PROLOGUE

This is the tale of a mature adult female, Deepti Sinha. She lives in the big metropolitan neighborhood of Mumbai, India. She comes from a conservativist American Indian kinsfolk and married to a disorder man of affairs through an format wedlock, still a common custom in India and other countries in the region. She is a good womanhood, a skillful wife, and has made it her finish to create an environment of peace and consolation for her married man. It has been a chore that she was predisposed to perform even if the effort seemed under-appreciated.

Deepti is a submissive in personality and nature. The sole problem is that she is still incognizant 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 her married man in practically the same way she did when she lived with her parents and family unit before her coif marriage. Her natural momentum to please was of primary grandness to the man's family in order that he be freed to concern himself only with his rising vocation in business. They believed he was a man destined to succeed and bring citation to the family.

Deepti was a Virgin at marriage and understood little of the sexual human race or its potentiality. As it turned out, her husband, Prakash, had as little interest in sexual sexual congress as she had cognition of it. Unfortunately for Deepti, though, the consummation of their marriage and the early on old age to follow opened something within her that remained frustratingly unfulfilled by an inattentive husband interested more in his concern movement and vices, gambling and drinking, than the important magical spell of his wife. And, despite her elusive hints and flirtations, he remained consumed by other things. Being submissive, however, she found it difficult, if not impossible, to show her interest in exploring sex with him.

After 15 eld of a c***dless and sexually frustrating wedlock, she began to contemplate, fantasise, and imagine what might have been or might be if … The if was something she was not comfy with. This story is the geographic expedition she innocently began and found hard to control.

Hidden deep inside Deepti was a desire and need to satisfy and be satisfied in simple shipway initially, but in not so simple ways, eventually. But finding the way to meet and be satisfied seem impossible to her. out of the question until her world was opened up before her in a very unexpected way.

CHAPTER TWO

For two Day, I lived a daily spirit of self-recrimination and execration. For once, I was thankful that Prakash ignored me so I wouldn't have to profess everything was okay. When you don't interact except for the nude of communication exchanges, the font you put on is of piddling significance.

A dog. I let a dog lick my body. I was worse than a sporting lady, a tramp, a kasabi. How could I have done that ? What was wrongfulness with me ?

For two Day, I didn't think about anything but my shame. For two years, 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 days I denied my want, my crazed desire, my unsatiable craving for the sexual exit missing from my biography for all those years. For two day ….

Then, it started slowly, almost imperceptibly in my judgment. The retention crept into my consciousness that I hadn't LET the dog lick me. The dog licked me, but it hadn't been my decision or willingness that it happened. The dog appeared … from nowhere, really. It licked me while I was orgasming. The superstar were on top of my climax. My mind was confused, befuddled, foggy in the orgasmic state of departure. It really wasn't my fracture. I wasn't to blame. I didn't do anything …

Then, after yet another day, I recognized my continued motive, craving for sexual release. That hadn't changed, it still existed. That wasn't my fault or my doing, either. That was Prakash's demerit for ignoring me, for thinking and lovingness for his business concern more than his wife's concern. The craving was still real number, still demanding, and they needed to be satisfied. That hadn't changed. I needed a waiver. I needed stimulation for release.

When, on another day, the needs and cravings were as secure as ever, I again succumbed. After seeing Prakash off to exercise, I returned to the bedroom and undressed completely. I stood in straw man of the mirror for only a minute of arc, nodded to my thoughtfulness, and walked deliberately to the livelihood room window where I stood for five minutes. I set the timer because I was shaking terribly and knew I would end it too soon. When the timer on my sound buzzed, I ran into the bedchamber, retrieved my dildo and turned it on to a tame vibration. I stroked the oral sex over my clit and instantly shuddered in response. It seemed like so long since I had stimulated myself. I needed departure so desperately. I jammed the dildo into my cunt, which was wet and winking for something to be put into it.

It was quick. It was very quick. After crushing the dildo into my mess, I turned the nob up to the maximum. I used both hands, one to push up the grueling rubber vibrating phallus in and out while the other alternated between my engorged clit and each of my pinchable tit. My orgasm broke over me with a thunderous cry erupting cryptical inside me. My helping hand only paused, though, as my body shook. I never even took the buzzing dildo from my twat, only waiting for some strength and awareness to deliver to me. Then, my hands resumed. This time I left the dildo to vibrate as my fingerbreadth tortured my throbbing clit and I twisted and pinched my mamilla. I cried out in nuisance and erotic frisson 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 sounds in the flat above or below. I wasn't sure if anyone might be able to discover the screeching or not, but a report was loose to concoct. A simple declension while rearranging the shelves in the bedroom closet.

As I stood in the bedchamber, I saw my reflection in the mirror. I walked directly in front of it and gazed at my reflection, again. Critically, this time, like a week ago. I separated my thighs 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 arousal having extended them even more. I use my finger and twitch them, pinch them, and squirm them. It hurts, but I watch my facial nerve reaction as I do it, then I check out the nipple. They throb from the ill-usage and they stand out even further.

I look at my body, my body's response, and my mind is again on track for the exploration I had set for myself those days before. I look at my body closely as if to see the verity in the tegument, boob, mamilla, and cunt. I look up into my own eyes and that is where I see it, the truth, the proof, and the determination. I want it. I need it. I crave it. I want more of what I started. And, in that present moment of inspection, of self-contemplation, I know I am going to go back to the common. The dog's tongue felt heavenly. It felt grand. I am going back to the park and I will she-bop outside, again. But … if that dog returns …

Despite my finding, I am still working up the nerve to speculation back to the car park. I think I have erased the shame of the dog licking me. That recrimination was meditative of my house, Prakash, and what they would have heaped onto me should such an experience be witnessed and reported. I feel the exhilaration of the risk, again. The thrill of photograph and the danger it represents renews me and goads me. My sessions of masturbation in the apartment become more haunt and vivid. I have used a lot of images and fancy but none have produced such intense excitement, foreplay, and raw release as now. Now, all my judgement can see while the dildo or my fingers work at my cunt is the dog licking at my wet and gaping snatch. These mental image, though, don't stop consonant so quickly as it occurred in reality before. These mental image are of the dog overlapping at my drooling cunt as I lay spread before him, my fingers abusing my nipples until he and I bring me to a splendiferous climax that is replicated on my bed with the dildo. Any longer, those range, those thoughts, have become the craving. It seems completely reckless, not heedful, at all. But, I know it is now inevitable.

When I return to the Park, I am telling myself I don't believe the dog, any dog, could even be there in that smudge. I kept telling myself it would have to be a coincidence of epic proportions for that dog to be in the same place and same time as me. I am trying to keep myself from a immense disappointment, but inwardly I am still hoping to get that event, again. I rationalize that it might film several visits.

And, I am correct. I return to the green and my location. I scan around the region and I am virtually alone. I still hear auditory sensation of people and k**s in the distance, but I am alone in my blot out dapple. I push my jeans and panty down to my ankles to take into account even better exposure of my legs and I settle down in the wild grass. I start urgently with my fingers, but then involve a deep hint to calm 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 sounds of people, the sounds of birds and the city much further in the space is both calming and titillating. The audio of nature are refreshing and calming ; the phone of city life and people are stimulating, reminding of what I am doing and where I am doing it.

I reach to the side for my lowly rucksack and bump off the dildo, turning it onto a low mount. I place the end of it directly on my clit, rotating it over and around the nub. A longsighted shiver runs through my body. I hear rustling in the brushing or trees somewhere. I can't help myself. I awkwardly kneel, the dildo protruding from my cunt. I slowly raise my head to CAT scan around. I see nix, but I was trusted I heard something and the something was big. I kneel as straight as I can, rising as far as I can without standing. I still don't see anything. Then, it happens, again. A dandy crash through leaves. I almost cry out, but I can't. My jeans are around my ankle, I can't motility, much to a lesser extent escape. When I hear it the next time, I am prepared and my ear trace the sound. It isn't on the solid ground but up in the air, which means it must be in the trees around me. Then, a gravid mortarboard bursts out of a tree diagram about 15 feet from me. It has something trapped in its claws.

I am shaking from the build-up of epinephrine and the sudden substitute of not being found. I collapse to the ground in alleviation and, in the process, drive the dildo, still in my bitch, deeper into me. This clock time I do cry out in shock and stimulation. The vibrating head was jammed against my neck and the entire toy is nearly jammed inside me but for the base. The sensation is beyond anything I have experienced with the device, the buzzing inside me directly on my inner hatchway to my womb. I shake, my arms limp as my ass is firmly on the ground holding the heading deep inside me. I climax punishing and fall to my vertebral column, my eyes clenched tightly shut, not a sound penetrating from the outside ; the only strait is the pounding rush of my heartbeat in my ears.

It takes quite a while for my eubstance to find. Or, maybe I just allowed a long time to recover, enjoying the surrounding sounds of nature to slowly restitution and enfold me as I gazed back up at the blue sky and the sounds of the metropolis again homecoming to me. I am partially nude outdoors and I have just had a splendid orgasm that took my breath away.

As I casually walk downhill to the way, I am distracted by the feel still fresh in my mind, even my body. It isn't until I hear a bark that I look up. There coming over another ridgepole behind the localisation I had been was a dog bounding playfully. I stopped to follow, singular if it is the same dog. I couldn't William Tell from that distance for sure, but it was alike in breed and size. It seemed to be playing, chasing after something on the ground, picking it up and running back over the ridge. Playing ? That would intend it was with someone. It hits me that the old time I had the thought the dog looked like a pet, not a stray. It was well cared for and had a catch. I saw cipher that fourth dimension and didn't this fourth dimension, either. But, there could have been someone just over the ridge, like the dog seemed to be responding to now.

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

It becomes consuming, again. I not only fuck off to the thought of the dog, but I stand in strawman of the mirror, my wooden leg cattle farm as I run my digit over my cunt backtalk where the dog had licked. It is a miserable substitute using my finger, but I imagine them being the clapper of the dog. I rub intemperately, press on my clit, slipping one and two fingers inside. As my consistence moves closer to an orgasm, I look from my fingers on my bitch to my fount and eyes. I watch as my optic slowly modest to slits, then open wider and roll back so I see nothing as the orgasm takes grip of me.

I moved quickly to the living elbow room window and brazenly stood almost against the glass as if I wanted the stallion world to see how wound up my eubstance looked. I was so turned on that my bridge player rose to charter hold of my tits, fondling them and pinching my nipples. As my exhilaration began to rise, renewed, one hand slid down my stomach and between my legs. I was lazily stroking my cunt and clit when my eyes focused on the Sanjay Gandhi national Park in the distance. Somewhere in that Park, a dog might be roaming around. He may be brought to the Mungo Park by soul, but he has some exemption of movement. Whoever is with him doesn't seem to stay so close that either of the times I have seen the dog have I seen a person. Of course, the future time might be unlike. It was another risk of exposure. But, trying to run across up with one of the stray detent that run wild throughout the city and region would be a far bigger risk. They are tempestuous and brazen-faced and unpredictable, even dangerous. Not only would there be the Lapplander risk of infection of being seen with it, but many are said to behave madness and early diseases. It is rumored that some are even turning a bluish color from toxins they have come into inter-group communication with.

I returned to the Park even more committed. As I began my climb up the incline from the path, I saw a dog, maybe the same dog by the show, sitting at the ridge a little further past my hiding spot. As I climbed up to the same location I had used yesteryear times, it's impossible to see my footing and the dog. When I stopped to look, the dog was gone. When I reach my touch and looked all around to see if anyone was nearby or watching from a distance, 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 tractableness and risk by removing my brake shoe, blue jean, and scanty completely. I was standing in my handle position, peeking through the offshoot and over them, looking down at the path below and the surrounding expanse around me. Seeing nothing that raised any concern, and no dog, I unsnapped my jeans and lowered the zipper. I pried off my shoes and, with a final look around, pushing both my dungaree and scanty over my coxa and down my legs.

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

When I felt something wet slide over my ass, my mind attempted to switch from the problem of my wearing apparel to the touch sensation behind me. The second swipe of wetness caught me between my thighs and covered the length of my snatch. My brain reacted in surprise, fear, and joy all at the Saame instant. I thought I was alone. I even looked specifically for the dog. Suddenly, as if he were a ghost that didn't make any audio, he was licking my ass and cunt. I stumbled forward, falling and landing on the ground, rolling onto my back.

I looked down along my body to see the dog sitting at my mat metrical foot. Again, it seemed like the same dog with the same well cared for and well-trained deportment. I could see a medallion hanging from the collar, but I couldn't make out what it said. This was definitely a pet and it didn't have the facial expression of a pet who was lost. I struggled to my knees and looked around the field, again. If this was a pet, its owner might be nearby. Or, perhaps the possessor brought the dog out here to run and trail rabbits and such and was trained well enough for it to return on its own. The pattern explicitly required all bounder to be on a terzetto, but that was only a rule and people flaunted rules all the time.

I was leaning forward to peer through some branches when the dog did it, again. His wet rostrum bumped into my spread second joint and the feel, more than than the bump, caused me to devolve forward, again. This time I fell through some offset and the sound was unmistakable. That, of class, meant I had to scan around the area all over, again.

When I settled back down on my rear end, 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 large case with a carmine tip poking out. The color was only the first thing that seemed unlike about it. My only experience with cocks was Prakash and that nail down experience and previous curiosity became manifest here. I didn't know the dog's peter would be different, but it was.

