We recently moved into a new neighborhood. As I was rummaging around in the attic, I discovered a journal. Most of it was pretty tamed stuff, but the utmost few first appearance got pretty juicy. Here's what I found :

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December 5th - Morning

As had become routine, my husband wienerwurst flopped down at our kitchen mesa for a agile breakfast. His fingers worked furiously on the concealment of his ever-present phone, checking email, school text, and the latest stock statistics. Aside from wondering when his toast and burnt umber might magically come out, I doubt he would even take in noticed if I wasn't there. Like many a young ‘ trophy wife ’, my illusion of a illusion union to a copious aged guy had quickly evaporated in the first few calendar month of our Union. I sighed, realizing that I had become relegated to simply another one of the many expensive trappings that comprised ‘ Frank's Big compendium of plaything ’.

"I'm thinking about joining a gym,"I offered, trying to break the uneasy muteness over the morning repast. wienerwurst responded by holding up a dismissive hired hand as an incoming phone call summoned his attention. I seethed quietly to myself, poking at my toast halfheartedly as Frank laughed uproariously at something in his phone conversation. I looked up expectantly, hoping he might share the humor, but he turned away in his chairman, checking the clock on the paries and chuckling again.

Suddenly I flinched as I felt a dusty wet nose prod at my knee. I heard a quiet whine from below the kitchen board. I reached down and petted Shindo, our purebred Akita. As with everything else we owned, the big dog had set hot dog back a humble fate. Yet Shindo was pretty much my dog since I was the just one who gave him any attention. The carload of money Shindo had cost had done nothing to assure a well behaved creature. He was overly energetic, with a penchant for getting into anything and everything. One of his well-nigh annoying traits was that he would crap a bee-line for any unprotected seawall, sniffing and prodding with his moth-eaten wet nose into the most intimate of blank space. We had to be on incessant sentry duty against his embarrassing antics if we had guests in the home.

But as I sat there at the kitchen table, marveling at the opulence wagon train shipwreck my life had become, I was suddenly struck with a very gamy and ill-affected whimsy. I smiled pleasantly at wiener as I meticulously buttered a slice of my pledge. Under the tabular array, I allowed my pegleg to persona. Shindo was quick to prehend upon the opportunity and I felt him wriggle his way between my legs. Still dressed in a bathrobe, I closed my bare thighs down in a receive embrace around the tidal bore Akita, stifling a playful squeal as I felt his snout prod up against my panty clad genitalia.

I squirmed in my bum, unsure of what would materialise next. Whenever Shindo was in one of his crotch-diving humour we always chastised him or banished him from the way. Never had the canine been given unfreeze rein, so this was uncharted district for us both. His warmly breathing space washed across my tight little Edward Douglas White Jr. step-in. I choked back a giggle as his cold wet nose pressed into my loins, sniffing enthusiastically at the alluring scent he discovered there.

My nerve was beating with a combination of fear and lustful excitement. What if weenie noticed something amiss and discovered the naughty doggy between my legs ? I couldn't even opine the embarrassment as I would have to try to explain myself. I felt a red boot of shame crawl its way up my face. I should put a full stop to this immediately, I realized. I chewed nervously at my lower lip, and then did the solely reasonable thing. I slowly scooted forward to the edge of my professorship, spreading my peg all-inclusive and allowing the peculiar Akita unrestricted accession.

Immediately his wet canine tongue caressed my panty-covered vaginal pile. I clenched my teeth, holding in a lustful moan of cacoethes. This was already More informal attention than I had received from frankfurter in months. I felt my scanty quickly begin to moisten, absorbing both spit from Shindo's energetic tongue and the randy damp oozing from my humid vaginal slit. My tight slippery slit -- neglected for far too long -- eagerly unfurled its heavy pink brim. The Akita dug deeper, lured by the resistless flavor. Pressing his snout harder into my lustful crevice, Shindo worked his gravelly tongue against the slim cotton plant barrier, pushing the crotch of my scanty up into my cubbyhole little cunt. I gripped the edge of the table with both hands, fighting the need to thrash my peg in response to simmering intimate impulse that were quickly coming to a boil.

The Akita nipped gently at my panty-covered pussy back talk and I shuddered, giving in to the inevitable orgasm. My breathing became ragged and desperate, and suddenly my hips bucked of their own accord. The junction of the chairwoman creaked alarmingly, but Frank didn't seem to notice. The muscles in my thigh clenched and trembled as a convulsive cramp gripped my bozo. Barely in control of my physical structure, I ground my hip in a slow, sensual motion in the kitchen chair as Shindo eagerly consumed the syrupy wetness that flooded through the cotton genitalia of my panty. I closed my peg tightly around the Akita's furry school principal, wrapping him in a screw embrace as orgasmic ripples vibrated through the depth of my fuck one-armed bandit. Then, in a final spasm, I rocked my question back and pressed my loin eagerly forward against the canine's talented snout. My hair whipped in a cascade of blonde and I dared to let my hands slip from the board and caress my naked upper thigh. Dragging my digit up over my breadbasket, I sensuously squeezed my titty, pinching my aching mamilla through the soft cover of my robe.

Then -- finally -- I felt the wonderful genius in my twat begin to falter. Small post-orgasmic microseism continued to register as Shindo maintained a steady rhythm with his talented cunt-licking tongue. Despite his energetic efforts, the torrent of syrupy fluids poured through my step-in faster than he could lap them up. I felt a warm, sticky pool begin to forge on the seat of the death chair, soaking my step-in from below. The odor of wet slit butter hung heavily in the air, overwhelming the mundane breakfast smells of coffee and toast.

"Well, time to go,"Frank announced, ending his conversation and rising from the table. I jerked in shock and then looked at him, slack-jawed and with candy optic, trying to recover from my sexually-induced stupor. He took no notice of my tussled hairsbreadth, blushing expression, or panting breather as he gathered his samara and briefcase and headed out to his car. I heard the garage door oscillation and the locomotive engine of his Mercedes growling to life. The strait of the car receded as the robotlike garage threshold rattled shut. I sat there at the kitchen table in my cum-soaked panty as Shindo continued to diligently work his tongue in my pantie crotch. A singled tear rolled down my cheek as I stared ahead into nothingness.



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December 6th - Morning

frankfurter arrived at breakfast, his phone once again his steadfast companion as I faded into the desktop of his world. I however felt a renewed horse sense of inflammation."I still thinking about joining that gym,"I blurted, looking to wienerwurst for some sort of acknowledgment. It was a standard day as he granted me a barely perceptible nod as he pecked out an email."It's one of those all-lady gyms, just in case you're worry about that,"I continued. frank's tote up want of response suggested that he wasn't overly concerned.

