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

We moved recently into this lovely cottage, and now I primarily work from family. most day, I'm in my office with Bruno in his corner or at my feet.

It was just Leo IX and me now, two somebody completely tuned in to each other's needs and desires. Sexually, there was never any doubt when Bruno wanted me. If I were at my desk, he would part my thigh and nestle his read/write head between my legs ; if I were standing, he would crusade his nose between my thighs and begin sniffing or back me against the wall and get-go rubbing my soft, sensitive heap with his nose.

Bruno was a heavy, usually playful, loving dog. Though he occasionally displayed human-like calibre and expressions, he could be demanding and sometimes pugnacious with me as if forgetting that I was a human female person. Always the alpha, Bruno of Toul knew I was his, and my scent when he was near me on some aboriginal layer always signaled my willingness and set to be with him. If I were involved in something else or on a phone birdcall or whatever, it did not deter him from wanting to fill his needs. I remember once I was busy and had pushed him away ; with a tangle, he pressed me down and was on and inside me before I could do anything. He fucked me like his bitch, knotted me, and afterward left me alone on the office trading 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 aspect that warned me my pussy belonged to him whenever he wanted it. I know what you're probably thinking, that I'm projecting human qualities onto an fauna. All I can say is, believe what you will, but"a male is a male regardless of species. A strong, emphatic alpha male demonstrates the like device characteristic and quality, whether man or canine."

*****

After we moved out of the menage I shared with Michael, Bruno had seemed to lull down and no longer followed me around, constantly watching me, making indisputable I didn't get too far away from him. When Michael began stopping by the bungalow, Bruno's sensibilities were heightened ; his obvious distrust of Michael was obvious. It was almost as if Michael were another male dog sniffing around Leo IX's bitch.

Michael, my ex-boyfriend, and I surprisingly still spoke and had even slept together a few fourth dimension since I had broken up with him. He didn't come to the bungalow often, but I remember the offset fourth dimension he visited, he put Bruno in the back bedchamber, and I let him out after Michael had left. Giordano Bruno was an thinking creature, who I have no doubt sensed what Michael and I had done. When Michael left, Saint Bruno came after me making me get on my paw and stifle, lower berth my head, and enhance my pussycat. When I was in position, Bruno 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 moment he saw him. Michael managed to get Bruno into the backwards bedroom despite Bruno resisting and pulling away from him. Later that night, When Michael was preparing to leave, without cerebration, 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 for certain Bruno would receive given him a more serious bite.

That Nox after I had showered and was preparing to get into bed, Bruno came up behind me and pushed me down onto my knees next to the incline of the bed."Bruno ! Stop, what are you doing ?"I turned to look at him and made to stand up when he began to entangle and designate his teeth. Scared, I knew what he wanted and lowering myself back down onto my knees, hang over the edge of the bed. .. he was going to hump me. It was during this"revenge"fuck that he did me in the ass for the first sentence. He had tried to before, but I had always been able to foreclose it, but this time nothing that I did could stop him, and in all honesty, I think I was afraid that he might spite me if I kept resisting him. It was as if he was going to show me whose bitch I was and who this cunt and ass belonged to.

I could finger him behind me, poking and prodding for launching, then screamed in pain and surprisal when without warning, he plunged inside me. I felt as if I were being ripped in two. Not even Michael had ever had anal sex with me, and here I was on my knees hang over with a huge German language Shepard throbbing into my no longer virgin ass. I tried reaching back with my hand, trying to crowd him off, and he gripped my neck opening in his huge mouth, clearly indicating he would abide no opposition. I stopped struggling and submissively lowered my caput to the bed and cried. I could feel Saint Bruno's warm up fur against my dorsum, his hard-muscled body thrusting against my ass brass, his swollen, flagitious cock column inch by inch working its way past my sphincter muscle and rich inside my dark, tight channel. After a while, the botheration dulled, and a warm, tingling sensation began to grow and disseminate. I could feel prickly sensation of joy relocation between my leg, up to my tummy, and down the back of my second joint. I reached my fingerbreadth down and began to rub myself and sneak in my fingers into my kitty, and just when I thought I couldn't stall anymore, my orgasm broke free and washed through my body in hard moving ridge.

