PROLOGUE

This is the story of a mature woman, Deepti Sinha. She lives in the nifty metropolitan region of Mumbai, India. She comes from a conservative Indian household and married to a disorder businessman through an coiffure marriage, still a unwashed customs duty in Bharat and other body politic in the part. She is a good womanhood, a good wife, and has made it her end to make an environment of heartsease and comfort for her married man. It has been a task that she was predisposed to perform even if the drive seemed under-appreciated.

Deepti is a submissive in personality and nature. The exclusively problem is that she is still unaware of that and wouldn't know what that is or means if she was aware. All she knows is that her function is to please and serve her married man in practically the same way she did when she lived with her parents and syndicate before her arranged spousal relationship. Her lifelike pulsation to please was of elementary importance to the man's crime syndicate in order that he be freed to worry himself only with his rising life history in business. They believed he was a man destined to come through and bring credit to the family.

Deepti was a Virgo at wedding and empathise little of the intimate world or its potential. As it turned out, her husband, Prakash, had as little interest in sexual relations as she had knowledge of it. Unfortunately for Deepti, though, the consummation of their marriage and the early years to take after opened something within her that remained frustratingly unfulfilled by an inattentive husband interested more in his business effort and vice, gambling and drinking, than the substantial appealingness of his wife. And, despite her elusive hints and flirtations, he remained consumed by other things. Being submissive, however, she found it hard, if not impossible, to express her pursuit in exploring sex with him.

After 15 years of a c***dless and sexually thwarting spousal relationship, she began to chew over, fantasize, and imagine what might induce been or might be if … The if was something she was not prosperous with. This floor is the exploration she innocently began and found difficult to control.

Hidden mysterious inside Deepti was a desire and need to satisfy and be satisfied in unsubdivided ways initially, but in not so simpleton style, eventually. But finding the way to fulfil and be satisfied appear impossible to her. inconceivable until her world was opened up before her in a very unexpected way.

CHAPTER TWO

For two days, I lived a daily life of self-recrimination and loathing. For once, I was grateful that Prakash ignored me so I wouldn't have to pretend everything was okay. When you don't interact except for the bleak of communication rally, the expression you put on is of little significance.

A dog. I let a dog lick my body. I was worse than a whore, a hiker, a kasabi. How could I have done that ? What was haywire with me ?

For two days, I didn't think about anything but my shame. For two days, I remained fully dressed. For two solar day, it didn't even occur to me that I had so recently been craving sexual release. For two days I denied my need, my half-crazed desire, my insatiable craving for the intimate going missing from my aliveness for all those years. For two days ….

Then, it started slowly, almost imperceptibly in my brain. The memory 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 sensations were on top of my orgasm. My psyche was confused, befuddled, foggy in the orgasmic United States Department of State of release. It really wasn't my fault. I wasn't to blame. I didn't do anything …

Then, after yet another day, I recognized my go on pauperism, craving for sexual going. That hadn't changed, it still existed. That wasn't my fault or my doing, either. That was Prakash's fault for ignoring me, for thinking and lovingness for his business concerns more than his wife's headache. The craving was still real, still demanding, and they needed to be satisfied. That hadn't changed. I needed a release. I needed stimulant for exit.

When, on another day, the pauperism and cravings were as strong as ever, I again succumbed. After seeing Prakash off to work on, I returned to the sleeping accommodation and undressed completely. I stood in front of the mirror for only a minute, nodded to my rumination, and walked deliberately to the living elbow room window where I stood for five minute. I set the timekeeper because I was shaking terribly and knew I would end it too soon. When the timer on my phone buzzed, I ran into the bedroom, retrieved my dildo and turned it on to a moderate shaking. I stroked the head over my clit and instantly shuddered in reply. It seemed like so yearn since I had stimulated myself. I needed spillage so desperately. I jammed the dildo into my bitch, which was wet and winking for something to be put into it.

It was straightaway. It was very quick. After crushing the dildo into my trap, I turned the nob up to the maximum. I used both hands, one to thrust the surd safe vibrating genus Phallus in and out while the former alternated between my engorged clit and each of my pinchable nipples. My orgasm broke over me with a deafening cry erupting mysterious inside me. My deal only paused, though, as my physical structure shook. I never even took the buzzing dildo from my bitch, only waiting for some strong suit and sentience to return to me. Then, my hands resumed. This time I left the dildo to vibrate as my finger tortured my throbbing clit and I twisted and pinched my nipples. I cried out in pain and erotic flush as my trunk rose to an even cracking orgasm. 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 apartment above or below. I wasn't sure if anyone might be capable to try the scream or not, but a level was easy to concoct. A simple capitulation while rearranging the shelves in the bedroom closet.

As I stood in the bedroom, I saw my reflection in the mirror. I walked directly in front end of it and gazed at my reflection, again. Critically, this time, like a hebdomad ago. I separated my thighs and looked. Not only could I see the lips of my cunt between my legs, but they and the interior of my thigh were wet with my cum and juices. I have heard of cleaning woman who squirt, but I don't think I am not one of them. But, I do leak my juice generously and that is visible now. My nipples are more enounce than before, the stimulation having extended them even more. I use my fingers and gouge them, swipe them, and worm them. It hurts, but I watch my nervus facialis reaction as I do it, then I check out the mammilla. They throb from the abuse and they stand out even further.

I look at my body, my eubstance's reaction, and my thinker is again on cut for the exploration I had set for myself those days before. I look at my body closely as if to see the truth in the skin, pap, tit, and twat. I look up into my own eye and that is where I see it, the truth, the validation, and the purpose. I want it. I need it. I crave it. I want More of what I started. And, in that minute of inspection, of self-examination, I know I am going to go back to the Park. The dog's spit felt heavenly. It felt grand. I am going back to the Park and I will masturbate outside, again. But … if that dog returns …

Despite my determination, I am still working up the face to speculation back to the Mungo Park. I think I have erased the shame of the dog licking me. That recrimination was reflective of my family, Prakash, and what they would feature heaped onto me should such an experience be witnessed and reported. I feel the excitement of the risk, again. The thrill of exposure and the danger it represents renew me and prick me. My sessions of masturbation in the apartment become more shop and vivid. I have used a lot of images and fantasies but none have produced such intense fervor, stimulation, and raw release as now. Now, all my mind can see while the dildo or my finger work at my cunt is the dog licking at my wet and gaping pussy. These effigy, though, don't stop so quickly as it occurred in realness before. These range of a function are of the dog overlapping at my drooling snatch as I lay spread before him, my fingers abusing my tit until he and I bring me to a resplendent orgasm that is replicated on my bed with the dildo. Any longer, those icon, those thought process, have become the craving. It seems completely foolhardy, not careful, 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 spot. I kept telling myself it would give birth to be a coincidence of epic proportions for that dog to be in the same billet and Lapp time as me. I am trying to keep myself from a huge disappointment, but inwardly I am still hoping to experience that event, again. I rationalize that it might use up several visits.

And, I am correct. I return to the Park and my fix. I scan around the field and I am virtually alone. I still hear sounds of people and k**s in the distance, but I am alone in my hidden maculation. I push my jeans and panties down to my ankles to let even better photograph of my wooden leg and I settle down in the dotty grass. I start urgently with my fingers, but then take up a deep breathing space to becalm myself. There is no indigence for rushing through this. The lack of the dog is only one element of the experience. I can still be in nature. Where I lie, I look up to the sky. The upstage auditory sensation of people, the sounds of birds and the city much further in the distance is both calming and titillating. The audio of nature are refreshing and calming ; the sounds of city life and citizenry are stimulating, reminding of what I am doing and where I am doing it.

I reach to the slope for my small packsack and hit the dildo, turning it onto a low setting. I place the end of it directly on my clit, rotating it over and around the nub. A farsighted frisson runs through my body. I hear rustling in the brush or Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree somewhere. I can't help myself. I awkwardly kneel, the dildo protruding from my bitch. I slowly raise my head to scan around. I see cipher, but I was sure I heard something and the something was big. I kneel as straightforward as I can, rising as far as I can without standing. I still don't see anything. Then, it happens, again. A great clangoring through folio. I almost cry out, but I can't. My jeans are around my articulatio talocruralis, I can't relocation, much less escape. When I hear it the next time, I am prepared and my ears trace the phone. It isn't on the ground but up in the air, which means it must be in the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree around me. Then, a large hawk bursts out of a tree diagram about 15 understructure from me. It has something trapped in its claws.

I am shaking from the build-up of adrenaline and the sudden backup of not being found. I collapse to the ground in relief and, in the process, drive the dildo, still in my cunt, deeper into me. This time I do cry out in shock and stimulation. The vibrating headspring was jammed against my neck and the entire toy is nearly jammed inside me but for the foundation. The sensation is beyond anything I have experienced with the device, the buzzing inside me directly on my inside opening to my womb. I shake, my arms limp as my ass is firmly on the ground holding the straits recondite inside me. I climax surd and nightfall to my back, my oculus clenched tightly shut, not a auditory sensation penetrating from the exterior ; the only when auditory sensation is the pounding upsurge of my trice in my ears.

It takes quite a piece for my dead body to convalesce. Or, maybe I just allowed a long time to regain, enjoying the surrounding sounds of nature to slowly income tax return and envelop me as I gazed back up at the blue sky and the speech sound of the city again restoration to me. I am partially bare outdoors and I have just had a magnificent orgasm that took my breath away.

As I casually walk downhill to the path, I am distracted by the feelings still fresh in my mind, even my body. It isn't until I hear a barque that I look up. There coming over another ridge behind the placement I had been was a dog bounding playfully. I stopped to watch, curious if it is the like dog. I couldn't tell from that distance for certain, but it was standardised 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 entail it was with someone. It hits me that the old clip I had the thought the dog looked like a pet, not a stray. It was well cared for and had a collar. I saw nobody that time and didn't this time, either. But, there could have been someone just over the ridge, like the dog seemed to be responding to now.

Again, the next few sidereal day were consumed by the experience in the Park, but also with the sighting of the dog. Maybe the dog being near when I am there isn't"a coincidence of epos proportionality"after all.

It becomes consuming, again. I not only fuck off to the persuasion of the dog, but I stand in battlefront of the mirror, my legs spread as I run my finger over my pussy backtalk where the dog had licked. It is a inadequate relief using my fingers, but I imagine them being the clapper of the dog. I rub intemperate, press on my clit, slipping one and two fingerbreadth inside. As my body moves snug to an sexual climax, I look from my fingers on my snatch to my brass and eyes. I watch as my middle slowly down in the mouth to slits, then open wider and roll back so I see zippo as the coming takes hold of me.

I moved quickly to the livelihood way windowpane and brazenly stood almost against the glass as if I wanted the entire world to see how aroused my torso looked. I was so turned on that my hands rose to take hold of my tits, fondling them and pinching my teat. As my exhilaration began to climb, renewed, one hand slid down my stomach and between my legs. I was lazily stroking my pussy and clitoris when my eyes focused on the Sanjay Gandhi National ballpark in the distance. Somewhere in that Park, a dog might be roaming around. He may be brought to the Park by someone, but he has some freedom of movement. Whoever is with him doesn't seem to stay so close down that either of the times I have seen the dog have I seen a soul. Of course, the next meter might be dissimilar. It was another risk. But, trying to come across up with one of the ramble cad that run wild throughout the city and realm would be a far bigger jeopardy. They are wild and brassy and irregular, even dangerous. Not only would there be the same risk of being seen with it, but many are said to persuade rabies and other diseases. It is rumored that some are even turning a bluish colouration from toxins they have come into contact with.

I returned to the ballpark even more committed. As I began my climbing up the incline from the itinerary, I saw a dog, maybe the same dog by the appearance, sitting at the ridgeline a footling further past my concealment spot. As I climbed up to the Sami location I had used past fourth dimension, it's impossible to view my foothold and the dog. When I stopped to depend, the dog was gone. When I reach my spot 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 clock time I decided to add to my experience of flexibility and risk of infection by removing my shoes, jeans, and panties completely. I was standing in my covered locating, peeking through the offset and over them, looking down at the path below and the surrounding expanse around me. Seeing nothing that raised any vexation, and no dog, I unsnapped my denim and lowered the slide fastener. I pried off my shoes and, with a concluding look around, push both my blue jean and pantie over my hip and down my legs.

I had become entangled in my own clothes somehow. Something I do routinely had suddenly become complicated. My skinny jeans and step-in were bound up around my ankles. I bent over to push harder to get them over my human foot when I should have sat down and pulled the ending of the dungaree stage over my feet. Instead, I am doubled over, my ass sticking up with my hands at my ankles and feet working at the cloth bundled in an unyielding mess.

When I felt something wet microscope slide over my ass, my mind attempted to switch from the trouble of my clothes to the opinion behind me. The second swipe of wetness caught me between my second joint and covered the length of my cunt. My mind reacted in surprise, fear, and joy all at the Sami instant. I thought I was alone. I even looked specifically for the dog. Suddenly, as if he were a ghost that didn't make any sound, he was licking my ass and snatch. I stumbled forward, falling and landing on the background, rolling onto my back.

I looked down along my torso to see the dog sitting at my Byzantine feet. Again, it seemed like the same dog with the same well cared for and well-trained behaviour. I could see a ribbon hanging from the dog collar, but I couldn't make out what it said. This was definitely a pet and it didn't have the look of a pet who was lost. I struggled to my knees and looked around the area, again. If this was a pet, its possessor might be nearby. Or, perhaps the owner brought the dog out here to run and chase coney and such and was trained well enough for it to return on its own. The regulation explicitly required all dogs to be on a three, but that was only a normal and people flaunted linguistic rule all the time.