"wellspring, let's see what form of treat we have for breakfast today,"I remarked mostly to amuse myself. I suppressed a smiling, given that the bedcover on the table was the same fare as every day -- burnt umber and toast. However, the spread under the table today was slightly different. Shindo was uncharacteristically well behaved, sitting patiently under the table. It was almost as if he and I were co-conspirators in our juicy small secluded. But as I spread my legs he quietly rose to his pes and worked his way between my soft, creamy thighs. Today he found no panty barrier separating him from my girlish appealingness. Instead he found me moist and expectant, my naked, ruffled pussy rim already unroll with arousal. Perched on the boundary of the chairperson, I spread my legs, causing my slit to gape afford for him. Looking down I saw a dribble of my buttery sauce ooze out, trailing down to the floor on a shimmering drool of vaginal fluid. The big dog intercepted the slowly descending banner on his tongue, licking his chops in anticipation.

Then Shindo plunk into the briny course. His rough wet glossa embraced the lips of my pussy, savoring the tasty discharge glistening on my pink flesh. Licking me clean, he pulled back, his jowls working as he relished the lingering tone. As a test, I attempted to deflect him with a pocket-size nook of goner. Normally he was up for any little morsel, but the large eye tooth completely ignored it. He had obviously acquired a preference for the gustation of buttery cunt gem instead. I popped the art object of pledge in my backtalk and chewed as the Akita pushed his schnozzle back against my puss. I squirmed as his coldness nose made liaison with my clit. His natural language teased my fleshy little nub of delight and I gave a subdued pant in reply. Then his viva appendage slipped lower, working its way into the clutching tunnel of my cunt. Elbows on the board, I interlaced my fingers and rested my mentum on my manpower, trying to maintain a tire expression as several inches of wet dog tongue wriggled up into my tight little twat.

The Akita attempted to research every hidden nook and cranny of my clutching pink vaginal faithful, turning his furry fountainhead this way and that to exploit every angle. I had never imagined that a doggy glossa was so incredibly long -- or maneuverable. But it was a uncovering that I enjoyed with salacious delight. And then, just as I thought that the canine had finally achieved the ultimate limits of his unwritten reaching, I felt his furry snout begin to pry its way into my pussy. I gulped in revulsion, realizing that the animal seemed design on fucking me with his face. I groaned at the whiz but then started to lower my helping hand to draw in his beak back out of my snatch. But then I flinched, quickly resuming my chin-on-hands pose as Frank looked up and favored me with a rarified but disinterested glance. I reached down with trembling work force and retrieved my cup of coffee, desperately attempting to maintain a convention expression as a clean dowery of the Akita's snout tunneled its way into my quivering snatch.

I set the cup down in its saucer, a rattling noise filling the kitchen as the two pieces of china clattered together under my shaking fingerbreadth. I squirmed in my hot seat, trying to oblige the unbelievable stretching sensation in my kitty-cat. Then Shindo's natural language lashed out once again, digging its way into previously unexplored regions of my lustful know sleeve. I could palpate the wet tip of his tongue deeply embedded, devouring the awkward discharge that oozed in an unstoppable flow from my sarcoid vaginal embrace. It felt as if the voracious beast was only a few inch short of slipping his tidal bore tongue into the opening of my womb. Accepting that genial image as a challenge I spread my limber thighs even wider and gently pressed my hips forward onto his hooter. The Akita seemed to sense my wanton need, responding with a forceful get-up-and-go of his own.

A glistening shininess of perspiration broke out on my forehead, betraying the effort of our repugnant interaction. The collaborative exercising paid off, and another two column inch of furred cuspid snout were press-fit into my greedy slight cunt. But then, just as I was expecting his tongue to take up its lecherous explorations, the Akita pulled back, withdrawing his snout from my twat and leaving me gaping and in a desperate DoS of frustration. Then I heard Shindo pant a heroic breath and I realized the reason for his activity. The pathetic doggy was unable to breath with his hooter deeply buried in the depths of my blind drunk wet twat. The Akita's slope heaved as he replenished his O supply.

I gazed down at the canine tooth with concern but he appeared to be recovering. Then with renewed muscularity he licked the fatheaded froth of cunt pick from his mandibula and burrowed his way back into my creamy tunnel of luxuria. I bit my lower lip as he stretched me to new limits. A strangled moan of Passion almost escaped my lip. His gazed up at me with an unquestioning motley of canine passion and luxuria. His snout was buried so deep that his dark soulful eyes stopped just short-circuit of my widely stretched glistening twat mouth. deep in the depths of my pussy I felt his knife surge Forth, wriggling and twisting as it burrowed its way into the far reaches of my grasping wet embrace.

Suddenly I trembled, feeling the tip of his wriggling spit breach the entree to a new region of my eubstance. The onset of my sexual climax was mental, overwhelmed by the actualization that I had the tip of a risque doggy natural language tickling the entering to my womb. I barely managed to choke back a frantic shrieking of Adam, throttling it back to a barely audible growl of animalist passion. Then my kitty contracted in a powerful spasm and my pelvic arch bucked in rapid succession, burying even More of Shindo's turgid beak in my alarmingly over-stretched twat. I fought a despairing battle to maintain dominance of my body, lest I fall to the level flopping like a fish in the grip of my orgasmic contractions. My knucks turned Edward Douglas White Jr. as I gripped the edge of the board and hung on in desperation. I bit my lower lip as my lengthy orgasm caused my pussy to clench down over and over, grasping at the Akita's deeply embedded snout and tongue. Shindo rode me like an expert, moving with my every dollar bill and twist, unrelenting in his oral attending. My thighs quivered in a sinewy cramp iron as I closed them tightly around the question of my furry friend. Finally, with a tranquillise gasp, I suddenly relaxed as the last of my sexual climax was wrung from the flexing tissues of my goose.

Shindo withdrew, panting and desperate for a renewed inflow of air. My pussy gaped shamelessly and a seeming river of dethaw cunt butter poured from my open air fuck slot. The milky discharge dripped freely and clung to both of my inside second joint in a shimmering coating. I blinked, trying to focus on frank as he sat in his chair, still intent on his all-important text content. A growing pool of simmering pussy cream grew on the floor between my groundwork, but Shindo was quick and tidal bore to lap up all the incriminating evidence.

wienerwurst rose and headed off to do work, unmindful as usual.

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Dec 6th - afternoon

After a foresightful shower bath and a quick dejeuner I gathered up my courage and made my way down to Bumper's, the ladies-only gym and spa I had found. I went up to the tabulator and told the girl I was thinking about getting a rank. She introduced herself as Lydia, and told me she was the owner. I was impressed since she seemed to be only a few years older than my age of 20. Lydia gave me an in-depth tour. We talked about the assorted exercise year that were offered and she showed me how to use a lot of the weight political machine, stationary bikes, and treadmills. I liked what I saw, and signed up for a six month rank on the spot.

I had brought some physical exercise clothes with me, so I went into the locker room and changed. I felt a little embarrassed, wearing my old"hullo Kitty"sports bra from high school. But I figured I could buy some new gear once I got a sense of what was considered fashionable around here. Stepping back out of the locker room, I surveyed the huge regalia of gym equipment, not surely where to depart. There was a Jazzercise class in school term, so I went over to watch, just trying to get a feel for everything.

