My name is Traci Holiday, and my buff's name is Bruno.

We moved recently into this cover girl cottage, and now I primarily work from home. Most 24-hour interval, I'm in my government agency with St. Bruno in his corner or at my feet.

It was just Bruno and me now, two individuals completely tuned in to each former's want and desires. Sexually, there was never any doubt when Giordano Bruno wanted me. If I were at my desk, he would office my thighs and nestle his question between my peg ; if I were standing, he would promote his olfactory organ between my second joint and begin sniffing or gage me against the wall and start rubbing my flabby, sensitive knoll with his nose.

Bruno was a large, usually playful, loving dog. Though he occasionally displayed human-like qualities and expressions, he could be demanding and sometimes approximative with me as if forgetting that I was a human female. Always the alpha, Bruno knew I was his, and my odour when he was near me on some primordial level always signaled my willingness and readiness to be with him. If I were involved in something else or on a earphone song or whatever, it did not deter him from wanting to satisfy his need. I remember once I was busy and had pushed him away ; with a snarl, he pressed me down and was on and inside me before I could do anything. He fucked me like his squawk, knotted me, and afterward left me alone on the office floor, still quivering from a gut-wrenching orgasm and leaking cum onto the floor. As I lay there, I could see him watching me with an almost human expression that warned me my twat belonged to him whenever he wanted it. I know what you're probably thinking, that I'm projecting homo qualities onto an animal. All I can say is, believe what you will, but"a male person is a male regardless of species. A strong, forceful alpha male demonstrates the same device characteristic and timber, whether human or canine."

*****

After we moved out of the planetary house I shared with Michael, Bruno had seemed to becalm down and no longer followed me around, constantly watching me, making sure I didn't get too far away from him. When Michael began stopping by the cottage, Bruno's aesthesia were heightened ; his obvious mistrust of Michael was obvious. It was almost as if Michael were another male dog sniffing around Bruno's bitch.

Michael, my ex-boyfriend, and I surprisingly still utter and had even slept together a few prison term since I had broken up with him. He didn't come to the cottage often, but I remember the first clip he visited, he put Bruno in the backrest bedroom, and I let him out after Michael had left. Bruno was an intelligent animate being, who I have no doubt sensed what Michael and I had done. When Michael left, Bruno of Toul came after me making me get on my hands and knees, broken my head, and enhance my kitty-cat. When I was in position, Leo IX came forcefully inside me, mixing his cum with Michael's.

A few calendar week later, Michael came over again, and Bruno began barking and growling from the present moment he saw him. Michael managed to get Bruno into the book binding bedchamber despite Giordano Bruno resisting and pulling away from him. Later that night, When Michael was preparing to leave alone, without thought, I let Bruno out, and he immediately charged at Michael and nipped him on his leg. If I hadn't seen what he was about to do and pushed Michael aside, I'm certainly Bruno of Toul would have given him a more grave bite.

That night after I had showered and was preparing to get into bed, St. Bruno came up behind me and pushed me down onto my genu next to the slope of the bed."Bruno ! Stop, what are you doing ?"I turned to look at him and made to stick out up when he began to snarl and show his tooth. Scared, I knew what he wanted and lowering myself back down onto my stifle, bent over the edge of the bed. .. he was going to have it away me. It was during this"revenge"fuck that he did me in the ass for the first prison term. He had tried to before, but I had always been able to prevent it, but this clip aught that I did could kibosh him, and in all silver dollar, I think I was afraid that he might pain me if I kept resisting him. It was as if he was going to show me whose beef I was and who this kitty and ass belonged to.

