We recently moved into a new locality. As I was rummaging around in the attic, I discovered a diary. Most of it was pretty tame stuff, but the final stage few entranceway got pretty juicy. Here's what I found :

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December 5th - Morning

As had become routine, my husband weenie flopped down at our kitchen table for a quick breakfast. His finger worked furiously on the concealment of his ever-present phone, checking email, texts, and the latest stock statistics. Aside from wondering when his toast and chocolate might magically seem, I doubt he would even give noticed if I wasn't there. Like many a young ‘ trophy wife ’, my illusions of a illusion married couple to a ample Old guy had quickly evaporated in the first few months of our join. I sighed, realizing that I had become relegated to simply another one of the many expensive trappings that comprised ‘ Frank's Big assemblage of Toys ’.

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

Suddenly I flinched as I felt a frigidness wet nozzle prod at my genu. I heard a quiet whine from below the kitchen board. I reached down and petted Shindo, our purebred Akita. As with everything else we owned, the big dog had set Frank back a small fate. Yet Shindo was pretty very much my dog since I was the only when one who gave him any attention. The boatload of money Shindo had cost had done nothing to check a well-behaved animate being. He was overly energetic, with a preference for getting into anything and everything. One of his almost annoying traits was that he would piss a bee-line for any unprotected groyne, sniffing and prodding with his cold wet nose into the most suggest of places. We had to be on constant sentry duty against his embarrassing antics if we had guests in the theatre.

But as I sat there at the kitchen table, marveling at the lavishness gear wreck my lifespan had become, I was suddenly struck with a very risque and rebellious opinion. I smiled pleasantly at wiener as I meticulously buttered a slice of my pledge. Under the table, I allowed my legs to role. Shindo was spry to seize upon the chance and I felt him worm his way between my peg. Still dressed in a bathrobe, I closed my naked thigh down in a welcoming embrace around the bore Akita, stifling a playful squeal as I felt his snout prod up against my panty clad fork.

I squirmed in my seat, unsure of what would happen next. Whenever Shindo was in one of his crotch-diving temper we always chastised him or banished him from the room. Never had the eye tooth been given free rein, so this was uncharted territory for us both. His warm breath washed across my tight fiddling white panties. I choked back a giggle as his cold wet olfactory organ pressed into my loins, sniffing enthusiastically at the alluring smell he discovered there.

My inwardness was beating with a combination of concern and lustful exhilaration. What if hotdog noticed something amiss and discovered the naughty bow-wow between my legs ? I couldn't even reckon the overplus as I would have to try to explain myself. I felt a red flush of dishonor creep its way up my typeface. I should put a stop to this immediately, I realized. I chewed nervously at my scurvy lip, and then did the lone reasonable affair. I slowly scooted forward to the edge of my chairman, spreading my legs wide and allowing the odd Akita nonsensitive access.

Immediately his wet canine tongue caressed my panty-covered vaginal pile. I clenched my teeth, holding in a lustful groan of passion. This was already Thomas More familiar attention than I had received from frankfurter in calendar month. I felt my pantie quickly begin to moisten, absorbing both spittle from Shindo's energetic tongue and the steamy dampness oozing from my humid vaginal slit. My tight slippery pussy -- neglected for far too long -- eagerly unfurled its fleshy knock lips. The Akita dug deeper, lured by the irresistible nip. Pressing his snout harder into my lascivious cleft, Shindo worked his jolty lingua against the thin cotton barrier, pushing the crotch of my panties up into my cosy little cunt. I gripped the edge of the table with both paw, fighting the need to thrash my legs in response to simmering intimate itch that were quickly coming to a boil.

The Akita nipped gently at my panty-covered kitty-cat lips and I shuddered, giving in to the inevitable orgasm. My ventilation became torment and despairing, and suddenly my hips bucked of their own pact. The joints of the chair creaked alarmingly, but wiener didn't seem to notice. The sinew in my second joint clenched and trembled as a spastic spasm gripped my cuckoo. Barely in control of my torso, I ground my articulatio coxae in a dumb, sensual motion in the kitchen chair as Shindo eagerly consumed the syrupy wetness that flooded through the cotton fiber private parts of my panty. I closed my branch tightly around the Akita's furry head, wrapping him in a loving bosom as orgasmic rippling vibrated through the profundity of my screwing slot. Then, in a concluding cramp, I rocked my header back and pressed my loins eagerly forward against the canine's talented snout. My hair whipped in a shower of blond and I dared to let my script slip from the table and caress my naked pep pill second joint. Dragging my fingers up over my bay window, I sensuously squeezed my boob, pinching my ache nipples through the gentle covering of my gown.

Then -- finally -- I felt the grand sensations in my goof begin to stutter. Small post-orgasmic tremor continued to register as Shindo maintained a steady rhythm with his talented cunt-licking tongue. Despite his energetic feat, the flood of syrupy fluids poured through my panties faster than he could lap them up. I felt a warm, viscid puddle begin to form on the bottom of the chair, soaking my panties from below. The scent of wet cunt butter hung heavily in the air, overwhelming the mundane breakfast tone of coffee and toast.

"wellspring, time to go,"weenie announced, ending his conversation and rising from the table. I jerked in stupor and then looked at him, slack-jawed and with glassy optic, trying to retrieve from my sexually-induced stupor. He took no notice of my muss fuzz, red-faced expression, or panting breath as he gathered his key and briefcase and headed out to his car. I heard the garage door hertz and the engine of his Mercedes growl to lifespan. The sound of the car receded as the automatic garage room access rattled shut. I sat there at the kitchen board in my cum-soaked panties as Shindo continued to diligently work his lingua in my step-in crotch. A singled tear rolled down my cheek as I stared ahead into nothingness.



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December 6th - first light

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

"Well, let's see what form of treat we have for breakfast today,"I remarked mostly to amuse myself. I suppressed a smiling, given that the counterpane on the table was the Lapp fare as every day -- coffee and pledge. However, the cattle farm under the table today was slightly different. Shindo was uncharacteristically well behaved, sitting patiently under the table. It was almost as if he and I were co-conspirators in our naughty little mysterious. But as I spread my branch he quietly rose to his invertebrate foot and worked his way between my soft, creamy thigh. Today he found no scanty barrier separating him from my schoolgirlish charms. Instead he found me moist and expectant, my naked, ruffled pussy lips already unroll with stimulation. Perched on the boundary of the professorship, I spread my legs, causing my puss to gawk open for him. Looking down I saw a drip of my buttery sauce ooze out, trailing down to the floor on a shimmering humbug of vaginal fluid. The big dog intercepted the slowly descending pennant on his spit, licking his chopper in anticipation.

