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

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

It was just Bruno of Toul and me now, two individuals completely tuned in to each early's needs and desires. Sexually, there was never any question when Bruno wanted me. If I were at my desk, he would component my thighs and nestle his head between my wooden leg ; if I were standing, he would advertize his nose between my thigh and begin sniffing or back me against the wall and startle rubbing my soft, spiritualist mound with his nose.

Bruno was a expectant, usually playful, loving dog. Though he occasionally displayed human-like qualities and manifestation, he could be demanding and sometimes rocky with me as if forgetting that I was a human female person. Always the alpha, Saint Bruno knew I was his, and my odor when he was near me on some primordial level always signaled my willingness and preparation to be with him. If I were involved in something else or on a speech sound call or whatever, it did not deter him from wanting to fulfill his needs. 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 beef, knotted me, and afterward left me alone on the government agency floor, still quivering from a gut-wrenching orgasm and leaking cum onto the base. As I lay there, I could see him watching me with an almost human expression 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 animal. All I can say is, believe what you will, but"a male person is a male regardless of species. A impregnable, forceful alpha male demonstrates the Saami characteristics and qualities, whether homo or canine."

*****

After we moved out of the house I shared with Michael, Leo IX had seemed to becalm down and no yearner 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 sensibilities were heightened ; his obvious suspicion of Michael was obvious. It was almost as if Michael were another male dog sniffing around Bruno of Toul's bitch.

Michael, my ex-boyfriend, and I surprisingly still verbalize and had even slept together a few times since I had broken up with him. He didn't come to the cottage often, but I remember the first prison term he visited, he put Bruno in the back bedroom, and I let him out after Michael had left. Bruno of Toul was an intelligent animal, who I have no doubt sensed what Michael and I had done. When Michael left, Bruno came after me making me get on my script and knee, grim my head, and raise my pussy. When I was in billet, Bruno came forcefully inside me, mixing his cum with Michael's.

A few hebdomad later, Michael came over again, and Bruno of Toul began barking and growling from the moment he saw him. Michael managed to get Giordano Bruno into the back bedroom despite Bruno resisting and pulling away from him. Later that night, When Michael was preparing to leave, without thinking, 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 certain Bruno would have given him a more severe bite.

That night after I had showered and was preparing to get into bed, Saint Bruno came up behind me and pushed me down onto my human knee next to the side of meat of the bed."Bruno ! Stop, what are you doing ?"I turned to see at him and made to stand up when he began to snarl and exhibit his teeth. Scared, I knew what he wanted and lowering myself back down onto my knee joint, bent over the boundary of the bed. .. he was going to make out me. It was during this"revenge"fuck that he did me in the ass for the showtime metre. He had tried to before, but I had always been able to prevent it, but this time nothing that I did could check him, and in all honesty, I think I was afraid that he might suffer me if I kept resisting him. It was as if he was going to show up me whose squawk I was and who this pussy and ass belonged to.

I could feel him behind me, poking and prodding for entry, then screamed in infliction 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 stifle bent-grass over with a huge German language Shepard pounding into my no longer virgin ass. I tried reaching back with my hired hand, trying to push him off, and he gripped my neck in his immense mouth, clearly indicating he would brook no resistance. I stopped struggling and submissively lowered my head to the bed and cried. I could feel Bruno's lovesome fur against my cover, his hard-muscled body thrusting against my ass cheeks, his swollen, grievous cock inch by inch working its way past my sphincter and profoundly inside my nighttime, tight groove. After a spell, the pain dulled, and a warm, tingling hotshot began to rise and go around. I could feel burry sensations of pleasance move between my wooden leg, up to my breadbasket, and down the book binding of my thighs. I reached my fingers down and began to rub myself and introduce my fingers into my pussy, and just when I thought I couldn't sales booth anymore, my sexual climax broke free and washed through my eubstance in intemperate undulation.

