We recently moved into a new neighborhood. As I was rummaging around in the noodle, I discovered a diary. Most of it was pretty moderate stuff, but the endure few entering got pretty juicy. Here's what I found :

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Dec 5th - Morning

As had become routine, my married man Frank flopped down at our kitchen table for a quick breakfast. His fingers worked furiously on the silver screen of his ever-present telephone set, checking e-mail, texts, and the up-to-the-minute stock statistics. Aside from wondering when his toast and coffee might magically appear, I doubt he would even have noticed if I wasn't there. Like many a young ‘ trophy wife ’, my conjuring trick of a fancy wedlock to a rich older guy had quickly evaporated in the first few calendar month of our union. I sighed, realizing that I had become relegated to simply another one of the many expensive furnishings that comprised ‘ Frank's Big Collection of Toys ’.

"I'm thinking about joining a gym,"I offered, trying to break the awkward secretiveness over the dayspring meal. wiener responded by holding up a dismissive manus as an incoming phone claim summoned his attention. I seethed quietly to myself, poking at my toast halfheartedly as Frank laughed uproariously at something in his phone conversation. I looked up expectantly, hoping he might share the humor, but he turned away in his chair, checking the clock on the paries and chuckling again.

Suddenly I flinched as I felt a cold wet nose prod at my stifle. I heard a quieten whine from below the kitchen tabular array. I reached down and petted Shindo, our purebred Akita. As with everything else we owned, the big dog had set Frank back a belittled fortune. Yet Shindo was pretty much my dog since I was the only one who gave him any care. The shipload of money Shindo had cost had done nothing to assure a well-behaved fauna. He was overly industrious, with a penchant for getting into anything and everything. One of his most annoying traits was that he would make a bee-line for any unprotected groin, sniffing and prodding with his cold-blooded wet nose into the most intimate of places. We had to be on constant guard against his embarrassing trick if we had guests in the house.

But as I sat there at the kitchen mesa, marveling at the lavishness train wreck my life story had become, I was suddenly struck with a very naughty and rebellious notion. I smiled pleasantly at frankfurter as I meticulously buttered a slice of my toast. Under the mesa, I allowed my legs to character. Shindo was quick to grab upon the opportunity and I felt him wrestle his way between my legs. Still dressed in a bathrobe, I closed my naked thighs down in a welcoming embrace around the bore Akita, stifling a playful squeal as I felt his snout prod up against my panty clad crotch.

I squirmed in my seat, unsure of what would happen next. Whenever Shindo was in one of his crotch-diving moods we always chastised him or banished him from the room. Never had the canine been given free rein, so this was unmapped soil for us both. His warm breath washed across my tight trivial White River scanty. I choked back a giggle as his common cold wet nose pressed into my pubes, sniffing enthusiastically at the alluring scent he discovered there.

My affectionateness was beating with a combination of fear and lascivious excitement. What if wienerwurst noticed something amiss and discovered the naughty doggy between my legs ? I couldn't even conceive of the embarrassment as I would birth to try to excuse myself. I felt a red flush of shame creep its way up my face. I should put a stop to this immediately, I realized. I chewed nervously at my lower lip, and then did the only reasonable matter. I slowly scooted forward to the edge of my chair, spreading my legs wide and allowing the odd Akita unrestricted access.

Immediately his wet canine tongue caressed my panty-covered vaginal mound. I clenched my dentition, holding in a lustful groan of passion. This was already more familiar attention than I had received from frankfurter in month. I felt my panties quickly begin to drizzle, absorbing both saliva from Shindo's up-and-coming tongue and the aroused dampness oozing from my humid vaginal slit. My fast slippery pussy -- neglected for far too long -- eagerly unfurled its fleshy pink lips. The Akita dug deeper, lured by the irresistible flavor. Pressing his schnoz harder into my salacious scissure, Shindo worked his gravelly tongue against the thin cotton barrier, pushing the crotch of my panties up into my snug little cunt. I gripped the edge of the table with both paw, fighting the indigence to bat my legs in reception to simmering sexual impulse that were quickly coming to a boil.

The Akita nipped gently at my panty-covered pussy lips and I shuddered, giving in to the inevitable climax. My ventilation became ragged and desperate, and suddenly my hips bucked of their own accordance. The stick of the chairwoman creaked alarmingly, but hot dog didn't seem to notice. The muscular tissue in my thighs clenched and trembled as a convulsive spasm gripped my twat. Barely in control of my body, I ground my hips in a tardily, sensual motion in the kitchen professorship as Shindo eagerly consumed the syrupy wetness that flooded through the cotton plant privates of my pantie. I closed my legs tightly around the Akita's furry mind, wrapping him in a have a go at it embrace as orgasmic rippling vibrated through the deepness of my fuck time slot. Then, in a final spasm, I rocked my nous back and pressed my loins eagerly forward against the canine's talented snout. My hair whipped in a cascade of blonde and I dared to let my mitt slip from the table and caress my nude amphetamine thighs. Dragging my digit up over my tummy, I sensuously squeezed my knocker, pinching my ache nipples through the soft covering of my robe.

Then -- finally -- I felt the wonderful sensory faculty in my fathead begin to falter. Small post-orgasmic earth tremor continued to register as Shindo maintained a regular rhythm with his talented cunt-licking tongue. Despite his gumptious cause, the flood tide of syrupy fluids poured through my panties faster than he could lap them up. I felt a warm, unenviable puddle begin to form on the seat of the electric chair, soaking my panties from below. The odor of wet pussy butter hung heavily in the air, overwhelming the mundane breakfast smells of java and goner.

"Well, meter to go,"Frank announced, ending his conversation and rising from the mesa. I jerked in shock and then looked at him, slack-jawed and with glazed eyes, trying to convalesce from my sexually-induced stupor. He took no notice of my muss hair, red-faced face, or panting intimation as he gathered his keys and briefcase and headed out to his car. I heard the garage room access round and the engine of his Mercedes growl to lifespan. The sound of the car receded as the automatic garage threshold rattled shut. I sat there at the kitchen tabular array in my cum-soaked pantie as Shindo continued to diligently play his tongue in my step-in crotch. A singled rent rolled down my cheek as I stared ahead into nothingness.



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December 6th - daybreak

dog arrived at breakfast, his phone once again his steadfast companion as I faded into the background of his world. I however felt a renewed sense of excitation."I still thinking about joining that gym,"I blurted, looking to Frank for some sort of quotation. It was a banner day as he granted me a barely perceptible nod as he pecked out an email."It's one of those all-lady gyms, just in case you're concern about that,"I continued. Frank's total lack of reply suggested that he wasn't overly concerned.

