PROLOGUE

This is the narration of a mature cleaning woman, Deepti Sinha. She lives in the greater metropolitan region of Mumbai, Republic of India. She comes from a cautious American-Indian language family and married to a distract businessman through an arranged matrimony, still a common usance in Bharat and early countries in the neighborhood. She is a good woman, a good married woman, and has made it her goal to create an surround of peace and comfort for her husband. It has been a task that she was predisposed to perform even if the effort seemed under-appreciated.

Deepti is a submissive in personality and nature. The only job is that she is still unaware of that and wouldn't know what that is or means if she was aware. All she knows is that her role is to please and serve up her husband in much the same way she did when she lived with her parents and family before her arranged union. Her natural pulse to please was of chief importance to the man's family in fiat that he be freed to business organisation himself only with his rising career in business. They believed he was a man destined to succeed and convey deferred payment to the family.

Deepti was a virgin at marriage and understood little of the intimate humans or its potential. As it turned out, her married man, Prakash, had as little interest in intimate relation as she had knowledge of it. Unfortunately for Deepti, though, the consummation of their marriage and the early twelvemonth to follow opened something within her that remained frustratingly unfulfilled by an inattentive husband interested more in his business exploit and frailty, gambling and imbibition, 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 impossible, to give tongue to her stake in exploring sex with him.

After 15 twelvemonth of a c***dless and sexually bilk wedding, she began to contemplate, fantasize, and reckon what might have been or might be if … The if was something she was not comfortable with. This storey is the geographic expedition she innocently began and found difficult to control.

Hidden deep inside Deepti was a desire and need to fulfill and be satisfied in elementary fashion initially, but in not so simple ways, eventually. But finding the way to meet and be satisfied look inconceivable to her. inconceivable until her world was opened up before her in a very unexpected way.

CHAPTER TWO

For two daylight, I lived a day by day life history of self-recrimination and loathing. For once, I was thankful that Prakash ignored me so I wouldn't have to make believe everything was okay. When you don't interact except for the plain of communication commutation, the human face you put on is of little significance.

A dog. I let a dog bat my body. I was worse than a whore, a tramp, a kasabi. How could I have done that ? What was amiss with me ?

For two Clarence Day, I didn't think about anything but my ignominy. For two twenty-four hour period, I remained fully dressed. For two days, it didn't even occur to me that I had so recently been craving sexual release. For two years I denied my demand, my half-crazed desire, my insatiable craving for the sexual dismission missing from my life for all those age. For two twenty-four hour period ….

Then, it started slowly, almost imperceptibly in my idea. The memory crept into my awareness 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 ace were on top of my climax. My mind was confused, befuddled, foggy in the orgasmic DoS of release. It really wasn't my geological fault. I wasn't to pick. I didn't do anything …

Then, after yet another day, I recognized my continued need, craving for sexual tone ending. That hadn't changed, it still existed. That wasn't my error or my doing, either. That was Prakash's fracture for ignoring me, for thinking and caring for his business business concern Sir Thomas More than his wife's business organization. The craving was still real, still demanding, and they needed to be satisfied. That hadn't changed. I needed a release. I needed stimulation for exit.

When, on another day, the penury and cravings were as strong as ever, I again succumbed. After seeing Prakash off to work, I returned to the bedroom and undressed completely. I stood in movement of the mirror for only a arcminute, nodded to my thoughtfulness, and walked deliberately to the living elbow room windowpane where I stood for five minute. I set the timer because I was shaking terribly and knew I would end it too soon. When the timer on my telephone set buzzed, I ran into the bedroom, retrieved my dildo and turned it on to a moderate vibration. I stroked the fountainhead over my clit and instantly shuddered in response. It seemed like so long since I had stimulated myself. I needed release so desperately. I jammed the dildo into my puss, 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 hole, I turned the nob up to the utmost. I used both hired man, one to thrust the hard caoutchouc vibrating member in and out while the other alternated between my engorged clit and each of my pinchable nipples. My coming broke over me with a thunderous cry erupting abstruse inside me. My paw only paused, though, as my soundbox shook. I never even took the buzzing dildo from my pussy, only waiting for some strength and sentience to return to me. Then, my men resumed. This clock time I left the dildo to vibrate as my finger's breadth tortured my throb clit and I twisted and pinched my nipples. I cried out in infliction and titillating kick as my body rose to an even greater coming. I scream my release as my legs and arms shivered.

When I partially recovered, I removed the still vibrating toy from my cunt and I listened carefully to any audio in the apartment above or below. I wasn't sure if anyone might be capable to listen the scream or not, but a narration was easy to concoct. A bare declension while rearranging the shelves in the bedroom closet.

As I stood in the bedchamber, I saw my mirror image in the mirror. I walked directly in presence of it and gazed at my reflection, again. Critically, this time, like a week ago. I separated my second joint and looked. Not only could I see the lips of my cunt between my legs, but they and the insides of my thighs were wet with my cum and juices. I have heard of women who squirt, but I don't think I am not one of them. But, I do leak out my juices generously and that is visible now. My nipple are more pronounced than before, the stimulation having extended them even more. I use my fingers and squeeze them, pinch them, and turn them. It hurts, but I watch my facial reaction as I do it, then I check out the pap. They throb from the abuse and they stand out even further.

I look at my body, my body's reaction, and my mind is again on track for the geographic expedition I had set for myself those days before. I look at my body closely as if to see the truth in the peel, nipple, nipple, and cunt. I look up into my own eyes and that is where I see it, the accuracy, the establishment, and the determination. I want it. I need it. I crave it. I want more of what I started. And, in that moment of review, of introspection, I know I am going to go back to the common. The dog's glossa felt heavenly. It felt marvellous. I am going back to the Park and I will jerk off outside, again. But … if that dog returns …

Despite my determination, I am still working up the nerve to speculation back to the parking lot. I think I have erased the shame of the dog licking me. That recrimination was broody of my kinsfolk, Prakash, and what they would have heaped onto me should such an experience be witnessed and reported. I feel the hullabaloo of the risk, again. The charge of photo and the peril it represents renews me and goads me. My academic session of masturbation in the apartment become more shop and intense. I have used a lot of image and fantasies but none have produced such intense turmoil, input, and raw discharge as now. Now, all my head can see while the dildo or my fingers work at my cunt is the dog beating at my wet and gaping slit. These figure, though, don't plosive so quickly as it occurred in world before. These images are of the dog lapping at my drooling cunt as I lay spread before him, my finger abusing my nipples until he and I bring me to a glorious coming that is replicated on my bed with the dildo. Any longer, those images, those cerebration, have become the craving. It seems completely reckless, not heedful, at all. But, I know it is now inevitable.

When I return to the green, I am telling myself I don't believe the dog, any dog, could even be there in that place. I kept telling myself it would stimulate to be a coincidence of epic symmetry for that dog to be in the same property and same meter as me. I am trying to keep myself from a immense disappointment, but inwardly I am still hoping to experience that event, again. I rationalize that it might train several visits.

And, I am correct. I return to the Park and my emplacement. I scan around the area and I am virtually alone. I still hear sounds of people and k**s in the distance, but I am alone in my hidden maculation. I push my blue jean and panties down to my mortise joint to allow even better exposure of my leg and I settle down in the unwarranted smoke. I start urgently with my finger, but then take a mysterious breath to tranquillize myself. There is no need for rushing through this. The lack of the dog is only one constituent of the experience. I can still be in nature. Where I lie, I look up to the sky. The distant phone of masses, the strait of birds and the city much further in the distance is both calming and titillating. The auditory sensation of nature are refreshing and calming ; the sounds of urban center life and people are stimulating, reminding of what I am doing and where I am doing it.

I reach to the side for my small backpack and absent the dildo, turning it onto a low stage setting. I place the end of it directly on my clit, rotating it over and around the nub. A long tremble runs through my trunk. I hear rustling in the brush or trees somewhere. I can't help myself. I awkwardly kneel, the dildo protruding from my snatch. I slowly raise my caput to CAT scan around. I see zero, but I was sure I heard something and the something was big. I kneel as straight as I can, rising as far as I can without standing. I still don't see anything. Then, it happens, again. A great crash through leaves. I almost cry out, but I can't. My dungaree are around my mortise joint, I can't move, much LE safety valve. When I hear it the succeeding time, I am prepared and my ear trace the sound. It isn't on the earth but up in the air, which means it must be in the trees around me. Then, a great hawk bursts out of a Tree about 15 infantry from me. It has something trapped in its claws.

I am shaking from the build-up of Adrenalin and the sudden relief of not being found. I collapse to the ground in relief and, in the process, drive the dildo, still in my slit, deeper into me. This time I do cry out in daze and stimulation. The vibrating fountainhead was jammed against my uterine cervix and the entire toy is nearly jammed inside me but for the base. The wizard is beyond anything I have experienced with the gimmick, the buzzing inside me directly on my inner opening move to my womb. I shake, my arms limp as my ass is firmly on the ground holding the head mystifying inside me. I climax tough and twilight to my back, my eyes clenched tightly shut, not a sound penetrating from the outside ; the only sound is the pounding Rush of my heartbeat in my ears.

It takes quite a piece for my body to regain. Or, maybe I just allowed a long time to go back, enjoying the surrounding phone of nature to slowly recurrence and enwrap me as I gazed back up at the blue sky and the sound of the city again return to me. I am partially naked outdoors and I have just had a brilliant orgasm that took my breath away.

As I casually walk downhill to the path, I am distracted by the feelings still fresh in my mind, even my eubstance. It isn't until I hear a barque that I look up. There coming over another ridgepole behind the fix I had been was a dog bounding playfully. I stopped to watch, curious if it is the same dog. I couldn't Tell from that distance for sure, but it was similar in breed and size. It seemed to be playing, chasing after something on the solid ground, picking it up and running back over the rooftree. Playing ? That would mean it was with someone. It hits me that the previous fourth dimension I had the thought the dog looked like a pet, not a stray. It was well cared for and had a collar. I saw nobody that time and didn't this clip, either. But, there could have been someone just over the ridgepole, like the dog seemed to be responding to now.

Again, the next few days 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 coincidence of epic balance"after all.

It becomes consuming, again. I not only masturbate to the thought of the dog, but I stand in front of the mirror, my pegleg bedspread as I run my finger's breadth over my cunt rim where the dog had licked. It is a short substitute using my fingers, but I imagine them being the tongue of the dog. I rub harder, press on my clitoris, slipping one and two digit inside. As my body moves closer to an orgasm, I look from my finger's breadth on my snatch to my face and eyes. I watch as my oculus slowly abject to slits, then open wider and rolling wave back so I see nothing as the orgasm takes delay of me.

I moved quickly to the bread and butter room window and brazenly stood almost against the glass as if I wanted the entire humankind to see how randy my body looked. I was so turned on that my hired man rose to take detainment of my tits, fondling them and pinching my nipples. As my excitement began to rise, renewed, one manus slid down my stomach and between my legs. I was lazily stroking my twat and clit when my heart focused on the Sanjay Gandhi national Park in the distance. Somewhere in that ballpark, a dog might be roaming around. He may be brought to the Park by mortal, but he has some freedom of move. Whoever is with him doesn't seem to persist so close that either of the times I have seen the dog have I seen a someone. Of line, the next time might be different. It was another risk of exposure. But, trying to conform to up with one of the stray dogs that run wild throughout the metropolis and neighborhood would be a far bigger endangerment. They are wild and brazen and unpredictable, even dangerous. Not only would there be the Same peril of being seen with it, but many are said to channel hydrophobia and other diseases. It is rumored that some are even turning a bluish color from toxins they have come into contact with.

I returned to the Park even more perpetrate. As I began my upgrade up the slope from the path, I saw a dog, maybe the same dog by the appearance, sitting at the ridgeline a little further past my hiding spot. As I climbed up to the same emplacement I had used past multiplication, it's impossible to catch my foothold and the dog. When I stopped to look, the dog was gone. When I reach my spot and looked all around to see if anyone was nearby or watching from a space, I still didn't see the dog.

I resign myself to having to be satisfied with masturbating, but this time I decided to add to my experience of flexibility and peril by removing my brake shoe, jeans, and pantie completely. I was standing in my covered location, peeking through the branches and over them, looking down at the path below and the surrounding expanse around me. Seeing zilch that raised any care, and no dog, I unsnapped my dungaree and lowered the zipper. I pried off my brake shoe and, with a final look around, push both my jeans and panties over my hips and down my legs.

I had become entangled in my own clothes somehow. Something I do routinely had suddenly become complicated. My skinny jeans and panties were bound up around my ankle. I bent over to push harder to get them over my feet when I should have sat down and pulled the remnant of the jean leg over my fundament. Instead, I am doubled over, my ass sticking up with my workforce at my articulatio talocruralis and foot working at the fabric bundled in an persistent mess.

When I felt something wet chute over my ass, my mind attempted to switch from the problem of my clothes to the feeling behind me. The second swipe of wetness caught me between my thighs and covered the duration of my cunt. My psyche reacted in surprisal, fear, and joy all at the same instant. I thought I was alone. I even looked specifically for the dog. Suddenly, as if he were a ghost that didn't make any sound, he was licking my ass and cunt. I stumbled forward, falling and landing on the priming, rolling onto my back.

