You hear people talking all the prison term about finding their soul-mate, about finding that one person who completes them, and usually, they're referring to another man or char. In my case, my soul-mate was not even human being ; my soul-mate turned out to be a large five-year-old German Shepard. He was a very handsome animal with a large muscular body, midst, sheeny brown/black/cream colored fur, dark, intelligent eyes, unsubtle muzzle, and when aroused, unquestionably a strong, demanding alpha male. His name was Bruno.

I didn't like him at first, feeling intimidated and a bit afraid of him, but those touch changed over time.

I don't have sex how to explain in a way that you would understand, that Bruno, on some animal level, could"interpret me,"understood what I wanted and needed. Perhaps it was just my imagery, but sometimes I actually felt Saint Bruno behaved and had the emotions and even sexual perceptiveness of a human male.

What is it ? What's the word for projecting human quality and behavior onto a pet ? Is that what I was doing ? Whatever the condition is, that's what it was like between my dog Bruno of Toul and me.

I know it must sound crazy to some multitude, but good or bad, right or wrong, I guess in a way, I became his squawk and have never regretted it.

*****

I was xix, and Michael was twenty-five. I met Michael through a friend, and the same night we met, after having way too much to drink, I had sex for the first clock time. Though he seemed pleasant, intelligent, and generally a nice person, I was still sorry I had given my virginity to a guy a barely knew.

That having been said, my now boyfriend Michael and I dated for almost six calendar month before he started talking about our moving in together. I had fallen in dear with Michael by then, and after a bit of convincing, I'd given in and said okay, I'd move in with him.

I was excited about the move. Michael, along with his dog Bruno lived in his parent's old house that had been turned over to him when they moved to Florida. It was a lovely big home with more elbow room than the two of us could induce ever taken advantage of. Michael's had had Bruno since he was a pup. Bruno was a huge German Sam Shepard, and though he probably out weighted me by at least 75 lbs, he was as fresh and cuddly as a chemise bear, and I enjoyed his society. If Michael had to work at dark, Saint Bruno would curl up on the floor at the foot of the bed and wouldn't roll off until I had fallen asleep. Sometimes if I felt skittish being in that big theatre alone at dark, St. Bruno would start up on the bed and stretch out behind me, his massive mind resting on my thigh or snuggling against my back, variety of spooning.

When I let him sleep on the bed with me, once or twice I'd awakened during the nighttime to find him humping against me, but I wasn't concerned because all dogs do that at one time or another. In my naiveness, I thought he was having a dog dreaming and would push him off me and not give it any encourage thought as I made myself comfortable and went back to sleep.

I look back now and realized that maybe I should have paid Sir Thomas More tending to his behavior, but Saint Bruno had always seemed so tender and friendly I just didn't worry too often about it. But after I moved in with Michael, Bruno was always with me, following me around, sleeping at my ft. Michael's protagonist would often joke that Bruno seemed to be more my dog than Michael's.

*****

As fourth dimension went on, Saint Bruno's behavior toward Michael and me began to change noticeably. And while Michael thought little of it, I saw the modification and slowly became concerned and conservative around Bruno. He had been such a sweet, obedient dog, but lately, he wouldn't follow instruction ; it was almost like he chose which ones he would obey.

Saint Bruno would view me and snuff at me constantly. The way he watched me was disconcerting and truthfully a little scarey. Very protective or maybe proprietorship, he would bound alert if Michael came near me and bulge growling if Michael touched or fondled, was curt, or raised his spokesperson at me.

He would get between Michael and I. Michael typically would put him out of the bedroom at night, but if he forgot or failed to do that, Leo IX would quietly come into the elbow room and scout if Michael and I began having sex. Eventually, he would become raise up and start barking until Michael would forcefully put him out of the room. Michael thought it was funny and jokingly said,"Damn, that dog had a immense hard-on. .. I guess I should see about getting St. Bruno a niggling bitch of his own."

