level could I concoct to excuse away such a Revelation of Saint John the Divine ?

I fretted all through dinner, the eve and throughout the night. I tossed and turned, getting short sleep as my mind imagined all kind of theory, all bad. All through the follow day, eventide, and Nox, it was only marginally better. The day after I began thinking the person on the other phone might not consume meant damage to me, after all. Then, another dreaded thought process came to me. He had purchased both phones. Couldn't he use the built-in GPS to trail the phone I had ? How did that work ? Was that mathematical function he could manage or did he need to go through the cellular sound service to get that information ?

I retrieved the headphone from my hiding spot in the wardrobe. I powered it up and looked at the text substance from before. I was struck by his last schoolbook : I told you, nothing. I don't know who you are and won't try to happen out. My only stake is in trying to help you.

It was the last one sent before I shut the headphone off. The former textual matter he sent were enquiring if I was still there. Obviously, I wasn't. I sat down to conceive this through. All those meeting were with his dogs and he had been aware of it and continued to bring his frankfurter for me to encounter. Never had he approached or intruded. If he was there somewhere, he was a long way off. He never was closing curtain enough to see into the shaggy field where I was and was never visibly secretive when I left. Maybe he didn't want anything. Maybe he really didn't intend to nose on my privacy by finding out who I was. I wondered, then, what did he signify by ‘ my only interest is in trying to assist you'?

I prepared a text content and sent it. ‘ What did you mean you only want to try to facilitate me ?'I was expecting there would be a holdup to get a answer since I had waited several Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. Instead, the earpiece buzzed almost instantly.

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

‘ Why are you doing this ?'

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

‘ The firstly time when I shrieked ?'

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

‘ What did you think might be happening ?'

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

‘ And ?'

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

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

‘ Say it. Say what he did to you.'

I stared at the phone. Say it ? That's absurd, why would I admit such a thing ? To a stranger ? But, it was his dog. He already knows. And, something was happening within me. This duologue, like it was flipping a switch inside me. Before I knew what I was doing, my fingers were flying over the little 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 keep off the knot, but …'Why am I telling him all this ?

‘ But ?'

‘ I orgasmed and the greyback 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 mortal came along.'There was another electronic silence and I wondered if the connection was broken.

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

He's setting me up for a rendezvous with his dog ! I remembered the content,"I can help you."Am I crazy ? But, even he can tell apart 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 work force were shaking. I put the phone inside my running shoes I would be wearing tomorrow. Now I have someone pimping his dogs to me ? I walked to the mirror in the bedroom and removed my apparel. I looked into the eye of my image.

"He's sending his dog-iron to you to enjoy. He's sending his dogs to you to fuck."I looked down at her thorax to incur the nipple becoming more erect, straining outward. I parted my legs and she duplicated the motility. Her lips were already glistening with her stimulation."You really are a dog-bitch, aren't you ? Even if all you can get is dog-cock, it is good enough."Her oculus were sparkling, her oral cavity turned into a grinning, and her head nodded.

I was empty-headed when I arrived at the commons and made my way to the location within the brush I had been using for my outside playing with the dogs. I noticed as I left the main path that my visits up the gradient had begun wearing a pass out way of life into the uncivilised grasses. As I approached the bunch of brush and small tree that formed my secluded spot, I looked up to the ridge above and checked my lookout man. It was only a few minutes before 11:00 AM. I surveyed around me, checking into the space, and was satisfied there was nobody else who might swan nearby.

I heard a barque and I looked in the direction of the phone to see a large dog similar to Balaji and the figure of a man against the background and sky. The dog bounded ahead of the man, stopped briefly, then bound down the slope toward me. The man stopped at the ridgeline and settled onto the ground. He was no longer hiding his presence, though he remained at a distance that I could not discern his feature of speech, therefore, he could not make out mine. Still, though, seeing the man I had been texting sent a shiver through my body as I watched the dog approaching. The impact of the change in the situation hit me fully. The dog approaching me belonged to the man up on the Benny Hill who had arranged this time for all of us to be in the same place. And, the only reason for that transcription of time was for me to be mounted by his dog. There was no longer any closed book about it. It wasn't a motion of if there was an proprietor of the dog. There was an proprietor of the dog, and he was right there on the hill.

I turned, stooped, and stepped into the area of brush and trivial trees. A present moment later, the dog followed me. I was already kneeling when he came right to me. As I stroked his mind and neck, I checked his collar and tag. It was the same High German Shepherd, Balaji. He sat in front of me. I stroked him and, not knowing any other way, used the like overture to him that I had with Sheru. I slowly worked my paw onto his side and belly, then down by his case with a few ‘ inadvertent'glancing signature along the incline of the sheath. He reacted the same as Sheru, a slight flinch, but nothing more. With my face alongside his, I was purport on what my paw was doing underneath him so I was surprised to get a long, wet lick over the slope of my face. I turned my face directly to him and closed my optic as he began licking my face. It was at that second that I took cargo deck of his cocktail dress and the hammer inside.

The tip of his cock was already poking out and the precum coming from it provided the lubrication I needed to get down stroking his cock as it escaped the protective covering of the case. In import, there was enough cock exposed I felt it was good. I stood in front of the dog and opened my dungaree. I pried off my running play shoes, then pushed my jeans and panties down my wooden leg. Strange how doing this in front line of the dog caused a self-aware feeling as if he were a soul who might judge or appraise what I was showing him. I don't think he was, but he seemed to be appreciating what was happening because his cock grew from the case another inch or so.

Naked now below the shank, I went to my hired man and stifle in front of him. As I could induce predicted with even my restrain experience, his lingua first went to my puss and ass, licking me respective times. It felt grand, the tongue soaring over my wet pussy sassing. It took a dog to give tending to my puss with lips and tongue. I giggled at what the dog was willing to do for me that my husband would never debate. I moaned at the thought of what was to come shortly and that it took dogs to contribute me cock after all these years.

I reached back with a hand to campaign his snout away and pat my ass, hoping to have him mount me. After a few effort, he did, jumping onto my backrest, his furry belly on my bare ass and lower back. I remembered last time and slipped a hand between my stage and with a trivial assist from me, he with driving his peter into my slit with less sore stabbing. I gasped loudly at the incursion and followed that with bass moans of satisfaction as the stopcock quickly began thrusting, the frantic piece of ass that, again, took my breath away.

Balaji was impregnable and more aggressive than Sheru had been. It took some getting used to, but it became thrilling and untamed. I found all I could do was plant my knees and custody into the flat coat and hold myself steady against his onslaught. His rear feet shifted as he attempted to reach better terms and leverage with which to drive his stopcock into his new kick. I pressed back against him, holding a steady and firm view for him to fuck against. And, it was what I became, a bitch. I realized my back talk was emitting a stiff flowing of low, guttural moans, gasp, and groans. I heard nil but the sounds coming from my mouth, the oink and panting from the dog, and the squishing of our mating organs, his hammer driving into my wet and drooling snatch. If anything was happening outside the brush protection, I had no sentience of it and, at the instant, I could have cared less.

It was as if all the defeat and indigence from the years of being ignored was being pushed out of my consistence with each frantic, frenzied driving force. It wasn't that Sheru hadn't been as good fucking me, but I hadn't been released for him. I was still nervous, provisionary, and self-aware. This time, I came prepared to release myself, to fully give myself to whatever dog was brought to me. There was no dubiousness, care, or wondering about a dog on this visit. I knew there would be a dog. The owner who I was communicating with would have one here for me. I came knowing I was going to fuck a dog. And, I was. Gloriously and with abandon.

The mi was pressing against my opening. Unlike the previous time 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 approach. He stretched me. The small experience I had was sufficient, though, to realise 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 bitch, a slut. But, the communication theory with the man, the owner, something snapped open inside me. Again, something happened, another door opened, and I was going to rush through it. What would hap later, would fall out. Now, though, now I was going to be thoroughly fucked and tied to Balaji, be his gripe. What was happening to me ? How could I care ? At that bit, the slub stretched me enough to pop into my puss, filling me, pressing his tool deeper into my cunt.

The dog pulled back to lb into me, but his movement was constricted. The literal effect, though, was pressing his knot firmly, roughly against that touch inside me and I exploded. My integral body seemed to react. The orgasm shook my limb, my stomach twitched, my toes curled, my cunt clasped around the pecker and knot inside. My scalp tingled and I shivered from my base to my head.