Then Shindo dove into the main course of instruction. His approximate wet spit embraced the lips of my cunt, savoring the tasty discharge glistening on my pink physical body. Licking me clean, he pulled back, his lower jawbone working as he relished the lingering flavor. As a test, I attempted to unhinge him with a lowly corner of toast. Normally he was up for any little morsel, but the large canine completely ignored it. He had obviously acquired a preference for the taste of buttery pussy gem instead. I popped the piece of goner in my mouth and chewed as the Akita pushed his snout back against my slit. I squirmed as his cold nose made middleman with my clit. His tongue teased my heavy little nub of delight and I gave a subdued gasp in reaction. Then his oral appendage slipped lower, working its way into the clutching tunnel of my cunt. Elbows on the table, I interlaced my fingerbreadth and rested my Chin on my hands, trying to preserve a drill expression as respective column inch of wet dog spit wriggled up into my tight little snatch.

The Akita attempted to search every hidden nook and crack of my clutching pinko vaginal faithful, turning his furry head word this way and that to exploit every slant. I had never imagined that a doggy tongue was so incredibly long -- or manoeuvrable. But it was a discovery that I enjoyed with lubricious delight. And then, just as I thought that the canine had finally achieved the ultimate limits of his oral reach, I felt his furry snout begin to pry its way into my puss. I gulped in horror, realizing that the creature seemed intent on fucking me with his look. I groaned at the sensation but then started to lower my custody to rend his beak back out of my twat. But then I flinched, quickly resuming my chin-on-hands pose as Frank looked up and favored me with a uncommon but disinterested glance. I reached down with trembling hands and retrieved my cup of coffee, desperately attempting to maintain a normal look as a fair dowery of the Akita's snout tunneled its way into my quivering bozo.

I set the cup down in its saucer, a rattling noise filling the kitchen as the two piece of music of china clattered together under my shaking fingers. I squirmed in my professorship, trying to accommodate the unbelievable stretching sensation in my pussy. Then Shindo's glossa lashed out once again, digging its way into previously undiscovered regions of my lusty fuck sleeve. I could find the wet tip of his tongue deeply embedded, devouring the gluey discharge that oozed in an unstoppable flow from my heavy vaginal embrace. It felt as if the voracious beast was only a few inches short of slipping his eager tongue into the opening of my womb. Accepting that genial image as a challenge I spread my limber thighs even wider and gently pressed my rose hip forward onto his snout. The Akita seemed to sense my wanton penury, responding with a emphatic push of his own.

A glistening sheen of perspiration broke out on my forehead, betraying the effort of our obscene interaction. The collaborative employment paid off, and another two inch of furry canine hooter were press-fit into my greedy footling cunt. But then, just as I was expecting his knife to resume its lecherous explorations, the Akita pulled back, withdrawing his snout from my twat and leaving me gaping and in a do-or-die state of thwarting. Then I heard Shindo pant a heroic breath and I realized the reason for his natural action. The piteous doggy was unable to breath with his snout deeply buried in the profoundness of my tight wet twat. The Akita's face heaved as he replenished his O supply.

I gazed down at the eye tooth with concern but he appeared to be recovering. Then with renewed vigor he licked the thick froth of bitch cream from his lower jawbone and burrowed his way back into my creamy tunnel of lust. I bit my downhearted lip as he stretched me to new point of accumulation. A strangled moan of passion almost escaped my lips. His gazed up at me with an unquestioning mixture of eye tooth love and lust. His nozzle was buried so deep that his dark soulful center stopped just unretentive of my widely stretched glistening twat lips. trench in the astuteness of my pussy I felt his tongue surge Forth River, wriggling and twisting as it burrowed its way into the far reaches of my grasping wet embrace.

Suddenly I trembled, feeling the tip of his wriggling tongue breach the entryway to a new neighborhood of my body. The oncoming of my orgasm was mental, overwhelmed by the fruition that I had the tip of a blue doggy natural language tickling the entryway to my womb. I barely managed to choke back a delirious scream of ecstasy, throttling it back to a barely audible growl of animalist passion. Then my cunt contracted in a mightily spasm and my coxa bucked in speedy succession, burying even more of Shindo's with child snout in my alarmingly over-stretched twat. I fought a desperate engagement to defend control of my body, lest I fall to the flooring flopping like a fish in the traction of my orgasmic condensation. My knuckle joint turned white as I gripped the edge of the table and hung on in desperation. I bit my lower lip as my keep up orgasm caused my pussy to clench down over and over, grasping at the Akita's deeply embedded snout and tongue. Shindo rode me like an expert, moving with my every buck and twist, unrelenting in his oral attending. My thigh quivered in a mesomorphic cramp as I closed them tightly around the nous of my furry Friend. Finally, with a quiet gasp, I suddenly relaxed as the last of my sexual climax was wrung from the flexing tissue paper of my zany.

Shindo withdrew, panting and desperate for a renewed influx of air. My pussy gaped shamelessly and a seeming river of meld cunt butter poured from my receptive shag slot. The milklike waiver dripped freely and clung to both of my inner second joint in a shimmering coating. I blinked, trying to focus on Frank as he sat in his electric chair, still spirit on his all-important text edition message. A growing puddle of simmering pussy cream grew on the storey between my human foot, but Shindo was quick and eager to lap up all the incriminating evidence.

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

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Dec 6th - Afternoon

After a long cascade and a quick lunch I gathered up my courage and made my way down to Bumper's, the ladies-only gym and spa I had found. I went up to the comeback and told the girl I was thinking about getting a membership. She introduced herself as Lydia, and told me she was the owner. I was impressed since she seemed to be only a few year older than my age of 20. Lydia gave me an in-depth tour. We talked about the respective exercise course of instruction that were offered and she showed me how to use a lot of the weight machines, stationary bicycle, and treadmills. I liked what I saw, and signed up for a six calendar month membership on the office.

I had brought some workout clothes with me, so I went into the locker way and changed. I felt a footling embarrassed, wearing my old"howdy Kitty"sports bra from high school day. But I figured I could buy some new gearing once I got a sense of what was considered stylish around here. Stepping back out of the locker way, I surveyed the vast array of gym equipment, not sure where to depart. There was a Jazzercise family in seance, so I went over to watch, just trying to get a feeling for everything.

As I was standing there, I suddenly felt a presence next to me. Standing to my right hand was a beautiful redhead, dressed in very short circuit shorts and a frayed-out cut-off Rolling Stones tee shirt. She was in her late twenties and stood a couple inches improbable than my five foot five height."I feel like a kid in a candy store,"she remarked, gazing out on the collection of prancing lady friend in an array of fret, shorts and mean yoga pants. I felt a bit self-aware. I was a reduce one hundred and fifteen pounding, but was feeling a bit sonant and wiggly compared to the hard, lean body on presentation in the class.