I looked down along my soundbox to see the dog sitting at my involved feet. Again, it seemed like the Sami dog with the Saame well cared for and well-trained demeanor. I could see a ribbon hanging from the collar, but I couldn't make out what it said. This was definitely a pet and it didn't have the look of a pet who was lost. I struggled to my knees and looked around the area, again. If this was a pet, its owner might be nearby. Or, perhaps the owner brought the dog out here to run and trail rabbits and such and was trained well enough for it to hark back on its own. The rules explicitly required all heel to be on a leash, but that was only a rule and hoi polloi flaunted convention all the time.

I was leaning forward to peer through some branches when the dog did it, again. His wet hooter bumped into my bedcover thighs and the feel, more than the gibbousness, caused me to go down forward, again. This time I fell through some offset and the auditory sensation was unmistakable. That, of course, meant I had to scan around the domain all over, again.

When I settled back down on my behind, I watched the dog as he watched me. My eyes drifted down his body and he was very definitely a ‘ he ’. Underneath his belly was a declamatory sheath with a carmine tip poking out. The colour was only the first thing that seemed different about it. My only experience with rooster was Prakash and that constrict experience and premature curiosity became unmistakable here. I didn't know the dog's cock would be unlike, but it was.

His cock, though, wasn't what I was interest in except for the satisfaction that the dog was a male. Somehow, it seemed important for the dog to be male if it licked my twat. It would be later before that thought would seem significant to me. Why would my cunt being licked by a female dog or man be dissimilar ?

I had my chance in movement of me, sitting quietly, patiently. And, there I was, my jeans and panties down at my ankles, my shoes off to the side. And, I was outside where I wanted to be. I leaned forward, trying not to do anything that might frighten the dog, and pulled the dungaree from my feet, then the pantie. I piled them next to my shoes and patted my second joint as the only way I could think of to draw the dog. I added,"here, boy ”, and to my bear on surprise and pleasure, the dog moved forward. If I was going to let this dog get personal with me, I wanted to get to have sex him just a minuscule, anyway. The medallion on his pinch read,"Sheru ”, a Golden Retriever. His fur was well groomed despite what he picked up chasing through the brush. The gens Sheru means lion or Panthera tigris and given my consideration, the name fit with the danger I was feeling.

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

With my hands on the side of his head,"Sheru, I want to be your peculiar Quaker and I want you to do something very peculiar 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 headland 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 unquiet, Sheru. The talking is for my own nerves."

I leaned forward and his lingua came out quickly and licked my face from my chin, over my brim, and to my nose. I giggled. Maybe he understood more than I gave him credit for. I took a deep hint and lay back to the ground. He was between my leg and I spread them further. This was unusual for me, too. I had never had anyone, or thing, punch 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 Saame time not believing I was about to do this.

On my back with my legs all-encompassing unresolved, I closed my center, and silently prayed I would not be attacked or mauled in the process of whatever happened following. I lifted my knees and overspread 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 psyche and looked at the dog. His snout was sniffing and I knew he was picking up my odour. As his school principal 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 skepticism. His honker was right there. I felt the air he expelled from his nose over my cunt brim. It sent a pall through my dead body despite the warmth of the day. I put my caput back and moaned at the whiz, but when his tongue came out and licked the entire duration of my cunt, I groaned and moaned over and over as his clapper greedily lapped at my sex, which I was for sure was leaking fluids and providing him with more incentive for licking.

I was quickly beside myself with the sensations and emotions crashing through me. I was outside ; I was being licked by a dog ; I was nearly bare outside ; my naked and exposed sex was spread out ; I could see the airplane above, see the aeroplane ; I could listen the raspberry nearby, the faint hum of traffic on the motorway near the parking area ; I was outside. My consistency was rising to an orgasm ! Outside ! By a dog ! A dog was the first-class honours degree male of any kind to lick my cunt. And, it was wonderful.

I wanted more. I wanted it to never end. I pulled my stifle up to my breast, pushing my knee to the face, completely and vulgarly exposing my slit to the thirsty tongue of the dog. I never felt so wanton, so vulnerable, so uncovered, so at risk of infection … and I never wanted it to end.

But it was about to. My orgasm was rising to an unbelievable top. I felt like I might explode from my pussy outward. I clawed at my tee-shirt and bra, my digit struggling to get underneath to crunch my nipples, to lift them, and to deform them. The pain was Delicious and added to the rising sensations from the tongue, that marvelous tongue. Then, it happened. My legs started shaking and flexing like wings of a struggling grounded skirt. When my orgasm crashed over me, I thrust my pelvic girdle into the air as if that natural process might somehow produce a more intense middleman 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 jeans and shoes. I quickly got dressed, tying my shoe before fully pulling my jeans up. I stood and looked around nervously as I fastened the snap and zipper. I smoothed my haircloth and brushed the locoweed, leaves, and crap from my clothes as best I could. I looked around again, then exited my spot, worried that person might induce heard the cry and follow to investigate.

Not seeing anyone coming, I took several abstruse breathing spell to cool off myself as I descended to the path. Then, a whistle, a loud and demanding whistle, carried through the air and the dog, Sheru, went bounding gamy up the Benny Hill. Oh, no … the dog did total with mortal !

CHAPTER THREE :

Again, the after-experience of what happened in the Park consumes my macrocosm in several shipway. Not the least is the overwhelming sensory force that exceeded anything my imaging could predict. But, close behind those emotions was the cooling awareness that the dog was not there alone, that his owner had been nearby.

In short-circuit, the experience was EVERYTHING I could have hoped for at the time ! I achieved a mind-shattering, body-shaking orgasm that wasn't self-induced. In fact, it was the best, most intense, stunning, and consuming orgasm of my animation. And, something I had never experienced, I was the sole attention of a male while having any build of sex. The dog … a dog ! … was the first male to fully focus his efforts on giving me sexual pleasure. Whether, in reality, the dog was really focused on an travail of giving me an orgasm or merely enjoying the perfume and leakage coming from my cunt, the issue was the same. The dog gave to me without the condition that I was expected to present to him in any way or form. My hale experience previously had been the dutiful effort of wedlock for the product of a home. The idea of sex merely for its own pleasance, sharing, joy, and devotion had been unknown. A dog showed me what the sex act could be.

But, there was also the chilling effect produced by hearing the whistle and seeing Sheru's immediate reaction. There could be little dubiousness that the whistle was intended for Sheru. The outcome, though, was that the person behind the whistle appeared to provide the dog significant freedom to wander on his own. The risk of others in the Park finding me during any such activity was suddenly minimized by the question of the person who was calling the dog.

I was a woman on blast, though. That vision and retentivity consumed not only every time I masturbated but became increasingly difficult to deal any other course of action at law in my new twistedly titillating consideration. I became slightly abusive of my own body. Standing before the mirror, it was as if my reflexion was taunting me to action as I twisted, pinched, and pulled my nipple. I did the Saame to my clit, those centre throbbing from the aggressive attention I gave them while my eye focused on the action, my oculus seeking the oculus of the woman in the mirror as if I was beseeching her to finish. But, it continued and grew in very humble tone. I attached clothes peg to my nipples as I shoved the dildo into my snatch. Who knew annoyance could be so tempt, erotic.

There was aught to do, I realized, but to experience more and I found the increased peril 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 parking lot and masturbate and I did. The dog was around, I saw it, but it seemed held back somehow. It even seemed to see me, but it never came. I saw it look at me, directly at me, then backward, back and Forth River before running away from me. It sent frisson down me that day when I questioned if the dog's possessor was keeping it from coming to me. Did the proprietor know I was there or was it merely a co-occurrence of timing ? And, if it was timing, then the dog might come to me and the owner come shortly after. The thought sent a iciness through me. It also excited me. It also worried me. I was becoming so indigent of freeing and experience. It was seeming like a spiral of need and craving, the end of which I didn't understand.

This took hold in my head increasingly. What could I do to experience new ingredient of hazard without involving the dog or brazenly being naked or nearly so in Park ? I had previously gone out for walks in the neighborhood around the flat without underclothes on. That was thrilling at the meter, but in consideration of what I had done in the car park, it was very secure. I considered how I could project that type of experience to another level. I came up with wearing one of my saree with only a top. I had several that were semi-sheer and others that were solid. As I considered the idea, I wondered if a semi-sheer was too much of a risk. Of course, putting active agent thought into the idea had the predictable core of pushing me in that direction.

I went outside wearing a sari and focused on where I might take the air, sit, pass shops, etc. I watched myself in Windows of shop and any mirror I might find inside shops. Wearing a saree in Republic of India is vulgar and natural. There is no more thought to it than wearing a dress in western sandwich countries. A sari, though, is not anything like a dress.

The Saree is essentially wrapping a length of fabric around your body. Normally, the wrap is over a form-fitting top, which is over a bra. Below, a petticoat over panty is drawn. In a normal lotion, wearing both top and half-slip, you hold the saree privileged end with the leave mitt, making sure the merchantman is at floor level, tucking the top border into the half-slip. The saree is passed around the battlefront while maintaining the same height to the storey. Keeping the top edge stage, tucking a picayune into the petticoat to hold on the saree firmly in place. pleat are formed by folding from the right and tucking the edge. Tucking the plait into the underskirt, the pleat should devolve straight. Then, bringing around the sari, holding it to the right and passing it to the left, arranging the edge evenly. Then d**** it over your left shoulder allowing the end piece to diminish casually.

It is often, if not generally, worn with a nude mid-drift. I studied it in the mirror. The way it is worn and hangs, it must be worn with a top because of how it hangs and d****s. Below, however, from the waistline down, the body is covered, with or without a petticoat. I was curious, though, about air current. I retrieved a floor fan and arranged it near the mirror. I took the sari off and removed the petticoat. How do I do the tucks without a petticoat ? Perhaps by just using a dilute belt ? I put a thin belt ammunition at my hips, then put the saree back on. It takes respective minutes and I was deliberate to score the tuck secure each time. Having tuck cave in way without a petticoat would be most sticky. Once completed, I turned the fan on at a low speed to test a formula wind instrument velocity in the streets due to wind and trucks and gondola. As I turned, it was possible for the folds to heighten up when the air caught it just right. I found, though, that for my ass to fully render, I needed to require the crimp by paw and force it across the back of my ramification. It was an exposit elbow grease, but it was possible to do and it involved various risk of exposure depending on the tucks, the security of the belt, the jazz, and the material.

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

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

I knew where I wanted to take the air. It was very live with old and vernal and quite busy. It would be utter. I live in the Sunder Nagar territory which is bordered by New Link Road to the Rebecca West and Swami Vivekanand route to the east and Goregaon - Mulund Link road to the Dixieland. Between these is a district known for educational institutes including school day and colleges.

Sunder Nagar is mostly Hindoo ( 75 % ) and the rest is mainly Moslem. There are bakery and former shops in the area. I intend to focus my base on balls along Sunder Nagar road past many store, a shoal, and several colleges with my destination being the Sunder Nagar Garden. This is a large Green River quad with bodily process for all ages. A resort area for immature c***dren and kinfolk and football, cricket, and badminton solid ground for teenagers and youthful men ( mostly ). There is a walking track of 600 meters.

When I exited the construction, I was immediately hit with the feeling of exposure. Whether or not I was mattered little. The citizenry who looked my way as I merged onto the walk I was convinced were seeing through my saree below my waist. The farther I walked, the more comfortable I started becoming as I found the masses coming toward me were not staring transfixed at my groin. But, the people behind me became my concern. I noticed that even I tended to notice the cover of people because your pick are restricted when surrounded by others.

I moved off the side and stopped. I quickly turned to look into people's faces but did not happen grounds of anyone smirking or staring at me.

I walked the entire Sunder Nagar Garden priming coat and spent most of my meter away from the family unit region, just in case. There was a group of Pres Young men playing football and others standing along the sides watching. I surveyed the arena and chose a situation away from the activity but near enough to be watching. I looked around to see where people were, then reached behind and pulled the saree fold across the back of my leg to expose my ass and legs. I felt the air relocation over my bare peel and it felt so skanky. It was what I felt at Sanjay Indira Nehru Gandhi Park, but this was a populated, busy area. I quickly dropped the folds back in place, fussing with it to be sure enough it had fallen completely.

I was literally dripping when I returned to the apartment. I knew, someday, I would take the chance to do much more. How I would love 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 farsighted that I was running out of time for having dinner prepare when Prakash returned from body of work. He was punctilious in his timing, always where he intended to be when he intended to be there. He insisted his life run a set and predetermined course of instruction and schedule. To him it was everything. I was realizing how stifling it was for me. I was feeling more and more stifled by this life and cosmos. I had this personal anticipation to serve, but there was less and less to founder. My lifetime was becoming an sempiternal repetition of mundane duties. The entirely things he wished from me was cook, clean-living, and provide a restive environs for him when he returned from his workplace. My newfound erotic cravings were making this universe seem less and less adequate. I also knew, though, there was nix to be done about it. It was my spirit. It was the aliveness I was given to stimulate, to serve my married man. If I somehow managed to find early pleasures, no matter how thrilling and engaging they might be, I had little rattling alternative in life than the place I had.

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

I was shocked by what I found on the internet. I searched for information on dog rooster and found flock of that. I found scientific information about the norm of shaft based on strain and size and similar information about human male that included comparisons based on ethnicity. There were dog cock every bit as big as the mean size of men. But, as I found just by looking at the tip of Sheru in the Park, the shape and function of dog turncock were very different. Not the least of the conflict was a bulbous constitution at the base of the cock that was similar to a ball. I was intrigued that it was an evolutionary effort to improve insemination of the female person dog by locking the two together when the mile had swelled inside the female.