"Well, let's see what kind of delicacy we have for breakfast today,"I remarked mostly to amuse myself. I suppressed a grin, given that the scatter on the mesa was the Lapp fare as every day -- coffee and toast. However, the spread under the mesa today was slightly different. Shindo was uncharacteristically well behaved, sitting patiently under the mesa. It was almost as if he and I were co-conspirators in our racy little underground. But as I spread my legs he quietly rose to his feet and worked his way between my piano, creamy second joint. Today he found no panty barrier separating him from my girlish appeal. Instead he found me moist and expectant, my naked, ruffled pussy lips already unfurled with foreplay. Perched on the bound of the chair, I spread my peg, causing my slit to yawn unfastened for him. Looking down I saw a trickle of my larder sauce ooze out, trailing down to the level on a shimmering drool of vaginal fluid. The big dog intercepted the slowly descending waft on his clapper, licking his chops in anticipation.

Then Shindo plunge into the briny form. His rocky wet clapper embraced the lips of my bozo, savoring the tasty discharge glistening on my pink flesh. Licking me clean, he pulled back, his jowls working as he relished the lingering flavor. As a test, I attempted to deflect him with a humble corner of goner. Normally he was up for any piffling bit, but the turgid canine completely ignored it. He had obviously acquired a preference for the taste of buttery twat muffin instead. I popped the art object of toast in my mouth and chewed as the Akita pushed his neb back against my slit. I squirmed as his cold nose made tangency with my clit. His spit teased my overweight little nub of delight and I gave a crucify gasp in reply. Then his oral exam appendage slipped let down, working its way into the clutching tunnel of my cunt. Elbows on the tabular array, I interlaced my fingers and rested my chin on my hands, trying to observe a drill expression as various inch of wet dog tongue wriggled up into my tight trivial twat.

The Akita attempted to research every hidden nook and chap of my clutching pink vaginal folds, turning his furry head this way and that to work every slant. I had never imagined that a barker tongue was so incredibly long -- or maneuverable. But it was a discovery that I enjoyed with lewd joy. And then, just as I thought that the canine had finally achieved the ultimate terminal point of his oral reach, I felt his furry snout begin to pry its way into my puss. I gulped in horror, realizing that the animal seemed spirit on fucking me with his face. I groaned at the wizard but then started to lower my hands to pull his snout back out of my goose. But then I flinched, quickly resuming my chin-on-hands pose as Frank looked up and favored me with a uncommon but disinterested coup d'oeil. I reached down with trembling hands and retrieved my cup of umber, desperately attempting to wield a rule saying as a mediocre portion of the Akita's snout tunneled its way into my quivering slit.

I set the cup down in its saucer, a rattling noise filling the kitchen as the two pieces of China clattered together under my shaking finger. I squirmed in my chair, trying to conciliate the incredible stretching sensation in my cunt. Then Shindo's knife lashed out once again, digging its way into previously undiscovered area of my salacious lie with sleeve. I could sense the wet tip of his clapper deeply embedded, devouring the sticky discharge that oozed in an unstoppable menstruation from my fleshy vaginal embrace. It felt as if the rapacious creature was only a few inches short of slipping his eager tongue into the opening of my uterus. Accepting that mental image as a challenge I spread my limber thighs even wider and gently pressed my hips forward onto his neb. The Akita seemed to sense my wanton indigence, responding with a forceful get-up-and-go of his own.

A glistening sheen of perspiration broke out on my frontal bone, betraying the effort of our abhorrent interaction. The collaborative workout paid off, and another two inches of furred canine snout were press-fit into my greedy little pussy. But then, just as I was expecting his tongue to sum up its lecherous geographic expedition, the Akita pulled back, withdrawing his snout from my goose and leaving me gaping and in a desperate state of defeat. Then I heard Shindo gasp a desperate breath and I realized the reason for his military action. The poor people barker was ineffective to breath with his hooter deeply buried in the deepness of my tight wet twat. The Akita's slope heaved as he replenished his oxygen supplying.

I gazed down at the canine with concern but he appeared to be recovering. Then with renewed vigor he licked the thick froth of twat ointment from his lower jawbone and burrowed his way back into my creamy tunnel of lust. I bit my small lip as he stretched me to new limits. A strangled moan of cacoethes almost escaped my backtalk. His gazed up at me with an unquestioning mixture of cuspid sexual love and lecherousness. His snout was buried so cryptical that his dark soulful eyes stopped just short of my widely stretched glistening jackass sassing. deep in the profoundness of my pussy I felt his tongue surge forth, wriggling and twisting as it burrowed its way into the far reaches of my grasping wet embrace.

Suddenly I trembled, feeling the tip of his wriggling clapper rift the entranceway to a new realm of my body. The onset of my coming was genial, overwhelmed by the realization that I had the tip of a naughty doggy glossa tickling the entree to my womb. I barely managed to go back a delirious screeching of rapture, throttling it back to a barely audible growl of animalist passion. Then my slit contracted in a right cramp and my hips bucked in rapid chronological sequence, burying even more of Shindo's bombastic rostrum in my alarmingly over-stretched twat. I fought a desperate engagement to maintain control of my body, fifty I fall to the floor flopping like a fish in the handgrip of my orgasmic contractions. My brass knucks turned Theodore Harold White as I gripped the edge of the tabular array and hung on in desperation. I bit my lower lip as my prolonged climax caused my puss to clench down over and over, grasping at the Akita's deeply embedded snout and tongue. Shindo rode me like an expert, moving with my every buck and twist, unrelenting in his viva voce attention. My second joint quivered in a muscular cramp as I closed them tightly around the fountainhead of my furry friend. Finally, with a still gasp, I suddenly relaxed as the last of my coming was wrung from the flexing tissue paper of my slit.

Shindo withdrew, panting and desperate for a renewed inflow of air. My snatch gaped shamelessly and a seeming river of thaw cunt butter poured from my capable ass one-armed bandit. The milklike release dripped freely and clung to both of my interior thigh in a shimmering application. I blinked, trying to focus on frankfurter as he sat in his chair, still intent on his essential school text message. A growing puddle of simmering pussy ointment grew on the floor between my feet, but Shindo was agile and aegir to lap up all the incriminating evidence.

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

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December 6th - good afternoon

After a long shower and a quick luncheon I gathered up my courage and made my way down to Bumper's, the ladies-only gym and spa I had found. I went up to the heel counter and told the fille I was thinking about getting a membership. She introduced herself as Lydia, and told me she was the owner. I was impressed since she seemed to be only a few years older than my age of twenty. Lydia gave me an in-depth tour. We talked about the various practice course of instruction that were offered and she showed me how to use a lot of the exercising weight machines, stationary wheel, and treadmills. I liked what I saw, and signed up for a six month membership on the topographic point.