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

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

"Oh ? Really ?"Maggie replied, looking me up and down."Well ... how intriguing."I gave her a friendly smiling in take, excited to already be making acquaintance."So ..."Maggie continued, bobbing her principal slightly towards the former slope of the gym."You wan na ?"

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

Maggie drifted her aid back to the recitation class for a moment, and then turned back to me."teaser,"she replied."Do you want to come eat my pussy ?"

My lower jaw dropped, thinking I must not take heard her correctly. She saw my look of shock and a red prime of plethora began to crawl up her side."Oh my god,"she stammered."I'm so lamentable ! You're not one of Lydia's girls, are you ? It's just that ... Oh, dammit, it's just that you're wearing that ‘ Hello pool'sports bra ... All of Lydia's girls always wear a pink ‘ hello kitten ’. It's kind of like the occult handshake around here ... So I just thought ... Dammit ! Please, I am so sorry,"Maggie stammered in spooky apology.

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

Maggie bit her lower lip, looking down at the flooring like a gamy schoolgirl, nodding."Please,"she begged,"I didn't mean value anything by it. It was just a mistake, that's all ... Like I said, all of Lydia's girls always wear that ‘ hello Kitty'logotype like you have on, and you're so cute, so I just thought you ..."She looked like she was going to cry.

I felt a unusual notion washables over me, similar to that mother wit of rebellion I had felt when I first let my doggie Shindo lick my panties at the breakfast table. I felt butterflies in my belly as I wrestled with the conflicting persuasion awash in my mind. Taking Maggie's custody in mine, I leaned in close."Shhh ... It's ok."I whispered. A grateful face washed over her.

I paused, fearing that this was one of those potentially magic present moment, and it was balanced on the edge of slipping away forever. I swallowed, trying to gather my courage."I ... ah ... I'm not one of Lydia's ... you know ... girls,"I stammered nervously."But do you cerebrate that ... maybe ... you could teach me ?"I swallowed again, feeling a flush of embarrassment acclivity up my face. Had I just done that ? Had I just propositioned a gay woman at the gym ? Well, I guess that was one way to do an interesting impression right off the bat. I felt my philia beating in my breast as I looked deep into her eye, visually pleading for her to not resist me."Please ..."I urged her in a pleading whisper."Blackbeard me how to ... to eat out your pretty piffling pussy."

A all-inclusive smile crossed Maggie's face and she nodded eagerly, taking my hand in tow and leading me across the gym. After my dog Shindo's astound oral treatment of my pussy this dawn, I certainly had a few ideas in my fountainhead, but resolved myself to letting Maggie instruct me the proverbial ropes.

Reaching the front desk, Maggie asked Lydia in an activated whisper,"Can we get a key to a massage elbow room ?"Lydia looked at us in disarray."A subject of mistaken identity,"Maggie explained, gently tracing her finger across the ‘ Hello Kitty'trope printed across the left wing boob of my sports bra."But we got it sorted out, so now Suzy here is officially ‘ in training ’. You two can speak later and work out the details."Lydia scowled, shooting Maggie a disapproving tone. Then she reluctantly handed over a key, saying nothing. I could distinguish she was not thrilled about Maggie's unsolicited recruiting crusade.

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Dec 6th - Later that afternoon

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

"start time -- with any young woman,"I whispered, running my digit through my wet and matted hair. Lydia gave me a knowing smile, having apparently gotten over her sooner irritation."That little girl is a bit of a squirter,"she acknowledged with a arch grin. I let the understatement stall without further comment, looking down at the wide of the mark, wet splatter of female ejaculation that stained most of the front of my variation bra with Maggie's key signature scent.

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

"I think so,"I acknowledged quietly, trying to brush off my subconscious mind nous as it offered up words like ‘ gay woman, tart, and whore ’. Checking around to see if anyone else was within listening length, I continued."Maggie paid me lx clam. Your cut for anything that happens at the gym is one-third. Anything outside the gym is my own business organisation. If I'm wearing anything with ‘ hi Kitty ’, it means I'm ‘ working'that day. If anyone starts asking nosy doubt, I'm out, and you don't know zip. Oh, and the client is always right."

Lydia gave a slight nod of her head as I recited each point from retentivity."Clever girl,"she praised, gesturing towards my handful of circular with a film of her fingers. I peeled off the to the lowest degree sticky twenty one dollar bill bill for her and tucked the rest into my pocket."Welcome to the gym,"Lydia offered

Just then Maggie strolled by, a give in her gradation and looking immensely satisfied. He gave my ass a playful slap as she passed. She paused, leaning over counter with a rustling to my new ‘ boss ’."That's a prize fiddling cunt, there Lydia. You put that missy and her magic tongue to work for you !"

I blushed fiercely at the compliment and gave her departing image a waving as the front man door banged shut. I turned and headed for the exhibitor, realizing that I was going to need to place in a whole lot more ‘ howdy pot'workout wearing apparel if I planned on presenting a clean appearance for each new customer during the day. But for today there was null to be done but simply muddle through. I went back over to the practice room, seeing what new tending I might attract in the crew of daughter ...

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December 9th - break of the day

frank left betimes this good morning, not having bothered to tell me in advance about a week-long business misstep he had scheduled. I couldn't find the motivation to get up for breakfast, thinking I would just sleep in. But I was awakened with a indulgent canine whine. I turned on the nightstand brightness and there was Shindo, his center just seeable over the edge of the bed, looking at me with an anticipative wag of his tail. The big Akita had definitely become a fan of our new break of the day subprogram and after an inexplicable hold he had come up to see when his dawning breakfast"treats"would be delivered. I groaned and rolled over, reaching out to ease up him a slothful slit on the neck.

The Akita was not appeased with my drive. With an effortless bound, the immense dog leapt up onto the bed, causing the bod to creak under the wallop."Shindo ! Naughty doggie !"I chastised, half-heartedly trying to shoo him back off onto the floor. He resisted and I giggled at the secret plan."Well, at least you came to wish me a glad natal day,"I sighed sadly. I had hoped in vain that Frank might have left a menu, flowers, or a present for my 21st, but found no grounds of any such efforts.

Shindo barked and lunged at me teasingly and we tussled in the cover version. I shrieked in surprisal as I tumbled from the bed, dragging a tangle of covers, pillows, and a barking Akita with me as I fell. Laughing I squirmed to break myself from the gin of the cover wound around my legs. As I struggled to get onto my hands and knee I suddenly felt a grave weighting land on my vertebral column. Shindo wrapped his furry front paws around my defenseless body. I felt something rigid and fleshy urging insistently at the cotton crotch of my panties as the large Akita jostled for position on my upset croupe. I glanced over at the full length mirror on the closet threshold, seeing Shindo mounted on my dorsum. His furry haunches priming against my firm petty panty-clad seat.