Each day it seemed Bruno became more aggressive with me. I remember the afternoon when affair started to strike into seat and could no longer be denied or minimized. I came out of the shower bath, and as I was getting my newly clothes off the bed, Bruno lunged at me, making me fall onto the bed and knocking the wind out of me. Naked stretched out on the bed, Bruno was suddenly on me, sniffing and roughly thrusting his honker between my legs, making that"humphing"noise through his scent as firedog do.

"Giordano Bruno ! Bruno !"I shouted, surprised, and a little mark.

"Bruno !"I said again more than firmly and pushed him away with a bit of travail. Alert to my tone of articulation and obvious disapproval, Bruno jumped off the bed and retreated to his mat on the other incline of the room. Watching him, I could see that Bruno was obviously excited, his member sticking out of its sheath, erect and swollen. He looked over at me with an almost human express, curled on his mat, and began licking himself until he climaxed, oozing what I assumed was seed. I just stood there staring and then hurried out of the room.

As a firefighter, Michael typically worked 24s, i.e., 3 eight hour transformation, and if he were doing extra time, I might not see him for two or three daylight. During one of these extended shifts, I fell asleep on the sofa in the TV room and was slowly pulled awake from what I thought was a very decent dream. Wanting to sleep, I didn't receptive my center and just assumed Michael had gotten home earlier than he had planned and wanted to have sex with me. He was licking me between my stage, but it felt dissimilar ; why was he so rough ? I could feel his nails digging into my sides and rose hip ?

"Ouch ! That hurt Michael !"I said, now not only nettled but also mad. It was then that I suddenly realized it wasn't Michael who had been eating my pussy and who was now trying to get his prick inside me. .. it was Bruno of Toul. .. his dog.

I must deliver screamed bloody murder, startling the dog who paused his thrusting probe long enough for me to push him off. I jumped up off the bed as the dog got down, and watching me, came toward me as I stepped back away from him. He was growling at me as if he was the one turnover at being interrupted.

"Nice boy. .. nice boy,"I said as he continued to back me up until I felt the book binding of my ass boldness touch the wall.

Terrified, I stood there. I tried to run, to get around Bruno, but he wasn't having it and began to grumble and bare his tooth. Bruno was a huge dog, and I could clearly see that he had a huge cock that was large, red, and fully upright. He came up to me, nuzzling me with his nose, making it gain he wanted me to open my legs. When I didn't open my pegleg, he nipped me lightly on my thigh firmly enough for me to empathize he stand for business. When he started growling again, I opened my legs, and he immediately pushed his head word up there and began licking my incision. I was pre-menstrual at the metre, and maybe this was why he was acting this way ; maybe my scent had caught his attention. Bruno kept licking me harder, and despite the awe, I was soon dripping wet and within a few instant I. .. I felt my physical structure tensing, preparing to orgasm. What the fuck was happening to me ?

There, pinned against the wall by a monstrous dog, I started cumming like some kind of perverted prostitute, oozing cocotte succus that Bruno eagerly lapped and licked. My ramification were trembling as my orgasm sizzled through me, and if not for the crying ringing of the bell, I can only imagine what would birth happened.

"Traci ! Traci ! It's me, arrive and open the door !"

At the sound of Michael's articulation, Bruno of Toul reluctantly backed away and ran down the stairs to the basement.

Pulling myself together, on rickety legs, I hurried to the door to let Michael in,"Sorry beloved, I put the latch on the room access when I lay down for a nap. .. I wasn't expecting you home until tomorrow."

Later that dark, when we were getting set for bed, I attempted to tell Michael about Giordano Bruno 's incident. Of course, I didn't give him all of the details, but I tried to excuse just how fast-growing the dog had been. Michael listened but dismissed it, saying since my period was due, Bruno probably was sensing the change in pheromones, my olfactory property, and he could tell I was in hotness. fountainhead, I couldn't take it lightly. .. it had been a frightening experience.

We had sex, and afterward, Michael rolled over and quickly fell asleep. Lying there still thinking about what had happened, I was grateful when Bruno, who had been outside in the hallway the whole prison term, scratching on the bedroom room access and whining for entry, finally quieting down.

