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By HanSolo
Sandys curiosity has been opened up and she wants more
The morning light was an unwelcome intrusion through my bedroom window, pulling me from a night of restless sleep, my mind haunted by the memories of yesterday with Harry. The mix of shame, curiosity, and an undeniable thrill had me tossing and turning. Today, I decided, I would explore this curiosity further, driven by both trepidation and an emerging excitement.
I dressed with purpose, slipping into my uniform – the polo shirt with my business logo, and chose a short, flirty skirt, the fabric teasing against my skin, a constant reminder of my choice to go without underwear. As I ate breakfast, my mind was not on the food but on the day ahead, on Harry. I went through the motions of feeding and watering the dogs in the kennels at home, my hands moving automatically while my mind was already at Harry’s house.
Once the morning dog walks were completed, I drove towards his home, my heart pounding with each turn of the wheel, the anticipation building. I parked outside, took a deep, steadying breath, and walked up to the door, my finger trembling slightly as I pressed the doorbell. Mr. Jenkins answered, his face lighting up with his usual warm smile, unaware of the storm brewing within me.
“Morning, Mr. Jenkins, here for Harry’s visit,” I said, managing to keep my voice steady.
“Ah, Sandy, thank you. He’s been a bit restless today. Have fun!” Mr. Jenkins replied, stepping aside to let me pass.
Inside, Harry greeted me with his typical enthusiasm, tail wagging, eyes bright with recognition. “Hey, buddy,” I said softly, guiding him into the garden for a brief romp. My eyes tracked his movements, but my mind was on what would happen once we returned inside. After some time, I called him back, my heart racing as I closed the door, sealing us in our little world of secrets.
“Come here, Harry,” I whispered, sitting down on the cool kitchen floor, my skirt naturally lifting, revealing my intentions. Harry, sensing the shift, trotted over, his nose sniffing with curiosity. I positioned myself on my hands and knees, feeling the familiar chill of the tiles against my skin, my body already responding to the anticipation of what was to come.
“Come on, boy,” I murmured, my voice low and inviting, almost coaxing. “Let’s see if you remember yesterday.” Harry didn’t hesitate; he leaped up, his paws landing on my back, his weight now a familiar pressure. “Good boy,” I cooed, my voice a mix of encouragement and dark excitement.
His cock found its place with ease this time, the slickness from my own arousal aiding his entry. “Oh, fuck,” I gasped, feeling him push inside, the pointed tip of his cock stretching me open, the sensation of fullness overwhelming. “You like that, don’t you, Harry?” I whispered, my voice husky with desire.
There was no shock this time, only a rush of adrenaline and the thrill of the forbidden. I felt him, every inch, as he thrust into me, his cock stretching my pussy, the sensation of being filled by him both alien and exhilarating. My moans were soft but filled the room, each one a testament to my surrender to this moment.
“Fuck, Harry, just like that,” I gasped, the vulgarity of my words adding to the intensity, urging him on. I pushed back against him, meeting each thrust, my body craving the climax that was building. The rhythm was intoxicating, his cock sliding in and out, the friction sending waves of pleasure through me. The first orgasm came quickly, washing over me like a wave, my body shuddering, my hands gripping the tiles as pleasure coursed through me, my pussy clenching around his cock.
“God, yes,” I moaned, feeling my body react, the pleasure almost too much. But this time, I didn’t want it to end there. I was more relaxed, more open to the experience. “Don’t stop, boy, keep going,” I encouraged, my voice laced with lust.
Harry continued his relentless pace, and I felt the second build-up, my body now in tune with this forbidden dance. His cock was hard, hot, every vein felt as he moved inside me. “Feel that, Harry? You’re making me come again,” I whispered, my voice thick with arousal. When the second orgasm hit, it was deeper, more encompassing, my moans louder, my body shaking with the force of it, feeling my pussy squeeze him with each wave of pleasure.
I knew there was one more left in me, my body now greedy for every sensation. “Just a little more, boy,” I encouraged with soft, husky words. “Let’s make this one count.” And then it hit – the third orgasm, the most intense yet, leaving me gasping, my vision blurring with the force of it. The sensation of his knot locking us together, the pulsing of his ejaculation filling me, it all felt like an extension of my own pleasure. I could feel each pulse of his cum, hot and thick, as he continued to pump, my pussy milking him.
“You feel so good, Harry,” I panted, feeling the knot stretch me further, the fullness almost overwhelming. “Keep going, don’t stop,” I urged as he thrust a few more times, his cum continuing to spill into me.
When he finally withdrew, there was a distinct pop, followed by the warm spill of his cum down my thighs, creating a mess on the floor. I sat back, catching my breath, my mind a chaotic blend of guilt, excitement, and a new, raw understanding of my desires. I did it again… and I wanted it, every bit of it.
I cleaned up mechanically, my actions on autopilot while my thoughts raced. I looked at Harry, now lying down, his panting slowing, his tail giving a lazy thump on the floor. “What am I doing?” I whispered to myself, the question hanging in the air, questioning not just my actions but the new desires that had awakened within me.
“Did you enjoy that, boy?” I asked Harry, half in jest, half in earnest, knowing he couldn’t answer but feeling the need to vocalize my thoughts. “What does this make me?”
Leaving Harry’s house, I felt as if I was leaving behind the Sandy I knew, stepping into a new, uncertain territory of self-discovery and possibly self-destruction. The van logo, once a proud emblem of my ambition, now seemed like a secret mark only I could read. I drove back to my daily routine, but the day was different, colored by the intensity of what had just transpired.
In the days to follow, I knew I’d have to confront these feelings, these actions. Would this be a one-time exploration, or was it the beginning of something I couldn’t control? My job, my identity, everything felt upended by this new, dark curiosity. I couldn’t shake the thrill, the taboo, nor could I deny the part of me that craved more.
As I pulled up at home, the kennel dogs barking in welcome, I realized that today was not just another day in my entrepreneurial journey; it was a pivot point, a moment where I had to decide if I could reconcile this new side of myself with the Sandy everyone knew, or if I’d have to forge a new path, one filled with shadows and secrets. Each bark, each wag of a tail seemed to echo my internal turmoil, my future hanging in the balance between the world I knew and the one I was stepping into.
I spent the rest of the day in a haze, my mind replaying every moment, every sensation. I knew I had to think, to plan, to understand this new part of me. The dogs I cared for, the business I had built, it all seemed intertwined now with this secret life, this new craving for something so taboo yet so exhilarating.
The night fell, and with it, the weight of my decisions. I lay in bed, the darkness offering no answers, only more questions about who I was becoming. Would I continue down this path, or would I revert to the Sandy everyone knew, the one who loved dogs but in a way that was pure, simple, and understood? The night was long, and my sleep, when it came, was filled with dreams of Harry, of pleasure, and of the unknown future waiting for me.
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