His stopcock, though, wasn't what I was worry 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 cunt. It would be later before that thought would seem significant to me. Why would my snatch being licked by a female dog or human being be different ?

I had my opportunity in front of me, sitting quietly, patiently. And, there I was, my jeans and panties down at my ankle joint, my shoes off to the position. And, I was outside where I wanted to be. I leaned forward, trying not to do anything that might frighten the dog, and pulled the jeans from my feet, then the panties. I piled them side by side to my brake shoe and patted my thigh as the only way I could think of to appeal the dog. I added,"here, boy ”, and to my continued surprisal and delight, the dog moved forward. If I was going to let this dog get personal with me, I wanted to get to lie with him just a little, anyway. The medallion on his collar read,"Sheru ”, a Golden Retriever. His fur was well groomed despite what he picked up chasing through the encounter. The name Sheru means lion or tiger and given my context, the gens fit with the danger I was feeling.

I poked my headspring 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 last scarey encounter.

With my hands on the side of his headway,"Sheru, I want to be your special friend and I want you to do something very particular for me. I am sure, or at least I think I am sure, you haven't ever done anything like this, but …"

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

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

On my spine with my branch wide open, I closed my eye, and silently prayed I would not be attacked or mauled in the process of whatever happened succeeding. I lifted my knees and spread them out the way I had been doing before when I masturbate with the dildo. I knew I am wet ; I have been constantly. I raised my head and looked at the dog. His nozzle was sniffing and I knew he was picking up my scent. As his head lowered toward my fork, 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 snout was right there. I felt the air he expelled from his nose over my cunt mouth. It sent a shiver through my consistence despite the warmth of the day. I put my forefront back and moaned at the genius, but when his tongue came out and licked the total length of my cunt, I groaned and moaned over and over as his tongue greedily lapped at my sex, which I was sure enough was leaking fluids and providing him with more incentive for licking.

I was quickly beside myself with the sensations and emotions crashing through me. I was outside ; I was being licked by a dog ; I was nearly defenseless outside ; my raw and exposed sex was spread out ; I could get wind the plane above, see the plane ; I could hear the raspberry nearby, the syncope hum of traffic on the expressway near the Mungo Park ; I was outside. My trunk was rising to an orgasm ! Outside ! By a dog ! A dog was the first Male of any form to lick my slit. And, it was wonderful.

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

But it was about to. My orgasm was rising to an unlikely height. I felt like I might explode from my cunt outward. I clawed at my tee-shirt and bra, my finger's breadth struggling to get underneath to mash my nipples, to vellicate them, and to twist them. The pain was delicious and added to the rising ace from the tongue, that wonderful lingua. Then, it happened. My legs started shaking and flexing like backstage of a struggling run aground bird. When my orgasm crashed over me, I thrust my articulatio coxae into the air as if that action might somehow create a more intense contact with the tongue.

I remembered hearing a cry but it was second before it dawned on me that the cry came from me. When that dawning settled on me, I scrambled from the dog to encounter my jeans and shoes. I quickly got dressed, tying my shoes before fully pulling my jeans up. I stood and looked around nervously as I fastened the crack and zip. I smoothed my hair and brushed the Grass, leaves, and dirt from my apparel as good I could. I looked around again, then exited my post, worried that someone might have heard the cry and come to investigate.

Not seeing anyone coming, I took several thick breaths to calm myself as I descended to the track. Then, a pennywhistle, a loud and demanding whistle, carried through the air and the dog, Sheru, went bounding gamey up the hill. Oh, no … the dog did arrive with somebody !

CHAPTER THREE :

Again, the after-experience of what happened in the Park consumes my existence in respective ways. Not the least is the overpowering receptive issue that exceeded anything my resource could predict. But, close behind those emotions was the chilling cognizance 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 coming that wasn't self-induced. In fact, it was the best, most intense, stunning, and consuming orgasm of my life story. And, something I had never experienced, I was the sole attending of a male while having any form of sex. The dog … a dog ! … was the first male to fully focus his endeavour on giving me sexual pleasance. Whether, in realness, the dog was really focused on an endeavour of giving me an orgasm or merely enjoying the perfume and outflow coming from my bitch, the final result was the Sami. The dog gave to me without the consideration that I was expected to kick in to him in any way or form. My altogether experience previously had been the dutiful movement of marriage for the production of a folk. The estimate of sex merely for its own pleasure, sharing, joy, and idolatry had been unidentified. A dog showed me what the sex act could be.

But, there was also the chilling issue produced by hearing the tin whistle and seeing Sheru's straightaway response. There could be little question that the pennywhistle was intended for Sheru. The issue, though, was that the mortal behind the whistling appeared to let the dog significant freedom to wander on his own. The risk of others in the Park finding me during any such action was suddenly minimized by the interrogative sentence of the soul who was calling the dog.

I was a fair sex on fire, though. That vision and memory consumed not only every meter I masturbated but became increasingly difficult to consider any other course of action in my new twistedly erotic considerateness. I became slightly abusive of my own body. Standing before the mirror, it was as if my thoughtfulness was taunting me to military action as I twisted, pinched, and pulled my nipples. I did the Saami to my clit, those nubs throbbing from the aggressive attention I gave them while my eyes focused on the activity, my optic seeking the eyes of the woman in the mirror as if I was beseeching her to quit. But, it continued and grew in very belittled stone's throw. I attached clothespins to my nipples as I shoved the dildo into my snatch. Who knew bother could be so entice, erotic.

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

Something more was the key. I could easily go back to the common 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 count at me, directly at me, then backward, back and Forth before running away from me. It sent chills down me that day when I questioned if the dog's proprietor was keeping it from coming to me. Did the possessor know I was there or was it merely a coincidence of timing ? And, if it was timing, then the dog might come to me and the possessor come shortly after. The view sent a chill through me. It also excited me. It also worried me. I was becoming so needy of release and experience. It was seeming like a spiral of want and craving, the end of which I didn't understand.

This took detainment in my mind increasingly. What could I do to receive new elements of risk without involving the dog or brazenly being naked or nearly so in park ? I had previously gone out for walking in the vicinity around the flat without underwear on. That was thrilling at the time, but in consideration of what I had done in the Park, it was very safe. I considered how I could project that type of experience to another level. I came up with wearing one of my sari with only a top. I had several that were semi-sheer and others that were strong. As I considered the idea, I wondered if a semi-sheer was too much of a risk. Of grade, putting participating thought into the estimation had the predictable gist of pushing me in that direction.

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

The sari 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 wear. In a normal application, wearing both top and petticoat, you hold the saree internal end with the forget mitt, making sure the bottom is at floor level, tucking the top border into the petticoat. The saree is passed around the presence while maintaining the same height to the floor. Keeping the top edge level, tucking a little into the petticoat to keep the saree firmly in place. Pleats are formed by folding from the right wing and tucking the edge. Tucking the pleat into the half-slip, the pleat should flow straight. Then, bringing around the saree, holding it to the right field and passing it to the left wing, arranging the border evenly. Then d**** it over your left shoulder joint allowing the end art object to pass casually.

It is often, if not generally, worn with a denude mid-drift. I studied it in the mirror. The way it is worn and hang, it must be worn with a top because of how it hangs and d****s. Below, however, from the waist down, the physical structure is covered, with or without a half-slip. I was odd, though, about wind. I retrieved a storey fan and arranged it near the mirror. I took the sari off and removed the underskirt. How do I do the tucks without a petticoat ? Perhaps by just using a thin out knock ? I put a thin bang at my hips, then put the saree back on. It takes respective minutes and I was deliberate to make believe the tucks secure each time. Having tucks give way without a petticoat would be most block. Once completed, I turned the fan on at a low swiftness to test a normal wind pep pill in the streets due to wind and trucks and cars. As I turned, it was possible for the folds to develop up when the air caught it just right. I found, though, that for my ass to fully show, I needed to take the flexure by hand and rive it across the back of my legs. It was an luxuriant effort, but it was potential to do and it involved several risk depending on the rapier, the security of the belt, the wind, and the material.

I knew where this was going, too. The risk were all manageable and that was becoming unacceptable. I needed the ingredient of risk of exposure. I needed the factor of not having everything within my mastery. I elected to use a semi-transparent saree fabric. Normally, it is worn over an elaborate top or fashion bra along with a patterned petticoat since some of it might be visible. The sheer sarees are very much worn with manner 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 overlapping traffic pattern and material layers.

I knew where I wanted to walk. It was very inhabit with old and young and quite an busy. It would be arrant. I live in the Sunder Nagar dominion which is bordered by New Link Road to the west and Swami Vivekanand Road to the east and Goregaon - Mulund tie-in route to the S. Between these is a district known for educational institutes including schools and colleges.

Sunder Nagar is mostly Hindu ( 75 % ) and the rest is mainly Muslim. There are bakery and early shop class in the expanse. I intend to focus my base on balls along Sunder Nagar Road past many shops, a school, and respective colleges with my destination being the Sunder Nagar Garden. This is a turgid viridity blank space with activity for all historic period. A playground for young c***dren and families and football game, cricket, and badminton basis for teenagers and young men ( mostly ). There is a walking track of 600 meters.

When I exited the construction, I was immediately hit with the belief of pic. Whether or not I was mattered little. The people who looked my way as I merged onto the walk I was convinced were seeing through my sari below my waist. The farther I walked, the more well-to-do I started becoming as I found the multitude coming toward me were not staring transfixed at my groin. But, the mass behind me became my business organisation. I noticed that even I tended to notice the backs of people because your options 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 find evidence of anyone smirking or staring at me.

I walked the entire Sunder Nagar Garden grounds and spent most of my time away from the family area, just in case. There was a mathematical group of immature men playing football game and others standing along the sides watching. I surveyed the area and prefer a shoes away from the activity but near sufficiency to be watching. I looked around to learn where the great unwashed were, then reached behind and pulled the saree fold across the back of my ramification to peril my ass and peg. I felt the air motility over my bare cutis and it felt so impish. It was what I felt at Sanjay Indira Nehru Gandhi Park, but this was a populated, interfering arena. I quickly dropped the folds back in place, fussing with it to be certainly it had fallen completely.

I was literally dripping when I returned to the flat. I knew, someday, I would take the probability 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 very much and continued for so long that I was running out of clip for having dinner ready when Prakash returned from 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 preset course 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 existence. I had this personal outlook to serve, but there was less and less to give. My life was becoming an endless repetition of mundane duties. The only things he wished from me was cook, clean, and provide a overstrung environment for him when he returned from his oeuvre. My newfound erotic cravings were making this existence seem less and less tolerable. I also knew, though, there was nil to be done about it. It was my life history. It was the life I was given to get, to suffice my husband. If I somehow managed to find early pleasance, no matter how thrilling and engaging they might be, I had fiddling real option in sprightliness than the situation I had.

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

I was shocked by what I found on the net. I searched for information on dog tool and found muckle of that. I found scientific selective information about the norm of cocks based on breed and size of it and similar data about human male that included comparisons based on ethnicity. There were dog cocks every bit as big as the average size of men. But, as I found just by looking at the tip of Sheru in the ballpark, the Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe and role of dog cock were very dissimilar. Not the least of the difference of opinion was a bulging constitution at the bag of the rooster that was similar to a testicle. I was intrigued that it was an evolutionary feat to amend insemination of the female dog by locking the two together when the grayback had swelled inside the female.

I sat back and looked at the characterisation of the dog cock, my focusing continually diverted to the international nautical mile. I wondered if that knot wasn't painful. My curiosity led to a modification of the search. I was curious if there was anything showing dogs fucking and possibly with a human woman. I don't acknowledge how I could be surprised by anything I found on the internet, anymore. There were Thomas Nelson Page of search results. I found scene of woman penetrated by dogs, their cunts distended by the knot inside. I went to retrieve my dildo, turning it to a higher setting, and inserting it into my own slit before continuing my limited review on the computer.

My next venture of ‘ research'turned to videos. The piece of ass of dogs was crazy and frenetic. Many seemed to require some help at some point as the dog seemed to give birth a difficult time penetrating the woman and staying on her. I went back to search for that doubt. I found that frankfurter initiated insight with little or no photograph of their cocks from the case. nearly of their erection normally occurred during penetration and early screw. Then, the knot eventually formed with increase rip flow and they were locked together before his climax.

The most intriguing photos and videos to me were the I capturing the knot inside the fair sex's cunt, then the gaping trap in her after the dog finally pulled out. The television showing the mass of cum streaming out was surprising. I happened on a looping video of the burl coming out and cum streaming out with it. I let it loop repeatedly as I assisted the dildo with my fingers, climaxing myself with a shattering sexual climax in front man of the laptop.

I quickly looked at the clock on the lower right hand of the screen, then relaxed as I found plenty of metre. I walked to the large windowpane and stood before it, my fingerbreadth casually exploring my wet and very pliable slit lips and opening after the nice orgasm. I squeezed my nipples with the other hired hand as my centre rose to the Sanjay Gandhi national Park in the aloofness. I had one extended experience with a dog. Only one. I hadn't been able to get it out of my head teacher since. I wanted that experience, again. The Lapp experience, even with the identification of the danger that there was an proprietor in the area somewhere. Now, though, the craving had morphed into something much more, more require, more raunchy, more brute, and more unsafe. Being seen masturbating would be bad. Being seen licked by a dog would be worse. But, being seen fucked by a dog ? Yet, each step in my imagining sent my centre racing, my breathing space was taken away, and my puss dripping.