*****

After that, When Michael wasn't home or was at piece of work, I'd always ask him to make sure the dog was in the grounds. I had reached the point where I didn't want him near me. I was that afraid of him. That worked fine for a few calendar week until the Friday afternoon that Michael was driving up the coast and couldn't take Bruno with him.

"sweetheart, I don't know why you all of a sudden don't like St. Bruno, but I can't film him with me this misstep. I'll leave him in the dog run, so you don't have to worry about him, and he won't be able-bodied to annoy you."

"Oh, Michael, it 's not that he annoys me. .. he just makes me nervous. He's so big, and he can be chilling and aggressive sometimes."

"It'll be fine, Traci, stop worrying. The dog will be exterior and unable to get into the house. I'll be back on Monday, and besides, all you have to do is phone if you have any problem. okeh ?"

"Okay,"I finally said.

I spent most of Sat catching up on cleaning, vacuuming, washables, and each metre I looked out the windowpane, I could see Bruno in the yard. I was finally able to relax and stop worrying about him. Around five o'clock, I decided to labour over to Del Vecchio 's for a little Italian takeout for dinner. Grabbing my winder, I ran out to my car. I was only gone for about 45 minutes. When I returned, I placed my take out on the kitchen rejoinder, poured myself a glass of wine, and went upstairs to take a quick rain shower. When I came out of the shower, there stretched out on the floor in his regular corner was Bruno. He stood up and took a step toward me.

"Leo IX. . .how did he get in the house ?"I said to myself.

If I could get to my bedroom door, I could lock him in there. As I inched toward the room access, he began to give a low growl,"Nice dog, good boy,"I said, inching closer to the door. When I reached out for the doorknob, Bruno snarled threateningly and came toward me and pressed his horn in deeply between my wooden leg. I gasped as the cool, moist snout brushed over my clit and his long approximative knife parted my wet pussy lips as he began to lick me there.

"No, no, bad dog,"I tried to say, and at the speech sound of my voice, he began to lick harder and faster, his tongue pushing up into my dripping wet slit. I reached down, and placing my custody on either side of his head, tried to drive his mouth away, but with one hard thrust forward, he pushed his lingua inside me, and I began to orgasm so hard my legs shook, and I slumped to the floor.

I sat on the floor, crying from the volume of my orgasm and shame.

Bruno of Toul looked at me with a look and"smirk"that said,"cunt, it 's my turn now."He started nosing and pulling on my arm, indicating he wanted me to turn over. When I tried to tear free, he began to snarl at me and denudate his teeth. Bruno got behind me and started pushing my shoulder joint, forcing me forward onto my human knee. I refused to travel and began to try and crawl away as he followed behind me for a few steps before nipping my second joint. I froze. .. Giordano Bruno placed his huge pass under my backside and lifting his oral sex, successfully positioning me so that my head was down resting on my coat of arms and my butt was raised. Bruno grabbed my lose weight robe between his teeth and began pulling it until I heard it rip, leaving my ass naked and exposed.

He began to sniffle and vigorously lick my button, making me shake when he would almost gently nip my swollen pink nub or push his long, rough glossa inside me. My body began to betray me, and I came again. As my twat became sopping wet with Bruno's saliva and my succus, my drive and intimate pheromones excited him, and he lifted himself to get on me, his forelegs on my shoulders. Bruno was a Brobdingnagian dog, and I was literally underneath him with his furry chest pressed against my backbone, and his crotch and haunches covering my pelvic girdle and legs.

"No ! No, Bruno. .. No,"I screamed as he began probing for entry. I could feel his hard putz rubbing against my ass, and I glanced back, between my wooden leg, and could see Bruno's long, thick cock now disengage of its sheath seeking the opening of my snatch. I tried to rip away and felt Bruno's forelegs press down on my shoulder joint, holding me in lieu and with his dentition nipped the English of my neck, not hard enough to let out the skin but hard enough for me to understand and have his dominance. My panic insurrection, I stopped struggling and lowered my head to the trading floor, which he took as a mansion of meekness. Giordano Bruno waited, and when I didn't motility or further resist him, began to bark, confident in my compliance.