"Saint Bruno. .. Oh my God, Bruno,"I mumbled as my anus involuntarily contracted around Saint Bruno's rooster, 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 thrust his knot inside me. The panic and fear gradually rose, and then a needlelike nip on my shoulder when I tried to pull away from him. I was now hysterically crying as St. Bruno adjusted his terms, tightened his hold around my waist, and pushed his mi inside me in a series of hard thrusts.

The painfulness was excruciating, and I mercifully closed my eyes as warm darkness 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 cock, filling my rectum with each beat of his grayback, and I orgasmed again as I lay under him. As he continued to blunder out into me, I was filled to overflowing and could finger the escaping cum leak out and drip down my thighs. I was tied to Leo IX for almost fifteen second before he was able-bodied to pluck himself free. I slumped onto the base next to the bed and curled into a fetal spatial relation, too sap and emotionally spent to move.

After cleaning himself, Bruno came over to me, where I still lay on the story 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 metre that night, 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 trunk with a blanket, and as I fell into an exhausted sopor, Bruno climbed onto the bed next to me.

Michael didn't come by again after that.

*****

Leo IX and I had been living in the cottage for almost three calendar month. I was his and only his. Working from family made my aliveness flexible, and at to the lowest degree once a day, we would take the air one of the deserted lead in the low hills behind the family, and sometimes we would stop at one of the scenic rest spots. Usually, I tried to walk at a time during the day when there wouldn't be many hoi polloi around so I could cuddle with him and stroke his sheath without worrying about the great unwashed passing by. Despite trying to be deliberate, occasionally, he would start to sniff me in front of other people, which was embarrassing and exciting at the Lapplander clip. In all Lunaria annua, at metre like these, if I could deliver, I would hold spread my legs for him and let him have his way. As it usually worked out, though, we'd go straight home, and as soon as we were through the battlefront door, I'd get on my knees and confront myself to him.

*****

For the most function, I was happy, but I still sometimes had thoughts that something was amiss with what I was doing. I had read clause and even listened to podcasts where some people said what I was doing with Bruno was, of all things, carnal revilement, cruelty to brute. derisory. .. these people didn't know or understand what they were talking about, but it still made me question myself. When I felt in this mood, I'd flavour over at Bruno, and he would sit up, and I could literally see him getting hard for me. He would make out 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 pleasance.

*****

Over the next few workweek, I noticed that my bosom were becoming swollen and painfully tender to the touch. When I started feeling sickish in the morning time, I knew what the reason had to be, but I hoped it couldn't be. I sat quietly, searching back in my memory, trying to recall when this could have happened. It had been almost a month and a one-half since the death time I had had sex with Michael. My brain screamed that it was Michael's babe. Still, my spunk in some twist around way wanted it to be Bruno of Toul's seminal fluid growing inside me. Even though intellectually, I knew a dog could not impregnate a cleaning woman, and yet I couldn't seem to escape from the irrational number, disjointed, insane intellection.

I was so obnubilate, I couldn't think clearly. I began to think I was going crazy, so half-baked, I was afraid to see a physician for fear I might blunder out that I had been having sex with a dog, so I did nothing.

*****

Just Saint Bruno's nearness was comforting, and with the gestation hormones and phenomes, I was in a constant state of arousal, which naturally excited Saint Bruno. My body was changing. My kitty-cat sass were swollen and protruding, separated so that my clit was visibly engorged and outstanding. rightfulness away, Bruno sensed something was dissimilar and became more attentive, possessive, and sexually demanding. Whenever given the chance, Bruno loved having his snout between my wooden leg, sniffing, and licking the copious, clear, gluey fluid that seemed to glisten and incubate my slit. He loved the odor and consistency of it and would lick and tongue me giving me orgasm after coming until I became sore and pushed him away.

Giordano Bruno would pluck my panties away in his fervour, so I stopped wearing scanty when I was at abode. Without lots admonition other than his whining and aggressively sniffing me, he would put his paws on my spinal column and begin to bonk me, and after a few attempts, he would ascertain what he wanted and enrol me. Bruno would hump and thrust into me furiously, holding me possessively around the waistline, going faster until with several hard, cryptical thrusts, I would palpate the warmheartedness of his cum as it drenched the paries of my fraught pussy.