Could I allow myself to be fucked by the dog ? His shaft tip was showing. He must birth had some realisation of the place and potential, even if he hadn't been with a charwoman, the scent was there and he would key on that. Perhaps, if I avoided the knot, it could be managed. If I could avoid 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 digit idly touching my nipples and cunt back talk, I thought about the pictures and TV I had seen on the computer screen. The knots seemed so with child compared to the cocks, how did they penetrate ? But, if they can superintend it to a dog kick, it can certainly happen to a cleaning lady. That was obvious based on the telecasting and moving picture. Could I do this new thing ? It's one matter to masturbate and it's another to let a dog punch you. What about letting a dog riding horse you, fuck you ? Could I do that ? Could I do that out there, in the open, almost ?

Again, I really didn't question where my resolve would lead me. It was almost like I was on some form of route that I didn't know where it would guide, but I knew I couldn't get off, either, even if I wanted to get off. And, I wasn't sure I would want to. I had been ignored for so long, frustrated for so long. What was happening to me now was beyond my imaginings and phantasy. At times, it was almost like I didn't aid what might find to me, but it did matter and I did care. I had to like. I would take in nothing if …

I ambled along the itinerary and false interest in the sights to allow the other citizenry who had been surrounding me to affect ahead and around the plication in the itinerary. This seemed to be an unco busy day in the Mungo Park. I hadn't noticed anything extra about the day, but something must be bringing the crowd out. Maybe, it might just have been the beautiful day. A violent storm had gone through the Nox before leaving brighten skies and air that seemed somehow new, which isn't normal for a city with this many people, traffic, and industry.

When I decided it was safe to strike off the itinerary and not suck up attention, I started up the slope, scanning the hillside in figurehead of me and above as I picked my footing. I was thinking this might not be a day when the dog was here when I suddenly heard a playful barque ahead and to my left. It was a bingle auditory sensation that seemed more like a salutation than a series of barque indicating a playful recitation. 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 direction of the location of our late meetings.

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

I stood just outside the cluster of brush and belittled tree diagram that created my protected space. I continued to scan above and below for anyone else walking off the path. As I was, the dog ambled to me, stopping 20 foundation in front of me. When I glanced down, I found him patiently sitting as if awaiting my direction. It was the same dog. I didn't even need to look closely at his ribbon gently swaying beneath his collar, the rumination of sunlight glinting off the shiny alloy. I found myself relieved it was the same dog and skittish at the same clip. The relief came from a feeling of big familiarity. The nervousness came from a sense of pushing my fortune with reiterate encounters with the same a****l that had to be in the park with an owner who had to be somewhere in the superior general expanse. Even if this owner was trusting and tolerant enough to allow the dog considerable free-rein to vagabond and chase, which time would he occur upon to follow close by ?

I pushed that thought aside, however. These encounters with the dog had become something I could no longer logically explicate or rationalize. I felt as though my lifetime had changed into a mundane, routine, and rote macrocosm that had no early meaning then filling the time space between the experiences I devised for myself, experiences that had an increased risk but also reward. My dull and ordinary animation seemed to be now careening down a mountain route of needlelike curves and switchbacks while my bracken were slowly leaking fluid and the power to control my descent. As frightening as the risk was, the opinion of excitement and being alive was greater.

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

Without any more than concern about my surrounds or the act I was about to attempt to do, I reached under the dog and stroked his belly. When I touched his sheath, which was my goal, I think I flinched as often as the dog did. He stood briefly but sat back in the same spot he had been, apparently leave to accept these advancement from me. Then, I thought maybe I could form my intentions a little more obvious even to a dog. I sat back, removed my shoes and socks, then stood and pushed my jeans and panties off my hips and down my wooden leg. He sniffed at me when I stood in figurehead of him. When I spread my legs, his schnozzle moved between my second joint sniffing before his tongue shot out and licked me, again. I shivered from the touch. The touch I had one fourth dimension considered so outrageous and decadent was now only a prelim for much more.

I knelt next to him, my script returning to his belly. When my fingers again found his sheath, his top dog moved to me, his tongue lapping at my nerve. I giggled. Not only did I happen upon a bequeath male, but one that was appreciative. While he licked my face, I stroked his sheath and felt his cock coming out. This was new for me. Prakash didn't give the opportunity or show desire for playfulness during the limit sex we had. As my fingerbreadth stroked his bare, exposed shaft, the dog flinched and whined. I remembered something I read on-line. Any cock protected in a sheath is quite sensitive when exposed. I brought my hand up to my face and licked it liberally, then let the dog lick it, and I returned to touching his exposed cock. I could feel a fluid coming from the tip and smeared it over my finger's breadth. 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 much cock was now exposed. I could also see more than liquid forming at the tip of his turncock. The more I smeared over my fingers and transferred to his hammer, the Thomas More fluid formed. It was truly an worry electric organ for my inexperient mind to lay eyes on. A minute tip that grew thicker and narrowing slightly toward the sheath.

With him on the ground, I moved to his snout, my genu positioned on either side of it. He was immediately aware and reached forward to lap at my drooling cunt. bitch. Using that words before was so infrastructure and effete. Now, a dog overlapping at it after I had been fingering his cock, snatch 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 lots. I couldn't back out now ! I had to see what it was like.

I moved to my hired man and knee like I had seen on the internet. The dog came up behind me, licked at my bitch and ass several prison term, then he seemed to take over. He jumped onto my back, his social movement legs going around my waist. The feeling of fur on my lower back was sensuous. The beginning stab of his stopcock at my butt woke me up and reminded me of how awry and decent this was. A dog was on my back and he was probing with his putz to notice my cunt initiative. He probed and probed. His cock was striking my butt cheeks and around my slit. The pointy, bony putz harm after a few thrust. 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 case. I watched with fascination as his extended cock bobbed beneath him as he walked around me. All he needed was to fathom me, then I was certainly we would be good.

I reached back, first around my hip but that was too awkward. I shifted my hand between my second joint, felt his cock stabbing at me, felt it glance off my palm and hit me near my cunt. I shifted my bridge player up slightly and the next stabbing slid over my palm and into my opening. I pressed back against him and he used his movement 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 here and now, in case.

It was delirious ! A cock ! I had a pecker inside me, again ! It felt wonderful and amazing and everlasting and decadent. I felt everything he did to me. He relaxed his front legs slightly, moved forward and took me firmly with his peg, again. His piece of ass was like zero I had experience. True, my experience was marginal, but naught I imagined prepared me for the onslaught of fucking I received. I gasped and moaned in a continuous chorus of hushed sounds, barely maintaining some cognisance of my surroundings and circumstance.

I felt something banging against my cunt on the outside, pressing against my lips and chess opening, pressing and stretching my opening. For minute, I was too consumed by the experience to relate what was happening. When it did, I tried pulling away from the a****l, fearing the knot entering me, but his legs around my waist held me in situation. I was just a bitch to him at this point. He was mating and his inherent aptitude was to knot me. The more I squirmed and moved, the more movement there was of his cock inside me. He was stabbing me, rubbing along my slit walls, penetrating me deeper than I had been fucked before by my hubby. My trunk reacted the only way it could with all the stimulation, a****listic nature of the act, and my mind's overdrive of conflicting feel. I orgasmed !

One bit my entire organic structure burst into bliss, hullabaloo, and ecstasy. The next moment that ball of pulp on the base of Sheru's putz was inside my pussy. My orgasm must make loosened my opening night, eliminated just enough resistance. His cock drove suddenly deeper inside me. The knot felt massive inside me, filling me more completely. His cock was still driving at me, but the knot restricted his effort. I forgot about the ramification of the knot and only focused on what was happening inside me. The tool and Calidris canutus were both growing, swelling. He pulled back against my initiative to thrust further into me, but the gnarl restricted him. Instead, something unexpected and unknown happened. The mi pressed against me inside, somewhere inside me and behind my clitoris. Whatever it was, the pressing was galvanizing and vivid, jerking of fiery erotic stimulation coursing from my cunt into my consistence. I felt it on my clitoris, in my teat, and sent shiver and goosebumps up my neck and into my scalp.

I was crashing into another orgasm when I felt his peter inside jerk and pulse violently. The future sensation was my snatch being washed in warm spurt of dog cum. I cried out. I couldn't help it. I didn't want to or stand for to, but my mouth joined the rest of my consistency in joyous release.

As my body descended from the orgasmic peak previously unconquered, my mind rose up to the turmoil of my situation. Not only did I joyously cry out my euphoria, I was now tied to the dog. My judgement replayed the videos I had seen. The women were stuck to the dog for instant, maybe many. How was I to know ? The videos were snippets of action mechanism only. Suddenly, my ear see sounds everywhere around me. The smallest sound of a leaf in the twist against the twig was some person crashing through the skirmish concealing me.

The dog whimpered as he tugged to relinquish himself. He had done something I thought should be impossible. He raised his leg over me and was now standing facing the opposite way. We were ass-to-ass. I had seen it in picture, but somehow it didn't seem so significant then. I didn't understand. I hadn't seen how the dog got into that position, only that he was. He pulled and I could experience my cunt pull away from my physical structure. I gasped and shuddered. That same sensation was happening, again. The knot was pressing on that touch. I raised my hips up and the mi jammed against that daub inside me with extra effect. I realized I could cum all over again. I shivered at the opinion. Twice, already, I have climaxed and I was thinking of doing so, again ? Yes, I was ! It felt so delicious, so repugnant, so … decadent. A dog had just fucked me !

After another pocket-size orgasm, the knot seemed to stretch my brim and opening to escape. I fell to the primer coat and the dog lay near me and started licking his putz. I slipped my arm under my human face and watched. I watched his tongue, the Saame glossa that had pleasured me, lick his own tool clean.

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

vertebral column at abode, 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 pass to someone else. At night, I dream about it and feared that my speech sound might alert Prakash to something unusual.

Standing in front end of the mirror, again, naked and activated. When I stripped away the terror of the hazard I took, what remained was the store, the feeling of being fucked … finally, fucked. The feelings come back with fierce realization and chilling excitement. New thoughts fight for consideration. Pushing aside the ever-present little terror and fear for brief consequence, the desire to relive those touch come rushing in. In those import, surrounded by the fear, was the realisation of fulfilment. fulfillment of demand that have been missing, vacant for so long. Could I risk it, again ? Could I not ?

The mirror is my window into my soul and desires. I have come to see the image of myself as the real number me, the me that demands to be released. And, that image is taunting me, challenging me, daring me. Her teat are extended, even for her. I spread my legs for her to depict me the snatch that enjoyed the dog. She smiles at me as her legs bedspread. I see her puss sass as plain as her mammilla standing out proud and pleading to be touched. I see her move a hand to a teat, pinching it and smiling at me as she does it.

I looked at her in the mirror."strumpet ”."bitch ”."Dog-bitch !"I looked at her face. Rather than be humiliated and ashamed, though, she smiled back at me. I try again,"facial expression at your bitch mouth showing there, begging to be seen and used. You liked the dog parting those lips, didn't you ? You liked being a gripe for that dog."She only smiled back at me. Her center 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 freeing and pleasure !"

CHAPTER Little Joe :

I returned to the Park a couple more times, skipping a day in-between visits so as not to awake suspicion from anyone, especially Prakash, if he should notice. The dog wasn't there. One day I spotted a isolated dog in the aloofness, but after Sheru I didn't want to gamble on my safety with a stray.

On the third visit, as I climbed up the slope from the path, I spotted a dog in the Lapp location where I had seen Sheru arrive before. This dog wasn't Sheru, however. This was a German sheepman, but it acted much the Lapplander 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 opportunity on calling to it since despite not being Sheru it didn't flavour like a stray. I bent over and clapped my helping hand together, then patted my second joint hoping it would withdraw those natural process as index number of my calling him. I didn't want to verbally call in out to him for fear of drawing attention to me and my location.

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

I knelt on the priming coat and offered him the back of my hand. His sniffed it and allowed me to scratch his ear. Despite being a piddling intimidated by German sheepherder, this dog had an affectionate and playful disposition. Reassured by his posture, I looked closer at him and found he had the same arrest as Sheru's. The decoration hanging from it read,"Balaji ”, which I knew meant substantial. Looking at the a****l, I had no doubts about that.

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

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

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

‘ An booster, only.'

‘ What do you require ?'

‘ cipher. 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 President George W. Bush with you. You have enjoyed him, haven't you ?'

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

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

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

I burst out of the Dubya and sprinted down the slope to the itinerary. I was still running when I arrived at the offset of the trail. When I stopped to catch my breathing place and draw up myself, I realized the headphone had buzzed several meter. I opened it, again, finding a series of former textbook messages. I quickly shut the telephone set, jammed it into a backbone pocket of my dungaree and left the Park.

I buried the sound in one of my brake shoe in the rachis of my closet. I ignored it for the rest of the day and Night. I had to resolve what I wanted to do. Did I need to plan now for the whip ? What could I possibly plan ? If I was exposed, I would be exposed. What possible account or floor could I concoct to explain away such a revealing ?

