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Part 3

It was over twenty minutes before Norman released me and then he had another few minutes cleaning me there with his tongue. When I led him back into the pen he walked almost cockily and the other dogs barked excitedly and tried to push there way through the gate to me. I must have smelt like a bitch in heat.

I spent the next half hour watering and feeding all the dogs before going back into the house to shower and clean myself up to get ready for work. My part time helper Rick would come by, let the dogs out in the yard to play, and clean up. Rick had become a good friend to me as well especially since hubby's death.

I drove into the library parking lot, struggled to park my big red SUV in the one empty small space reserved for staff. As I got out the car I noticed a small wet patch on my seat. I was still leaking dog cum. Retrieving a tissue from a box in the shelf under the dash I cleaned it up and made straight for the bathroom.

The library building was reasonably modern as it was extensively renovated in 1994 after Hurricane Andrew vented his wrath on us here. I never liked the older building much and this was no improvement. The stereotype and clinical bathroom felt cold and unwelcome as I shot into a cubicle, pulled up my skirt and took off my sopping wet panties. I shoved them down into my bag, stuck a tissue up into my twat and pulled down my skirt. Washing my hands, staring at myself in the mirror, applying some more lipstick and smoothing down my hair I thought I didn't look nearly 40. Just 30 I thought. Nah. Older. But not THAT old!!!!

I was the last in even though it was only just 8:30am and another half an hour before we let in the public. I was scheduled to be on the front desk today but before I could settle myself down there, Trevor the Lecher, leered at me. He was 29 and thought he was Brad Pitt but to me he could be Christopher Lee!!

“Mary wants to see you as soon as you get in,” he said. “She seems to be in a very bad mood. Have fun.”

I grimaced and then smiled sweetly. As I walked to her office I thought I could feel all eyes on me. What did they know? Nothing I hoped. Couldn't be the dog thingie. Maybe they suspected Mary and my relationship? It had been going on for a long time even though we had been very careful.

Her secretary, Barbara the body guard, glowered at me as I walked up.

“She's waiting for you. She must have got out the wrong side of the bed this morning. Go on in.”

“Oh, God.” I thought. I know I have been avoiding her and now it was the day of reckoning. I knocked and walked in.

She glanced up from her reading as I entered her office. It was as dull and gloomy as her apparent mood. Bare wooden floor, shelves filled with books, papers and more books strewn on the floor and two dark green filing cabinets that had seen better days. I stood in front of her, reminding myself of the number of times I had stood before a similar forbidding desk complete with head teacher.

She got up and made for the door and opened it.

“We are not to be disturbed under any circumstances !” she yelled at Barbara. She came back but not before locking the door.

Her long brown skirt swished against her legs. She was plump and her hair was already gray, tied back into a bun by a long plastic grip. She had two small diamond studs in her ear lobes and a “regulation” white blouse that showed clearly the white bra holding up her ample bosom. Her face was heavy with makeup and as she came behind me I could smell the Chanel perfume she had dabbed on her person. When her lips nuzzled against the back of my neck and her hands cupped themselves around my 38D breasts I gave an intake of breath. It was unexpected. I stayed still and let her fingers fondle them before they plucked at the buttons on my blouse, pushed up my bra and freed them from their constraints. They burst out, my nipples grew hard and that familiar tingle ran down to my pussy and my knees felt weak. She kneaded my breasts as if they were bread dough, her lips and her teeth now at my neck. She pulled me around and her lips were on mine. My mouth opened in time with hers and our tongues searched inside and pushed and probed. A hand crept up under my skirt and there was an approving sigh as she found there were no panties barring the way. Then a finger found the tissue.

She pulled the tissue down and out. It dropped onto the floor. The finger pushed hard into my sex.

“My goodness!” She exclaimed. “You're sopping wet.”

He pulled out her finger and let me go. She examined it, wet and glistening with doggie sperm. She smelt it and then licked it with suspicion. She sat down and indicated for me to take the other vacant seat. As I did I started to pull my bra down but she stopped me.

“No. I like looking at them. Now, what the hell have you been doing?”


To be continued

Thanks for your new instalment. :)

It's a pleasure iwont. I will post the next one tomorrow..

C xxx

And I'll be waiting with cock in hand EH :inlove: :whistling: :whistling: :devil2:

Very nice chapter. thanks for sharing, trax

Things are starting to get very interesting. How's she going to explain this to her lover? Please continue writing. Thank You.

Thank you again for the wonderful comments.

Part 4

I felt my face grow red. I swallowed twice and tried to say something but nothing came. Mary stared at me. I finally lowered my head and stared at my hands in my lap. I felt more embarrassment as I felt some more dog cum trickle from my pussy now it was free from the tissue. I prayed silently it wouldn't stain the material on the seat of the chair.

