THE SEMINAR

I took my eyes off the road for a brief indorsement and looked at my beagle, Rocky. His head was out the windowpane and his long ears were flapping behind him. It was a recollective cause. All the way from capital of Arizona, AZ to Colorado City, CO. wellspring, Mesa AZ actually. But hey, let 's not get all that technological. And all for a caressing seminar.

I 'd received my invitation month ago and had been excited ever since. The long thrust to a secluded resort in the slew and countryside was character of the fervor and I loved to labour. The route was wide-eyed, I-17 N through to flagstaff, then the 40-E, through to Albuquerque, then North on the I-25.

The path was dandy to push, scenic with wide, meddling roads. The instructions included a computer generated map and a inclination of what was needed for a hebdomad 's check at a privately owned and exclusive mountain lodge. The instructions read :"large number an eve gown, and comfortable habiliment to wear and necessary for the drive."The next percentage might sound strange to anyone who 'd never participated in such a seminar :"No underwear, no scent, and all cosmetics have to be perfume and odor free."It finished with the inscrutable :"When you reach the plaza on the map marked with an X.

I was felicitous to let Rocky have his window outdoors, as mine was too. We 'd been on the road for over 10 hour, had come over 600 miles and had just crossed the New Mexico-Colorado border. We still had over 100 international nautical mile to go, or another 3 hours, before I 'd get to the tryst location. From there, I assumed we 'd have a brusque effort to the secret emplacement, where the seminar was to be held.

The sun was casting long shadows when I finally reached the property on the map marked with a big smuggled X. It was a vast eggshell gas post just off the main road. There were a few of cars in the parking lot, A couple of cars were filling up, adjacent to a big dusty 18-wheeler, whose denim-clad trucker gave me a wink.

There were fast food outlets and a few people walking around, a `` Doggy-do '' and a Bus depot. I dug my phone out of the essence console and tapped in the number, while clipping on Rocky 's leash and leading him to the `` doggy-do ''. The phone was answered after the 3rd ring. `` Hi Misty, we 've been expecting you all afternoon, is everything OK ? '' Rocky was happily lifting his leg against the fake hydrant and relieving himself.

I smiled as I recognized the vocalism of our vet. `` Hi Honi. Yes, everything 's fine, the ride just took thirster than I thought. After 745 miles and parts of two state, I 'm finally at X marks the smirch. I see few cars here, but no hoi polloi I recognize, '' I replied.

'' assuredness. Jean-Claude will be down to fetch you in the bus. He should be there in about 45 transactions. Make sure your car is locked. There 's electronic surveillance at that gas stop consonant. superior 's made sure we 're completely secure and protected."

I looked around, and breathed in the cool former afternoon air. Ahhhhh, the Rockies, with high snow-capped peaks, across-the-board grassy plains, gushing geysers and sparkling stack watercourse - this is the real Benjamin West of America. A terra firma where cowboys and ranchers still elicit cattle and many of the old traditions live on, and of course other lesser known and naturally far more gross and enjoyable pursuits.

Vehicle lighter flickered through the tree after about 30 proceedings, a minibus came into vista on a road that led directly off the Gas plosive consonant 's parking lot, almost invisible to a casual beholder. The handsome driver drew the minivan up alongside my car. Rocky wagged his tail recognizing the bountiful driver. I gathered my minor traveling bag from the trunk and locked my car, clicking the lock on the removed part of the key, the lights blinked once and the horn chirped. dependable !

I opened the sliding doorway for Rocky, Jean-Claude had climbed out and opened the front passenger door for me. I slid into the look passenger seat. Jean-Claude got behind the wheel and we took off up a impractical road. The driveway was short and the view of the mountains dramatic, Jean-Claude mostly silent except for an periodic Gallic cuss when the bus 's wheels got into a rut or a cakehole on the bumpy route, but I saw him giving me a few approval glances. I had driven those 745 miles in a brusque denim bird, flatcar strappy sandals and a linen midriff blouse, my bra-less tit straining against the material of the travel rumpled blouse when the vehicle hit a pothole on the uneven road, within 45 minutes we pulled up at a huge log cabin building.