He pulled back for a mo and I gasped at the speculate image. The Akita was sporting a huge erection ! It was every bit of eight inch in length, and looked to be as thick as my wrist joint. A foresightful, despicable drop of pre-cum dangled from the fleshy tip. Shindo turned and looked at me in the mirror, our eyes group meeting and lockup in a meaningful telephone exchange. Now I suppose that any respectful girl will tell you that she would take in immediately put a stoppage to this obscene growing. Honestly, I'll believe that when I see it. My hormones were raging from my Lesbian skirmish at the gym over the past several days. I had been too long ignored by a neglectful husband. There wasn't even lots of a moral quandary. One way or another, I was going to get my birthday fuck !

overrefinement against the Akita's body weighting I managed to rise to a kneeling position. Shindo kept his front paws tightly locked around my rib cage, hopping awkwardly on his hind stage as I shifted place. His furry hand clamped possessively around my torso, just underneath my small loyal breast. My pap were perked into rigid little fleshy brown nubs of luxuria. My finger's breadth frantically reached for the waistband of my panties, dragging them down to my knees and exposing my rapidly moistening pussy. With a oink I dropped back down onto my mitt and knees as the huge dog's weight once more settled down onto my back. Shido squirmed, maneuvering himself into property. I wriggled my pelvic arch in invitation. Carefully the Akita maneuvered the tip of his pecker into coalition, finding the opening to my quivering twat and easing himself just inside.

With graceful motion, Shindo pressed himself forward. Nearly half his cock slid into my puss with a scrumptious friction. I groaned with passionateness, clenching my vaginal muscles, causing him to slowly grate to a halt. He issued an excited barque, thrilled to discover that his human female Friend had a wonderfully tight and fuckable twat. He withdrew, fighting against the greedy, grasping embracing of my humid sleep together tunnel. Only the tip of his cock remained embedded as he steadied himself. Then with a forceful passado he thrust up and into me. I met him with a animal reception of my own, urgently rolling my rosehip up and back. I grunted under the impact, my bare ass cheeks flattening as they pushed up tight against his furry haunches. With that vigorous push he was fully hilted, his full round ball sack pressed up tight against my vaginal lips.

He paused, jostling on my rear as he adjusted his posture. Then, as if by reciprocal unuttered agreement, we both built up to a furious yard. He pounded me like a auto, his haunches a fuzz as he thrust and withdrew in a cycle of brutal, punishing shtup thrusts. I moaned like a whore, bucking my hips frantically as I clenched my vaginal muscles, milking the distance of his massive cock. Our sexual coupling was wolf, animalistic, and exactly what I desperately needed. I felt him transfix down harder around my rib John Milton Cage Jr., betraying the urging of his motion. His jaws latched onto a dapple of my long blond tomentum, yanking my foreland backwards and causing me to slew my spikelet downward in response. My hip rolled upward, pressing my quivering slit harder into his loins. My cunt sassing rippled, clasping his pistoning cock in a tight, loving embrace. Vaginal fluids drained from the mingy seal between my lips and his prick. A steady trickle oozed out and splattered down into the panty spanned between my knees. Soaking through the slenderize cottony stuff they began to spread a wet grunge into the pricy Oriental rug beneath me.

Shindo lunged forward and held his position, every final stage throb inch of his massive cock socketed deep in my grateful little pussy. He issued a quiet whine and then I felt his cock knot begin to swell inside my twat. It was the critical moment. If I expelled him now I could justify myself from this punishing sexual encounter. But I knew if I delayed, my luck would be sealed. pussy and canine tooth would be coupled together until he unloaded his bollock into the depths of my womb. There was really only one alternative in the matter. I lowered my boldness to the carpet in a submissive position, pressing my hip back against him hard. The denude cheek of my business firm rump flattened as I ground myself against him. I clenched down tightly with my kitty, making for certain he had no fortune to fly the coop. My naked second joint trembled with expectant lust as I felt his greyback go along to swell. My snatch strained with the monolithic stretching, the lips of my cunt bulging outward around his round, fleshy ground tackle. His knot swelled to its maximum sizing, throbbing ominously within the straining lips of my pussy. I was securely mounted and nix could tell us now.

Shingo let go of my hair and raised his question towards the ceiling. A protracted howl filled the room, accompanied by my tidal bore squeal of passion. I felt his balls pull up tight against the widely splayed back talk of my kidnapping, contracting in a powerful muscle spasm. His shaft swelled alarmingly within the confines of my pixilated little cunt as a thundering load of hot dog cum raced down the length of his shaft. I gasped, feeling him burst forth inside me. A geyser of doggy sperm cell rocketed into my vaginal tunnel, a tidal wave of frothing goo spraying and splattering every last nook and cranny of my quivering pussy. I shrieked, feeling my snatch convulse in a powerful orgasm. My rippling vaginal muscleman clamped down tight on his invading ray, milking him in a powerful grip as his cum cannon unloaded his second eruption into my core.

My orgasm raced through my organic structure. I clenched my teeth as my imaginativeness blurred. My thighs and tummy shivered with lustful delight as my pussy sassing seemed to wriggle with a mind of their own. I even felt my tight little asshole ruck in and out in a rhythmic series of orgasmic contractions, gaping spread and then clenching tightly shut as I shuddered and gasped for intimation.

Shindo thrust again, raising my genu off the base with the strength of his lunge. A third gear outpouring of dog cum was forcefully delivered into my pussy. I felt the finespun tissue paper begin to stretch, filled to the limit with an overstuffing of hammer and cum. The Akita's cock swelled once more, quivering in the grip of my orgasmic vaginal embrace as his musket ball pumped furiously. With no space left within my pussy, his scalding gusher of cum boiled over into my womb, coating my innards with a soothing glaze of his sticky love life potion. I was absolutely full phase of the moon to the brim. Shindo bucked his haunches again, seemingly tireless in his sweat to inject his gooey seeded player into every last crevice of my cunt. But I was finally overloaded. I felt my corporation fashion plate as his cock pulsed, launching ever more foresightful unchewable roofy of churning cum into my cunt. The seal of my clutching twat lips around his throbbing cock gave way and a cascade of frothing cum and vaginal succus gushed forth, splattering obscenely into my sozzled scanty and onto the now ruined imported rug.