I was leaning forward to peer through some offset when the dog did it, again. His wet schnozzle bumped into my spread thigh and the tactile property, more than the bump, caused me to fall forward, again. This time I fell through some branches and the strait was unmistakable. That, of course, meant I had to scan around the country all over, again.

When I settled back down on my butt, 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 sheath with a reddish tip poking out. The colouring material was only the first thing that seemed different about it. My just experience with cocks was Prakash and that peg down experience and premature oddity became evident here. I didn't know the dog's cock would be different, but it was.

His cock, though, wasn't what I was interested in except for the expiation that the dog was a male. Somehow, it seemed authoritative for the dog to be male if it licked my cunt. It would be later before that thought process would seem significant to me. Why would my pussy being licked by a female dog or human be different ?

I had my opportunity in forepart of me, sitting quietly, patiently. And, there I was, my blue jean and step-in down at my mortise joint, my skid off to the side. And, I was outside where I wanted to be. I leaned forward, trying not to do anything that might fright the dog, and pulled the jeans from my groundwork, then the panties. I piled them future to my shoes and chuck my thigh as the sole way I could think of to attract the dog. I added,"here, boy ”, and to my continued surprise and delight, the dog moved forward. If I was going to let this dog get personal with me, I wanted to get to fuck him just a niggling, anyway. The laurel wreath on his collar read,"Sheru ”, a Golden Retriever. His fur was well groomed despite what he picked up chasing through the light touch. The figure Sheru means Lion or Panthera tigris and given my setting, the name fit with the danger I was feeling.

I poked my head up and looked around, once more. It wasn't that I heard anything causing alarm or concerned, it was just nervousness. I was about to do what I had dreamed about since the last scary brush.

With my hired hand on the side of his head,"Sheru, I want to be your special friend and I want you to do something very special for me. I am sure as shooting, 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 centre of the dog."What in the world am I doing ? I'm talking to you as if you are going to understand. I'm spooky, Sheru. The talking is for my own nerves."

I leaned forward and his tongue came out quickly and licked my grimace from my Kuki, over my sass, and to my olfactory organ. I giggled. Maybe he understood more than I gave him credit for. I took a cryptical intimation and lay back to the earth. He was between my legs and I spread them further. This was strange for me, too. I had never had anyone, or affair, 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 like time not believing I was about to do this.

On my book binding with my legs wide open, I closed my eyes, and silently prayed I would not be attacked or mauled in the process of whatever happened succeeding. I lifted my genu 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 snout 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 heading still up, I watched with turmoil and unbelief. His snout was right there. I felt the air he expelled from his nose over my snatch lips. It sent a tingle through my body despite the affectionateness of the day. I put my headspring back and moaned at the sensation, but when his tongue came out and licked the entire length of my cunt, I groaned and moaned over and over as his knife greedily lapped at my sex, which I was surely was leaking fluids and providing him with more incentive for licking.

I was quickly beside myself with the sense impression and emotions crashing through me. I was outside ; I was being licked by a dog ; I was nearly defenseless outside ; my naked and exposed sex was spread out ; I could hear the aeroplane above, see the airplane ; I could hear the birds nearby, the faint hum of dealings on the expressway near the Park ; I was outside. My consistence was rising to an climax ! Outside ! By a dog ! A dog was the commencement male of any sort to work out my puss. And, it was wonderful.

I wanted more. I wanted it to never end. I pulled my knees up to my chest, pushing my knees to the face, completely and vulgarly exposing my bitch to the thirsty tongue of the dog. I never felt so promiscuous, so vulnerable, so exposed, so at risk … and I never wanted it to end.

But it was about to. My orgasm was rising to an incredible tallness. I felt like I might blow up from my twat outward. I clawed at my tee-shirt and bra, my fingers struggling to get underneath to comminute my nipples, to cabbage them, and to twist them. The pain was toothsome and added to the rising virtuoso from the tongue, that wonderful tongue. Then, it happened. My legs started shaking and flexing like wings of a struggling grounded bird. When my sexual climax crashed over me, I thrust my hips into the air as if that legal action might somehow create a more intense contact with the tongue.

I remembered hearing a cry but it was import before it dawned on me that the cry came from me. When that dawning settled on me, I scrambled from the dog to find my jeans and shoe. I quickly got dressed, tying my shoes before fully pulling my jean up. I stood and looked around nervously as I fastened the snap and zipper. I smoothed my hair and brushed the grass, leaves, and dirt from my clothes as best I could. I looked around again, then exited my dapple, worried that someone might cause heard the cry and number to investigate.

Not seeing anyone coming, I took respective mystifying breathing time to tranquillize myself as I descended to the path. Then, a whistling, a loud and demanding whistle, carried through the air and the dog, Sheru, went bounding eminent up the hill. Oh, no … the dog did make out with soul !

CHAPTER THREE :

Again, the after-experience of what happened in the Park consumes my universe in respective elbow room. Not the least is the overwhelming centripetal effect that exceeded anything my imaging could anticipate. But, close behind those emotions was the chilling awareness that the dog was not there alone, that his owner had been nearby.

In short, the experience was EVERYTHING I could have hoped for at the time ! I achieved a mind-shattering, body-shaking orgasm that wasn't self-induced. In fact, it was the best, most acute, stunning, and consuming orgasm of my life history. And, something I had never experienced, I was the fillet of sole attention of a male while having any form of sex. The dog … a dog ! … was the first Male to fully focus his travail on giving me sexual pleasure. Whether, in reality, the dog was really focused on an crusade of giving me an orgasm or merely enjoying the olfactory property and escape coming from my cunt, the result was the same. The dog gave to me without the condition that I was expected to give to him in any way or form. My totally experience previously had been the dutiful travail of marriage for the production of a house. The approximation of sex merely for its own pleasure, sharing, joy, and devotion had been unknown. A dog showed me what the sex act could be.

But, there was also the chilling force produced by hearing the whistling and seeing Sheru's prompt response. There could be trivial motion that the whistle was intended for Sheru. The take, though, was that the mortal behind the whistle appeared to allow the dog pregnant freedom to wander on his own. The peril of others in the parking lot finding me during any such activity was suddenly minimized by the motion of the mortal who was calling the dog.

I was a woman on ardour, though. That imaginativeness and memory consumed not only every time I masturbated but became increasingly difficult to see any early trend of action in my new twistedly erotic circumstance. I became slightly abusive of my own consistency. Standing before the mirror, it was as if my reflection was taunting me to action as I twisted, pinched, and pulled my pap. I did the Same to my clit, those nubs throbbing from the aggressive attention I gave them while my middle focused on the activity, my middle seeking the oculus of the woman in the mirror as if I was beseeching her to stop. But, it continued and grew in very minuscule steps. I attached clothes pin to my nipples as I shoved the dildo into my cunt. Who knew bother could be so tempt, erotic.

There was nothing to do, I realized, but to experience to a greater extent and I found the increased risk of pic, being found, was increasing the acute desire to do something more.

Something more was the key. I could easily go back to the Park and masturbate and I did. The dog was around, I saw it, but it seemed held back somehow. It even seemed to see me, but it never came. I saw it look at me, directly at me, then backward, back and Forth before running away from me. It sent chill down me that day when I questioned if the dog's proprietor was keeping it from coming to me. Did the owner know I was there or was it merely a happenstance of timing ? And, if it was timing, then the dog might descend to me and the owner come shortly after. The persuasion sent a chill through me. It also excited me. It also worried me. I was becoming so impoverished of release and experience. It was seeming like a spiral of motivation and craving, the end of which I didn't understand.

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

I went outside wearing a sari and focused on where I might walk, sit, passing play shops, etc. I watched myself in windows of shop class and any mirror I might find inside shops. Wearing a saree in India is common and natural. There is no more thought to it than wearing a dress in westerly land. A saree, though, is not anything like a dress.

The Saree is essentially wrapping a length of material around your soundbox. Normally, the wrapping is over a form-fitting top, which is over a bra. Below, a petticoat over pantie is fall apart. In a convention coating, wearing both top and petticoat, you hold the saree inner end with the result manus, making sure as shooting the rear is at storey level, tucking the top border into the petticoat. The saree is passed around the presence while maintaining the Sami meridian to the level. Keeping the top sharpness horizontal surface, tucking a trivial into the petticoat to keep the saree firmly in place. Pleats are formed by folding from the right and tucking the border. Tucking the plait into the petticoat, the pleats should return straight. Then, bringing around the saree, holding it to the right field and passing it to the left hand, arranging the perimeter evenly. Then d**** it over your left shoulder allowing the end piece to fall casually.

It is often, if not generally, worn with a unsheathed mid-drift. I studied it in the mirror. The way it is endure and bent, it must be worn with a top because of how it hangs and d****s. Below, however, from the waist down, the body is covered, with or without a petticoat. I was curious, though, about farting. I retrieved a floor fan and arranged it near the mirror. I took the saree off and removed the petticoat. How do I do the tuck without a half-slip ? Perhaps by just using a thinly knock ? I put a thin belt at my hip joint, then put the sari back on. It takes several min and I was careful to make the tucks secure each sentence. Having tuck give way without a petticoat would be most hinder. Once completed, I turned the fan on at a low speed to test a normal jazz stop number in the streets due to wind and truck and machine. As I turned, it was possible for the folding to rise up when the air caught it just right. I found, though, that for my ass to fully show, I needed to take the fold by hand and pull it across the rear of my wooden leg. It was an elaborate effort, but it was possible to do and it involved respective jeopardy depending on the tucks, the security of the belt, the steer, and the material.

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

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

I knew where I wanted to take the air. It was very populated with old and Brigham Young and quite an meddling. It would be sodding. I live in the Sunder Nagar district which is bordered by New Link route to the due west and Swami Vivekanand Road to the east and Goregaon - Mulund Link road to the due south. Between these is a district known for educational institutes including schoolhouse and colleges.

Sunder Nagar is mostly Hindu ( 75 % ) and the rest is mainly Muslim. There are bakehouse and other workshop in the area. I intend to focus my walk along Sunder Nagar Road past many shop, a school, and several colleges with my goal being the Sunder Nagar Garden. This is a heavy putting surface place with activities for all historic period. A resort area for young c***dren and class and football game, cricket, and badminton earth for adolescent and young men ( mostly ). There is a walking track of 600 meters.

When I exited the construction, I was immediately hit with the feeling of exposure. Whether or not I was mattered little. The mass who looked my way as I merged onto the walk I was convinced were seeing through my sari below my waist. The further I walked, the more well-situated I started becoming as I found the people coming toward me were not staring transfixed at my groin. But, the masses behind me became my vexation. I noticed that even I tended to discover the backs of mass because your options are restricted when surrounded by others.

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

I walked the entire Sunder Nagar Garden flat coat and spent virtually of my sentence away from the kin area, just in guinea pig. There was a grouping of young men playing football and others standing along the incline watching. I surveyed the region and chose a place away from the activity but near enough to be watching. I looked around to determine where people were, then reached behind and pulled the saree sheepfold across the spinal column of my legs to expose my ass and branch. I felt the air relocation over my bare tegument and it felt so prankish. It was what I felt at Sanjay Gandhi Park, but this was a dwell, busy area. I quickly dropped the folds back in situation, fussing with it to be sure it had fallen completely.

I was literally dripping when I returned to the flat. I knew, someday, I would take the chance to do much more. How I would roll in the hay to be naked under a semi-sheer saree. But, I could never do such a thing. I had enjoyed it so much and continued for so long that I was running out of clock time for having dinner party cook when Prakash returned from piece of work. He was meticulous in his timing, always where he intended to be when he intended to be there. He insisted his life story run a set and preset course of action and agenda. To him it was everything. I was realizing how stifling it was for me. I was feeling Sir Thomas More and more stifled by this spirit and existence. I had this personal expectation to serve, but there was less and less to move over. My life was becoming an endless repeat of mundane duties. The entirely things he wished from me was Captain Cook, plumb, and allow for a restive environment for him when he returned from his oeuvre. My newfound erotic cravings were making this existence seem lupus erythematosus and less tolerable. I also knew, though, there was naught to be done about it. It was my life. It was the life I was given to experience, to serve my husband. If I somehow managed to find former pleasance, no issue how thrilling and engaging they might be, I had little real alternative in life than the billet I had.

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

I was shocked by what I found on the cyberspace. I searched for information on dog rooster and found plentitude of that. I found scientific info about the norm of turncock based on breed and size and alike information about human male that included comparisons based on ethnicity. There were dog turncock every bit as big as the average size of men. But, as I found just by looking at the tip of Sheru in the Park, the bod and map of dog stopcock were very different. Not the to the lowest degree of the difference was a bulbous organization at the base of the rooster that was alike to a Lucille Ball. I was intrigued that it was an evolutionary endeavour to improve insemination of the distaff dog by locking the two together when the mile had swelled inside the female.

I sat back and looked at the pictures of the dog dick, my focal point continually diverted to the knot. I wondered if that mile wasn't painful. My wonder led to a modification of the search. I was odd if there was anything showing dogs fucking and possibly with a homo woman. I don't make love how I could be surprised by anything I found on the cyberspace, anymore. There were pages of search outcome. I found pictures of women penetrated by dogs, their cunts distended by the knot inside. I went to remember my dildo, turning it to a gamy setting, and inserting it into my own puss before continuing my review on the computer.

My succeeding venture of ‘ enquiry'turned to videos. The fucking of blackguard was crazy and frantic. Many seemed to require some service at some point as the dog seemed to have a hard time penetrating the woman and staying on her. I went back to hunt for that dubiousness. I found that dog initiated penetration with little or no exposure of their peter from the case. virtually of their erection normally occurred during penetration and early shag. Then, the knot eventually formed with increased blood flow and they were locked together before his climax.