The door of the building opened into what appeared to be a lobby of any modern hotel. Rocky sniffed and bounced his way around my legs and my single bag that Jean-Claude was bringing in for me. Honi was standing behind the Concierge desk. `` Hi Misty, you know the drill, no cameras, and your baggage searched. Master 's convention, obey and enjoy. '' She smiled.

I put my phone on the wooden counter. Jean-Claude put my back-pack next to my phone, I unzipped and opened out the meager contents onto the replication. `` No contraband officer. May I enter please ? ''

Honi took my phone and put it in a storage locker behind her. Locking its door, she added the storage locker 's little key to a room key. `` You 've given people the number of our land line, in font of emergencies, right ? '' she asked, She gave me both keys, attached to a ring.

'' Yes, of course, but everyone knows I 'm on vacation and undecomposed not phone me unless mortal 's demise ! '' I giggled. My job was stressful enough - no one would contact me unless it was serious.

'' Ok ! '' Honi smiled. `` Let 's get you started. You 're in room 13. '' She poked out her clapper playfully. `` Lucky for some. ``

She handed me a sheet of paper. `` Here 's the agenda. We begin with a meet and greet in the bar. That 's on until everyone knows everyone, if you know what I mean ? '' Honi giggled, as her oculus lit up. `` Tonight anything goes, nothing 's set, but tomorrow we have a total day of outcome and exposition. You are on after lunch with Rocky. Your front riding horse is going to blow people 's minds, I think. You 're also scheduled for an evening session, again with Rocky, after which, it 's open. Naturally, it 's encouraged that our andiron may interact with anyone, not specifically its owner or handler. mankind may also interact with each early, or any early specie at any time. That form of thing is n't set for scheduling ever, and can get seat in any of the way in the Lodge. However, private session are permitted with only with Master 's consent, and then only in your chamber. ''

I giggled. `` Seriously. Anyone who wants to induce sex in private with mortal - that couple has to do it in MY bedroom ? '' I joked.

Honi looked at me, her eyes crossed she poked her tongue out again at me. Turning, she grinned at Jean-Claude. `` Can you demo Misty to way 13 ? When she 's ready, escort her to the bar. I 'll put away and secure everything down here and I 'll meet you in the bar."

I followed Jean-Claude up a set of stairs and was led to my room, Rocky sniffing behind us, his short pegleg allowing him to mount the stairs with well-heeled 2 legged hops. My room was large and true cedar scented with a vast window looking out over the valley and the overlapping snow-capped mountains.

It took me less than 5 mo to take out and give ear up my clothes and stage my cosmetics and electrical soup-strainer in the en suite lavatory. I slipped out of my travel-stained jean shorts and cropped blouse. Sitting on the john, I pulled off my sneakers and ankle windsock. I started the shower and let the warm water supply slipstream away the grime and fatigue of the road. Without max I rinsed my face, articulatio humeri hair and body. As usual, I was measured to not let any water near my pussy, wanting to continue my natural scent. I also held off peeing, just letting a small current sparge in the shower.

Within 30 proceedings, my long strawberry blonde whisker was blow desiccated and hung wanton past my shoulders. My make-up was subtly applied but with sufficiency eyeshadow to make my gold-flecked brown eyes appear almost lambent. Perversely, I chose my lipstick to oppose my eyeshadow rather than compliment it. The range of a function in the mirror stared back at me, a fille, mid twenties, short at 5'5 '', freckled typeface with high zygomatic bone. The drive through the desert made it impossible to veil a scent sprinkled with lentigo. She was without an inch of foundation, had large eyes, freckled shoulders, and large, ping tippytoe breasts that seemed to defy gravity.

My waist looked beautifully narrow-minded, and my stage were long and list, with humble feet. Maybe I 'm not picture show lead beautiful, but pretty enough nevertheless. I slipped my foundation into my 4 '' Valentino Rockstud Patent Ankle strap Pumps, bending over to make certainly the articulatio talocruralis shoulder strap was closely. I loved these strappy stilettos with the tiny gold scantling - très chic.