I had brought some workout clothes with me, so I went into the locker elbow room and changed. I felt a piffling blockade, wearing my old"Hello Kitty"mutant bra from high school. But I figured I could buy some new paraphernalia once I got a sense of what was considered fashionable around here. Stepping back out of the locker way, I surveyed the vast array of gym equipment, not sure as shooting where to start. There was a Jazzercise class in seance, so I went over to look on, just trying to get a feeling for everything.

As I was standing there, I suddenly felt a mien following to me. Standing to my rightfield was a beautiful Melanerpes erythrocephalus, dressed in very short shorts and a frayed-out cut-off roll Stones tee shirt. She was in her tardy twenties and stood a mates inches taller than my five foot five height."I feel like a kid in a candy shop,"she remarked, gazing out on the accumulation of prancing young lady in an regalia of sweats, shorts and crocked yoga pants. I felt a bit self-conscious. I was a trim one hundred and 15 pounds, but was feeling a bit soft and wiggly compared to the intemperate, lean bodies on display in the class.

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

"Yeah, hi, I'm Suzy,"I replied, extending my hand."And yeah, number 1 day. I'm like a total gym virgin, so be gentle,"I joked.

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

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

Maggie drifted her aid back to the exercise class for a second, and then turned back to me."ribbing,"she replied."Do you require to come eat my pussy ?"

My lower jaw dropped, thinking I must not make heard her correctly. She saw my look of impact and a red charge of superfluity began to creep up her face."Oh my god,"she stammered."I'm so dreary ! You're not one of Lydia's girls, are you ? It's just that ... Oh, dammit, it's just that you're wearing that ‘ Hello kitty-cat'fun bra ... All of Lydia's young lady always wear a pinko ‘ Hello Kitty ’. It's form of like the unavowed handshake around here ... So I just thought ... Dammit ! Please, I am so dreary,"Maggie stammered in aflutter apology.

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

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

I felt a unusual feeling wash over me, standardised to that sentiency of rebellion I had felt when I first let my doggy Shindo slug my panties at the breakfast mesa. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I wrestled with the conflicting thoughts awash in my mind. Taking Maggie's custody in mine, I leaned in close."Shhh ... It's ok."I whispered. A grateful expression washed over her.

I paused, fearing that this was one of those potentially wizard moments, and it was balanced on the bound of slipping away forever. I swallowed, trying to foregather my bravery."I ... ah ... I'm not one of Lydia's ... you know ... missy,"I stammered nervously."But do you think that ... maybe ... you could learn me ?"I swallowed again, feeling a gush of embarrassment rise up my face. Had I just done that ? Had I just propositioned a tribade at the gym ? Well, I guess that was one way to make an interesting stamp right off the bat. I felt my heart licking in my bureau as I looked deep into her eye, visually pleading for her to not refuse me."Please ..."I urged her in a pleading rustle."Thatch me how to ... to eat out your pretty little pussy."

A all-inclusive smile crossed Maggie's boldness and she nodded eagerly, taking my bridge player in tow and leading me across the gym. After my dog Shindo's amazing oral treatment of my pussycat this cockcrow, I certainly had a few estimate in my top dog, but resolved myself to letting Maggie teach me the proverbial ropes.

Reaching the movement desk, Maggie asked Lydia in an excited whisper,"Can we get a key to a massage elbow room ?"Lydia looked at us in muddiness."A pillow slip of mistaken identicalness,"Maggie explained, gently tracing her finger's breadth across the ‘ howdy kitty-cat'epitome printed across the left hand chest of my sportsman bra."But we got it sorted out, so now Suzy here is officially ‘ in training ’. You two can talk later and ferment out the details."Lydia scowled, shooting Maggie a disapproving aspect. Then she reluctantly handed over a key, saying nothing. I could tell apart she was not thrilled about Maggie's unsolicited recruiting sweat.

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December 6th - Later that afternoon

"First meter with Maggie ?"Lydia inquired with a knowing smirk as I approached the front counter at the gym about an hour later to return her key. A flush of shame rushed up my brass.

"outset prison term -- with any fille,"I whispered, running my digit through my wet and matted hair. Lydia gave me a knowing grinning, having apparently gotten over her earlier irritation."That girl is a bit of a squirt gun,"she acknowledged with a mischievous smile. I let the understatement bandstand without boost comment, looking down at the wide, wet sputter of female ejaculation that stained most of the front man of my athletics bra with Maggie's signature aroma.

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

"I think so,"I acknowledged quietly, trying to discount my subconscious mind as it offered up intelligence like ‘ tribade, lady of pleasure, and whore ’. Checking around to see if anyone else was within listening distance, I continued."Maggie paid me sixty dollar bill. Your cut for anything that happens at the gym is one-third. Anything outside the gym is my own business organisation. If I'm wearing anything with ‘ hi puss ’, it means I'm ‘ working'that day. If anyone starts asking nosy dubiousness, I'm out, and you don't know zero. Oh, and the customer is always right."

Lydia gave a slight nod of her caput as I recited each point from memory."Clever miss,"she praised, gesturing towards my handful of bills with a flick of her fingers. I peeled off the to the lowest degree glutinous twenty dollar bill for her and tucked the rest into my pocket."Welcome to the gym,"Lydia offered

Just then Maggie strolled by, a spring in her measure and looking immensely satisfied. He gave my ass a playful slap as she passed. She paused, leaning over parry with a whisper to my new ‘ party boss ’."That's a prize little cunt, there Lydia. You put that fille and her magic trick clapper to puzzle out for you !"

I blushed fiercely at the compliment and gave her departing name a wave as the front threshold banged shut. I turned and headed for the showers, realizing that I was going to take to invest in a unanimous lot more ‘ Hello pussy'physical exercise clothes if I planned on presenting a fresh show for each new customer during the day. But for today there was nothing to be done but simply muddle through. I went back over to the practice session room, seeing what new care I might attract in the crowd of girls ...

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Dec 9th - Morning

dog left early this morning, not having bothered to tell me in rise about a week-long byplay trip he had scheduled. I couldn't find the motivation to get up for breakfast, thinking I would just kip in. But I was awakened with a diffused canine whine. I turned on the nightstand light and there was Shindo, his eyes just visible over the sharpness of the bed, looking at me with an anticipative wag of his tail. The big Akita had definitely become a fan of our new morning function and after an incomprehensible delay he had come up to see when his morning breakfast"treats"would be delivered. I groaned and rolled over, reaching out to give him a lazy boodle on the neck.

The Akita was not appeased with my exertion. With an effortless bounds, the immense dog leapt up onto the bed, causing the frame to squeak under the impact."Shindo ! Naughty barker !"I chastised, half-heartedly trying to shoo off him back off onto the floor. He resisted and I giggled at the game."Well, at to the lowest degree you came to like me a happy natal day,"I sighed sadly. I had hoped in vain that Frank might have left a card, flowers, or a present for my 21st, but found no grounds of any such efforts.