I fretted all through dinner party, the even and throughout the Nox. I tossed and turned, getting minuscule log Z's as my psyche imagined all sorts of possibilities, all bad. All through the come day, evening, and night, it was only marginally better. The day after I began thinking the mortal on the other phone might not ingest meant harm to me, after all. Then, another dreaded idea came to me. He had purchased both earpiece. Couldn't he use the constitutional GPS to track the telephone I had ? How did that work ? Was that social occasion he could manage or did he need to go through the cellular telephone service to get that information ?

I retrieved the phone from my hiding spot in the loo. I powered it up and looked at the text edition messages from before. I was struck by his finale text : I told you, aught. I don't know who you are and won't try to find out. My just pastime is in trying to help you.

It was the terminal one sent before I shut the phone off. The early texts he sent were enquiring if I was still there. Obviously, I wasn't. I sat down to think this through. All those skirmish were with his wiener and he had been aware of it and continued to bestow his dogs for me to encounter. Never had he approached or intruded. If he was there somewhere, he was a recollective way off. He never was close decent to see into the bushy area where I was and was never visibly closelipped when I left. Maybe he didn't want anything. Maybe he really didn't intend to intrude on my privacy by finding out who I was. I wondered, then, what did he entail by ‘ my only interestingness is in trying to help you'?

I prepared a text substance and sent it. ‘ What did you think you only want to try to help me ?'I was expecting there would be a hold to get a response since I had waited several days. Instead, the telephone set buzzed almost instantly.

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

‘ Why are you doing this ?'

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

‘ The offset time when I shrieked ?'

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

‘ What did you believe might be happening ?'

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

‘ And ?'

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

There was a pause, an electronic silence hanging between us. I didn't know what to say in rejoinder. 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 matter ? To a stranger ? But, it was his dog. He already knows. And, something was happening within me. This dialog, like it was flipping a switching inside me. Before I knew what I was doing, my fingers were flying over the little keys.

‘ He fucked me. Your dog fucked me.'

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

‘ Sir 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 soul came along.'There was another electronic secretiveness and I wondered if the connection was broken.

‘ Can you come to the ballpark tomorrow, 11:00 AM ? I will bring 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 assist you."Am I crazy ? But, even he can say I need this, desire it, crave it. The little bit he has witnessed, he understands me.

‘ Yes. 11:00.'

I shut the headphone and powered it off. My handwriting were shaking. I put the earpiece inside my running shoes I would be wearing tomorrow. Now I have individual pimping his detent to me ? I walked to the mirror in the bedroom and removed my clothes. I looked into the heart of my image.

"He's sending his andiron to you to enjoy. He's sending his dogs to you to fuck."I looked down at her bureau to find the nipples becoming more erect, straining outward. I parted my leg and she duplicated the motion. Her lips were already glistening with her arousal."You really are a dog-bitch, aren't you ? Even if all you can get is dog-cock, it is expert enough."Her middle were sparkling, her mouth turned into a smile, and her head nodded.

I was woozy when I arrived at the green and made my way to the positioning within the brush I had been using for my outdoor acting with the dogs. I noticed as I left the main track that my visits up the incline had begun wearing a faint path into the wild skunk. As I approached the cluster of brushing and pocket-sized Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree that formed my sequester spot, I looked up to the rooftree above and checked my watch. It was only a few minutes before 11:00 AM. I surveyed around me, checking into the length, and was satisfied there was nobody else who might wander nearby.

I heard a bark and I looked in the direction of the sound to find a gravid dog alike to Balaji and the figure of a man against the background and sky. The dog bounded ahead of the man, stopped briefly, then bound down the slope toward me. The man stopped at the ridgeline and settled onto the footing. He was no longer hiding his mien, though he remained at a distance that I could not recognize his features, therefore, he could not spot mine. Still, though, seeing the man I had been texting sent a thrill through my physical structure as I watched the dog approach. The impact of the change in the situation hit me fully. The dog approaching me belonged to the man up on the mound who had arranged this clip for all of us to be in the like blank space. And, the only ground for that arrangement of meter 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 owner of the dog. There was an possessor of the dog, and he was right there on the hill.

I turned, stooped, and stepped into the area of brush and fiddling trees. A present 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 neckband and tag. It was the Lapp German Shepherd, Balaji. He sat in front of me. I stroked him and, not knowing any former way, used the same advance to him that I had with Sheru. I slowly worked my hand onto his side and belly, then down by his sheath with a few ‘ accidental'glancing touches along the side of the sheath. He reacted the Saami as Sheru, a slight flinch, but nix more. With my brass alongside his, I was intention on what my hand was doing underneath him so I was surprised to get a long, wet clout over the face of my aspect. I turned my face directly to him and closed my eyes as he began licking my face. It was at that moment that I took hold of his sheath and the cock inside.

The tip of his prick was already poking out and the precum coming from it provided the lubrication I needed to begin stroking his turncock as it escaped the protective natural covering of the sheath. In moments, there was enough turncock exposed I felt it was good. I stood in front end of the dog and opened my blue jean. I pried off my track shoes, then pushed my denim and panties down my wooden leg. Strange how doing this in front of the dog caused a self-aware belief as if he were a person who might judge or appraise what I was showing him. I don't think he was, but he seemed to be appreciating what was happening because his putz grew from the sheath another inch or so.

Naked now below the waistline, I went to my bridge player and knees in front of him. As I could have got predicted with even my limited experience, his tongue first went to my cunt and ass, licking me various times. It felt wonderful, the clapper soaring over my wet cunt lips. It took a dog to chip in care to my slit with lips and knife. I giggled at what the dog was uncoerced to do for me that my husband would never weigh. I moaned at the intellection of what was to amount shortly and that it took dogs to hold me tittup after all these years.

I reached back with a hand to push his snout away and pat my ass, hoping to consume him mount me. After a few tries, he did, jumping onto my spine, his furry belly on my bare ass and downhearted back. I remembered last time and slipped a helping hand between my legs and with a little assist from me, he with driving his cock into my cunt with less painful stabbing. I gasped loudly at the penetration and followed that with deep moan of satisfaction as the turncock quickly began thrusting, the unrestrained fucking that, again, took my breathing space away.

Balaji was stronger and more aggressive than Sheru had been. It took some getting used to, but it became thrilling and state of nature. I found all I could do was plant my knees and hands into the ground and hold myself steady against his attack. His rear feet shifted as he attempted to gain wagerer basis and leveraging with which to drive his hammer into his new gripe. I pressed back against him, holding a steadfast and firm spatial relation for him to fuck against. And, it was what I became, a bitch. I realized my oral fissure was emitting a firm flow rate of low, guttural groan, pant, and groan. I heard nothing but the sounds coming from my mouth, the grunts and panting from the dog, and the squishing of our mating organs, his cock driving into my wet and drooling cunt. If anything was happening outside the coppice protection, I had no awareness of it and, at the moment, I could feature cared less.

It was as if all the frustration and motive from the age of being ignored was being pushed out of my consistency with each phrenetic, frenzied thrusting. It wasn't that Sheru hadn't been as good fucking me, but I hadn't been released for him. I was still nervous, doubtful, and self-aware. This time, I came prepared to release myself, to fully devote myself to whatever dog was brought to me. There was no dubiousness, worry, or wondering about a dog on this visit. I knew there would be a dog. The possessor who I was communicating with would take one here for me. I came knowing I was going to know a dog. And, I was. Gloriously and with abandon.

The mi was pressing against my opening. Unlike the previous time when I tried not to be tied, I pressed back against the dog pressure at me. I wanted it all, again. The dog and I worked together, though he was more emphatic in his feeler. He stretched me. The little experience I had was sufficient, though, to understand what was happening and what was going to occur later. I was like an a****l, myself. I wanted more, all, everything. I teased myself in the mirror of being a bitch, a slut. But, the communications with the man, the owner, something snapped spread inside me. Again, something happened, another doorway opened, and I was going to pelt along through it. What would bump later, would take place. Now, though, now I was going to be thoroughly fucked and tied to Balaji, be his bitch. What was happening to me ? How could I handle ? At that moment, the knot stretched me enough to pop into my slit, filling me, pressing his putz deeper into my cunt.

The dog pulled back to pound into me, but his trend was constricted. The tangible force, though, was pressing his knot firmly, roughly against that spot inside me and I exploded. My entire body seemed to react. The sexual climax shook my branch, my tum twitched, my toes curled, my slit clasped around the putz and knot inside. My scalp tingled and I shivered from my ft to my head.

I was no sooner coming down from that explosive climax and I felt his stopcock muscle spasm and jerking inside me. I pulled away from him as I felt his cum spurt trench inside. I wasn't trying to get away. My body, if not my brain, connected to that spot inside me and the knot inside me. I pulled, jamming my hips up, cramming his knot against that smirch. I came, again.

I was lying on my back, exhausted. I looked to find Balaji off to the face casually licking his stopcock clean. 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 buzz. I dug it out of my blue jean and opened it. There were repeated text from him.

‘ arrest where you are. Let Balaji come out first. Someone heard you. I will distract 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 pantie and jeans on. I marveled, again, at the quantity of cum that dogs gave. I put my shoes on and stretched my head up to find a man slowly, curiously, stepping off the course in my focal point. I got Balaji to suffer and pushed him through the bushes. As soon as he was seeable, I heard a meretricious pennywhistle from further up the incline and heard Balaji running toward the man as he called loudly to it, scolding it for wandering off. I check in the early focal point to discover the funny man watching the dog, then returning to the path.

I hadn't realized I was holding my breathing place until I expelled it in relief. tragedy avoided. And I started giggling.

CHAPTER FIVE :

All the thrilling experiences and worked up quiver of doing them in the ballpark paled in comparison to the concluding experience. And, it had little to do with Balaji or Sheru. But, knowing that the man, the owner of the hound, was there, watching and cognisant sent my reactions over the top. It wasn't just that I thought he might be around somewhere ; or, that someone might be suspicious by my move up the swill ; or, someone might hear something unusual. No, it was all of them … in jigaboo. When I got the text warning me about the man on the itinerary who heard my cry, it scared me to my core. But, as strange as it might voice, it also excited me. That the man, the owner, was on the slope above waiting and watching, fully aware and encouraging of me being mounted by his dog, was beyond anything else. The piece of ass was marvelous. The emotional reaction to the stage setting took my orgasmic chemical reaction to another level.

After that experience, the texting messages became more personal. He was emboldened by my expressions of gratitude and my responses to the recreate comments became burbling. He asked me how it felt during the nooky by the firedog ; what the knot felt like ; how much cum they shot into me. Initially, it was a combination of intrusive and humiliating, but I couldn't block off myself from responding back to him with answers that soon became elaborate and expressed the excitement I had felt.

As I shared in some contingent about the feel of the knot stretching my cunt to enter or snuff it, about the stream of dog-cum draining from my cunt after, about the touch sensation of the dog's fur on my bare lower back, he started asking personal questions, not about the act but about my sexual experience. I quickly discerned that he assumed my sexual experience must have been extensive that I was venturing into using strange cad. When I confessed that I had been mostly naïve and only accidentally fell into canine activity, he became more connive and honed his questions deeper into my living. Since we were using texting, this summons was time-consuming with abbreviated expressions for description.

The Weird thing was, after a duad of days of intimate communion, I felt somehow connected to him and my responses to him began reflecting that feeling.

‘ Are you naked ?'

‘ No.'

‘ Do you have a dildo or vibrator ?'

‘ Yes.'

‘ Before you type another 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 mass medium setting. When I indicated I had done what he asked, he responded back immediately instructing me to she-bop 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 confidence and my willing espousal develop so quickly and naturally ?

After cumming, I lay on the bed with the dildo softly buzzing in my twat, allowing my orgasmic response to ebb slowly from my body. I described to him in item how it made me find and how I had used the toy. I told him about taking it out on juncture to press the vibrating headway against my engorged button. I told him how I squeezed, pinched, and convolute my nipples while driving the dildo in and out of my marshy cunt-hole. I told him how my legs shivered as I arched my pelvic arch into the air at the second my orgasm crashed over me, how the electrical tingling coursed from my cunt to my clit, up my stomach to my tits and nipples.

His response indicated how pleased he was with my compliance and my description. He then told me to be in the Park, the Saame place, at 11:00 AM the side by side day. I noted, with elation and excitement, he didn't ask me this fourth dimension. He told me. I couldn't believe how excited that made me feel. I wasn't seeking, gambling, hoping any longer. Now, someone was assisting, arranging, conspiring, taking direction. Even by text, it was a powerful influence over me.

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

‘ Are you skilled at sucking cock ?'

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

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

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

I made my way up the slope to my ‘ secret'locating. As I drew nearer to it, I looked up the slope to the position I had seen the man appear last time with his dog. At 1st, I was disappointed. I didn't see him or a dog. My god ! The realness of the reaction hit me. I was disappointed that a dog wasn't coming over the ridgepole to fuck me ? ! ? But, yes, that was how I felt. Disappointed. Then, I heard a bark and I watched intently. What I saw was a much smaller dog bounding over and through the wild grass and zigging and zagging around little bushes. Then, I saw him, the man, the owner, as he appeared behind the dog. He even waved to me this time.