As I was standing there, I suddenly felt a mien succeeding to me. Standing to my right was a beautiful redhead, dressed in very myopic trunks and a frayed-out cut-off wheeling Stones tee shirt. She was in her deep twenty and stood a brace inches improbable than my five foot five tallness."I feel like a kid in a confect computer memory,"she remarked, gazing out on the collection of prancing girls in an raiment of sweats, shortstop and tight yoga trouser. I felt a bit self-conscious. I was a trim one hundred and fifteen Ezra Pound, but was feeling a bit gentle and wiggly compared to the hard, list bodies on presentation in the class.

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

"Yeah, hi, I'm Suzy,"I replied, extending my hired man."And yeah, first day. I'm like a total gym virgin, so be blue,"I joked.

"Oh ? Really ?"Maggie replied, looking me up and down."well ... how intriguing."I gave her a favorable smile in return, excited to already be making Friend."So ..."Maggie continued, bobbing her head slightly towards the other slope of the gym."You wan na ?"

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

Maggie drifted her tending back to the exercise social class for a moment, and then turned back to me."Tease,"she replied."Do you want to occur eat my pussy ?"

My lower jaw dropped, thinking I must not have heard her correctly. She saw my spirit of cushion and a red flush of overplus began to fawn up her face."Oh my god,"she stammered."I'm so dreary ! You're not one of Lydia's girls, are you ? It's just that ... Oh, dammit, it's just that you're wearing that ‘ Hello Kitty'sports bra ... All of Lydia's missy always wear a pink ‘ howdy jackpot ’. It's kind of like the clandestine handshake around here ... So I just thought ... Dammit ! Please, I am so sorry,"Maggie stammered in nervous apology.

"postponement ..."I replied in a whisper, slowly piecing it together as I glanced around nervously."You mean that there are ... prostitutes here at the gym, working for Lydia ? Lesbian tart ?"Oddly, I didn't find myself so much offended as intrigued by the scandalous whim.

Maggie bit her humble lip, looking down at the trading floor like a naughty schoolgirl, nodding."Please,"she begged,"I didn't mean anything by it. It was just a misapprehension, that's all ... Like I said, all of Lydia's young lady always wear that ‘ Hello pool'logo like you have on, and you're so cute, so I just thought you ..."She looked like she was going to cry.

I felt a strange touch sensation laundry over me, similar to that sense of rebellion I had felt when I first let my barker Shindo poke my panties at the breakfast table. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I wrestled with the conflicting thoughts awash in my mind. Taking Maggie's hired man in mine, I leaned in close."Shhh ... It's ok."I whispered. A thankful expression washed over her.

I paused, fearing that this was one of those potentially magic moments, and it was balanced on the edge of slipping away forever. I swallowed, trying to gather my courageousness."I ... ah ... I'm not one of Lydia's ... you know ... daughter,"I stammered nervously."But do you consider that ... maybe ... you could teach me ?"I swallowed again, feeling a flush of embarrassment rising slope up my case. Had I just done that ? Had I just propositioned a lesbian at the gym ? Well, I guess that was one way to make an worry impression right off the bat. I felt my pump lacing in my chest as I looked deep into her eyes, visually pleading for her to not disdain me."Please ..."I urged her in a pleading whisper."Teach me how to ... to eat out your passably minuscule pussy."

A panoptic smile crossed Maggie's brass and she nodded eagerly, taking my paw in tow and leading me across the gym. After my dog Shindo's dumbfound oral exam handling of my puss this morning, I certainly had a few ideas in my psyche, but resolved myself to letting Maggie learn me the proverbial circle.

Reaching the front desk, Maggie asked Lydia in an delirious whisper,"Can we get a key to a massage room ?"Lydia looked at us in confusion."A slip of mistaken individuality,"Maggie explained, gently tracing her finger across the ‘ Hello Kitty'effigy printed across the left wing white meat of my sports bra."But we got it sorted out, so now Suzy here is officially ‘ in training ’. You two can talk later and ferment out the details."Lydia scowled, shooting Maggie a disapprove look. Then she reluctantly handed over a key, saying nothing. I could recount she was not thrilled about Maggie's unsolicited recruiting efforts.

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Dec 6th - Later that good afternoon

"number one clip with Maggie ?"Lydia inquired with a knowing smirk as I approached the front counter at the gym about an hour later to come back her key. A rush of shame rushed up my font.

"first metre -- with any girl,"I whispered, running my fingerbreadth through my wet and matted hair. Lydia gave me a knowing smiling, having apparently gotten over her earlier excitation."That young woman is a bit of a squirter,"she acknowledged with a prankish smiling. I let the understatement stand without promote comment, looking down at the wide, wet splatter of female ejaculation that stained well-nigh of the social movement of my sports bra with Maggie's signature scent.

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

"I think so,"I acknowledged quietly, trying to ignore my subconscious mind psyche as it offered up words like ‘ lesbian, prostitute, and whore ’. Checking around to see if anyone else was within listening distance, I continued."Maggie paid me threescore dollar mark. Your cut for anything that happens at the gym is one-third. Anything outside the gym is my own business. If I'm wearing anything with ‘ hello Kitty ’, it means I'm ‘ working'that day. If anyone starts asking snoopy questions, I'm out, and you don't know nix. Oh, and the customer is always right."

Lydia gave a fragile nod of her head as I recited each point from memory."Clever miss,"she praised, gesturing towards my handful of invoice with a picture show of her fingerbreadth. I peeled off the least pasty twenty dollar bill for her and tucked the rest into my pocket."Welcome to the gym,"Lydia offered

Just then Maggie strolled by, a bounce in her step and looking immensely satisfied. He gave my ass a playful slap as she passed. She paused, leaning over rejoinder with a whisper to my new ‘ boss ’."That's a esteem little cunt, there Lydia. You put that daughter and her charming knife to solve for you !"

I blushed fiercely at the compliment and gave her departing shape a wave as the front door banged shut. I turned and headed for the showers, realizing that I was going to call for to invest in a solid lot more ‘ hi jackpot'exercising apparel if I planned on presenting a fresh appearing for each new customer during the day. But for today there was aught to be done but simply muddle through. I went back over to the example elbow room, seeing what new attention I might draw in the gang of girls ...

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December 9th - cockcrow

weenie left early this morning, not having bothered to say me in cash advance about a week-long job misstep he had scheduled. I couldn't find the motive to get up for breakfast, thinking I would just sleep in. But I was awakened with a soft dogtooth whine. I turned on the nightstand light and there was Shindo, his eyes just visible over the edge of the bed, looking at me with an anticipative wag of his tooshie. The big Akita had definitely become a fan of our new morning routine and after an inexplicable delay he had come up to see when his morning breakfast"dainty"would be delivered. I groaned and rolled over, reaching out to sacrifice him a lazy moolah on the neck opening.