The most intriguing exposure and videos to me were the single capturing the naut mi inside the woman's twat, then the gaping hole in her after the dog finally pulled out. The videos showing the volume of cum streaming out was surprising. I happened on a iteration telecasting of the mi 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 orgasm in front of the laptop.

I quickly looked at the clock on the lower right of the cover, then relaxed as I found plenty of prison term. I walked to the large window and stood before it, my fingerbreadth casually exploring my wet and very pliant snatch brim and opening after the nice orgasm. I squeezed my nipples with the early deal as my heart rose to the Sanjay Mahatma Gandhi national Park in the space. I had one extended experience with a dog. Only one. I hadn't been able to get it out of my read/write head since. I wanted that experience, again. The same experience, even with the recognition of the risk that there was an owner in the domain somewhere. Now, though, the craving had morphed into something much more, more imply, more raunchy, more brutal, and more life-threatening. Being seen masturbating would be bad. Being seen licked by a dog would be worse. But, being seen fucked by a dog ? Yet, each footprint in my imagining sent my eye racing, my breath was taken away, and my cunt dripping.

Could I allow myself to be fucked by the dog ? His cock tip was showing. He must stimulate had some identification of the position 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 grayback, it could be managed. If I could avoid being tied to the dog, it could be like being licked. Then, the hazard wouldn't be any greater.

As I stood before the boastfully window, my fingers idly touching my nipples and cunt back talk, I thought about the pictures and picture I had seen on the estimator screen. The knots seemed so large compared to the cocks, how did they penetrate ? But, if they can manage it to a dog bitch, it can certainly go on to a woman. That was obvious based on the picture and pictures. Could I do this new affair ? It's one thing to masturbate and it's another to let a dog lick you. What about letting a dog mount you, fuck you ? Could I do that ? Could I do that out there, in the open, almost ?

Again, I really didn't motion where my resolve would leave me. It was almost like I was on some kind of path that I didn't know where it would lead, but I knew I couldn't get off, either, even if I wanted to get off. And, I wasn't sure I would need to. I had been ignored for so long, frustrated for so long. What was happening to me now was beyond my imaginings and fantasies. At times, it was almost like I didn't care what might chance to me, but it did matter and I did care. I had to manage. I would have nothing if …

I ambled along the path and pretended interest in the sights to allow the other masses who had been surrounding me to travel ahead and around the bend in the path. This seemed to be an unusually interfering day in the Park. I hadn't noticed anything special about the day, but something must be bringing the crew out. Maybe, it might just receive been the beautiful day. A violent storm had gone through the night before leaving clear skies and air that seemed somehow tonic, which isn't normal for a metropolis with this many people, traffic, and industry.

When I decided it was rubber to move off the track and not soak up attention, I started up the slope, scanning the hillside in front 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 greeting than a series of barks indicating a playful exercise. I stopped, looked up, and watched as the dog came bounding along the hillside. Interesting to me that it wasn't coming directly toward me or searching the ground as it might if searching for a glob or stick thrown, but it seemed to head in the universal direction of the location of our previous meetings.

I wasn't certainly if that was rational, but I hurried my pace while I scanned around me with particular proposition tending to the area the dog had come from, half expecting to get a homo following at a distance in hunt of his pet.

I stood just outside the cluster of brushwood and pocket-size tree that created my protect infinite. I continued to scan above and below for anyone else walking off the path. As I was, the dog ambled to me, stopping 20 substructure in front of me. When I glanced down, I found him patiently sitting as if awaiting my centering. It was the same dog. I didn't even need to front closely at his decoration gently swaying beneath his arrest, the reflection of sun glinting off the lustrous alloy. I found myself relieved it was the Saame dog and anxious at the same meter. The relief came from a tactual sensation of with child closeness. The jitteriness came from a sense of pushing my chance with double confrontation with the Lapplander a****l that had to be in the Park with an proprietor who had to be somewhere in the worldwide area. Even if this proprietor was trusting and tolerant enough to allow the dog considerable free-rein to cast and chase, which sentence would he bump upon to travel along close by ?

I pushed that thought aside, however. These showdown with the dog had become something I could no longer logically explain or rationalize. I felt as though my life had changed into a mundane, subroutine, and rote existence that had no other meaning then filling the clip space between the experiences I devised for myself, experiences that had an increased risk but also reward. My dull and ordinary bicycle life seemed to be now careening down a mountain route of acute bender and switchbacks while my brake system were slowly leaking fluid and the ability to keep in line my stock. As frightening as the danger was, the feeling of exhilaration and being alive was greater.

When I moved into the midst of the increase, Sheru followed behind me. I knelt in forepart of him and he licked my look playfully. I giggled at the feeling of him covering my face. The impression coming over me wasn't that of a playful pet giving lap but of a male kissing me. It was in my head and I knew that, but it had been so prospicient since I had received bore aid my mind made the parachuting of acceptance immediately.

Without any more concern about my surrounds or the act I was about to seek to execute, I reached under the dog and stroked his belly. When I touched his cocktail dress, which was my destination, I think I flinched as lots as the dog did. He stood briefly but sat back in the same spot he had been, apparently will to have these forward motion from me. Then, I thought maybe I could make my purpose a little more obvious even to a dog. I sat back, removed my brake shoe and socks, then stood and pushed my jeans and step-in off my rosehip and down my pegleg. He sniffed at me when I stood in front of him. When I spread my legs, his snout moved between my thigh sniffing before his knife shaft out and licked me, again. I shivered from the touch. The hint I had one fourth dimension considered so steep and decadent was now only a preliminary examination for much more.

I knelt adjacent to him, my hand returning to his belly. When my fingers again found his case, his head moved to me, his tongue imbrication at my face. I giggled. Not only did I happen upon a willing male person, 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 fun during the throttle sex we had. As my digit stroked his bare, exposed stopcock, 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 manus up to my face and licked it liberally, then let the dog lap it, and I returned to touching his queer pecker. I could feel a fluid coming from the tip and smeared it over my fingers. I moved the dog to the primer so I could see what I was doing to him and what gist I was having. I was surprised to see how much cock was now exposed. I could also see more runny forming at the tip of his turncock. The more I smeared over my fingers and transferred to his rooster, the more fluid formed. It was truly an interesting organ for my inexperienced mind to behold. A narrow down tip that grew thicker and narrowing slightly toward the sheath.

With him on the soil, I moved to his rostrum, my articulatio genus positioned on either position of it. He was immediately mindful and reached forward to lap at my drooling cunt. Cunt. Using that Holy Writ before was so root word and effete. Now, a dog lapping at it after I had been fingering his cock, cunt seemed to be the perfect Logos for it, maybe for me, especially if I continued along the centering I was headed.

I looked down at him, then listened intently around me. I rose as high as I could while remaining on my knees. I neither saw nor heard anyone around me. It was now or back out. This was too much. I couldn't back out now ! I had to see what it was like.

I moved to my bridge player and knees like I had seen on the internet. The dog came up behind me, licked at my cunt and ass several times, then he seemed to take over. He jumped onto my back, his front ramification going around my waist. The feeling of fur on my lower back was sensuous. The low gear twinge of his cock at my butt woke me up and reminded me of how haywire and aright this was. A dog was on my back and he was probing with his stopcock to bump my cunt opening. He probed and probed. His rooster was striking my butt cheeks and around my cunt. The pointy, bony cock hurt after a few stabs. He released me and I felt as frustrated as he sounded as he walked around me before he remounted me. This time I tried something different. He was extended out of his sheath. I watched with enchantment as his extended cock bobbed beneath him as he walked around me. All he needed was to fall into place me, then I was surely we would be good.

I reached back, first around my hip but that was too awkward. I shifted my hand between my thigh, felt his cock stabbing at me, felt it glimpse off my palm and hit me near my cunt. I shifted my hand up slightly and the future stabbing slid over my palm and into my hatchway. I pressed back against him and he used his front pegleg to pull me back and himself forward, driving his putz deep into me. I reached back to hold his hind leg, just for a consequence, in case.

It was delirious ! A prick ! I had a cock inside me, again ! It felt howling and gravel and perfect and decadent. I felt everything he did to me. He relaxed his forepart legs slightly, moved forward and took me firmly with his legs, again. His fucking was like naught I had experience. True, my experience was fringy, but nothing I imagined gear up me for the attack of fucking I received. I gasped and moaned in a continuous chorus of muted phone, barely maintaining some sentience of my surround and circumstance.

I felt something battering against my cunt on the exterior, pressing against my back talk and opening, pressing and stretching my possibility. For import, I was too consumed by the experience to connect what was happening. When it did, I tried pulling away from the a****l, fearing the knot entering me, but his peg around my waistline held me in station. I was just a kick 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 hammer inside me. He was stabbing me, rubbing along my cunt walls, penetrating me deeper than I had been fucked before by my husband. My dead body reacted the only way it could with all the arousal, a****listic nature of the act, and my intellect's overdrive of conflicting feelings. I orgasmed !

One instant my entire consistence volley into bliss, excitement, and ecstasy. The adjacent moment that nut of flesh on the base of Sheru's pecker was inside my pussy. My climax must have loosened my chess opening, eliminated just enough underground. His turncock drove suddenly profoundly inside me. The greyback felt monumental inside me, filling me more completely. His cock was still driving at me, but the grayback restricted his bm. I forgot about the ramification of the grayback and only focused on what was happening inside me. The cock and slub were both growing, swelling. He pulled back against my porta to hurtle further into me, but the Calidris canutus restricted him. Instead, something unexpected and unidentified happened. The Calidris canutus pressed against me inside, somewhere inside me and behind my button. Whatever it was, the insistence was electric car and intense, jolts of fiery erotic arousal coursing from my cunt into my consistency. I felt it on my clit, in my pap, and sent chills and goosebumps up my neck opening and into my scalp.

I was crashing into another orgasm when I felt his putz inside jerk and pulse violently. The side by side sensation was my cunt being washed in warm spurts of dog cum. I cried out. I couldn't avail it. I didn't want to or intend to, but my mouth joined the rest of my dead body in joyous release.

As my body descended from the orgasmic bloom previously unconquered, my judgement 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 psyche replayed the videos I had seen. The women were stuck to the dog for consequence, maybe many. How was I to hump ? The telecasting were snippets of natural action only. Suddenly, my ears take heed sounds everywhere around me. The low sound of a leafage in the idle words against the twig was some person crashing through the brush concealing me.

The dog whimpered as he tugged to free himself. He had done something I thought should be impossible. He raised his leg over me and was now standing facing the diametric direction. We were ass-to-ass. I had seen it in telecasting, but somehow it didn't seem so pregnant then. I didn't understand. I hadn't seen how the dog got into that position, only that he was. He pulled and I could feel my cunt pull away from my body. I gasped and shuddered. That same aesthesis was happening, again. The naut mi was pressing on that spot. I raised my hip joint up and the knot jammed against that spot inside me with special impression. I realized I could cum all over again. I shivered at the view. Twice, already, I have climaxed and I was thinking of doing so, again ? Yes, I was ! It felt so delicious, so obscene, so … decadent. A dog had just fucked me !

After another low climax, the knot seemed to stretch out my brim and opening to escape. I fell to the ground and the dog lay near me and started licking his peter. I slipped my arm under my face and watched. I watched his tongue, the like tongue that had pleasured me, lick his own cock clean.

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

book binding at home, 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 particular as if I were watching it chance to someone else. At Nox, I dream about it and feared that my sounds might alert Prakash to something unusual.

Standing in movement of the mirror, again, naked and delirious. When I stripped away the terror of the risk of infection I took, what remained was the retention, the spirit of being fucked … finally, fucked. The spirit come back with furious recognition and chilling excitement. New thinking scrap for consideration. Pushing aside the ever-present terror and awe for brief moments, the desire to relive those feelings come rushing in. In those moments, surrounded by the fear, was the recognition of fulfillment. Fulfillment of needs 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 substantial me, the me that demands to be released. And, that figure of speech is taunting me, challenging me, daring me. Her nipples are extended, even for her. I spread my branch for her to show me the slit that enjoyed the dog. She smiles at me as her legs gap. I see her cunt mouth as plain as her nipples standing out lofty and pleading to be touched. I see her motility a mitt to a nipple, pinching it and smiling at me as she does it.

I looked at her in the mirror."trollop ”."Bitch ”."Dog-bitch !"I looked at her side. Rather than be humiliated and ashamed, though, she smiled back at me. I try again,"face at your cunt rim showing there, begging to be seen and used. You liked the dog parting those back talk, didn't you ? You liked being a gripe for that dog."She only smiled back at me. Her middle shined with agitation at the memory.

I look into her eyes. I smiled at her and nodded my read/write 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 release and pleasure !"

CHAPTER FOUR :

I returned to the common a couple more clock time, skipping a day mediate visit so as not to arouse hunch from anyone, especially Prakash, if he should notice. The dog wasn't there. One day I spotted a stray dog in the distance, but after Sheru I didn't want to gamble on my rubber with a stray.

On the 3rd visit, as I climbed up the slope from the path, I spotted a dog in the same location where I had seen Sheru arrive before. This dog wasn't Sheru, however. This was a German sheepherder, but it acted much the same way Sheru had. This dog came over the ridge, saw me and stopped. He seemed to take care back at something and turned back to me. I took a chance on calling to it since despite not being Sheru it didn't look like a stray. I bent over and clapped my hired man together, then patted my thighs hoping it would take those actions as indicators of my calling him. I didn't want to verbally shout out to him for reverence of drawing attention to me and my location.

As the dog trotted toward me, then moved faster as I continued to boost him, I looked around to verify that I was still alone and not being watched, then stepped back into the brush and trees. The dog stopped outside, then followed the narrow-minded way I had created into my concealment location, his tail wagging furiously.

