I had not seen him before since he was sitting back to me in the dining room.He settles on a stool next to Murielle. He orders an old Armagnac. We pre...ent ourselves and start discussing about everything and anything. Suddenly, Murielle leaves her stool and slips into my arms, which hugs me. I’m so happy. She whispers sweet words in my ear. I am too glad, proud to show my wife’s love to those who surround us and especially to this man who keeps watching us. Suddenly she whispers: “This guy has. " I settled back with a nice smile as he set to work on my aroused pussy. I had given Andrea a few nice orgasms but I was left out in the cold. It was worth it for my freedom. Josh however was going to have to pay though.He started out rather poorly. I guess those school girls he'd been fucking weren't as demanding. A male will do just enough to blow his load and no more. Soon though I had him on the right track and he was eating me the way I had trained him. It almost brought me to tears. His. I was preparing him to be a steady fucker of Lane's mouth.I let Lane's dog fuck my mouth this way a couple more times that night and by the third time I pretended to be asleep and he just came over, mounted my face and did it all without my help. Lane commented that my breath was terrible the next day. He even called it dog breath. How fitting.The next night the dog seemed to be getting anxious towards night time. I made sure to break out a six pack of good beer so that Lane would be out for. .Short story one: The Rich White Brat.I use to have a condo on the northside of Chicago near Milwaukee and Damen, which is considered a hip part of the city. I was literally walking distance from all the major bars and restaurants, which was good in case I was too drunk to drive home. One Thursday night, I was in a frisky kind of mood so I headed up the local pick up bar "Borderline". Fellas when I say "pick up bar" this place was a fucking meat market, wall to wall white pussy. The weekends.