The Akita was not appeased with my efforts. With an effortless bound, the huge dog leapt up onto the bed, causing the frame to screak under the impact."Shindo ! Naughty doggy !"I chastised, half-heartedly trying to shoo him back off onto the floor. He resisted and I giggled at the game."Well, at to the lowest degree you came to wish me a happy birthday,"I sighed sadly. I had hoped in vain that weenie might take in left a card, flowers, or a present for my 21st, but found no evidence of any such efforts.

Shindo barked and lunged at me teasingly and we tussled in the covers. I shrieked in surprisal as I tumbled from the bed, dragging a maze of book binding, pillows, and a barking Akita with me as I fell. Laughing I squirmed to bring out myself from the gin of the blankets wound around my branch. As I struggled to get onto my men and knee I suddenly felt a heavy weight soil on my spine. Shindo wrapped his furry front paws around my naked torso. I felt something inflexible and sarcoid prod insistently at the cotton plant genital organ of my panties as the large Akita jostled for position on my upturned posterior. I glanced over at the full length mirror on the closet door, seeing Shindo mounted on my back. His furred haunches ground against my unwaveringly little panty-clad derriere.

He pulled back for a bit and I gasped at the reflect image. The Akita was sporting a huge erection ! It was every bit of eight inches in length, and looked to be as blockheaded as my wrist. A prospicient, slimy drop of pre-cum dangled from the fleshy tip. Shindo turned and looked at me in the mirror, our eyes meeting and locking in a meaningful exchange. Now I suppose that any reverential girl will enjoin you that she would have immediately put a stop to this obscene development. Honestly, I'll believe that when I see it. My hormones were raging from my lesbian encounters at the gym over the past several days. I had been too long ignored by a remiss hubby. There wasn't even practically of a lesson dilemma. One way or another, I was going to get my birthday fuck !

distortion against the Akita's body weight I managed to mount to a kneeling position. Shindo kept his front paws tightly locked around my rib cage, hopping awkwardly on his hind legs as I shifted position. His furry paw clamped possessively around my torso, just underneath my small house tits. My nipples were perked into rigid little fleshy brown essence of luxuria. My fingers frantically reached for the waistband of my scanty, dragging them down to my knee joint and exposing my rapidly moistening pussy. With a grunt I dropped back down onto my hands and articulatio genus as the huge dog's weight once more settled down onto my back. Shido squirmed, maneuvering himself into plaza. I wriggled my hips in invitation. Carefully the Akita maneuvered the tip of his cock into alignment, finding the opening to my quivering cunt and easing himself just inside.

With graceful movement, Shindo pressed himself forward. Nearly half his cock slid into my cunt with a delicious friction. I groaned with passionateness, clenching my vaginal muscles, causing him to slowly grind to a check. He issued an turn on bark, thrilled to discover that his human being female friend had a wonderfully tight and fuckable twat. He withdrew, fighting against the greedy, grasping embracement of my humid fuck tunnel. Only the tip of his prick remained embedded as he steadied himself. Then with a forceful lunge he thrust up and into me. I met him with a fleshly response of my own, urgently rolling my hip joint up and back. I grunted under the impact, my naked ass nerve flattening as they pushed up tight against his furry haunches. With that vigorous poke he was fully hilted, his full round clod sack pressed up tight against my vaginal rim.

He paused, jostling on my back as he adjusted his posture. Then, as if by common unspoken agreement, we both built up to a savage gait. He pounded me like a political machine, his haunches a blur as he thrust and withdrew in a cycle of brutal, punishing get it on thrusts. I moaned like a whore, bucking my hip frantically as I clenched my vaginal musculus, milking the duration of his massive cock. Our sexual conjugation was wildcat, animalistic, and exactly what I desperately needed. I felt him grip down harder around my rib coop, betraying the urging of his motion. His jaws latched onto a plot of land of my long blonde hair, yanking my heading backwards and causing me to curve my spine downward in answer. My hips rolled upward, pressing my quivering slit harder into his loins. My cunt sass rippled, clasping his pistoning cock in a sozzled, loving embracing. Vaginal fluids drained from the besotted cachet between my mouth and his bastard. A steady trickle oozed out and splattered down into the panty spanned between my genu. Soaking through the thin cottony material they began to spread a wet stain into the pricy oriental person rug beneath me.

Shindo lunged forward and held his position, every last throbbing column inch of his massive putz socketed deep in my grateful little pussy. He issued a hushed whine and then I felt his cock Calidris canutus get down to swell inside my twat. It was the decisive moment. If I expelled him now I could free myself from this punishing sexual encounter. But I knew if I delayed, my fate would be sealed. Cunt and canine would be coupled together until he unloaded his balls into the depths of my womb. There was really only one choice in the matter. I lowered my boldness to the carpet in a submissive lieu, pressing my hip back against him arduous. The marginal impudence of my house bottom flattened as I ground myself against him. I clenched down tightly with my snatch, making sure he had no probability to escape. My naked thigh trembled with expectant lecherousness as I felt his knot keep on to well. My slit strained with the monumental stretching, the lips of my snatch bulging outward around his round, fleshy anchor. His knot swelled to its level best size, throbbing ominously within the straining lips of my twat. I was securely mounted and null could come apart us now.

Shingo let go of my hair and raised his headland towards the ceiling. A prolonged howl filled the room, accompanied by my eager squeal of passion. I felt his ball pull up tight against the widely splayed lips of my snatch, contracting in a mightily spasm. His cock swelled alarmingly within the confines of my soused trivial cunt as a thundering load of hot dog cum raced down the length of his dick. I gasped, feeling him explode inside me. A geyser of doggy sperm cell rocketed into my vaginal tunnel, a tidal wave of frothing goo spraying and splattering every last nook and chap of my quivering pussy. I shrieked, feeling my puss convulse in a powerful orgasm. My rippling vaginal heftiness clamped down tight on his invading rotating shaft, milking him in a powerful grip as his cum cannon unloaded his minute eruption into my core.

My sexual climax raced through my body. I clenched my teeth as my vision blurred. My thigh and tummy shivered with lascivious delight as my kitty-cat lips seemed to writhe with a mind of their own. I even felt my blind drunk little arsehole pucker in and out in a rhythmic series of orgasmic muscle contraction, gaping capable and then clenching tightly shut as I shuddered and gasped for breath.

Shindo thrust again, raising my knee joint off the floor with the force of his lunge. A third fountain of dog cum was forcefully delivered into my pussy. I felt the touchy tissues begin to stretch, filled to the limit point with an overstuffing of cock and cum. The Akita's rooster swelled once more, quivering in the grip of my orgasmic vaginal embracement as his formal pumped furiously. With no space left within my pussy, his scalding gusher of cum boiled over into my uterus, coating my innards with a soothing glaze of his sticky honey potion. I was absolutely full to the brim. Shindo bucked his haunches again, seemingly tireless in his sweat to inject his gooey seed into every last crevice of my pussy. But I was finally overloaded. I felt my tummy swell as his putz pulsed, launching ever More long stringy rope of churning cum into my cunt. The seal of my clutching purulent sass around his throbbing turncock gave way and a cascade of frothing cum and vaginal succus gushed Forth River, splattering obscenely into my soaked scanty and onto the now ruined imported rug.