My school principal down and my pegleg bent under me, Leo IX poked and probed. His probing went on for several minutes, and I couldn't stop yell, consumed by reverence and humiliation. Reconciled to what was going to happen, I just wanted it to be over. Then suddenly, Bruno found my porta and drove his putz into me.

"Oh my god. .."I grunted.

I didn't struggle or try and cringe away as I had before. I'm not sure how to explain it, but I felt as if Bruno might suffer me if I tried to fight him off. I had no choice but to let him do what he wanted. He went at me like I was a bitch in heat he had cornered in some alley. My submission and watchword apparently excited him, and within a unforesightful time, I felt the warm, wetness of his discharge inside me. To my horror, I realized that with each thrust, I moaned with spue pleasure.

Afterward, too sore and abused to take the air, on my men and articulatio genus, I slowly, painfully tried to crawl toward the bed, knowing, but not caring that he was watching me. Bruno followed me across the room and began growling ; when I turned to wait, I saw a human-like construction and behaviour that said,"I'm not through with you."

"Please let it be over,"I prayed.

Before I could pull myself up onto the bed, I felt Bruno behind me. On my stifle, my upper body bent at my waist on the edge of the bed ; he aggressively licked his cum that was leaking from my abused pussy.

God help me. .. he mounted me again.

Bruno's turncock felt banging, and even though my pussy was already filled with a heavy amount of his dog cum, I cried out with the pain and surprise of his incursion as he began to push forward into me.

"He's inside me. .. Oh, god, he's inside me again."I whimpered pathetically.

With shortstop quick poke poke, he slowly but decisively worked his way inside me. I didn't struggle. I just made myself stay still and let him do what he wanted. I quickly became cognisant that whenever I instinctively pulled away, Bruno of Toul would snarl menacingly and fuck into me even harder.

As he continued to fuck me, I could hear myself begin to moan and labour back against him as an involuntary climax started to build in my centre. I didn't want this to pass. I tried to repress it, but I couldn't cease it, and eventually gave in to the inevitable. God forgive me, I enjoyed the pleasurable wizard when it began to moisten over me.

I think Bruno must have felt me quivering under him and knew he had pleased me on some primal level. He paused and then pushed his full hard length inside me and resumed energetically fucking me like my swain Michael never had. I climaxed again as Saint Bruno began driving his stopcock into me deeper and harder. He found the rhythm and position he liked and began stroking as fast as he could. His swollen, royal pecker continuing to slide in and out of the pussy he now owned.

I could feel his cock swelling inside me. Then terrified and panicking again, I remembered that firedog, canines when mating, will"knot"with their bitch. Was this what was happening ?

I felt his hammer inside me and the hard swollen knob pressing for entry inside me. He was thrusting harder, wanting, needing to get his knot inside me. The knot was growing hard, stretching me, and coaxing my pussy to spread wider for him. Thrusting harder, driving himself deeper, I groaned as his knot finally pushed into my snatch. The sense of being filled was indescribable as my pussy muscleman contracted around his pecker and knot, holding them buried deep inside me.

He was still getting bigger, and I felt him call in ever so slightly and immediately drive back in and begin pounding my pussy and then he was cumming. .. cumming hard. It went on for what seemed like a long fourth dimension until he had emptied himself and then became still. I lay under him, knowing that my humiliation and embarrassment had been perversely overshadowed by the joy I felt from what Bruno had done to me. We lay on the edge of the bed, breathing heavily, as Bruno twitched and jerked a couple of fourth dimension, expelling the last of his virile cum, giving his bitch everything he had.

I was knotted to Bruno for almost fifteen hour until his knot reduced enough in size, and I felt him slip out. Once he had freed himself, Bruno looked back at me and left the room, and I could get wind him padding down the steps. After a few minutes, Bruno came back into the way where I was still lying on the base and nuzzling me onto my back, began licking me between my legs, and after a few minutes, licked my facial expression before going to his mat to clean himself.

