HONEY ON THE FARM

I was a little annoyed to receive a routine email from the local farming club of which I'm a member and notice that the transmitter had failed to use the BCC feature so there was my personal email destination openly broadcast to all 150 members. Darn ! So I wasn't really very surprised when I received an email a few days later from Milo, a Fannie Merritt Farmer and dog- breeder whom I knew slightly from ag. fellowship get together and such.

"I heard somewhere"he stated"that you are looking to obtain a Labradoodle puppy. While I don't have any just now, I do receive a beautiful, healthy, 3 year old measure size of it poodle dog bitch that I'd be prepared to have bred Lab for you. I also have a 2 year old Lab male with good blood bank line. If you're concern, let me know and you can have first base dibs on the litter."

I was very concerned having wanted one of these intelligent and beautiful dogs for quite some time so I emailed right back expressing involvement and asking how to move. He responded, suggesting I come over, see the prospective parents and if satisfied, leave a $ 50 deposit and subscribe an monastic order for a puppy to be delivered within 6 months at a toll of $ 200.00. Now that's a very good Leontyne Price for a well-mannered pup around here so a couple of hour later, I was pulling into Milo's yard.

I parked my promising red F-150 in the curtilage beside his embossed inkiness F-250 and looked around. The household and railway yard were well-kept, lawns recently mowed, paint fresh and bright but no one seemed to be around and no farm dog came to recognize me. Thinking I heard a phonation around the barn, I headed that way and soon discovered milo leaning on a fence and watching seven large cad playing in a two-acre fence inclosure. He greeted me courteously and nodded toward the andiron."They all get a ninety minute run twice per day, but some are a slight aggressive toward some others so they have to go out in three group. add up on and I'll show you Duchess."

Duchess, it turned out, was a slightly larger than usual banner size poodle, all white with a regal presence. But she was clearly felicitous to see Milo and me and showed as a sizeable, happy, well-trained animal. Reluctantly leaving her pen, we walked through a serial publication of lanes to another large enclosure where four black research laboratory were lolling. They all came toward us at a run and I guessed correctly that the largest, dissolute of the mathematical group was"devil"proposed spouse to Duchess. A beautiful, silken black-market animal with the happy, somewhat over-exuberant personality of many Labs. Milo reached and grabbed Dickens'dog collar to guide him out of the pen into the argue laneway where we stood. Dickens immediately took off at a dead run to the far end of the laneway about 200 cadence removed and back to our feet — all in about 30 instant it seemed."He's a healthy one"Milo observed. Dickens, panting, nudged his olfactory organ under my annulus and licked my leg.

"Would you like to see the breeding facility ?"Milo enquired. The adroitness turned out to be a cool, fence in, high-roofed unfold construction, fresh-smelling with a layer of uninfected straw for a floor. Centered, was an unfamiliar bit of equipment, its intention becoming apparent as we walked close to canvas it. Somewhat resembling an open crate made of pied vasiform steel capable at one end, it featured a broad leather collar and respective leather shoulder strap, clearly intended to gently hold a bitch while she was bred. There was even a leather-padded rest for her chin and a shelf on which rested an assortment of application and potions.

Milo was standing very close to me as we examined the device and I could sense his physical structure warmth through the lose weight cotton attire I was wearing. All at once, his hand was on my ass and his solid arm was turning me towards him. I looked up enquiringly, and he kissed me entire on the brim. Now, I hadn't really been expecting this and perhaps I should have been more cautious. But, intent on obtaining a well-bred pup at a very good price, I had just dived right in.

Certainly Milo was not a bad-looking man in a countrified sort of way. He was absolutely clean and fresh-smelling. Even his breathing space and lip felt fresh and clean, I reflected during the long, drawn-out candy kiss. There was no level in struggling or screaming. We were a couple of Admiralty mile from the nearest neighbor and separated from the road by several hundred time and multiple buildings. The solely job, I guessed, was that he was my elder by, perhaps 15 days or more.

Still, as the instant dragged on, the bowel movement of his glossa in my backtalk and his mitt on my keister became downright arousing. After all, I'm no virgin. I'm a mature full-blooded lady with more than her fair ploughshare of lusts, desires and fantasy. So, as Milo's mitt inched my skirt up and he began to finger my sore spots, I felt the juices begin to feed. milo noticed my deaden scanty and became bolder, pulling me tight so I could finger his rising manhood through the fabric of our clothes.