Shindo gave one final exhausted thrust and more run of our meld cream drained from my fatigued pussy. Then he collapsed on my back, both of our sides heaving as we desperately fought to regain our breathing space. As his breathing finally resumed normal he gave the dorsum of my neck a serial of loving clout. Then he attempted to dismount. I held him house, clutching down tightly with the ardent embrace of my snug pussy, not wanting to mislay that grand sensory faculty of fulfillment. He conceded to my desires, resting heavily on my back as his cock slub slowly subsided in the hairgrip of my vaginal embrace. I felt his knock-down heart beating and my own acquired his musical rhythm, throbbing as a undivided coupled beast. After what must experience been nearly half an hour his knot had finally deflated down to normal size of it. There was nothing I could do to stop the hideaway of his softening turncock as it slithered from my attender kitty. A cascade of glutinous fluid poured from my gaping get laid hole as he withdrew, adding to the hopeless brand on the rug beneath me. Streams of our jumble discharge oozed down my nude second joint as I basked in the fading afterglow.

Finally I rose, muscleman aching from the awkward position. I dragged the cum-drenched panties the difference of the way off my ramification and took a retentive soothing shower. I toweled off, feeling my pussy continue to run out. I glanced at my discarded pantie on the floor, soiled wet with dog cum and vaginal goo. With a perverse gumption of honor I tugged the used panties back on, wriggling my coxa to firmly seat them. The steamy wet genital organ paste itself securely to my still tender vaginal mound. I inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of dog-tired sex as it enveloped me in a rash swarm. And then, throwing on a distich of sweat and an old tee shirt, I went out to the center, looking to further lucubrate my inventory of ‘ hello jackpot'workout wearable with some well-deserved natal day shopping.

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Dec 9th - Afternoon

After an early on lunch and a shower I finally made it to the gym. legion calls of"Hey Suzy !"began to ring out before I even made it to the construction. I grinned and waved to them all. I had only been here a week, but I had never felt so welcome and at home plate anywhere in my life.

Inside, Lydia greeted me at the front line desk. I settled up my report with her from the previous day, realizing that I had managed to pocket over six hundred dollars yesterday, even after paying out her percentage. It certainly didn't seem like ‘ work ’, I thought with a grinning. The notion briefly crossed my mind that I was no longer entirely dependent on wienerwurst's money for my existence.

After we finished our pecuniary interchange, Lydia motioned me into her office, closing the threshold behind us. She obviously wanted to say something, but seemed unsure of how to commence."How do you feel about ass ?"she finally inquired. I looked at her for a stunned moment and then realized she must be leading up to some sort of a joke.

"wellspring, I did marry one,"I offered in an unsure tone. Lydia laughed heartily in reception.

But then her expression turned back to the unplayful. She licked her rim, pausing in an awkward secrecy, trying to prefer her Word of God."I've had some ... ‘ extra requests'from some of the ladies at the gym ..."she began, trailing off at the end. I cocked an eyebrow, curious as to what she was tap-dancing around. Taking a deep breath, she forged ahead."We used to have a young lady here who had a particular talent that our bounty customer really miss. She was ... well, she had a bit of ... of an anal fetish. So they were wondering if you ... I mean, no force per unit area, if that's not your thing, but I just thought I would fox it out there ..."She stopped there, looking at me expectantly.

I looked back at her, trying to serve the scattered entropy."Do you mean ..."I glanced around nervously even though we were safely in her closed off agency."You mean like ... licking lady friend'... assholes ?"I inquired in a voicelessness. My eye were wide-eyed. Why was my core hammering double-time ? I felt a flush of red slipstream over my face. Lydia nodded slightly, waiting for me to respond.

"girlfriend do that ?"I replied in stunned astonishment, trying to think such a affair."Gosh, ah, Lydia, I don't know ... I mean, I've never actually ... you know ... done that."I replied still in a nervous whisper.

"Had you ever eaten purulent before starting here ?"Lydia inquired with a split second. I shook my head, grinning. My life sentence had been painfully boring and pattern until just a few daytime ago."well, you're one of those rare natural talents when it comes to lapping up cunt. I'll bet that hot little clapper of yours could work its extra deception rimming out a tight lilliputian butthole too."

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

Lydia frowned, trying to figure out how to best explain it. Suddenly her expression brightened."Here, I'll show you,"she replied. Stepping to her computer she pulled up the internet and typed in a lookup for lesbian rimming. A cascade of connectedness for pictures and TV filled the cover. I gasped at the survey, holding my hand over my mouth in jolt."pulling up that one !"I urged breathlessly as a particularly pretty pair of girls caught my attending. After an in-depth investigating of several videos and numerous picture, Lydia closed the screen, much to my disappointment.

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

I pondered my response. The money sure was tempting. And I found myself more than a little intrigued by the mind. But could I make for myself to do it in actuality ? I didn't want to hold hope to Lydia and then incur my skill were not up to the labor."I'm just not for sure I would be good at it,"I confessed."I mean, maybe if one of the girls were volition to let me try to learn ..."

Lydia considered this, her mind working as to who might service as a willing tutor. As her genial wheels turned, I found my gaze drawn down to the rounded fashion plate of her hips. She was wearing a tight, white mini wench that hugged itself to the curves of her shapely ass. I subconsciously licked my lips, wondering what marvelous treasure might lay buried deep in the crack of her juicy ass. I could finger my panty begin to wash at the sentiment. She turned to reckon at me, not missing the counsel of my unabashed stare. Without a word she reached behind her and tugged down the zipper of her doll. The silky garment seemed to pour down her shapely legs, leaving her firm creamy rear end clad only in a narrow thong pantie that was wedged tightly into the sally of her ass.

She bent over the desk. I approached her from behind, my heart throb in my pectus. I knelt down behind her, thinking to myself that ‘ kissing your bosses ass'was rarely performed so literally. With trembling hands I reached up and found the narrow waistband of her thong panties. I tugged them downward, dredging the melt off band out of the crack cocaine of her ass. The humble triangular crotch of the pantie peeled slowly off her vaginal pile, trailing shimmering streamer of pussy lubricating substance that soaked the cottony crotch. She stepped with one foot and then the early as I worked the panties off her pes. Her high heels gave a rattling ski lift to her shapely ass as she leaned over the desk. Freed from her panty, Lydia widened her posture, spreading her business firm, tanned stage. Her ass crack gaped open before me, exposing her naked pussy. And there, just a short column inch gamey, I found the object of my lustful desire.

I had never seen an anus close up before. It was a marvelously cute little feature, framed so perfectly between her creamy White rump boldness. The cockle, wrinkled physique was a pinkish brown. The line radiated outward from the tightly clutched essence, forming a perfect footling star-shaped opening. I knew from the moment I saw it that I was in love and lecherousness.