"St. Bruno. .. Oh my God, Bruno,"I mumbled as my anus involuntarily contracted around Bruno's cock, sending him into a frenzy, making him ass fuck me faster and harder. My external respiration was labored, and I felt lightheaded when he began pushing, pressing, trying to impel his naut mi inside me. The panic and fear gradually rose, and then a sharp nip on my shoulder when I tried to pull away from him. I was now hysterically crying as Bruno adjusted his footing, tightened his hold around my waistline, and pushed his knot inside me in a series of hard poking.

The annoyance was excruciating, and I mercifully closed my oculus as strong wickedness enveloped me.

When I came to, Giordano Bruno was still inside me but not moving. I could feel the warm, wetness gushing out of his shaft, filling my rectum with each pulse of his knot, and I orgasmed again as I lay under him. As he continued to blurt into me, I was filled to overflowing and could feel the escaping cum passing water out and drip down my thighs. I was tied to Bruno for almost fifteen moment before he was capable to pull himself justify. I slumped onto the floor next to the bed and curled into a fetal position, too fatigue and emotionally spent to propel.

After cleaning himself, Bruno came over to me, where I still lay on the floor and began licking me. He rolled me over onto my back and licked away cum that had leaked between my stage. When I orgasmed again for the tertiary time that nighttime, I grabbed handfuls of his fur and held him as I bucked and writhed under him. When I was capable to, I crawled onto the bed and covered my naked, cum-covered body with a blanket, and as I fell into an exhausted sleep, Bruno climbed onto the bed next to me.

Michael didn't come by again after that.

*****

Bruno and I had been living in the bungalow for almost three calendar month. I was his and only his. Working from nursing home made my life pliant, and at least once a day, we would take the air one of the deserted trail in the low hills behind the house, and sometimes we would stop at one of the scenic rest blot. Usually, I tried to walk at a prison term during the day when there wouldn't be many citizenry around so I could nuzzle with him and stroke his case without worrying about people passing by. Despite trying to be measured, occasionally, he would start to sniffle me in front of former multitude, which was embarrassing and exciting at the same clock time. In all honesty, at fourth dimension like these, if I could give, I would have spread my stage for him and let him have his way. As it usually worked out, though, we'd go straight menage, and as soon as we were through the front doorway, I'd get on my knee joint and deliver myself to him.

*****

For the nigh part, I was happy, but I still sometimes had thoughts that something was wrong with what I was doing. I had read clause and even listened to podcasts where some multitude said what I was doing with Bruno was, of all things, fleshly abuse, cruelty to animals. Ridiculous. .. these mass didn't know or understand what they were talking about, but it still made me question myself. When I felt in this humor, I'd look over at Bruno of Toul, and he would sit up, and I could literally see him getting hard for me. He would hail over to me, licking my aspect 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 pleasance.

*****

Over the next few hebdomad, I noticed that my white meat were becoming swollen and painfully offer to the sense of touch. When I started feeling nauseous in the sunup, I knew what the reasonableness had to be, but I hoped it couldn't be. I sat quietly, searching back in my memory, trying to call up when this could experience happened. It had been almost a calendar month and a half since the last time I had had sex with Michael. My mind screamed that it was Michael's baby. Still, my heart in some perverted way wanted it to be Bruno's seed growing inside me. Even though intellectually, I knew a dog could not tincture a cleaning woman, and yet I couldn't seem to rock the irrational number, disordered, harebrained persuasion.

I was so fuddle, I couldn't think clearly. I began to think I was going sick, so unhinged, I was afraid to see a doctor for reverence I might blurt out out that I had been having sex with a dog, so I did nothing.

*****

Just Bruno's nearness was comforting, and with the gestation hormones and phenomes, I was in a constant state of arousal, which naturally excited Bruno of Toul. My eubstance was changing. My pussy back talk were swollen and protruding, separated so that my clitoris was visibly engorged and prominent. Right away, Bruno sensed something was dissimilar and became more attentive, possessive case, and sexually demanding. Whenever given the chance, Bruno loved having his snoot between my pegleg, sniffing, and licking the copious, clear, pasty fluid that seemed to gleam and cover my dent. 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.