I was no Oklahoman coming down from that explosive sexual climax and I felt his cock spasm and jerk inside me. I pulled away from him as I felt his cum spirt deep inside. I wasn't trying to get away. My consistence, if not my mentality, connected to that berth inside me and the knot inside me. I pulled, jamming my hip joint up, cramming his Calidris canutus against that fleck. I came, again.

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

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

‘ Stay where you are. Let Balaji add up out first. mortal heard you. I will perturb him.'

Oh, no ! But, then I realized. Not only do I have someone providing me dogs, but he is watching over me, too. I struggled to drop off my pantie and denim on. I marveled, again, at the amount of cum that dogs gave. I put my shoes on and stretched my drumhead up to receive a man slowly, curiously, stepping off the path in my direction. I got Balaji to stand and pushed him through the bushes. 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 breathing spell until I expelled it in relief. tragedy avoided. And I started giggling.

CHAPTER FIVE :

All the thrilling experiences and emotional chills of doing them in the Park paled in comparison to the last experience. And, it had minuscule to do with Balaji or Sheru. But, knowing that the man, the possessor of the hotdog, was there, watching and mindful send off my reactions over the top. It wasn't just that I thought he might be around somewhere ; or, that someone might be suspect by my move up the slop ; or, someone might hear something unusual. No, it was all of them … in spade. When I got the text warning me about the man on the path who heard my cry, it scared me to my core. But, as strange as it might sound, it also excited me. That the man, the owner, was on the slope above waiting and observation, fully cognizant and encouraging of me being mounted by his dog, was beyond anything else. The screw was wonderful. The emotional chemical reaction to the mise en scene took my orgasmic reaction to another level.

After that experience, the texting substance became more personal. He was emboldened by my locution of gratitude and my responses to the embolden comment became effusive. He asked me how it felt during the shag by the frump ; 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 contain myself from responding back to him with answers that soon became detailed and expressed the excitement I had felt.

As I shared in some contingent about the feeling of the mile stretching my twat to recruit 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 doubtfulness, not about the act but about my intimate experience. I quickly discerned that he assumed my intimate experience must have been extensive that I was venturing into using unknown dogs. When I confessed that I had been mostly naïve and only accidentally fell into canine tooth activity, he became more intrigued and honed his question deeper into my life. Since we were using texting, this process was time-consuming with abbreviated expressions for description.

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

‘ Are you naked ?'

‘ No.'

‘ Do you have a dildo or vibrator ?'

‘ Yes.'

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

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

After cumming, I lay on the bed with the dildo softly buzzing in my cunt, allowing my orgasmic response to ebb slowly from my organic structure. I described to him in item how it made me feel and how I had used the toy. I told him about taking it out on occasion to press the vibrating head against my engorged clit. I told him how I squeezed, pinched, and twisted my pap while driving the dildo in and out of my boggy cunt-hole. I told him how my stage shivered as I arched my hips into the air at the moment my sexual climax crashed over me, how the electric prickling coursed from my twat to my clitoris, up my stomach to my breast and nipples.

His response indicated how proud of he was with my compliance and my verbal description. He then told me to be in the Park, the Saame seat, at 11:00 AM the future day. I noted, with elation and excitement, he didn't ask me this metre. He told me. I couldn't believe how shake that made me sense. I wasn't seeking, gambling, hoping any yearner. Now, soul was assisting, arranging, conspiring, taking charge. Even by text edition, it was a sinewy influence over me.

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

‘ Are you skilled at sucking rooster ?'

I gulped at the dubiousness. Whose stopcock would I suck ? But, I wasn't. I had never touched a hammer with my tongue or mouth, much less my sass. I told him so.

‘ Then, it is time for you to try it. I think you are the kind of woman who will love having a cock in her mouth to suck.'

My god ! Where is he taking me ? What does he give birth in creative thinker for me ? His content are as if he believes he has ascendancy 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 candidate, the brash laying claim, the candidness of his approach.

I made my way up the incline to my ‘ secret'locating. As I drew nearer to it, I looked up the slope to the place I had seen the man appear last clock time with his dog. At 1st, I was disappointed. I didn't see him or a dog. My god ! The reality of the reaction hit me. I was disappointed that a dog wasn't coming over the ridgeline to have intercourse me ? ! ? But, yes, that was how I felt. Disappointed. Then, I heard a barque and I watched intently. What I saw was a much pocket-size dog bounding over and through the wild pasture and zigging and zagging around minuscule George H.W. Bush. Then, I saw him, the man, the owner, 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 bounder seem to know they are intended for me ? I shake the mentation and refocus on the dog. I now see it is a Fox Terrier, about 15 inches tall compared to the 24 or 25 column inch tall German Shepherd. I wondered why he chose such a small dog this sentence, then remembered his instruction for me to suck cock. Maybe that was the reason. He was providing a modest stopcock since it was my first fourth dimension. I wasn't sure enough how I felt about this man who seemed to manipulate and direct my intimate fundamental interaction. No … I knew how I felt. I felt aroused to the point of possibly soaking my dungaree in the crotch !

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

‘ Don't forget to take in. I thought a little dog might be undecomposed for you the first off 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 cypher watching or near, and stepped into the insert distance protected by bushes and modest Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. The dog followed me and sat at my feet, his tail wagging furiously as he looked up at me. I dropped to my genu and smothered him in hugs and darling. His prat wagged even faster and his spit began to assay bare tegument on my face and blazonry to work out. I giggled. His licks are a reminder of how I am to use my lips and mouth. I shivered. I never felt my husband's cock in my mouth and a dog's cock will be the first.

Although I saw the man with the dog, I find myself checking the collar. It is very similar to the ones worn by Sheru and Balaji. This one has a tag reading, ‘ Jhony ’. I put my backtalk close to his caput and voicelessness,"Jhony, I am very felicitous 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. go on that in intellect, will you ? I've never done it before so I might not do it very well."His tongue swiped my face over my lip and nose. I giggled."Then you can sleep with, okay ?"I didn't expect a reaction, but he licked me, again. I took that as an discernment being established. A girl needs all the understanding she can get sometimes.

I debated. The decision came to me quickly. I sat back and removed my shoes, blue jean, and pantie. I wanted to be set up for him. I patted the basis and managed to get him to lay on his side of meat. I pushed him partially on his back and stroked his belly. He raised his head and looked at me, then my hand as it moved closer to his sheath. Then he put his head back down. I wondered if these wiener had ever experienced a homo female person before. Or, maybe they are just that well trained.

As my fingers grazed along the sides of his sheath, the reddish tip came out. I smiled. It was already obvious how much modest this cock was going to be. It might even be smaller than Prakash's cock. I had to curb a laugh. It now seemed punishing to believe a peter small-scale than his. That might have been awful, but both other dog had cocks that seemed very large in comparison.

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

I licked the tip several times, then took the pointy tip between my brim. I've never done anything like this. I could palpate more of the cock become exposed as I slid my lips down the shaft from the tip. I had a cock in my rima oris ! What was I becoming ? first-class honours degree, letting a dog lick me ; then, letting frump fuck me ; now, taking dog cock into my back talk. I slipped a hand between my stage. I was shocked at how wet I was. It was leaking out of my twat. It was then that I realized I was mouthing this petty 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 than of that liquidness came from the tip into my mouth. Soon I had enough to swallow. I sucked harder. I wanted more. I slid my mouth down the length of the endanger cock until I felt the fur of the sheath on my lip. There was about four inches of putz in my back talk. I giggled, again. I had four inches of cock in my lip and I was going to fuck it, too.

As soon as the mentation passed through my mind, I knew I had to do it. I sat back on my heels, petting the dog. He raised his point to evaluate me, sensing something unlike was about to bump. I turned on my knees and dropped to my hired hand and started patting my ass to advance him to mount. By this point, I was assuming all the man's andiron were fellow with fucking if only with dog-bitches. Maybe I was their alone human-bitch. I needed to know. I would ask him. A queer notion 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 other two click before him, his snoot went first to my ass. His natural language lapped at my ass. I spread my knees further opening a wider infinite between my thighs and I was rewarded with his knife sliding over my disclose bitch from my clit to my asshole. His tongue seemed to hit my button more regularly than I remembered of the others in this position and it may take in had to do with his shorter tiptop and better angle, at to the lowest degree better from my perspective.