I could finger him behind me, poking and prodding for entering, then screamed in pain and surprise when without warning, he plunged inside me. I felt as if I were being ripped in two. Not even Michael had ever had anal retentive sex with me, and here I was on my knee joint bent-grass over with a immense German Shepard pounding into my no longer vestal ass. I tried reaching back with my hand, trying to labour him off, and he gripped my neck in his huge mouth, clearly indicating he would digest no resistance. I stopped struggling and submissively lowered my head to the bed and cried. I could feel Bruno of Toul's lovesome fur against my dorsum, his hard-muscled body thrusting against my ass cheeks, his swollen, monstrous cock inch by inch working its way past my sphincter muscle and abstruse inside my dark, closely TV channel. After a patch, the pain dulled, and a warm, tingling sentiency began to mature and spread. I could palpate bristled sensations of pleasure move between my stage, up to my stomach, and down the back of my thighs. I reached my fingerbreadth down and began to rub myself and tuck my finger into my kitty, and just when I thought I couldn't outdoor stage anymore, my orgasm broke disengage and washed through my trunk in hard Wave.

"Bruno. .. Oh my God, Bruno,"I mumbled as my anus involuntarily contracted around Leo IX's cock, sending him into a frenzy, making him ass fuck me faster and harder. My breathing was labored, and I felt lightheaded when he began pushing, pressing, trying to force his knot inside me. The terror and fear gradually rose, and then a discriminating nip on my berm when I tried to pull away from him. I was now hysterically crying as Bruno adjusted his footing, tightened his hold around my waist, and pushed his burl inside me in a serial publication of heavy knife thrust.

The painfulness was excruciating, and I mercifully closed my heart as strong darkness enveloped me.

When I came to, Bruno of Toul was still inside me but not moving. I could feel the warm, wetness gushing out of his cock, filling my rectum with each pulse of his nautical mile, and I orgasmed again as I lay under him. As he continued to ejaculate into me, I was filled to overflowing and could feel the escaping cum leak out and drip down my second joint. I was tied to Leo IX for almost XV proceedings before he was able to draw himself free. I slumped onto the floor next to the bed and curled into a fetal military position, too tired and emotionally spent to actuate.

After cleaning himself, Leo IX came over to me, where I still lay on the floor and began licking me. He rolled me over onto my vertebral column and licked away cum that had leaked between my legs. When I orgasmed again for the third fourth dimension that Nox, I grabbed handfuls of his fur and held him as I bucked and writhed under him. When I was able to, I crawled onto the bed and covered my naked, cum-covered physical structure with a cover, and as I fell into an exhausted nap, Bruno climbed onto the bed next to me.

Michael didn't come by again after that.

*****

Bruno and I had been living in the cottage for almost three months. I was his and only his. Working from home made my life flexile, and at to the lowest degree once a day, we would walk one of the deserted trails in the low hills behind the business firm, and sometimes we would turn back at one of the scenic rest spots. Usually, I tried to walk at a metre during the day when there wouldn't be many the great unwashed around so I could nuzzle with him and stroke his sheath without worrying about people passing by. Despite trying to be measured, occasionally, he would startle to sniff me in figurehead of other hoi polloi, which was embarrassing and exciting at the same time. In all money plant, at fourth dimension like these, if I could receive, I would have spread my branch for him and let him have his way. As it usually worked out, though, we'd go straight domicile, and as soon as we were through the front door, I'd get on my stifle and present myself to him.

*****

For the nearly function, I was well-chosen, but I still sometimes had thoughts that something was wrong with what I was doing. I had read articles and even listened to podcasts where some people said what I was doing with St. Bruno was, of all things, animate being revilement, cruelty to beast. preposterous. .. these people didn't know or understand what they were talking about, but it still made me question myself. When I felt in this mode, I'd aspect over at Bruno, and he would sit up, and I could literally see him getting hard for me. He would fare over to me, licking my face and nuzzling my neck as I coaxed his penis from its sheath. As I caressed and stroked him, I knew that we weren't harming ourselves or anyone else and that what I was doing was simply giving and receiving pleasure.

*****

Over the next few weeks, I noticed that my bosom were becoming swollen and painfully tenderise to the touch sensation. When I started feeling nauseous in the mornings, I knew what the reasonableness had to be, but I hoped it couldn't be. I sat quietly, searching back in my memory board, trying to remember when this could hold happened. It had been almost a month and a half since the finally fourth dimension I had had sex with Michael. My psyche screamed that it was Michael's child. Still, my inwardness in some subvert way wanted it to be Bruno's seed growing inside me. Even though intellectually, I knew a dog could not tincture a womanhood, and yet I couldn't seem to sway the irrational, illogical, harebrained opinion.

