This is a Semi-true tarradiddle. I have changed the names and changed where and when it happened everything else is true. This is my starting time story, it was fairly round-eyed to write as I live it each day. I hope you like it. Feedback is welcome !

My public figure is Stormy, I am a 34-year-old male. I have dark fuzz and centre that change semblance based on my moods. 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 uncounted prison term with our dog Oliver. Oliver is a Golden Retriever he is about lxxx pounds, he has the most beautiful coat. It 's so diffuse and quick when he is on you or snuggled against you.

Oliver was trained from about six months on to hold sex with me. As long as we are in the bedroom, all he has to do is thrust at me with his paws and I know what he wants. Oliver is your typical horny dog, he wants sex several times a day. nearly days he gets what he wants. Let me describe a typical day at our house. My married woman gets up to go to forge around 5 am. She lets Oliver out, then takes her morning rain shower. I get up most days while she is showering ( I am retired due to medical issuance so I do n't mold ). I put on a robe and let Oliver in, I check his food and water system. My wife gets dressed and leaves for work. I go into the sleeping room to start my morning. Most day Oliver takes this as his queue.

He comes in and waits for my robe to fall off. There are small scratches on my side from his pincer. I do n't mind them, I call them love scratches. Sara looks at them every night to see if there are new ace. He then jumps up and pushes on my backrest. I know that bid. I get down on my hands and human knee. I have learned over time to take my finger and wet it with my own saliva and hand myself a fiddling finger fuck for lubrication. Oliver starts to swagger around a little because he knows that means I am set. I glimpse 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 net ball fuck, I need to cum type dog. He walks behind me, and I can finger him breathing on my thigh and ass. He raises up on to my rear and his paws grab at my English. I can feel his claws dig a lilliputian. I have learned to like this little bit of pain. Its worth it for his love. His fur is so balmy and so warm. I can experience his dresser move as he starts to pant a bit. His mouth is just over the back of my neck, and the heat of his breathing spell gives me goosebumps. I can feel him as he starts to poke at his cock on my ass and I can feel some of the sticky wetness of his pre-cum. It takes a instant or two as he finds his bell ringer.

Once King Oliver has found my asshole. He pushes in as grueling and abstruse as he can. Even now after several days of it, I still get my hint caught for a moment at the tactile sensation of being penetrated so suddenly. The belief of his eight-inch peter ramming into me causes me to close up my eyes and my nous just focuses on the pleasure. Oliver starts to thrust in and out of me as fast as he can. It feels like a knockout 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 work him cum, I want to feel him squirt his seminal fluid into me.

As Joseph Oliver nears his acquittance he starts to slobber on the rear of my neck. He has always done this. I can experience his kernel on my back, his breathing spell on my cervix so hot and so substantial. The mile has started to agitate against my ass. This used to hurt but I have gotten so victimized to it that I can accept him easy now. He pushes his knot into me and I can feel it elaborate inside of me. I know he is almost there. My brain belly laugh at me every clock time as I have my own climax without touching myself. Oliver gives his grow as he does every time. Then I feel his prick start to thrill in me. I can palpate him cumming inside of me. Oliver has always had what to me is an amazing 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 moment of it.

When he is done he turns away and we have to wait for his international nautical mile to go down. I can still experience him in there all that metre. The level 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 tactual sensation and on weekends when Sara is in the mood she will have me forget it there because she knows I love the look. 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 home, I will cook dinner, we watch some TV or surf Facebook. Then we head to bed. We both get undressed. This gets Oliver started all over again. Sara will generally determine, sometimes she will lay at the edge of the bed and finger her self-inches from my face. Oliver has made it clear in the yesteryear that you do n't mess with his gripe while fucking so, I have to hold off for sex with her until after he is done. While Sara has never cared to have sex with Oliver for delight herself she does get off watch him fuck me. After he is done with me she likes to mystify her fingers in my ass to keep it undefendable as long as she can. Then she will pick out her fingerbreadth drenched in dog cum and proffer them to me. I lick her fingerbreadth off and enjoy in the salty flavor of it. to the highest degree nights this leads to some majuscule sex. For years I have wanted to draw Oliver 's dick, but as I said he does n't like it. Sara, helped me one time to get a mouth wide of dog cum. But that 's something for later on down the route .