I patted my ass to get him mount me. He jumped up, his rear wooden leg churning to gain my back and I realized my ass was too high for him. I squatted down a footling and he got on top of me, his hip thrusting at me, probing with his stopcock for my cunt-hole. It slid inside before my hired hand got back to assist him and I gasped. Even much dilutant than the early cad, it was still a right stopcock 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 minuscule cock from a dog took my breathing space away. Its importunity and energy immediately applied by the dog as it enters and increase hold, driving deep in the number 1 few thrusts.

This time, though, the cock, which was beginning to give me surprising pleasure pulled out. Like Sheru the number one fourth dimension, he walked around me frustrated. I lowered my ass further to the earth and encouraged him with both pets and verbal cooing. He came to my ass, again, taking my back quicker and gentle with my ass lower and jab at my soundbox. I slipped my hand between my stage to assist him but got the surprise of my life before I found his peter with my hand. His cock, coated with my slit juice, hit my arse on one knife thrust and entered on the bit. I cried out, never having ever been penetrated there before. The first thrusting teased my cockle hole with the tip parting my sphincter, the indorsement followed immediately by forcing it to open wider so the end of the cock was just inside. I gasped and gulped my breathing space at the sensation of being penetrated there, wanting my body to accept or reject the intrusion. My body didn't have lots to say about it, though. The dog, being a dog, followed the initial partial insight with an additional quick stutter of the thrust, driving the plant cock deep into my anal passage.

I cried out, again. Now, it was more than just the tip inside me. Now, some of the fatty persona of the prick had spread the sphincter wider, opening my transit for complete penetration. But, it hurt. That character of my body wasn't used to the penetration and stretching. I wanted my body to have clip to adjust, but I felt the dog twist back slightly for another jab as he also adjusted his clasp around my shank, holding me tighter and aligning himself to go into full phase of the moon ass mood. I reach back in the hopes of holding him unfaltering for just a few minute of arc, but my response was too slow. He thrust back into me and followed it with a stream of rapid-fire humping. It didn't seem to annoy him that he was in the wrong hole.

I dropped my head and chest to the priming coat, resting my forehead on my turn up forearms, my ass sticking up in the air with the Terrier perched precariously, his put up feet barely having enough traction to maintain his mighty nooky. God, even a small dog fucks like a maniac !

He was now in fully mode of dog fucking. After my determine and very late experience, I already knew what that was. It was a ride that had to be experienced and not explained and each prison term I had experienced it I was thrilled by it. He pulled and thrust his hammer out and into my ass as if he were fucking my puss. After the initial discomfort that followed the initial sharp painful sensation, I loved what I was experiencing. In my mind, it flashed before me that I now had two holes for fucking. Then, a smile took over my face as I braced myself for the continuing bombardment. No, not two holes. I had now sucked my first tool, too. I now had three hollow for cock.

zero outside of the dog and the new adept emanating from my anal musical passage was reaching my conscious judgement. The but matter in the universe at the second was the dog's cock in my ass. So, I was very aware when I felt the bump of something outside my asshole, something bombastic pressing to enter. The greyback. Could my ass also take a knot ? I wouldn't have thought it could engage a peter, but here I am actually enjoying it.

The slub pressed at my first step and for a moment my mind wasn't sure what it wanted to do about that, as if it had a lot to say about it at such a consequence of uttermost excitement and arousal. While the head was carrying on a confused argumentation with itself, the body was already in activeness. It pressed back against the pressure being applied to it, the sphincter slowly but steadily spreading with the constant and exigent press. The knot was probably small compared to the other two Canis familiaris, but it might birth been the breadth of their larger tool so when it stretched me to the point of almost entering, I felt like I would be charge and I couldn't think of a high-risk place to be torn. The second reaction was flinching away from it, but it was too recent and the dog was too driven. He had his legs wrapped around me and his forte and determination to mate surprised me. He pulled me back to him as he pressed himself to me and the grayback plunged into my passage. I cried out, again.

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

I felt his cock and knot grow in every way inside me. The fit was so miserly I could experience everything as his abbreviated stroke continued, his pre-cum leaked, and his shaft grew in anticipation of pending culmination. I could find he was close to cumming and I desperately wanted to share it with him. The whiz of anal retentive fucking was unlike with less direct stimulation to the base erogenous zona. I slipped a hand underneath, my finger's breadth going to my clit and cunt. The finger alternated between strumming the clitoris and plunging into my cunt. The fingers actually pressed up and felt the turncock and gnarl in my ass through the thin tissue layer dividing the chambers.

When I felt his cock jerk and cramp against the bulwark, I joined him. My orgasm was convulsing and I was sure part of it was the despicableness of the experience. I was not only fucked by a dog ; I was fucked by a dog in my ass. It felt so terrible, so al-Qa'ida, so slutty, so grime. I felt completely owned, used, and dominated by this dog, the smallest of my brief experience.

We were securely tied. Once my sexual climax ebbed, my psyche returned to take in charge and immediately, quietly, internally, swore a terrible blue-streak at my body for getting us into this tidy sum. I was completely defencelessly and vulnerable. The dog had turned so we were ass-to-ass and frequently pulled to free itself, but we were very securely joined. When many transactions passed and nothing 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 tension wasn't helping to release the knot.

I had no estimation how long the mile might bandage us together. This was a smaller dog, but the burl was in my ass, which was so a great deal loaded and constricting. As the dog pulled on the tie, I could feel the sphincter securely closed in front line of the Ball inside me. I reached behind to stroke the dog to essay to still him. As he fought to disengage, I could feel his prick sliding board inside me and I assumed his efforts were just exciting him further.

My effort to relax my own consistence, though, failed completely and abruptly when outside my lilliputian enclosure of brush, I heard the low vocalization of people too unaired to be on the pathway below. I held my hint to hear more intently as if that would help. The dog behind must have heard the sounds, too, because he suddenly became more agitate, pulling with more aim, his paws fighting the undercoat to pull in 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 frightened. The exposure of being outside was part of the thrill, heightening all the other notion. This was too ending, though. This was too very much like feeling the inevitability of being caught at what I was doing. This was too a good deal like seeing the end of my secure life as I knew it. I desperately stroked and soothed the dog. He calmed some with my care, standing with this rear end against mine as I went to just my knee joint, straightening my physical structure to caress his body.

Suddenly, the the great unwashed outside disappeared, 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 citizenry resumed their walking and their voices became very close. They couldn't have been more than 20 feet away from where I was knotted to the dog. Then it became quieter, but I could still hear the voices fade away. They seemed to make turned their direction to the ridge above where I was. Then, it was calm down around me, again.

I collapsed the solid ground still tied to the dog. My nitty-gritty was racing so intemperately it was like I had just completed a series of curve sprint. My fear brought on from danger was broken and my focus moved to collecting myself, my profligate insistency, my breathing …

In the relaxing manner I put myself in, I must induce been able to slow down Sir Thomas More than I imagined as the dog pulled mightily and the knot stretched my ass and popped out. I then allowed my stallion dead body to give to the primer coat. I was lying in the wild forage and dirt, my tee shirt pushed up against my boob, more than half of my body nakedly pressed in turd, grass, twigs, and leaves.

My heart burst into a race, again, when the dog seemed to irrupt through the brush next to me. I could find out him bark as he ran. The bark were the sort that sounded like a salutation. Then, I heard the whistle of its proprietor. And, the strait faded away.

CHAPTER SIX :

I needed a day to relax after that last experience. Even Prakash noticed a alteration in me. fountainhead, sort of. What he noticed was that I was distracted and less reactive to his inane banter about his study. That man, if he only understood anything about me …

Instead of making me feel that I had not attended to him properly, though, his response to me spurred me to evaluate and sympathize what had happened in the Park. I was singular about some look of what happened. A meter before he had warned me that a man on the route was stopped and listening. This time, though, when a group of people 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 assist me so I didn't think he would abandon that and leave. Even if he wasn't seeing the actual act, he would desire to be nearby.

After Prakash left for workplace on the morning of the mo day, I resumed communication with the man. I opened the phone while walking to the large window in the living way so I could peer over the other construction to the eastward and see the Park in the distance. 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 knowledgeable information and my loose, trusting compliancy with his marriage offer, the term ‘ Sir'had slipped into my references to him. I didn't even use that to Prakash. I put the phone down on a table, quickly removing my churidar kurta I had selected for the day since I was going grocery shopping in the dawning. I resumed my attitude in front line of the window, not because he requested it, he didn't, but because it returned the touch sensation of photo and risk, even if it now seemed much less risky that thing I had been doing.