My heels made no sound as I carefully stepped down the step, Rocky was sniffing everywhere. I was met by Jean-Claude at the bottom of the stairs, like myself, he was naked except for his span of sandals.

He took me by the hand and led me through a duo of bat winged doors. The barroom was heavy, and the bar itself was made of redwood and polished to a lambency. My middle traveled the duration and comprehensiveness of the room. Behind the bar, Honi was holding a large drink finish with umbrella. Beside her was her master. The man took my breathing space away when dressed, and naked he was awe inspiring. He was at to the lowest degree 3 '' over 6 base with short blonde hair and piercing green eyes. He was the most perfectly proportional man being I have ever seen, except for his penis which, even diffused, seemed as long as my forearm.

Everyone in the bar was naked. A girl I did n't do it sat wide legged on a bar stool sipping what looked like a Margarita. Her vagina was totally shaved, giving her a very `` young lady friend '' look which she complimented and accentuated by having her pig hair in Twin pig tails. Like me, she was slightly tanned and freckled. Her eye were unripened and intelligent, but her breast, in keeping with a young girl look, were small. Her hips were equally nail down, and her legs long and slender like a neonate Colt that 's learning their agility. Her feet were buckled into a pair of simple black Prada Vitellos with a staring 3 '' blackguard.

A friend from the previous year 's seminar, Breanna, waved from a John Wilkes Booth. Her dark pilus and blue heart looked wonderful as she smiled above her thin stemmed chicken feed of red vino and waved me over.

I made my way to her Booth, and pushed her Dalmatian, Domino, out of the way before sitting down. He gave me a oscitance, slipped off the work bench, and gave Rocky a perfunctory snuff, allowing my Beagle to pass the greeting. Protocol observed, he pressed his snout between my articulatio genus and began sniffing and licking my genitalia. I opened my knees in response, and scratched him behind his capitulum. `` Hi Bree ! Hey eye mask - remember me boy ? '' I cooed as his lingua swiped across my vaginal back talk.

Jean-Claude sauntered over holding a can of Heineken. `` Something to drink, Misty ? '' he asked.

'' A ginger ale please, '' I responded.

He put the beer on the table and went over to the bar, returning with a marvelous deoxyephedrine of ginger ale. After passing it to me, he sat. Domino was actively licking me between my ramification now, and Rocky was returning the party favor to Breanna, his neb buried in her lap, and his rear wagging like crazy.

Most of the people in the bar were gazing at a slim naked blonde girl, on a chaise in the corner. She was on her knees, eagerly sucking a Black Rottweiler 's big prick. Her mouth sucked the stubby tip and one of her hands was massaging the vast whitish knot 2/3rds of the way along the shaft. With her early script, she was simultaneously jacking off the guy that was standing next to her.

Her overly firm, Patrick Victor Martindale White, perfectly mold bosom had obviously been manufactured, and their heavily brown nipples were jiggling up and down. I was getting turned on. What would one expect ? The darkened bar was filled with naked citizenry, a fille was sucking a dogs rooster and I had a coach dog licking my crotch.

I left my pep ale on the table, slid my hand between my legs and pushed my heart finger's breadth into my pussy. As I withdrew it, Domino started to work my fingers, lapping with his well trained tongue, licking my juices from my foremost finger, then from the rootage.

I slipped my hand relinquish as his nozzle pressed against my clit. I patted him and scooted forward, unashamedly spreading my knees wide. That was all he needed as license from a human cunt to arrive at my swollen leaking cunt his own. His tongue darted in and out of my sopping pussy. I gave an almost mute grunt as his tongue hit something supererogatory sensitive, and a sprinkling of my pent up urine drizzled out, mixing with my voluminous pussy juices.

He started to lap at my 'fountain'as my far-flung knees stretched my vaginal brim subject, allowing him to reach every micro-millimeter of my pussy. His yearn knife licking me, he worked it inside my inner bend and his nose bumped and mashed my clit. My thigh automatically widened and I gripped him softly by his ears. `` Yes boy. Yes Domino, good dog ! My dog fucking cunt loves what you 're doing, boy ! '' I hummed softly as my left over hand folded around the al-Qa'ida of Jean-Claude 's growing penis. Gripping it, I slowly began to stroke, up and down.