I was rum watching the dog bounding to me. How is it all the hotdog seem to know they are intended for me ? I shake the thought and refocus on the dog. I now see it is a Fox Terrier, about 15 inches tall compared to the 24 or 25 inches marvelous German shepherd. I wondered why he chose such a low dog this time, then remembered his instruction for me to imbibe cock. Maybe that was the reason. He was providing a smaller cock since it was my first time. I wasn't certain how I felt about this man who seemed to control and orchestrate my intimate interaction. No … I knew how I felt. I felt aroused to the degree of possibly soaking my denim in the fork !

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

‘ Don't forget to give suck. I thought a smaller dog might be punter for you the first off time.'

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

I checked around the area, finding nobody watching or near, and stepped into the enclosed distance protected by President George W. Bush and pocket-sized Tree. The dog followed me and sat at my groundwork, his tail wagging furiously as he looked up at me. I dropped to my knees and smothered him in hugs and pets. His tail wagged even faster and his tongue began to seek bare hide on my face and weapons system to lick. I giggled. His lap are a reminder of how I am to use my lips and mouth. I shivered. I never felt my husband's cock in my mouth and a dog's dick will be the first.

Although I saw the man with the dog, I find myself checking the collar. It is very similar to the ace worn by Sheru and Balaji. This one has a tag reading, ‘ Jhony ’. I put my mouth close to his head and whisper,"Jhony, I am very felicitous to meet you. I hope you don't think badly of me, but I am going to do something for you, I have never done. Keep that in mind, will you ? I've never done it before so I might not do it very well."His clapper swiped my cheek 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 understanding being established. A girl needs all the sympathy she can get sometimes.

I debated. The decision came to me quickly. I sat back and removed my skid, jeans, and step-in. I wanted to be ready for him. I patted the basis and managed to get him to lay on his side. I pushed him partially on his backrest and stroked his belly. He raised his head and looked at me, then my hand as it moved closer to his sheath. Then he put his forefront back down. I wondered if these dogs had ever experienced a human female before. Or, maybe they are just that well trained.

As my fingers grazed along the sides of his case, the reddish tip came out. I smiled. It was already obvious how much lowly this cock was going to be. It might even be pocket-sized than Prakash's rooster. I had to suppress a laugh. It now seemed intemperately to believe a cock smaller than his. That might give birth been filthy, but both former heel had cocks that seemed very large in comparison.

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

I licked the tip several clip, then took the pointy tip between my backtalk. I've never done anything like this. I could feel Thomas More of the tool become exposed as I slid my mouth down the cock from the tip. I had a cock in my rima oris ! What was I becoming ? First, letting a dog lick me ; then, letting dogs fuck me ; now, taking dog cock into my mouthpiece. I slipped a hand between my pegleg. I was shocked at how wet I was. It was leaking out of my bitch. It was then that I realized I was mouthing this footling cock and my ass, my naked ass, was sticking up in the air.

I started sucking, not just mouthing, the cock. The more I sucked, the to a greater extent of that liquidity came from the tip into my mouth. Soon I had enough to accept. I sucked harder. I wanted more. I slid my mouth down the duration of the scupper cock until I felt the fur of the sheath on my backtalk. There was about four in of cock in my mouth. I giggled, again. I had four in of cock in my sassing and I was going to fuck it, too.

As soon as the thought process passed through my mind, I knew I had to do it. I sat back on my heels, petting the dog. He raised his forefront to survey me, sensing something unlike was about to happen. I turned on my genu and dropped to my hands and started patting my ass to encourage him to ride. By this distributor point, I was assuming all the man's dogs were familiar with fucking if only with dog-bitches. Maybe I was their only human-bitch. I needed to bonk. I would ask him. A funny feeling passed through me and I understood it immediately. I wanted to be their but human-bitch.

The dog stood and came to my ass, and like the other two wiener before him, his snout went first to my ass. His natural language lapped at my ass. I spread my knees further opening a wider space between my thighs and I was rewarded with his knife sliding over my exposed snatch from my clit to my asshole. His tongue seemed to hit my clitoris more regularly than I remembered of the others in this attitude and it may have 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 stern legs churning to gain my back and I realized my ass was too high up for him. I squatted down a minuscule and he got on top of me, his articulatio coxae thrusting at me, probing with his pecker for my cunt-hole. It slid inside before my manus got back to assist him and I gasped. Even much thinner than the other dogs, it was still a good tool to me. In fact, it wasn't much different than I remembered of Prakash's cock back when he did come to me. Even a small tool from a dog took my breath away. Its urgency and muscularity immediately applied by the dog as it enters and addition hold, driving deep in the first few thrusts.

This sentence, though, the shaft, which was beginning to gift me surprising pleasure pulled out. Like Sheru the first time, 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 back quicker and easier with my ass lower and drive at my soundbox. I slipped my handwriting between my stage to assist him but got the surprise of my life-time before I found his hammer with my hand. His cock, coated with my cunt juice, hit my whoreson on one thrust and entered on the indorse. I cried out, never having ever been penetrated there before. The showtime thrust teased my cockle maw with the tip parting my sphincter, the 2d 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 sensory faculty of being penetrated there, wanting my body to accept or reject the trespass. My body didn't have a great deal to say about it, though. The dog, being a dog, followed the initial overtone penetration with an additional quick stutter of the thrust, driving the embed turncock deep into my anal passage.

I cried out, again. Now, it was more than just the tip inside me. Now, some of the fatter component of the hammer had spread the sphincter wider, opening my passageway for complete penetration. But, it hurt. That part of my soundbox wasn't used to the penetration and stretching. I wanted my body to accept fourth dimension to adjust, but I felt the dog pull back slightly for another poking as he also adjusted his grip around my waist, holding me sloshed and aligning himself to go into total fuck modal value. I reach back in the Leslie Townes Hope of holding him truelove for just a few instant, but my response was too slow. He thrust back into me and followed it with a stream of rapid-fire humping. It didn't seem to bother him that he was in the wrong hole.

I dropped my promontory and dresser to the ground, resting my forehead on my folded forearms, my ass sticking up in the air with the Terrier perched precariously, his rear feet barely having enough adhesive friction to keep his mightily fucking. God, even a humble dog fucks like a maniac !

He was now in full fashion of dog nooky. 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 meter I had experienced it I was thrilled by it. He pulled and lunge his cock out and into my ass as if he were fucking my cunt. After the initial discomfort that followed the initial sharp hurting, I loved what I was experiencing. In my mind, it flashed before me that I now had two hole for fucking. Then, a smile took over my cheek as I braced myself for the continuing bombardment. No, not two mess. I had now sucked my first pecker, too. I now had three holes for cock.

Nothing outside of the dog and the new esthesis emanating from my anal musical passage was reaching my conscious mind. The only thing in the existence at the moment was the dog's cock in my ass. So, I was very cognizant when I felt the bump of something outside my asshole, something larger pressing to enter. The knot. Could my ass also take a burl ? I wouldn't have thought it could take a cock, but here I am actually enjoying it.

The knot pressed at my opening and for a moment my mind wasn't sure what it wanted to do about that, as if it had a lot to say about it at such a moment of extreme inflammation and stimulation. While the intellect was carrying on a blur debate with itself, the body was already in action. It pressed back against the pressure being applied to it, the sphincter slowly but steadily spreading with the constant quantity and insistent air pressure. The knot was probably small compared to the other two wienerwurst, but it might have been the breadth of their large cocks so when it stretched me to the gunpoint of almost entering, I felt like I would be torn and I couldn't think of a worse property to be torn. The instant chemical reaction was flinching away from it, but it was too late and the dog was too check. He had his legs 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 passageway. I cried out, again.

It wasn't until by and by that it would even come about to me how a great deal noise I had been making. At the time, I was lost in my own little bubble of universe and that bubble only contained Jhony and me deep in the Julian Bond of mating.

I felt his cock and knot grow in every way inside me. The fit was so tight I could sense everything as his abbreviated stroke continued, his pre-cum leaked, and his hammer grew in expectancy of pending climax. I could feel he was close to cumming and I desperately wanted to share it with him. The wizard of anal fucking was dissimilar with less direct foreplay to the bag erogenous zona. I slipped a script underneath, my fingers going to my clit and cunt. The digit alternated between strumming the clitoris and plunging into my cunt. The fingers actually pressed up and felt the cock and international nautical mile in my ass through the reduce tissue layer dividing the chambers.

When I felt his pecker jerked meat 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 impish, so base, so slutty, so dirty. I felt completely owned, used, and dominated by this dog, the pocket-sized of my legal brief experience.

We were securely tied. Once my orgasm ebbed, my mind returned to take charge and immediately, quietly, internally, swore a frightening blue-streak at my consistency for getting us into this passel. I was completely defenselessly and vulnerable. The dog had turned so we were ass-to-ass and frequently pulled to release itself, but we were very securely joined. When many instant passed and nothing had changed, I began to become concerned. I had been shocked at the initial intrusion, then by the knot entering me and what that took. But, when it happened, my organic structure was in the throes of being overwhelmed with physical and mental stimulation. Now, I was aware … and tense. And, the tensity wasn't helping to release the knot.

I had no musical theme how long the greyback might bind us together. This was a smaller dog, but the air mile was in my ass, which was so a lot tighter and constricting. As the dog pulled on the tie, I could feel the sphincter securely closed in forepart of the testicle inside me. I reached behind to stroke the dog to attempt to calm him. As he fought to disengage, I could sense his cock slide inside me and I assumed his campaign were just exciting him further.

My attempts to slack up my own body, though, failed completely and abruptly when outside my trivial enclosure of brush, I heard the low vocalization of people too stopping point to be on the nerve pathway below. I held my breath to listen more intently as if that would help. The dog behind must have heard the sounds, too, because he suddenly became more push, pulling with more intent, his paws fighting the background to pull us apart. This time when I reached back to him, my elbow grease to calm him had despair behind it. I could get a line the vocalization 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 quiver, heightening all the other tactual sensation. This was too close, though. This was too practically like feeling the inevitability of being caught at what I was doing. This was too much like seeing the end of my inviolable life story as I knew it. I desperately stroked and soothed the dog. He calmed some with my attention, standing with this back end end against mine as I went to just my stifle, straightening my body to caress his body.

Suddenly, the hoi polloi outside disappeared, but not really. They had stopped. And, they weren't far from where I was. I heard one distinctly tell the others he thought he heard something, something like a dog whimpering. I stroked the dog reassuringly. Soon, the masses resumed their walking and their representative became very close. They couldn't have been more than 20 feet away from where I was knotted to the dog. Then it became quieter, but I could still see the voices fade away. They seemed to have turned their counseling to the ridge above where I was. Then, it was quiet around me, again.

I collapsed the ground still tied to the dog. My meat was racing so knockout it was like I had just completed a series of breaking wind sprint. My concern brought on from danger was broken and my focusing moved to collecting myself, my lineage pressing, my breathing …

In the relaxing mode I put myself in, I must ingest been able to relax more than I imagined as the dog pulled mightily and the slub stretched my ass and popped out. I then allowed my entire eubstance to crack to the ground. I was lying in the wild grass and dirt, my tee shirt pushed up against my tit, more than one-half of my body nakedly pressed in dirt, grass, twigs, and leaves.

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

CHAPTER SIX :

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

Instead of making me feel that I had not attended to him properly, though, his reaction to me spurred me to judge and understand what had happened in the Park. I was peculiar about some aspects of what happened. A time before he had warned me that a man on the route was stopped and listening. This meter, though, when a group of hoi polloi left the course and walked near where I was, he didn't provide any monition. Had he left ? I didn't think so. This man was receiving a vicarious excitement in his ability to assist me so I didn't think he would desert that and leave. Even if he wasn't seeing the actual act, he would want to be nearby.

After Prakash left for workplace on the morning time of the s day, I resumed communication with the man. I opened the phone while walking to the enceinte window in the living room so I could peer over the former building to the east and see the green in the distance. It took some mo before he responded to my text.

‘ Are you naked ?'

‘ Sorry, Sir.'

Slowly, over all the schoolbook and questions and divulging of versed info and my well-heeled, trusting obligingness with his proposals, the term ‘ Sir'had slipped into my references to him. I didn't even use that to Prakash. I put the phone down on a tabular array, quickly removing my churidar kurta I had selected for the day since I was going food market shopping in the morning. I resumed my position in front of the window, not because he requested it, he didn't, but because it returned the feeling of pic and risk, even if it now seemed much less risky that thing I had been doing.

The texts went back and forth with some occasional holdup on his end. I felt he was distracted by activities on his end, but he made no suggestion of me waiting until later. I apologized for interrupting him, but he insisted it was O.K. if I didn't take care some interruptions in the textual matter. I asked him about the group of the great unwashed and no word of advice from him.

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

There was a break. I really didn't want to answer to that. I felt like he let me down. I thought what he was doing was also providing some keep, watchfulness. As a result, I had begun letting my guard duty 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 multitude to walk past you and talk and hypothesise about sounds. They were never going to actually appear 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. Your physical experiences were going to be limited. You were, are, a frustrated wife. Seeking some floor of exhibitionistic thrills was how you began. The hound were unplanned, unexpected, but the experience with them was enhanced by the risk factor. True ?'

‘ True.'

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

‘ I was knotted. I was completely helpless. Even more, Jhony's cock slipped into my ass, not my cunt. I had no idea how recollective it might read for him to pull out of my tight ass. I had to worry about keeping Jhony lull and equanimity so the masses wouldn't get wind our struggle of being tied.'

‘ But … how did it all palpate ?'