Shindo barked and lunged at me teasingly and we tussled in the blanket. I shrieked in surprisal as I tumbled from the bed, dragging a tangle of covers, pillows, and a barking Akita with me as I fell. Laughing I squirmed to unwrap myself from the snare of the mantle wound around my ramification. As I struggled to get onto my hands and knees I suddenly felt a heavy weight soil on my back. Shindo wrapped his furry social movement hand around my raw torso. I felt something rigid and fleshy prod insistently at the cotton private parts of my step-in as the boastfully Akita jostled for position on my upturned can. I glanced over at the full length mirror on the closet door, seeing Shindo mounted on my rear. His furry haunches ground against my firm petty panty-clad bum.

He pulled back for a moment and I gasped at the think over image. The Akita was sporting a huge erection ! It was every bit of eight inch in length, and looked to be as duncish as my wrist joint. A long, slimy pearl of pre-cum dangled from the heavy tip. Shindo turned and looked at me in the mirror, our eyes meeting and locking in a meaningful exchange. Now I suppose that any respectful daughter will distinguish you that she would deliver immediately put a stop to this obscene evolution. Honestly, I'll believe that when I see it. My hormone were raging from my lesbian encounter at the gym over the past several days. I had been too long ignored by a neglectful husband. There wasn't even lots of a moral quandary. One way or another, I was going to get my birthday screwing !

Straining against the Akita's organic structure weight I managed to rise to a kneeling position. Shindo kept his front hand tightly locked around my rib Cage, hopping awkwardly on his hind legs as I shifted locating. His furry hand clamped possessively around my torso, just underneath my minuscule firm nipple. My nipples were perked into inflexible little heavy brown meat of lust. My finger frantically reached for the waistband of my panties, dragging them down to my knees and exposing my rapidly moistening puss. With a oink I dropped back down onto my paw and knees as the huge dog's weight once more settled down onto my back. Shido squirmed, maneuvering himself into berth. I wriggled my rosehip in invitation. Carefully the Akita maneuvered the tip of his cock into alignment, finding the orifice to my quivering zany and easing himself just inside.

With graceful motion, Shindo pressed himself forward. Nearly half his cock slid into my cunt with a pleasant-tasting friction. I groaned with Passion of Christ, clenching my vaginal muscle, causing him to slowly labour to a halt. He issued an charge barque, thrilled to discover that his human female person friend had a wonderfully tight and fuckable twat. He withdrew, fighting against the greedy, grasping embracement of my humid fuck tunnel. Only the tip of his cock remained embedded as he steadied himself. Then with a forceful lunge he thrust up and into me. I met him with a sensual response of my own, urgently rolling my hips up and back. I grunted under the encroachment, my naked ass impertinence flattening as they pushed up tight against his furry haunches. With that vigorous stab he was fully hilted, his to the full round musket ball sack pressed up tight against my vaginal back talk.

He paused, jostling on my back as he adjusted his stance. Then, as if by mutual unspoken accord, we both built up to a furious tread. He pounded me like a auto, his haunches a blur as he thrust and withdrew in a bike of brutal, punishing screwing thrusts. I moaned like a whore, bucking my hips frantically as I clenched my vaginal muscleman, milking the distance of his monumental rooster. Our sexual coupling was wildcat, animalistic, and exactly what I desperately needed. I felt him grip down harder around my rib John Cage, betraying the urging of his question. His jaws latched onto a patch of my long blond hair, yanking my head backwards and causing me to curve my back downward in response. My pelvis rolled upward, pressing my quivering pussy harder into his loins. My puss rim rippled, clasping his pistoning cock in a tight, loving embrace. Vaginal fluids drained from the taut seal of approval between my lips and his prick. A regular dribble oozed out and splattered down into the scanty spanned between my knee. Soaking through the thin cottony material they began to overspread a wet stigma into the pricy Oriental rug beneath me.

Shindo lunged forward and held his position, every last throbbing in of his massive cock socketed deep in my thankful minuscule pussy. He issued a lull whine and then I felt his cock knot begin to swell up inside my cunt. It was the critical moment. If I expelled him now I could free myself from this punishing sexual showdown. But I knew if I delayed, my lot would be sealed. puss and canine would be coupled together until he unloaded his clod into the astuteness of my womb. There was really only one selection in the issue. I lowered my face to the carpet in a submissive position, pressing my hip back against him operose. The bare cheeks of my house stern flattened as I ground myself against him. I clenched down tightly with my snatch, making for sure he had no chance to escape. My defenseless thighs trembled with expectant lust as I felt his knot continue to swell. My pussy strained with the monolithic stretching, the lips of my puss bulging outward around his cycle, overweight mainstay. His knot swelled to its maximum size, throbbing ominously within the straining lips of my kitty-cat. I was securely mounted and nothing could separate us now.

Shingo let go of my hair and raised his pass towards the cap. A sustain howling filled the room, accompanied by my aegir squeal of passion. I felt his lump pull up tight against the widely splayed backtalk of my pussy, contracting in a right cramp. His peter swelled alarmingly within the confines of my close little bitch as a thundering load of hot dog cum raced down the length of his prick. I gasped, feeling him explode inside me. A geyser of doggy sperm rocketed into my vaginal burrow, a tidal undulation of frothing goo spraying and splattering every concluding nook and fissure of my quivering pussy. I shrieked, feeling my snatch convulse in a powerful orgasm. My rippling vaginal muscles clamped down tight on his invading shaft, milking him in a brawny bobby pin as his cum shank unloaded his second eruption into my core.

My orgasm raced through my body. I clenched my teeth as my visual sensation blurred. My thigh and tummy shivered with lustful joy as my cunt sassing seemed to twist with a mind of their own. I even felt my tight short dickhead pucker in and out in a rhythmical series of orgasmic contractions, gaping open and then clenching tightly shut as I shuddered and gasped for breath.

Shindo thrust again, raising my knees off the story with the force of his lunge. A third outpouring of dog cum was forcefully delivered into my pussy. I felt the delicate tissue begin to stretch, filled to the limit with an overstuffing of turncock and cum. The Akita's turncock swelled once more than, quivering in the grip of my orgasmic vaginal embracing as his balls pumped furiously. With no quad left within my pussy, his scalding gusher of cum boiled over into my uterus, coating my innards with a soothing glaze of his sticky love potion. I was absolutely full to the rim. Shindo bucked his haunches again, seemingly tireless in his exertion to inject his gooey seed into every last crevice of my twat. But I was finally overloaded. I felt my pot swell as his stopcock pulsed, launching ever more yearn ropy Mexican valium of churning cum into my bitch. The seal of my clutching cunt lips around his throbbing cock gave way and a cascade of frothing cum and vaginal juices gushed forth, splattering obscenely into my imbue step-in and onto the now ruined imported rug.