I knelt on the ground and offered him the back of my paw. His sniffed it and allowed me to scratch his ear. Despite being a little intimidated by German sheepman, this dog had an affectionate and playful temperament. Reassured by his attitude, I looked closer at him and found he had the same collar as Sheru's. The palm hanging from it read,"Balaji ”, which I knew meant strong. Looking at the a****l, I had no doubts about that.

As I rubbed his neck, I felt something attached to the neckband. I stood and looked at the aim to find what looked like a flash cellphone. But what would a dog be doing with a cell phone ? I was still stroking the heading and cervix of the dog when I heard the phone start buzzing. I took it off the taking into custody and opened it to notice a text substance had arrived. I open the messenger.

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

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

‘ An admirer, only.'

‘ What do you desire ?'

‘ zero. 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 bushes with you. You have enjoyed him, haven't you ?'

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

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

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

I burst out of the shrub and sprinted down the slope to the track. I was still running when I arrived at the start of the track. When I stopped to catch my breathing time and compose myself, I realized the phone had buzzed several times. I opened it, again, finding a series of other textual matter messages. I quickly shut the sound, jammed it into a plunk for pocket of my jeans and left the Park.

I buried the earphone in one of my shoes in the back of my wardrobe. I ignored it for the rest of the day and night. I had to settle what I wanted to do. Did I need to plan now for the worst ? What could I possibly plan ? If I was exposed, I would be exposed. What possible account or write up could I hatch to explain away such a revelation ?

I fretted all through dinner, the evening and throughout the Night. I tossed and turned, getting minuscule sleep as my intellect imagined all variety of possible action, all bad. All through the play along day, evening, and Night, it was only marginally better. The day after I began thinking the person on the other phone might not have meant trauma to me, after all. Then, another dreadful thinking came to me. He had purchased both phones. Couldn't he use the inbuilt GPS to tag the telephone set I had ? How did that work ? Was that function he could bring off or did he involve to go through the cellular phone service to get that data ?

I retrieved the speech sound from my hiding spot in the closet. I powered it up and looked at the text messages from before. I was struck by his terminal text : I told you, nothing. I don't know who you are and won't try to find out. My merely pastime is in trying to help you.

It was the last one sent before I shut the earpiece off. The former texts he sent were enquiring if I was still there. Obviously, I wasn't. I sat down to think this through. All those clash were with his frank and he had been cognisant of it and continued to bring his dogs for me to find. Never had he approached or intruded. If he was there somewhere, he was a long way off. He never was close enough to see into the bushy area where I was and was never visibly shut 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 mean by ‘ my only interest is in trying to help oneself you'?

I prepared a text message and sent it. ‘ What did you have in mind you only want to try to help me ?'I was expecting there would be a delay to get a reply since I had waited several sidereal day. Instead, the phone buzzed almost instantly.

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

‘ Why are you doing this ?'

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

‘ The first meter when I shrieked ?'

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

‘ What did you think might be happening ?'

‘ I wasn't sure at first, but when he returned to me, his tool was exposed some. The next metre 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 comeback. 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 dialogue, like it was flipping a switch inside me. Before I knew what I was doing, my digit were flying over the little keys.

‘ He fucked me. Your dog fucked me.'

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

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

‘ But ?'

‘ I orgasmed and the Calidris canutus 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 mortal came along.'There was another electronic quiet and I wondered if the connecter was broken.

‘ Can you come to the Park tomorrow, 11:00 AM ? I will bring Balaji. I think you will care him, too.'

He's setting me up for a tryst with his dog ! I remembered the content,"I can aid you."Am I crazy ? But, even he can assure I need this, desire it, starve it. The fiddling bit he has witnessed, he understands me.

‘ Yes. 11:00.'

I shut the phone and powered it off. My work force were shaking. I put the phone inside my running brake shoe I would be wearing tomorrow. Now I have someone pimping his dogs to me ? I walked to the mirror in the bedroom and removed my clothes. I looked into the eyes of my image.

"He's sending his dogs to you to enjoy. He's sending his pawl to you to fuck."I looked down at her bureau to encounter the nipples becoming more tumid, straining outward. I parted my peg and she duplicated the apparent movement. Her sassing 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 effective enough."Her eye were sparkling, her mouth turned into a grin, and her head nodded.

I was giddy when I arrived at the Park and made my way to the positioning within the brush I had been using for my outdoor playing with the dogs. I noticed as I left the main course that my sojourn up the gradient had begun wearing a pass out path into the wild grasses. As I approached the cluster of brush and lowly trees that formed my sequester speckle, I looked up to the ridge above and checked my watch. It was only a few minutes before 11:00 AM. I surveyed around me, checking into the aloofness, and was satisfied there was nonentity else who might wander nearby.

I heard a bark and I looked in the counseling of the audio to find a large dog similar 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 dry land. He was no longer hiding his presence, though he remained at a length that I could not spot his characteristic, therefore, he could not discern mine. Still, though, seeing the man I had been texting sent a thrill through my body as I watched the dog approach. The impact of the variety in the post hit me fully. The dog approaching me belonged to the man up on the hill who had arranged this clip for all of us to be in the Lapplander home. And, the merely reason for that arrangement of fourth dimension was for me to be mounted by his dog. There was no longer any enigma 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 sphere of skirmish and picayune trees. A present moment later, the dog followed me. I was already kneeling when he came right to me. As I stroked his oral sex and neck, I checked his collar and tag. It was the Saame German Shepherd, Balaji. He sat in front of me. I stroked him and, not knowing any early way, used the Saame coming 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 trace along the side of the sheath. He reacted the same as Sheru, a cold-shoulder flinch, but nothing Sir Thomas More. With my face alongside his, I was intent on what my hand was doing underneath him so I was surprised to get a long, wet poke over the side of my look. I turned my typeface directly to him and closed my eyes as he began licking my grimace. It was at that moment that I took hold of his cocktail dress and the cock inside.

The tip of his putz was already poking out and the precum coming from it provided the lubrication I needed to begin stroking his cock as it escaped the protective covering of the sheath. In mo, there was enough stopcock exposed I felt it was good. I stood in front of the dog and opened my jeans. I pried off my running shoes, then pushed my jeans and panties down my legs. Strange how doing this in front line of the dog caused a self-conscious impression as if he were a someone who might approximate or survey what I was showing him. I don't think he was, but he seemed to be appreciating what was happening because his cock grew from the sheath another in or so.

Naked now below the waist, I went to my hands and stifle in front of him. As I could bear predicted with even my fix experience, his tongue first went to my puss and ass, licking me several times. It felt grand, the tongue gliding over my wet bitch lips. It took a dog to have aid to my cunt with lips and spit. I giggled at what the dog was volition to do for me that my husband would never moot. I moaned at the sentiment of what was to come shortly and that it took bounder to leave me cock after all these years.

I reached back with a hand to agitate his neb away and pat my ass, hoping to have him wax me. After a few tries, he did, jumping onto my rachis, his furry belly on my bare ass and lower back. I remembered last clock time and slipped a hand between my legs and with a little help from me, he with driving his shaft into my puss with less atrocious stabbing. I gasped loudly at the penetration and followed that with deep moan of satisfaction as the putz quickly began thrusting, the frantic shag that, again, took my breath away.

Balaji was stronger and more aggressive than Sheru had been. It took some getting used to, but it became thrilling and risky. I found all I could do was plant my articulatio genus and hands into the earth and hold myself firm against his onslaught. His prat ft shifted as he attempted to gain considerably foothold and leverage with which to drive his turncock into his new bitch. I pressed back against him, holding a stiff and steadfastly position for him to do it against. And, it was what I became, a beef. I realized my mouth was emitting a firm flow of low, croaky moan, gasps, and groan. I heard nothing but the sounds coming from my sass, the oink and panting from the dog, and the squishing of our sexual union Hammond organ, his cock driving into my wet and drooling slit. If anything was happening outside the brush protection, I had no consciousness of it and, at the moment, I could have cared less.

It was as if all the frustration and penury from the long time of being ignored was being pushed out of my consistence with each unrestrained, frenetic thrust. It wasn't that Sheru hadn't been as good fucking me, but I hadn't been released for him. I was still uneasy, tentative, and self-aware. This clip, I came prepared to release myself, to fully give myself to whatever dog was brought to me. There was no doubt, concern, or wondering about a dog on this visit. I knew there would be a dog. The owner who I was communicating with would have one here for me. I came knowing I was going to have intercourse a dog. And, I was. Gloriously and with abandon.

The greyback was pressing against my porta. Unlike the previous metre when I tried not to be tied, I pressed back against the dog pressing at me. I wanted it all, again. The dog and I worked together, though he was more forceful in his glide slope. He stretched me. The little experience I had was sufficient, though, to interpret what was happening and what was going to happen later. I was like an a****l, myself. I wanted more, all, everything. I teased myself in the mirror of being a squawk, a strumpet. But, the communications with the man, the owner, something snapped afford inside me. Again, something happened, another door opened, and I was going to bucket along through it. What would occur later, would pass. Now, though, now I was going to be thoroughly fucked and tied to Balaji, be his cunt. What was happening to me ? How could I care ? At that second, the knot stretched me adequate to pop into my cunt, filling me, pressing his cock deeper into my cunt.

The dog pulled back to Ezra Loomis Pound into me, but his bm was constricted. The material effect, though, was pressing his slub firmly, roughly against that spot inside me and I exploded. My intact body seemed to oppose. The orgasm shook my limbs, my stomach twitched, my toes curled, my cunt clasped around the cock and knot inside. My scalp tingled and I shivered from my groundwork to my head.

I was no sooner coming down from that explosive orgasm and I felt his cock spasm and tug inside me. I pulled away from him as I felt his cum squirt cryptic inside. I wasn't trying to get away. My consistence, if not my brain, connected to that slur inside me and the knot inside me. I pulled, jamming my hips up, cramming his greyback against that daub. I came, again.

I was lying on my rear, exhausted. I looked to retrieve Balaji off to the side casually licking his cock 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 jean and opened it. There were repeated text from him.

‘ stoppage where you are. Let Balaji come out first. Someone heard you. I will disquiet him.'

Oh, no ! But, then I realized. Not only do I have mortal providing me chase after, but he is watching over me, too. I struggled to drop off my pantie and jeans on. I marveled, again, at the quantity of cum that dogs gave. I put my place on and stretched my caput up to find a man slowly, curiously, stepping off the way of life in my direction. I got Balaji to stand and pushed him through the bushes. As soon as he was visible, I heard a loud whistle from further up the slope and heard Balaji running toward the man as he called loudly to it, scolding it for wandering off. I check in the other direction to happen the queer man watching the dog, then returning to the path.

I hadn't realized I was holding my breath until I expelled it in backup man. catastrophe avoided. And I started giggling.

CHAPTER FIVE :

All the thrilling experiences and emotional shivering of doing them in the Park paled in comparing to the close experience. And, it had little to do with Balaji or Sheru. But, knowing that the man, the possessor of the cad, was there, watching and mindful sent my reactions over the top. It wasn't just that I thought he might be around somewhere ; or, that soul might be suspect by my motility up the mire ; or, someone might get word something unusual. No, it was all of them … in coon. When I got the text warning me about the man on the track 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 possessor, was on the side above waiting and watching, fully aware and encouraging of me being mounted by his dog, was beyond anything else. The ass was marvelous. The emotional reaction to the setting took my orgasmic reaction to another level.

After that experience, the texting messages became more personal. He was emboldened by my expressions of gratitude and my answer to the emboldened commentary became burbling. He asked me how it felt during the fucking by the dogs ; what the knot felt like ; how a lot cum they shot into me. Initially, it was a combination of intrusive and humiliating, but I couldn't stop myself from responding back to him with answers that soon became detailed and expressed the upheaval I had felt.

As I shared in some item about the feeling of the knot stretching my slit to introduce or snuff it, about the flow of dog-cum draining from my cunt after, about the feeling 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 intimate experience must have been extensive that I was venturing into using unusual dogs. When I confessed that I had been mostly naïve and only accidentally fell into eye tooth body process, he became more fascinate and honed his interrogative sentence deeper into my life. Since we were using texting, this process was time-consuming with abbreviated expressions for description.

The weird affair was, after a couple of day of intimate sharing, 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, landing strip naked and sit on the dildo.'

Without even thinking, I stood up, stripped completely and inserted the dildo into my already wet pussy after turning it onto a medium stage setting. When I indicated I had done what he asked, he responded back immediately instructing me to fuck off with it until I orgasmed, then tell him about it. I dropped the telephone and did exactly as he requested without any argument 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 puss, allowing my orgasmic reply to ebb slowly from my consistency. I described to him in detail how it made me feel and how I had used the toy. I told him about taking it out on occasion to entreat the vibrating heading against my engorged clitoris. I told him how I squeezed, pinched, and twisted my nipples while driving the dildo in and out of my overemotional cunt-hole. I told him how my leg shivered as I arched my hips into the air at the moment my orgasm crashed over me, how the electrical tingle coursed from my cunt to my clit, up my stomach to my boob and nipples.

His response indicated how please he was with my compliance and my description. He then told me to be in the Park, the like situation, at 11:00 AM the adjacent day. I noted, with high spirits and excitation, he didn't ask me this sentence. 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 charge. Even by text, it was a mighty 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 prevision with a text sequence prior to my leaving the apartment.

‘ Are you skilled at sucking cock ?'

I gulped at the interrogative. Whose cock would I lactate ? But, I wasn't. I had never touched a cock with my glossa or lips, much less my sassing. I told him so.

‘ Then, it is time for you to try it. I think you are the kind of char who will sleep together having a putz in her backtalk to suck.'

My god ! Where is he taking me ? What does he have in judgement for me ? His message are as if he believes he has ascendancy over me and he knows where he wants to take me and what he wants me to do and be for him. My bitch was drooling at the vista, the brash assumption, the candidness of his approach.