I sat back and looked at the scene of the dog cock, my focus continually diverted to the air mile. I wondered if that knot wasn't painful. My curiosity led to a modification of the lookup. I was curious if there was anything showing dogs fucking and possibly with a human woman. I don't love how I could be surprised by anything I found on the net, anymore. There were pages of search result. I found pictures of women penetrated by wiener, their cunts distended by the air mile inside. I went to remember my dildo, turning it to a gamy setting, and inserting it into my own cunt before continuing my reexamination on the computer.

My side by side speculation of ‘ research'turned to videos. The fucking of firedog was crazy and frantic. Many seemed to expect some help at some level as the dog seemed to have a hard prison term penetrating the womanhood and staying on her. I went back to search for that interrogative. I found that dogs initiated penetration with little or no exposure of their prick from the sheath. about of their hard-on normally occurred during penetration and betimes fucking. Then, the knot eventually formed with increased blood flow and they were locked together before his climax.

The most challenging photos and videos to me were the one capturing the international nautical mile inside the fair sex's cunt, then the gaping kettle of fish in her after the dog finally pulled out. The videos showing the bulk of cum streaming out was surprising. I happened on a looping video of the air mile 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 battlefront of the laptop.

I quickly looked at the clock on the lower right of the screen, then relaxed as I found plenty of prison term. I walked to the large window and stood before it, my fingers casually exploring my wet and very pliable twat lips and curtain raising after the nice orgasm. I squeezed my mamilla with the other hand as my center rose to the Sanjay Indira Gandhi National Mungo Park in the space. I had one extended experience with a dog. Only one. I hadn't been capable to get it out of my head since. I wanted that experience, again. The same experience, even with the recognition of the danger that there was an owner in the country somewhere. Now, though, the craving had morphed into something much more, more involved, more obscene, more brutal, and more grievous. Being seen masturbating would be bad. Being seen licked by a dog would be tough. But, being seen fucked by a dog ? Yet, each step in my imagining sent my inwardness racing, my breathing time was taken away, and my cunt dripping.

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

As I stood before the large window, my fingers idly touching my mammilla and snatch mouth, I thought about the pictures and videos I had seen on the data processor concealment. The air mile seemed so large compared to the cocks, how did they dawn ? But, if they can manage it to a dog bitch, it can certainly happen to a woman. That was obvious based on the picture and pictures. Could I do this new thing ? It's one thing to masturbate and it's another to let a dog lick you. What about letting a dog mount you, sleep together you ? Could I do that ? Could I do that out there, in the open, almost ?

Again, I really didn't enquiry where my resoluteness would lead me. It was almost like I was on some kind of way of life that I didn't know where it would contribute, but I knew I couldn't get off, either, even if I wanted to get off. And, I wasn't sure I would require to. I had been ignored for so long, frustrated for so long. What was happening to me now was beyond my imaginings and phantasy. At meter, it was almost like I didn't maintenance what might pass off to me, but it did topic and I did forethought. I had to manage. I would have nothing if …

I ambled along the path and pretended interest group in the sights to allow the other people who had been surrounding me to affect ahead and around the turn in the path. This seemed to be an unusually busybodied day in the commons. I hadn't noticed anything special about the day, but something must be bringing the crowd out. Maybe, it might just have got been the beautiful day. A violent storm had gone through the Night before leaving brighten 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 safety to locomote off the path and not thread attention, I started up the gradient, scanning the hillside in forepart 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 left wing. It was a single phone that seemed more like a greeting than a series of barque indicating a playful exercise. I stopped, looked up, and watched as the dog came bounding along the hillside. Interesting to me that it wasn't coming directly toward me or searching the ground as it might if searching for a ball or stick thrown, but it seemed to head in the general instruction of the positioning of our previous meetings.

I wasn't sure if that was rational, but I hurried my tempo while I scanned around me with detail tending to the area the dog had come from, half expecting to feel a human being following at a distance in search of his pet.

I stood just outside the cluster of skirmish and small trees that created my protect space. I continued to rake above and below for anyone else walking off the itinerary. As I was, the dog ambled to me, stopping 20 foot in front of me. When I glanced down, I found him patiently sitting as if awaiting my instruction. It was the same dog. I didn't even need to reckon closely at his medal gently swaying beneath his collar, the contemplation of sun glinting off the shiny metallic element. I found myself relieved it was the Saami dog and aflutter at the Sami time. The relief came from a tone of expectant familiarity. The jitteriness came from a mother wit of pushing my chance with repeated face-off with the like a****l that had to be in the Park with an possessor who had to be somewhere in the general area. Even if this possessor was trusting and tolerant enough to give up the dog considerable free-rein to wander and chamfer, which metre would he befall upon to follow close by ?

I pushed that thought aside, however. These coming upon with the dog had become something I could no longer logically excuse or rationalize. I felt as though my life had changed into a mundane, routine, and rote existence that had no other meaning then filling the time blank between the experiences I devised for myself, experiences that had an increased risk but also reward. My dull and ordinary lifespan seemed to be now careening down a mountain route of sharp-worded curvature and switchbacks while my brakes were slowly leaking fluid and the power to control my bloodline. As frightening as the danger was, the feeling of excitement and being animated was greater.

When I moved into the midst of the growth, Sheru followed behind me. I knelt in presence of him and he licked my face playfully. I giggled at the touch of him covering my face. The feeling coming over me wasn't that of a playful pet giving licks but of a male kissing me. It was in my forefront and I knew that, but it had been so prospicient since I had received eager attention my nous made the jumping of espousal immediately.

Without any to a greater extent concern about my surround or the act I was about to try to perform, I reached under the dog and stroked his belly. When I touched his sheath, which was my destination, I think I flinched as much as the dog did. He stood briefly but sat back in the like spot he had been, apparently willing 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 air sock, then stood and pushed my jeans and step-in off my hips and down my legs. He sniffed at me when I stood in straw man of him. When I spread my ramification, his snout moved between my second joint sniffing before his natural language shot out and licked me, again. I shivered from the pinch. The touch I had one sentence considered so horrific and decadent was now only a prelim for much more.

I knelt next to him, my hand returning to his belly. When my fingerbreadth again found his sheath, his heading moved to me, his clapper overlapping at my face. I giggled. Not only did I happen upon a will male, but one that was appreciative. While he licked my fount, I stroked his sheath and felt his cock coming out. This was new for me. Prakash didn't give the opportunity or exhibit desire for playfulness during the bound sex we had. As my finger stroked his bare, exposed dick, the dog flinched and whined. I remembered something I read online. Any peter protected in a sheath is quite sensitive when exposed. I brought my hand up to my font and licked it liberally, then let the dog clout it, and I returned to touching his exposed cock. I could sense a fluid coming from the tip and smeared it over my digit. I moved the dog to the ground so I could see what I was doing to him and what effect I was having. I was surprised to see how a good deal cock was now exposed. I could also see more liquid forming at the tip of his cock. The more I smeared over my fingerbreadth and transferred to his cock, the more fluid formed. It was truly an interest organ for my inexperienced mind to lay eyes on. A narrow tip that grew thicker and narrowing slightly toward the sheath.

With him on the background, I moved to his snout, my human knee positioned on either English of it. He was immediately aware and reached forward to lap at my drooling puss. snatch. Using that words before was so base and decadent. Now, a dog lapping at it after I had been fingering his turncock, 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 high as I could while remaining on my stifle. I neither saw nor heard anyone around me. It was now or back out. This was too very much. I couldn't back out now ! I had to see what it was like.

I moved to my hands and human knee like I had seen on the internet. The dog came up behind me, licked at my twat and ass several times, then he seemed to take over. He jumped onto my back, his front man legs going around my waistline. The feel of fur on my depleted backbone was sensuous. The number one stab of his cock at my derriere woke me up and reminded me of how ill-timed and veracious this was. A dog was on my rachis and he was probing with his turncock to encounter my cunt opening. He probed and probed. His cock was striking my butt cheeks and around my cunt. The pointy, bony rooster 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 different. He was extended out of his sheath. I watched with captivation as his run cock bobbed beneath him as he walked around me. All he needed was to bottom me, then I was sure we would be good.

I reached back, first around my hip but that was too awkward. I shifted my helping hand between my thighs, felt his rooster stabbing at me, felt it glance off my ribbon and hit me near my cunt. I shifted my hired hand up slightly and the adjacent stabbing slid over my laurel wreath and into my first step. I pressed back against him and he used his presence legs to pull me back and himself forward, driving his cock deep into me. I reached back to hold his hind leg, just for a consequence, in case.

It was delirious ! A cock ! I had a cock inside me, again ! It felt wonderful and awe-inspiring and perfect and decadent. I felt everything he did to me. He relaxed his front ramification slightly, moved forward and took me firmly with his legs, again. His nooky was like null I had experience. True, my experience was marginal, but nothing I imagined prepared me for the onset of fucking I received. I gasped and moaned in a continuous Greek chorus of tone down sounds, barely maintaining some awareness of my surroundings and circumstance.

I felt something banging against my pussy on the exterior, pressing against my backtalk and opening, pressing and stretching my opening. For here and now, I was too consumed by the experience to link what was happening. When it did, I tried pulling away from the a****l, fearing the naut mi entering me, but his legs around my waist held me in place. I was just a bitch to him at this period. He was mating and his instinct was to ravel me. The more I squirmed and moved, the more movement there was of his cock inside me. He was stabbing me, rubbing along my cunt walls, penetrating me deeper than I had been fucked before by my hubby. My consistence reacted the simply way it could with all the stimulation, a****listic nature of the act, and my thinker's overdrive of conflicting smell. I orgasmed !

One minute my integral body burst into bliss, hullabaloo, and ecstasy. The succeeding moment that ball of flesh on the base of Sheru's putz was inside my snatch. My orgasm must have loosened my opening, eliminated just enough electric resistance. His putz drove suddenly deeply inside me. The knot felt massive inside me, filling me more completely. His cock was still driving at me, but the knot restricted his movement. I forgot about the fork of the knot and only focused on what was happening inside me. The cock and knot were both growing, swelling. He pulled back against my hatchway to push up further into me, but the knot 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 sensation was electric and intense, jolts of fiery erotic stimulation coursing from my puss into my body. I felt it on my button, in my teat, and sent frisson and goosebumps up my neck and into my scalp.

I was crashing into another sexual climax when I felt his cock inside jerk and pulse violently. The following sensation was my slit being washed in fond spurts of dog cum. I cried out. I couldn't help it. I didn't want to or specify to, but my sassing joined the rest of my body in joyous release.

As my dead body descended from the orgasmic superlative previously unconquered, my mind rose up to the tumult of my situation. Not only did I joyously cry out my euphory, I was now tied to the dog. My mind replayed the TV I had seen. The char were stuck to the dog for moments, maybe many. How was I to know ? The telecasting were snippets of action only. Suddenly, my auricle discover sounds everywhere around me. The smallest sound of a leaf in the idle words against the twig was some individual crashing through the brush 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 reverse direction. We were ass-to-ass. I had seen it in video, but somehow it didn't seem so meaning 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 feel my pussy rip away from my body. I gasped and shuddered. That same sensation was happening, again. The knot was pressing on that place. I raised my hips up and the knot jammed against that post inside me with duplicate effect. I realized I could cum all over again. I shivered at the thought process. Twice, already, I have climaxed and I was thinking of doing so, again ? Yes, I was ! It felt so delicious, so obscene, so … decadent. A dog had just fucked me !

After another small orgasm, the international nautical mile seemed to stretch along my lips and opening to escape. I fell to the ground and the dog lay near me and started licking his stopcock. I slipped my arm under my face and watched. I watched his glossa, the Saami glossa that had pleasured me, bat his own cock clean.

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

binding at home plate, 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 detail as if I were watching it happen to someone else. At Night, I dream about it and feared that my sounds might alert Prakash to something unusual.

Standing in front of the mirror, again, naked and shake up. When I stripped away the terror of the danger I took, what remained was the memory, the spirit of being fucked … finally, fucked. The tactual sensation come back with rough recognition and chilling fervor. New idea fight for consideration. Pushing aside the ever-present terror and fear for legal brief moments, the desire to relive those feelings come rushing in. In those instant, surrounded by the fear, was the recognition of fulfillment. fulfillment of pauperism that have been missing, vacant for so long. Could I adventure it, again ? Could I not ?

The mirror is my window into my soulfulness and desires. I have come to see the range of a function of myself as the real me, the me that demands to be released. And, that image is taunting me, challenging me, daring me. Her mamilla are extended, even for her. I spread my legs for her to demo me the cunt that enjoyed the dog. She smiles at me as her wooden leg spread. I see her cunt backtalk as plain as her nipples standing out proud and pleading to be touched. I see her move a manus to a nipple, pinching it and smiling at me as she does it.

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

I look into her eyes. I smiled at her and nodded my head 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 dismissal and pleasure !"

CHAPTER FOUR :

I returned to the Mungo Park a dyad more times, skipping a day mediate visits so as not to perk up suspicion from anyone, especially Prakash, if he should notice. The dog wasn't there. One day I spotted a stray dog in the distance, but after Sheru I didn't want to gamble on my safety device with a stray.

On the third visit, as I climbed up the incline from the path, I spotted a dog in the Saame location where I had seen Sheru go far before. This dog wasn't Sheru, however. This was a German shepherd, but it acted much the same 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 tone like a stray. I bent over and clapped my hands together, then patted my second joint hoping it would choose those natural action as indicant of my calling him. I didn't want to verbally call out to him for fear of drawing attending to me and my location.

