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Her eyes widened as she jolted up. A prick on her thigh followed by gush of air pressure rang like fire alarm in her mind. Numbness spread through her body in seconds. Miar collapsed on the bed next to Alejandro when he pushed her off of him. Darkness crept around the edge of her vision as the old man leaned over to look at her. "H-how?" she croaked before her consciousness faded. My given name is Deepti, my family name doesn't matter as I have no family after they cast me out and disowned me. If you know Bollywood then many would say I look like Deepti Bhatnagar in the height of her fame, if you don't know Bollywood then shall we just say I am of pure Indian blood. My name means the "the last ray of hope when all hope is lost," and in telling you my story you are my last ray of hope and this is how it came to be. It began over 20 years ago when I was 18 and got married to a much older man in a marriage arranged by my parents, as is the way in India. We settled near to Kokilaben Dhirubhai Ambani Hospital Big Tits in Mumbai, where my husband Vivaan worked as doctor and I stayed at home hoping that one day we might be blessed with children. Sadly that was not to be as my husband worked long hours and was often tired when he returned home and showed little interest in sex. Sure he made token attempts and I tried my best as a dutiful wife to become pregnant saying devotions to Kama Deva for sex and procreation, I even laid my head on the genitals of Unmatta Bhairava, but nothing worked. Eventually we stopped trying and 10 years ago sex stopped altogether as my husband would work long hours leaving me alone in our comfortable house. I sought solace online by learning to use the internet and getting my husband to buy the latest computer so that when he was working I could scour the web for sex. As time went on my searches became more debauched and I moved from just plain male / female web sites to more & more extreme sites. I had no access to sex toys but had a variety of thums up soda bottles that partially satisfied my needs, ranging from the small through to the large family bottles when my urges became too much. I would often wander the house naked parading myself in front of the mirror, examining my body critically from every angle, wondering if it would please an unknown lover. Sometimes cursing as I wondered why my husband could not get an erection and satisfy my needs, was I that ugly? I could not divorce him as the shame and stigma would have been too much for both myself and my family and taking a lover was fraught with the dangers of discovery, I was well and truly trapped. At my pleading my husband, against his better judgement, had bought me a scooter which allowed me to nip through the crowded streets of Mumbai, often with reckless abandonment to at least feel the rush of air on my face giving a flash of freedom. I would of course be properly dressed in my sari ensuring that the hem was correctly pulled over my head and face as a married woman. I drove for miles leaving the city behind me and heading to the beach or secluded woods where I could indulge in my guilty, but so pleasurable sin, I loved to be naked outdoors. The pure rush of joy mixed with the fear of being discovered was such a heady combination as I would unwind my sari until I was completely naked. Then I would lie on my back, crawl on all fours, dance in the sunlight, rejoicing at the sheer freedom of it all, often touching myself and bringing myself to a climax. It was last May that I took the step that led me to where I am today, five months with no rain and even in Mumbai the heat and humidity had become unbearable. I had travelled far to the north of Mumbai crossing Manori Creek into Uttan and then headed to the coast, a journey of less than 40km but in the madness we call the roads could often take 2 hours. I knew there were deserted and secluded areas where I could strip and bath naked in the sea without detection. When I arrived at my secret spot I had to leave the scooter and clamber through the rocks to the beach and there the sea shone like a pool of liquid silver and the sun shone so brightly it caused shimmers to rise from the sand. Stripping quickly I rushed to the sea and plunged into the refreshing water delighting in how it caressed my naked skin like the touch of the lover I yearned for. Leaving the water, I spread my red sari like a blanket under me and laid on the sun letting its rays caress me and dry me. As I felt the warmth tickle my skin I couldn’t help but touch, picturing a lover in my mind as I closed my eyes and gently rolled each nipple in turn before sending my fingers lower in search of my slit. Planting a sole of each foot on the ground I opened my knees wide as if inviting the sun to penetrate my inner regions and holding my pussy lips apart with one hand I rubbed my clit with the other causing me to moan and writhe as the sensations washed through me. Not wanting to stain my sari I rolled over and got onto all fours, arching my ass to the sun, like I was offering myself to be fucked by it. Resting my breasts and shoulders on the ground I arched my ass up and reached under and back with my hand rubbing my nub, wishing I had something bigger to satisfy my needs. I glanced between my legs and that is when I saw them. Just on the shore line were two black dogs, whether they were strays or domesticated I could not tell but as they approached cautiously, drawn by the scent I could see they were both males. It was then that in my height of sexual frenzy I made my lust fuelled decision. This was something I had fantasised about, something I had talked about online, something I had bought myself to many orgasms imagining, I was ready to become a dog slut. Reaching into my purse I pulled my phone from my bag and looking at the dogs framed by my inner thighs with my natural pubic hair clearly showing I clicked a picture for posterity and then remained there waiting. I didn't have to wait long before my patience was rewarded as the smaller of the mature two dogs sniffed a few times, his cold wet nose sending shivers through me. Then came the moment that asses made me realised I was to be hooked on dog cock for ever. I woke two a clock in the night and just had to use the dildo. Cindy responded with a strong hug of her own. His wife wore a strapless white dress Big Tits with black and white stiletto ankle shoes, her legs, arms, and shoulders already bare. As it hardened, he drove it deeper down my throat with each thrust. My cock is even harder from the turn on of licking and kissing her arse and I wonder how much longer I can hold out for as she slowly and expertly lowers and slides her cunt onto my erection while supporting herself on her hands. “I'm...” I swallowed. I’m nervous too. I wrung out every drop of cum as he groaned above me. Our bodies heaved together as we shared our pleasure. Jessamine laid on Holly gasping, Jessamine got onto her knees mature and muttered “my turn.” Jessamine began to kiss her way down Holly. Oh no. asses