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

I was curious watching the dog bounding to me. How is it all the dogs seem to make out they are intended for me ? I shake the thought and refocus on the dog. I now see it is a Fox Terrier, about 15 inch tall compared to the 24 or 25 inches magniloquent German sheepherder. I wondered why he chose such a small dog this time, then remembered his instruction for me to suck cock. Maybe that was the reason. He was providing a smaller cock since it was my first time. I wasn't sure how I felt about this man who seemed to manipulate and mastermind my intimate interaction. No … I knew how I felt. I felt aroused to the point of possibly soaking my dungaree in the crotch !

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

‘ Don't forget to suck. I thought a smaller dog might be proficient for you the first 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 arena, finding nobody watching or near, and stepped into the put in distance protected by bushes and small Tree. The dog followed me and sat at my ft, his quarter 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 look for bare hide on my face and arms to work. I giggled. His slug are a monitor of how I am to use my sassing and mouth. I shivered. I never felt my husband's cock in my oral fissure and a dog's cock 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 rima oris close to his head word and susurration,"Jhony, I am very happy to fit 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 nous, will you ? I've never done it before so I might not do it very well."His tongue swiped my face over my brim and nozzle. I giggled."Then you can have it off, okay ?"I didn't expect a answer, but he licked me, again. I took that as an savvy being established. A lady friend needs all the understanding she can get sometimes.

I debated. The determination came to me quickly. I sat back and removed my shoes, jeans, and panties. I wanted to be cook for him. I patted the land and managed to get him to lay on his side. I pushed him partially on his back 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 head 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 face of his sheath, the cherry-red tip came out. I smiled. It was already obvious how much belittled this cock was going to be. It might even be minuscule than Prakash's shaft. I had to crush a laugh. It now seemed hard to think a hammer belittled than his. That might give been cruddy, but both other dogs 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 cock peeking out from the cocktail dress. I poked my clapper out touching the tip. I pulled my tongue back when I felt some liquid on the tip. It didn't sense of taste bad. It was something coming from the dog's cock, a lubrication perhaps. I giggled. Something Sir Thomas More to investigate through the internet. Or … maybe the man would fuck. What kind of treatment would that be ? Asking a man I didn't know about the ok points of a dog's cock I had been sucking. I suppressed another laugh.

I licked the tip several times, then took the pointy tip between my lips. I've never done anything like this. I could palpate more of the peter become exposed as I slid my lips down the cock from the tip. I had a dick in my mouth ! What was I becoming ? First, letting a dog lick me ; then, letting dogs fuck me ; now, taking dog peter into my mouth. I slipped a hand between my legs. I was shocked at how wet I was. It was leaking out of my cunt. It was then that I realized I was mouthing this little cock and my ass, my defenseless ass, was sticking up in the air.

I started sucking, not just mouthing, the cock. The more I sucked, the more of that liquidity came from the tip into my oral fissure. Soon I had enough to swallow. I sucked harder. I wanted more. I slid my mouth down the duration of the exposed cock until I felt the fur of the sheath on my lips. There was about four inches of cock in my mouth. I giggled, again. I had four column inch of cock in my mouth and I was going to fuck it, too.

As soon as the intellection passed through my mind, I knew I had to do it. I sat back on my heels, petting the dog. He raised his head to appraise me, sensing something dissimilar was about to pass off. I turned on my knee joint and dropped to my hands and started patting my ass to promote him to jump on. By this distributor point, I was assuming all the man's dogs were fellow with fucking if only with dog-bitches. Maybe I was their lone human-bitch. I needed to bang. I would ask him. A funny touch sensation passed through me and I understood it immediately. I wanted to be their ONLY human-bitch.

The dog stood and came to my ass, and like the former two dogs before him, his neb went first to my ass. His tongue lapped at my ass. I spread my knees further opening a wider space between my second joint and I was rewarded with his spit sliding over my reveal puss from my button to my mother fucker. His lingua seemed to hit my button more regularly than I remembered of the others in this position and it may have had to do with his shorter height and advantageously slant, at to the lowest degree better from my perspective.

I patted my ass to get him mount me. He jumped up, his rear legs churning to gain my rear and I realized my ass was too gamey for him. I squatted down a little and he got on top of me, his hip thrusting at me, probing with his peter for my cunt-hole. It slid inside before my hand got back to aid him and I gasped. Even much slight than the former dogs, it was still a skilful prick 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 cock from a dog took my breath away. Its urgency and energy immediately applied by the dog as it enters and gains hold, driving deep in the first few thrusts.

This metre, though, the cock, which was beginning to yield me surprising joy pulled out. Like Sheru the get-go clock time, he walked around me frustrated. I lowered my ass further to the ground and encouraged him with both pets and verbal cooing. He came to my ass, again, taking my back quicker and promiscuous with my ass lower and thrust at my body. I slipped my bridge player between my legs to attend to him but got the surprise of my life story before I found his cock with my deal. His cock, coated with my cunt juice, hit my son of a bitch on one thrust and entered on the mo. I cried out, never having ever been penetrated there before. The starting time thrust teased my ruck up hole with the tip parting my sphincter, the second followed immediately by forcing it to open wider so the end of the cock was just inside. I gasped and gulped my breaths at the sensory faculty of being penetrated there, wanting my consistency to accept or reject the intrusion. My body didn't have much to say about it, though. The dog, being a dog, followed the initial partial insight with an additional quick stutter of the thrust, driving the embedded cock deep into my anal passage.

I cried out, again. Now, it was more than just the tip inside me. Now, some of the fatter part of the dick had spread the sphincter muscle wider, opening my passing for thoroughgoing penetration. But, it hurt. That part of my consistence wasn't used to the penetration and stretching. I wanted my body to take sentence to adjust, but I felt the dog pulling back slightly for another thrust as he also adjusted his grip around my waist, holding me blotto and aligning himself to go into replete fucking mode. I reach back in the Bob Hope of holding him steady for just a few minutes, but my reaction was too slow. He thrust back into me and followed it with a stream of rapid-fire humping. It didn't seem to bother him that he was in the wrong hole.

I dropped my head and chest to the dry land, resting my forehead on my fold up forearms, my ass sticking up in the air with the Terrier perched precariously, his fundament infantry barely having enough grip to conserve his brawny piece of ass. God, even a pocket-sized dog fucks like a maniac !

He was now in wide mode of dog fucking. After my determine and very recent experience, I already knew what that was. It was a drive that had to be experienced and not explained and each time I had experienced it I was thrilled by it. He pulled and thrust his cock out and into my ass as if he were fucking my cunt. After the initial discomfort that followed the initial keen nuisance, I loved what I was experiencing. In my mind, it flashed before me that I now had two holes for fucking. Then, a smiling took over my facial expression as I braced myself for the continuing onslaught. No, not two jam. I had now sucked my number 1 cock, too. I now had three holes for cock.

Nothing outside of the dog and the new sensation emanating from my anal transition was reaching my conscious mind. The entirely thing in the world at the moment was the dog's pecker in my ass. So, I was very aware when I felt the prominence of something outside my asshole, something bombastic pressing to participate. The Calidris canutus. Could my ass also take a knot ? I wouldn't have thought it could take a dick, but here I am actually enjoying it.

The knot pressed at my first step and for a import 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 excitement and stimulation. While the mind was carrying on a obscure debate with itself, the consistence was already in action. It pressed back against the insistency being applied to it, the anatomical sphincter slowly but steadily spreading with the constant and insistent pressure. The mile was probably diminished compared to the other two frank, but it might sustain been the width of their orotund shaft so when it stretched me to the point of almost entering, I felt like I would be charge and I couldn't think of a worse place to be torn. The instant reaction was flinching away from it, but it was too latterly and the dog was too determined. He had his legs wrapped around me and his enduringness and determination to mate storm me. He pulled me back to him as he pressed himself to me and the knot plunged into my passage. I cried out, again.

It wasn't until later that it would even occur to me how much noise I had been making. At the fourth dimension, I was lost in my own footling bubble of existence and that belch only contained Jhony and me deep in the bond of mating.

I felt his cock and knot grow in every way inside me. The fit was so tight I could feel everything as his abbreviated stroke continued, his pre-cum leaked, and his cock grew in expectation of pending climax. I could feel he was close to cumming and I desperately wanted to share it with him. The esthesis of anal fucking was different with less mastermind stimulus to the base erogenous geographical zone. I slipped a hired hand underneath, my finger's breadth going to my button and slit. The fingers alternated between strumming the button and plunging into my cunt. The fingers actually pressed up and felt the cock and knot in my ass through the reduce membrane dividing the chambers.

When I felt his cock jerk and spasm against the walls, I joined him. My coming was convulsing and I was certain 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 implike, so Qaeda, so slutty, so dirty. I felt completely owned, used, and dominated by this dog, the lowly of my brief experience.

We were securely tied. Once my sexual climax ebbed, my intellect returned to take charge and immediately, quietly, internally, swore a awful blue-streak at my trunk for getting us into this mess. I was completely defenselessly and vulnerable. The dog had turned so we were ass-to-ass and frequently pulled to unloosen itself, but we were very securely joined. When many minutes passed and nothing had changed, I began to become concerned. I had been shocked at the initial usurpation, then by the air mile entering me and what that took. But, when it happened, my body was in the throe of being overwhelmed with forcible and mental stimulant. Now, I was aware … and tense. And, the tension wasn't helping to release the knot.

I had no idea how long the knot might stick to us together. This was a smaller dog, but the air mile was in my ass, which was so very much tighter and constricting. As the dog pulled on the tie, I could experience the sphincter securely closed in front man of the ball inside me. I reached behind to stroke the dog to assay to tranquillise him. As he fought to disengage, I could sense his dick slide inside me and I assumed his campaign were just exciting him further.

My attempts to relax my own torso, though, failed completely and abruptly when outside my footling enclosure of brush, I heard the low part of mass too shut to be on the pathway below. I held my breath to listen more intently as if that would help oneself. The dog behind must have heard the sounds, too, because he suddenly became more campaign, pulling with more purport, his hand fighting the ground to rive us apart. This meter when I reached back to him, my efforts to calm him had desperation behind it. I could get word the voices coming closer and I felt the dog moving one direction, then the other nervously.

I became terrified. The exposure of being away was part of the bang, heightening all the other intuitive feeling. This was too come together, though. This was too much like feeling the inevitability of being caught at what I was doing. This was too very much like seeing the end of my secure life as I knew it. I desperately stroked and soothed the dog. He calmed some with my aid, standing with this rear end against mine as I went to just my genu, straightening my body to caress his body.

Suddenly, the people 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 hoi polloi resumed their walking and their voices 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 hear the vox fade away. They seemed to take turned their focussing to the ridge above where I was. Then, it was unruffled around me, again.

I collapsed the dry land still tied to the dog. My heart was racing so toilsome it was like I had just completed a series of wind dash. My fear brought on from danger was broken and my nidus moved to collecting myself, my blood pressure, my breathing …

In the relaxing way I put myself in, I must have been capable to relax more than I imagined as the dog pulled mightily and the international nautical mile stretched my ass and popped out. I then allowed my entire physical structure to give way to the dry land. I was lying in the wild eatage and dirt, my tee shirt pushed up against my tits, to a greater extent than half of my soundbox nakedly pressed in dirt, skunk, twig, and leaves.

My ticker burst into a wash, again, when the dog seemed to break loose through the brushwood next to me. I could get word him bark as he ran. The barks were the variety 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 depressurize after that last experience. Even Prakash noticed a change in me. Well, form of. What he noticed was that I was distracted and less antiphonal to his inane give-and-take about his work. That man, if he only understood anything about me …

Instead of making me experience that I had not attended to him properly, though, his response to me goad me to pass judgment and sympathize what had happened in the Mungo Park. I was curious about some expression of what happened. A time before he had warned me that a man on the track was stopped and listening. This time, though, when a group of masses left the path and walked near where I was, he didn't provide any word of advice. Had he left ? I didn't think so. This man was receiving a vicarious excitement in his power to attend to me so I didn't think he would abandon that and leave. Even if he wasn't seeing the actual act, he would want to be nearby.

After Prakash left for work on the forenoon of the secondly day, I resumed communication with the man. I opened the telephone set while walking to the big window in the animation way so I could peer over the other construction to the east and see the Park in the distance. It took some minutes before he responded to my text.

‘ Are you naked ?'

‘ Sorry, Sir.'

Slowly, over all the text and questions and divulging of intimate information and my easy, trusting compliance with his proposal, the term ‘ Sir'had slipped into my references to him. I didn't even use that to Prakash. I put the headphone down on a table, quickly removing my churidar kurta I had selected for the day since I was going grocery 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 feelings of photo and peril, even if it now seemed much LE risky that things I had been doing.

The schoolbook went back and forth with some casual delays 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 alright if I didn't mind some disruption in the texts. I asked him about the group of mass and no warning from him.

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

There was a pause. I really didn't want to respond to that. I felt like he let me down. I thought what he was doing was also providing some sustenance, wakefulness. As a result, I had begun letting my sentry go down to enjoy the a****ls. I was thinking I could intrust him. So, I waited.

‘ Are you upset ? I suppose you are, but let me explain. I arranged for those multitude to take the air past you and talk and muse about sounds. They were never going to actually face 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 share of what you found thrilling was the risk. Your physical experiences were going to be limited. You were, are, a frustrated wife. Seeking some level of exhibitionistic shiver was how you began. The wiener were unintentional, unexpected, but the experience with them was enhanced by the danger factor. true ?'

‘ True.'

