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Dog Bitch to Gloryhole Hooker

... inside, but I wasn't going to let her off the hook that easy. She confessed that she was super horny and she'd do anything I wanted right now as long as I would fuck her. I told her I was glad she would do anything I wanted because right now I wanted her to go into the bookstore with me. Later she would be allowed to come. We entered the front of the store and made our way past the racks of dusty prebagged magazines and cheap, plastic sex toys. She giggled, still d***k. She whispered in my ear that she was running down her leg. I could hear the vibrating bullets buzzing inside her ass from a couple feet away in the quiet of the bookstore. I doubt anyone else would have known what it was and they would have had to strain to hear it, but I could see the effect they were having on my wife and how distracted she was getting. She whispered in my ear, "I wanna fuck right now!" I teased her a little, "Yeah? How bad?" I lifted the back of her coat and played with her clit. She was having trouble concealing what was going on now. "Please! Let's go somewhere and fuck!" Instead, I told her to request a booth in the back. I knew she didn't need to ask anyone, but the look on the clerk's face was worth it. I told her to ask for the deluxe room specifically. She was embarrassed but if she knew what the deluxe room was for, she'd never have the nerve to ask for it. The clerk looked over at me not sure if she was joking, but once I gave him a smile and a nod he started to look at her ...

... differently. He directed her to the back and watched her with a smirk as she teetered off. We found the back hall and made our way to the open door. All of the rooms here looked through a one way mirror into a central room that was wired to record video of anything that happened within it's mirrored walls. Every night there was a different theme. I made sure that we were here specifically for tonight. In the center room was a chair and a big fucking dog. Her jaw dropped when she saw the giant Mastiff in the adjacent room sitting next the empty chair obediently. I could see her mind racing to come up with any other scenario than the one in her head for what was meant to happen in the room. Then, her d***ken realization that ours was the only room it connected to. "Oh my god! I'm not doing that! I couldn't!" She didn't stop staring at the big canine though... I told her that I wasn't going to make her do this. I wouldn't order her to do it, but I also wasn't going to fuck her. She noticed the cameras in the big room, there four or five mounted to the walls, and I showed her the paper bag she could wear over her head with eye holes cut out. She visibly squirmed where she stood, staring out at the big dog; the tempting taboo and key to her release. I didn't know whether it was the humiliation of the bag or the buzzing beads throbbing inside her, but I knew she wasn't just wavering from being d***k. I knew my wife was so horny that it would only take a little push now. "Tell you what, ...