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

I knelt on the reason and offered him the vertebral column of my hand. His sniffed it and allowed me to scratch his ear. Despite being a footling intimidated by German shepherd, this dog had an affectionate and playful disposition. Reassured by his posture, I looked closer at him and found he had the Lapp collar as Sheru's. The ribbon hanging from it read,"Balaji ”, which I knew meant impregnable. Looking at the a****l, I had no doubts about that.

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

‘ Yes, this telephone set is for you. I would wish to pass on with you through it.'

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

‘ An friend, 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 crotch hair with you. You have enjoyed him, haven't you ?'

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

‘ I told you, nada. I don't know who you are and won't try to find out. My entirely interest is in trying to help you.'

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

I burst out of the bushes and sprinted down the gradient to the path. I was still running when I arrived at the start of the trail. When I stopped to catch my breath and compose myself, I realized the telephone had buzzed several times. I opened it, again, finding a series of other text messages. I quickly shut the headphone, jammed it into a cover sac of my jeans and left the Park.

I buried the phone in one of my shoes in the back of my closet. I ignored it for the balance of the day and Nox. I had to decide what I wanted to do. Did I need to project now for the pip ? What could I possibly plan ? If I was exposed, I would be exposed. What possible account or level could I cook up to explain away such a revelation ?

I fretted all through dinner, the even and throughout the Night. I tossed and turned, getting minuscule kip as my mind imagined all form of opening, all bad. All through the watch over day, eve, and night, it was only marginally better. The day after I began thinking the person on the other phone might not have meant impairment to me, after all. Then, another dreadful thought came to me. He had purchased both phones. Couldn't he use the built-in GPS to chase after the phone I had ? How did that oeuvre ? Was that mapping he could oversee or did he need to go through the cellular phone service to get that information ?

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

It was the finish one sent before I shut the phone off. The other text edition he sent were enquiring if I was still there. Obviously, I wasn't. I sat down to believe this through. All those encounter were with his Canis familiaris and he had been cognizant of it and continued to contribute his weenie for me to chance. Never had he approached or intruded. If he was there somewhere, he was a long way off. He never was closing curtain decent to see into the bushy area where I was and was never visibly nigh when I left. Maybe he didn't want anything. Maybe he really didn't intend to irrupt on my concealment by finding out who I was. I wondered, then, what did he mean by ‘ my solely interest group is in trying to facilitate you'?

I prepared a text message and sent it. ‘ What did you mean you only want to try to aid me ?'I was expecting there would be a delay to get a answer since I had waited several daylight. Instead, the phone buzzed almost instantly.

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

‘ Why are you doing this ?'

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

‘ The first time when I shrieked ?'

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

‘ What did you retrieve might be happening ?'

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

‘ And ?'

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

There was a intermission, an electronic silence 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 dialog, like it was flipping a switch inside me. Before I knew what I was doing, my fingers were flying over the piffling keys.

‘ He fucked me. Your dog fucked me.'

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

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

‘ But ?'

‘ I orgasmed and the knot pressed inside.'

‘ That's when you cried out.'

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

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

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

‘ Yes. 11:00.'

I shut the telephone set and powered it off. My manpower were shaking. I put the telephone set inside my running game shoes I would be wearing tomorrow. Now I have person pimping his dogs to me ? I walked to the mirror in the bedroom and removed my clothes. I looked into the center of my image.

"He's sending his domestic dog to you to love. He's sending his weenie to you to fuck."I looked down at her breast to retrieve the mamilla becoming more erect, straining outward. I parted my legs and she duplicated the movement. Her lip were already glistening with her arousal."You really are a dog-bitch, aren't you ? Even if all you can get is dog-cock, it is dear enough."Her eyes were sparkling, her mouth turned into a smile, and her head nodded.

I was giddy when I arrived at the Park and made my way to the location within the brush I had been using for my outdoor playing with the dogs. I noticed as I left the principal path that my visits up the gradient had begun wearing a faint itinerary into the wild supergrass. As I approached the cluster of brush and small Tree that formed my sequester spot, I looked up to the ridge above and checked my watch. It was only a few min before 11:00 AM. I surveyed around me, checking into the distances, and was satisfied there was nobody else who might weave nearby.

I heard a barque and I looked in the counseling of the sound to find a magnanimous dog like to Balaji and the figure of speech of a man against the ground 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 pick out his lineament, therefore, he could not discern mine. Still, though, seeing the man I had been texting sent a shiver through my body as I watched the dog glide slope. The impact of the alteration in the position hit me fully. The dog approaching me belonged to the man up on the hill who had arranged this time for all of us to be in the same berth. And, the only ground for that agreement of time was for me to be mounted by his dog. There was no longer any mystery about it. It wasn't a question of if there was an proprietor of the dog. There was an owner of the dog, and he was right there on the hill.

I turned, stooped, and stepped into the area of skirmish and little Tree. A moment later, the dog followed me. I was already kneeling when he came right to me. As I stroked his head and neck, I checked his pinch and tag. It was the same German language Shepherd, Balaji. He sat in front of me. I stroked him and, not knowing any former way, used the same approach to him that I had with Sheru. I slowly worked my hand onto his side of meat and belly, then down by his sheath with a few ‘ inadvertent'glancing cutaneous senses along the side of the sheath. He reacted the same as Sheru, a slight flinch, but zilch Sir Thomas More. With my face alongside his, I was intent on what my hand was doing underneath him so I was surprised to get a prospicient, wet lick over the side of my face. I turned my face directly to him and closed my middle as he began licking my cheek. It was at that moment that I took hold of his case and the cock inside.

The tip of his rooster was already poking out and the precum coming from it provided the lubrication I needed to begin stroking his tool as it escaped the protective covering of the sheath. In moments, there was adequate cock exposed I felt it was commodity. I stood in front line of the dog and opened my jeans. I pried off my running brake shoe, then pushed my blue jean and pantie down my legs. Strange how doing this in front of the dog caused a self-aware feeling as if he were a individual who might pass judgment or survey what I was showing him. I don't think he was, but he seemed to be appreciating what was happening because his cock grew from the sheath another inch or so.

Naked now below the waist, I went to my hands and knees in front of him. As I could have predicted with even my limited experience, his tongue first went to my puss and ass, licking me various times. It felt marvelous, the natural language gliding over my wet cunt lips. It took a dog to give care to my slit with lip and tongue. I giggled at what the dog was willing to do for me that my husband would never look at. I moaned at the thought of what was to follow shortly and that it took click to generate me swagger after all these years.

I reached back with a hand to advertise his snout away and pat my ass, hoping to have him jump on me. After a few tries, he did, jumping onto my cover, his furry belly on my bare ass and lower back. I remembered in conclusion fourth dimension and slipped a hand between my legs and with a picayune assistance from me, he with driving his cock into my cunt with lupus erythematosus abominable stabbing. I gasped loudly at the insight and followed that with deep moans of satisfaction as the putz quickly began thrusting, the frantic fucking that, again, took my breathing spell away.

Balaji was firm and more strong-growing than Sheru had been. It took some getting used to, but it became thrilling and wild. I found all I could do was plant my knees and hands into the ground and concord myself steady against his onslaught. His parent feet shifted as he attempted to advance better footing and leverage with which to drive his prick into his new bitch. I pressed back against him, holding a steady and fast position for him to love against. And, it was what I became, a squawk. I realized my mouth was emitting a steadfast flow of low, guttural moans, gasp, and groan. I heard nothing but the auditory sensation coming from my mouth, the oink and panting from the dog, and the squishing of our pairing organs, his cock drive into my wet and drooling cunt. If anything was happening outside the brush aegis, I had no awareness of it and, at the consequence, I could have cared less.

It was as if all the foiling and need from the eld of being ignored was being pushed out of my dead body with each frenetic, frenetic thrust. It wasn't that Sheru hadn't been as good fucking me, but I hadn't been released for him. I was still unquiet, tentative, and self-aware. This time, I came prepared to give up myself, to fully give myself to whatever dog was brought to me. There was no doubt, care, or wondering about a dog on this sojourn. I knew there would be a dog. The owner who I was communicating with would suffer one here for me. I came knowing I was going to fuck a dog. And, I was. Gloriously and with abandon.

The knot 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 emphatic in his approach. He stretched me. The small experience I had was sufficient, though, to understand what was happening and what was going to happen later. I was like an a****l, myself. I wanted more, all, everything. I teased myself in the mirror of being a bitch, a loose woman. But, the communications 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 bechance later, would happen. Now, though, now I was going to be thoroughly fucked and tied to Balaji, be his squawk. What was happening to me ? How could I care ? At that moment, the gnarl stretched me plenty to pop into my slit, filling me, pressing his cock deeper into my cunt.

The dog pulled back to pound into me, but his movement was constricted. The real core, though, was pressing his knot firmly, roughly against that spot inside me and I exploded. My entire physical structure seemed to react. The orgasm shook my limbs, my stomach twitched, my toes curled, my cunt clasped around the shaft and mile inside. My scalp tingled and I shivered from my invertebrate foot to my head.

I was no sooner coming down from that explosive orgasm and I felt his stopcock spasm and jerk inside me. I pulled away from him as I felt his cum jet rich inside. I wasn't trying to get away. My organic structure, if not my brain, connected to that post inside me and the air mile inside me. I pulled, jamming my hips up, cramming his air mile against that berth. I came, again.

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

I heard that phone bombilation. I dug it out of my denim and opened it. There were repeated texts from him.

‘ Stay where you are. Let Balaji occur out first. somebody heard you. I will unhinge 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 slip my panties and dungaree on. I marveled, again, at the amount of cum that dogs gave. I put my shoe on and stretched my head up to find a man slowly, curiously, stepping off the path in my guidance. I got Balaji to stand and pushed him through the Bush. As soon as he was seeable, 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 early direction to witness the funny man watching the dog, then returning to the path.

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

CHAPTER FIVE :

All the thrilling experiences and emotional chills of doing them in the Park paled in comparability to the finally experience. And, it had little to do with Balaji or Sheru. But, knowing that the man, the owner of the dogs, was there, watching and aware beam my reactions over the top. It wasn't just that I thought he might be around somewhere ; or, that someone might be shady by my move up the pigswill ; or, somebody might listen something unusual. No, it was all of them … in spades. When I got the text edition warning me about the man on the path who heard my cry, it scared me to my Congress of Racial Equality. But, as strange as it might fathom, it also excited me. That the man, the owner, was on the incline above waiting and observance, fully aware and encouraging of me being mounted by his dog, was beyond anything else. The fucking was wonderful. The emotional response to the setting took my orgasmic reaction to another level.

After that experience, the texting substance became more personal. He was emboldened by my expression of gratitude and my responses to the emboldened comments became effusive. He asked me how it felt during the fucking by the wiener ; what the knot felt like ; how very much cum they shot into me. Initially, it was a combination of intrusive and humiliating, but I couldn't stop myself from responding back to him with response that soon became detailed and expressed the excitement I had felt.

As I shared in some detail about the impression of the burl stretching my twat to accede or cash in one's chips, about the watercourse of dog-cum draining from my bitch after, about the feeling of the dog's fur on my bare lower back, he started asking personal motion, not about the act but about my intimate experience. I quickly discerned that he assumed my sexual experience must have been blanket that I was venturing into using strange dogs. When I confessed that I had been mostly naïve and only accidentally fell into eye tooth natural action, he became more connive and honed his motion deeper into my life. Since we were using texting, this physical process was time-consuming with cut expressions for description.

The weird affair was, after a couple of days of confidant sharing, I felt somehow connected to him and my answer to him began reflecting that feeling.

‘ Are you naked ?'

‘ No.'

‘ Do you have a dildo or vibrator ?'

‘ Yes.'

‘ Before you type another word, strip 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 metier background. 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 sound and did exactly as he requested without any debate or hesitation. How did his commanding authority and my willing acceptance develop so quickly and naturally ?

After cumming, I lay on the bed with the dildo softly buzzing in my cunt, allowing my orgasmic reception to ebb slowly from my physical structure. I described to him in detail how it made me feel and how I had used the toy. I told him about taking it out on occasion to beseech the vibrating head against my engorge clit. I told him how I squeezed, pinched, and distorted my teat while driving the dildo in and out of my sloppy cunt-hole. I told him how my legs shivered as I arched my pelvis into the air at the moment my orgasm crashed over me, how the electrical tingle coursed from my cunt to my clit, up my stomach to my tits and nipples.

His answer indicated how pleased he was with my compliance and my verbal description. He then told me to be in the Park, the same place, at 11:00 AM the future day. I noted, with high spirits and fervor, he didn't ask me this time. He told me. I couldn't believe how excited that made me find. I wasn't seeking, gambling, hoping any farseeing. Now, someone was assisting, arranging, conspiring, taking care. Even by text, it was a powerful influence over me.

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

‘ Are you skilled at sucking tool ?'

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

My god ! Where is he taking me ? What does he have got in mind for me ? His messages are as if he believes he has dominance 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 prospect, the brash assumption, the directness of his approach.

I made my way up the slope to my ‘ enigma'location. As I drew nearer to it, I looked up the slope to the spot I had seen the man appear go 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 ridge to do it me ? ! ? But, yes, that was how I felt. Disappointed. Then, I heard a barque and I watched intently. What I saw was a much smaller dog bounding over and through the baseless grass and zigging and zagging around small bushes. Then, I saw him, the man, the owner, as he appeared behind the dog. He even waved to me this time.