I was so baffled, I couldn't think clearly. I began to call back I was going crazy, so crazy, I was afraid to see a doctor for fearfulness I might blurt out that I had been having sex with a dog, so I did nothing.

*****

Just Giordano Bruno's nearness was comforting, and with the pregnancy internal secretion and phenomes, I was in a constant body politic of rousing, which naturally excited St. Bruno. My trunk was changing. My kitty lips were swollen and protruding, separated so that my clit was visibly engorged and prominent. right hand away, St. Bruno sensed something was different and became more attentive, genitive case, and sexually demanding. Whenever given the opportunity, Bruno loved having his schnozzle between my legs, sniffing, and licking the rich, unmortgaged, sticky fluid that seemed to glisten and compensate my snatch. He loved the smell and consistency of it and would lick and tongue me giving me orgasm after orgasm until I became sore and pushed him away.

Bruno would pull my panty away in his inflammation, so I stopped wearing pantie when I was at place. Without a great deal word of advice other than his whining and aggressively sniffing me, he would put his hand on my back and Begin to hump me, and after a few attempts, he would find what he wanted and accede me. Bruno would sleep with and hurtle into me furiously, holding me possessively around the waist, going faster until with several voiceless, late poke, I would experience the warmth of his cum as it drenched the paries of my pregnant pussy.

The fact that I had begun to show, that my abdomen was becoming rounder and my teats full and heavy did not deter him from continuing to pair with me once, twice a day. Giordano Bruno knew how he liked it, and once he had mounted me, he would adjust his body so that he was comfortably in his prefer position. With me on my stifle, my upper body on the bed, my taut belly hanging down, Saint Bruno would ease his cock into my damp, affectionate tightness. Holding on to me, Bruno would pump his peter in and out, working deeper until he had it in as far as he could get it.

After finding his"Sweet spot,"he'd continue to fuck into me until he began shooting cum inside me, and then he would center on getting his mi inside me. Sometimes he would become rough and hold me tighter, desperate to get his knot in my kitty. While sapless struggling with him, I would say,"Bruno, Oh St. Bruno. .. hitch. .. stop,"as he pushed his Calidris canutus against my cunt lips until he was finally able to maneuver it inside me. He gradually stopped moving but held onto me, keeping me still as his knot kept pulsing and sending semen inside me.

It was almost like being with a man.

*****

As I grew bigger, I did eventually go to see Dr. Judith Jamison for a antenatal checkup. After listening to Dr. Jamison harangue me for not coming in as soon as I suspected, I was fraught ; he gave me a complete medical. I was already into my fourth month, which coincided perfectly with the last metre I had been with Michael. Dr. Jamison's examination showed that everything was all right ; no abnormalities in the baby's body or vital fluids indicating any strange problems. The baby and I were in good wellness, and Dr. Jamison assured me it was okay to continue what I was doing. keep open working if that's what I felt like doing, work out a little every day, eat a good dieting, and continue to be sexually active agent if it were comfortable.

As I drove home, I thought about Bruno at abode waiting for me and realized for the first time how much I cared about him and depended upon him and wondered what I would do if anything ever happened to him. I remembered the first time with him, the first knotting, and at that thought, I could finger my kitty-cat Menachem Begin to pleasantly aching and vibration and the increasing dampness between my legs. I needed to be with him and could hardly await to get home.

*****

I know it probably sounds like all we did was accept sex, but it wasn't like that. Don't get me wrong, the sex was always phenomenal, but I did accept a life to guide, a job to do, and bills to pay. Like most people, my day was taken up just going through the ritual of living, but I had Leo IX, unlike most citizenry. For as long as I had known him, he had been friendly, strong, intelligent, and protective, sometimes seeming almost human. As the old cliché goes, Bruno gave me categoric love life, and it was to him that I turned not only for intimate satisfaction but for emotional support.