The texts went back and Forth River with some occasional delay on his end. I felt he was distracted by activities on his end, but he made no suggestion of me waiting until later. I apologized for interrupting him, but he insisted it was fine if I didn't mind some gap in the schoolbook. I asked him about the radical of multitude and no warning from him.

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

There was a pause. I really didn't want to reply to that. I felt like he let me down. I thought what he was doing was also providing some funding, watchfulness. As a result, I had begun letting my safety down to enjoy the a****ls. I was thinking I could trust him. So, I waited.

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

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

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

‘ True.'

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

‘ I was knotted. I was completely helpless. Even more, Jhony's putz slipped into my ass, not my cunt. I had no theme how longsighted it might carry for him to pull in out of my crocked ass. I had to care about keeping Jhony quiet and calmness so the multitude wouldn't get wind our struggle of being tied.'

‘ But … how did it all sense ?'

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

‘ It felt amazing ! If it had been one of the bigger dogs in my cunt, I probably would receive 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 thing is exciting. I am not a young man. I have been alone for quite some meter. You are allowing me to feel things I have not for a very retentive time.'

Another pause. I gave him time. There was Thomas More he was working out, I could sense it.

‘ May I think of early things for you ?'

I didn't pause. ‘ YES ! Yes, Sir.'

‘ Will you tell me just your first epithet ?'

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

‘ I am please you were excited. I am sorry about the scared character, but that is division of what excites you. Yes, you can believe me. I don't want to smart you or compromise you. You are limited. I can help you achieve what you desire. What is your name ?'

I didn't hesitate further, ‘ Deepti. My low gear epithet is Deepti.'

‘ Ahhh … luster, refulgency, radiance. Has that fit you in your life ?'

‘ No, not until lately maybe.'

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

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

‘ I don't know what the answer to that is, Sir. I have to manage my appearance around him, I think. Anything he notices might be explained by my hike in the Park, an improvement in my physical being ?'He agreed that would be effective. ‘ Sir, I am curious about the dogs. You said they are stud firedog, have they been with other women before, too ?'

I heard him chortle at the query. ‘ Why do you ask that, Deepti ? Say it plainly, pricey. Tell me why you ask.'

He suspected my reasonableness, I could palpate it. Oh God, could I really admit such a thing ? He didn't break in the germinate quiet. He was very skilled in patience, making me sense the restiveness of silence.

‘ I am wondering if I am their first and only woman to fuck. Am I their solely human-bitch ?'He didn't respond. to a greater extent silence. I asked the query, but he knew there was Thomas More emotion, desire behind it that I hadn't yet admitted. I gulped in air and plunged ahead, ‘ Sir, am I their only woman-bitch ? It would be so energise to be their lone woman-bitch. The thinking of being their bitch has become very exciting.'

I could find out the delight in his vox when he finally responded. ‘ Yes, my dear, you are their only woman-bitch, as you call it. You are their squawk. You like being their bitch, don't you ?'I said, yes. ‘ You like the estimate more than human being sex. You would rather be fucked by the pawl than by men. Dogs satisfy you in a way you don't think men ever could. You would choose more risks, 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 dissimilar for me to have after the scare in the Park. I had quickly given him my approving. I had quickly pronounced my desire to be a gripe for his dogs. I had even let shift that my desire for the experiences was pushing me to do whatever he wanted me to do. I felt like I was somehow sitting on a wild rocket ride, I was blasting into new realms of experience and unknown opportunities. It was scary, but it was exhilarating.

While he was probably devising something different, though, I enjoyed a distich more trips to the common. One with Sheru and the other with Balaji. As sweet and cute Jhony was, I did choose the larger dick and air mile of the other two dogs. The experience of being knotted in the ass, though, never left me and I knew I would want to know that, again.

He was putting himself more and more in charge of these meeting. On mean solar day when we didn't have something arranged for the Park, he might text me at some full stop during the day and generate me an instruction. I was free to do it or not, he had no forcible control 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 nipples. other times, it might be standing naked in front line of the big window while I used the dildo in my cunt until I orgasmed. That would take many minutes and sometimes I found myself deliberately extending the exposition, wondering the entire time if somebody might be in a building somewhere to the due east with opera glasses or telescope. The sentiment made it even more exciting and that, of course, was the objective.

He also changed how I was to dress on the arranged excursion. From now on, he said in a text, I was to only tire saree. He didn't want to see me in jeans and tee-shirts, anymore. If he did, he would not let go of the dog. That threat did exercise some control over me, but it was unneeded, I would stimulate complied, anyway. He was very specific about my dressing. Not only was it to be only a saree with a form-fitting top, but there would be no underclothing and no half-slip. Additionally, when I was with the blackguard, I was to also take my top. Those next time when I fucked the frump, I was completely nude in the Park. As the Canis familiaris pounded me from behind and I was on my hands and knee, I marveled at how my titty swung beneath me when they were disengage to go. It was thrilling to imagine someone seeing them moving like that.

The new requirement for dressing added a big psychological consequence, too. Not only being completely naked but getting dressed again would be slow. There would be no way of getting dressed quickly if someone should poke. Wrapping a saree takes mo, anywhere from 7 to 10 arcminute depending on precondition and how elaborate the dr****g is. And, without a petticoat to make the rapier into, it would be slightly different using the belt. If something happened, I wasn't going to be able to get curry quickly, anymore. That wasn't a subtle alteration and it was quite dramatic.

The get-go sentence with Sheru with the saree went just very well. I got there and Sheru came down. I waved to the man and he waved back. Although I heard people on the course, they remained on the track and there was no latent hostility. The s time was with Balaji and it went the same way right up until the end, then I almost died.

The day was almost perfect. One of those days that don't seem actual in a big, over-populated, industrial environment like Mumbai. The skies were clear, the piece of cake was gentle off the sea, and a low battlefront had sucked away much of the humidity. After Balaji pulled his wonderful naut mi from my cum filled cunt, I lay on the ground satisfied and fulfilled. The dog came to my scatter leg and lapped at my leaking cunt causing me to moan and suspire with foster expiation and pleasance. I sat up to pet him in thanks when we both heard the man tin whistle. Balaji turned to run from the pubic hair and his paw caught the fabric of my saree. By the clip I saw my saree leaving the bushes attached to the dog, I had two meters of material to grab before it was all gone. My reaction, though, right after an coming was slack. I had to leap through the bushes after the dog, landing with my upper half outside the President George W. Bush to grab the end of the 5-meter length of cloth. The man must bear recognized what was happening and yelled for the dog to stop. I pulled on the fabric and dislodged the material, crawling back into the Bush and pulling the material in behind me.

I stood to enwrap the saree around me when I heard articulation of concern on the path below. I heard the man coming down from the slope reassuring the people that everything was alright, he had just lost the location of the dog. When they questioned what the dog had been pulling, he quickly made up a story of the sun reflecting off the waving grass, despite almost no breeze. It bought me sufficiency clock time to get dressed. I exited the George W. Bush in the opposite direction and circled around. Another closing curtain yell, but very exciting. As I walked passed the hoi polloi, I could feel the dog cum still leaking from my cunt.

Then, his following musical theme for me came. He said he had an idea I was sure to find very thrilling, titillating, and very exhibitionistic. He asked if I trusted him enough to have his number one wood pick me up from any emplacement I desired. He assured me he would protect my identity and that his number one wood was really his personal and professional assistant. I told him I would be waiting at the Confederacy end of the Sunder Nagar Garden. He told me the color and make of the car, the driver's name, and other contingent to assure myself of the correct car.

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

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

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

"Swapnil Kolte, ma'am."He reached into the passenger hindquarters next to him and handed out a mask that would cover my middle and nozzle. I smiled, though he couldn't see it, and nodded. He exited the car and held the back door open for me. I put on the masquerade and slid into the back seat. I had no idea where we were going or what was awaiting me. I was anticipating a new localisation and another dog, though he never indicated so.

I started asking Swapnil doubt about our destination, but he interrupted me. He punched some button on the dash and I heard the resonance of a phone on talker. When it was answered on the other end, I was to listen the voice of the man for the first gear 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 secure if you know more than about me than I know about you. I have a number of businesses in the Bombay area and you are headed to a outside component part of one of those holding with Swapnil. I am actually semi-retired, which has allowed me the time to be so synergistic with you. I am 62-years-old and widowed, I may have mentioned that already."There was a interruption and some dampen conversation in the backdrop as though he was having a tell conversation."Sorry, honey. I needed to take up 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 draw near future. How are you feeling about this, Deepti ? Do you have the masquerade on ?"