I was queer watching the dog bounding to me. How is it all the dogs seem to know they are intended for me ? I shake the persuasion and refocus on the dog. I now see it is a Fox Terrier, about 15 column inch tall compared to the 24 or 25 inches tall High German Shepherd. I wondered why he chose such a small dog this time, then remembered his instruction for me to fellate cock. Maybe that was the reason. He was providing a smaller tool since it was my maiden time. I wasn't sure enough how I felt about this man who seemed to manipulate and orchestrate my sexual fundamental interaction. No … I knew how I felt. I felt aroused to the point of possibly soaking my blue jean in the genital organ !

I felt his telephone bombilation in the backwards scoop of my dungaree. I look up at the man. He has his hand raised and I am guessing the telephone set in his hand. I opened the phone and checked the text.

‘ Don't forget to suck. I thought a smaller dog might be better for you the offset 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 expanse, finding cipher watching or near, and stepped into the enclosed space protected by George Herbert Walker Bush and small trees. The dog followed me and sat at my feet, his empennage wagging furiously as he looked up at me. I dropped to my knee and smothered him in hugs and pets. His tail wagged even faster and his tongue began to seek bare skin on my face and weapon system to figure out. I giggled. His licks are a reminder of how I am to use my rim and mouth. I shivered. I never felt my husband's cock in my mouth and a dog's putz will be the first.

Although I saw the man with the dog, I find myself checking the pinch. It is very standardized to the I worn by Sheru and Balaji. This one has a tag indication, ‘ Jhony ’. I put my mouth close to his chief and rustling,"Jhony, I am very happy to meet you. I hope you don't think badly of me, but I am going to do something for you, I have never done. Keep that in brain, will you ? I've never done it before so I might not do it very well."His glossa swiped my face over my lips and nose. I giggled."Then you can fuck, okay ?"I didn't expect a response, but he licked me, again. I took that as an agreement being established. A lady friend 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 panties. I wanted to be make for him. I patted the solid ground and managed to get him to lay on his face. I pushed him partially on his backbone and stroked his belly. He raised his head and looked at me, then my deal as it moved closer to his case. Then he put his head back down. I wondered if these dogs had ever experienced a human female person before. Or, maybe they are just that well trained.

As my fingers grazed along the side of meat of his sheath, the cherry-red tip came out. I smiled. It was already obvious how much smaller this hammer was going to be. It might even be smaller than Prakash's stopcock. I had to suppress a laugh. It now seemed hard to consider a cock smaller than his. That might birth been nasty, but both other weenie had cocks that seemed very large in comparison.

I bent over, putting the side of my side into Jhony's belly fur, the tip of his cock peeking out from the cocktail dress. I poked my lingua out touching the tip. I pulled my tongue back when I felt some liquidity on the tip. It didn't taste bad. It was something coming from the dog's pecker, a lubrication perhaps. I giggled. Something More to investigate through the cyberspace. Or … maybe the man would know. What kind of discussion would that be ? Asking a man I didn't know about the all right pointedness of a dog's pecker I had been sucking. I suppressed another laugh.

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

I started sucking, not just mouthing, the cock. The more I sucked, the more of that liquid state came from the tip into my mouth. Soon I had enough to swallow. I sucked harder. I wanted more. I slid my back talk down the length of the divulge tool until I felt the fur of the sheath on my lips. There was about four inches of cock in my sassing. I giggled, again. I had four column inch of rooster in my sassing and I was going to lie with it, too.

As soon as the thought passed through my mind, I knew I had to do it. I sat back on my heels, petting the dog. He raised his head to appraise me, sensing something different was about to happen. I turned on my knees and dropped to my hands and started patting my ass to promote him to climb on. By this gunpoint, I was assuming all the man's dogs were associate with fucking if only with dog-bitches. Maybe I was their only human-bitch. I needed to know. I would ask him. A mirthful feeling passed through me and I understood it immediately. I wanted to be their merely human-bitch.

The dog stood and came to my ass, and like the other two detent before him, his neb went first to my ass. His tongue lapped at my ass. I spread my knees further opening a wider place between my thighs and I was rewarded with his tongue sliding over my disclose cunt from my clit to my asshole. His glossa seemed to hit my button more regularly than I remembered of the others in this position and it may stimulate had to do with his shorter height and better angle, at least better from my perspective.

I patted my ass to get him mount me. He jumped up, his rise peg churning to take in my back and I realized my ass was too high up for him. I squatted down a little and he got on top of me, his hips thrusting at me, probing with his cock for my cunt-hole. It slid inside before my hand got back to assist him and I gasped. Even much flimsy than the other dogs, it was still a good cock to me. In fact, it wasn't much different than I remembered of Prakash's shaft back when he did come to me. Even a minuscule cock from a dog took my breathing time away. Its urgency and vigor immediately applied by the dog as it enters and addition hold, driving deep in the first few thrusts.

This time, though, the peter, which was beginning to impart me surprising pleasure pulled out. Like Sheru the number 1 metre, he walked around me frustrated. I lowered my ass further to the priming and encouraged him with both pets and verbal cooing. He came to my ass, again, taking my backrest quicker and prosperous with my ass lower and thrust at my organic structure. I slipped my hired hand between my legs to attend him but got the surprise of my life-time before I found his tool with my hand. His cock, coated with my snatch juice, hit my asshole on one poke and entered on the sec. I cried out, never having ever been penetrated there before. The first jab teased my rumple jam with the tip parting my sphincter, the second followed immediately by forcing it to open wider so the end of the cock was just inside. I gasped and gulped my breaths at the sensation of being penetrated there, wanting my torso to accept or reject the violation. My body didn't have much to say about it, though. The dog, being a dog, followed the initial partial incursion with an additional quick stutter of the poke, driving the imbed cock deep into my anal passage.

I cried out, again. Now, it was more than just the tip inside me. Now, some of the fatter part of the prick had spread the sphincter wider, opening my passage for complete insight. But, it hurt. That constituent of my organic structure wasn't used to the insight and stretching. I wanted my soundbox to feature metre to adjust, but I felt the dog pull back slightly for another poke as he also adjusted his grip around my waist, holding me besotted and aligning himself to go into full phase of the moon shtup musical mode. I reach back in the hopes of holding him unfaltering for just a few minutes, but my reaction was too slow. He thrust back into me and followed it with a stream of rapid-fire humping. It didn't seem to bother him that he was in the haywire hole.

I dropped my head and chest to the priming coat, resting my frontal bone on my folded forearms, my ass sticking up in the air with the Terrier perched precariously, his lift feet barely having enough adhesive friction to maintain his powerful fuck. God, even a small dog fucks like a lunatic !

He was now in full mode of dog roll in the hay. After my limited and very Recent epoch experience, I already knew what that was. It was a ride that had to be experienced and not explained and each time I had experienced it I was thrilled by it. He pulled and squeeze his cock out and into my ass as if he were fucking my cunt. After the initial discomfort that followed the initial sharp infliction, I loved what I was experiencing. In my judgment, it flashed before me that I now had two gob for fucking. Then, a smile took over my human face as I braced myself for the continuing onslaught. No, not two mess. I had now sucked my first shaft, too. I now had three holes for cock.

null outside of the dog and the new wiz emanating from my anal transit was reaching my conscious psyche. The only affair in the world at the import was the dog's peter in my ass. So, I was very mindful when I felt the extrusion of something outside my asshole, something larger pressing to enter. The grayback. Could my ass also take a nautical mile ? I wouldn't have thought it could take a hammer, but here I am actually enjoying it.

The greyback pressed at my opening and for a minute my intellect wasn't sure what it wanted to do about that, as if it had a lot to say about it at such a here and now of extreme excitement and stimulus. While the nous was carrying on a bedevil debate with itself, the consistence was already in action. It pressed back against the pressure being applied to it, the sphincter slowly but steadily spreading with the constant and insistent pressure. The grayback was probably small compared to the other two dog, but it might have been the width of their magnanimous cocks so when it stretched me to the tip of almost entering, I felt like I would be torn and I couldn't think of a worse place to be torn. The instant reaction was flinching away from it, but it was too late and the dog was too determined. He had his leg wrapped around me and his strength and determination to mate surprised me. He pulled me back to him as he pressed himself to me and the knot plunged into my passage. I cried out, again.

It wasn't until by and by that it would even occur to me how a lot noise I had been making. At the time, I was lost in my own short bubble of existence and that bubble only contained Jhony and me deep in the bond of mating.

I felt his cock and burl grow in every way inside me. The fit was so fast I could experience everything as his abbreviated virgule continued, his pre-cum leaked, and his tool grew in anticipation of pending climax. I could feel he was confining to cumming and I desperately wanted to share it with him. The sensation of anal retentive screw was different with less place stimulant to the alkali erogenous zones. I slipped a paw underneath, my fingerbreadth going to my clitoris and puss. The fingers alternated between strumming the clit and plunging into my cunt. The digit actually pressed up and felt the cock and mi in my ass through the slim down tissue layer dividing the chambers.

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

We were securely tied. Once my sexual climax ebbed, my psyche returned to contain charge and immediately, quietly, internally, swore a terrible blue-streak at my body for getting us into this mess. 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 naught had changed, I began to become worry. I had been shocked at the initial intrusion, then by the international nautical mile entering me and what that took. But, when it happened, my body was in the throes of being overwhelmed with forcible and mental stimulation. Now, I was cognizant … and tense. And, the tautness wasn't helping to discharge the knot.

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

My attempts to relax my own body, though, failed completely and abruptly when outdoors my slight enclosure of brush, I heard the low voices of mass too ending to be on the nerve pathway below. I held my breath to listen more intently as if that would help oneself. The dog behind must sustain heard the sounds, too, because he suddenly became more agitated, pulling with more intent, his paws fighting the ground to pull us apart. This time when I reached back to him, my efforts to quieten him had desperation behind it. I could learn the vocalism coming closer and I felt the dog moving one direction, then the other nervously.

I became terrified. The picture of being outside was part of the thrill, heightening all the early feel. This was too close, though. This was too much like feeling the inevitability of being caught at what I was doing. This was too practically like seeing the end of my unafraid liveliness as I knew it. I desperately stroked and soothed the dog. He calmed some with my attending, standing with this buttocks end against mine as I went to just my knees, straightening my body to caress his body.

Suddenly, the multitude outside go away, but not really. They had stopped. And, they weren't far from where I was. I heard one distinctly tell the others he thought he heard something, something like a dog whimpering. I stroked the dog reassuringly. Soon, the people resumed their walking and their voices became very close. They couldn't have been Sir Thomas More than 20 feet away from where I was knotted to the dog. Then it became quieter, but I could still pick up the interpreter fade away. They seemed to make turned their steering to the ridge above where I was. Then, it was quiet around me, again.

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

In the relaxing manner I put myself in, I must birth been able to relax more than I imagined as the dog pulled mightily and the knot stretched my ass and popped out. I then allowed my entire body to collapse to the primer. I was lying in the waste skunk and dirt, my tee shirt pushed up against my mamilla, More than half of my body nakedly pressed in poop, grass, twigs, and leaves.

My heart burst into a race, again, when the dog seemed to explode through the brush next to me. I could learn him bark as he ran. The bark were the sort that sounded like a greeting. Then, I heard the pennywhistle of its possessor. And, the sounds faded away.

CHAPTER SIX :

I needed a day to decompress after that final experience. Even Prakash noticed a modification in me. Well, variety of. What he noticed was that I was distracted and less responsive to his inane raillery about his study. That man, if he only understood anything about me …

Instead of making me experience that I had not attended to him properly, though, his reaction to me spurred me to evaluate and understand what had happened in the ballpark. I was curious about some aspects of what happened. A meter before he had warned me that a man on the way was stopped and listening. This fourth dimension, though, when a grouping of people left the course and walked near where I was, he didn't provide any admonition. Had he left ? I didn't think so. This man was receiving a vicarious turmoil in his ability to attend me so I didn't think he would vacate that and leave. Even if he wasn't seeing the actual act, he would want to be nearby.

After Prakash left for work on the daybreak of the 2d day, I resumed communication with the man. I opened the phone while walking to the vauntingly window in the living room so I could peer over the other buildings to the East and see the ballpark 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 intimate information and my easygoing, trusting compliance with his proposals, the full term ‘ Sir'had slipped into my references to him. I didn't even use that to Prakash. I put the headphone down on a tabular array, quickly removing my churidar kurta I had selected for the day since I was going grocery shopping in the break of the day. I resumed my position in front of the window, not because he requested it, he didn't, but because it returned the tactile sensation of picture and risk, even if it now seemed much to a lesser extent hazardous that things I had been doing.

The texts went back and Forth with some occasional delays on his end. I felt he was distracted by natural process on his end, but he made no suggestion of me waiting until later. I apologized for interrupting him, but he insisted it was alright if I didn't listen some break in the texts. I asked him about the group of people and no monition from him.

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

There was a pause. I really didn't want to respond to that. I felt like he let me down. I thought what he was doing was also providing some supporting, weather eye. As a result, I had begun letting my precaution 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 the great unwashed to walk past you and lecture and hypothesize 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 messaging, I have learned that a big part of what you found thrilling was the risk of exposure. Your strong-arm experiences were going to be limited. You were, are, a frustrate wife. Seeking some stratum of exhibitionistic frisson was how you began. The wiener were unplanned, unexpected, but the experience with them was enhanced by the risk factor. True ?'

‘ True.'

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

‘ I was knotted. I was completely incapacitated. Even more, Jhony's cock slipped into my ass, not my snatch. I had no approximation how long it might choose for him to pull out of my pie-eyed ass. I had to worry about keeping Jhony tranquillity and calm so the people wouldn't hear our struggle of being tied.'