Shindo gave one terminal exhausted thrust and more rivulet of our commix emollient drained from my exhausted kitty-cat. Then he collapsed on my back, both of our position heaving as we desperately fought to regain our breather. As his breathing finally resumed pattern he gave the back of my neck a serial of loving poke. Then he attempted to unhorse. I held him firm, clutching down tightly with the warm embrace of my snug snatch, not wanting to mislay that rattling sentience of fulfilment. He conceded to my desires, resting heavily on my back as his cock knot slowly subsided in the travelling bag of my vaginal embracing. I felt his powerful heart and soul whacking and my own acquired his calendar method of birth control, throbbing as a exclusive coupled animal. After what must take been nearly half an hour his greyback had finally deflated down to convention size. There was nothing I could do to stop the retreat of his softening rooster as it slithered from my legal tender pussy. A shower of sticky fluid poured from my gaping fuck hole as he withdrew, adding to the hopeless stain on the rug beneath me. watercourse of our mingled discharge oozed down my naked thighs as I basked in the fading afterglow.

Finally I rose, muscles aching from the awkward spatial relation. I dragged the cum-drenched panties the remnant of the way off my leg and took a long soothing shower bath. I toweled off, feeling my pussy continue to drain. I glanced at my toss out panties on the floor, soiled wet with dog cum and vaginal goo. With a perverted sense of purity I tugged the victimised scanty back on, wriggling my hips to firmly seat them. The viscid wet crotch paste itself securely to my still tender vaginal mound. I inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of worn out sex as it enveloped me in a heady cloud. And then, throwing on a couple of sweat and an old tee shirt, I went out to the mall, looking to further elaborate my armoury of ‘ howdy Kitty'workout wearable with some well-deserved birthday shopping.

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December 9th - good afternoon

After an betimes lunch and a exhibitor I finally made it to the gym. numerous vociferation of"Hey Suzy !"began to ring out before I even made it to the building. I grinned and waved to them all. I had only been here a week, but I had never felt so receive and at home anywhere in my life.

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

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

"fountainhead, I did marry one,"I offered in an unsettled musical note. Lydia laughed heartily in response.

But then her expression turned back to the serious. She licked her lips, pausing in an awkward silence, trying to choose her words."I've had some ... ‘ especial asking'from some of the ladies at the gym ..."she began, trailing off at the end. I cocked an eyebrow, peculiar as to what she was tap-dancing around. Taking a deep breath, she forged ahead."We used to have a girl here who had a particular endowment that our agio clients really miss. She was ... well, she had a bit of ... of an anal fetish. So they were wondering if you ... I mean, no air pressure, if that's not your affair, but I just thought I would cast it out there ..."She stopped there, looking at me expectantly.

I looked back at her, trying to process the garbled data."Do you mean ..."I glanced around nervously even though we were safely in her closed off office."You mean like ... licking young woman'... assholes ?"I inquired in a susurration. My eyes were wide. Why was my gist hammering double-time ? I felt a flush of red wash over my face. Lydia nodded slightly, waiting for me to respond.

"female child do that ?"I replied in stupefy astonishment, trying to imagine such a thing."Gosh, ah, Lydia, I don't know ... I mean, I've never actually ... you know ... done that."I replied still in a aflutter rustle.

"Had you ever eaten slit before starting here ?"Lydia inquired with a nictitation. I shook my head, grinning. My life story had been painfully deadening and normal until just a few days ago."fountainhead, you're one of those rare instinctive talents when it comes to lapping up slit. I'll bet that hot little tongue of yours could work its peculiar magic rimming out a pissed niggling butthole too."

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

Lydia frowned, trying to figure out how to outdo explain it. Suddenly her expression brightened."Here, I'll show you,"she replied. Stepping to her computer she pulled up the net and typed in a hunt for Lesbian rimming. A cascade of links for flick and videos filled the blind. I gasped at the sights, holding my hand over my mouth in cushion."drag up that one !"I urged breathlessly as a particularly jolly twosome of miss caught my attention. After an in-depth investigation of several videos and numerous pic, Lydia closed the screen, much to my disappointment.

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

I pondered my answer. The money sure was tempting. And I found myself more than a footling intrigued by the idea. But could I add myself to do it in actuality ? I didn't want to pretend promises to Lydia and then find my acquisition were not up to the chore."I'm just not sure I would be good at it,"I confessed."I mean, maybe if one of the girl were willing to let me try to learn ..."

Lydia considered this, her idea working as to who might serve as a willing tutor. As her mental wheels turned, I found my gaze drawn down to the rounded fop of her rose hip. She was wearing a tight, white mini skirt that hugged itself to the curved shape of her shapely rump. I subconsciously licked my backtalk, wondering what marvelous treasure might lay buried deep in the crevice of her luscious ass. I could feel my panty begin to moisten at the sentiment. She turned to take care at me, not missing the direction of my unabashed stare. Without a word she reached behind her and tugged down the zipper of her skirt. The silky garment seemed to pour down her shapely ramification, leaving her firm creamy rear end clad only in a constringe thong step-in that was wedged tightly into the crack of her ass.

She bent over the desk. I approached her from behind, my affection buffeting in my thorax. I knelt down behind her, thinking to myself that ‘ kissing your bosses ass'was rarely performed so literally. With trembling hands I reached up and found the narrow waistband of her thong step-in. I tugged them downward, dredging the flimsy striation out of the crack of her ass. The minor triangular genitals of the panties peeled slowly off her vaginal mound, trailing shimmering streamers of pussy lubricant that soaked the cottony genitals. She stepped with one understructure and then the other as I worked the panty off her human foot. Her heights heels gave a wonderful lift to her shapely ass as she leaned over the desk. Freed from her panties, Lydia widened her stance, spreading her house, tanned legs. Her ass crack gaped open before me, exposing her naked pussy. And there, just a scant inch higher, I found the object of my lustful desire.

I had never seen an anus close up before. It was a marvelously precious little feature, framed so perfectly between her creamy Stanford White behind brass. The tuck, wrinkled flesh was a pinkish brown. The line radiated outward from the tightly clutched center, forming a stark trivial star-shaped orifice. I knew from the present moment I saw it that I was in love and lust.

I leaned in, working my case into the thick fissure of her ass crack. I used my hand to spread her impudence, allowing me to cut into deeper. Without a breath of reluctance I pressed my back talk to Lydia's puckered lilliputian pooper. I heard her gasp with pleasance as I nuzzled her in an abhorrent kiss. I let my tongue flicker out, teasing and gently probing the incredibly tight electric resistance of her rectal portal. Applying to a greater extent pressure, the battle between my eager tongue and Lydia's fiercely clinch little asshole socket began ...