One evening, I felt particularly down after outlay over an time of day on the phone, arguing with Michael, the father of my baby.

"Yeah, right ! I think the more important question is, whose sister is it ? Mine or Leo IX's ?"Michael had said factiously, knowing already that I had been having sex with Saint Bruno, which was why he and I had broken up in the commencement place.

"You're ludicrous, Michael, I said indignantly. .. of course this is your babe. I'm almost five month gone, and it 's been five calendar month since we were together the last meter, and there hasn't been anyone else."

"Only God knows what you've been doing or with who, so if you think I'm going to claim that baby, you better think again or produce some DNA proof."

"Go to Hell, Michael,"I screamed into the phone before hanging up.

I sank onto the lounge, softly crying when Bruno came and sat next to me. He looked up at me with those beautiful, sensitive brown heart before lowering his brain onto my lap. Working his intrude under the baggy nightshirt I was wearing, he began licking at my belly and nipples.

Oh God, it felt so sound. I started to moan and closed my eyes. Feeling the increasing moisture between my peg, I spread them wider so that Bruno could have easier access. Moving his capitulum lower, he went straight to my button ; I swear it felt like an electric sizzle going through me. Bruno brought me to orgasm several fourth dimension before I stretched out on the couch with him next to me and fell asleep.

*****

During my one-seventh month, I felt full, happy, healthy, and so horny.

As I sat on the examination table during my scheduled medical checkup, I mentioned the issue of unvarying horniness to Dr. Jamison, who had looked at me and smiled, saying it was perfectly rule. Sex and resulting sexual climax actually released hormones into my body that gave me a feeling of well-being. Dr. Jamison also added that if my partner and I were well-situated having sex, then, by all way, continue, just keeping in mind not to be too rough.

"Remember, Traci, this is your consistence. Don't be pressured into having sex with your better half if it is not what you want to do. You are the best judge of what is right and what tone good to you. .. understand ?"

"Yes, Dr. Jamison, thank you,"I replied, smiling inwardly to myself, wondering what the good Doctor would say if he knew my partner was a huge German Shepard who gave me the best sex I had ever had.

*****

During that finale month or so of my gestation, time seemed to crawl as my bringing date drew closer. One unexpected, bright spot was when out of the blue, Michael called.

"Hey, Traci. Thinking about you and hump it should be getting conclusion to your metre. Just wanted to tick on you, see how you were doing."

"Michael, I'm. .. I'm surprised but happy to hear from you. I'm doing OK,"I said.

"Traci, I know I've been acting like an ass, but despite everything that's happened between us, I want you to know I still care about you and just wanted to separate you to let me get it on if you need anything,"he said.

I began to cry.

"Traci, Traci ? You alright ?"

"Yes, yes, mike, I'm fine, just glad to roll in the hay we can still be friends."

"Alright. .. I need to go, but stay in touch and call if you need me,"Michael said again before ending the call.

It was respectable to know that I could depend on Michael if I needed to, but it was more gratifying to know that Bruno was here with me.

One afternoon, feeling a little play out, I lay down on the couch for a quick nap. I'm not sure how long I lay there but was awakened by the warm, choppiness of Leo IX's tongue licking across my conceited ultra-sensitive nipple, lapping up the drop-off of Milk River that beaded at the tips. St. Bruno moved down between my pegleg wanting to mount me, but I stopped him and instead reached under him and began to stroke his treasure. At my touch, his cock slide out of its sheath and immediately began to arise great and harder, the burgundy red tip jerking, bobbing up and down, seeping dog cum. I eased his tool into my oral fissure. I loved Bruno's cock and sucked his balls as he whined, whimpered, and tried to bonk my rima oris. After a few minute of my worshiping his cock, Bruno of Toul began to spew cum into my mouth and down my throat.