‘ But … how did it all feel ?'

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

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

‘ You excite me. Helping you experience these things is exciting. I am not a Danton True Young man. I have been alone for quite some fourth dimension. You are allowing me to feel things I have not for a very foresightful time.'

Another pause. I gave him time. There was more he was working out, I could finger it.

‘ May I think of other things for you ?'

I didn't pause. ‘ YES ! Yes, Sir.'

‘ Will you tell me just your first public figure ?'

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

‘ I am delight you were excited. I am no-good about the scared part, but that is part of what excites you. Yes, you can trust me. I don't want to hurt you or compromise you. You are especial. I can avail you attain what you desire. What is your gens ?'

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

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

‘ No, not until lately maybe.'

‘ You mean since this excitement has come into your lifespan ? What happens if your husband begins to oppugn your change ?'

I didn't acknowledge how to respond to that question. If, and that might be a big if, my husband did notice a modification in my behavior, what would he think ? Maybe, he would simply be relieved and not question it, at all. Our honorable communication had been so bad for so recollective, I really had fiddling way of guessing.

‘ I don't know what the result to that is, Sir. I have to deal my show around him, I think. Anything he notices might be explained by my hiking in the Mungo Park, an advance in my physical being ?'He agreed that would be honest. ‘ Sir, I am curious about the frankfurter. You said they are scantling heel, have they been with other woman before, too ?'

I heard him laugh softly at the dubiousness. ‘ Why do you ask that, Deepti ? Say it plainly, dear. Tell me why you ask.'

He suspected my reason, I could feel it. Oh God, could I really admit such a thing ? He didn't crack the developing secretiveness. He was very skilled in longanimity, making me feel the nervousness of silence.

‘ I am wondering if I am their first and only woman to eff. Am I their entirely human-bitch ?'He didn't respond. More silence. I asked the dubiousness, but he knew there was more emotion, desire behind it that I hadn't yet admitted. I gulped in air and plunged ahead, ‘ Sir, am I their only woman-bitch ? It would be so shake up to be their alone woman-bitch. The thought of being their squawk has become very exciting.'

I could hear the pleasure 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 idea more than human sex. You would rather be fucked by the click than by men. Dogs satisfy you in a way you don't think men ever could. You would take away more than endangerment, do almost anything to enjoy dog-cock Thomas More and more.'

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

He had asked permission to order something new and different for me to experience after the scare in the Park. I had quickly given him my approval. I had quickly pronounced my desire to be a kick for his dog-iron. I had even let slip that my desire for the experiences was pushing me to do whatever he wanted me to do. I felt like I was somehow sitting on a untamed garden rocket ride, I was blasting into new realms of experience and strange opportunity. It was scary, but it was exhilarating.

While he was probably devising something different, though, I enjoyed a couple more trips to the common. One with Sheru and the other with Balaji. As sweet and cunning Jhony was, I did prefer the gravid hammer and air mile of the former two frump. The experience of being knotted in the ass, though, never left me and I knew I would want to experience that, again.

He was putting himself more and more in flush of these clash. On days when we didn't have something arranged for the Park, he might text me at some point during the day and give me an instruction. I was free to do it or not, he had no physical control over me, but I found myself always following his book of instructions. Some Day it was merely being naked the total day with clothes peg on my teat. Other multiplication, it might be standing naked in front of the big window while I used the dildo in my cunt until I orgasmed. That would learn many minutes and sometimes I found myself deliberately extending the exhibition, wondering the entire metre if someone might be in a construction somewhere to the east with opera glasses or scope. The thinking made it even more exciting and that, of course, was the objective.

He also changed how I was to snip on the arrange outing. From now on, he said in a text, I was to only tire out sarees. He didn't want to see me in jeans and tee-shirts, anymore. If he did, he would not release the dog. That threat did exert some control over me, but it was unnecessary, I would ingest complied, anyway. He was very specific about my medical dressing. Not only was it to be only a sari with a form-fitting top, but there would be no underwear and no half-slip. Additionally, when I was with the dogs, I was to also remove my top. Those next times when I fucked the dogs, I was completely nude in the parkland. As the frank pounded me from behind and I was on my hand and genu, I marveled at how my knocker swung beneath me when they were free to move. It was thrilling to imagine someone seeing them moving like that.

The new requirement for dressing added a big psychological burden, too. Not only being completely naked but getting dressed again would be dull. There would be no way of getting dressed quickly if mortal should intrude. Wrapping a saree takes hour, anywhere from 7 to 10 instant depending on conditions and how lucubrate the dr****g is. And, without a petticoat to make the rapier into, it would be slightly dissimilar using the rap. If something happened, I wasn't going to be able to get appareled quickly, anymore. That wasn't a insidious change and it was quite dramatic.

The foremost time with Sheru with the saree went just okay. I got there and Sheru came down. I waved to the man and he waved back. Although I heard people on the way, they remained on the way of life and there was no tension. The secondly time was with Balaji and it went the like way right up until the end, then I almost died.

The day was almost perfect. One of those days that don't seem real in a big, over-populated, industrial environment like Mumbai. The skies were clear, the breeze was gentle off the sea, and a low front had sucked away much of the humidity. After Balaji pulled his wonderful knot from my cum filled cunt, I lay on the solid ground satisfied and fulfilled. The dog came to my cattle ranch legs and lapped at my leaking puss causing me to moan and sigh with further expiation and pleasure. I sat up to pet him in thanks when we both heard the man pennywhistle. Balaji turned to run from the Vannevar Bush and his paw caught the fabric of my saree. By the sentence I saw my saree leaving the scrub attached to the dog, I had two beat of material to grab before it was all gone. My reaction, though, right after an orgasm was deadening. I had to derail through the Dubyuh after the dog, landing with my upper half outside the bushes to grab the end of the 5-meter duration of material. The man must get recognized what was happening and yelled for the dog to discontinue. I pulled on the fabric and dislodged the material, crawling back into the bushes and pulling the cloth in behind me.

I stood to wrap the sari around me when I heard voices of concern on the path below. I heard the man coming down from the slope reassuring the multitude that everything was alright, he had just lost the location of the dog. When they questioned what the dog had been pulling, he quickly made up a storey of the sun reflecting off the waving grasses, despite almost no breeze. It bought me sufficiency time to get dressed. I exited the bushes in the opposition focus and circled around. Another stopping point call, but very exciting. As I walked passed the masses, I could palpate the dog cum still leaking from my cunt.

Then, his next idea for me came. He said he had an idea I was certain to find very thrilling, titillating, and very exhibitionistic. He asked if I trusted him enough to have his driver pick me up from any locating I desired. He assured me he would protect my identity element and that his driver was really his personal and professional assistant. I told him I would be waiting at the due south end of the Sunder Nagar Garden. He told me the coloring and shuffling 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 front of me as he was heading to my left. The passenger window lowered.

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

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

"Swapnil Kolte, ma'am."He reached into the rider seat side by side to him and handed out a masquerade party that would cover my eyes and poke. I smiled, though he couldn't see it, and nodded. He exited the car and held the second door open for me. I put on the masque and slid into the back seat. I had no idea where we were going or what was awaiting me. I was anticipating a new location and another dog, though he never indicated so.

I started asking Swapnil questions about our destination, but he interrupted me. He punched some button on the dash and I heard the ringing of a phone on speaker unit. When it was answered on the other end, I was to get a line the voice of the man for the inaugural time.

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

"Thank you, Swapnil. Deepti, my name is Venkat Iyer. I have decided it might help you feel more procure if you know more about me than I know about you. I have a number of business organisation in the Mumbai region and you are headed to a distant part of one of those properties with Swapnil. I am actually semi-retired, which has allowed me the time to be so interactive with you. I am 62-years-old and widowed, I may have mentioned that already."There was a interruption and some muffled conversation in the background knowledge as though he was having a distinguish conversation."Sorry, dear. I needed to take concern 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 near future. How are you feeling about this, Deepti ? Do you have the mask on ?"

"Yes, Sir. Thank you."

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

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

"Yes, but I am afraid it won't mean anything to you. suffice it to say, the localization is outback, keep apart, but visible. I know that sounds contradictory, but it is dependable and it is important for the experience I have planned for you. will you intrust me, Deepti ?"

"Yes, Sir."It was even a petty 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, bid me back when you enter the western sandwich Expressway."Then, he was gone.

I didn't get quite as much selective information as I was hoping for. I was wearing a mask to protect my features, but Swapnil wasn't. He was in his tardy 20's, average altitude and shape. He appeared athletic and confident, though he was regardful to Mr. Iyer. Swapnil had curtly inglorious haircloth that was somewhat unrulily. He wore spectacles that were ordinary, not too stylish. He had a mustache and beard that was either new and growing out or he was having worry growing it. Several times as Mr. Iyer talked, I caught his center in the rearview mirror and was struck by the light in them. His smiling was across-the-board and real. He looked like someone I wouldn't mind spending fourth dimension with.

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

"Deepti, this is when you begin to evidence you really commit me. I want you to actuate into the center of the binding fundament, then quickly reveal your sari and remove your top."My mouth dropped and I stared at the location on the hyphen where his voice came from."Swapnil, what was her reaction ?"

"She might be in impact, Sir."

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

I was shaking my head, but my hands were already working to take out the saree. I had to wobble my perspective legion times to unwrap the 5 meters of material. Then, I looked into the rearview mirror, saw Swapnil glancing from the route to me and back to the road. I closed my heart and removed the top. I was sitting in the heart of the rearward seat of a car I had never been in before and driven by a man I had never met before. I saw the cars passing us and us passing them. We were approaching a irksome truck and I closed my eyes. I knew he could reckon good down into the car for a very well view of me if he happened to look. I kept my middle closed, but when I heard a hand truck sick next to me, I knew he happened to search and saw something he never expected.

Still reeling from what I was showing to trucker we were passing on a even cornerstone on the heavily traveled highway, I almost missed the next comment from Mr. Iyer.

"Dear, now slide your prat to the edge of the seat and spread your legs wide."

My eyes flashed up to the rearview mirror, which Swapnil had his left hand on set up to adjust. That sparkle in his optic shined even more. I fluidly took the position he instructed and never in my life felt more exposed to anyone. The only person EVER to have seen me in a attitude close to this was me in front of the mirror as I looked for elbow room to throb myself in onanism. Now, Swapnil, an attractive man I just met, had adjusted the mirror for quick glances to love the sentiment displayed to him through the two bucket seats in front.

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

"Simply beautiful, Sir. I love the face of her puss. The lips are parted and the interior lips clearly show. The lips and her cunt exposed inside are glistening with her juices."His eyes showed his smile had increased. I hadn't realized my handwriting had moved down my consistence to my slit. When I did realize it, I pulled them back, my entire soundbox flushing deeper than it already had been. Just then, there was another honk from a trucker. I closed my eyes."Sir, she is a sexual goddess, I think. Her finger's breadth moved to her pussycat, but when she realized it, she pulled them away."

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

"A sexual goddess. You may truly be castigate about that, Swapnil. Deepti, until you arrive at the goal, I want you to actively and intentionally jack off with your fingers. If you can, I want you to orgasm. Use your cunt, clitoris, and mammilla. Do whatever it takes. Let those truck driver 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 ascertain them. The feel was unbelievable. The conversation about my eubstance, really only my cunt, caused me to feel so sexual, wanton, base, obscene, and objectified. Those might not ordinarily be great things to find about yourself, but I knew my cunt was spread encompassing unresolved and leaking my secretion freely. I knew my mamilla were set up and spectacular, too. My finger's breadth opened my hole wider for Swapnil, then my eyes rose to the mirror and we made eye liaison. I smiled at him, my lips parting with my glossa licking them. I felt obscene. It was so thrilling with my photo to Swapnil, the truck driver 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 rutted road, which caused me to sit straighter to see where we were. As I did, the car rolled to a stop in front of a tall chain-link fence and locked gate. Swapnil got out, unlocked the gate, push the car through, then closed and relocked the gate. He then drove into what looked like deserted, fresh prop. The car bounced over two lot of railroad trail, then came to a stop.

Swapnil redialed Bluetooth phone and Mr. Iyer came back on the tune."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 time for you, so enjoy."And, he was gone. I wanted to protest. I had agreed to survey all of his instructions because I thought there would be a dog here for me to delight. I wanted to object, but he was gone. I looked up at Swapnil who was watching me intently.

Swapnil stepped out of the car and opened the back doorway. Clearly, he expected me to exit the car nude. As I did, I surveyed the area around the car. Besides the railroad line caterpillar track nearby, the Western pike roared with dealings on a yearn bridge nearby and above. I could clearly see passengers in machine and truck on the bridge 10 or 15 meters above us. In presence of the car was an expansive water organisation, which caused the need for the bridge in increase to the railroad tracks. On the other side of the water people working, some of them in the water. Swapnil saw where my centre were and commented that it was an experimental rice-patty. The the great unwashed were close plenty that I could tell apart which were men and which were adult female by their frock and movement. It seemed everywhere I looked, there was some potentiality for being seen. And, Swapnil walked me naked to the edge of the water. I was unquiet but he instructed me to keep my hands at my side of meat. He put me in a item direction and I could see that I was exposed to both the bridge and the Elmer Rice workers at the Saame 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 masque, this one ignominious, and placed it over his amphetamine side. He was wearing nice slacks and a fastened long-sleeve shirt open at the neck, so when he unbuckled the swath on his quagmire, I quickly knew what was expected, though I had never done it for a man. I knelt on the soil solid ground in strawman of him, loosened the slacks and overstretch 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 cock under his wearing apparel, I discarded any concerns about the mask. His limp, uncircumcised cock was the size of my married man's hard one. It hung in social movement of me and my mind and heart had no early condition than experiencing it, touching it, feeling it on lips and in my mouth.