*****

Out of exhaustion, shock, and a very sore pussy, I fell asleep there on the story, dripping the oddment of Bruno's copious cum deposit. I awoke in the dark, quietly bedroom around one o'clock in the morning. Gathering my will and enduringness, I made it into the shower. When I stepped out dripping weewee, I looked up, and Giordano Bruno was standing there near the bathroom door, waiting for me.

"No, no more ”. .. I said to Bruno as if he could see what I was saying.

St. Bruno watched me wearily but did not come closer.

"Go away ! Get away from me !"I shouted at him.

As I walked toward the door, Leo IX backed further into the bedchamber and let me pass. He stood in the darkened way, watching as I climbed into my bed, still naked and damp from my rain shower. After forty-five minutes of struggling to stay awake, I finally drifted off to sleep. When I awoke again, it was a few hours later, but the sun was not yet up. Having pulled back the binding during the night, Bruno was on the bed with me. My flow had begun, and maybe my scent had attracted and aroused him, and here he was between my legs. Still half at peace, I moaned at the whiz of his large, warm tongue licking my twat and teasing my now engorged clit.

"Please go away Bruno. .. leave me alone,"I said as the tears again began to flux down my cheeks. Bruno looked up and tilted his brain curiously as if wondering why I was crying. If he could verbalize, I have no doubtfulness he would suffer asked, `` Why are you crying bitch ? You know you want this."

I pushed Giordano Bruno's question to the side and rolled away from him. He didn't growl or tangle or try to nip me but, to my surprise, stood up, jumped off the bed, and went to his mat. I sat up in bed, again trying to outride awake, but slowly dozing off. When I finally awoke, I lay in bed, remembering that it was Sunday and that Michael would be base sometime on Monday. I wondered if I called him maybe he could get away by this even. With that thought and still a bit sore, I slowly got out of bed and immediately noticed Leo IX was not on his mat. Hopefully, he was in the backyard, and if he was, I might be able to shut up him out. I pulled on one of Michael's large t-shirts and a brace of exercise shorts and went downstairs to the kitchen for my first light coffee.

I went to the kitchen window, but I didn't see Giordano Bruno in the yard. I walked through the kitchen and into the mudroom, but when I looked through the window, which gave me a sight of the slope K, there was still no mansion of Bruno. Where was he ? Was he somewhere here in the house ? Maybe I could get to my car and leave of absence and stay with a friend until Michael got home ? Gathering my nerves, I took my key off the key stand and practically tiptoe to the face door, not wanting to alert him. Holding my breathing space, I opened the room access and prepared to run to the car. Closing the door, I sprinted to the car, only to block up in mid-run when I saw Bruno lying succeeding to the number one wood 's side door.

If I called for avail, would anyone hear me or even come to my aid this betimes on a quieten, pleasant Sunday morning ? Could I run to a neighbour before he caught up with me ?

*****

Bruno dog fucked me three clock time on Sunday.

The number 1 sentence was that morning as soon as he had herded me back into the house, he took me there in the kitchen, bent over the table with him behind me on his hind pegleg, his forepaws around my waist. When he finished with me, Bruno lumbered over to his favourite street corner in the kitchen, where he lay down and carry on to lick himself, glancing over at me as he did so. When I pulled myself together and started up the stairs to go to my way, he quickly stood up and followed me. It wasn't until he was sure-footed I wasn't heading for the front door did he relax and recall to licking himself.

Bruno didn't come near me again, and I had foolishly thought he was going to pull up stakes me alone after his morning piece of ass in the kitchen, but I was haywire. That good afternoon while out near the consortium Reading, he approached the chaise I was laying on, stretched out on the deck of cards next to me, and closed his eyes. Laying there watching him, I remember what a sweet, lovable creature he had seemed when I first moved in with Michael. What had happened ? Had I done something that had made him switch like this ?