“Let me make it easier for you.”

Her words made me sit bolt upright. She must know about the dogs. But how?

She opened the top drawer of her desk and pulled out a white invitation envelope and took out the contents. Two cards. She examined them, fingered them, finally dropped one on the desk and looked at the other.

“This is an invitation to your 40th birthday. On Saturday. For both Fred and I. Thank you. We, of course, will be delighted to attend. However, I was surprised to see that the venue is at 'Alice Cornwall's Residence, Faolan, Lakeside Drive, Coral Gables.' Who is Alice Cornwall?”

“A f-f-friend.” I stuttered.

“A very fancy friend if she lives there. Is she the reason you have been avoiding me and missing our Thursday date?”

I said nothing but gave an almost imperceptible nod. She saw it.

“I see. And I suppose tomorrows tete a tete is also out because of this woman?”

“No.”

For a moment she looked pleased.

“I can't see you tomorrow but not because of Alice. My boys are arriving . They are down for a few days from college. To attend my birthday. I have to meet them.” I explained hurriedly.

“Ah. The twins. I am looking forward to meeting them again. They are very handsome. I expect they break many hearts.” She looked down at the invitation again. “And what are they going to wear?”

She could see I looked puzzled.

“It says hear that it is to be a fancy dress party. Mandatory. Costumes will be supplied. The theme is animals.”

I was flustered.

“I didn't know.” I finally muttered.

“You never read your own invitation card?”

“No. I left it all up to Alice.”

“I am dying to meet this Alice who has such a hold on you. How and when did you meet her?”

I sat back in the chair. How much should I tell her? My thoughts went back to that fateful morning six weeks ago when she walked into the library. I had been putting books onto the shelves when that beautiful sensual voice stopped me.

“Hallo, Dodie. It is you, isn't it?”

I turned around and I dropped the books in my hand. It was her!!!

When I was fourteen, at school, M/s Cornwall was my English teacher and I loved her. I adored her. I had, along with others, a school girl crush on her. I would find myself staring at her and hardly paying attention to the lessons. Sometimes I would find her gaze fixing itself on me and my heart would stop and I would break out in a sweat. I would fantasize about her. Not sexually. That would come later. I would dream I was in her company and she was teaching me. just me. I wanted to be hers and hers alone. She was in her late twenties, tall, slim, with long almost black hair. Hardly a bosom, and she wore dresses and tops with almost plunging necklines that showed just a trace of a cleavage. But it was her voice, her face and her eyes. her eyes. They were green, like a cat, and they seemed to mesmerize and penetrate me as if she could read every thought in my mind and peer into my very soul. For two years I sat in her class and she hardly ever spoke to me for which I was grateful. I would have stuttered and acted like a half wit but I worked hard on the homework she gave us hoping for an 'A' but the most I got was a 'B'. Always a 'B'. The hurtful thing was I knew my work was better than the ones whom she gave an 'A'. I strove even harder. It was only on that last day. The last day at college when I thought I would never see her again she rewarded me with the 'A'. It wasn't just an 'A'. There was a plus to it. She handed me my paper with the magic letter, bending over me. I smelt her perfume. It had a musk smell but with something else I couldn't discern. I noticed she was wearing a collar, almost like a dogs but finer and there was a black charm attached to it in the shape of a wolf. She placed her hands on my shoulders and whispered in my ear.

“Well done, Dodie.”

Then she was gone and I never saw her again until just before my marriage when I was nineteen. I was with John and we had been to the theater. I was waiting outside for him to collect the car as we had to park it quite a few blocks away. I had wandered a little on the sidewalk to the corner when I heard a woman's laugh. I froze and ducked into the doorway of a nearby restaurant. It was Alice. I had recognized that laugh. She was with another woman and they were holding hands. I also noticed she was pregnant. The big lump showing prominently on her belly. The other woman actually touched it. She stroked it with both her hands. Then she draw Alice to her and they kissed. Openly in the street. A kiss, very passionate. Their mouths locked together for ages. Some passing cars actually hooted but they took no notice. They continued their kiss. Finally they stopped and locked hands again and walked towards me. I shrank even closer into the doorway trying to make myself invisible. I did not venture out until they had walked past. I saw John's car approaching and I flagged him down just as they turned around. Alice looked directly at me. I felt I had become a stone statue as I gazed back at her. Her hand moved up to her face, her fingers touched her lips and she blew me a kiss. Then she turned away and the pair walked away up the street.

“Jump in. What's keeping you? I can't hold the traffic up.”