When, at length, he released his hold on me, I dropped to my human knee in the mild straw and tugged off his cowpoke boots. His dungaree and underwear followed allowing his heavily-veined 7 column inch cock to spring forward. Cupping his exceptionally large ball-sac in one hand and his turncock in the former, I began running the tip of my lingua round and bout under the rim of his mushroom cap. He responded almost at once with a guggle of pre-cum for my glossa. Bouncing his balls with my left hand, I grasped his rooster just below the head and pulled downward to spread the expansion slot. Burrowing into his tool slot with my tongue tip, was rewarded with more deposits of pre-cum. But he'd had enough of my taking the lead.

Lifting me to my understructure, he turned me around and pushed me forward so I was forced to seize the top bar of the breeding crate. He flipped up my dame and made my panties disappear, saliva on his deal and began to feel my hole in earnest. I know he had at least three of his big fingerbreadth inside of me, thrusting and pushing deep, again and again until I began to gasp and cry in a building coming."Maybe you need to become my breeding bitch"I heard him say, but failed to recognize the implication. With at least three of his fingers firmly planted in my back golf hole and his other bridge player firmly grasping the back of my neck opening, I mindlessly let him guide on me down and forward into the big procreation crate.

The cross shoulder strap were quickly and expertly secured across under my belly and across my binding. The second yoke of straps, quickly secured, went across just under my tit and over my back. The wide neckband, clipped to a ring followed. The strap were not tight and didn't hurt. I could move side to side and, to an extent, forward and back. I just couldn't turn or escape valve. In fact, when Milo reinserted his finger's breadth into me, I kept thrusting back onto his surd mitt and actually whimpered when he withdrew his fingers again.

When the first nip of leather struck the exposed flesh of my medium rear, I screamed. I couldn't believe he was actually whipping me with a belt ! But he did it again ! And again ! Each time on a slightly different stain but often hitting right on the delicate pelt around my slit. When he stopped, my entire hindquarters was burning. The cool lotion he then applied, served to reduce the burn mark slightly and he worked it thoroughly into my hole but suddenly I felt pressure against my opening and I knew it was his big mushroom cloud knob — and I knew that boss was going to plunge into my anus with the unstopability of an locomotive piston. And it did !

I screamed again. And heard dogs barking somewhere. But now milo maize's heavy cock was inside of me and, well-lubricated, I have to allow, it felt just OK. He went after me methodically ; decelerate, then fast, approaching with a right device, then a left ; thrusting up against my vertebral column bone, then standing tall and thrusting down toward my belly. My pendulous breasts which had long-since fallen out of the front of my low-necked sundress, swung in counterpoint to his poke as I braced myself against his violation on my consistence trapped inside the breeding pen.

Despite my embarrassing position, I orgasmed respective clip, waves of passion washables over me each time, and when I sensed milo switching to the overdrive of his own Passion, I couldn't prevent my primitive body from responding yet again and humping back against him within the confines of the crateful. I felt the rush of his cum flush up into me and with a few last grunts he was done. He himself was finished but he wasn't done with me.

I wriggled within the crateful wondering what he would say, if anything, when he turned me loose. But then I sensed him fussing with something behind me and felt a sudden cold superstar on my freighter and thighs and heard the speech sound of a spray can. I smelt an unfamiliar, but strangely musky smell and heard Milo pass on a poor, sharp whistling."OK, Dickens"he chuckled."It's your bit. Do your thing."

I immediately felt the Lab's cold nose on my conceited snatch and then paws up on my hind end and back, and the unmistakable feeling of his slim cock thrusting enthusiastically into my mess, responding to the potent breeding bitch-hormones milo had sprayed all over my rear."Milo"I shouted"let me out of here ”. But he just laughed and came around to the forepart of the crate where he could slap my face a few multiplication with his now-flaccid cock. Meanwhile Dickens was picking up speed and I recalled, with much trepidation, reading that once a big dog is inside a cunt, his cock inflates a large ball at the basis to preserve him in station until he's all finished placing his sperm. Indeed, from the insistency inside of me, there was no question that was what devil had done.

I was raging with milo maize with the stunt he had pulled on me and was mentally planning the retaliation I would wreak upon him, when I realized with even more embarrassment, that my naive body was responding very positively to Dickens'enthusiastic efforts. The tides rolled in, the fireworks bypass my mastermind and my loins quivered with passion and pleasure. Even after climaxing multiple times, I was vaguely disappointed when deuce completed his task and wandered off after a perfunctory lick or two of my pussy. I just hung there on the straps, spent.