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

‘ It felt amazing ! If it had been one of the bigger 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 untested man. I have been alone for quite some time. You are allowing me to feel things I have not for a very retentive time.'

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

‘ May I think of other things for you ?'

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

‘ Will you tell me just your outset name ?'

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

‘ I am pleased you were excited. I am good-for-naught about the scare away portion, but that is parting of what excites you. Yes, you can believe me. I don't want to hurt you or compromise you. You are special. I can help you achieve what you desire. What is your epithet ?'

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

‘ Ahhh … lustre, shine, lambency. Has that fit you in your life sentence ?'

‘ No, not until lately maybe.'

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

I didn't do it how to respond to that inquiry. If, and that might be a big if, my married man did notice a modification in my behaviour, what would he think ? Maybe, he would simply be relieved and not interview it, at all. Our honest communication had been so bad for so long, I really had little way of guessing.

‘ I don't know what the resolution to that is, Sir. I have to manage my show around him, I think. Anything he notices might be explained by my hiking in the ballpark, an betterment in my physical being ?'He agreed that would be good. ‘ Sir, I am peculiar about the dogs. You said they are stud dogs, have they been with early womanhood before, too ?'

I heard him chuckle at the question. ‘ 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 break off the development silence. 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 have it off. Am I their only human-bitch ?'He didn't respond. more silence. I asked the question, but he knew there was more than emotion, desire behind it that I hadn't yet admitted. I gulped in air and plunged ahead, ‘ Sir, am I their sole woman-bitch ? It would be so exciting to be their simply woman-bitch. The idea of being their kick has become very exciting.'

I could listen the pleasure in his voice when he finally responded. ‘ Yes, my dear, you are their just woman-bitch, as you call it. You are their kick. You like being their bitch, don't you ?'I said, yes. ‘ You like the estimation more than human sex. You would rather be fucked by the dogs than by men. Dogs satisfy you in a way you don't think men ever could. You would conduct to a greater extent danger, do almost anything to enjoy dog-cock more and more.'

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

He had asked permit to arrange something new and dissimilar for me to know after the panic in the Park. I had quickly given him my approval. I had quickly pronounced my desire to be a bitch for his wienerwurst. I had even let pillowcase 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 hazardous garden rocket ride, I was blasting into new land of experience and unknown opportunities. It was chilling, but it was exhilarating.

While he was probably devising something dissimilar, though, I enjoyed a couple more trips to the Park. One with Sheru and the other with Balaji. As sweet and precious Jhony was, I did favor the larger cocks and naut mi of the other two dogs. The experience of being knotted in the ass, though, never left me and I knew I would require to live that, again.

He was putting himself Sir Thomas More and more in charge of these encounters. On days when we didn't have something arranged for the Park, he might text me at some point during the day and hold me an instruction. I was free to do it or not, he had no forcible control over me, but I found myself always following his education. Some days it was merely being naked the entire day with clothespin on my nipples. other times, it might be standing naked in front of the big window while I used the dildo in my cunt until I orgasmed. That would take many minutes and sometimes I found myself deliberately extending the exposition, wondering the full time if someone might be in a construction somewhere to the east with binoculars or telescope. The thought made it even more exciting and that, of course, was the objective.

He also changed how I was to garnish on the arranged outing. From now on, he said in a text, I was to only wear down saree. He didn't want to see me in jeans and tee-shirts, anymore. If he did, he would not release the dog. That menace did exert some control condition over me, but it was unneeded, I would possess complied, anyway. He was very specific about my fertilization. Not only was it to be only a sari with a form-fitting top, but there would be no underclothes and no petticoat. Additionally, when I was with the dogs, I was to also absent my top. Those succeeding times when I fucked the dog, I was completely nude in the Park. As the hot dog pounded me from behind and I was on my hands and stifle, I marveled at how my nipple swung beneath me when they were free to propel. It was thrilling to imagine person seeing them moving like that.

The new essential for dressing added a big psychological effect, too. Not only being completely naked but getting dressed again would be slow. There would be no way of getting dressed quickly if somebody should poke. Wrapping a saree takes minutes, anywhere from 7 to 10 instant depending on conditions and how expatiate the dr****g is. And, without a half-slip to make the rapier into, it would be slightly unlike using the belt. If something happened, I wasn't going to be able to get line up quickly, anymore. That wasn't a subtle modification and it was quite dramatic.

The first clock time with Sheru with the sari went just fine. I got there and Sheru came down. I waved to the man and he waved back. Although I heard people on the path, they remained on the way and there was no stress. The minute sentence was with Balaji and it went the same way right up until the end, then I almost died.

The day was almost perfect. One of those days that don't seem substantial in a big, over-populated, industrial surround like Mumbai. The skies were absolved, the breeze was blue-blooded off the sea, and a low straw man had sucked away practically of the humidity. After Balaji pulled his tremendous knot from my cum filled pussy, I lay on the ground satisfied and fulfilled. The dog came to my spread pegleg and lapped at my leaking pussy causing me to moan and sigh with further satisfaction and pleasance. I sat up to pet him in thanks when we both heard the man whistle. Balaji turned to run from the bushes and his paw caught the fabric of my saree. By the time I saw my sari leaving the bushes attached to the dog, I had two cadence of material to grab before it was all gone. My reaction, though, right after an coming was tardily. I had to jumpstart through the bushes after the dog, landing with my upper half outside the George Bush to take hold of the end of the 5-meter length of cloth. The man must have recognized what was happening and yelled for the dog to stop. I pulled on the framework and dislodged the material, crawling back into the bushes and pulling the material in behind me.

I stood to wrap the saree around me when I heard voices of vexation on the path below. I heard the man coming down from the slope reassuring the people that everything was alright, he had just lost the location of the dog. When they questioned what the dog had been pulling, he quickly made up a write up of the sun reflecting off the waving weed, despite almost no breeze. It bought me enough meter to get dressed. I exited the George Herbert Walker Bush in the inverse direction and circled around. Another finish call, but very commove. As I walked passed the citizenry, I could feel the dog cum still leaking from my cunt.

Then, his future musical theme for me came. He said he had an idea I was sure to chance very thrilling, titillating, and very exhibitionistic. He asked if I trusted him enough to have his device driver pluck me up from any location I desired. He assured me he would protect my individuality and that his driver was really his personal and professional assistant. I told him I would be waiting at the south end of the Sunder Nagar Garden. He told me the color and shuffle of the car, the driver's name, and other inside information to check myself of the correct car.

I stood on the sidewalk at the south end of the Sundar Nagar Garden. A car matching verbal description I was given stopped in front man of me as he was heading to my left. The passenger windowpane lowered.

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

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

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

I started asking Swapnil enquiry about our name and address, but he interrupted me. He punched some push on the dash and I heard the resonance of a phone on speaker. When it was answered on the other end, I was to hear the vocalism of the man for the first of all time.

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

"Thank you, Swapnil. Deepti, my name is Venkat Iyer. I have decided it might help you feel more guarantee if you know to a greater extent about me than I know about you. I have a number of business enterprise in the Mumbai area and you are headed to a remote character of one of those prop with Swapnil. I am actually semi-retired, which has allowed me the sentence to be so interactional 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 care of something there that Swapnil would normally have handled. Now, you have my full attention. I wish I was there with you, but hopefully, that will be possible in the near future. How are you feeling about this, Deepti ? Do you consume the masquerade on ?"

"Yes, Sir. Thank you."

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

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

"Yes, but I am afraid it won't mean value anything to you. suffice it to say, the location is remote, sequestrate, but visible. I know that sounds mutually exclusive, but it is lawful and it is important for the experience I have planned for you. bequeath you believe me, Deepti ?"

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

"Excellent. Swapnil, does she look dressed per my instructions ?"

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

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

I didn't get quite as much information as I was hoping for. I was wearing a mask to protect my features, but Swapnil wasn't. He was in his late 20's, fair height and build. He appeared athletic and confident, though he was deferential to Mr. Iyer. Swapnil had short black haircloth that was somewhat unrulily. He wore glasses that were ordinary, not too fashionable. He had a mustache and face fungus that was either new and growing out or he was having trouble growing it. Several times as Mr. Iyer talked, I caught his eyes in the rearview mirror and was struck by the sparkle in them. His smile was all-embracing and genuine. He looked like someone I wouldn't mind disbursal time with.

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

"Deepti, this is when you begin to read you really trust me. I want you to motivate into the center of the back seat, then quickly unwrap your saree and remove your top."My mouth dropped and I stared at the positioning on the elan where his voice came from."Swapnil, what was her response ?"

"She might be in shock, Sir."

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

I was shaking my oral sex, but my custody were already working to remove the sari. I had to shift my position numerous meter to undo the 5 meters of cloth. Then, I looked into the rearview mirror, saw Swapnil glancing from the road to me and back to the road. I closed my center and removed the top. I was sitting in the middle of the game seat of a car I had never been in before and driven by a man I had never met before. I saw the cars passing us and us passing them. We were approaching a slower hand truck and I closed my eyes. I knew he could await right down into the car for a very good view of me if he happened to look. I kept my eyes closed, but when I heard a truck honk succeeding to me, I knew he happened to look and saw something he never expected.

Still reeling from what I was showing to truckers we were passing on a regular fundament on the heavily traveled highway, I almost missed the side by side comment from Mr. Iyer.

"Dear, now slide your fanny to the edge of the seat and spread your stage wide."

My center flashed up to the rearview mirror, which Swapnil had his exit hired hand on ready to adjust. That light in his oculus shined even more. I fluidly took the location he instructed and never in my life felt more exposed to anyone. The only person EVER to have seen me in a positioning close to this was me in battlefront of the mirror as I looked for slipway to inebriate myself in masturbation. Now, Swapnil, an attractive man I just met, had adjusted the mirror for prompt glimpse to bask the view displayed to him through the two bucketful seats in front.

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

"Simply beautiful, Sir. I love the look of her pussy. The lips are parted and the inner lips clearly show. The back talk and her cunt exposed inside are glistening with her juices."His oculus showed his smile had increased. I hadn't realized my hands had moved down my body to my snatch. When I did actualise it, I pulled them back, my entire dead body flushing deeper than it already had been. Just then, there was another honk from a teamster. I closed my eyes."Sir, she is a intimate goddess, I think. Her fingers moved to her pussy, but when she realized it, she pulled them away."

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

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

Oh, God ! ! My digit did what he instructed as if they were responding directly from his education without needing me to keep in line them. The notion was unbelievable. The conversation about my consistence, really only my cunt, caused me to feel so intimate, wanton, base, obscene, and objectified. Those might not ordinarily be great matter to feel about yourself, but I knew my bitch was outspread extensive unfastened and leaking my secernment freely. I knew my nipples were erect and prominent, too. My fingerbreadth opened my hole wider for Swapnil, then my eyes rose to the mirror and we made eye middleman. I smiled at him, my lips parting with my tongue licking them. I felt obscene. It was so thrilling with my exposure to Swapnil, the truck driver honking alongside us, and my fingerbreadth gliding in and out of my bitch. 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 logic gate, ram the car through, then closed and relocked the gate. He then drove into what looked like deserted, fresh property. The car bounced over two sets of railroad running, then came to a stop.

Swapnil redialed Bluetooth phone and Mr. Iyer came back on the phone line."Deepti, before you start looking around, today there is no dog fucking for you. Today, there is only man-cock. I know it has been a yearn time for you, so enjoy."And, he was gone. I wanted to dissent. I had agreed to stick to all of his teaching because I thought there would be a dog here for me to enjoy. 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 door. Clearly, he expected me to buy the farm the car naked. As I did, I surveyed the area around the car. Besides the railroad track nearby, the Western Expressway roared with dealings on a long bridge nearby and above. I could clearly see passengers in cars and trucks on the bridge circuit 10 or 15 m above us. In front end of the car was an grand water scheme, which caused the need for the bridge in add-on to the railway line cartroad. On the other slope of the water people working, some of them in the piddle. Swapnil saw where my middle were and commented that it was an data-based rice-patty. The hoi polloi were close enough that I could tell which were men and which were women by their dress and movement. It seemed everywhere I looked, there was some potential for being seen. And, Swapnil walked me naked to the edge of the pee. I was nervous but he instructed me to keep open my paw at my sides. He put me in a particular proposition direction and I could see that I was exposed to both the bridge and the rice workers at the same time.

He walked me back to the car, stopping me alongside it on the side closest to the railroad tracks. He reached inside the car and withdrew another mask, this one blackamoor, and placed it over his upper side. He was wearing overnice slacks and a buttoned long-sleeve shirt undecided at the neck, so when he unbuckled the whang on his slackness, I quickly knew what was expected, though I had never done it for a man. I knelt on the dirt ground in front of him, loosened the falling off and draw out it and his underclothing down to his knees. I was still uncertain why he was also wearing a mask now since I had already seen his side. But, when I saw his shaft under his clothes, I discarded any fear about the masque. His limp, uncircumcised stopcock was the size of my married man's hard one. It hung in front of me and my mind and eyes had no early consideration than experiencing it, touching it, feeling it on lips and in my mouth.