"Yes, Sir. Thank you."

"Not at all, dear. My desire to facilitate you go through what you crave. I think that is an concern 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 safe word 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 positioning is remote, sequester, but visible. I know that sounds contradictory, but it is honest and it is important for the experience I have planned for you. will you confide 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 instructions ?"

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

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

I didn't get quite as much information as I was hoping for. I was wearing a mask to protect my lineament, but Swapnil wasn't. He was in his former 20's, average height and build. He appeared acrobatic and surefooted, though he was deferential to Mr. Iyer. Swapnil had abruptly sinister hairsbreadth that was somewhat unrulily. He wore glasses that were ordinary, not too stylish. He had a mustache and whiskers that was either new and growing out or he was having problem growing it. Several fourth dimension as Mr. Iyer talked, I caught his heart in the rearview mirror and was struck by the sparkle in them. His smile was wide and genuine. He looked like someone I wouldn't mind expenditure clock time with.

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

"Deepti, this is when you begin to show you really trust me. I want you to move into the center of the plump for seat, then quickly unwrap your saree and remove your top."My lip dropped and I stared at the location on the dash where his spokesperson came from."Swapnil, what was her reaction ?"

"She might be in shock, Sir."

He laughed on the other end."I thought as a good deal. Deepti, we have been very careful to hide your individuality. You wanted new, corking 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 placement numerous clip to unwrap the 5 time of cloth. Then, I looked into the rearview mirror, saw Swapnil glancing from the road to me and back to the route. I closed my eyes and removed the top. I was sitting in the middle of the back seat of a car I had never been in before and driven by a man I had never met before. I saw the elevator car passing us and us passing them. We were approaching a slower truck and I closed my eyes. I knew he could appear good down into the car for a very good vista of me if he happened to face. I kept my eyes closed, but when I heard a truck honk next to me, I knew he happened to await and saw something he never expected.

Still reeling from what I was showing to truck driver we were passing on a regular ground on the heavily move around highway, I almost missed the next scuttlebutt from Mr. Iyer.

"honey, now slide your coffin nail to the bound of the ass and spread your legs wide."

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

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

"Simply beautiful, Sir. I love the feel of her slit. The lips are parted and the privileged lip clearly show. The lip and her pussy exposed inside are glistening with her juices."His optic showed his grinning had increased. I hadn't realized my workforce had moved down my body to my cunt. When I did realise it, I pulled them back, my entire body flushing deeper than it already had been. Just then, there was another honk from a truck driver. I closed my eyes."Sir, she is a intimate goddess, I think. Her fingers moved to her slit, but when she realized it, she pulled them away."

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

"A sexual goddess. You may truly be objurgate about that, Swapnil. Deepti, until you arrive at the goal, I want you to actively and intentionally masturbate with your fingers. If you can, I want you to orgasm. Use your twat, clit, and nipples. Do whatever it takes. Let those truckers 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 educational activity without needing me to command them. The feeling was incredible. The conversation about my consistence, really only my cunt, caused me to feel so sexual, wanton, foundation, obscene, and objectified. Those might not ordinarily be capital things to feel about yourself, but I knew my bitch was spread wide undefended and leaking my secernment freely. I knew my pap were erect and prominent, too. My digit opened my hole wider for Swapnil, then my eyes rose to the mirror and we made eye touch. I smiled at him, my rim parting with my spit licking them. I felt obscene. It was so thrilling with my exposure to Swapnil, the truckers honking alongside us, and my finger's breadth gliding in and out of my cunt. My orgasm came as the car turned off the Expressway.

The car was turned onto a groove road, which caused me to sit straighter to see where we were. As I did, the car rolled to a catch in strawman of a improbable chain-link fence and locked gate. Swapnil got out, unlocked the gate, drove the car through, then closed and relocked the logic gate. He then drove into what looked like deserted, fresh property. The car bounced over two sets of railway line 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 long fourth dimension for you, so enjoy."And, he was gone. I wanted to dissent. I had agreed to follow all of his instructions because I thought there would be a dog here for me to savour. 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 rearward doorway. Clearly, he expected me to exit the car defenseless. As I did, I surveyed the area around the car. Besides the railroad tracks nearby, the Western Expressway roared with traffic on a long nosepiece nearby and above. I could clearly see passenger in cars and trucks on the bridge 10 or 15 meters above us. In presence of the car was an expansive water system scheme, which caused the pauperization for the bridgework in summation to the railway caterpillar tread. On the other side of the weewee people working, some of them in the water. Swapnil saw where my eyes were and commented that it was an experimental rice-patty. The multitude were nigh plenty that I could tell which were men and which were char by their attire and movement. It seemed everywhere I looked, there was some potential for being seen. And, Swapnil walked me naked to the edge of the urine. I was nervous but he instructed me to keep my hands at my side of meat. He put me in a specific counseling and I could see that I was exposed to both the bridge deck and the rice prole at the Saami time.

He walked me back to the car, stopping me alongside it on the side of meat closest to the railroad tracks. He reached inside the car and withdrew another mask, this one Joseph Black, and placed it over his pep pill face. He was wearing nice slacks and a buttoned long-sleeve shirt open at the neck opening, so when he unbuckled the belt on his slacks, I quickly knew what was expected, though I had never done it for a man. I knelt on the grime ground in front of him, loosened the morass and draw it and his underwear down to his human knee. I was still uncertain why he was also wearing a mask now since I had already seen his face. But, when I saw his dick under his clothes, I discarded any concerns about the mask. His hitch, uncircumcised cock was the size of it of my husband's hard one. It hung in front man of me and my psyche and eyes had no other circumstance than experiencing it, touching it, feeling it on backtalk and in my mouth.

I had been given the experience of sucking pecker with the dogs. Now, I was going to receive sucking man-cock, as well. And, it wasn't my fool husband. Mr. Iyer was turn over and intentional in providing me with varied experiences, as he promised. My letdown at not having a dog was replaced with the consideration of new experiences. Clearly, Mr. Iyer didn't concern himself as a great deal with my blessing or acceptance beforehand as practically my following his direction. That recognition that he was taking control was mollified by the recognition that my chemical reaction to him was to abide by with whatever he directed.

My hand seemed to travel out on its own until it grasped the cock. I looked up at Swapnil and found him watching me intently. He had positioned me very deliberately and that seemed peculiar in the back of my intellect, but I was so focused on the turncock in front of me I didn't put much thought into why. I leaned forward and licked the underside of his prick. I could feel it propel just from that simple action. I lifted it and licked along the length of it. When I reached the top, I pulled the prepuce back to expose the head, opened my mouth and took it inside, sucking on the head, swirling my tongue over it. I did this legal action repeatedly, licking the distance, exposing the capitulum and taking it into my mouth. Soon, the reaction from my efforts gave me the declamatory prick I had ever seen. The head was pushed out from the prepuce, exposed and cook for me. I thought the dogs'peter were big and they were compared to Prakash, but they weren't as big as Swapnil's. I wrapped one hand around the base and saw it was only covering about half the length. I looked up and smiled, again. What would it be like to know something like this ?

Then, the doubts about what was happening flashed into my judgement. I was a married woman. I had a husband. Part of that marriage was supposed to be a commitment of loyalty and faithfulness. I had rationalized my way through each new stair : the onanism was self-pleasure ; the toys were still self-pleasure ; the hound were not human so they didn't enumeration. But, now this was a man I was enjoying. By doing this, I couldn't rationalize it away. I was being disloyal and treasonable to my vows of matrimony and my husband. But, I had had these same view before, even before I knew what this experience might be. I had considered the possibility that this might someday be presented as an opportunity. It was a innate progression, after all. In the poise import of circumstance and analysis, I knew I would assume the opportunity to again experience a man's putz that wasn't my husband's. I understood that taking that step, that opportunity, might add extra frustration into the marriage, but the itinerary I had set myself on had produced that whether I took this additional footprint or not.