Shindo gave one final exhausted jab and more streamlet of our mixed cream drained from my tire pussy. Then he collapsed on my back, both of our position heaving as we desperately fought to recover our intimation. As his breathing finally resumed formula he gave the rear of my neck a series of loving lick. Then he attempted to dismount. I held him business firm, clutching down tightly with the warm embrace of my cosy pussy, not wanting to drop off that grand sensation of fulfillment. He conceded to my desires, resting heavily on my back as his shaft knot slowly subsided in the handle of my vaginal embrace. I felt his mightily spunk lacing and my own acquired his calendar method of birth control, throbbing as a I coupled wolf. After what must have been nearly half an hr his Calidris canutus had finally deflated down to normal size. There was aught I could do to stop over the retirement of his softening pecker as it slithered from my tender cunt. A cascade of viscid fluid poured from my gaping hump jam as he withdrew, adding to the hopeless stain on the rug beneath me. flow of our commix venting oozed down my bare thighs as I basked in the fading afterglow.

Finally I rose, muscles aching from the clumsy situation. I dragged the cum-drenched panties the remainder of the way off my leg and took a long soothing shower bath. I toweled off, feeling my pussy continue to drain. I glanced at my discarded step-in on the floor, soiled wet with dog cum and vaginal goo. With a perverse sense of award I tugged the used step-in back on, wriggling my hips to firmly seat them. The viscid wet private parts paste itself securely to my still tenderize vaginal pitcher's mound. I inhaled deeply, savoring the odour of spent sex as it enveloped me in a heady swarm. And then, throwing on a pair of sweats and an old tee shirt, I went out to the mall, looking to farther expand my inventory of ‘ Hello Kitty'workout wear with some well-deserved birthday shopping.

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December 9th - Afternoon

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

inside, Lydia greeted me at the front desk. I settled up my account with her from the former day, realizing that I had managed to pocket over six hundred dollars yesterday, even after paying out her percentage. It certainly didn't seem like ‘ study ’, I thought with a smiling. The notion briefly crossed my judgement that I was no longer entirely pendant on Frank's money for my existence.

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

"Well, I did marry one,"I offered in an unsure tone. Lydia laughed heartily in response.

But then her expression turned back to the serious. She licked her lip, pausing in an unenviable silence, trying to prefer her words."I've had some ... ‘ special postulation'from some of the gentlewoman at the gym ..."she began, trailing off at the end. I cocked an eyebrow, curious as to what she was tap-dancing around. Taking a mysterious breather, she forged ahead."We used to have a girl here who had a finicky talent that our agiotage guest really miss. She was ... well, she had a bit of ... of an anal retentive fetish. So they were wondering if you ... I mean, no pressing, if that's not your thing, but I just thought I would hurl it out there ..."She stopped there, looking at me expectantly.

I looked back at her, trying to action the scattered data."Do you mean ..."I glanced around nervously even though we were safely in her closed off function."You mean like ... licking girls'... bunghole ?"I inquired in a whisper. My oculus were wide. Why was my nitty-gritty hammering double-time ? I felt a charge of red washout over my face. Lydia nodded slightly, waiting for me to respond.

"young woman do that ?"I replied in bedaze astonishment, trying to guess such a thing."Gosh, ah, Lydia, I don't know ... I mean, I've never actually ... you know ... done that."I replied still in a uneasy whispering.

"Had you ever eaten slit before starting here ?"Lydia inquired with a wink. I shook my head, grinning. My life had been painfully boring and convention until just a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. ago."Well, you're one of those rarefied raw gift when it comes to lapping up cunt. I'll bet that hot little clapper of yours could process its special illusion rimming out a pissed fiddling butthole too."

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

Lydia frowned, trying to figure out how to scoop explain it. Suddenly her expression brightened."Here, I'll display you,"she replied. Stepping to her electronic computer she pulled up the internet and typed in a hunt for lesbian rimming. A cascade of connectedness for delineation and television filled the screen. I gasped at the muckle, holding my manus over my mouth in shock."Pull up that one !"I urged breathlessly as a particularly pretty distich of girl caught my attention. After an in-depth investigation of several videos and numerous picture, Lydia closed the screen, much to my disappointment.

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

I pondered my answer. The money sure was tempting. And I found myself More than a slight intrigued by the idea. But could I bring myself to do it in actuality ? I didn't want to make hope to Lydia and then encounter my skill were not up to the task."I'm just not sure I would be skilful at it,"I confessed."I mean, maybe if one of the girls were volition to let me try to learn ..."

Lydia considered this, her brain working as to who might serve as a willing tutor. As her mental wheels turned, I found my gaze drawn down to the rounded swell of her hips. She was wearing a tight, white miniskirt skirt that hugged itself to the curves of her shapely arse. I subconsciously licked my lip, wondering what wondrous treasure might lay buried deep in the crack of her luscious ass. I could feel my panties begin to wash at the thought. She turned to look at me, not missing the management of my unembarrassed stare. Without a word she reached behind her and tugged down the zip fastener of her chick. The sleek garment seemed to pour down her shapely pegleg, leaving her firm creamy rear end clad only in a narrow thong panty that was wedged tightly into the crack of her ass.

She bent over the desk. I approached her from behind, my heart throbbing in my chest. I knelt down behind her, thinking to myself that ‘ kissing your bosses ass'was rarely performed so literally. With trembling hands I reached up and found the narrow waistband of her thong step-in. I tugged them downward, dredging the thin band out of the crack of her ass. The humble triangular crotch of the scanty peeled slowly off her vaginal mound, trailing shimmering pennon of snatch lubricant that soaked the cottony crotch. She stepped with one metrical foot and then the other as I worked the pantie off her feet. Her mellow heels gave a wonderful lift to her shapely ass as she leaned over the desk. Freed from her step-in, Lydia widened her stance, spreading her firm, tanned legs. Her ass crack gaped open before me, exposing her naked pussy. And there, just a light inch higher, I found the target of my lusty desire.

I had never seen an anus close up before. It was a marvelously cute little feature, framed so perfectly between her creamy whiten can cheeks. The puckered, wrinkled flesh was a pinkish brown. The wrinkles radiated outward from the tightly clutched nitty-gritty, forming a sodding little star-shaped orifice. I knew from the moment I saw it that I was in love and lecherousness.

I leaned in, working my cheek into the deep cleft of her ass crack. I used my hands to spread her cheek, allowing me to delve deeper. Without a hint of reluctance I pressed my sass to Lydia's puckered little pooper. I heard her pant with pleasure as I nuzzled her in an obscene kiss. I let my glossa flicker out, teasing and gently probing the incredibly mingy electrical resistance of her rectal portal. Applying to a greater extent insistency, the battle between my bore tongue and Lydia's fiercely clench little shite socket began ...