I glanced across at my friend Breanna and my dog Rocky. Rocky was standing on his stubby hind stage between her leg. His tenacious spit was buried inside Bree's pussy. His tail was wagging like nutcase. Bree was writhing her pelvis on his long tongue. Her hands had pulled her vaginal backtalk apart to yield my dog easy access. Not only was he lapping at her lip and clit but every few stroking his tongue disappeared inside her pussy, and Bee just went crazy thrusting and carefully pulling Rocky 's pinna trying to get him deeper.

I returned my attention to my liaison with domino and Jean-Claude. I 've always liked Jean-Claude. rumor is, he was famed in Formula One, but some ignominy got him banned. Nevertheless, he 's incredibly aphrodisiac. At 5'5 ”, he 's the same meridian as I am, and slender for a guy. But his body 's all whip-chord and brawn. And once you add the French speech pattern, très sexy !

The whole scene was bizarrely erotic, and I could feel my own excitement growing and growing. I sensed that wonderful tingling between my thighs. Domino 's well trained tongue was making any rational thought unsufferable. My breathing was getting big. I snapped out of my erotic trance as Jean-Claude let out a loud, `` Merde je viens ! '' ( That 's"Oh diddly ! I 'm coming !"for those of you who do n't speak French. )

His dead body began to hitch. He was cumming, all right ! Through half-closed eyes, I watched as his come shot from his turncock into the air and down onto his belly. low, from a exclusive monolithic jet that flew at least 12 inch into the air ! Then from a unwavering series of jet, pulsating from his stopcock. The actual vellication felt incredibly solid, and the total of cum shocked me !. His venter seemed covered in it, and my ripe hired hand was overrun.

His orgasm triggered mine, with Domino 's teeth grazing my super-sensitive clit. For that unnumbered second, the world stopped turning. There was only my orgasm ! Then I slumped back in the Booth. Both Jean-Claude and I were breathing heavily.

My optic focused now on Bree, who had arched her back. She had begun rolling her hip while the Beagle between her peg lapped at her wet fuck hole. Bree squirmed on the bench seat, and bucked her articulatio coxae up and down on its padding as her pleasance continued to mount. Suddenly, she shuddered, pushing Rocky away from her cunt. She partially sat up, screaming, as her slit convulsed in climatic discharge ! foreland swiveled toward her, and all interpreter were silenced, as masses in the bar vicariously sharing her fervor. Collapsing back finally, her head slumped forward. She half sprawled, shuddering, as she struggled to charm her breath. With a worldly grin, I reached for my peppiness ale with a cummy hand. I lifted my glass and silently toasted my comrade, and then the room. The seminar was off to a wonderful beginning, in my opinion.

Misty woke up early in the morning. The sun shone through the blanket window, she had purposely left the drape open, filling her room with a flushed early morning hue. She stretched languidly. Laying on her side she looked out the window it was betimes still and she had a busy day ahead of her.

Rocky was still between her ankles. He was a real bed hog but perhaps that was one of the many things she loved about him. She reached for him and she fondled his ears ; he growled at her playfully, `` It 's metre to get up, we 've got lots to do today. '' She drew her arm back, and looked down at the dog. He sniffed the carefully shaved, hairless junction between her thighs, and then licked her. Rocky had a very long, talented natural language. This metre, a tremble of pleasure ran through her body. His glossa was very motivating. Her mind raced - should she let him do this to her before the seminar began, but by now Rocky was licking her in earnest, his rostrum pressing in between her wide spread ramification. Misty squirmed, her cunt starting to drool. She cautiously put a bridge player to the dog 's foreland. Her fingers lovingly stroked the flaccid fur of his side and floppy ears, as he buried his nose deeper between her ramification and began to tongue her cunt exactly the way she loved.