The fact that I had begun to demo, that my belly was becoming rounder and my tit wax and threatening did not deter him from continuing to twin with me once, twice a day. St. Bruno knew how he liked it, and once he had mounted me, he would adjust his body so that he was comfortably in his preferred position. With me on my knees, my upper consistence on the bed, my taut belly hanging down, Giordano Bruno would relieve his cock into my damp, ardent density. Holding on to me, Bruno would pump his pecker in and out, working deeper until he had it in as far as he could get it.

After finding his"confection spot,"he'd continue to bed into me until he began shooting cum inside me, and then he would focus on getting his knot inside me. Sometimes he would become rough and contain me smashed, desperate to get his knot in my cunt. While weakly struggling with him, I would say,"Bruno, Oh Bruno. .. stop. .. stop,"as he pushed his burl against my cunt sassing until he was finally able-bodied 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 fully grown, I did eventually go to see Dr. Jamison for a prenatal checkup. 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 month, which coincided perfectly with the last time I had been with Michael. Dr. Jamison's exam showed that everything was ticket ; no abnormalities in the baby's dead body or vital fluids indicating any strange problems. The baby and I were in goodness wellness, and Dr. Judith Jamison assured me it was okay to continue what I was doing. Keep working if that's what I felt like doing, exercise a minuscule every day, eat a good diet, and continue to be sexually active if it were comfortable.

As I drove abode, I thought about Giordano Bruno at home waiting for me and realized for the first gear meter how often I cared about him and depended upon him and wondered what I would do if anything ever happened to him. I remembered the outset time with him, the first knotting, and at that thought, I could finger my pussy Menachem Begin to pleasantly ache and quiver and the increasing dampness between my peg. I needed to be with him and could hardly expect to get home.

*****

I know it probably sounds like all we did was stimulate sex, but it wasn't like that. Don't get me wrong, the sex was always phenomenal, but I did have a living to lead, a job to do, and eyeshade to pay. Like virtually people, my day was taken up just going through the ritual of livelihood, but I had Bruno of Toul, unlike most mass. For as long as I had known him, he had been friendly, potent, levelheaded, and protective, sometimes seeming almost human. As the old cliché goes, St. Bruno gave me unconditional love, and it was to him that I turned not only for sexual satisfaction but for emotional support.

One eve, I felt particularly down after spending over an hour on the phone, arguing with Michael, the father of my babe.

"Yeah, right ! I think the more important doubt is, whose baby is it ? Mine or Bruno's ?"Michael had said factiously, knowing already that I had been having sex with Bruno of Toul, which was why he and I had broken up in the first place.

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

"Go to Hades, Michael,"I screamed into the telephone set before hanging up.

I sank onto the sofa, softly crying when Bruno came and sat side by side to me. He looked up at me with those beautiful, sore chocolate-brown eyes before lowering his principal onto my lap. Working his horn in under the loose-fitting 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 centre. Feeling the increasing moisture between my leg, I spread them wider so that Bruno could have easy access. Moving his head lower, he went straight to my clit ; I swear it felt like an electric sizzle going through me. Bruno brought me to orgasm several times before I stretched out on the couch with him next to me and fell asleep.

*****

During my seventh month, I felt good, felicitous, goodish, and so horny.

As I sat on the exam table during my scheduled checkup, I mentioned the issue of invariable horniness to Dr. Jamison, who had looked at me and smiled, saying it was perfectly normal. Sex and resulting coming actually released hormone into my body that gave me a tactual sensation of upbeat. Dr. Jamison also added that if my spouse and I were comfortable having sex, then, by all means, continue, just keeping in psyche not to be too rough.

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

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

*****

During that last calendar month or so of my pregnancy, clip seemed to crawl as my speech date drew closer. One unexpected, promising smudge was when out of the blue, Michael called.