... As I finished, Lydia collapsed across the desk with a last orgasmic cramp. My eat up glossa finally pulled from its deeply embedded position in her rectum. Wiping my face and savoring the aftertaste, I watched with satisfaction as Lydia shuddered her way through a series of post-orgasmic twitches."I ... I think you just earned your first-class honours degree publicity,"She offered in a inanimate voice. I flashed a Brobdingnagian grin in response.

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December 10th - Evening

After I left Lydia's post yesterday, she had enthusiastically spread the word that I was now available -- and highly urge -- for ‘ sole divine service ’, to use her terminal figure. ‘ Ass licking'struck me as such a vulgar sounding way to put it, so I liked her sugar-coating term instead. But regardless of what we chose to call it, my schedule for today filled rapidly. I had to make an too soon start to get all the eagre dame worked in. By the end of a very longsighted day, I had seen enough little pink lady rectums up close and personal to last me for a while. But I had well over one thousand dollars in my sac for my crusade, even after paying Lydia her cut.

I drove menage, distracted by the relentless trembling I felt in my ass. I kept thinking of all of those tight little ruck I had spent the day hugging and tonguing out. An expectant grin crossed my facial expression as I pulled into the driveway. I hoped Shindo wasn't too angry with me. I hadn't had time to indulge in our dawn romp with him today, so I thought he might be feeling a bit fail. Well, maybe letting the Akita wriggle his eager tongue up my tight little twitching asshole was just the bonding experience we needed to patch things up.

But my lubricious fantasies came crashing to a stoppage as the garage door rolled up and there was Frank's car. Apparently his business trip had ended early. I cursed my bad luck but put on my substantially shammer grin and greeted him as I came in the doorway. He gave me a disorder wave and went back to the conversation on his phone. An empty container of Formosan take-out sat on the kitchen tabular array. I noted he hadn't bothered to get one for me. Disgusted, I decided to simply point to bed early.

Shindo greeted me in the hallway with a favorable bark. But as I stormed past with my temper building, his tail end drooped with uncertainty. He turned and cautiously followed me up to the bedroom. I tossed my purse onto the bed with an angry motion. The Akita gave a quiet whine of concern and settled down onto the carpet, his point between his front manus with a sad look, watching me.

Suddenly I realized that I wasn't going to let Frank spoil my evening. I had planned for a overnice intimate time with my barker, and darn it, that's what I was going to get. In fact, I found I couldn't charge less that Frank was right down stairs. I reached under my mini skirt and peeled off my sticky-wet panties. I tossed the undies in the direction of the canine and he eagerly began to sniff and bat the drenched and slippy cotton crotch. I discarded doll and sports bra and kicked off my tennis place, leaving me dressed in zip but my pink mortise joint sock.

I sat on the bed and then lay down on my back, my wooden leg draped over the border. I patted my bare thigh and Shindo rose, tush wagging happily. I spread my legs, opening myself as he approached, wondering how I might entice Shindo to lick my ass instead of just my pussy. The big cuspid however had another design in mind. Reaching the bed he reared up with his front line manus, straddling my prone form. I looked down, seeing his immense erection bobbing ominously below his furry belly. The meaty spear was aligned directly with my loins. He thrust forward, his prick finding my wet cunt and sinking easily into its welcoming bosom. I groaned with warmth as he began to stroke in and out.

But somehow it just wasn't enough. It wasn't enough with frankfurter right downstairs, not saying two row to me after returning from his trip. It wasn't enough after a day of unrealized sexual energy at the gym. My stamp lilliputian butthole puckered back and forth, demanding attention. I tried to resist, but the lustful urge was too powerful. I squirmed backwards on the bed, moving away from the rapidly thrusting Akita. He pulled back to cook another punishing fuck-thrust, but his cock slipped from my pussy. throb and glistening wet with my vaginal succus it tucked up smashed under his furry tummy, dripping long strands of my saccharine sexual lubrication. He whined in objection, wondering why his pussy-ride had come to a premature end.

I squirmed back into place. Reaching down, I found and grasped his cock, feeling it quiver in my grip. I rolled my articulatio coxae upward, blindly maneuvering the tip of his doggy prick between my legs. I sighed with salacious anticipation as the fleshy tip of his pecker eased its way into the recessed pregnant chad of my ass. Shindo paused in uncertainty. This didn't smell like girlfriend pussy. He gave an data-based push. My tight little rectal gateway trembled, pulsing in and out as his slippery peter knob increased the pressure. I bit my modest lip, feeling myself begin to dilute. Then suddenly my anus blossomed open and the first few column inch of doggy cock were forced into my tense up dickhead. The Akita looked at me with an amazed aspect on his face. What a terrific discovery to find that human young woman apparently had two pussies he could fuck ! And this sec little fuck tunnel was so often tighter than the first ! He withdrew, leaving just the tip of his cock inside me. Then he thrust again. He plowed deeper and I moaned, spreading my stage wider.

Instinctively I brought my legs up, wrapping them around his furry haunches and crossing my articulatio talocruralis over his low back. This rolled my hips upward, perfectly aligning my quivering little rectal gateway with his thrusting peter. He stroked backwards, a mind-numbing friction burning within my clutching bowels as dog and little girl flesh skimmed in passing. Then he pounded me with a knock-down thrust as I urged him into me with a desperate clenching of my legs. Slowly he ground to a stoppage, the incredible tightness of my anal fuck sleeve rippling along his embedded length. His doggy egg throbbed against my ass and I knew he was fully sheathed inside me.

He stroked out and hammered back in. My thighs rippled with the shake up encroachment. As my nether opening stretched to accommodate him, the Akita began to pick up speed. I uncrossed my legs from his cover, returning them to the bed and spreading myself wide underneath him in capable invitation. He began to piston in and out at a frantic tread. I desperately tried to meet him thrust for thrust with my pelvic arch, but eventually he out-paced me. I simply lay back on the bed, my teeth jarring with every brute full-length interpolation, moaning with mindless rage.

I felt his peter nautical mile set out to swell, stretching my gather lilliputian anus to new attribute as he forced the enlarged organ into my rectal grasp. But then I groaned, stretched to my limit point as he tugged his burl back out of my ass. The Akita was lost in a inane hysteria of butt-fuck luxuria and all that mattered was the joy of each full-depth chance event in and out of my trembling anal embracement. He drove forward and I barely managed to choke back a screech as his rapidly swelling dick knot once again bore down on my tight little bunghole. The Akita scrambled for traction, claws scratching for purchase on the hardwood storey. I felt myself stretched to obscene limitation and then, with a wet ‘ pop ’, Shindo's mi was once more thrust into my rectum. He withdrew and I felt my anal retentive gateway bulge outward. Tears watered in my heart and then I grunted as the Calidris canutus wrenched free of my lustful anal embrace.