"Well, that was certainly something to watch."Milo was all chuckles and jolliness as he unbuckled my straps, removed the dog collar and helped me to my pes. I was trembling and inarticulate and sucked greedily at the water bottle he put into my hands."I could see you were having a right upright time there and will want to live over it all."And he held up his cellular telephone phone to show me the graphic picture show of a fair sex, clearly me, in the throe of Passion of Christ as a big, lightlessness Labrador, tongue lolling, enthusiastically, military service her within a master bitch-breeding crate."This is just my amateur picture show, but I had the professional breeding photographic camera rolling also, so here's a transcript of those films as well from three different angles."And he thrust a loud private road into my hand as he escorted me to my hand truck, still standing there in the yard in the fading sunlight.

I drove home in a bit of a haze, warmed up some supper, showered, washed my hair and collapsed on my bed in a inscrutable sleep for nearly 10 time of day. In the morning I awoke totally refreshed and kittenish, vaguely aware of lingering wild dreams. Finished dayspring tasks, I inserted the flash drive into my big-screen smart tv — and there I was in glorious colour ! Worse, there was no denying the ecstatic pleasure reflected on my cheek and in my animalistic body language. Intending outrage, I could only wonder at the dainty pleasure that came vividly to take care as I watched the first 20 minutes of film showing dickens and me locked in bazaar intercourse — and realized I was masturbating myself as I relived the experience.

I fussed and fumed around the sign, went outside and washed the truck, came in and had another exhibitioner and finally bowing to the inevitable — sat at my desk and emailed Milo :"Hey, we didn't finish the details for my Labradoodle puppy."

He was right on back at me."You're right. Come on over if you like and we'll finish up the contract."It took about 20 minutes, road dust boiling up behind my freshly washed ford, before I pulled into his yard and parked once again beside his big, sheeny F-250.

Milo was quite business-like as we sat at the table in the big farm kitchen. He handed me the standard puppy club form and waited patiently as I read, signed it and wrote him a sediment check. Then he rose, assisted me to my feet and lifted my light dress over my drumhead. I wasn't wearing any panties.

He dropped his dungaree and undies, pulled me fold and let me feel his strong manhood against my stomach, then, cupping my butt cheeks in his big hands, lifted me and slowly threaded my body back down onto his wet stopcock. I lifted my stage and locked my ankles above his buttocks.

Walking across the kitchen with me bouncing, impaled on his tool, Milo continued on outside into the bright temperateness and continued across the grand toward his dog breeding chemical compound. Lifting me off his cock, he sat me down in the voiced stubble beside the breeding crate."This is really what you're here for, isn't it, he grinned. He didn't need me to say anything to see my prepare assent as he positioned me in the breeding crate and adjusted the strap under my breasts and tummy and across my back.

I positioned my chin on the warm padded leather of the support and wriggled my butt in anticipation of the cool musty spray which he soon applied copiously to my back end and intimate thighs. Opening my ass a bit with his finger, he sprayed more in spite of appearance. And then he went away !

As I knelt there, I realized I was at a remote farmstead, naked, out of room access except for the molt roof above, yet totally confined by the bar of the breeding crate and the leather straps supporting yet restraining my torso. I quivered, a bit from fearfulness of what he may have in store for me and and quite a bit from sheer anticipation. I could get wind dogs in the length, no doubtfulness greeting Milo as he reached the pens, but otherwise, everything was restrained as quiet can only be this far out in the country. There was a slight snap which made me acutely aware of the strong bitch-in-heat hormone now drying coolie on my exposed derriere, the scent of it puckering my nose. I knelt, exposed for what seemed like a very farseeing prison term. And then I heard Milo returning, oral presentation as though to an animal.

"Steady boy, steady"and suddenly I felt hot breath and a cool down nose probing against my anus."unshakable boy, unfaltering"Milo chanted."Come and meet beloved ”. And there he was, standing taller than me on my knees, a immense Mastiff, possibly two hundred Lebanese pound, I thought."Honey this is lad ; Gent this is honey. She'll be your bitch for today ”. Gand gave my expression a friendly clout and reached his headway inside the crate to favor my swinging tit with a serial publication of wet slug as well.

Meanwhile Milo was busy behind me. He first slathered my ass with a slippery salve and worked it into me with his fingers. One, two, three, Sir Thomas More salve and one more finger as he opened me wide. My whole body quivered as my crocked fiddling ass hole was stretched wide overt and my breasts were rasped by cuss's warm, wet tongue. At death milo judged I was open enough and called"okey chap, she's gear up for you"and Ghent abandoned licking my breast for a more interesting office of my anatomy.