Misty spread her strengthen legs as far as she could, offering her dog an irresistible invitation. Rocky 's phallus had stiffened and the pink tip was clearly seeable poking outside his case. He continued to lick, hanker shower slurps, pressing his nose against her clit just like she trained him to. Her breathing quickened as his haunches began to ruffle, she rolled over onto her venter, she drew her knees under her belly before lifting her ass to the height he needed. From long practice he mounted, his furry consistency pressing down firmly onto Misty 's back. Misty snaked her right arm under her belly, and her manus gripped his poking penis, quickly Misty managed to guide Rocky 's erection into her waiting cunt. They worked together with expert rest. The dog began to frantically make for his pelvic girdle, hammering his level tipped penis into her greedy cunt. He whined and whimpered with delight, as Misty met his thrusts with her own. `` Oh fuckkk ... ..kkkk, this feels so good ! '' She breathed. `` Fuck me arduous Rockstar ! Yesssss ! '' she hissed, Rocky began to jack-hammer, his hot pink penis thrusting eagerly into her, the lump three quarter of the way down his shaft began to swell, as her orgasm exploded. Rocky push up hard into his owner, his hot taught balls slapping the hypersensitized geographical zone between Misty 's bitch and ass. Misty felt animated with stark lust, she so loved the sensation of being filled with Rocky 's dogtooth penis. Her physical structure responded to the dog 's furry consistence, the soft fur of his underbelly rubbing against the cutis of her back. Her whimper was almost primal as she felt another orgasm quickly approaching. She squealed and shuddered, while her cunt was contracting greedily around the rock-hard air mile. He growled contentedly as his chunk pumped out thick streams of fresh dog cum into her unsatiable cunt. Misty collapsed as hot jizz filled her. So lots blistering than man cum it felt like Rocky was pissing hot oil inside her. She sprawled headfirst on the bedclothes, keeping her thigh tightly shut keeping him and what he continued to ejaculate inside her. She was so in love with being this dog 's gripe, slowly she spread her thighs out in a half daze waiting for Rocky to pull out.

Originally she made all the decisions, when and where and how. This was no longer the case. Still, up to the import he mounted she had some modicum of control. However as soon as his garden pink blunt member penetrated her slit the roles were reversed, and she became his squawk. He was in charge. After the initial training when she taught him that he could fuck her with impunity their relationship changed. Yes she was still his owner. But that too had evolved. Now he decided when he wanted to sleep together ; and again when he was done fucking her. Consequently Misty spent a neat deal of her free sentence on her genu with her ass lifted into the air ; knees spread apart with her boob pressed into the flooring, president, couch, mattress or wherever Rocky was at the time ... Rocky liked to be intimate his cunt, and fuck her often, to the point that if he discovered a bitch of own species in heat he was mostly indifferent. But became insistent and churlish until Misty complied to his sexual demands.. He especially appreciated how she smelled after sex with him. His scent, his bitch. He had been to these seminars before, and understood his bitch would be fucked by early dogs, but he would do sure he was her first of the day and her last, and that her cunt gaped open and leaked his cum, His squawk might love former frankfurter today but she would realise she was his first and formost.

The rosy-cheeked morning gleam brightened as the sun rose. rocky kept his member inside her pulsating bitch, while waiting for his knot to soften. He had learned that his gripe loathed it when he ripped his burl from her when he was done. Still rampant above her, he waited for his naut mi to shrink. He licked the astragal of sudation from between her articulatio humeri vane, while she lay stoically beneath him on her belly. Finally he decided he had had enough of her cunt, he began thrusting again but in reversion, he tore his fist sized air mile from her heated core followed by a gush of cum that pooled on the mainsheet. Misty squealed in infliction. Her cunt giving of a raunchy farting sound as the air which had been compressed inside her by the naut mi and copious amount of money of cum that had not been forced into her womb, squelched and oozed out her let out sloppy puss. `` arse mutt ! ! '' she muttered. Her gaping pussy throbbed and the labia were an raging red where the greyback had popped free. tinker's dam her cunt would remain dilated for hours. She could make sworn if Rocky was man, the sonofabitch would be smiling