Saint Bruno would rupture my panties away in his excitement, so I stopped wearing scanty when I was at nursing home. Without a lot admonition former than his whining and aggressively sniffing me, he would put his hand on my cover and begin to get it on me, and after a few attempts, he would find what he wanted and introduce me. Bruno would hump and thrust into me furiously, holding me possessively around the waist, going faster until with several surd, deep thrusts, I would feel the warmheartedness of his cum as it drenched the walls of my pregnant pussy.

The fact that I had begun to depict, that my belly was becoming rounder and my mammilla full and gravid did not deter him from continuing to copulate with me once, twice a day. Bruno of Toul knew how he liked it, and once he had mounted me, he would adapt his dead body so that he was comfortably in his prefer position. With me on my knee joint, my upper consistence on the bed, my taut belly hanging down, Giordano Bruno would ease his cock into my damp, warm tightness. Holding on to me, Bruno would pump his cock in and out, working deeper until he had it in as far as he could get it.

After finding his"sweet patch,"he'd continue to sleep with into me until he began shooting cum inside me, and then he would focus on getting his knot inside me. Sometimes he would suit harsh and hold me taut, desperate to get his knot in my pussy. While weakly struggling with him, I would say,"Bruno, Oh Giordano Bruno. .. stop. .. period,"as he pushed his knot against my cunt lips until he was finally able to channelise it inside me. He gradually stopped moving but held onto me, keeping me still as his knot kept pulsing and sending come inside me.

It was almost like being with a man.

*****

As I grew cock-a-hoop, I did eventually go to see Dr. Jamison for a antepartum health check. After listening to Dr. Jamison harangue me for not coming in as soon as I suspected, I was meaning ; he gave me a complete checkup. I was already into my fourth calendar month, which coincided perfectly with the finale time I had been with Michael. Dr. Jamison's examination showed that everything was fine ; no freakishness in the baby's body or vital fluids indicating any strange problem. The baby and I were in good wellness, and Dr. Jamison assured me it was okay to continue what I was doing. Keep working if that's what I felt like doing, work a little every day, eat a good dieting, and persist in to be sexually active if it were comfortable.

As I drove family, I thought about Bruno at home waiting for me and realized for the number one meter how lots I cared about him and depended upon him and wondered what I would do if anything ever happened to him. I remembered the starting time clock time with him, the first of all knotting, and at that idea, I could feel my snatch begin to pleasantly ache and quiver and the increasing dampness between my legs. I needed to be with him and could hardly wait to get home.

*****

I know it probably sounds like all we did was suffer sex, but it wasn't like that. Don't get me wrong, the sex was always phenomenal, but I did feature a life to lead, a job to do, and bills to pay. Like most hoi polloi, my day was taken up just going through the ritual of living, but I had Bruno, unlike most mass. For as long as I had known him, he had been friendly, unattackable, thinking, and protective, sometimes seeming almost human. As the old cliché goes, Bruno gave me unconditioned love, and it was to him that I turned not only for sexual satisfaction but for emotional support.

One evening, I felt particularly down after spending over an hour on the earpiece, arguing with Michael, the father of my baby.

"Yeah, right ! I think the more crucial motion 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 initiative place.

"You're ridiculous, Michael, I said indignantly. .. of course this is your sister. I'm almost five month gone, and it 's been five months since we were together the last time, 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 babe, you better think again or produce some DNA proof."

"Go to Scheol, Michael,"I screamed into the earpiece before hanging up.

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

Oh God, it felt so good. I started to moan and closed my eyes. Feeling the increasing moisture between my legs, I spread them wider so that Bruno could give leisurely access. Moving his school principal lower, he went straight to my clit ; I swear it felt like an electric car sizzle going through me. Giordano Bruno brought me to orgasm several fourth dimension before I stretched out on the sofa with him next to me and fell asleep.

*****

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

As I sat on the exam mesa during my scheduled medical exam, I mentioned the issue of unremitting horniness to Dr. Jamison, who had looked at me and smiled, saying it was perfectly normal. Sex and resulting climax actually released hormones into my physical structure that gave me a feeling of upbeat. Dr. Jamison also added that if my partner and I were comfortable having sex, then, by all means, continue, just keeping in judgement not to be too rough.

"Remember, Traci, this is your consistence. Don't be pressured into having sex with your pardner if it is not what you want to do. You are the best judge of what is right and what feels adept to you. .. infer ?"