He thrust his pry deep between my butt cheek and into my anus, no question checking for the reference of the bitch-heat he could smell. Then he licked my ass and got himself prepare for stage business. At first when Gent heaved himself up onto my back, I thought I'd collapse under his weight but milo maize adjusted his look mitt onto leather sustenance built into the crate expressly to protect medium-sized bitches being bred to gravid sires. Despite milo's stretching and all the lubricating substance, Gand's cock felt very large as he forced it into me and I spread my knee as far as the crateful would allow. He took a half dozen unawares, riotous tentative cerebrovascular accident, then pushed in all the way. His cock must have been at half mast when I saw it while he was licking my boobs. Now it felt about 8 in or More, sliding all the way up and around the bend in my tunnel. And that was where it stayed, with Gent thrusting as though to go even mystifying while his big nut swelled up to double-size just inside my opening, locking him firmly inside my body.

beingness fucked by a big, experienced fosterage dog is like zilch else in the world — including being fucked by a big, horny man. Once his nut expanded inside me, nothing could get it out until he had placed his sperm as far inside of me as he could hit. There was very little"in and out ”, perhaps an inch or so, but the deep thrusts and pulsing cock sent me almost immediately into a United States Department of State where my mind floated free of my consistence watching as I writhed in the strap beneath the mighty mastiff's assault. Few men have ever been able-bodied to maneuver their putz past the piercing turn which is located about six inch up into my rear love burrow, and the exquisite torture of his shaft forcing past that stricture and rubbing back and Forth River on it brought binge to my optic as I screamed with pleasure and pain.

I have no idea how long the big Mastiff continued to drive his big shaft up inside my organic structure. I was only conscious of being driven from one agonized sexual climax to the following, barely aware that the screaming articulation in the background knowledge was my own. And then something changed ! Gent picked up his pace and his swollen cock grew even great with the first explosion of ejaculate. But he had more ! Three to a greater extent fourth dimension I felt his cock crestless wave and inject another lading of his cum into me before he stopped thrusting and started licking the back of my cervix as his nut shrank and he was finally able-bodied to root for out of me. And I could stop screeching and hang limply in the leather straps.

"Good boy !"complimented Milo as he led the dog away. Despite being naked in the shady shed, and despite the lightness downslope gentle wind, I was drenched with perspiration and grateful when milo returned and began to wash and pass over me down with fine spraying from a convenient schnozzle. He washed me as he would a dog, sudsing along my spur, then washing downwards. He even rinsed out my sore dear pickle, but if I thought he was going to let me go, I realized I was wrong when he again poured and massaged lotion into me, then mounted me much as Gent had done. Though he was a big man with a fairly large dick, he wasn't as big as the dog, but clearly he was highly stimulated from having watched my functioning with the savage and he thrust into me without any preliminaries.

By this sentence of course, my hole was gaping so his peremptory debut caused me no discomfort and the generous application of an aloe lotion soothed the soreness as he distributed it deeply with his veined cock. I was, unfortunately, too tired to take full advantage of his drive but did try to render him a piddling energy back. I'm not sure he noticed. He was so up he just needed to fuck, which he did, getting off with about five bit of vigorous humping.

He stood there and wiped himself off before releasing me from the crate and lent me an arm as I stood unsteadily to my feet."That was incredible"I managed.

"glad to oblige"he grinned."Anytime. Always have at least one stud needing an outing."And we started back toward the farmhouse. Naked, I felt streamlet of cum — man and dog — streaming down my ramification. I stopped and looked down to see it puddling around my ankles before it slowly seeped into the hard-packed earth of the path.

"I'll need another tub ”, I thought, but spotting a garden hose near the family, just hosed myself off, the cold water system feeling good on my pelt, even as I douched to get more of the gooey mixture out of me. But even with all the washables, some of the bitch-heat must take lingered on me because just as I was about to enter the farm house to retrieve my dress and puppy declaration, a adorable Scotch Collie came bounding up, nose and track in the air, heavy cock swinging below and headed heterosexual for me.

"neighbor's dog"growled Milo."Damned nuisance !"So I continued on in, pulled my unwrinkled dress over my head, straightened my hair with my fingers and, with a last goodbye, picked up my puppy contract and left.

The Collie was still there and still so tidal bore, he jumped into my truck as soon as I opened the room access. I hesitated, wondering how to get him out, then shrugged."What the heck. I may be satiated for now but later. .. . ? And I drove out of the chiliad .