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

With that decision and credence, I became businesslike in my efforts of pleasuring and experiencing the punishing cock in my hand and capitulum in my mouth. All Mr. Iyer said was that I would birth 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 sassing and I was determined to take aim 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 captive on the cock in my sassing I wasn't aware of a significant noise approach. Then, the haphazardness was unmistakable. We were near the repeat tracks and it became obvious now why Swapnil had been heedful in positioning us. The commuter string was approaching from in forepart of me slightly to the left. It was approaching so anyone looking would see the back of a partially dressed man, but clearly, see a naked cleaning woman on her stifle sucking the man's cock.

I reacted to what was about to fall out by shifting while the rooster was still in my back talk, but Swapnil kept me in place. I looked up at him just as the train engine flashed by with the twelve or so rider machine behind it. I shook with frayed brass, knowing that everyone on this incline of the auto had a perfect sight of me. This was why Swapnil had also put a partial derivative mask over his eyes.

After the train passed, he put a finger's breadth under my chin and lifted it up. The natural process brought my eyes up, but also my back talk off his putz. He was smiling.

"Was that exciting ?"

"My God, yes ! My fear has been to be seen, that something tremendous would go on as a upshot. I was very definitely seen naked and sucking a man's peter who wasn't my husband, but nobody would be capable in that twinkling of imagination to jazz who I was."I looked at my munition."I'm still shaking."

"trade 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 jazz me, too. He helped me up and I walked on unaccented and trembling legs to the car and was leaned over the cowling. He came up behind me and tapped my fundament on the interior to promote more than separation. I knew there was no result with my cunt being fix, I could feel the moisture. After the early sexual climax, sucking man-cock for the showtime sentence ( and a expectant one ), and being surprised to be exposed to a commuter train, I was ready for anything, physically and emotionally.

He placed his rooster at my cunt, rubbing the principal up and down along the length of my lip, he found my trap and pressed in. I gasped at the feel of his tumid cock head, so different than the tapered hammer of the dogs. I moaned at the feel of it as he pressed his turncock deeper into me, pulling out a few inch and pressing back in boost until I felt his hips against my bare butt. I felt filled with turncock. It was more than I could have imagined. The knot is filling, but this was filling for the entire duration and it was blowing my nous as he quickly settled into a smoothen rhythm of fucking.

My head was on my forearms, he was now pounding into me with more force. My mamilla were squashed into the bonnet of the car, still a little warm from the private road here. It was pleasant-tasting 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 make ?"

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

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

As the engine flashed by and the passenger gondola after it, the noise was deafening and drowned out my cry of pleasure and ecstasy as my coming crashed over me. When my body calmed some, Swapnil was still fucking me. I sensed some urgency to his fucking so I pressed back against him as he thrust into me, matching his motion with mine and compounding the energy of the fucking. My nipples felt like they were on fire, erect and pressed into the affectionate metal of the car, the fucking making my mamilla rub over the open. I slipped a hand between my consistence and the car, rubbing my clit as the pecker inside me pounded into me with ever new military force and intent. As I felt his rooster erupt, spewing his cum into me, I spasmed around his cock, another orgasm taking delay of my body.

CHAPTER septet :

After the adventure with Swapnil, Mr. Iyer and I dispensed with the use of texting and accepted talking with the Lapplander phones. He continued to card me with fiddling challenges around the apartment and neighborhood. In the apartment, I would put the earpiece 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 gambling and I had the feeling he was nervous about what my response might be after that experience. I assured him that despite my initial disappointment about not having a dog, I was fine with everything that had happened and desired more. I was intrigued by what his judgment had come up with both in the commons and the recent experience. I finally was able to convince him I was anxious to experience more of whatever he devised.

One day, he had me standing in front of the mirror using cartridge holder 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 cunt lips. He then expressed his regret that he couldn't see what it looked like. I asked him for patience and awkwardly walked to the water closet to retrieve the television camera. It had a timer function, which I set and placed on the vanity next to the mirror. I quickly turned toward the camera and I heard the click. I checked the image and took a couplet more, adjusting the angle. I took the camera to the information processing system, downloaded it, then uploaded the look-alike to the phone. I sent him a text with two of the images, one was a closeup of the clipping on my cunt backtalk and clitoris. He was delighted, which made me pleased.

Later, I took the images off the estimator, transferring the relief to the phone. As I busied myself with that undertaking, it occurred to me how happy and live up to 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 living, even remotely, that appreciated my efforts to satisfy him. A man I didn't really bed very well was giving me a sense of satisfaction and achievement my own married man didn't seem up to of giving me.

Another time, he asked me to lubricate the handle to my hairbrush and piece of work it into my ass. How raunchy. But, I did it and eagerly. No affair the petition, I felt a unattackable and compelling desire to fill out it for him. If I could, I would get a picture as I did with the brush sticking out of my ass.

I started taking photos of myself to institutionalize to him. It might just be a selfie in the mirror or a clock photo in some pose. I took a picture 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 hint for an experience with the car. I would be picked up at the same location, I should fag out the same outfit, and expect the use of the masque, again. I asked, but he would give no foster details. He did not look to be someone who was satisfied with duplicating the Same experience twice in a row. Even in the Park, he used different hot dog or unlike teasing. I didn't think the two times in the car would be a duplicate, either. He was going to bring home the bacon something dissimilar and the mystery of that heightened the anticipation for me. I was sure this time would somehow admit a dog.

The car tripper followed the same convention as the first clip. I was a small frustrated to find the car only had Swapnil driving. I had speculated that the something unlike this time might cause been the participation and attendance of Mr. Iyer. Not that there was anything about Swapnil that could get any disappointment.

I was given the mask, which I put on as I seated myself into the back seat. As we approached the entrance to the Western freeway, I caught Swapnil's eyes in the rearview mirror and he simply nodded. That seemed like a lot to assume from one previous meeting, but I was anticipating the same instruction to absent my sari and top. I smiled at him, leaned forward to pull the end of the sari from my shoulder joint, then pulled the top up and over my head. Without a bra, I was now naked from the waist up. I caught him adjusting the mirror and smiled at him, less embarrassed this sentence than I had been the late time.

I thought about how to more easily remove the saree in the rachis seat of a moving car since the struggles of last time. I shifted to my knees on the edge of the stake arse with my rear end toward the movement and pulling the penetrate edges above my stifle. I then was able-bodied to pull the tuck from the rap around my waistline and bring out the saree fabric from me. I piled the fabric against the give side of the rump, the passenger side, and fell back into place in the middle of the stern. I opened my branch wide to his gaze as he adjusted the mirror a little Sir Thomas More to see further down.

I giggled,"Like this, Sir ?"

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

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

A voice intruded from the flair of the car. Unknown to me, the Bluetooth had been activated."You are decline, my dearest. Swapnil is far from a weak servant. Although he does serve up me, he is most importantly my most bank, and sometimes argumentative, professional person advisor."

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

"You will have to hold off, my dear. We wouldn't want to destroy the surprise. But, are you masturbating for Swapnil, Deepti ?"

I blushed and dropped my hands between my thigh."Sorry, Sir."

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

There was a chortle from the dah verbalizer,"I believe she uses the term ‘ puss ’."I blushed stronger as Swapnil's eye held mine for a moment. With all the chatter about me and my cunt, I didn't achieve an orgasm this fourth dimension, 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 roads, I sat up in expectancy of our name and address. We were indeed approaching the same remote control area with the train caterpillar track. I noted by the clock on the dash that the timing was very interchangeable to the former time.

After opening the gate, driving through, reclosing the logic gate, and stopping the car in nearly the exact spot as hold out time, I accepted Swapnil hand as an help in getting out of the backward seat. I looked across the water to see multitude working in the test rice paddies. The bridge was still roaring with traffic and the gearing tracks lay before us as if a reminder of what they could transport at any moment.

Swapnil came up behind me, slipped his blazonry around my waist, and I leaned back into him. The last fourth dimension it was all about the intimate act, there was picayune conciliate ghost. This felt good. I knew very well I was going to be sucking and fucking him, again. Doing it all in public and exposed to those who might happen to see even if from too far a distance for recognition or too quickly passed for recognition. But, still, I was in this man's arms, his custody slowly and gently moving over my au naturel front, one hand down toward my crotch but not quite reaching, the early cupping my tit before taking the nipple between his finger and thumb. He squeezed the nipple and I mewed softly. He bent over so his other hired man could reach down into my crotch, a finger slipping between the protruding lips. He raised the finger's breadth up to my mouthpiece and I sucked my own juices off his finger's breadth. I turned my expression up to him and we kissed.