Shindo thrust forward again, grinding his knot against the muscular ring of my rectum. My nether opening quivered with the strain as the Akita punched his haunches in repeated try to reinsert himself. I wrapped my ankles back around him, pulling squiffy and grinding my hips in a handbill movement. But despite our combined cause, the knot had swollen to impossibly huge proportions. The canine let out a frustrated whimper, realizing the crucial mistake he had made. He frantically continued to thrust, but the swollen knot was now hopelessly too bombastic and inconceivable to force back into my tight fiddling shit. We would make to pull in due without being tied.

The panting eyetooth pounded into me with eager, lust-filled thrusts. His natural language lolled from his lower jawbone and his side of meat heaved as the passion overwhelmed him. In a final desperate motion he pulled back concentrated on his rooster, perhaps intent on delivering one final brawny lurch in an endeavour to bury his mile in my ass. But as he withdrew, one behind paw slipped on the hardwood floor. Thrown off balance, his throbbing cock slipped free of my rectal cavity.

He regained his footing and plowed forward with his furry haunches. But released from the guiding channel of my anal sleep with tunnel, his rooster snapped upward as he attempted to push back home. I felt the length of his hot spear slip through the parted lips of my pussy. His knot pressed into the hugging embrace of my vaginal folds but the end of his cock skimmed freely on through. I felt his swinging balls contract, pressed up tight against my gawp motherfucker. The large cock shaft swelled and then erupted with a churning fountain of dog cum. The gummy geyser rocketed from the tip of his exposed cock, arching upward as it sprayed between his furry front legs. The syrupy lead seemed to hang in the air and then laid itself down, splattering a heavy messiness that drenched me from tits to expression and lathered itself into my whisker.

The Akita cycled his haunches and thrust forward a sec time, his back curving as he committed every straining canine muscle into the effort. The first thick hose-down of cum was but a foreshadowing of his second exertion. His legs shakiness, the dog unleashed a massive torrent of awkward sperm as if blown from a carom. The initial impact caught me full in the expression, glazing my shocked expression with an oozing frosting that was layered on thick. As the beast followed through with his fuck-thrust his SOB angled higher, launching the heavy pennon of cum above my oral sex. It splattered against the headboard with a wet impact and draped itself in sticky, oozing tracks across the fine silk sheets and pillows at the foreland of the bed.

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

Seemingly appalled at the senseless permissive waste of a monumental shipment of cum, the Akita calmed his frantic step, hoping to put at least some of his churning whitish emission on mark. He paused just a fraction of second in his frantic cycle of fuck-thrusts, squatting downhearted on his haunches as he lunged forward for another attack. His incision hammered forward, driven by an urgent uncoiling of his muscular haunches. Cum launched from his prick, splattering the cutter chassis around my slowly constricting anal gateway, giving me a brief premonition of his impending entry. The tip of his spewing putz shaft made tangency, perfectly centered, and battered its way through any speck of overweight anal retentive resistance without remorse. I moaned, feeling the full length of his tool once again unfold my rectal passage. Cum frothed from his prick as he buried himself up to his knot, soothing the burning friction in my ass with a wonderful finish of his canine love life juice.

My coming flared to living as his pricking was press-fit into my dickhead. I moaned, desperately resisting the itch to oink with lustful rage. My rippling anatomical sphincter muscle clamped down tight on his invading shaft, gripping him in an urgent embrace and pulling him ever deeper. Shindo withdrew, fighting against the powerful milking legal action of my ass. My second joint and tummy shivered with muscle spasm of delight. Then he plunged into my steamy rectal depths once more, prick spewing relentlessly as he cored into me. Hot churning cum coated my inside and I felt as if my orgasmic pleasure was causing me to melt. Hot flashes erupted across my body, causing a glistening shininess of stew to pour Forth River from my hyper-sensitive skin. He thrust once more and I bucked my hips, grinding my teeth with the drive and wanting -- needing -- ever bit of him inside me. His chunk contracted against the quip of my ass as I rolled my hips upward to mirror his motion. Panting, the Akita's cock gushed a final time and I felt my bowels swell with a warm soothing sense experience.

The canine trembled, panting desperately as he held his slowly softening dick in the rippling embracing of my shuddering anal fucking sleeve. Then, almost reluctantly, he withdrew. I quivered with post-orgasmic delectation as the easy friction arose with his departure. With a wet slurp his dog peter slipped from my gaping asshole. Dog cum poured from the open porta as I sighed with satisfaction.

A shower would probably bear been advisable, but I wanted zippo more than to bask the afterglow of these rattling sensations. Shindo curled up on his blanket in the corner as I turned off the luminosity. Snuggling my way into the cum-splattered sheets I dropped quickly off to kip. If Frank noticed anything amiss by the time he joined me in bed, he didn't pain in the ass to make quotation of it.

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December 11th - Morning

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

My world-class client of the day was Abby. She was a midget small brunet and some sort of hot-shot attorney. She always hit the gym early to fluff of a little steam before going in to work. I was more than happy to attend. Abby's thighs draped over my articulatio humeri and clenched tightly around my head as she shuddered through a powerful orgasm. Her muscles strained as she shivered, her fist clenched as she writhed on her back on the massage board. Then she collapsed with a satisfied squeal of joy. Her coxa twitched as I replaced my tongue with my fingers. I gently eased my center finger into the depths of her hot niggling shitter while my thumb wormed its way into the profoundness of her slippery twat. Her hired hand closed gently over mine, urging me recondite. Slowly I twisted my carpus in a sensual, round movement as she purred in answer. She sat up, running her finger through my hairsbreadth and pulling my face to hers. We kissed, tongues wrestling as I shared the taste of her sweetened little ass with her.

Then she released me, collapsing back down onto the mesa. She gave a enceinte suspiration. I wiped her juices from my expression and asked her what was wrong.

"Oh, it's no big thing, I suppose,"she explained."It's just that we have this Great Dane, Herbert Spencer. He's normally a tremendous dog, but, wow, sometimes he just seems bent of causing hassle. You have no musical theme how much bother a huge dog like that can be if he puts his mind to it.

I chuckled, regaling her with some of Shindo's more notorious exploits. She laughed, wondering out meretricious if there was any sort of solvent.

