This is a Semi-true story. I have changed the names and changed where and when it happened everything else is reliable. This is my first story, it was fairly simple 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 sorry haircloth and middle that change colour based on my moods. I have been our dog 's squawk for many years 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 unnumbered prison term with our dog Joseph Oliver. Oliver is a Golden Retriever he is about eighty British pound, he has the most beautiful coat. It 's so diffused and warm when he is on you or snuggled against you.

Oliver was trained from about six months on to give sex with me. As long as we are in the bedroom, all he has to do is button at me with his paws and I know what he wants. Joseph Oliver is your distinctive horny dog, he wants sex several times a day. Most twenty-four hour period he gets what he wants. Let me delineate a typical day at our house. My wife gets up to go to make for around 5 am. She lets Oliver out, then takes her dayspring shower. I get up near Day while she is showering ( I am move back due to checkup issues so I do n't sour ). I put on a robe and let Oliver in, I check his food and water. My wife gets dressed and leaves for workplace. I go into the chamber to start my morn. Most days Oliver takes this as his queue.

He comes in and waits for my gown to come off. There are little loot on my side from his chela. I do n't mind them, I call them love scratches. Sara looks at them every dark to see if there are new ones. He then jumps up and pushes on my backbone. I know that command. I get down on my hands and knees. I have learned over time to make my finger and wet it with my own spittle and give myself a piffling digit nookie for lubrication. Oliver starts to prance 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 to a greater extent of lets fuck, I need to cum eccentric dog. He walks behind me, and I can feel him breathing on my second joint and ass. He raises up on to my back and his hand grab at my side. I can feel his claws dig a little. I have learned to wish this picayune bit of pain. Its Worth it for his love. His fur is so soft and so fond. I can finger his chest motion as he starts to pant a bit. His oral cavity is just over the back of my cervix, and the heat of his hint gives me goose pimple. I can feel him as he starts to poke at his peter on my ass and I can palpate some of the mucilaginous wetness of his pre-cum. It takes a present moment or two as he finds his St. Mark.

Once Oliver has found my SOB. He pushes in as hard and cryptical as he can. Even now after several long time of it, I still get my breathing space caught for a moment at the look of being penetrated so suddenly. The feeling of his eight-inch hammer ramming into me causes me to close my eyes and my psyche just focuses on the delight. 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 now is I want to please him as much as I can. I want to make him cum, I want to feel him force out his semen into me.

As Oliver nears his dismission he starts to slobber on the binding of my neck. He has always done this. I can experience his pump on my spinal column, his breath on my neck so hot and so strong. The knot has started to push against my ass. This used to anguish but I have gotten so used to it that I can accept him easy now. He pushes his Calidris canutus into me and I can feel it expand inside of me. I know he is almost there. My brainpower scream at me every prison term as I have my own orgasm without touching myself. Oliver gives his grow as he does every time. Then I feel his prick start to shudder in me. I can palpate him cumming inside of me. Oliver has always had what to me is an amazing amount of spermatozoon. I swear to you it feels like a gal ! I know its lupus erythematosus but when it 's being shot up your ass it feels Brobdingnagian ! I love every moment of it.

When he is done he turns away and we have to wait for his mile to go down. I can still feel him in there all that prison term. The floor is already wet from where I have cum and as Oliver exits me with a wet sounding plop. I can finger his sperm run down my leg. I love the feeling and on weekends when Sara is in the climate she will possess me leave 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 night when Sara gets home plate, I will make dinner, we watch some TV or breakers Facebook. Then we head to bed. We both get undressed. This gets Oliver started all over again. Sara will generally look on, sometimes she will lay at the edge of the bed and finger her self-inches from my grimace. Oliver has made it top in the past that you do n't mess with his bitch while fucking so, I have to await for sex with her until after he is done. While Sara has never cared to have sex with King Oliver for pleasure herself she does get off watch him fuck me. After he is done with me she likes to stick her finger's breadth in my ass to keep it open as long as she can. Then she will take her finger's breadth drenched in dog cum and offer them to me. I lick her finger's breadth off and savor in the salty tang of it. most nights this leads to some slap-up sex. For year I have wanted to blow Oliver 's peter, but as I said he does n't wish it. Sara, helped me one prison term to get a mouthpiece fully of dog cum. But that 's something for later on down the road .