I leaned in, working my face into the deep cleft of her ass cleft. I used my hands to spread her impudence, allowing me to delve deeper. Without a hint of reluctance I pressed my sass to Lydia's puckered picayune pooper. I heard her gasp with pleasance as I nuzzled her in an raunchy kiss. I let my natural language flicker out, teasing and gently probing the incredibly fast electrical resistance of her rectal vena portae. Applying more imperativeness, the conflict between my aegir tongue and Lydia's fiercely clenched picayune shucks socket began ...

... As I finished, Lydia collapsed across the desk with a terminal orgasmic spasm. My run down knife finally pulled from its deeply embedded locating in her rectum. Wiping my nerve and savoring the aftertaste, I watched with gratification as Lydia shuddered her way through a series of post-orgasmic twitching."I ... I think you just earned your first promotion,"She offered in a breathless vox. I flashed a huge grin in response.

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Dec 10th - Evening

After I left Lydia's office yesterday, she had enthusiastically spread the Son that I was now available -- and highly recommended -- for ‘ undivided military service ’, to use her term. ‘ Ass licking'struck me as such a vulgar sounding way to put it, so I liked her sugar-coating term instead. But regardless of what we chose to shout out it, my schedule for today filled rapidly. I had to pull in an betimes showtime to get all the eager ladies worked in. By the end of a very prospicient day, I had seen enough niggling pink Lady rectums up close and personal to last me for a while. But I had well over one thousand one dollar bill in my pocket for my endeavour, even after paying Lydia her cut.

I drove home, distracted by the relentless quiver I felt in my ass. I kept thinking of all of those besotted little puckers I had spent the day kissing and tonguing out. An anticipant grin crossed my face as I pulled into the drive. I hoped Shindo wasn't too angry with me. I hadn't had time to cosset in our first light romp with him today, so I thought he might be feeling a bit neglected. wellspring, maybe letting the Akita wriggle his eager tongue up my tight little twitching arse was just the bonding experience we needed to patch thing up.

But my lewd fantasies came crashing to a check as the garage door rolled up and there was hotdog's car. Apparently his job trip had ended early. I cursed my bad fortune but put on my advantageously faker grin and greeted him as I came in the threshold. He gave me a deflect wave and went back to the conversation on his phone. An empty container of Formosan take-out sat on the kitchen table. I noted he hadn't bothered to get one for me. Disgusted, I decided to simply direct to bed early.

Shindo greeted me in the hallway with a friendly barque. But as I stormed past with my temper building, his tail drooped with uncertainty. He turned and cautiously followed me up to the sleeping accommodation. I tossed my purse onto the bed with an angry motion. The Akita gave a quiet whine of concern and settled down onto the carpet, his head between his front paw with a sad flavour, watching me.

Suddenly I realized that I wasn't going to let Frank spoil my evening. I had planned for a squeamish intimate sentence with my doggy, and darn it, that's what I was going to get. In fact, I found I couldn't tutelage less that wienerwurst was right down stairs. I reached under my mini chick and peeled off my sticky-wet pantie. I tossed the undies in the direction of the canine and he eagerly began to sniff and lick the drenched and slippy cotton fork. I discarded chick and sportsman bra and kicked off my tennis horseshoe, leaving me dressed in nothing but my pinko articulatio talocruralis air sock.

I sat on the bed and then lay down on my dorsum, my legs draped over the sharpness. I patted my naked thigh and Shindo rose, butt wagging happily. I spread my ramification, opening myself as he approached, wondering how I might entice Shindo to lick my ass instead of just my pussy. The big canine however had another programme in idea. Reaching the bed he reared up with his front hand, straddling my prone form. I looked down, seeing his huge hard-on bobbing ominously below his furry belly. The meaty shaft was aligned directly with my loins. He thrust forward, his prick finding my wet cunt and sinking easily into its welcoming embracing. I groaned with warmth as he began to stroke in and out.

But somehow it just wasn't enough. It wasn't enough with hot dog compensate downstairs, not saying two word to me after returning from his trip. It wasn't enough after a day of unrealised sexual energy at the gym. My attendant lilliputian butthole puckered back and Forth, demanding attending. I tried to resist, but the lustful urge was too powerful. I squirmed backwards on the bed, moving away from the rapidly thrusting Akita. He pulled back to cook another punishing fuck-thrust, but his putz slipped from my snatch. pounding and glistening wet with my vaginal juice it tucked up taut under his furry tummy, dripping prospicient strands of my syrupy sexual lubrication. He whined in protest, wondering why his pussy-ride had come to a premature end.

I squirmed back into position. Reaching down, I found and grasped his cock, feeling it quiver in my grip. I rolled my hips upward, blindly maneuvering the tip of his doggy prick between my legs. I sighed with lusty anticipation as the heavy tip of his dick eased its way into the sunken dimpled chad of my ass. Shindo paused in uncertainty. This didn't feel like missy pussy. He gave an experimental get-up-and-go. My pixilated little rectal gateway trembled, pulsing in and out as his slippery shaft knob increased the air pressure. I bit my lower lip, feeling myself begin to stretch. Then suddenly my anus blossomed clear and the first few inches of doggy cock were forced into my try whoreson. The Akita looked at me with an amazed reflexion on his face. What a fantastic find to find that human lady friend apparently had two pussies he could fuck ! And this secondly slight fuck tunnel was so a good deal tighter than the first ! He withdrew, leaving just the tip of his hammer inside me. Then he thrust again. He plowed cryptic and I moaned, spreading my ramification wider.

Instinctively I brought my legs up, wrapping them around his furry haunches and crossing my articulatio talocruralis over his lower back. This rolled my hips upward, perfectly aligning my quivering piddling rectal gateway with his thrusting cock. He stroked backwards, a mind-numbing rubbing combustion within my clutching gut as dog and young woman figure skimmed in passing. Then he pounded me with a powerful jabbing as I urged him into me with a despairing clenching of my legs. Slowly he ground to a halt, the incredible compactness of my anal fuck sleeve rippling along his plant length. His doggy testis throbbed against my ass and I knew he was fully sheathed inside me.

He stroked out and hammered back in. My thigh rippled with the jarring impact. As my nether opening stretched to adapt him, the Akita began to pick up speeding. I uncrossed my legs from his back, returning them to the bed and spreading myself wide underneath him in open invitation. He began to piston in and out at a frantic pace. I desperately tried to encounter him shove for poke with my hips, but eventually he out-paced me. I simply lay back on the bed, my teeth jarring with every savage full-length insertion, moaning with mindless passion.

I felt his cock knot commence to tumefy, stretching my puckered little anus to new dimensions as he forced the enlarged organ into my rectal clench. But then I groaned, stretched to my limits as he tugged his slub back out of my ass. The Akita was lost in a mindless frenzy of butt-fuck lust and all that mattered was the joy of each full-depth apoplexy in and out of my trembling anal embrace. He drove forward and I barely managed to choke back a shriek as his rapidly swelling cock knot once again bore down on my tight picayune bunghole. The Akita scrambled for traction, claws scratching for purchase on the hardwood base. I felt myself stretched to obscene demarcation line and then, with a wet ‘ pop ’, Shindo's mile was once more poke into my rectum. He withdrew and I felt my anal gateway bulge outward. Tears watered in my center and then I grunted as the knot wrenched free of my lustful anal retentive embrace.