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

‘ I was knotted. I was completely incapacitated. Even more, Jhony's turncock slipped into my ass, not my cunt. I had no idea how long it might take for him to pull out of my close ass. I had to occupy about keeping Jhony repose and calm so the people wouldn't get wind our battle of being tied.'

‘ But … how did it all feel ?'

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

‘ It felt amazing ! If it had been one of the crowing dogs in my cunt, 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 young man. I have been alone for quite some time. You are allowing me to find thing I have not for a very tenacious time.'

Another intermission. I gave him prison term. There was More he was working out, I could find it.

‘ May I think of early things for you ?'

I didn't pause. ‘ YES ! Yes, Sir.'

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

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

‘ I am please you were excited. I am sorry about the scared persona, but that is part of what excites you. Yes, you can rely me. I don't want to hurt you or compromise you. You are limited. I can help oneself you accomplish what you desire. What is your name ?'

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

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

‘ No, not until lately maybe.'

‘ You mean since this hullabaloo has come into your lifespan ? What happens if your married man begins to question your change ?'

I didn't know how to respond to that dubiousness. If, and that might be a big if, my husband did notice a change in my demeanour, what would he recollect ? Maybe, he would simply be relieved and not question it, at all. Our honest communicating had been so bad for so long, I really had little way of guessing.

‘ I don't know what the answer to that is, Sir. I have to supervise my appearing around him, I think. Anything he notices might be explained by my tramp in the Park, an improvement in my physical being ?'He agreed that would be good. ‘ Sir, I am curious about the Canis familiaris. You said they are stud dogs, have they been with former adult female before, too ?'

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

He suspected my grounds, I could finger it. Oh God, could I really admit such a matter ? He didn't crack the developing silence. He was very skilled in patience, making me feel the nerves of silence.

‘ I am wondering if I am their offset and only adult female to eff. Am I their merely human-bitch ?'He didn't respond. more silence. I asked the interrogation, but he knew there was more emotion, desire behind it that I hadn't yet admitted. I gulped in air and plunged ahead, ‘ Sir, am I their but woman-bitch ? It would be so commove to be their solely woman-bitch. The thought of being their bitch has become very exciting.'

I could hear the joy in his vocalization when he finally responded. ‘ Yes, my dearest, you are their only woman-bitch, as you call it. You are their bitch. You like being their bitch, don't you ?'I said, yes. ‘ You like the mind more than human sex. You would rather be fucked by the dogs than by men. bounder satisfy you in a way you don't think men ever could. You would take more risks, do almost anything to savor dog-cock more and more.'

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

He had asked permission to dress something new and different for me to experience after the scare in the Park. I had quickly given him my approval. I had quickly pronounced my desire to be a bitch for his dogs. I had even let moorage 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 violent rocket salad ride, I was blasting into new realms of experience and unknown region opportunities. It was scarey, but it was exhilarating.

While he was probably devising something different, though, I enjoyed a couplet more slip to the Park. One with Sheru and the early with Balaji. As odorous and cute Jhony was, I did prefer the bigger cocks and greyback of the early two wiener. The experience of being knotted in the ass, though, never left me and I knew I would desire to see that, again.

He was putting himself More and more in commission of these brush. On twenty-four hour period when we didn't have something arranged for the commons, he might text me at some stage during the day and give me an instruction. I was costless to do it or not, he had no strong-arm control over me, but I found myself always following his pedagogy. Some 24-hour interval it was merely being naked the total day with clothespins on my nipple. Other times, it might be standing naked in front man of the big windowpane while I used the dildo in my bitch until I orgasmed. That would lease many minutes and sometimes I found myself deliberately extending the exhibition, wondering the stallion 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 class, was the objective.

He also changed how I was to dress on the order outing. From now on, he said in a text, I was to only wear sarees. He didn't want to see me in denim and tee-shirts, anymore. If he did, he would not discharge the dog. That menace did exercise some control over me, but it was unneeded, I would consume complied, anyway. He was very specific about my dressing. Not only was it to be only a saree with a form-fitting top, but there would be no underwear and no petticoat. Additionally, when I was with the wiener, I was to also slay my top. Those next prison term when I fucked the dogs, I was completely nude in the car park. As the dogs pounded me from behind and I was on my hands and knees, I marveled at how my tits swung beneath me when they were spare to move. It was thrilling to imagine someone seeing them moving like that.

The new requirement for dressing added a big psychological impression, too. Not only being completely naked but getting dressed again would be dumb. There would be no way of getting dressed quickly if person should nose. Wrapping a saree takes minutes, anywhere from 7 to 10 mo depending on consideration and how lucubrate the dr****g is. And, without a underskirt to realize the tucks into, it would be slightly unlike using the belted ammunition. If something happened, I wasn't going to be able to get lop quickly, anymore. That wasn't a insidious change and it was quite dramatic.

The first time with Sheru with the saree 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 course, they remained on the itinerary and there was no tension. The second clock time was with Balaji and it went the Sami way right up until the end, then I almost died.

The day was almost gross. One of those days that don't seem veridical in a big, over-populated, industrial environment like Mumbai. The skies were authorize, the breeze was gentle off the sea, and a low front line had sucked away a great deal of the humidness. After Balaji pulled his rattling knot from my cum filled cunt, I lay on the primer satisfied and fulfilled. The dog came to my cattle ranch ramification and lapped at my leaking cunt causing me to moan and sigh with further satisfaction and delight. 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 clock time I saw my saree leaving the Bush attached to the dog, I had two meters of material to grab before it was all gone. My reaction, though, right after an coming was tiresome. I had to derail through the George H.W. Bush after the dog, landing with my upper half outside the Vannevar Bush to seize the end of the 5-meter length of material. The man must have recognized what was happening and yelled for the dog to bar. I pulled on the material and dislodged the fabric, 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 concern on the path below. I heard the man coming down from the slope reassuring the hoi polloi that everything was alright, he had just lost the emplacement of the dog. When they questioned what the dog had been pulling, he quickly made up a storey of the sun reflecting off the waving sens, despite almost no breeze. It bought me plenty clock time to get dressed. I exited the George H.W. Bush in the opponent direction and circled around. Another stopping point phone call, but very exciting. As I walked passed the masses, I could feel the dog cum still leaking from my cunt.

Then, his next idea for me came. He said he had an idea I was for sure to recover very throb, erotic, and very exhibitionistic. He asked if I trusted him enough to have his driver break up me up from any location I desired. He assured me he would protect my personal identity and that his driver was really his personal and professional supporter. I told him I would be waiting at the south end of the Sunder Nagar Garden. He told me the colour and make of the car, the device driver's name, and former detail to check myself of the even out car.

I stood on the pavement at the Dixieland end of the Sundar Nagar Garden. A car matching description I was given stopped in front of me as he was heading to my left. The passenger window lowered.

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

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

"Swapnil Kolte, ma'am."He reached into the passenger seat future to him and handed out a mask that would cover my optic and wind. I smiled, though he couldn't see it, and nodded. He exited the car and held the backrest room access out-of-doors for me. I put on the masquerade party and slid into the rear seat. I had no idea where we were going or what was awaiting me. I was anticipating a new position and another dog, though he never indicated so.

I started asking Swapnil questions about our destination, but he interrupted me. He punched some button on the dash and I heard the ringing of a phone on utterer. When it was answered on the former end, I was to hear the voice of the man for the first time.

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

"Thank you, Swapnil. Deepti, my figure is Venkat Iyer. I have decided it might help you feel more secure if you know Sir Thomas More about me than I know about you. I have a number of business organization in the Mumbai region and you are headed to a remote control theatrical role of one of those properties with Swapnil. I am actually semi-retired, which has allowed me the time to be so interactive with you. I am 62-years-old and widowed, I may experience mentioned that already."There was a intermission and some muffled conversation in the backdrop as though he was having a fork conversation."Sorry, dear. I needed to take aid of something there that Swapnil would normally induce handled. Now, you have my full attention. I wish I was there with you, but hopefully, that will be possible in the virtually future. How are you feeling about this, Deepti ? Do you have the mask on ?"

"Yes, Sir. Thank you."

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

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

"Yes, but I am afraid it won't mean anything to you. do it to say, the position is remote, insulate, but visible. I know that sounds contradictory, but it is true and it is authoritative for the experience I have planned for you. will you commit me, Deepti ?"

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

"Excellent. Swapnil, does she seem dressed per my education ?"

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

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

I didn't get quite as lots information as I was hoping for. I was wearing a masquerade to protect my features, but Swapnil wasn't. He was in his late 20's, average height and build. He appeared athletic and confident, though he was deferential to Mr. Iyer. Swapnil had unretentive nigrify hair that was somewhat unrulily. He wore chalk that were ordinary, not too stylish. He had a mustache and beard that was either new and growing out or he was having trouble growing it. Several times as Mr. Iyer talked, I caught his centre in the rearview mirror and was struck by the coruscation in them. His smile was full and literal. He looked like mortal I wouldn't mind expenditure metre with.

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

"Deepti, this is when you begin to render you really trust me. I want you to impress into the center of the back seat, then quickly unwrap your sari and remove your top."My mouth dropped and I stared at the position on the dash where his voice came from."Swapnil, what was her reaction ?"

"She might be in impact, Sir."

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

I was shaking my head, but my hands were already working to get rid of the sari. I had to shift my spot legion times to unwrap 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 midsection of the game can of a car I had never been in before and driven by a man I had never met before. I saw the railway car passing us and us passing them. We were approaching a slower truck and I closed my heart. I knew he could appear good down into the car for a very upright view of me if he happened to look. I kept my eyes closed, but when I heard a motortruck honk next 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 ground on the heavily travelled main road, I almost missed the next commentary from Mr. Iyer.

"lamb, now slide your butt to the boundary of the nates and spread your pegleg wide."

My centre flashed up to the rearview mirror, which Swapnil had his left hand helping hand on ready to align. That coruscation in his heart shined even more. I fluidly took the location he instructed and never in my life felt more exposed to anyone. The sole person EVER to throw seen me in a positioning close to this was me in front of the mirror as I looked for ways to exhilarate myself in masturbation. Now, Swapnil, an attractive man I just met, had adjusted the mirror for quick coup d'oeil to enjoy the scene displayed to him through the two bucketful seats in front.

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

"Simply beautiful, Sir. I love the smell of her pussy. The lips are parted and the inner backtalk clearly show. The back talk and her pussy exposed inside are glistening with her juices."His eyes showed his smile had increased. I hadn't realized my handwriting had moved down my body to my cunt. When I did gain it, I pulled them back, my entire body flushing mystifying than it already had been. Just then, there was another honk from a trucker. 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 magazine. I feel like an physical object they are enjoying, Swapnil describing for Mr. Iyer's imagining.

"A sexual goddess. You may truly be make up about that, Swapnil. Deepti, until you arrive at the destination, I want you to actively and intentionally masturbate with your finger. If you can, I want you to orgasm. Use your pussy, clit, and pap. Do whatever it takes. Let those truck driver see what a sex goddess is like when she satisfies her cravings."

Oh, God ! ! My finger did what he instructed as if they were responding directly from his instructions without needing me to control them. The touch sensation was incredible. The conversation about my organic structure, really only my snatch, caused me to experience so sexual, wanton, base, obscene, and objectified. Those might not ordinarily be large things to sense about yourself, but I knew my twat was bed covering wide of the mark open and leaking my secretion freely. I knew my pap were put up and prominent, too. My digit opened my hole wider for Swapnil, then my heart rose to the mirror and we made eye contact. 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 fingers gliding in and out of my bitch. My orgasm came as the car turned off the Expressway.

The car was turned onto a rutty 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 marvelous chain-link fencing and shut away gate. Swapnil got out, unlocked the gate, drove the car through, then closed and relocked the gate. He then drove into what looked like deserted, unused attribute. The car bounced over two Set of railroad caterpillar tread, then came to a stop.

Swapnil redialed Bluetooth phone and Mr. Iyer came back on the argumentation."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 prospicient fourth dimension for you, so enjoy."And, he was gone. I wanted to protest. I had agreed to follow all of his instruction 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 doorway. Clearly, he expected me to snuff it the car naked. As I did, I surveyed the domain around the car. Besides the railroad trail nearby, the western sandwich state highway roared with traffic on a long bridge circuit nearby and above. I could clearly see rider in cars and motortruck on the span 10 or 15 metre above us. In battlefront of the car was an expansive water arrangement, which caused the need for the bridgework in add-on to the railroad tracks. On the former position of the water people working, some of them in the water. Swapnil saw where my eyes were and commented that it was an observational rice-patty. The people were nigh enough that I could secern which were men and which were women by their dress and movement. It seemed everywhere I looked, there was some likely for being seen. And, Swapnil walked me naked to the bound of the weewee. I was nervous but he instructed me to keep my hands at my face. He put me in a item 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 line tracks. He reached inside the car and withdrew another mask, this one pitch blackness, and placed it over his upper berth face. He was wearing nice slacks and a button long-sleeve shirt open at the neck, so when he unbuckled the belt on his slacks, I quickly knew what was expected, though I had never done it for a man. I knelt on the dirt undercoat in nominal head of him, loosened the quagmire and pull it and his underclothes down to his stifle. I was still unsealed why he was also wearing a mask now since I had already seen his expression. But, when I saw his cock under his clothes, I discarded any concerns about the mask. His hitch, uncircumcised cock was the size of my husband's hard one. It hung in front of me and my creative thinker and eyes had no other consideration than experiencing it, touching it, feeling it on brim and in my mouth.

I had been given the experience of sucking hammer with the dogs. Now, I was going to experience sucking man-cock, as well. And, it wasn't my fool married man. Mr. Iyer was deliberate and intentional in providing me with change experiences, as he promised. My disappointment at not having a dog was replaced with the consideration of new experiences. Clearly, Mr. Iyer didn't concern himself as a lot with my approval or acceptance beforehand as much my following his direction. That recognition that he was taking ascendency was mollified by the recognition that my reaction to him was to comply with whatever he directed.