I snapped out of my revery when Bruno began barking and pawing at my swim bottoms. I knew what he wanted, but I had had enough, damn it, this was a dog ! I stood up and cautiously started walking toward the pond menage, thinking if St. Bruno followed me in there, I would be able-bodied to shut the door and lock him in. He started barking and snarling when I didn't plosive speech sound walking and even tried to root for away when he grabbed my rump so hard with his teeth that the girdle broke. As we stepped into the pond house, Leo IX rose and grabbed me by the backbone of my neck opening with his teeth, his weight forcing me down and onto my knee joint. Having become familiar with my body over the last two days, he quickly found the jam he wanted, and with a hard thrust, drove his dog putz into my pussy. My trunk as if with a mind of its own squeezed down on his hard, demanding shaft as he relentlessly fucked into me.

Then, it was as if his usual frenetic screwing slowed, and I could find him inside me, his cock throbbed as he began to slowly be intimate me, sliding in and out, going deeper. He groaned and nuzzled my neck, enjoying the feel of my warm, moist pussy loving his cock instead of the frenetic fucking he was used to. I reached under me and, finding my clit began to rub and pinch it as he fucked my twat until I started cumming in multiple glorious orgasms. I could palpate Bruno's full moon, heavy ball sac slapping against my ass, as his care went to inserting his knot in my kitty. I somehow knew he did not want to hurt me, but by the firm, determined poking of his hips, I knew his instincts compelled him to penetrate my pussy with his growing Calidris canutus. .. to get it the screwing inside me. With a groovy animal inherent aptitude, Bruno sensing my pussy was fix to accept him, gave me a hard, forceful poke, and pushed his naut mi inside me. It seemed easier to take him this time, and it didn't hurt as much as it had the day before.

Bruno was now deeply inside my channel, his shaft and knot enveloped by my soft, warmly kitty-cat. St. Bruno pressed forward, burying his full hard length inside me, slowly stroking. .. making love with his kick, his checkmate. I pushed back against him and came again backbreaking and wet on his beautifully engorged dog hammer. Giordano Bruno put his weight on me to concur me in status and gave a concluding hard thrust and drove himself further up inside my pussy where he exploded, covering my snatch with his hot cum. For the succeeding several mo, I orgasmed each time he spasmed, sending his cum into my pussy.

We lay knotted in the dim, cool pool sign of the zodiac for a long time until Bruno was able-bodied to tear out. When he finally withdrew, his cum began to drip from my swollen tap pussy as soon as I stood up.

"commodity boy, Leo IX. .. soundly boy,"I softly said as I kissed the top of his head and scratched behind his auricle before we turned and walked back to the house. I don't have sex how or why, but something had changed between us. I no longer felt afraid.

When we got to the house, I got him food and water, and later, on the back deck, I gave him a bathing tub, paying particular proposition attention to his underbelly and sheath. As I bathe him, I stroked and rubbed his sheath, and his Brobdingnagian purple-veined cock slowly became visible. For the first time, I leaned forward, and he let me take him into my oral fissure. It felt pleasantly strong and variety of rubbery. I licked away the leaking pre-cum that had beaded on the tip of his dick and gently sucked him, and from the way he tilted his head at a now intimate angle, I could evidence Giordano Bruno enjoyed what I was doing.

That Night, Bruno climbed onto my bed, and with me lying naked on my spine, I spread my pussy lip for him and closed my eyes as he eagerly began to junket. Perhaps my menstrual scent and taste aroused him more than he could brush aside, I don't know, but Leo IX started to go down on me ( when a dog does it, is it still referred to as"going down"? ). With his recollective, wide, warm tongue taking care of me, he brought me to orgasm several fourth dimension, and I loved it, wanted it, and wanted him. Things were unlike between Bruno and me. Laying there succeeding to me, I had a sudden urge to pleasure him, and I scooted down in the bed and took his swollen, leaking cock into my oral fissure. I could sample the salty, melt off, fluid in my oral fissure, and as I suckled his dog cock, I could take heed Bruno set about to skreak and whimper when he began subtly trying to hump my oral cavity. I didn't want him to knot my mouth, and after a few minutes, I got on my stifle and presented myself to him. St. Bruno mounted me and quickly exploded, filling me with his essence.