I turned in his arms and his hand caressed my back to my butt. We continued to osculate and he picked me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. He walked me to the bonnet of the car effortlessly and set my stub down on the warm metal. He laid me back across the bonnet and kissed from my rim to my pharynx, to my pectus and boob. He spent minutes kissing and sucking my tits and pap. My back arched at the attention I had never before experienced. A man was loving my body !

When his kisses left my nipples and descending down my tum, I sighed, then sucked in a mysterious breath as it occurred to me what he might be leading to. As his sass and tongue steadily descended over my abdomen and pubic mound to the top of my cunt and clitoris, I moaned so loud I thought it might draw attention from the workers except for the roar of the traffic above. He slid his hands underneath my stifle and raised them up, then pushed them apart. I raised my read/write head in perfect shock at what he was doing. His mouth was covering my dripping cunt, his tongue acting inside and out, flicking at my ingurgitate clit, then covering that clit with his sassing 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 grand, too heavenly to want it to arrest. His tongue stiffened and pressed into my cunt. God ! How … how does he do that ? Men do this ? I want a man like this.

There was an emptiness. One moment, my cunt was covered by warm up and attentive pleasuring and the next moment, it was gone. Emptiness and longing took its position. I opened my eyes, unfocussed and directionless.

"Is she ready, Swapnil ?"

I looked between my luxate second joint to see an older man standing alongside Swapnil whose eyes reflected lusty desire and eagerness."Sir, I think she is always ready. The moment I touched her she was soaking wet."

I took it this was Mr. Iyer. Venkat Iyer looked every bit the successful businessman he claimed to be, but the deference and consideration Swapnil showed him was an even bigger indicator to me than his appearing. He had a kindly, aristocratical, fatherly face. He looked to be in his early 60's and stood a few inch taller than Swapnil. He carried his weight well, but it was evident that a living of business and office had added some pounds to his build. His hair was quite grey and receding. He combed it neatly to his right English. A pocket-sized mustache was below his nose. He wore wire-framed glasses. Like Swapnil, he wore impudent slacks and buttoned shirt open at the neck.

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

They had shifted emplacement so Mr. Iyer was now standing directly in straw man of my splayed second joint, but a couple time from me. I was getting embarrassed by my photograph to them and started allowing my thighs to close, but Mr. Iyer reacted quickly.

"No, dear, please. Please, remain just as you are."Despite my increasing blush and overplus, I reopened my thighs as fully as before. My eyes met his, at to the lowest degree the moments when his eyes left his subject field of my twat and body to glance at my typeface. He was unabashedly gazing at my unfastened bitch and occasionally at my nipple and the relaxation of my body.

"I don't know if I have enjoyed a woman so much as she."He looked into my eyes."Perhaps it is her maturity. She has a very body, doesn't she ? Her bender as enticing. I think you are correct, Swapnil, a sexual goddess seems appropriate with a short encouragement."

He came up between my ramification, bent over and kissed my cunt. I shivered and moaned. There was something about this well-heeled, successful, and attractive man who had been so unashamed about gazing upon my openly exposed physical structure and then moving up to me and kissing the part of me that seemed to hold his tending, the most individual part of a woman.

He put his paw out to me. I took them and he assisted me down from the poke bonnet of the car. He pulled me into his weapon and whispered into my ear,"Thank you, dear Deepti. I am dingy if that might receive embarrassed you, but you are so lovely."He put me at arm's length and looked down my organic structure, again."I truly do enjoy a more mature woman."He held my oculus."You've been very receptive to everything present tense to you, so far. Are you make for more ?"

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

"I am gladiolus to try that."During this time, Swapnil had disappeared behind the car and was removing two blockheaded blankets and spreading them on some nearby tall grass. Mr. Iyer saw where my eyes were watching."Yes, my dear. Have you ever been fucked three times in one school term, Deepti ? Would you like to be ?"

My mouth dropped open, then formed into a full smile. I demurely looked at him,"Sir, as I have told you before until all this started, I was only fucked by one man and that turned out to be very unsatisfactorily. Everything you have offered me has been amazing and satisfied me, but each has left me with an increased craving for what else was possible."I paused and placed the side of my boldness against his pectus."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 head to affiance his heart, unaware that Swapnil had completed the arrangement of the mantle and was watching and listening to our exchange."Sir, I feel I am at a precipice in my life. My life has been unsatisfying and frustrating, but it was the life I had. You've shown me things, made me sense things, so many things, that are beyond my ability to express. The simple desires I felt born from my frustrations to get matured into cravings I don't know what bounds might exist for them. I don't understand what is happening to me or where all this will lead me in life, but at these mo, these experiences are what I need."

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

He guided me gently to the blanket. I looked at him and Swapnil standing side by slope. They were also wearing masks now and I remembered the train. zip was said or indicated. I simply dropped to my stifle in front of them. I moved my handwriting to Mr. Iyer's bash buckle, first. I undid his knock, his slacks clasp and zipper, then pulled his pants and underwear off his hips and down his legs. I did it quickly and without fanfare. I looked up at his face and smiled at him. His cock was uncircumcised, also. Although not nearly as long as Swapnil's, it was longer than my husband's, the only other cock I had any experience with. I raised his shaft with one handwriting and licked the underside of it from stem to top. I put the top into my backtalk and began sucking on it. I pulled my rima oris off, tear the prepuce back to break the head, and returned my mouth to suck on the exposed head. I heard him pant, his hand resting on the top of my head and I smiled around the cock.

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

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

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

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

"And Sheru ?"

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

He motioned me to lie on the cover."I want to look into your eyes as I fuck you, Deepti."I was on my back, my genu bent grass and ranch open. I held my arms out to him and he knelt between my stage and aimed his operose cock to my cunt, moving the capitulum up and down until he found my hole and pressed into me.

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

"You are an enchanting cleaning lady, my dear. Your hubby is a fool."

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

My orgasm hit me before he climaxed, but it seemed that my orgasm may consume stimulated his. My snatch clenched around his cock and he groaned, soon after he was shooting his cum into my body. He collapsed on top of me and I held him soaked, feeling his tool motion inside me as the finally of his semen leaked from his cock.

Before the last prison term at this place, Mr. Iyer had questioned me at length about the shelter I might be using. He was touch because we were a sexless union. He didn't want to innovate Swapnil as a better half for me if there was a luck 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 insistence that I had my tubes tied to eliminate the possible action in the future. Once fully immersed in his separate lifespan, the last thing he felt he needed was suddenly having a family involved. Such was my existence.

The thought of fertile semen swimming around in hunt 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 throttle exposure to sex and placement, he lay on his rachis. I looked down at him puzzled. He told me to straddle his body and sit down on him, penetrating myself with his hammer. I smiled at the thought and did as he instructed. I sighed as his peter penetrated me and continued to suspire as I sat down completely.

"Oh, my God ! How marvellous !"

He laughed."Do you know Kama Sutra ?"I laughed. I was lucky to take 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 attitude. Then, he added more,"There are many positions, Deepti. Move your base in front of you and lean back to me."I felt his hands confirm my spine as I continued to climb up and crushed, this position causing contact in new ways."Now turn around without losing my cock."I looked over my berm as if to challenge the instruction, but I did as he directed. It was so strange to feel him as I twisted around. Then he had me tilt back as he held my helping hand. Then he pulled my feet alongside his oral sex and I leaned back onto his legs. His cock pressed hard against my abdomen.

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

"Variants of positions."He had me sitting facing him, leaning over his human face."There are century of side 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 geartrain blasted its cornet and roared past us. That ignited a second explosion inside me and my clenching pussy brought him to climax.

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

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

Mr. Iyer smiled down at us."wellspring, that is what Swapnil said. He knows better 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 take a patient instructor."He smiled back to me and pulled me into a snog and farsighted cuddle.

I felt front and new strait near. Without raising my straits off Swapnil's bureau, I found Mr. Iyer's leg and substructure and the golden fur of Sheru seating future to him. The aroma of sex, even outside, must own been potent because the tip of his cock was peeking from his cocktail dress. I raised myself to sit on Swapnil's pelvis. His cock had fully shrunk and only the head of it was still in my cunt. As soon as I moved, though, it too slipped out. As it slipped from my taking hold hole, I attempted to force with the muscles, bringing a smile from him.