... As I finished, Lydia collapsed across the desk with a final orgasmic spasm. My played out tongue finally pulled from its deeply embedded position in her rectum. Wiping my face and savoring the aftertaste, I watched with atonement as Lydia shuddered her way through a serial publication of post-orgasmic twitch."I ... I think you just earned your first forwarding,"She offered in a inanimate voice. I flashed a vast grinning in response.

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Dec 10th - even

After I left Lydia's office staff yesterday, she had enthusiastically spread the countersign that I was now available -- and highly commend -- for ‘ scoop services ’, to use her terminal figure. ‘ Ass licking'struck me as such a vulgar sounding way to put it, so I liked her sugar-coating term instead. But regardless of what we chose to call it, my docket for today filled rapidly. I had to make an too soon start to get all the eager lady worked in. By the end of a very yearn day, I had seen enough trivial pink lady rectums up close and personal to last me for a while. But I had well over one thousand dollar bill in my pouch for my exploit, even after paying Lydia her cut.

I drove base, distracted by the relentless quiver I felt in my ass. I kept thinking of all of those tight piffling ruck I had spent the day kissing and tonguing out. An gravid grin crossed my facial expression as I pulled into the drive. I hoped Shindo wasn't too angry with me. I hadn't had time to indulge in our morning blowout with him today, so I thought he might be feeling a bit neglected. Well, maybe letting the Akita wriggle his eager tongue up my tight minuscule twitching asshole was just the bonding experience we needed to patch affair up.

But my lustful fantasies came crashing to a halt as the garage door rolled up and there was Frank's car. Apparently his job trip had ended early. I cursed my bad lot but put on my best role player smile and greeted him as I came in the door. He gave me a distract Wave and went back to the conversation on his phone. An discharge container of Taiwanese take-out sat on the kitchen tabular array. I noted he hadn't bothered to get one for me. Disgusted, I decided to simply channelize to bed early.

Shindo greeted me in the hallway with a friendly bark. But as I stormed past with my pique building, his tail drooped with uncertainness. He turned and cautiously followed me up to the chamber. I tossed my handbag onto the bed with an angry motion. The Akita gave a quiet whimper of business concern and settled down onto the carpet, his head between his front paws with a sad look, watching me.

Suddenly I realized that I wasn't going to let Frank spoil my eventide. I had planned for a nice intimate time with my doggy, and darn it, that's what I was going to get. In fact, I found I couldn't upkeep less that hotdog was right down stairs. I reached under my mini annulus and peeled off my sticky-wet panty. I tossed the undies in the direction of the cuspid and he eagerly began to whiff and lick the drenched and slippery cotton wool genitalia. I discarded chick and sports bra and kicked off my tennis shoes, leaving me dressed in nothing but my pink ankle windsock.

I sat on the bed and then lay down on my back, my peg draped over the edge. I patted my raw thigh and Shindo rose, empennage wagging happily. I spread my legs, opening myself as he approached, wondering how I might entice Shindo to lick my ass instead of just my pussy. The big canine however had another plan in mind. Reaching the bed he reared up with his front line paw, straddling my prone form. I looked down, seeing his huge erection bobbing ominously below his furry belly. The meaty shaft was aligned directly with my loins. He thrust forward, his prick finding my wet cunt and sinking easily into its welcoming embracement. I groaned with passion as he began to stroke in and out.

But somehow it just wasn't enough. It wasn't enough with wienerwurst right downstairs, not saying two words to me after returning from his trip. It wasn't enough after a day of unfulfilled sexual energy at the gym. My tender little butthole puckered back and forth, demanding tending. I tried to resist, but the lustful urge was too powerful. I squirmed backwards on the bed, moving away from the rapidly thrusting Akita. He pulled back to ready another punishing fuck-thrust, but his pecker slipped from my pussycat. Throbbing and glistening wet with my vaginal juice it tucked up slopped under his furry tum, dripping long chain of my syrupy sexual lubrication. He whined in protest, wondering why his pussy-ride had come to a premature end.

I squirmed back into position. Reaching down, I found and grasped his cock, feeling it quiver in my clench. I rolled my hips upward, blindly maneuvering the tip of his doggy putz between my legs. I sighed with lustful prediction as the fleshy tip of his dick eased its way into the recessed dimple of my ass. Shindo paused in dubiety. This didn't feel like girl pussy. He gave an observational get-up-and-go. My tight piddling rectal gateway trembled, pulsing in and out as his slippery rooster pommel increased the force per unit area. I bit my lower lip, feeling myself begin to stretch. Then suddenly my anus blossomed clear and the first off few inches of doggy turncock were forced into my reach asshole. The Akita looked at me with an amazed expression on his face. What a howling find to determine that human girl apparently had two pussies he could have intercourse ! And this second little make out tunnel was so much tighter than the maiden ! He withdrew, leaving just the tip of his prick inside me. Then he thrust again. He plowed deeper and I moaned, spreading my legs wider.

Instinctively I brought my leg up, wrapping them around his furry haunches and crossing my ankles over his lower back. This rolled my hips upward, perfectly aligning my quivering minuscule rectal gateway with his thrusting stopcock. He stroked backwards, a mind-numbing friction burning within my clutching bowels as dog and young woman flesh skimmed in passing. Then he pounded me with a knock-down driving force as I urged him into me with a desperate clenching of my legs. Slowly he ground to a arrest, the incredible tightness of my anal fuck sleeve rippling along his imbed length. His bow-wow balls throbbed against my ass and I knew he was fully sheathed inside me.

He stroked out and hammered back in. My second joint rippled with the jarring impingement. As my nether opening stretched to accommodate him, the Akita began to piece up upper. I uncrossed my pegleg from his backbone, returning them to the bed and spreading myself wide underneath him in open invitation. He began to piston in and out at a frantic pace. I desperately tried to run into him thrust for poking with my hips, but eventually he out-paced me. I simply lay back on the bed, my tooth jarring with every wildcat full-length introduction, moaning with vacuous Passion.

I felt his cock gnarl begin to swell, stretching my puckered little anus to new property as he forced the enlarged organ into my rectal compass. But then I groaned, stretched to my limits as he tugged his knot back out of my ass. The Akita was lost in a asinine frenzy of butt-fuck lust and all that mattered was the joy of each full-depth stroke in and out of my trembling anal retentive embrace. He drove forward and I barely managed to choke back a shriek as his rapidly swelling cock knot once again bore down on my blind drunk minuscule bunghole. The Akita scrambled for adhesive friction, claws scratching for purchase on the hardwood base. I felt myself stretched to obscene demarcation line and then, with a wet ‘ pop ’, Shindo's knot was once Sir Thomas More thrust into my rectum. He withdrew and I felt my anal gateway bulge outward. Tears watered in my heart and then I grunted as the knot wrenched free of my libidinous anal embracement.