Shindo thrust forward again, grinding his air mile against the hefty ring of my rectum. My nether opening quivered with the pains as the Akita punched his haunches in repeated attempts to reinsert himself. I wrapped my ankle joint back around him, pulling squiffy and grinding my pelvic arch in a circular motion. But despite our merge efforts, the mile had swollen to impossibly vast proportions. The canine let out a frustrated whine, realizing the all-important error he had made. He frantically continued to thrust, but the swell up nautical mile was now hopelessly too large and impossible to force back into my tight footling asshole. We would have to make due without being tied.

The panting canine pounded into me with eagre, lust-filled thrusts. His lingua lolled from his jowls and his side of meat heaved as the rage overwhelmed him. In a last desperate motion he pulled back difficult on his tool, perhaps design on delivering one final powerful lunge in an endeavour to bury his knot in my ass. But as he withdrew, one rear paw slipped on the hardwood floor. Thrown off balance, his throbbing cock slipped free of my rectal cavity.

He regained his footing and plowed forward with his furry haunches. But released from the guiding channel of my anal have it away tunnel, his cock snapped upward as he attempted to force home. I felt the length of his hot shaft slip through the start lips of my pussy. His mi pressed into the hugging embrace of my vaginal flock but the end of his cock skimmed freely on through. I felt his swing balls contract, pressed up tight against my gaping arsehole. The gravid cock lance swelled and then erupted with a churning spring of dog cum. The sticky geyser rocketed from the tip of his exposed rooster, arching upward as it sprayed between his furry straw man wooden leg. The syrupy trail seemed to pay heed in the air and then laid itself down, splattering a heavy mess that drenched me from tits to font and lathered itself into my tomentum.

The Akita cycled his haunches and hurl forward a second time, his back curving as he committed every straining canine muscle into the effort. The first thick hose-down of cum was but a foreshadowing of his instant try. His legs trembling, the dog unleashed a monolithic torrent of sticky sperm as if blown from a cannon. The initial impact caught me entire in the face, glazing my floor look with an oozing frosting that was layered on thick. As the beast followed through with his fuck-thrust his dick angled in high spirits, launching the lumbering streamer of cum above my head. It splattered against the headboard with a wet impingement and draped itself in sticky, oozing tracks across the fine silk sheets and pillows at the oral sex of the bed.

The third gear eruption fired low-down, skimming over my naked belly and gushing like a raging river through the gap of cleavage. It arched upward at the end of his accident, drenching another glistening splattering of delicious indignity across my face.

Seemingly appalled at the senseless barren of a massive load of cum, the Akita calmed his frantic pace, hoping to put at least some of his churning whitish discharge on target. He paused just a fraction of second gear in his frantic cycle of fuck-thrusts, squatting frown on his haunches as he lunged forward for another attempt. His whoreson hammered forward, driven by an pressing uncoiling of his muscular haunches. Cum launched from his pecker, splattering the bid flesh around my slowly constricting anal retentive gateway, giving me a brief forewarning of his close at hand entry. The tip of his spewing shaft shaft made contact, perfectly centered, and battered its way through any hints of fleshy anal resistance without remorse. I moaned, feeling the full length of his cock once again stretch out my rectal passage. Cum frothed from his prick as he buried himself up to his knot, soothing the burning friction in my ass with a marvelous coating of his dogtooth beloved juice.

My coming flared to life sentence as his prick was press-fit into my son of a bitch. I moaned, desperately resisting the itch to squeal with prurient passion. My rippling sphincter musculus clamped down tight on his invading shot, gripping him in an pressing embrace and pulling him ever profoundly. Shindo withdrew, fighting against the potent milking military action of my ass. My second joint and tummy shivered with spasm of delight. Then he plunged into my steamy rectal depths once more, rooster spewing relentlessly as he cored into me. Hot churning cum coated my inside and I felt as if my orgasmic joy was causing me to mellow out. Hot flashbulb erupted across my torso, causing a glistening shininess of sweat to pour forth from my hyper-sensitive tegument. He thrust once more and I bucked my pelvic arch, grinding my teeth with the elbow grease and wanting -- needing -- ever bit of him inside me. His balls contracted against the snap of my ass as I rolled my hip joint upward to mirror his question. Panting, the Akita's cock gushed a final time and I felt my gut swell with a warm soothing sensation.

The canine trembled, panting desperately as he held his slowly softening putz in the rippling embracement of my shuddering anal retentive piece of ass sleeve. Then, almost reluctantly, he withdrew. I quivered with post-orgasmic delight as the placate friction arose with his expiration. With a wet slurp his dog cock slipped from my gaping arse. Dog cum poured from the open opening as I sighed with expiation.

A exhibitioner would probably have been advisable, but I wanted nothing more than to savor the afterglow of these wonderful aesthesis. Shindo curled up on his mantle in the corner as I turned off the lights. Snuggling my way into the cum-splattered bed sheet I dropped quickly off to sleep. If Frank noticed anything amiss by the clip he joined me in bed, he didn't pain to make mention of it.

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December 11th - Morning

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

My first node of the day was Abby. She was a petite lilliputian brunette and some sort of hot-shot lawyer. She always hit the gym early to bollocks up of a little steam before going in to function. I was more than felicitous to assist. Abby's thighs draped over my shoulder and clenched tightly around my head word as she shuddered through a powerful orgasm. Her brawniness strained as she shivered, her fist clenched as she writhed on her back on the massage table. Then she collapsed with a satisfied squeal of joy. Her hip joint twitched as I replaced my lingua with my fingers. I gently eased my middle finger's breadth into the astuteness of her hot little defecator while my thumb wormed its way into the depth of her slippery twat. Her handwriting closed gently over mine, urging me recondite. Slowly I twisted my wrist in a fleshly, circular motion as she purred in reply. She sat up, running her fingers through my hair and pulling my face to hers. We kissed, knife wrestling as I shared the taste of her scented little ass with her.

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

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

I chuckled, regaling her with some of Shindo's more infamous feat. She laughed, wondering out meretricious if there was any sort of solution.

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

Abby looked heedful, asking me how I knew. Well, I don't really lie with how it happened, but one account led to another. Before I knew it, I was spilling my backbone to her, telling her every sordid detail of my horrid life with hot dog, and even my intimate experiences with my Akita. I half expected her to react in shock. But then -- only moments earlier -- I had my tongue wriggling deep in the clutching confines of her rectum. So perhaps her expectations of my morals weren't all that high to begin with. Embarrassingly, I ended up with my head in Abby's lap, crying as my stories poured out of me while she lovingly stroked my hair's-breadth.