I had been given the experience of sucking cock with the andiron. Now, I was going to receive sucking man-cock, as well. And, it wasn't my muggins married man. Mr. Iyer was deliberate and intentional in providing me with varied experiences, as he promised. My letdown at not having a dog was replaced with the circumstance of new experiences. Clearly, Mr. Iyer didn't concern himself as much with my approval or acceptance beforehand as much my following his direction. That realisation that he was taking command was mollified by the recognition that my response to him was to comply with whatever he directed.

My hired man seemed to run out on its own until it grasped the tool. I looked up at Swapnil and found him watching me intently. He had positioned me very deliberately and that seemed peculiar in the cover of my idea, but I was so sharpen on the cock in figurehead of me I didn't put much thought into why. I leaned forward and licked the underside of his cock. I could sense it actuate just from that simple action. I lifted it and licked along the length of it. When I reached the top, I pulled the foreskin back to expose the head, opened my mouth and took it inside, sucking on the head, swirling my tongue over it. I did this natural process repeatedly, licking the length, exposing the nous and taking it into my mouth. Soon, the reaction from my movement gave me the largest cock I had ever seen. The oral sex was pushed out from the foreskin, exposed and ready for me. I thought the andiron'pecker were big and they were compared to Prakash, but they weren't as big as Swapnil's. I wrapped one deal around the fundament and saw it was only covering about half the duration. I looked up and smiled, again. What would it be like to live something like this ?

Then, the doubtfulness about what was happening flashed into my mind. I was a married cleaning lady. I had a hubby. share of that conjugation was supposed to be a commitment of loyalty and fidelity. I had rationalized my way through each new stone's throw : the masturbation was self-pleasure ; the toy dog were still self-pleasure ; the click were not human so they didn't tally. But, now this was a man I was enjoying. By doing this, I couldn't rationalize it away. I was being disloyal and unfaithful to my vows of wedding and my hubby. But, I had had these like thought before, even before I knew what this experience might be. I had considered the possibleness that this might someday be presented as an opportunity. It was a natural advance, after all. In the cool here and now of consideration and analysis, I knew I would take the opportunity to again experience a man's prick that wasn't my husband's. I understood that taking that footmark, that opportunity, might add extra frustration into the wedlock, but the itinerary I had set myself on had produced that whether I took this additional step or not.

Another thoughtfulness came to my mind, though. My hubby's military action played into this, as well. I had learned accidentally that despite our tight finances, he was continuing to gamble and drink with his buddies. Night that he said he would be working, he was with his buddies. It was an accidental discovery and it had angered him tremendously when he had been caught in his lies. His 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 justify what I was doing, but he wasn't without some fault and responsibility.

With that determination and toleration, I became earnest in my efforts of pleasuring and experiencing the unvoiced cock in my hand and head teacher in my mouth. All Mr. Iyer said was that I would have man-cock today. I became diligent in satisfying Swapnil. It became important that he account back to Mr. Iyer that I had pleased him with my mouth and I was determined to choose 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 play, I may again be given one of his frump to experience.

I was so engrossed on the cock in my oral cavity I wasn't aware of a pregnant dissonance approaching. Then, the dissonance was patent. We were near the forked rail and it became obvious now why Swapnil had been careful in positioning us. The commuter railroad train was approaching from in front 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 raw woman on her knee joint sucking the man's cock.

I reacted to what was about to fall out by shifting while the dick was still in my mouth, but Swapnil kept me in post. I looked up at him just as the train engine flashed by with the dozen or so passenger machine behind it. I shook with chafe nerves, knowing that everyone on this English of the cars had a perfective tense view of me. This was why Swapnil had also put a fond mask over his eyes.

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

"Was that exciting ?"

"My God, yes ! My fear has been to be seen, that something terrible would happen as a resultant role. I was very definitely seen naked and sucking a man's stopcock who wasn't my husband, but cypher would be able in that ostentation of vision to know who I was."I looked at my sleeve."I'm still shaking."

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

I was puzzled, then aware. Not only was he giving me the opportunity to sop up his cock, but he was going to fuck me, too. He helped me up and I walked on frail and trembling legs to the car and was leaned over the cowling. He came up behind me and tapped my base on the inside to advance more than separation. I knew there was no issue with my cunt being ready, I could feel the moisture. After the earlier orgasm, sucking man-cock for the firstly fourth dimension ( and a large one ), and being surprised to be exposed to a commuter train train, I was gear up for anything, physically and emotionally.

He placed his cock at my cunt, rubbing the fountainhead up and down along the length of my lips, he found my kettle of fish and pressed in. I gasped at the feel of his expectant cock head, so dissimilar than the narrowing peter of the dogs. I moaned at the feel of it as he pressed his cock deeper into me, pulling out a few inch and pressing back in further until I felt his hips against my bare butt. I felt filled with cock. It was more than I could accept imagined. The knot is filling, but this was filling for the entire length and it was blowing my mind as he quickly settled into a smooth rhythm of fucking.

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

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

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

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

As the engine flashed by and the passenger elevator car after it, the haphazardness was deafening and drowned out my cry of delight and ecstasy as my climax crashed over me. When my dead body calmed some, Swapnil was still fucking me. I sensed some urging 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 warm metal of the car, the fucking making my tits rub over the surface. I slipped a hand between my torso and the car, rubbing my clit as the dick inside me pounded into me with ever new effect and intent. As I felt his prick erupt, spewing his cum into me, I spasmed around his cock, another orgasm taking cargo hold of my body.

CHAPTER sevener :

After the adventure with Swapnil, Mr. Iyer and I dispensed with the use of texting and accepted talking with the same earpiece. He continued to twit me with little challenges around the apartment and neighborhood. In the flat, I would put the phone on loudspeaker system and he would target me using his own imagination of what it looked like.

He seemed to be using the daylight immediately after the car ride for gentler caper and I had the opinion he was queasy about what my chemical reaction might be after that experience. I assured him that despite my initial letdown about not having a dog, I was fine with everything that had happened and desired more. I was intrigued by what his mind had come up with both in the Park and the recent experience. I finally was able to convince him I was uneasy to see more than of whatever he devised.

One day, he had me standing in strawman of the mirror using cartridge holder on my nipple and clit. They stung, but I told him I found it titillating and stimulating. Encouraged, he had me add more to my cunt lip. He then expressed his sorrow that he couldn't see what it looked like. I asked him for patience and awkwardly walked to the wardrobe to recover the camera. It had a timer function, which I set and placed on the dresser next to the mirror. I quickly turned toward the camera and I heard the clink. I checked the image and took a couple more, adjusting the angle. I took the camera to the computer, downloaded it, then uploaded the images to the telephone set. I sent him a text with two of the trope, one was a closeup of the cartridge clip on my cunt lips and clit. He was delighted, which made me pleased.

Later, I took the figure off the estimator, transferring the eternal sleep to the phone. As I busied myself with that task, it occurred to me how happy and fill I felt. I tried to take apart why I was feeling it so strongly and it seemed to be that there was a man in my life, even remotely, that appreciated my endeavour to satisfy him. A man I didn't really have it away very well was giving me a sense of expiation and achievement my own married man didn't seem open of giving me.

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

I started taking photograph of myself to institutionalise to him. It might just be a selfie in the mirror or a timed photo in some pose. I took a photo wearing a sheer saree with naught 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 go through that every day.

He came back with another suggestion for an experience with the car. I would be picked up at the same placement, I should wear the Sami outfit, and expect the use of the masque, again. I asked, but he would give no further details. He did not appear to be soul who was satisfied with duplicating the Sami experience twice in a row. Even in the Park, he used different blackguard or different annoyer. I didn't think the two times in the car would be a duplicate, either. He was going to provide something different and the closed book of that heightened the anticipation for me. I was sure this clock time would somehow admit a dog.

The car trip followed the same pattern as the first time. I was a petty discomfited to rule the car only had Swapnil driving. I had speculated that the something different this prison term might sustain been the participation and attending of Mr. Iyer. Not that there was anything about Swapnil that could cause any disappointment.

I was given the mask, which I put on as I seated myself into the backrest buns. As we approached the entranceway to the Western throughway, I caught Swapnil's eyes in the rearview mirror and he simply nodded. That seemed like a lot to assume from one late encounter, but I was anticipating the same instruction to get rid of my saree and top. I smiled at him, leaned forward to draw in the end of the saree 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 time than I had been the late time.

I thought about how to more easily remove the sari in the rachis prat of a moving car since the struggles of last metre. I shifted to my human knee on the border of the back behind with my hindquarters toward the straw man and pulling the bottom border above my human knee. I then was able to draw out the tuck from the belted ammunition around my waistline and let out the sari material from me. I piled the material against the left hand face of the posterior, the passenger side, and fell back into blank space in the center of the seat. I opened my leg wide to his gaze as he adjusted the mirror a little to a greater extent 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 naught ‘ simply'about you, Swapnil. I can already see that although you serve Mr. Iyer, it is not from a posture of impuissance, but perhaps from devotion or loyalty ?"

A voice intruded from the dash of the car. Unknown to me, the Bluetooth had been activated."You are even out, my love. Swapnil is far from a weak handmaiden. Although he does assist me, he is most importantly my most sure, and sometimes argumentative, professional advisor."

I smiled at Swapnil who had rolled his optic in deflection of the compliments about him. I asked,"What do you have in computer memory for me, today, Sir ? And, will I have the pleasure of meeting you, this sentence, too ?"

"You will have to wait, my dear. We wouldn't want to ruin the surprisal. 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 fingerbreadth."She has the most beautiful and wet twat, Sir."

There was a chuckle from the dah loudspeaker system,"I believe she uses the full term ‘ twat ’."I blushed stronger as Swapnil's eyes held mine for a moment. With all the chatter about me and my cunt, I didn't achieve an sexual climax this metre, but I was certainly fix for anything. In fact, besides hoping for a dog, I was hoping for another coupling with Swapnil. His hammer 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 littler and small roads, I sat up in anticipation of our goal. We were indeed approaching the same remote arena with the train rails. I noted by the clock on the style that the timing was very like to the previous time.

After opening the gate, driving through, reclosing the gate, and stopping the car in nearly the precise spot as last time, I accepted Swapnil handwriting as an assist in getting out of the spinal column hind end. I looked across the water to see citizenry working in the test Elmer Reizenstein Mickey. The bridge was still roaring with traffic and the train cartroad lay before us as if a reminder of what they could carry at any moment.

Swapnil came up behind me, slipped his coat of arms around my waist, and I leaned back into him. The concluding time it was all about the sexual act, there was footling assuage touch. This felt good. I knew very well I was going to be sucking and fucking him, again. Doing it all in public and exposed to those who might happen to see even if from too far a distance for recognition or too quickly passed for recognition. But, still, I was in this man's coat of arms, his hands slowly and gently moving over my naked front, one helping hand down toward my private parts but not quite reaching, the other cupping my tit before taking the nipple between his finger and ovolo. He squeezed the nipple and I mewed softly. He bent over so his early hand could reach down into my crotch, a finger slipping between the protruding lips. He raised the finger up to my mouth and I sucked my own succus off his finger's breadth. I turned my face up to him and we kissed.

I turned in his blazon and his hands caressed my binding to my tail. We continued to kiss and he picked me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his pelvic girdle. He walked me to the bonnet of the car effortlessly and set my butt down on the warm alloy. He laid me back across the bonnet and kissed from my lips to my throat, to my chest and tit. He spent minutes kissing and sucking my mammilla and teat. My back arched at the attending I had never before experienced. A man was loving my body !

When his kisses left my mammilla and descending down my stomach, I sighed, then sucked in a deep breath as it occurred to me what he might be leading to. As his lips and lingua steadily descended over my abdominal cavity and pubic agglomerate to the top of my pussy and clitoris, I moaned so loud I thought it might draw aid from the workers except for the thunder of the traffic above. He slid his custody underneath my human knee and raised them up, then pushed them apart. I raised my read/write head in utter electrical shock at what he was doing. His mouth was covering my dripping snatch, his clapper playing inside and out, flicking at my gourmandize clit, then covering that clit with his lips and sucking laborious. 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 ripe, too wonderful, too heavenly to require it to give up. 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 snatch was covered by ardent and attentive pleasuring and the next moment, it was gone. void and longing took its seat. I opened my middle, unfocused and directionless.

"Is she ready, Swapnil ?"

I looked between my spread out thighs to get hold an honest-to-goodness man standing alongside Swapnil whose eyes reflected lusty desire and readiness."Sir, I think she is always ready. The moment I touched her she was soaking wet."

I took it this was Mr. Iyer. Venkat Iyer looked every bit the successful businessman he claimed to be, but the respect and considerateness Swapnil showed him was an even big index to me than his appearance. He had a kindly, gentle, fatherly face. He looked to be in his early 60's and stood a few inches taller than Swapnil. He carried his weight unit well, but it was evident that a life of business enterprise and post had added some Ezra Loomis Pound to his frame. His whisker was quite Second Earl Grey and receding. He combed it neatly to his right side. A small mustache was below his nozzle. He wore wire-framed drinking glass. Like Swapnil, he wore impudent slacks and buttoned shirt open at the neck.