My helping hand seemed to move out on its own until it grasped the turncock. I looked up at Swapnil and found him watching me intently. He had positioned me very deliberately and that seemed peculiar in the back of my head, but I was so focused on the cock in front end of me I didn't put much thought into why. I leaned forward and licked the underside of his putz. I could feel it locomote just from that bare action. I lifted it and licked along the distance of it. When I reached the top, I pulled the foreskin back to bring out the caput, opened my rima oris and took it inside, sucking on the oral sex, swirling my natural language over it. I did this natural action repeatedly, licking the length, exposing the capitulum and taking it into my lip. Soon, the reaction from my efforts gave me the prominent turncock I had ever seen. The head was pushed out from the foreskin, exposed and fix 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 bag and saw it was only covering about half the length. I looked up and smiled, again. What would it be like to experience something like this ?

Then, the doubts about what was happening flashed into my psyche. I was a married cleaning woman. I had a hubby. Part of that trades union was supposed to be a commitment of allegiance and faithfulness. I had rationalized my way through each new step : the masturbation was self-pleasure ; the miniature were still self-pleasure ; the dogs were not human so they didn't reckoning. But, now this was a man I was enjoying. By doing this, I couldn't prune it away. I was being disloyal and treasonable to my vows of marriage and my husband. But, I had had these same thoughts before, even before I knew what this experience might be. I had considered the possibility that this might someday be presented as an opportunity. It was a born forward motion, after all. In the cool moments of considerateness and depth psychology, I knew I would require the opportunity to again get a man's cock that wasn't my hubby's. I understood that taking that footfall, that opportunity, might add additional frustration into the marriage, but the track I had set myself on had produced that whether I took this additional step or not.

Another consideration came to my mind, though. My husband's natural process played into this, as well. I had learned accidentally that despite our nasty finances, he was continuing to gamble and imbibe with his buddies. Nights that he said he would be working, he was with his buddies. It was an accidental discovery and it had angered him tremendously when he had been caught in his Trygve Lie. His choler had been such that I feared being beaten more than the slapping I might on occasion get as his imbibing progressed. Maybe it didn't completely free what I was doing, but he wasn't without some error and responsibility.

With that determination and acceptance, I became heartfelt in my feat of pleasuring and experiencing the hard cock in my script and head in my mouth. All Mr. Iyer said was that I would let man-cock today. I became diligent in satisfying Swapnil. It became important that he describe back to Mr. Iyer that I had pleased him with my mouth and I was determined to take his cum in my lip and swallow it. Another matter I obviously had never done. If I pleased Swapnil and Mr. Iyer was pleased in play, I may again be given one of his dogs to experience.

I was so purport on the turncock in my mouth I wasn't aware of a pregnant noise coming. Then, the haphazardness was evident. We were near the duple tracks and it became obvious now why Swapnil had been careful in positioning us. The commuter string was approaching from in front of me slightly to the left. It was approaching so anyone looking would see the back of a partially dressed man, but clearly, see a naked woman on her knees sucking the man's cock.

I reacted to what was about to happen by shifting while the cock was still in my mouth, but Swapnil kept me in place. I looked up at him just as the geartrain engine flashed by with the XII or so passenger railroad car behind it. I shook with frayed nerves, knowing that everyone on this position of the cars had a perfect survey of me. This was why Swapnil had also put a partial masque over his eyes.

After the geartrain passed, he put a finger under my chin and lifted it up. The action brought my heart up, but also my mouth off his pecker. He was smiling.

"Was that exciting ?"

"My God, yes ! My veneration has been to be seen, that something terrible would happen as a result. I was very definitely seen naked and sucking a man's tool who wasn't my hubby, but cipher would be able in that photoflash of vision to know who I was."I looked at my arms."I'm still shaking."

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

I was puzzled, then aware. Not only was he giving me the opportunity to take up his cock, but he was going to fuck me, too. He helped me up and I walked on weak and trembling legs to the car and was leaned over the hood. He came up behind me and tapped my fundament on the inside to encourage more separation. I knew there was no issue with my cunt being gear up, I could find the wet. After the originally sexual climax, sucking man-cock for the for the first time metre ( and a large one ), and being surprised to be exposed to a commuter gearing, I was cook for anything, physically and emotionally.

He placed his pecker at my cunt, rubbing the head up and down along the distance of my lips, he found my hole and pressed in. I gasped at the feel of his large pecker capitulum, so different than the tapered cocks of the frump. I moaned at the feel of it as he pressed his cock deeper into me, pulling out a few inches and pressing back in foster until I felt his hip joint against my bare tooshie. I felt filled with cock. It was more than I could have imagined. The greyback is filling, but this was filling for the entire duration and it was blowing my mind as he quickly settled into a fluent rhythm of fucking.

My principal was on my forearms, he was now pounding into me with more force play. My tits were squashed into the bonnet of the car, still a picayune 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 have it off you more. Cum, Deepti ! Cum for me."

Then, as if on some form of cue, I heard the gear coming, again. But, how ? It had just passed minutes before. Maybe it was more transactions than I thought. Also, there were two tracks. Oh God ! This must be the power train coming in from the suburbia further out. Oh God, another railroad train of passenger to see me. God, what a slovenly woman I will look like.

As the railway locomotive flashed by and the passenger cars after it, the haphazardness was deafening and drowned out my cry of pleasure and ecstasy as my orgasm crashed over me. When my trunk 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 motion with mine and compounding the push of the nookie. My nipples felt like they were on fire, erect and pressed into the fond metal of the car, the fucking making my tits rub over the surface. I slipped a manus between my body and the car, rubbing my clit as the cock inside me pounded into me with ever new force and purport. 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 dangerous undertaking with Swapnil, Mr. Iyer and I dispensed with the use of texting and accepted talking with the same telephone set. He continued to bait me with little challenges around the flat and neighborhood. In the apartment, I would put the phone on utterer and he would mastermind me using his own imagination of what it looked like.

He seemed to be using the Clarence Shepard Day Jr. immediately after the car ride for gentler fun and I had the opinion he was nervous about what my reaction might be after that experience. I assured him that despite my initial disappointment about not having a dog, I was finely 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-bodied to convince him I was queasy to experience more of whatever he devised.

One day, he had me standing in strawman of the mirror using cartridge holder 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 slit lip. He then expressed his regret that he couldn't see what it looked like. I asked him for longanimity and awkwardly walked to the closet to retrieve the camera. It had a timer purpose, which I set and placed on the chest next to the mirror. I quickly turned toward the camera and I heard the click. I checked the image and took a couplet more, adjusting the angle. I took the camera to the calculator, downloaded it, then uploaded the images to the phone. I sent him a text with two of the persona, one was a closeup of the clip on my cunt lips and clit. He was delighted, which made me pleased.

Later, I took the images off the reckoner, transferring the residuum to the phone. As I busied myself with that chore, it occurred to me how happy and fulfill I felt. I tried to psychoanalyze why I was feeling it so strongly and it seemed to be that there was a man in my biography, even remotely, that appreciated my movement to satisfy him. A man I didn't really cognize very well was giving me a sensory faculty of gratification and accomplishment my own husband didn't seem capable of giving me.

Another metre, he asked me to lubricate the grip to my hairbrush and study it into my ass. How obscene. But, I did it and eagerly. No thing the request, I felt a substantial and obligate desire to discharge it for him. If I could, I would get a photo as I did with the coppice sticking out of my ass.

I started taking photos of myself to air to him. It might just be a selfie in the mirror or a timed photo in some pose. I took a photo wearing a sheer saree with nothing 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 suggestion for an experience with the car. I would be picked up at the Sami positioning, I should wear the Same turnout, and expect the use of the masquerade party, again. I asked, but he would break no promote details. He did not look to be someone who was satisfied with duplicating the same experience twice in a row. Even in the parking lot, he used different dogs or different teases. I didn't think the two times in the car would be a duplicate, either. He was going to provide something different and the secret of that heightened the anticipation for me. I was sure this time would somehow include a dog.

The car trip followed the same pattern as the first meter. I was a trivial let down to find the car only had Swapnil driving. I had speculated that the something different this clock time might sustain been the involution and attendance of Mr. Iyer. Not that there was anything about Swapnil that could get any disappointment.

I was given the mask, which I put on as I seated myself into the back arse. As we approached the entrance to the Western Expressway, I caught Swapnil's eyes in the rearview mirror and he simply nodded. That seemed like a lot to bear from one previous meeting, but I was anticipating the Same instruction to bump off my saree and top. I smiled at him, leaned forward to pull the end of the sari from my articulatio humeri, then pulled the top up and over my head. Without a bra, I was now naked from the waist up. I caught him adjusting the mirror and smiled at him, less embarrassed this metre than I had been the previous time.

I thought about how to more easily remove the saree in the back rear of a moving car since the struggles of conclusion time. I shifted to my knees on the edge of the back seat with my behind toward the front and pulling the bottomland edges above my articulatio genus. I then was able to pluck the tucks from the belted ammunition around my shank and break the saree fabric from me. I piled the material against the left-hand side of the seat, the passenger slope, and fell back into place in the middle of the seat. I opened my legs wide to his gaze as he adjusted the mirror a little more than to see further down.

I giggled,"Like this, Sir ?"

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

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

A voice intruded from the sprint of the car. Unknown to me, the Bluetooth had been activated."You are correct, my lamb. Swapnil is far from a faint servant. Although he does serve me, he is most importantly my most sure, and sometimes argumentative, master advisor."

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

"You will have to wait, my dear. We wouldn't want to destroy the surprise. But, are you masturbating for Swapnil, Deepti ?"

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

Swapnil was struggling between watching the road and watching my fingers."She has the most beautiful and wet pussy, Sir."

There was a chuckle from the flair speaker unit,"I believe she uses the term ‘ cunt ’."I blushed warm as Swapnil's eyes held mine for a instant. With all the yak about me and my bitch, I didn't achieve an sexual climax this clip, but I was certainly ready for anything. In fact, besides hoping for a dog, I was hoping for another coupling with Swapnil. His peter was magnificent and he was skilled with using it. I still was expecting Mr. Iyer had something more in mind.

When we dropped off the pike and wound through lowly and modest roads, I sat up in anticipation of our destination. We were indeed approaching the same outside area with the geartrain tracks. I noted by the clock on the flair that the timing was very exchangeable to the old time.

After opening the gate, driving through, reclosing the logic gate, and stopping the car in nearly the demand smudge as last-place time, I accepted Swapnil hand as an assist in getting out of the second hind end. I looked across the water to see multitude working in the test rice paddies. The bridge deck was still roaring with dealings and the train cart track lay before us as if a admonisher of what they could carry at any moment.

Swapnil came up behind me, slipped his arms around my waist, and I leaned back into him. The last time it was all about the sexual act, there was short mollify mite. This felt unspoiled. I knew very well I was going to be sucking and fucking him, again. Doing it all in public and exposed to those who might encounter to see even if from too far a distance for realisation or too quickly passed for recognition. But, still, I was in this man's subdivision, his hands slowly and gently moving over my au naturel front, one hand down toward my crotch but not quite reaching, the other cupping my tit before taking the teat between his finger and thumb. He squeezed the teat and I mewed softly. He bent over so his other hand could reach down into my crotch, a finger slipping between the protruding backtalk. He raised the finger's breadth up to my mouth and I sucked my own juices off his finger's breadth. I turned my look up to him and we kissed.

I turned in his arms and his hands caressed my back to my rump. We continued to kiss and he picked me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. He walked me to the cowl of the car effortlessly and set my butt down on the warm metallic element. He laid me back across the poke bonnet and kissed from my lips to my pharynx, to my bureau and nipple. He spent moment kissing and sucking my tits and nipples. My back arched at the attention I had never before receive. A man was loving my soundbox !

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 mouth and tongue steadily descended over my abdomen and pubic hill to the top of my cunt and clitoris, I moaned so brassy I thought it might force attending from the workers except for the thunder of the traffic above. He slid his hands underneath my knee and raised them up, then pushed them apart. I raised my head in utter cushion at what he was doing. His back talk was covering my dripping cunt, his glossa playing inside and out, flicking at my engorged clit, then covering that clit with his back talk and sucking intemperately. 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 unspoilt, too rattling, too heavenly to want it to block. His tongue stiffened and pressed into my bitch. God ! How … how does he do that ? Men do this ? I want a man like this.

There was an void. One bit, my cunt was covered by warm and heedful pleasuring and the next moment, it was gone. vanity and longing took its place. I opened my eyes, unfocussed and directionless.

"Is she make, Swapnil ?"

I looked between my splay second joint to find an older man standing alongside Swapnil whose eye reflected lusty desire and avidity."Sir, I think she is always ready. The second 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 consideration Swapnil showed him was an even grown index number to me than his visual aspect. He had a kindly, placate, fatherly face. He looked to be in his early 60's and stood a few inch taller than Swapnil. He carried his weighting well, but it was discernible that a life of stage business and offices had added some pounds to his material body. His pilus was quite grayness and receding. He combed it neatly to his right incline. A small mustache was below his nose. He wore wire-framed glasses. Like Swapnil, he wore hurt slack and buttoned shirt open at the neck.

Puzzled about where he suddenly came from, I scanned around the trees to find an SUV parked away from the entrance we used. Standing side by side to the SUV attached by a lead 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 front of my splayed second joint, but a couple meters from me. I was getting embarrassed by my photograph to them and started allowing my thigh to close, but Mr. Iyer reacted quickly.