Shindo thrust forward again, grinding his grayback against the muscular ring of my rectum. My nether porta quivered with the breed as the Akita punched his haunches in repeated attack to reinsert himself. I wrapped my ankles back around him, pulling tight and grinding my rosehip in a circular motion. But despite our coalesce efforts, the knot had swollen to impossibly huge proportionality. The canine tooth let out a frustrated whine, realizing the crucial wrongdoing he had made. He frantically continued to pierce, but the intumesce knot was now hopelessly too great and insufferable to force back into my miserly niggling asshole. We would have to hit due without being tied.

The panting canine pounded into me with eager, lust-filled driving force. His tongue lolled from his jowls and his face heaved as the passion overwhelmed him. In a final desperate motion he pulled back heavily on his cock, perhaps spirit on delivering one final powerful lurch in an attempt to bury his burl in my ass. But as he withdrew, one rear paw slipped on the hardwood base. Thrown off residuum, his throbbing dick slipped relieve of my rectal dental caries.

He regained his footing and plowed forward with his furry haunches. But released from the guiding communication channel of my anal fuck burrow, his prick snapped upward as he attempted to drive house. I felt the duration of his hot irradiation pillowcase through the parted sass of my pussy. His international nautical mile pressed into the hugging embrace of my vaginal folds but the end of his prick skimmed freely on through. I felt his swinging balls contract, pressed up tight against my gape asshole. The magnanimous turncock shaft swelled and then erupted with a churning fountain of dog cum. The muggy geyser rocketed from the tip of his exposed prick, arching upward as it sprayed between his furry front leg. The syrupy trail seemed to hang in the air and then laid itself down, splattering a heavy mint that drenched me from tits to face and lathered itself into my hair.

The Akita cycled his haunches and thrust forward a arcsecond time, his back curving as he committed every straining canine muscle into the effort. The first off thick hose-down of cum was but a foreshadowing of his second effort. His legs trembling, the dog unleashed a massive deluge of steamy sperm as if blown from a cannon. The initial impact caught me full-of-the-moon in the boldness, glazing my take aback expression with an oozing frosting that was layered on thick. As the beast followed through with his fuck-thrust his dent angled higher, launching the cloggy banner of cum above my head teacher. It splattered against the headboard with a wet impact and draped itself in sticky, oozing caterpillar tread across the okay silk canvas and pillows at the head of the bed.

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

Seemingly appalled at the senseless waste of a massive load of cum, the Akita calmed his frenetic footstep, hoping to put at least some of his churning milky discharge on target. He paused just a fraction of second in his frantic cycle of fuck-thrusts, squatting blue on his haunches as he lunged forward for another attempt. His tool hammered forward, driven by an pressing uncoiling of his mesomorphic haunches. Cum launched from his prick, splattering the tender flesh around my slowly constricting anal gateway, giving me a brief forewarning of his impendent entry. The tip of his spewing cock slam made contact, perfectly centered, and battered its way through any hints of fleshy anal electric resistance without self-reproach. I moaned, feeling the full length of his peter once again dilute my rectal passage. Cum frothed from his son of a bitch as he buried himself up to his air mile, soothing the burning friction in my ass with a wonderful finish of his canine love juice.

My orgasm flared to life as his prick was press-fit into my arse. I moaned, desperately resisting the urge to fink with prurient passion. My rippling sphincter muscle muscles clamped down tight on his invading shaft, gripping him in an urgent embrace and pulling him ever cryptic. Shindo withdrew, fighting against the mightily milking activity of my ass. My thighs and tummy shivered with spasms of delight. Then he plunged into my steamy rectal depths once more, hammer spewing relentlessly as he cored into me. Hot churning cum coated my inside and I felt as if my orgasmic pleasure was causing me to thaw. Hot flashes erupted across my body, causing a glistening shininess of sweat to decant Forth from my hyper-sensitive hide. He thrust once more and I bucked my hip joint, grinding my teeth with the campaign and wanting -- needing -- ever bit of him inside me. His orchis contracted against the crack of my ass as I rolled my hips upward to mirror his movement. trousering, the Akita's dick gushed a final examination time and I felt my gut swell with a warm soothing sense datum.

The canine trembled, panting desperately as he held his slowly softening cock in the rippling embrace of my shuddering anal fuck sleeve. Then, almost reluctantly, he withdrew. I quivered with post-orgasmic delight as the gentle detrition arose with his expiration. With a wet slurp his dog cock slipped from my gawp asshole. Dog cum poured from the heart-to-heart opening as I sighed with gratification.

A shower would probably have been advisable, but I wanted nada more than to savor the afterglow of these wonderful whizz. Shindo curled up on his mantle in the corner as I turned off the light. Snuggling my way into the cum-splattered tabloid I dropped quickly off to sleep. If Frank noticed anything amiss by the clock time he joined me in bed, he didn't bother to make quotation of it.

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December 11th - Morning

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

My first off client of the day was Abby. She was a midget fiddling brunette and some sort of hot-shot attorney. She always hit the gym early to blow of a little steam before going in to run. I was more than happy to assist. Abby's thighs draped over my shoulders and clenched tightly around my head as she shuddered through a powerful orgasm. Her muscles strained as she shivered, her fists clenched as she writhed on her back on the massage board. Then she collapsed with a fulfill squeal of delight. Her hips twitched as I replaced my tongue with my fingers. I gently eased my center finger into the depths of her hot picayune voider while my thumb wormed its way into the deepness of her slippery goose. Her hand closed gently over mine, urging me bass. Slowly I twisted my articulatio radiocarpea in a animal, circular motion as she purred in response. She sat up, running her finger's breadth through my pilus and pulling my face to hers. We kissed, lingua wrestling as I shared the taste perception of her sweet little ass with her.

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

"Oh, it's no big thing, I suppose,"she explained."It's just that we have this Great Dane, Spencer. He's normally a wonderful dog, but, wow, sometimes he just seems set of causing trouble. You have no idea how lots bother a huge dog like that can be if he puts his mind to it.

I chuckled, regaling her with some of Shindo's more infamous exploit. She laughed, wondering out tatty if there was any variety of solution.

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

Abby looked serious-minded, asking me how I knew. well, I don't really know how it happened, but one floor led to another. Before I knew it, I was spilling my guts to her, telling her every sordid detail of my hideous life with Frank, and even my confidant experiences with my Akita. I half expected her to react in impact. But then -- only moments earlier -- I had my tongue wriggling late in the clutching confines of her rectum. So perhaps her expected value of my morality weren't all that high to begin with. Embarrassingly, I ended up with my head in Abby's lap, crying as my story poured out of me while she lovingly stroked my hair.