John's voice draw me back from my trance and I got into the car. We didn't speak and that night as I lay in my bed beside him I imagined it was Alice kissing me – not him. When he lay atop me I imagined it was her. When he penetrated me I imagined it was her pussy grinding itself and pushing into me. It was her hands on my breasts not John's. As John orgasmed I did too. My biggest. I clung to him but it was Alice I was clinging too. John commented it was the best sex we had ever had together and promised it would be even better after we were married. It wasn't.

Now Alice was here. In the library and she had remembered my name.

To be continued

Many thanks Collie your story kome always better. I give you a 10 :blush:

Very good. :D :D :D
The plot thickens. :o :o :o
Carry on our depraved :devil2: hostess. :pinch: :pinch: :pinch: :P

Another chapter that leaves us all wanting more. Please continue writing. Thank You.

Another great tale from Collie, a Ten.............thanks!

excelent story ^^ been looking forward to a new Collie99 story for ages :)

Thank you again for the comments and tens. No sex in this one but it sets the stage and a clue....

Part 5

“M/s Cornwall!” I blurted out.

The noise of the books dropping and my exclamation resulted in a number of lloks for the public and staff alike. There was even a couple of “Shush!”

“Call me Alice.”

She lead me to a quite corner of the library behind one of the tall bookshelves, leaving the dropped books lying on the floor.

“When and where can we meet?” She inquired.

“I'm free from 2 o'clock. Half day. The coffee shop next door.”

She nodded and was gone. I returned to my work. Trevor had retrieved the books, holding them out to me whilst his head watched Alice's receding back.

“Now, that woman has class. A little too old for my taste, but I'd give her one if she asked me nice.” His voice smirked. “Who is she?”

I snatched the books from him, walked away and didn't bother to answer.

The rest of the morning and lunch time passed so slowly. I was almost in a dream and was pleased I had only menial tasks. Even so, I messed those up. Thankfully 2pm came and I shot out of the library building like a bat out of hell with my heart bumping and pulse racing. She was already there. Sitting by the window in the coffee shop and talking to the young, pretty waitress. She smiled and waved me to the adjacent seat. I ordered coffee and an almond biscotti. She had ordered the same.

“How are you coping?” she surprisingly asked me. “It is two years since John's death.”

“I'm OK.” I replied. “How did you know?”

“I was there. At the funeral. I saw and felt your pain. I cried with you.”

“You were there? I never saw you. Why?”

She looked hard at me. Her eyes were unblinking. She took my hand in hers. Her touch was like an electric shock.

“You didn't see me because I didn't want you to. It was not the time nor place to intrude. As to why.” She shrugged and left my question unanswered. It didn't matter.

“You have two fine boys. They have their father's looks and your sexuality. You are very sexual, Dodie. You just don't realize it. You have kept it hidden. Especially from your late husband. Even from your female lovers, like Mary, your boss.”

“How do you know about that? Who told you? Have you been spying on me?”

I released my hand and looked out of the window. There were lots of people. Some peered at me as they passed the window. I looked quickly back at Alice who was smiling.

“Spying?” She mused. “Perhaps one might call it spying. You interest me. You have always interested me, even when I first taught you at school. I apologize if it has upset you. Perhaps I should leave?”

“No. Please stay. It's alright. I didn't know I interested you. I should be flattered. I am flattered.”

It was my turn to hold her hand. I held it tightly in case she did decide to leave although she had given no physical indication that she would carry out the threat.

“I'm in love with you, Dodie. I have been searching for you. I found you when you were just fourteen. I couldn't have you then but I have waited. All these years. I know my words don't shock you. Do they excite you?”

My goodness. She could read my mind. I felt my cheeks flush red. At that moment the waitress brought our coffee and biscuits. She left with a smile putting the bill down on the table. I poured a little milk into the coffee and stirred in some sugar. Alice sipped at hers as it came. I drank a gulp of mine, almost choking. I hastily nibbled on one of the biscuits.

“I am waiting for an answer, Dodie. It is important to me.”

I put the biscuit down and returned her gaze.

“Yes, Alice. You excite me. I have never forgotten you. You penetrate my dreams. You also frighten me. When I saw you that night near The Playhouse, with a woman. You were pregnant. You kissed her. You knew I was watching. I wished and dreamed I was that other woman.”

“Good. When we leave here you can follow me to where I live. I will point out my car. I know yours. I will make sure you don't lose me. If you don't follow me you will never see me again. However, if you do choose to, you and I will be inseparable. You will do everything I tell you to do and I will show you a world you will never have dreamt existed. It must remain secret to just a chosen and trusted few. Others will think you depraved. You must not think of others. Think of yourself. Your feelings and how wonderful life now is. If it feels good. It is.”

An hour later I was inside her home. Palatial was hardly an adequate word and my life of depravity had begun.

To be continued