This is a Semi-true story. I have changed the gens and changed where and when it happened everything else is genuine. This is my beginning fib, it was fairly wide-eyed to write as I live it each day. I hope you like it. Feedback is welcome !

My figure is Stormy, I am a 34-year-old male. I have dark fuzz and eyes that change colouring material based on my moods. I have been our dog 's bitch for many class now. My married woman 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 Joseph Oliver. Oliver is a aureate Retriever he is about lxxx Egyptian pound, he has the most beautiful coating. It 's so soft and warm when he is on you or snuggled against you.

King Oliver was trained from about six calendar month on to get sex with me. As long as we are in the bedroom, all he has to do is push at me with his mitt and I know what he wants. King Oliver is your distinctive horny dog, he wants sex various clip a day. Most days he gets what he wants. Let me discover a typical day at our house. My married woman gets up to go to influence around 5 am. She lets Oliver out, then takes her morning cascade. I get up to the highest degree twenty-four hour period while she is showering ( I am retired due to medical egress so I do n't go ). I put on a robe and let Oliver in, I check his food and pee. My wife gets dressed and leaves for workplace. I go into the bedroom to bug out my daybreak. Most mean solar day Oliver takes this as his queue.

He comes in and waits for my robe to descend off. There are pocket-sized scratches on my side from his claws. I do n't mind them, I call them have a go at it incision. Sara looks at them every night to see if there are new ones. He then jumps up and pushes on my back. I know that mastery. I get down on my workforce and genu. I have learned over clip to take my fingerbreadth and wet it with my own spittle and commit myself a slight finger piece of ass for lubrication. Oliver starts to ruffle around a little because he knows that means I am ready. 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 Army of the Righteous fuck, I need to cum type dog. He walks behind me, and I can feel him breathing on my thigh and ass. He raises up on to my book binding and his mitt catch at my side of meat. I can sense his claws dig a little. I have learned to wish this slight bit of pain. Its worth it for his love. His fur is so soft and so quick. I can feel his chest of drawers move as he starts to pant a bit. His mouth is just over the back of my neck, and the high temperature of his breathing spell gives me pilomotor reflex. I can feel him as he starts to poke his putz on my ass and I can experience some of the unenviable wetness of his pre-cum. It takes a second or two as he finds his mark.

Once Oliver has found my bastard. He pushes in as severe and deep as he can. Even now after respective long time of it, I still get my breathing time caught for a moment at the feeling of being penetrated so suddenly. The feeling of his eight-inch cock ramming into me causes me to shut my eyes and my genius just focuses on the pleasure. Oliver starts to thrust in and out of me as fast as he can. It feels like a hard smooth rod and it expands as he goes. I push back against him without even thinking about it. All I can think of right field now is I want to please him as much as I can. I want to stool him cum, I want to feel him squirt his seminal fluid into me.

As Oliver nears his release he starts to drool on the back of my neck. He has always done this. I can sense his heart on my rear, his breathing spell on my neck so hot and so warm. The international nautical mile has started to push against my ass. This used to hurt but I have gotten so victimized to it that I can live with him easy now. He pushes his mi into me and I can feel it expand inside of me. I know he is almost there. My encephalon screams at me every time as I have my own orgasm without touching myself. Oliver gives his grow as he does every time. Then I feel his prick head start to throb in me. I can feel him cumming inside of me. Joseph Oliver has always had what to me is an perplex amount of sperm cell. 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 instant of it.

When he is done he turns away and we have to wait for his naut mi to go down. I can still feel him in there all that time. 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 touch and on weekends when Sara is in the mood she will have me pull up stakes it there because she knows I love the feeling. 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 Nox when Sara gets home, I will cook dinner, we watch some TV or surf Facebook. Then we head to bed. We both get strip down. This gets King 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 expression. Joseph 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 Joseph Oliver for pleasure herself she does get off watch him love me. After he is done with me she likes to stick her fingers in my ass to keep it subject as long as she can. Then she will necessitate her finger's breadth drenched in dog cum and offer them to me. I lick her digit off and bask in the salty feel of it. well-nigh nighttime this leads to some great sex. For days I have wanted to suck Oliver 's prick, but as I said he does n't like it. Sara, helped me one clip to get a mouth full of dog cum. But that 's something for later on down the road .