Finally I rose, apologizing to her for making a prospect as I looked down at the storey in shame. She put her finger's breadth under my mentum, raising my gaze to meet hers."I think I might just have got a perfectly wonderful solution to ever concluding bit of this,"she promised with a smile.

I tried to get her to excuse, but she asked me to simply trust her. She asked if I could do that. nictitation away the weeping, I slowly nodded. We gathered our things and she led me to the parking lot. She triggered the remote control on her winder and a whiteness Bugatti blinked its lights and chirped in reaction.

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

She shrugged dismissively."One of them,"she replied."My husband Dillon likes toys."I couldn't help but think that it sounded exchangeable to my married man Frank. But the way Abby looked when she talked about Dillon made me suspect that their family relationship was far more positivist than my own. We rumbled through the streets, finding our way to an exclusive gated subdivision. Crossing through a mo gate put us on what first seemed like another residential street. But I gasped in awe when the roadway ended in a round drive in strawman of a vast house. Leaving the car in the driveway, Abby invited me inside. I was overwhelmed. I thought my hubby Frank liked his displays of wealth, but we lived like paupers in comparison. Marble statues lined the huge entry hallway, and the walls of the keep room were covered with what I presumed to be pilot kit and caboodle of classic art.

Abby and I sat down on the white leather lounge. All of the furnishings were exquisite, but I couldn't aid but notice a tattered corner on the matching recliner, its stuffing spilling out onto the trading floor."Spencer,"Abby explained, rolling her eyes. My eye fell on a immense Great Dane, napping on the floor behind the chair. He gave a lazy thump of his huge tail in response and then rolled back on his position to continue his nap. Then she took my hands in hers, and explained her design. My eyes went wide as she laid out the details ...

... My meat was pounding as she finished. I bit my lip, pondering this huge change to my living. Slowly I nodded in agreement. Abby flashed an bore smiling."I'm so excited !"she announced."Now, I will postulate to check with Dillon to make sure as shooting he's ok with this too,"she explained. I waited pensively as she picked up her headphone."Dillon, dearest, it's me. I'm sorry to bother you at work, but can your clear an hour from your docket and number home ? Yes, yes, it's very important. No, I really can't explain it over the sound. I'll just possess to show you, but I think you'll be thrilled ... OK, Sweets, I'll see you in half an hour. Bye !"She put away her phone."He'll be here at 9:30,"she explained."In the stand for clock time, why don't you see if you can't make friend with Herbert Spencer over there ?"I rose and approached the monstrously powerful Great Dane. He surely weighed in at well over 200 pound. But the big lug rolled onto his back as I approached, his behind wagging happily.

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

I was desperate to make a sound low gear imprint on Dillon. I meant to compliment him on what a magic married woman he had, and to gush about his fabulous home. Perhaps even say something witty. But alas, all I could manage was a serial of stammering groan,"Ugh..ugh..umff."It wasn't exactly my most articulate moment, but in my Defense, I did give birth twelve inches of Spencer's soda-can size dog cock hammering ballock deep into my anus like a jack cock as I lay draped over the armrest of the recliner. Spencer chose that consequence to force deep and hard with a brawny lunge, causing me to rise up on my toes. I issued a libidinous squeal of delight as he embedded his peter slub and allowed the grotesque organ to swell to obscene balance inside the clutching grasp of my rectal orifice.

"fountainhead,"Dillon pondered."Spencer sure seems stricken with her. That's a good reference."The Great Dane howled and unloaded the first of seemingly endless bam of hot frothing dog cum into my quivering bowels as I flailed in the hairgrip of yet another orgasm. As the profane fit played out, Dillon and Abby sorted out the details.

"She'll be live-in, of course, and will have assorted duties as both your personal helper and mine,"Abby explained."I've offered her 80,000 dollar sign per year to start. I know, it seems high gear, but love -- my gosh -- the fille has endowment, that you'll come to appreciate. And as you can see, she's certainly an eager silk hat when it comes to throwing herself into her work."

"Sounds good to me,"Dillon agreed, apparently entirely unconcerned about the money prospect."She can accept her pick of any of the upstairs bedrooms."

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

And with that, the arrangements of my new employment and living musical arrangement were settled. Shaking hands to seal the deal had to waitress of course, until Spencer finished unloading a bucket of churning dog cum up my ass, and then -- finally -- wrenching his faltering cock knot from the embracing clutches of my rectal cavity.



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December 11th - Afternoon

Abby, as it turned out, was an extremely competent and high-dollar divorcement lawyer. If you have a marriage that is circling the drainpipe, she's the sort of shark you want in your box. We discussed the details of how to get myself decoupled from my distressed relationship with weenie. She explained how these matter can sweep up on for twelvemonth if the fight over money gets ugly. I replied that I didn't want a nickel of his assets, and just wanted this to be over as quickly as potential. That, she told me, would make things amazingly easy. hotdog just needed to sign off, and we would be done.

"You don't know Frank,"I responded, tears forming in my center."The only matter he likes Sir Thomas More than money is a serious conflict. And he never lets go of anything. There is no way he's letting me get away without a atrocious battle."

Abby gave me a smile in reception."faith me,"she offered."I know how to deal out with the likes of him."She drove me to my house and we picked up Shindo. Other than the Akita and a few personal item, I left everything in the house, even tossing my car keys on the kitchen table since the vehicle was titled in Frank's name. Then I closed the doorway behind me and left for the very end time.

The mass of the good afternoon was spent in formulation. Abby put together a canonic uncontested divorce agreement, and I attended to former matters per her directions. By belatedly afternoon the contract was fired off to hot dog in an e-mail. We didn't have long to waitress for a reply. I read his answer and began to cry."See, I told you he would be absolutely frightful !"I sobbed, sorting through his cruel and profanity-laced reception which promised a prolong legal war. Abby simply nodded, telling me not to occupy, and she had expected no less. We put the second parting of her plan into action.

Anonymous email were sent to the"all-staff"computer address at hotdog's work. What text and email tangency I had for his Friend and mob were also included. Each contained just the subject line ‘ Frank's married woman ’, and an attached video file.

The video Indian file was a quality piece of work. Dillon had some fantabulous video recording gear, and Abby seemed a innate with the tv camera. She captured me from every slant, naked and enthusiastically enjoying a vigorous double-penetration from both Shindo and Spencer. Spencer lay on his back as I straddled him with my pussy. Shindo brought up the rear -- as it were -- pounding my upturned ass with every column inch of his marvellous doggy cock. A foamy three-fold cream pie filling brought the video recording to a rousing orgasm. Needless to say, respective hundred copy of the video served to take aim the steam out of Frank's luxuria for a fighting to stay fresh me. I didn't even manage about the personal overplus. The signed divorce papers popped into Abby's In-Box within the hour, and that, as they say, was that.

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