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

Abby looked thoughtful, asking me how I knew. Well, I don't really love how it happened, but one story led to another. Before I knew it, I was spilling my gut to her, telling her every sordid item of my horrid life history with Frank, and even my intimate experiences with my Akita. I half expected her to respond in shock. But then -- only moments before -- I had my clapper wriggling deep in the clutching confines of her rectum. So perhaps her arithmetic mean of my morals weren't all that senior high school to begin with. Embarrassingly, I ended up with my head in Abby's lap, crying as my stories poured out of me while she lovingly stroked my hair.

Finally I rose, apologizing to her for making a scene as I looked down at the floor in pity. She put her finger under my chin, raising my regard to meet hers."I think I might just have a perfectly wonderful root to ever death bit of this,"she promised with a smile.

I tried to get her to excuse, but she asked me to simply trust her. She asked if I could do that. nictitation away the tear, I slowly nodded. We gathered our thing and she led me to the parking lot. She triggered the remote on her key fruit and a white Bugatti blinked its visible light and chirped in response.

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

She shrugged dismissively."One of them,"she replied."My hubby Dillon likes toys."I couldn't help but think that it sounded interchangeable to my husband Frank. But the way Abby looked when she talked about Dillon made me distrust that their relationship was far more positive than my own. We rumbled through the streets, finding our way to an scoop gated subdivision. Crossing through a 2d gate put us on what first seemed like another residential street. But I gasped in awe when the roadway ended in a circular driveway in front of a immense residence. Leaving the car in the driveway, Abby invited me inside. I was overwhelmed. I thought my husband Frank liked his displays of wealth, but we lived like paupers in comparison. Marble statues lined the Brobdingnagian entree hallway, and the walls of the living room were covered with what I presumed to be original kit and boodle of classical art.

Abby and I sat down on the livid leather couch. All of the furnishings were exquisite, but I couldn't help but notice a tattered corner on the matching lounger, its stuffing spilling out onto the floor."Spencer,"Abby explained, rolling her heart. My eyes fell on a huge Great Dane, napping on the flooring behind the president. He gave a otiose thump of his huge tail in reaction and then rolled back on his face to continue his nap. Then she took my mitt in hers, and explained her plan. My eyes went wide-cut as she laid out the details ...

... My heart was pounding as she finished. I bit my lip, pondering this immense change to my life story. Slowly I nodded in agreement. Abby flashed an eager grin."I'm so arouse !"she announced."Now, I will need to hold in with Dillon to defecate sure enough he's ok with this too,"she explained. I waited pensively as she picked up her phone."Dillon, dear, it's me. I'm sorry to incommode you at work, but can your clear an hr from your schedule and issue forth home ? Yes, yes, it's very significant. No, I really can't explicate it over the phone. I'll just have to show you, but I think you'll be thrilled ... OK, Sweets, I'll see you in half an hour. Bye !"She put away her phone."He'll be here at 9:30,"she explained."In the imply fourth dimension, why don't you see if you can't make protagonist with Spencer over there ?"I rose and approached the monstrously powerful Great Dane. He surely weighed in at well over 200 pounds. But the big lug rolled onto his back as I approached, his tail end wagging happily.

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

I was desperate to realize a good low effect on Dillon. I meant to compliment him on what a wizard wife he had, and to rave about his fabulous domicile. Perhaps even say something witty. But alas, all I could manage was a series of stammering groans,"Ugh..ugh..umff."It wasn't exactly my about enunciate moment, but in my DoD, I did ingest twelve inches of Herbert Spencer's soda-can sized dog cock hammering balls deep into my anus like a jack hammer as I lay draped over the armrest of the recliner. Spencer chose that moment to thrust mystifying and knockout with a powerful lurch, causing me to lift up on my toes. I issued a lustful squeal of delight as he embedded his cock knot and allowed the flagitious pipe organ to swell up to obscene dimension inside the clutching reach of my rectal orifice.

"wellspring,"Dillon pondered."Spencer sure seems smite with her. That's a expert reference."The Great Dane howled and unloaded the first of seemingly endless eruptions of hot frothing dog cum into my quivering bowel as I flailed in the adhesive friction of yet another climax. As the profane scene played out, Dillon and Abby sorted out the details.

"She'll be live-in, of course, and will make assorted duty as both your personal assistant and mine,"Abby explained."I've offered her 80,000 dollar per year to pop out. I know, it seems in high spirits, but honey -- my gosh -- the girl has natural endowment, that you'll come to apprize. And as you can see, she's certainly an eager beaver when it comes to throwing herself into her work."

"phone good to me,"Dillon agreed, apparently entirely unconcerned about the money vista."She can own her pick of any of the upstairs bedrooms."

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

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



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December 11th - good afternoon

Abby, as it turned out, was an extremely competent and high-dollar divorce attorney. If you have a marriage that is circling the drain, she's the kind of shark you want in your corner. We discussed the contingent of how to get myself decoupled from my infelicitous human relationship with Frank. She explained how these things can hang back on for years if the fight over money gets ugly. I replied that I didn't want a nickel of his assets, and just wanted this to be over as quickly as possible. That, she told me, would get matter amazingly easy. frankfurter just needed to contract off, and we would be done.

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

Abby gave me a grinning in response."reliance me,"she offered."I know how to deal with the likes of him."She drove me to my house and we picked up Shindo. Other than the Akita and a few personal items, I left everything in the business firm, even tossing my car keys on the kitchen table since the vehicle was titled in dog's name. Then I closed the door behind me and left for the very last time.

The bulk of the afternoon was spent in homework. Abby put together a basic uncontested divorce arrangement, and I attended to early issue per her focussing. By later good afternoon the contract bridge was fired off to hot dog in an email. We didn't have long to wait for a answer. I read his response and began to cry."See, I told you he would be absolutely frightful !"I sobbed, sorting through his evil and profanity-laced answer which promised a protracted legal war. Abby simply nodded, telling me not to worry, and she had expected no less. We put the second share of her plan into action.

Anonymous emails were sent to the"all-staff"address at Frank's piece of work. What text and netmail link I had for his acquaintance and family were also included. Each contained just the issue line ‘ hotdog's Wife ’, and an attached television file cabinet.

The video file was a quality art object of employment. Dillon had some excellent picture recording geartrain, and Abby seemed a natural with the camera. She captured me from every angle, naked and enthusiastically enjoying a vigorous double-penetration from both Shindo and Spencer. Spencer lay on his back as I straddled him with my pussy. Shindo brought up the behind -- as it were -- pounding my upturned stern with every inch of his wonderful doggy cock. A frothy dual cream pie filling brought the video to a rousing climax. phonograph needle to say, several hundred copies of the video served to hold the steam out of frankfurter's lust for a fight to keep me. I didn't even give care about the personal plethora. The signed divorcement report popped into Abby's In-Box within the hour, and that, as they say, was that.

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