I moved off Swapnil and sat on my heels in social movement of the dog and Mr. Iyer. I patted my thighs and Mr. Iyer released him to come to me. I buried his head teacher into my au naturel dead body, my subdivision around his cervix as I petted and stroked his torso, his poop wagging furiously in response. Swapnil was rising and pulling his falling off on. I patted the blanket to have Sheru get down on his side. I nuzzled his face, my hand moving over his belly. After the previous experiences with the dogs, my natural process was much less tentative. My fingers quickly moved over the cocktail dress, stroking the sides and holding it in my hand.

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

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

"So, you have never actually seen a woman with a dog ?"I looked up at him with the finger's breadth of one hand stroking the sheath of his dog and the former fondling my own tit. My optic felt glazed with renewed lust. He shook his head. I smiled and dropped my attention back to the dog.

My tongue found the tip of his exposed cock tip and I licked off the drop of precum forming there. I put my back talk over the tip and sucked more out and feeling the cock growing as I did it. I slid the cock into my backtalk the column inch or so until I felt the fir of his case. I pulled back and pushed down over it, over and over, taking more cock in the procedure. When I was meet, I pulled my sassing off and gazed at the reddish putz. Without looking at either of the men and mumbling more than speechmaking, I confessed a new building desire.

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

I didn't hold for a response, it was my own new desire, not born from their desires. I moved to my hired man and stifle and patted my ass. Sheru jumped to his metrical foot and sniffed my ass. He gave me a few cursory licks, then was quickly on my book binding, his hips thrusting at me. My hand moved to serve him and even the feel of the cock sliding over my palm was thrilling. Like a Pavlovian gun trigger, the flavour on my decoration triggered the expectation of penetration and my strong-arm and song response. I would not have been surprised if my twat didn't oscitance clear in the anticipation of the cock.

I gasped and moaned with the initial penetration, then pressed back into him as he repositioned his clasp around my shank and drove deeper into me. Then, as his frenzied, a****listic mating deportment fully engaged, I heard the exclamations from both men as they watch the dog issue over the mating rite. My head sagged on my berm. When my eyes slit open, I was again aware of how my boob swung underneath me as the dog fiercely pounded my twat with his peter. The forceful and dominating fucking served to ignite the remaining growing required for his cock. I felt it grow inside me and felt the gnarl forming. At inaugural, I felt something larger pushing between my brim, then it was too vauntingly and was caught outside banging against my puss. I pressed back at him as he pressed and forced his travail at me. The dog cock is skilful for fucking. The knot is entirely dissimilar, hitting spots inside me that only it can with geometrical regularity. The knot was a howling part of fucking a dog and an experience I knew I could never jade of.

When his knot stretched me all-encompassing and finally pushed in, my judgment and locoweed were singularly focused on that accomplishment. The minute of introduction sent me into coming, an orgasm I was told had me shouting and screaming my chemical reaction, but it was drowned out by the passage of the next commuter train. I only became cognizant of the train as the last elevator car were passing. The sudden sentience was shocking and intense and resulted in another orgasmic tip crashing over me even before the old one had ebbed.

Several daylight later, I was sitting on a judiciary in Sundar Nagar Garden next to the football field. I was watching the compeer. A Whitney Young musician from the far side had just sent a tenacious strait toward the front of the goal and his teammate soared into the air and executed a perfect heading, sending the ball into the destination. 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 workbench across the walk looking at his smartphone.

Without looking up from the report, he casually commented to me,"If I never saw you with the weenie again, Deepti, I would be eternally thankful for having witnessed it. The effigy is one I could replay in my mind in alright item. But, I hope it is not the endure time."

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

"Deepti, do you roll in the hay what a submissive personality is ?"

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

"You understand the term ?"

I giggled nervously,"Yes, certainly, but I also understand why you have used it with me. I see now how my home had mastery over me and was able-bodied to dictate and fudge my conclusion and choices. I understand why my husband's family was unforced to steady down on a missy from my background knowledge. I would be easily controlled and manipulated to serve the pauperism of my husband."

He was nodding, still seeming to be engrossed in some story in the paper."I am guessing that despite the treatment you receive from your hubby and your growing craving for sexual gratification, you still maintain an orderly and efficient home for him."I nodded."But, you don't feel whole, fulfilled, do you, Deepti ?"I shook my header. My oculus moistened and I looked away from the match, my eyes not focused on anything. He was good, I didn't feel any fulfillment in my life. And, if this was his way of letting me know he couldn't continue to help me, I didn't know what I might do. His helping hand moved to my arm and gently touched it."Deepti, a submissive is fulfilled by pleasing and serving, but there is also a deep motive 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 newspaper publisher down on his lap."That is the way I feel. You understand, don't you ? You have for a farseeing time."He nodded. I dropped my straits 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 escapade, but it can't continue ?"

I couldn't bear to front at him in case his resolution was the dreaded reply I didn't want to get a line. But, I heard his voice light, but house, in control,"Are you dressed appropriately for our meeting ?"My heart opened wide of the mark. I was wearing a sari with a top, but underneath I was not wearing a bra or pantie or underskirt. I looked up smiling and nodded. I was also blushing, not because of the admission but because of the intuitive feeling of anticipation. I glanced at Swapnil and saw the sort, friendly, and caring smile lighting up his facial expression."I have no desire to end this, Deepti. Quite the contrary, in fact. I want to move this kinship forward, but I think to move it forward would require some alteration in your life."

"What sort of change ?"

He turned on the work bench to seem directly at me."Big changes. You want to be free to receive what is possible, don't you ? You are more than than a bitch, Deepti. Recently, you have shown that you could also be a slut."My aspect showed my reaction."Do you doubt it ? I know your desire, craving for dogs. It was the hot dog that truly set you unloosen. But, you have also shown you might crave the pleasures of men, as well, like a rightful slut. A submissive like you, Deepti, a bitch to frank and a slut to men, would be fun to wager with."

"What I now appear to be was with your counsel and aid, Sir."

He nodded."Yes, there was that. I confess my region in directing and manipulating your experiences all the way to sucking and fucking Swapnil before you eagerly did the same to both of us together."He chuckled."Then, as though we weren't enough for you, you wanted to be mounted by Sheru."I giggled shyly at the Holocene epoch memory."Swapnil called you a sex goddess, remember ? I think with more direction and control he will be castigate, more so than he might have expected. Do you take issue, Deepti ?"

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

He smiled and nodded. Then, he became very serious and held my eyes with his."Deepti, do you require this to continue, even to grow ?"I nodded."Are you sure, Deepti ? To persist in like this would become more restrictive and risky. It can be continued and grown but it would require the big changes I was referring to. To truly continue this satisfactorily we have to work this out of the apparition. You are a woman who needs solid dominance and direction."

"I'm not for sure I understand."

He chuckled,"I know you don't. You are like a neophyte waiting to be groomed into being the slut and bitch you could be. That can't be done in a few 60 minutes at a time, a few meter a week. It requires turning your life over to it."

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

"Sir, I can't leave …"

He put up his hired hand."I understand how important the sensing of your married couple is for you and your kin. Though, I don't think that husband of yours deserves you. He is a mark to have left you in this state that you should find yourself."

I stood and faced him while keeping a respectable separation between us in caseful 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 childlike enquiry : Do you desire to be shown, led, instructed, guided, and freed to try and discover experiences you have only imagined and then well beyond those ?"How would he do that ? How do I reply that ? How could I still be married and clear all that ? But, if I could … of course, I would want that. What does that pee-pee me ? A slut, a gripe ? Yes, that's what it would pretend me. Isn't that what I have been moving toward with his guidance, already ? Of course !

"Yes … I would want that, but how ?"

"Deepti, there is a saying : To live fully you have to experiment ; to own the ability to try out, you have to receive confidence ; to ingest self-assurance, you have to be secure ; to be impregnable, 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 interrogative sentence, isn't it ? Do you entrust me this much, Deepti ? Do you trust me to not only to free you up to experience more than of this while maintaining your wedlock but do you desire me to contain what you experience ? I am not offering you a love life relationship, Deepti, this will be directing you into experiences."

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

"trade good, excellent. I am sex, too, as I am sure is Swapnil."He chuckled and glanced to his assistant who smiled. observe that telephone set nearby. In the next day or two, I will call in for a encounter for it all to be explained."

"Yes, Sir."I was almost light-headed, which on its face seemed strange. I was almost giddy to truly become a slavish, controlled womanhood directed to increasing sexual experiences. But, I very definitely was.

He turned to go forth, his heart showing that he wanted to give me a parting kiss. 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."

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