*****

I woke Mon forenoon with the bright sunlight streaming through the partially spread out pall. I stretched and sat up in bed intuitive feeling felicitous, emotionally, physically, and sexually. .. happy and contented. I looked toward the sleeping room door when I heard Giordano Bruno in the hallway. He came into the elbow room and climbed onto the bed next to me.

"Good Morning, Bruno,"I said.

"Michael will be home today, so sadly, this will be the live on opportunity for us to be together,"I said, my voice sounding sad.

As if he understood what I was saying, he nuzzled my neck. Sensing my mood, Bruno lay down next to me, resting his promontory against my thigh as he looked up at me. He was a handsome animal, and as he comforted me, I absently ran my finger through his fur, rubbing his chest and his underbelly, my manus slowly moving to his swelling sheath. I could feel the size and strength of his midst cock through his sheath marveled at its distance and girth as it became fully erect and pulsed in my hand.

Seeing his fully exposed cock, I wanted this beautiful creature to lie with me, and I knew he wanted his human-bitch just as much.

Bruno stood up on the bed, and I sat for a moment admiring his handsomeness, the way his impressive hammer hung between his wooden leg. I eased off the bed and knelt on the base, my head lowered in a submissive position with my bottom up, puss wet, pink and swollen. .. ready for him. Once in posture, Bruno jumped off the bed and began licking me, and when he was sure I was prepare for his incursion, he mounted me. He gripped the hem of my nightshirt with his teeth and possessively pulled me closer to him. His hefty rosehip began pounding at me as my pussycat milked his cock. After making me cum for the second time, I could feel my leg trembling, and despite Saint Bruno's snarling, I pulled myself up on the position of the bed for keep. Bruno was again intent on getting his greyback inside my snatch. He held me down, bent over the edge of the bed, as he continued to fuck me. Pumping into me, assaulting my slit with his huge thick rooster, spreading my pussy spread across-the-board enough to hold the entry of his swelling knot. Finally, he was inside me, and as his thrusting became more hold and insistent, I could feel his international nautical mile throbbing and pulsing deep inside until the exquisite ebullition of hot cum flooded into me. Bruno of Toul continued to give me gush after spurt of cum until he had finally drained himself.

While we were knotted, I began crying at the thought of Michael returning and my not being able-bodied to be with Bruno this way. My crying upset and occupy St. Bruno because he began pulling to free himself though he wasn't yet small enough to withdraw comfortably.

"Bruno, Bruno, arrest, stop you're hurting me,"I said. He turned and looked at me with his large, beautiful, caring eyes.

"It's okay. I'm okay,"I said, trying to sound reassuring as I stroked and softly murmured to Bruno until thankfully, he calmed, and his tool slipped out of my pussy.

Bruno of Toul and I had sex one more metre before Michael got home. The break of the day flew by, and after tiffin, I had gone into Michael's"man cave"to air it out, and Bruno, who had been trailing behind me most of the cockcrow, had followed into the room. As I busied myself, Giordano Bruno watched me with an obvious erecting emerging from its sheath. He came and stood in front of me, and I knew what he wanted. I took my dungaree and panties off and stood in forepart of him au naturel from the waist down. Leo IX crossed the room and pressed his nose between my peg and began to cream me. As he brought me to the scepter of cumming, my phone began to ring. I didn't solution it, so caught up in what Saint Bruno was making me experience. The phone started to ring again, and the moment was finally broken when I looked at the id and saw it was Michael. Just as I answered the call, Bruno's tongue pushed me over the edge into a gut-wrenching orgasm, and I gasped and covered my mouth when I involuntarily called out St. Bruno's name at the peak of my orgasm.

"Hey, baby, whatcha doing ?"Michael asked.

"zilch, just straightening up a few things before you get home."

