This is a Semi-true narration. I have changed the names and changed where and when it happened everything else is dead on target. This is my first story, it was fairly simple to write as I live it each day. I hope you like it. Feedback is welcome !

My gens is Stormy, I am a 34-year-old male. I have dark whisker and eye that change coloring based on my temper. I have been our dog 's bitch for many years 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 countless times with our dog Oliver. Oliver is a halcyon Retriever he is about lxxx pound sterling, he has the most beautiful coat. It 's so easy and warm 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 sleeping accommodation, all he has to do is push at me with his paw and I know what he wants. King Oliver is your typical horny dog, he wants sex several times a day. Most days he gets what he wants. Let me report a typical day at our house. My wife gets up to go to influence around 5 am. She lets Oliver out, then takes her morning exhibitor. I get up most days while she is showering ( I am hit the hay due to medical exam issues so I do n't put to work ). I put on a robe and let Oliver in, I check his solid food and body of water. My wife gets dressed and leaves for work. I go into the bedroom to come out my dawning. near days Oliver takes this as his queue.

He comes in and waits for my gown to arrive off. There are small scratches on my side of meat from his nipper. I do n't mind them, I call them love scraping. Sara looks at them every night to see if there are new I. He then jumps up and energy on my dorsum. I know that statement. I get down on my hands and knees. I have learned over time to occupy my fingerbreadth and wet it with my own spit and impart myself a footling finger fuck for lubrication. Oliver starts to prance around a little because he knows that means I am set up. I glance over and can see that eight-inch long red cock hanging out of its sheath. I want so badly to suck on it. But Oliver does n't really like that. He is More of Lashkar-e-Taiba fuck, I need to cum character dog. He walks behind me, and I can feel him breathing on my thigh and ass. He raises up on to my back and his paws grab at my position. I can feel his claws dig a little. I have learned to wish this little bit of pain. Its worth it for his love. His fur is so soft and so warm. I can feel his chest move as he starts to pant a bit. His mouth is just over the back of my neck, and the high temperature of his hint gives me horripilation. I can sense him as he starts to prod his putz on my ass and I can feel some of the glutinous wetness of his pre-cum. It takes a moment or two as he finds his marker.

Once King Oliver has found my whoreson. He pushes in as surd and deep as he can. Even now after several long time of it, I still get my breath caught for a moment at the belief of being penetrated so suddenly. The feeling of his eight-inch turncock ramming into me causes me to fold my eyes and my mind just focuses on the pleasure. Oliver starts to thrust in and out of me as fast as he can. It feels like a laborious smooth rod and it expands as he goes. I push back against him without even thinking about it. All I can think of right now is I want to please him as much as I can. I want to constitute him cum, I want to feel him squeeze out his seed into me.

As Oliver nears his dismission he starts to drool on the binding of my neck. He has always done this. I can feel his spirit on my spine, his breath on my neck so hot and so warm. The knot has started to crowd against my ass. This used to wound but I have gotten so used to it that I can go for him easy now. He pushes his Calidris canutus into me and I can feel it blow up inside of me. I know he is almost there. My encephalon screams at me every time as I have my own sexual climax without touching myself. Oliver gives his grow as he does every time. Then I feel his prick head start to pulsate in me. I can experience him cumming inside of me. Joseph Oliver has always had what to me is an awing amount of sperm. I swear to you it feels like a gallon ! I know its less but when it 's being shot up your ass it feels huge ! I love every consequence of it.

When he is done he turns away and we have to await for his Calidris canutus to go down. I can still sense him in there all that prison term. The floor is already wet from where I have cum and as Oliver exits me with a wet sounding plop. I can feel his sperm run down my leg. I love the feeling and on weekends when Sara is in the mode she will have me leave it there because she knows I love the feeling. Being alone, however, cup my script over my ass and get up and into the shower. I get dressed and get on with the day.

At night when Sara gets home, I will cook dinner, we watch some TV or breaker Facebook. Then we head to bed. We both get undressed. This gets Joseph 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. King Oliver has made it clear in the past tense that you do n't mess 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 Oliver for pleasure herself she does get off watch him fuck me. After he is done with me she likes to stick her digit in my ass to proceed it open as long as she can. Then she will take her fingerbreadth drenched in dog cum and offer them to me. I lick her finger's breadth off and relish in the salty flavor of it. Most Nox this leads to some majuscule sex. For years I have wanted to blow Oliver 's dick, but as I said he does n't care it. Sara, helped me one time to get a rima oris full of dog cum. But that 's something for later on down the road .