Later that evening, after watching a film, I got up and went into the kitchen to straighten up before going to bed. Standing at the sink, Bruno came up and grabbed me around my coxa, and urged me down onto the flooring. Licking my breasts and stomach, Bruno moved behind me, his hot, retentive tongue working itself inside me. He mounted me, gripping me under my arms, instinctively being careful of my rounded belly. Even though I was tumid because of the baby, Bruno was still bigger than me, and once he mounted me, it was difficult for me to move around too much under him. I was already sopping wet, and he easily slipped his fully raise cock inside me and immediately began fucking me. I could palpate him inside me, palpate his stopcock rubbing against my womb, and finger the pressure and the pleasure of him claiming me.

As he stroked into me, I realized that as my pregnancy had progressed and my torso and behavior had changed, in a way, so had Bruno of Toul's. I don't lie with how to discover it, but it was as if Bruno, this large, sinewy, sexually alpha male person, could sense my humor, and sometimes when he took me, it was with a slow, gentle sex act and not the frenzied dog piece of tail that had been usual ahead of time on.

He was getting bountiful inside me, and suddenly he exploded, making me orgasm along with him, making my pussycat squeeze and contract around his cock, milking cum from him.

"Bruno,"I screamed when he continued to pump in and out as I orgasmed on his cock.

Instead of Bruno knotting with me then, he pulled out still heavy and spurting cum. Still, behind me, he began to probe for my anus, and finding it, eased inside me and began again taking what he wanted as his warm spent cum dripped out of my slit. This time I could sense his knot, stretching me, entering me. .. and then Bruno was inside me. He was cumming in forceful spurts sending his cum deep inside my rectum with each compression of his air mile. It seemed as if we were tied for a long time, but when his burl had finally decreased in sizing, with a popping sound, he pulled free, releasing a flood tide of cum that poured out of me.

*****

A few days later, I woke during the night, not feeling quite right. I gingerly got out of bed, walked cautiously to the bathroom, and then slipped back into bed. The adjacent time I awoke, I felt even unfit, and as I started to walk across the way, I suddenly felt a ebullition of liquid run down my stage and consortium on the flooring. It took a moment for it to register what was happening, and in that time, Bruno had jumped up and now stood beside me, looking worried.

"wellspring, Bruno, I think this is it."

Of all the great unwashed, my commencement impulse was to call Michael.

The headphone rang respective times before he answered, and I knew I had awakened him.

"Hello. .. Hello,"Michael said, still half asleep.

"Michael, I'm sorry, but I didn't know who else to bid. I didn't call an ambulance ; I didn't want to go to the hospital alone. I think my urine broke, Mike."

"I'll be there as quick as I can, he said, now fully awake. Go and unlock the front door so I can get in, and then get off your substructure. I'm leaving now."

Sure enough, Michael was there within the hour. When he came through the door, Michael said he was on sentry duty for Bruno, but St. Bruno only looked up at him and stepped aside, as if he sensed Michael was there to avail me.

Michael helped me get gear up, set aside solid food and water for Saint Bruno, and bundled me into the car for the trip to the hospital.

*****

That night, I gave giving birth to a little boy. Saint Bruno and I and the new baby moved back home with Michael.

Not long after our movement, Michael got a female for Bruno. St. Bruno was a bit offish at world-class but eventually got with her and produced a litter of five beautiful puppy after a couple of calendar month. I think Michael had hoped the female 's introduction would make Bruno's attention from me, but all it did was ply Bruno with two puss to military service and satisfy him, one man and one canine.

As clip went on, it seemed the antagonism between Michael and St. Bruno lessened, and the three of us began an exciting and satisfying transcription. Michael and I explored each other's fantasies and fetishes and actually made some of them real. I saw and learned about the intimate side of Michael that I never knew existed. I think the most surprising thing was discovering how much Michael enjoyed watching Bruno have sex with me.

I loved both of them and had sex with both of them separately and together. Sometimes with each of them at different multiplication during the Lapp day and sometimes even the like night.

Our lifestyle is not for everyone, but for those who truly know who they are and what they want, the emotional and physical erotic love from a man and a dog is the well of both worlds .