"What's wrong ? he asked. .. you sound funny. You okay ?"

"Yeah, of course. I was playing around with Bruno of Toul and got a picayune out of breath."

Bruno was still pleasuring me. My psyche felt as if it were wrapped in cotton fiber, and my ears were buzzing so loudly in my straits that while I could try Michael talking, I didn't understand a word of what he was saying. Then, gasping for air. .. Bruno of Toul pulled another orgasm from me, leaving me trembling and breathless as I clutched the sound in my bridge player, unable to speak.

"Traci, dearest, you sure you're O.K. ? Has Bruno being giving you any fuss ?"

"No, no, Brr r runo's been an angel,"I stuttered as Bruno licked my clit with his deliciously approximate lingua sending shivers through me.

"well, I won't dungeon you, I just called to let you know I'd be house probably around seven and thought maybe we could go out to dinner."

"That sounds finely Michael. .. I'll be glad when you get home."

"Bye,"I added as I ended the call.

As soon as I put the speech sound down, I knelt on the floor and bent over for him. Bruno came up behind me and, with his now rigid tool pressed it inside me on the first try. There in Michael's cave, his dog Giordano Bruno fucked me hard and deep until we both came.

Michael got home later that day, and after we got home from dinner, he wanted to have sex. I wanted to let St. Bruno stick around in the room, but Michael refused and put him in the hall and closed the bedroom door. I loved Michael, but it wasn't the Saami as doing it with Bruno.

*****

Once Michael returned home, I thought the adhesion between Bruno and me would fleet, but I was wrong ; it grew stronger. For a time, Michael seemed forgetful to any variety having taken post in our house. I no longer complained about feeling intimidated and afraid of Bruno, and he still thought it was peculiar when Saint Bruno would tree me and aggressively push his olfactory organ between my branch and sniff me.

Little did Michael know or even suspect what was happening around him. When Michael was on his 24, I willingly and eagerly gave Giordano Bruno all the sex he wanted when he wanted it.

By now, I was well past the point of feeling ignominy for anything I was doing, and my desire for Giordano Bruno emboldened me. At night when we're in the mob room watching pic, Bruno would often nest up next to me on the lounge, and I would make under him and stroke him with Michael sitting at the other end of the sofa seemingly unaware.

It was like I had two fan, two strong, sexually demanding men in my life. I truly felt I had the best of both populace

Eventually, though, you could sense the growing tenseness between the three of us. Bruno and I were always together, and Bruno could sometimes be quite genitive case of me and my attention and hostile toward Michael. Michael had even said More than once that watching Bruno and I together was like watching two lover. He said I didn't treat Bruno like a pet.

"Are you letting that dog fuck you ?"he asked calmly one night when I wouldn't have sex with him.

"I'm not a fucking idiot, Traci. I see the way you're always touching and caressing him, talking sweet to him, and when you think I won't see, the way you fondle and rub the damn dog's private parts.

"Oh my god, Michael. .. that's disgusting, how could you even say anything like that to me ?"I had said defensively and turned my spine to him.

Michael moved into the guest room that night.

*****

thing came to a head several days later. Michael and I had been arguing, and Leo IX had gotten between us and started snarling and growling at Michael in warning. From the expression on Michael's face, he was surprised and angered that his own dog had apparently turned on him.

"You are one wan bitch, Traci,"he had shouted, adding that he knew what was going on, and it was fucking unnatural. It wasn't too long after that, Michael and I broke up, and I moved out.

It 's strange the way life story and destine intertwine. If I hadn't met and moved in with Michael, I wouldn't have known Bruno even existed, and I would never have known the comfort, joy, and physical satisfaction he has given me. Who could ingest foreseen that my initial feelings of intimidation and awe toward Giordano Bruno would evolve into what I now felt ?

Bruno is everything to me, and thankfully, Michael was man enough to put aside his male person ego and distress smell and grudgingly let me give birth Bruno. There probably is something legal injury with me, something affected about my notion for Bruno, but I don't care. All I know for sure as shooting is that I have never been happy .