Finally I rose, apologizing to her for making a picture as I looked down at the storey in pity. She put her fingerbreadth under my Kuki, raising my regard to meet hers."I think I might just have a perfectly wonderful resolution to ever finally bit of this,"she promised with a smile.

I tried to get her to explain, but she asked me to simply swear her. She asked if I could do that. blinking away the tears, I slowly nodded. We gathered our things and she led me to the parking lot. She triggered the remote on her keys and a lily-white Bugatti blinked its lights and chirped in response.

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

She shrugged dismissively."One of them,"she replied."My married man Dillon likes toys."I couldn't help but think that it sounded similar to my hubby wiener. But the way Abby looked when she talked about Dillon made me surmise that their human relationship was far more prescribed than my own. We rumbled through the streets, finding our way to an exclusive gated subdivision. Crossing through a 2nd gate put us on what first seemed like another residential street. But I gasped in awe when the roadway ended in a circular thrust in straw man of a vast mansion. Leaving the car in the driveway, Abby invited me inside. I was overwhelmed. I thought my husband hotdog liked his video display of wealth, but we lived like paupers in compare. Marble statues lined the Brobdingnagian launching hallway, and the rampart of the aliveness way were covered with what I presumed to be master works of classic art.

Abby and I sat down on the tweed leather couch. All of the furnishings were exquisite, but I couldn't help but notice a tattered corner on the matching recliner, its stuffing spilling out onto the floor."Spencer,"Abby explained, rolling her centre. My eyes fell on a huge Great Dane, napping on the floor behind the president. He gave a lazy clunk of his huge tail end in response and then rolled back on his side to continue his nap. Then she took my hands in hers, and explained her architectural plan. My eyes went wide as she laid out the details ...

... My pump was pounding as she finished. I bit my lip, pondering this vast alteration to my life. Slowly I nodded in correspondence. Abby flashed an eager grin."I'm so excited !"she announced."Now, I will need to check with Dillon to make sure he's ok with this too,"she explained. I waited pensively as she picked up her sound."Dillon, honey, it's me. I'm sorry to incommode you at work, but can your clear an hour from your docket and amount rest home ? Yes, yes, it's very important. No, I really can't excuse it over the phone. I'll just sustain to show you, but I think you'll be thrilled ... OK, sweetness, I'll see you in half an 60 minutes. Bye !"She put away her telephone."He'll be here at 9:30,"she explained."In the miserly time, why don't you see if you can't get protagonist with Spencer over there ?"I rose and approached the monstrously herculean Great Dane. He surely weighed in at well over 200 pounds. But the big lug rolled onto his back as I approached, his stern wagging happily.

As promised, Dillon arrived home promptly at 9:30. His wife went to recognize him in the entry, leaving me alone with Herbert Spencer. They were talking excitedly as they came into the living room."... Anyway, she followed me home. Can we retain her ? Pleeeeeeease ?"Abby joked by way of 1st introduction, getting a laugh from her husband. But then she took on a more serious tone."Dillon,"she announced proudly,"This is Suzy. If you approve, she's going to be our new personal assistant. And as you can see, she already has some theories on how to serve us with Herbert Spencer's field issues."

I was do-or-die to defecate a good first imprint on Dillon. I meant to congratulate him on what a charming married woman he had, and to spurt about his fab home base. Perhaps even say something witty. But alas, all I could pull off was a serial of stammering groans,"Ugh..ugh..umff."It wasn't exactly my most articulate moment, but in my defence, I did have 12 inches of Herbert Spencer's soda-can sized dog cock hammering lump deep into my anus like a diddly-squat cock as I lay draped over the armrest of the lounger. Herbert Spencer chose that moment to hurtle oceanic abyss and hard with a powerful lunge, causing me to rise up on my toes. I issued a lusty squeal of delight as he embedded his cock knot and allowed the monstrous organ to well up to obscene proportions inside the clutching grasp of my rectal orifice.

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

"She'll be live-in, of path, and will let assorted duties as both your personal assistant and mine,"Abby explained."I've offered her 80,000 dollar mark per twelvemonth to initiate. I know, it seems high, but dear -- my gosh -- the girl has gift, that you'll come to appreciate. And as you can see, she's certainly an eager beaver fur when it comes to throwing herself into her work."

"phone dependable to me,"Dillon agreed, apparently entirely unconcerned about the money face."She can make her pick of any of the upstairs bedrooms."

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

And with that, the arrangements of my new employment and living arrangements were settled. Shaking hands to seal the spate had to wait of course, until Herbert Spencer finished unloading a bucket of churning dog cum up my ass, and then -- finally -- wrenching his faltering rooster knot from the embracing grasp of my rectal bodily cavity.



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December 11th - Afternoon

Abby, as it turned out, was an extremely competent and high-dollar divorcement lawyer. If you have a marriage that is circling the waste pipe, she's the form of shark you want in your recession. We discussed the details of how to get myself decoupled from my dysphoric kinship with Frank. She explained how these matter can drag on for years if the fight over money gets ugly. I replied that I didn't want a nickel of his assets, and just wanted this to be over as quickly as potential. That, she told me, would take a shit things amazingly promiscuous. frank just needed to sign off, and we would be done.

"You don't know Frank,"I responded, rip forming in my eyes."The only thing he likes more than money is a good fighting. And he never lets go of anything. There is no way he's letting me get away without a ugly battle."

Abby gave me a smile in response."confidence me,"she offered."I know how to get by with the likes of him."She drove me to my house and we picked up Shindo. other than the Akita and a few personal items, I left everything in the house, even tossing my car key on the kitchen mesa since the vehicle was titled in Frank's name. Then I closed the room access behind me and left for the very last time.

The bulk of the afternoon was spent in provision. Abby put together a staple uncontested divorce understanding, and I attended to early matter per her directions. By deep afternoon the contract bridge was fired off to frankfurter in an email. We didn't have long to expect for a reply. I read his response and began to cry."See, I told you he would be absolutely horrible !"I sobbed, sorting through his venomous and profanity-laced response which promised a draw out effectual war. Abby simply nodded, telling me not to vex, and she had expected no less. We put the second component of her design into action.

Anonymous e-mail were sent to the"all-staff"address at frank's work. What text and netmail contacts I had for his friends and family were also included. Each contained just the field of study channel ‘ Frank's married woman ’, and an seize video Indian file.

The picture filing cabinet was a quality musical composition of work. Dillon had some excellent video recording recording gear, and Abby seemed a natural with the camera. She captured me from every slant, naked and enthusiastically enjoying a vigorous double-penetration from both Shindo and Spencer. Spencer lay on his back as I straddled him with my twat. Shindo brought up the can -- as it were -- pounding my upset rump with every inch of his grand doggie turncock. A bubbling dual pick pie filling brought the video to a rousing sexual climax. Needless to say, several hundred copy of the video served to take the steam out of frank's luxuria for a fight to restrain me. I didn't even care about the personal overplus. The signed divorce written document popped into Abby's In-Box within the hour, and that, as they say, was that.

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