I had been given the experience of sucking putz with the heel. Now, I was going to go through sucking man-cock, as well. And, it wasn't my soft touch husband. Mr. Iyer was careful and intentional in providing me with varied experiences, as he promised. My letdown at not having a dog was replaced with the considerateness of new experiences. Clearly, Mr. Iyer didn't vexation himself as a good deal with my approval or acceptance beforehand as much my following his guidance. That recognition that he was taking mastery was mollified by the identification that my reaction to him was to follow with whatever he directed.

My handwriting seemed to proceed out on its own until it grasped the pecker. I looked up at Swapnil and found him watching me intently. He had positioned me very deliberately and that seemed peculiar in the book binding of my mind, but I was so focused on the cock in front of me I didn't put much thought into why. I leaned forward and licked the underside of his cock. I could feel it move just from that bare activity. I lifted it and licked along the length of it. When I reached the top, I pulled the foreskin back to exhibit the head, opened my back talk and took it inside, sucking on the head, swirling my tongue over it. I did this action repeatedly, licking the length, exposing the head and taking it into my lip. Soon, the reaction from my efforts gave me the largest cock I had ever seen. The headland was pushed out from the foreskin, exposed and ready for me. I thought the dogs'cocks were big and they were compared to Prakash, but they weren't as big as Swapnil's. I wrapped one hand around the radix and saw it was only covering about half the distance. I looked up and smiled, again. What would it be like to experience something like this ?

Then, the dubiety about what was happening flashed into my mind. I was a splice womanhood. I had a hubby. piece of that union was supposed to be a loyalty of allegiance and fidelity. I had rationalized my way through each new footfall : the masturbation was self-pleasure ; the toys were still self-pleasure ; the dogs were not human so they didn't counting. But, now this was a man I was enjoying. By doing this, I couldn't rationalize it away. I was being disloyal and treasonous to my vows of marriage and my husband. But, I had had these same persuasion before, even before I knew what this experience might be. I had considered the theory that this might someday be presented as an chance. It was a natural patterned advance, after all. In the cool here and now of consideration and analysis, I knew I would take the opportunity to again receive a man's putz that wasn't my husband's. I understood that taking that stride, that opportunity, might add additional defeat into the marriage, but the route I had set myself on had produced that whether I took this additional step or not.

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

With that finding and toleration, I became devout in my elbow grease of pleasuring and experiencing the hard dick in my hand and caput 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 report back to Mr. Iyer that I had pleased him with my oral fissure and I was determined to withdraw his cum in my mouth and swallow it. Another matter I obviously had never done. If I pleased Swapnil and Mr. Iyer was pleased in act, I may again be given one of his dogs to experience.

I was so absorbed on the tool in my mouth I wasn't aware of a significant noise coming. Then, the noise was patent. We were near the double caterpillar track and it became obvious now why Swapnil had been careful in positioning us. The commuter train was approaching from in front of me slightly to the left field. It was approaching so anyone looking would see the back of a partially dressed man, but clearly, see a naked woman on her knees 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 place. I looked up at him just as the train railway locomotive flashed by with the dozen or so rider cars behind it. I shook with frayed nerves, knowing that everyone on this side of meat of the gondola had a double-dyed panorama of me. This was why Swapnil had also put a partial mask over his eyes.

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

"Was that exciting ?"

"My God, yes ! My care has been to be seen, that something severe would chance as a outcome. I was very definitely seen naked and sucking a man's stopcock who wasn't my husband, but nobody would be capable in that flashgun of visual sensation to know who I was."I looked at my sleeve."I'm still shaking."

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

I was puzzled, then aware. Not only was he giving me the chance to suck his pecker, but he was going to fuck me, too. He helped me up and I walked on washy and trembling legs to the car and was leaned over the bonnet. He came up behind me and tapped my infantry on the inside to encourage Thomas More legal separation. I knew there was no issue with my cunt being ready, I could feel the moisture. After the earlier climax, sucking man-cock for the commencement time ( and a large one ), and being surprised to be exposed to a commuter train, I was ready for anything, physically and emotionally.

He placed his cock at my cunt, rubbing the pass up and down along the distance of my backtalk, he found my trap and pressed in. I gasped at the flavor of his large cock head, so dissimilar than the tapered rooster of the dogs. I moaned at the look of it as he pressed his cock deeper into me, pulling out a few column inch and pressing back in advance until I felt his pelvis against my bare buns. I felt filled with cock. It was more than I could deliver imagined. The grayback is filling, but this was filling for the total length and it was blowing my brain as he quickly settled into a smooth rhythm of fucking.

My chief was on my forearms, he was now pounding into me with more force-out. My pap were squashed into the bonnet of the car, still a piffling 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 eff you more. Cum, Deepti ! Cum for me."

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

As the locomotive flashed by and the passenger cars after it, the noise was deafening and drowned out my cry of pleasure and go as my orgasm crashed over me. When my body calmed some, Swapnil was still fucking me. I sensed some urgency to his fucking so I pressed back against him as he thrust into me, matching his move with mine and compounding the energy of the fucking. My mamilla felt like they were on fire, erect and pressed into the quick metal of the car, the piece of tail making my mamilla rub over the airfoil. I slipped a hand between my body and the car, rubbing my clit as the putz inside me pounded into me with ever new force and intention. As I felt his cock erupt, spewing his cum into me, I spasmed around his cock, another orgasm taking hold of my body.

CHAPTER septenary :

After the escapade with Swapnil, Mr. Iyer and I dispensed with the use of texting and accepted talking with the Lapp speech sound. He continued to tease me with little challenges around the apartment and neighborhood. In the apartment, I would put the phone on verbaliser and he would direct me using his own resourcefulness of what it looked like.

He seemed to be using the days immediately after the car ride for gentler drama and I had the feeling he was nervous about what my response might be after that experience. I assured him that despite my initial disappointment about not having a dog, I was fine with everything that had happened and desired more. I was intrigued by what his mind had come up with both in the Park and the recent experience. I finally was able to convince him I was anxious to know more of whatever he devised.

One day, he had me standing in front man of the mirror using clips on my tit and clit. They stung, but I told him I found it erotic and stimulating. Encouraged, he had me add more to my cunt lips. He then expressed his regret that he couldn't see what it looked like. I asked him for patience and awkwardly walked to the closet to find the television camera. It had a timer social function, which I set and placed on the chest next to the mirror. I quickly turned toward the television camera and I heard the dog. I checked the image and took a couple more, adjusting the angle. I took the camera to the electronic computer, downloaded it, then uploaded the images to the phone. I sent him a text with two of the image, one was a closeup of the clips on my twat lips and button. He was delighted, which made me pleased.

Later, I took the effigy off the computer, transferring the relief to the phone. As I busied myself with that labor, it occurred to me how well-chosen and meet I felt. I tried to analyze why I was feeling it so strongly and it seemed to be that there was a man in my life sentence, even remotely, that appreciated my efforts to gratify him. A man I didn't really know very well was giving me a sense of satisfaction and achievement my own husband didn't seem capable of giving me.

Another time, he asked me to lubricate 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 strong and obligate desire to complete it for him. If I could, I would get a photo as I did with the brushwood sticking out of my ass.

I started taking photos of myself to get off to him. It might just be a selfie in the mirror or a time pic in some affectedness. I took a photo wearing a sheer saree with aught underneath. He came back quickly after that saying that one was very intriguing to him. He liked how I was exposed but still covered. He said he wished he could experience that every day.

He came back with another hint for an experience with the car. I would be picked up at the Lapp location, I should wear the Sami kit, and expect the use of the masquerade, again. I asked, but he would pay no further details. He did not seem to be soul who was satisfied with duplicating the same experience twice in a row. Even in the Park, he used dissimilar hound or different teases. I didn't think the two times in the car would be a extra, either. He was going to provide something different and the mystery of that heightened the anticipation for me. I was sure this meter would somehow include a dog.

The car trip followed the Lapp pattern as the first-class honours degree metre. I was a lilliputian disappoint to find the car only had Swapnil driving. I had speculated that the something different this metre might have been the participation and attending of Mr. Iyer. Not that there was anything about Swapnil that could cause any disappointment.

I was given the masquerade, which I put on as I seated myself into the vertebral column tail. As we approached the entrance to the Western Expressway, I caught Swapnil's middle in the rearview mirror and he simply nodded. That seemed like a lot to take on from one late encounter, but I was anticipating the same teaching to polish off my saree and top. I smiled at him, leaned forward to pull the end of the sari from my shoulder, then pulled the top up and over my pass. Without a bra, I was now naked from the waist up. I caught him adjusting the mirror and smiled at him, less embarrassed this clock time than I had been the premature time.

I thought about how to more easily remove the sari in the back keister of a moving car since the struggles of terminal time. I shifted to my knees on the edge of the back seat with my butt toward the front and pulling the bottom of the inning bound above my knees. I then was able to pluck the tuck from the belt around my shank and unwrap the saree material from me. I piled the material against the get out side of the seat, the passenger position, and fell back into place in the middle of the keister. I opened my legs full to his gaze as he adjusted the mirror a little more to see foster down.

I giggled,"Like this, Sir ?"

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

"There is nada ‘ simply'about you, Swapnil. I can already see that although you serve Mr. Iyer, it is not from a status of weakness, but perhaps from devotion or dedication ?"

A vox intruded from the dash of the car. Unknown to me, the Bluetooth had been activated."You are counterbalance, my dear. Swapnil is far from a weak handmaiden. Although he does swear out me, he is most importantly my most bank, and sometimes argumentative, professional advisor."

I smiled at Swapnil who had rolled his eyes in warp of the compliments about him. I asked,"What do you have in store for me, today, Sir ? And, will I have the pleasure of get together you, this time, too ?"

"You will have to await, my dear. We wouldn't want to bankrupt the surprisal. But, are you masturbating for Swapnil, Deepti ?"

I blushed and dropped my mitt between my thighs."Sorry, Sir."

Swapnil was struggling between watching the road and watching my finger's breadth."She has the most beautiful and wet pussy, Sir."

There was a chuckle from the panache speakers,"I believe she uses the term ‘ twat ’."I blushed stronger as Swapnil's eyes held mine for a mo. With all the chatter about me and my cunt, I didn't achieve an orgasm this meter, but I was certainly ready for anything. In fact, besides hoping for a dog, I was hoping for another pairing with Swapnil. His cock was brilliant 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 smaller and smaller roads, I sat up in anticipation of our goal. We were indeed approaching the same remote country with the gear track. I noted by the clock on the dash that the timing was very similar to the late time.

After opening the gate, driving through, reclosing the logic gate, and stopping the car in nearly the demand fleck as conclusion time, I accepted Swapnil hand as an assist in getting out of the game seat. I looked across the pee to see the great unwashed working in the run Elmer Rice Mick. The bridge circuit was still roaring with traffic and the gear tracks lay before us as if a monitor of what they could carry at any moment.

Swapnil came up behind me, slipped his arms around my shank, and I leaned back into him. The last time it was all about the intimate act, there was footling gentle touch. This felt soundly. I knew very well I was going to be sucking and fucking him, again. Doing it all in populace and exposed to those who might happen to see even if from too far a aloofness for recognition or too quickly passed for realisation. But, still, I was in this man's arms, his workforce slowly and gently moving over my au naturel front, one hand down toward my genitals but not quite reaching, the other cupping my tit before taking the nipple between his finger and pollex. He squeezed the nipple and I mewed softly. He bent over so his former paw could reach down into my fork, a digit slipping between the protruding mouth. He raised the finger up to my mouth and I sucked my own juice off his fingerbreadth. I turned my aspect up to him and we kissed.

I turned in his coat of arms and his deal caressed my back to my cigaret. We continued to buss and he picked me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. He walked me to the bonnet of the car effortlessly and set my butt down on the warm metal. He laid me back across the bonnet and kissed from my lips to my throat, to my chest and teat. He spent instant kissing and sucking my tits and nipples. My back arched at the care I had never before experienced. A man was loving my dead body !

When his kisses left my nipples 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 rim and clapper steadily descended over my stomach and pubic cumulus to the top of my slit and clit, I moaned so loud I thought it might trace attention from the doer except for the bellowing of the dealings above. He slid his hired man underneath my knees and raised them up, then pushed them apart. I raised my point in utter shock at what he was doing. His mouth was covering my dripping puss, his tongue playing inside and out, flicking at my ingurgitate clit, then covering that clit with his lips and sucking hard. I was splayed out like a hen being made ready for stuffing. God, yes ! Yes, I wanted to be stuffed by this man, again. But, what he was doing to me was too good, too wonderful, too heavenly to want it to stop. 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 slit was covered by fond and attentive pleasuring and the adjacent moment, it was gone. Emptiness and longing took its place. I opened my eye, unfocused and directionless.

"Is she set, Swapnil ?"

I looked between my spread out thighs to see an sr. man standing alongside Swapnil whose eyes reflected lusty desire and forwardness."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 circumstance Swapnil showed him was an even bigger indicant to me than his appearance. He had a kindly, mollify, fatherly typeface. He looked to be in his too soon 60's and stood a few in taller than Swapnil. He carried his weight well, but it was evident that a life of business sector and post had added some pounding to his frame. His hair was quite grayness and receding. He combed it neatly to his the right way face. A small mustache was below his nozzle. He wore wire-framed glasses. Like Swapnil, he wore smartness mire and buttoned shirt open up at the neck.

Puzzled about where he suddenly came from, I scanned around the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree to come up an SUV parked away from the entrance we used. Standing next to the SUV attached by a tercet was a dog looking very much like Sheru. My tending was brought back to their continuing comments.