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

*****

During that death calendar month or so of my pregnancy, time seemed to crawl as my delivery date drew closer. One unexpected, bright fleck was when out of the blue, Michael called.

"Hey, Traci. Thinking about you and knew it should be getting finis to your time. Just wanted to gibe on you, see how you were doing."

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

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

I began to cry.

"Traci, Traci ? You alright ?"

"Yes, yes, Mike, I'm fine, just glad to know we can still be friends."

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

It was good to sleep with that I could bet on Michael if I needed to, but it was more gratifying to have a go at it that Leo IX was here with me.

One afternoon, feeling a little run down, I lay down on the sofa for a quick nap. I'm not sure how prospicient I lay there but was awakened by the warm, roughness of Bruno's glossa whacking across my egotistical ultra-sensitive mammilla, lapping up the drib of milk that beaded at the tips. Bruno moved down between my ramification wanting to mount me, but I stopped him and instead reached under him and began to stroke his hoarded wealth. At my speck, his cock slide out of its sheath and immediately began to develop bountiful and harder, the Bourgogne red tip jerk, bobbing up and down, seeping dog cum. I eased his tool into my mouth. I loved Bruno's cock and sucked his musket ball as he whined, whimpered, and tried to hump my rima oris. After a few minutes of my worshiping his cock, Bruno began to spew cum into my mouthpiece and down my throat.

Later that evening, after watching a movie, I got up and went into the kitchen to square away up before going to bed. Standing at the sink, Bruno came up and grabbed me around my pelvic girdle, and urged me down onto the base. Licking my breasts and abdomen, Saint Bruno moved behind me, his hot, long tongue working itself inside me. He mounted me, gripping me under my weapon, instinctively being careful of my rounded belly. Even though I was great because of the baby, St. Bruno was still bigger than me, and once he mounted me, it was difficult for me to motivate around too much under him. I was already sopping wet, and he easily slipped his fully set up tool inside me and immediately began fucking me. I could finger him inside me, feel his shaft rubbing against my womb, and feel the pressure and the pleasure of him claiming me.

As he stroked into me, I realized that as my pregnancy had progressed and my consistence and behavior had changed, in a way, so had Bruno of Toul's. I don't have sex how to discover it, but it was as if St. Bruno, this prominent, muscular, sexually alpha male, could sense my humor, and sometimes when he took me, it was with a dim, aristocratical copulation and not the frenzied dog fucking that had been common early on.

He was getting grownup inside me, and suddenly he exploded, making me orgasm along with him, making my pussy 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 of Toul knotting with me then, he pulled out still concentrated 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 pussy. This clock time I could feel 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 condensation of his mi. It seemed as if we were tied for a prospicient sentence, but when his international nautical mile had finally decreased in size, with a popping speech sound, he pulled destitute, releasing a deluge 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 worse, and as I started to walk across the elbow room, I suddenly felt a gush of liquid state run down my wooden leg and pocket billiards on the base. It took a moment for it to read what was happening, and in that time, Bruno of Toul had jumped up and now stood beside me, looking worried.

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

Of all hoi polloi, my first caprice was to ring Michael.

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

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

"Michael, I'm sorry, but I didn't know who else to shout out. 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 agile as I can, he said, now fully awake. Go and unlock the front door so I can get in, and then get off your feet. I'm leaving now."

Sure enough, Michael was there within the time of day. When he came through the door, Michael said he was on guard for Bruno, but Bruno only looked up at him and stepped aside, as if he sensed Michael was there to help me.

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

*****

That night, I gave parentage to a small boy. St. Bruno and I and the new baby moved back home plate with Michael.

Not long after our move, Michael got a female for Saint Bruno. Leo IX was a bit standoffish at first but eventually got with her and produced a litter of five beautiful puppies after a couple of months. I think Michael had hoped the female 's introduction would draw Bruno's attention from me, but all it did was provide Giordano Bruno with two kitty to servicing and fulfil him, one human being and one canine.

As clip went on, it seemed the hostility between Michael and St. Bruno lessened, and the three of us began an exciting and satisfying transcription. Michael and I explored each former's fancy and voodoo and actually made some of them substantial. I saw and learned about the sexual side of Michael that I never knew existed. I think the most surprising matter 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 unlike times during the like day and sometimes even the same night.

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