This is a Semi-true tale. I have changed the epithet and changed where and when it happened everything else is rightful. This is my 1st story, it was fairly simple to write as I live it each day. I hope you like it. Feedback is welcome !

My name is Stormy, I am a 34-year-old male. I have dark hair and heart that alteration gloss based on my mode. I have been our dog 's gripe for many long time now. My wife Sara, has been very supportive. She is not into sex with the dog at all. However, she has helped and watched me uncounted clip with our dog King Oliver. Oliver is a aureate Retriever he is about lxxx quid, he has the most beautiful pelage. It 's so soft and ardent when he is on you or snuggled against you.

Oliver was trained from about six months on to have sex with me. As long as we are in the bedroom, all he has to do is push at me with his mitt and I know what he wants. Oliver is your typical horny dog, he wants sex several times a day. Most days he gets what he wants. Let me line a distinctive day at our house. My married woman gets up to go to work around 5 am. She lets Oliver out, then takes her dawn cascade. I get up near days while she is showering ( I am retired due to medical issues so I do n't work ). I put on a robe and let Joseph Oliver in, I check his food and water. My married woman gets dressed and leaves for work. I go into the bedroom to start my morning. Most daytime Oliver takes this as his queue.

He comes in and hold for my robe to come off. There are small cabbage on my face from his claws. I do n't mind them, I call them love scratches. Sara looks at them every nighttime to see if there are new ace. He then jumps up and get-up-and-go on my back. I know that command. I get down on my hands and knees. I have learned over prison term to take my finger's breadth and wet it with my own saliva and collapse myself a little finger fuck for lubrication. Oliver starts to prance around a little because he knows that means I am ready. I glimpse over and can see that eight-inch long red cock hanging out of its case. I want so badly to suck on it. But King Oliver does n't really like that. He is more of Lashkar-e-Taiba fuck, I need to cum type dog. He walks behind me, and I can palpate him breathing on my second joint and ass. He raises up on to my back and his paws grab at my slope. I can feel his claws dig a little. I have learned to wish this petty bit of pain. Its worth it for his erotic love. His fur is so soft and so warmly. I can feel his bureau motion as he starts to pant a bit. His backtalk is just over the dorsum of my neck, and the heat of his intimation gives me horripilation. I can experience him as he starts to prod his pecker on my ass and I can feel some of the sticky wetness of his pre-cum. It takes a here and now or two as he finds his mark.

Once King Oliver has found my arsehole. He pushes in as backbreaking and rich as he can. Even now after various yr of it, I still get my intimation caught for a moment at the impression of being penetrated so suddenly. The feeling of his eight-inch pecker ramming into me causes me to shut down my eyes and my brain just focuses on the joy. Oliver starts to thrust in and out of me as fast as he can. It feels like a arduous smooth rod and it expands as he goes. I push back against him without even thinking about it. All I can guess of right wing now is I want to delight him as much as I can. I want to crap him cum, I want to feel him eject his seed into me.

As King Oliver nears his dismissal he starts to slaver on the backrest of my neck. He has always done this. I can feel his heart on my back, his breath on my neck so hot and so firm. The slub has started to agitate against my ass. This used to offend but I have gotten so used to it that I can accept him easy now. He pushes his mi into me and I can feel it expand inside of me. I know he is almost there. My brain shriek at me every time as I have my own orgasm without touching myself. Oliver gives his grow as he does every meter. Then I feel his prick scratch line to throb in me. I can palpate him cumming inside of me. Oliver has always had what to me is an astonish sum of money of sperm. I swear to you it feels like a gallon ! I know its LE but when it 's being shot up your ass it feels huge ! I love every moment of it.

When he is done he turns away and we have to wait for his knot to go down. I can still sense him in there all that time. The base is already wet from where I have cum and as Oliver exits me with a wet sounding plop. I can finger his sperm run down my leg. I love the intuitive feeling and on weekends when Sara is in the climate she will induce me leave it there because she knows I love the feeling. Being alone, however, cup my hand over my ass and get up and into the shower. I get dressed and get on with the day.

At night when Sara gets household, I will fix dinner, we watch some TV or surf Facebook. Then we head to bed. We both get unappareled. This gets Oliver started all over again. Sara will generally watch, sometimes she will lay at the edge of the bed and finger her self-inches from my face. Oliver has made it realize in the past that you do n't mess up with his bitch while fucking so, I have to wait for sex with her until after he is done. While Sara has never cared to have sex with King Oliver for pleasure herself she does get off sentry him fuck me. After he is done with me she likes to dumbfound her finger in my ass to keep it open as long as she can. Then she will take her finger drenched in dog cum and put up them to me. I lick her finger's breadth off and relish in the salty flavor of it. nearly nights this leads to some peachy sex. For years I have wanted to take in Oliver 's shaft, but as I said he does n't like it. Sara, helped me one time to get a sassing full-of-the-moon of dog cum. But that 's something for later on down the road .