They had shifted positions so Mr. Iyer was now standing directly in strawman of my splayed thigh, but a mate meters from me. I was getting embarrassed by my exposure to them and started allowing my second joint to shut, but Mr. Iyer reacted quickly.

"No, dear, please. Please, remain just as you are."Despite my increasing blush and embarrassment, I reopened my thigh as fully as before. My oculus met his, at least the moment when his eyes left his discipline of my cunt and body to coup d'oeil at my face. He was unabashedly gazing at my undecided slit and occasionally at my titty 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 eyes."Perhaps it is her matureness. She has a existent body, doesn't she ? Her curve ball as enticing. I think you are correct, Swapnil, a sexual goddess seems appropriate with a trivial encouragement."

He came up between my wooden leg, bent over and kissed my cunt. I shivered and moaned. There was something about this well-heeled, successful, and attractive man who had been so unashamed about gazing upon my openly exposed body and then moving up to me and kissing the section of me that seemed to concord his attention, the most buck private share of a woman.

He put his hands out to me. I took them and he assisted me down from the bonnet of the car. He pulled me into his branch and whispered into my ear,"Thank you, dear Deepti. I am dreary if that might have embarrassed you, but you are so lovely."He put me at arm's length and looked down my consistence, again."I truly do revel a more mature woman."He held my eyes."You've been very receptive to everything nowadays to you, so far. Are you set for more ?"

I nodded and stepped into him, putting my weapon around his neck."Yes, Sir. Anything. Everything. You've helped me get things and feel things I never believed I would or call up possible."I looked over at Sheru and he chuckled.

"I am glad to hear that."During this clip, Swapnil had disappeared behind the car and was removing two loggerheaded mantle and spreading them on some nearby tall dope. Mr. Iyer saw where my eyes were watching."Yes, my dear. Have you ever been fucked three clock time in one session, Deepti ? Would you like to be ?"

My mouth dropped loose, then formed into a wide smile. I demurely looked at him,"Sir, as I have told you before until all this started, I was only fucked by one man and that turned out to be very unsatisfactorily. Everything you have offered me has been amazing and satisfied me, but each has left me with an increased craving for what else was possible."I paused and placed the side of my face against his dresser."I will try anything you desire of me, Sir. You have ignited something inside me that has inflamed desires, motive, cravings I didn't know could exist."I raised my caput to plight his eyes, unaware that Swapnil had completed the arrangement of the blankets and was watching and listening to our rally."Sir, I feel I am at a precipice in my life. My life has been unsatisfying and frustrating, but it was the life I had. You've shown me things, made me sense things, so many things, that are beyond my ability to express. The wide-eyed desires I felt born from my foiling to induce 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 conduce me in life-time, but at these second, these experiences are what I need."

He pulled me into his arms and kissed the top of my head, his helping hand stroking down my bare back to the top of my arse. I melted into his embrace. That stamp I had of him early, fatherly, morphed into something more. There was caring, respectfulness, and consideration flowing from him, but there was also passion and desire, desire for me.

He guided me gently to the blanket. I looked at him and Swapnil standing slope by side. They were also wearing mask now and I remembered the trains. naught was said or indicated. I simply dropped to my knees in presence of them. I moved my hands to Mr. Iyer's belt buckle, first. I undid his belt, his slacks clutches and zipper, then pulled his pants and underclothing off his rosehip and down his legs. I did it quickly and without ostentation. I looked up at his case and smiled at him. His cock was uncircumcised, also. Although not nearly as long as Swapnil's, it was longer than my hubby's, the only other cock I had any experience with. I raised his peter with one hand and licked the underside of it from root to top. I put the top into my mouth and began sucking on it. I pulled my mouthpiece off, pull up the prepuce back to expose the head, and returned my mouth to breastfeed on the exposed head. I heard him gasp, his hand resting on the top of my head and I smiled around the cock.

I moved to Swapnil and repeated everything with him, sucking his cock about the Lapplander length of time. Then, I moved back and forth between the two men, sucking and licking each until I had two hard shaft standing before me.

I sat back on my heels, my knees separated to register my cunt and looked up at the two of them."Sirs, would you like to cum in my lip ? 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 find pleasure in pleasing you both."

"And Sheru ?"

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

He motioned me to lie on the blankets."I want to look into your eyes as I fuck you, Deepti."I was on my back, my knees bent grass and spread undetermined. I held my implements of war out to him and he knelt between my pegleg and aimed his hard cock to my puss, moving the head up and down until he found my pickle and pressed into me.

I gasped at his incursion. Opening my oculus to find him supported above me on his branch, his rosehip 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 char, my dear. Your husband is a fool."

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

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

Before the terminal sentence at this billet, Mr. Iyer had questioned me at distance about the protection I might be using. He was come to because we were a sexless spousal relationship. He didn't want to introduce Swapnil as a partner for me if there was a chance of my getting fraught. I had laughed. Although his family had blamed me for being infertile, it was a relief to Prakash and it was at his insistence that I had my tubes tied to obviate the possibility in the future tense. Once fully immersed in his separate life, the last thing he felt he needed was suddenly having a family line involved. Such was my existence.

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

Swapnil had his own idea of what he wanted to do. With my limited exposure to sex and positions, he lay on his binding. I looked down at him puzzled. He told me to straddle his body and sit down on him, penetrating myself with his rooster. I smiled at the sentiment and did as he instructed. I sighed as his cock 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 birth any sex."This is called, ‘ Tigress ’. It puts the fair sex 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 attitude, Deepti. Move your feet in nominal head of you and lean back to me."I felt his manpower support my back as I continued to rise up and dispirited, this side causing contact lens in new ways."Now turn around without losing my cock."I looked over my articulatio humeri as if to challenge the teaching, but I did as he directed. It was so unusual to feel him as I twisted around. Then he had me lean back as he held my hands. Then he pulled my foundation alongside his head and I leaned back onto his legs. His hammer pressed hard against my abdomen.

"These are all spatial relation, Swapnil ?"I was gasping. The changing of view worked to check the sexual climax that was building.

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

He thrust into me and I came, I exploded. I dropped my soundbox onto his and buried my face into his shirt. Just then, the commuter string blasted its cornet and roared preceding 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 hurriedness to separate and I certainly wasn't. I could feel his cock softening inside me, slowly shrinking back like a retreating snake.

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

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

I looked down to Swapnil,"I think I would ask a patient role instructor."He smiled back to me and pulled me into a kiss and farsighted cuddle.

I felt crusade and new sounds near. Without raising my question off Swapnil's pectus, I found Mr. Iyer's legs and infantry and the aureate fur of Sheru seating next to him. The odor of sex, even outside, must bear been potent because the tip of his shaft 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 twat. As soon as I moved, though, it too slipped out. As it slipped from my taking hold hole, I attempted to squeeze with the muscles, bringing a smile from him.

I moved off Swapnil and sat on my hound in forepart of the dog and Mr. Iyer. I patted my thighs and Mr. Iyer released him to come to me. I buried his school principal into my naked body, my arms around his neck as I petted and stroked his body, his quarter wagging furiously in response. Swapnil was rising and pulling his quag on. I patted the blanket to hold Sheru get down on his side. I nuzzled his face, my hand moving over his belly. After the previous experiences with the dogs, my action was much less tentative. My fingers quickly moved over the case, stroking the slope and holding it in my hand.

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

"Correct, you are the first."I smiled. I remembered my sense of almost pride at being their solitary 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 early fondling my own tit. My eyes felt glazed with renewed lust. He shook his fountainhead. I smiled and dropped my attention back to the dog.

My glossa found the tip of his reveal cock tip and I licked off the drop of precum forming there. I put my back talk over the tip and sucked more out and feeling the cock growing as I did it. I slid the cock into my mouth the in or so until I felt the fir of his sheath. I pulled back and pushed down over it, over and over, taking more cock in the process. When I was fulfill, I pulled my mouth off and gazed at the red cock. Without looking at either of the men and mumbling more than oral presentation, I confessed a new edifice desire.

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

I didn't waiting for a response, it was my own new desire, not born from their desires. I moved to my hands and human knee and patted my ass. Sheru jumped to his invertebrate foot and sniffed my ass. He gave me a few cursory licks, then was quickly on my back, his hip thrusting at me. My bridge player moved to assist him and even the look of the cock sliding over my ribbon was thrilling. Like a Pavlovian initiation, the flavour on my palm triggered the first moment of insight and my physical and vocal response. I would not take been surprised if my cunt didn't yawn overt in the expectation of the cock.

I gasped and moaned with the initial penetration, then pressed back into him as he repositioned his grip around my waist and repel deeper into me. Then, as his mad, a****listic mating behavior fully engaged, I heard the exclamations from both men as they watch the dog take over the mating ritual. My head sagged on my berm. When my eyes slit open, I was again aware of how my titmouse swung underneath me as the dog fiercely pounded my snatch with his cock. The forceful and dominating fucking served to ignite the remaining growth required for his rooster. I felt it grow inside me and felt the knot forming. At first, I felt something gravid pushing between my lips, then it was too tumid and was caught outside banging against my snatch. I pressed back at him as he pressed and forced his endeavour at me. The dog cock is good for fucking. The knot is entirely different, hitting spots inside me that only it can with regularity. The knot was a wonderful persona of fucking a dog and an experience I knew I could never tire of.

When his knot stretched me extensive and finally pushed in, my psyche and senses were singularly focused on that achievement. The minute of entry sent me into coming, an orgasm I was told had me shouting and screaming my chemical reaction, but it was drowned out by the departure of the future commuter train train. I only became aware of the train as the finally auto were passing. The sudden awareness was shocking and acute and resulted in another orgasmic pinnacle crashing over me even before the former one had ebbed.

Several days later, I was sitting on a bench in Sundar Nagar Garden next to the football game playing area. I was watching the match. A Whitney Young player from the far slope had just sent a foresighted whirl toward the front end of the goal and his teammate soared into the air and executed a perfect header, sending the ball into the goal. I have long marveled at the forcible skill some people possess. Mr. Iyer was sitting next to me pretending to read a paper while Swapnil sat on a bench across the walking 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 simulacrum is one I could play back in my intellect in fine contingent. But, I hope it is not the last time."

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

"Deepti, do you have a go at it what a submissive personality is ?"

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

"You understand the term ?"

I giggled nervously,"Yes, certainly, but I also understand why you have used it with me. I see now how my house had control over me and was able to dictate and wangle my decisions and alternative. I understand why my husband's family was willing to settle on a girl from my background. I would be easily controlled and manipulated to dish the indigence of my husband."

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

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

I couldn't bear to look at him in case his result was the dreaded response I didn't want to get word. But, I heard his voice Light Within, but firm, in control,"Are you dressed appropriately for our coming together ?"My eyes opened panoptic. I was wearing a saree with a top, but underneath I was not wearing a bra or panties or petticoat. I looked up smiling and nodded. I was also blushing, not because of the admission but because of the feelings of anticipation. I glanced at Swapnil and saw the kind, friendly, and caring smile lighting up his case."I have no desire to end this, Deepti. Quite the opposite, in fact. I want to strike this relationship forward, but I think to locomote it forward would need some changes in your life."

"What form of variety ?"

He turned on the terrace to depend directly at me."Big changes. You want to be free to experience what is potential, don't you ? You are more than a squawk, Deepti. Recently, you have shown that you could also be a slut."My nerve showed my response."Do you doubt it ? I know your desire, craving for hot dog. It was the pawl that truly set you gratis. But, you have also shown you might lust the pleasures of men, as well, like a lawful trollop. A subservient like you, Deepti, a beef to dogs and a jade to men, would be fun to make for with."

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

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

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

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

"I'm not sure I understand."

He chuckled,"I know you don't. You are like a neophyte wait to be groomed into being the loose woman and bitch you could be. That can't be done in a few hours at a time, a few times a calendar week. It requires turning your life over to it."

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

"Sir, I can't leave …"

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

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

"answer me this wide-eyed motion : Do you require to be shown, led, instructed, guided, and freed to seek and learn experiences you have only imagined and then well beyond those ?"How would he do that ? How do I answer that ? How could I still be married and clear all that ? But, if I could … of path, I would desire that. What does that make me ? A slut, a bitch ? Yes, that's what it would cook me. Isn't that what I have been moving toward with his counseling, already ? Of grade !

"Yes … I would want that, but how ?"

"Deepti, there is a saying : To live fully you have to experiment ; to have the ability to experiment, you have to throw assurance ; to have confidence, you have to be secure ; to be unattackable, 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 self-aggrandizing question, isn't it ? Do you bank me this much, Deepti ? Do you trust me to not only to unfreeze you up to go through more than of this while maintaining your marriage but do you trust me to check what you experience ? I am not offering you a love relationship, Deepti, this will be directing you into experiences."

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

"Good, excellent. I am excited, too, as I am sure enough is Swapnil."He chuckled and glanced to his assistant who smiled. Keep 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 giddy, which on its face seemed strange. I was almost airheaded to truly become a submissive, controlled woman directed to increasing sexual experiences. But, I very definitely was.

He turned to allow for, his eyes showing that he wanted to hand me a parting kiss. After only a few stride, I saw Swapnil say something to Mr. Iyer and he turned around."Deepti, when I call for you, don't forget to dress appropriately."

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

THE END