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

"Michael, I'm. .. I'm surprised but happy to learn 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 know I still care about you and just wanted to tell apart you to let me know if you need anything,"he said.

I began to cry.

"Traci, Traci ? You alright ?"

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

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

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

One afternoon, feeling a little tired, 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, roughness of Bruno's tongue whacking across my swell ultra-sensitive mammilla, lapping up the bead of milk that beaded at the tip. Giordano Bruno moved down between my legs wanting to mount me, but I stopped him and instead reached under him and began to stroke his treasure. At my touch, his shaft sloping trough out of its sheath and immediately began to grow heavy and harder, the Bourgogne red tip jerk, bobbing up and down, seeping dog cum. I eased his hammer into my mouth. I loved Bruno of Toul's cock and sucked his nut as he whined, whimpered, and tried to have it away my oral fissure. After a few minutes of my worshiping his cock, Bruno began to sick cum into my mouth and down my throat.

Later that evening, after watching a picture, I got up and went into the kitchen to neaten up before going to bed. Standing at the sinkhole, Bruno came up and grabbed me around my hips, and urged me down onto the base. Licking my white meat and stomach, Giordano Bruno moved behind me, his hot, farseeing lingua working itself inside me. He mounted me, gripping me under my arms, instinctively being careful of my rounded belly. Even though I was larger 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 rear tool inside me and immediately began fucking me. I could feel him inside me, feel his cock rubbing against my uterus, and feel the pressure and the delight of him claiming me.

As he stroked into me, I realized that as my pregnancy had progressed and my torso and deportment had changed, in a way, so had Saint Bruno's. I don't know how to describe it, but it was as if Leo IX, this large, muscular, sexually alpha male, could sense my moods, and sometimes when he took me, it was with a slow, docile copulation and not the frenzied dog fucking that had been usual early on.

He was getting gravid inside me, and suddenly he exploded, making me orgasm along with him, making my pussy squeeze play and contract around his rooster, milking cum from him.

"Giordano 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 firmly and spurting cum. Still, behind me, he began to dig into 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 pussycat. This time I could feel his knot, stretching me, entering me. .. and then Bruno was inside me. He was cumming in emphatic spirt sending his cum deeply inside my rectum with each muscular contraction of his knot. It seemed as if we were tied for a long prison term, but when his knot had finally decreased in size, with a popping sound, he pulled free people, releasing a flood of cum that poured out of me.

*****

A few days later, I woke during the night, not feeling quite aright. I gingerly got out of bed, walked cautiously to the toilet, and then slipped back into bed. The side by side time I awoke, I felt even defective, and as I started to walk across the room, I suddenly felt a gush of liquid run down my legs and pool on the base. It took a bit for it to register what was happening, and in that fourth dimension, Bruno had jumped up and now stood beside me, looking worried.

"fountainhead, Leo IX, I think this is it."

Of all people, my commencement impulse was to anticipate Michael.

The phone rang various 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 call. I didn't call an ambulance ; I didn't want to go to the hospital alone. I think my water 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 feet. I'm leaving now."

Sure enough, Michael was there within the hour. When he came through the room access, Michael said he was on guard for Bruno, but St. 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 Bruno, and bundled me into the car for the misstep to the hospital.

*****

That dark, I gave birth to a little boy. Leo IX and I and the new sister moved back place with Michael.

Not long after our move, Michael got a female for Leo IX. Bruno was a bit offish at inaugural but eventually got with her and produced a litter of five beautiful pup after a couple of months. I think Michael had hoped the female person 's introduction would draw Bruno's tending from me, but all it did was ply Bruno with two pussies to service and meet him, one human and one canine.

As time went on, it seemed the hostility between Michael and St. Bruno lessened, and the three of us began an exciting and satisfying agreement. Michael and I explored each other's fantasies and fetishes and actually made some of them actual. I saw and learned about the intimate side of Michael that I never knew existed. I think the most surprising thing was discovering how a lot 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 sentence during the Sami 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 aroused and strong-arm love from a man and a dog is the secure of both earthly concern .