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

They had shifted spot so Mr. Iyer was now standing directly in front of my dislocate second joint, but a twosome meters from me. I was getting embarrassed by my pic 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 rosiness and embarrassment, I reopened my second joint as fully as before. My eyes met his, at least the moments when his oculus left his sketch of my cunt and body to coup d'oeil at my face. He was unabashedly gazing at my heart-to-heart cunt and occasionally at my mamilla and the residuum of my body.

"I don't know if I have enjoyed a fair sex so much as she."He looked into my heart."Perhaps it is her matureness. She has a real body, doesn't she ? Her bender as enticing. I think you are castigate, Swapnil, a sexual goddess seems earmark with a little encouragement."

He came up between my stage, bent over and kissed my snatch. I shivered and moaned. There was something about this well-heeled, successful, and attractive man who had been so unashamed about gazing upon my openly exposed consistency and then moving up to me and kissing the contribution of me that seemed to hold his aid, the most private share of a woman.

He put his custody out to me. I took them and he assisted me down from the poke bonnet of the car. He pulled me into his arms and whispered into my ear,"Thank you, dear Deepti. I am no-count if that might have embarrassed you, but you are so lovely."He put me at arm's length and looked down my physical structure, again."I truly do enjoy a more grow woman."He held my eyes."You've been very receptive to everything present to you, so far. Are you ready for Thomas More ?"

I nodded and stepped into him, putting my weapon system around his neck."Yes, Sir. Anything. Everything. You've helped me have thing and palpate thing I never believed I would or thought possible."I looked over at Sheru and he chuckled.

"I am glad to hear that."During this metre, Swapnil had disappeared behind the car and was removing two thick cover 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 session, Deepti ? Would you like to be ?"

My oral cavity dropped open, then formed into a wide smiling. I demurely looked at him,"Sir, as I have told you before until all this started, I was only fucked by one man and that turned out to be very unsatisfactorily. Everything you have offered me has been amazing and satisfied me, but each has left me with an increased craving for what else was possible."I paused and placed the position of my face against his chest."I will try anything you desire of me, Sir. You have ignited something inside me that has inflamed desires, needs, cravings I didn't know could exist."I raised my head to engage his oculus, unaware that Swapnil had completed the arrangement of the cover and was watching and listening to our exchange."Sir, I feel I am at a precipice in my living. My life has been unsatisfying and thwart, but it was the life history I had. You've shown me things, made me finger affair, so many things, that are beyond my ability to express. The simple desires I felt born from my frustrations to hold 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 run me in aliveness, but at these second, these experiences are what I need."

He pulled me into his weapons system and kissed the top of my question, his hands stroking down my bare back to the top of my butt. I melted into his embracing. That impression 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 position by face. They were also wearing masquerade party now and I remembered the trains. aught was said or indicated. I simply dropped to my knees in front of them. I moved my work force to Mr. Iyer's knock warp, first. I undid his swath, his mire clasp and zipper, then pulled his pants and underclothing off his hips and down his legs. I did it quickly and without fanfare. I looked up at his human face and smiled at him. His putz was uncircumcised, also. Although not nearly as long as Swapnil's, it was longer than my husband's, the only other prick I had any experience with. I raised his rooster with one helping hand and licked the undersurface of it from fundament to top. I put the top into my mouthpiece and began sucking on it. I pulled my mouth off, pull the foreskin back to expose the head, and returned my rima oris to suck on the exposed pass. I heard him gasp, his handwriting resting on the top of my nous and I smiled around the cock.

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

I sat back on my heels, my knees separated to show my slit and looked up at the two of them."sir, would you like to cum in my oral fissure ? 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 dear Deepti."

I smiled demurely,"I will bump delight in pleasing you both."

"And Sheru ?"

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

He motioned me to lie on the blankets."I want to look into your eyes as I fuck you, Deepti."I was on my rachis, my stifle bent-grass and spread open. I held my sleeve out to him and he knelt between my peg and aimed his tough putz to my bitch, moving the head up and down until he found my golf hole and pressed into me.

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

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

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

My orgasm hit me before he climaxed, but it seemed that my coming may give stimulated his. My puss clenched around his dick and he groaned, soon after he was shooting his cum into my consistency. He collapsed on top of me and I held him besotted, feeling his hammer motility inside me as the last of his semen leaked from his cock.

Before the last time at this place, Mr. Iyer had questioned me at length about the protection I might be using. He was concerned because we were a sexless man and wife. He didn't want to bring out Swapnil as a cooperator for me if there was a chance of my getting pregnant. I had laughed. Although his house had blamed me for being sterile, it was a relief to Prakash and it was at his insistence that I had my tubes tied to extinguish the possibility in the future. Once fully immersed in his separate aliveness, the last thing he felt he needed was suddenly having a family involved. Such was my existence.

The view of fertile semen swimming around in search of an egg gave me horripilation but it wasn't to be and never would.

Swapnil had his own estimation of what he wanted to do. With my limited pic to sex and positions, he lay on his backbone. I looked down at him puzzled. He told me to straddle his consistence and sit down on him, penetrating myself with his cock. I smiled at the thought and did as he instructed. I sighed as his shaft penetrated me and continued to suspire as I sat down completely.

"Oh, my God ! How wonderful !"

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

I smiled as I raised up, then sank back down. Over and over. I loved this position. Then, he added more,"There are many position, Deepti. motility your feet in front of you and slant back to me."I felt his hands stand my back as I continued to rise and low-pitched, this post causing tangency in new ways."Now turn around without losing my cock."I looked over my shoulder as if to take exception the didactics, but I did as he directed. It was so strange to experience him as I twisted around. Then he had me lean back as he held my manus. Then he pulled my feet alongside his pass and I leaned back onto his wooden leg. His cock pressed hard against my abdomen.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I felt movement and new auditory sensation near. Without raising my fountainhead off Swapnil's pectus, I found Mr. Iyer's legs and feet and the fortunate fur of Sheru seating next to him. The perfume of sex, even outside, must have been strong because the tip of his tool was peeking from his sheath. I raised myself to sit on Swapnil's hips. His hammer had fully shrunk and only the head of it was still in my cunt. As soon as I moved, though, it too slipped out. As it slipped from my grasping golf hole, I attempted to hale with the muscles, bringing a smiling from him.

I moved off Swapnil and sat on my hound in front of the dog and Mr. Iyer. I patted my thighs and Mr. Iyer released him to come to me. I buried his head into my naked body, my weapon system around his neck as I petted and stroked his consistency, his stern wagging furiously in response. Swapnil was rising and pulling his slacks on. I patted the mantle to deliver Sheru get down on his incline. I nuzzled his font, my hand moving over his belly. After the previous experiences with the dogs, my action was much less tentative. My digit quickly moved over the sheath, stroking the face and holding it in my hand.

Without looking up,"You said your firedog had never experienced pairing with other woman, Sir ?"

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

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

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

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

I didn't delay for a response, it was my own new desire, not born from their desires. I moved to my hands and knees and patted my ass. Sheru jumped to his feet and sniffed my ass. He gave me a few cursory slug, then was quickly on my vertebral column, his hips thrusting at me. My hand moved to assist him and even the look of the cock sliding over my medal was thrilling. Like a Pavlovian trigger, the feel on my palm triggered the expectation of penetration and my forcible and outspoken reception. I would not have been surprised if my cunt didn't yawn unfold in the anticipation of the cock.

I gasped and moaned with the initial penetration, then pressed back into him as he repositioned his clutch around my waist and push deeper into me. Then, as his frantic, a****listic sexual union demeanor fully engaged, I heard the exclamations from both men as they watch the dog take over the mating rite. My head sagged on my shoulders. When my optic slit open, I was again cognisant of how my mamilla swung underneath me as the dog fiercely pounded my cunt with his tool. The forceful and dominating fucking served to ignite the remaining emergence required for his cock. I felt it grow inside me and felt the knot forming. At first, I felt something larger pushing between my backtalk, then it was too large and was caught outside banging against my pussy. I pressed back at him as he pressed and forced his drive at me. The dog shaft is secure for fucking. The gnarl is entirely different, hitting position inside me that only it can with regularity. The knot was a wonderful part of fucking a dog and an experience I knew I could never tire of.

When his mile stretched me wide and finally pushed in, my mind and green goddess were singularly focused on that achievement. The bit of entry sent me into sexual climax, an coming I was told had me shouting and screaming my response, but it was drowned out by the passing of the following commuter train. I only became mindful of the gearing as the hold out car were passing. The sudden cognizance was shocking and vivid and resulted in another orgasmic peak crashing over me even before the old one had ebbed.

Several days later, I was sitting on a terrace in Sundar Nagar Garden side by side to the football game field. I was watching the match. A young musician from the far side had just sent a tenacious pass toward the presence of the destination and his teammate soared into the air and executed a perfect header, sending the ball into the finish. I have long marveled at the physical accomplishment some the great unwashed possess. Mr. Iyer was sitting succeeding to me pretending to study a newspaper while Swapnil sat on a bench 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 dogs again, Deepti, I would be eternally grateful for having witnessed it. The image is one I could replay in my mind in all right detail. But, I hope it is not the end time."

I glanced at him from the turning point of my middle."I hope not, too, Sir."

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

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

"You understand the full term ?"

I giggled nervously,"Yes, certainly, but I also understand why you have used it with me. I see now how my family had command over me and was able-bodied to dictate and manipulate my decisions and selection. I understand why my husband's fellowship was willing to decide on a fille from my screen background. I would be easily controlled and manipulated to attend to the indigence of my husband."

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

I looked directly at him and he put the newspaper down on his lap."That is the way I feel. You understand, don't you ? You have for a long time."He nodded. I dropped my head word 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 lark, but it can't continue ?"

I couldn't bear to front at him in case his response was the dreaded response I didn't want to try. But, I heard his voice light, but firm, in control,"Are you dressed appropriately for our get together ?"My eyes opened wide. I was wearing a sari with a top, but underneath I was not wearing a bra or scanty or petticoat. I looked up smiling and nodded. I was also blushing, not because of the entree but because of the tactual sensation of prevision. I glanced at Swapnil and saw the kind, friendly, and caring smile lighting up his face."I have no desire to end this, Deepti. Quite the opposite, in fact. I want to move this relationship forward, but I think to make a motion it forward would require some modification in your life."

"What kind of modification ?"

He turned on the judiciary to seem directly at me."Big change. You want to be free to experience what is possible, don't you ? You are Sir Thomas More than a bitch, Deepti. Recently, you have shown that you could also be a slut."My case showed my response."Do you doubt it ? I know your desire, craving for dogs. It was the dogs that truly set you free. But, you have also shown you might hunger the pleasure of men, as well, like a true up slut. A submissive like you, Deepti, a squawk to hound and a loose woman to men, would be fun to playact with."

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

He nodded."Yes, there was that. I confess my office in directing and manipulating your experiences all the way to suction and fucking Swapnil before you eagerly did the like to both of us together."He chuckled."Then, as though we weren't sufficiency for you, you wanted to be mounted by Sheru."I giggled shyly at the recent computer storage."Swapnil called you a sex goddess, remember ? I think with More guidance and ascendance he will be adjust, more so than he might have expected. Do you disagree, Deepti ?"

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

He smiled and nodded. Then, he became very sober and held my eyes with his."Deepti, do you want this to continue, even to grow ?"I nodded."Are you surely, Deepti ? To continue like this would turn more restrictive and high-risk. It can be continued and grown but it would require the big modification I was referring to. To truly continue this satisfactorily we have to bestow this out of the tail. You are a charwoman who needs strong control and direction."

"I'm not sure I understand."

He chuckled,"I know you don't. You are like a neophyte waiting to be groomed into being the trollop and bitch you could be. That can't be done in a few hr at a time, a few clock time a week. It requires turning your life sentence 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 married woman afraid of what could happen ? Oh … my God ! Is he talking about leaving Prakash ?

"Sir, I can't leave …"

He put up his hand."I understand how important the perception of your wedding is for you and your family. Though, I don't think that husband of yours deserves you. He is a fool to have left you in this state that you should chance yourself."

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

"Answer me this simple interrogative : Do you want to be shown, led, instructed, guided, and freed to seek and expose experiences you have only imagined and then well beyond those ?"How would he do that ? How do I respond that ? How could I still be married and agnise all that ? But, if I could … of course, I would require that. What does that make me ? A adulteress, a beef ? Yes, that's what it would make me. Isn't that what I have been moving toward with his counsel, already ? Of path !

"Yes … I would need that, but how ?"

"Deepti, there is a saying : To last fully you have to try out ; to take in the ability to try out, you have to sustain self-confidence ; to have confidence, you have to be secure ; to be fix, 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 crowing doubtfulness, isn't it ? Do you trust me this much, Deepti ? Do you trust me to not only to free you up to know more of this while maintaining your man and wife but do you commit me to manipulate what you experience ? I am not offering you a dearest relationship, Deepti, this will be directing you into experiences."

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

"trade good, excellent. I am excited, too, as I am sure is Swapnil."He chuckled and glanced to his assistant who smiled. sustain that phone nearby. In the next day or two, I will call for a meeting for it all to be explained."

"Yes, Sir."I was almost silly, which on its aspect seemed strange. I was almost giddy to truly suit a submissive, controlled charwoman directed to increasing sexual experiences. But, I very definitely was.

He turned to leave, his eyes showing that he wanted to chip in me a parting kiss. After only a few steps, 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 fervor,"Yes, Sir."

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