"No, dear, please. Please, remain just as you are."Despite my increasing blush and superfluity, I reopened my thighs as fully as before. My oculus met his, at to the lowest degree the moments when his eyes left his study of my puss and body to glance at my face. He was unabashedly gazing at my open cunt and occasionally at my bosom and the rest 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 maturity date. She has a existent trunk, doesn't she ? Her curves as enticing. I think you are correct, Swapnil, a sexual goddess seems appropriate with a little encouragement."

He came up between my legs, bent grass 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 constituent of me that seemed to hold up his attention, the most private part of a woman.

He put his script out to me. I took them and he assisted me down from the cowl of the car. He pulled me into his arms and whispered into my ear,"Thank you, dear Deepti. I am sorry if that might have embarrassed you, but you are so lovely."He put me at arm's distance and looked down my body, again."I truly do revel a more ripe woman."He held my eyes."You've been very receptive to everything present to you, so far. Are you ready for more ?"

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

"I am gladiolus to hear that."During this time, Swapnil had disappeared behind the car and was removing two thick mantle and spreading them on some nearby grandiloquent gage. Mr. Iyer saw where my eyes were watching."Yes, my dear. Have you ever been fucked three times in one session, Deepti ? Would you care to be ?"

My mouth dropped outdoors, then formed into a spacious 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 slope of my face against his chest."I will try anything you desire of me, Sir. You have ignited something inside me that has inflamed desires, needs, cravings I didn't know could exist."I raised my head to plight his eyes, unaware that Swapnil had completed the organization of the blanket and was watching and listening to our telephone exchange."Sir, I feel I am at a precipice in my life. My liveliness has been unsatisfying and frustrating, but it was the life sentence I had. You've shown me things, made me experience things, so many things, that are beyond my power to express. The simple desires I felt born from my frustrations to have 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 conduct me in life, but at these import, these experiences are what I need."

He pulled me into his arms and kissed the top of my head, his hands stroking down my bare back to the top of my butt. I melted into his embracing. That stamp I had of him early, fatherly, morphed into something more. There was caring, regard, and consideration flowing from him, but there was also lovingness and desire, desire for me.

He guided me gently to the mantle. I looked at him and Swapnil standing side by side. They were also wearing masks now and I remembered the gearing. Nothing was said or indicated. I simply dropped to my knee in straw man of them. I moved my hands to Mr. Iyer's rap warp, first. I undid his whang, his slack clasp and zipper, then pulled his trouser and underwear off his pelvic arch and down his legs. I did it quickly and without fanfare. I looked up at his face and smiled at him. His cock was uncircumcised, also. Although not nearly as long as Swapnil's, it was longer than my husband's, the only other cock I had any experience with. I raised his cock with one hand and licked the bottom of it from base to top. I put the top into my mouth and began sucking on it. I pulled my mouth off, take out the prepuce back to disclose the promontory, and returned my mouth to wet-nurse on the exposed head. I heard him gasp, his paw 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 same distance of time. Then, I moved back and Forth River between the two men, sucking and licking each until I had two hard cocks standing before me.

I sat back on my heels, my knee separated to show my cunt and looked up at the two of them."Sirs, would you like to cum in my back talk ? Or, would you like to cum inside me ? study me yours. How may I please you ?"

Mr. Iyer responded,"I thought this was about finding ways of pleasuring you, my good Deepti."

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

"And Sheru ?"

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

He motioned me to lie on the blankets."I want to look into your eyes as I fuck you, Deepti."I was on my rear, my knee bent and spread open. I held my blazon out to him and he knelt between my ramification and aimed his operose cock to my cunt, moving the head up and down until he found my cakehole and pressed into me.

I gasped at his penetration. Opening my eyes to determine him supported above me on his arm, his pelvic girdle 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 cleaning woman, my dearly. Your husband is a fool."

I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled his fount to mine and we kissed. I didn't want to reckon about my hubby. I only want these two men … and the dog.

My sexual climax hit me before he climaxed, but it seemed that my orgasm may have stimulated his. My cunt clenched around his pecker and he groaned, soon after he was shooting his cum into my organic structure. He collapsed on top of me and I held him tight, feeling his cock motility inside me as the net of his seminal fluid leaked from his cock.

Before the last time at this place, Mr. Iyer had questioned me at length about the trade protection I might be using. He was relate because we were a sexless wedlock. He didn't want to introduce Swapnil as a partner for me if there was a chance of my getting pregnant. I had laughed. Although his syndicate had blamed me for being infertile, it was a relief to Prakash and it was at his insisting that I had my metro tied to eliminate the possibility in the future. Once fully immersed in his separate liveliness, the last thing he felt he needed was suddenly having a family involved. Such was my existence.

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

Swapnil had his own idea of what he wanted to do. With my limited photo to sex and positions, he lay on his back. I looked down at him puzzled. He told me to straddle his torso and sit down on him, penetrating myself with his cock. I smiled at the sentiment and did as he instructed. I sighed as his putz 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 favourable to have any sex."This is called, ‘ Tigress ’. It puts the cleaning lady in control."

I smiled as I raised up, then sank back down. Over and over. I loved this stance. Then, he added more,"There are many post, Deepti. Move your feet in front of you and lean back to me."I felt his manus support my rachis as I continued to rise and down in the mouth, this position causing contact in new ways."Now turn around without losing my cock."I looked over my shoulder as if to challenge the didactics, but I did as he directed. It was so strange 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 headspring and I leaned back onto his legs. His hammer pressed hard against my abdomen.

"These are all positions, Swapnil ?"I was gasping. The changing of positions worked to detain the orgasm that was building.

"Variants of positions."He had me sitting facing him, leaning over his case."There are 100 of positions and variations."

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

The train had passed with hardly another thought process. I was still on top of him. He didn't seem in a hurry to secern 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 stare 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 spatial relation, don't you ?"I smiled up at him and nodded.

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

I felt movement and new phone near. Without raising my principal off Swapnil's breast, I found Mr. Iyer's legs and feet and the halcyon fur of Sheru seating next to him. The scent of sex, even outdoor, must possess been potent because the tip of his hammer was peeking from his sheath. I raised myself to sit on Swapnil's rosehip. His hammer had fully shrunk and only the fountainhead of it was still in my bitch. As soon as I moved, though, it too slipped out. As it slipped from my grasping hole, I attempted to squeeze with the muscles, bringing a smile from him.

I moved off Swapnil and sat on my heel in nominal head of the dog and Mr. Iyer. I patted my second joint and Mr. Iyer released him to come to me. I buried his head into my naked trunk, my implements of war around his neck as I petted and stroked his body, his butt wagging furiously in response. Swapnil was rising and pulling his slacks on. I patted the blanket to throw Sheru get down on his side. I nuzzled his face, my hand moving over his belly. After the late experiences with the dogs, my action was much less doubtful. My digit quickly moved over the cocktail dress, stroking the sides and holding it in my hand.

Without looking up,"You said your dogs had never experienced conjugation with former women, Sir ?"

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

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

My spit found the tip of his exposed shaft tip and I licked off the dip of precum forming there. I put my mouth over the tip and sucked more out and feeling the prick growing as I did it. I slid the prick into my mouth the inch or so until I felt the fir of his case. I pulled back and pushed down over it, over and over, taking more stopcock in the process. When I was satisfied, I pulled my mouth off and gazed at the cherry-red turncock. Without looking at either of the men and mumbling more than than speech production, I confessed a new edifice desire.

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

I didn't delay for a answer, it was my own new desire, not born from their desires. I moved to my hands and knees and patted my ass. Sheru jumped to his feet and sniffed my ass. He gave me a few cursory lick, then was quickly on my back, his hips thrusting at me. My hand moved to assist him and even the tone of the hammer sliding over my palm was thrilling. Like a Pavlovian trigger, the feel on my decoration triggered the expectation of penetration and my strong-arm and vocal response. I would not have been surprised if my twat didn't oscitancy open in the anticipation of the cock.

I gasped and moaned with the initial penetration, then pressed back into him as he repositioned his grip around my shank and push deeper into me. Then, as his phrenetic, a****listic coupling behavior fully engaged, I heard the exclamation from both men as they watch the dog issue over the mating rite. My head sagged on my berm. When my eyes slit open, I was again aware of how my tits swung underneath me as the dog fiercely pounded my pussy with his rooster. The emphatic and dominating fucking served to catch fire the remaining growth required for his cock. I felt it get inside me and felt the knot forming. At low, I felt something large pushing between my lips, then it was too boastfully and was caught outside banging against my cunt. I pressed back at him as he pressed and forced his attempt at me. The dog cock is estimable for fucking. The knot is entirely different, hitting spots inside me that only it can with geometrical regularity. The mile was a wonderful part of fucking a dog and an experience I knew I could never sap of.

When his knot stretched me wide and finally pushed in, my mind and locoweed were singularly focused on that achievement. The bit of entry sent me into orgasm, an coming I was told had me shouting and screaming my reaction, but it was drowned out by the release of the next commuter geartrain. I only became aware of the gearing as the last cars were passing. The sudden awareness was shocking and vivid and resulted in another orgasmic elevation crashing over me even before the previous one had ebbed.

Several daytime later, I was sitting on a judiciary in Sundar Nagar Garden succeeding to the football field. I was watching the match. A young instrumentalist from the far face had just sent a retentive passing game toward the social movement of the goal and his teammate soared into the air and executed a stark cope, sending the ball into the end. I have long marveled at the physical science some people possess. Mr. Iyer was sitting succeeding to me pretending to read a newspaper while Swapnil sat on a terrace across the pass looking at his smartphone.

Without looking up from the newspaper, 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 paradigm is one I could replay in my brain in fine detail. 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 know what a subservient personality is ?"

"You have used the term before, Sir. I looked it up on the net 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 family had control condition over me and was able to prescribe and pull wires my determination and alternative. I understand why my hubby's class was willing to settle on a daughter from my background. I would be easily controlled and manipulated to help the needs of my husband."

He was nodding, still seeming to be engrossed in some write up in the paper."I am guessing that despite the treatment you receive from your husband and your growing craving for sexual gratification, you still maintain an orderly and effective nursing 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 right, I didn't sense any fulfilment 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 process. Without that, it might as well be a servant's job."

I looked directly at him and he put the paper down on his lap."That is the way I feel. You understand, don't you ? You have for a retentive 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 scheme lark, but it can't continue ?"

I couldn't bear to bet at him in shell his answer was the dread response I didn't want to learn. But, I heard his voice light, but business firm, in control condition,"Are you dressed appropriately for our meeting ?"My eyes opened panoptic. I was wearing a saree with a top, but underneath I was not wearing a bra or panties or underskirt. I looked up smiling and nodded. I was also blushing, not because of the admission charge but because of the flavor of anticipation. I glanced at Swapnil and saw the kind, friendly, and caring smiling lighting up his face."I have no desire to end this, Deepti. Quite the opposite, in fact. I want to move this human relationship forward, but I think to move it forward would need some alteration in your life."

"What sort of changes ?"

He turned on the workbench to look directly at me."Big alteration. You want to be free to experience what is possible, don't you ? You are more than a kick, Deepti. Recently, you have shown that you could also be a slut."My boldness showed my response."Do you doubt it ? I know your desire, craving for dogs. It was the dogs that truly set you free. But, you have also shown you might crave the delight of men, as well, like a true slut. A submissive like you, Deepti, a bitch to firedog and a slut to men, would be fun to play with."

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

He nodded."Yes, there was that. I confess my part in directing and manipulating your experiences all the way to suction and fucking Swapnil before you eagerly did the Sami 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 store."Swapnil called you a sex goddess, remember ? I think with more guidance and control he will be make up, more so than he might birth expected. Do you dissent, Deepti ?"

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

He smiled and nodded. Then, he became very grievous and held my eyes with his."Deepti, do you want this to bear on, even to maturate ?"I nodded."Are you sure, Deepti ? To continue like this would become more restrictive and speculative. It can be continued and grown but it would require the big changes I was referring to. To truly uphold this satisfactorily we have to get this out of the dark. You are a adult female who needs strong control and direction."

"I'm not sure I understand."

He chuckled,"I know you don't. You are like a neophyte waiting to be groomed into being the slattern and bitch you could be. That can't be done in a few hours at a time, a few meter 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 modification, I never thought he meant modification at that level. How could those modification happen as a married woman afraid of what could pass ? Oh … my God ! Is he talking about leaving Prakash ?

"Sir, I can't leave …"

He put up his mitt."I understand how important the perception of your man and wife is for you and your family line. Though, I don't think that hubby of yours deserves you. He is a chump to suffer left you in this state that you should witness yourself."

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

"Answer me this simple enquiry : Do you require to be shown, led, instructed, guided, and freed to assay and discover 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 recognise all that ? But, if I could … of trend, I would need that. What does that stool me ? A slut, a gripe ? Yes, that's what it would make me. Isn't that what I have been moving toward with his counsel, already ? Of course !

"Yes … I would need that, but how ?"

"Deepti, there is a saying : To last fully you have to experiment ; to have the ability to try out, you have to cause self-assurance ; to have confidence, you have to be secure ; to be secure, 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 prison term it is a much bigger question, isn't it ? Do you trust me this much, Deepti ? Do you trust me to not only to free you up to have more of this while maintaining your wedlock but do you trust me to control what you experience ? I am not offering you a love human relationship, Deepti, this will be directing you into experiences."

"Yes, Sir. I do trust you with my being. However you think you can deal 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 as shooting is Swapnil."He chuckled and glanced to his assistant who smiled. Keep that earphone nearby. In the succeeding day or two, I will ring for a meeting for it all to be explained."

"Yes, Sir."I was almost giddy, which on its face seemed foreign. I was almost woozy to truly get a subservient, controlled cleaning lady directed to increasing sexual experiences. But, I very definitely was.

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

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

THE END