HONEY ON THE FARM

I was a picayune annoy to receive a function e-mail from the local anesthetic agricultural companionship of which I'm a penis and notice that the sender had failed to use the BCC feature so there was my personal e-mail name and address openly broadcast to all 150 member. darn ! So I wasn't really very surprise when I received an electronic mail a few daylight later from Milo, a farmer and dog- breeder whom I knew slightly from ag. society meetings and such.

"I heard somewhere"he stated"that you are looking to obtain a Labradoodle puppy. While I don't have any just now, I do have a beautiful, healthy, 3 year old banner size of it poodle cunt that I'd be prepared to own bred Lab for you. I also have a 2 class old Lab Male with good rakehell blood line. If you're interested, let me cognise and you can have got number one dibs on the litter."

I was very interested having wanted one of these intelligent and beautiful dogs for quite some fourth dimension so I emailed right back expressing interestingness and asking how to move. He responded, suggesting I come over, see the prospective parents and if satisfied, leave a $ 50 deposit and subscribe an monastic order for a pup to be delivered within 6 months at a cost of $ 200.00. Now that's a very full Leontyne Price for a well-bred pup around here so a couple of hours later, I was pulling into Milo's yard.

I parked my undimmed red F-150 in the curtilage beside his raised black F-250 and looked around. The star sign and thou were well-kept, lawns recently mowed, paint refreshed and bright but no one seemed to be around and no farm dog came to greet me. Thinking I heard a articulation around the b, I headed that way and soon discovered milo leaning on a fencing and watching seven prominent frank playing in a two-acre surround enclosure. He greeted me courteously and nodded toward the andiron."They all get a ninety second run twice per day, but some are a footling belligerent toward some others so they have to go out in three groups. Come on and I'll show you Duchess."

Duchess, it turned out, was a slightly expectant than usual measure sizing poodle dog, all white with a regal bearing. But she was clearly well-chosen to see Milo and me and showed as a healthy, happy, well-trained brute. Reluctantly leaving her pen, we walked through a series of lanes to another large enclosure where four black research lab were lolling. They all came toward us at a run and I guessed correctly that the largest, firm of the radical was"Dickens"proposed mate to Duchess. A beautiful, sleek blacken creature with the felicitous, somewhat over-exuberant personality of many research laboratory. milo reached and grabbed Dickens'neckband to guide him out of the pen into the fenced laneway where we stood. devil immediately took off at a all in run to the far end of the laneway about 200 meters distant and back to our feet — all in about 30 seconds it seemed."He's a respectable one"Milo observed. dickens, trousering, nudged his nose under my doll and licked my leg.

"Would you like to see the breeding facility ?"milo maize enquired. The facility turned out to be a cool, wall, high-roofed open building, fresh-smelling with a layer of light stalk for a trading floor. Centered, was an unfamiliar piece of equipment, its purpose becoming unmistakable as we walked close to analyze it. Somewhat resembling an loose crate made of painted cannular steel unresolved at one end, it featured a extensive leather apprehension and respective leather straps, clearly intended to gently hold back a bitch while she was bred. There was even a leather-padded relaxation for her chin and a shelf on which rested an assortment of lotion and potions.

Milo was standing very close to me as we examined the device and I could experience his body heating through the thin cotton fiber frock I was wearing. All at once, his hand was on my ass and his solid arm was turning me towards him. I looked up enquiringly, and he kissed me wide on the lips. Now, I hadn't really been expecting this and perhaps I should ingest been more cautious. But, intent on obtaining a well-bred puppy at a very good monetary value, I had just dived right in.

Certainly milo maize was not a bad-looking man in a rustic variety of way. He was absolutely clean and fresh-smelling. Even his intimation and oral fissure felt refreshing and uninfected, I reflected during the long, protracted kiss. There was no degree in struggling or screaming. We were a couple of miles from the dear neighbor and separated from the road by various hundred meters and multiple buildings. The only problem, I guessed, was that he was my elder by, perhaps 15 years or more.

Still, as the moments dragged on, the motion of his glossa in my mouth and his hired hand on my butt became downright arousing. After all, I'm no Virgo the Virgin. I'm a mature concupiscent ma'am with more than her sightly portion of lusts, desires and fantasies. So, as Milo's hired man inched my doll up and he began to finger my sensitive spots, I felt the juice begin to hang. Milo noticed my damp panties and became bolder, pulling me close so I could find his rising manhood through the fabric of our clothes.

When, at length, he released his grip on me, I dropped to my knees in the easy straw and tugged off his cowboy boots. His jeans and underwear followed allowing his heavily-veined 7 inch cock to leaping forward. Cupping his exceptionally large ball-sac in one hired man and his cock in the early, I began running the tip of my glossa troll and bout under the rim of his mushroom cap. He responded almost at once with a eruct of pre-cum for my tongue. Bouncing his balls with my left hand, I grasped his rooster just below the pass and pulled downward to unfold the slot. Burrowing into his cock slot with my tongue tip, was rewarded with more deposits of pre-cum. But he'd had enough of my taking the lead.

Lifting me to my foot, he turned me around and pushed me forward so I was forced to take hold of the top bar of the breeding crate. He flipped up my skirt and made my panty disappear, spit on his bridge player and began to thumb my hole in earnest. I know he had at least three of his big fingers inside of me, thrusting and pushing deep, again and again until I began to pant and cry in a building orgasm."Maybe you need to become my breeding bitch"I heard him say, but failed to recognize the meaning. With at least three of his fingerbreadth firmly planted in my bet on hole and his other hand firmly grasping the rear of my neck, I mindlessly let him guide me down and forward into the big breeding crate.

The cross shoulder strap were quickly and expertly secured across under my belly and across my back. The endorsement pair of straps, quickly secured, went across just under my breasts and over my back. The encompassing choker, clipped to a ringing followed. The shoulder strap were not slopped and didn't hurt. I could travel incline to incline and, to an extent, forward and back. I just couldn't turn or escape. In fact, when Milo reinserted his fingers into me, I kept thrusting back onto his intemperately hand and actually whimpered when he withdrew his fingers again.

When the first base smack of leather struck the expose soma of my medium rear, I screamed. I couldn't believe he was actually whipping me with a whang ! But he did it again ! And again ! Each time on a slightly unlike smear but often hitting right on the delicate skin around my kitty-cat. When he stopped, my entire rear was burning. The cool down lotion he then applied, served to reduce the burn slightly and he worked it thoroughly into my jam but suddenly I felt pressure against my hatchway and I knew it was his big mushroom boss — and I knew that knob was going to absorb into my anus with the unstopability of an railway locomotive Walter Piston. And it did !

I screamed again. And listen dogs barking somewhere. But now milo's large putz was inside of me and, well-lubricated, I have to accommodate, it felt just very well. He went after me methodically ; retard, then fast, approaching with a right hand wind, then a left ; thrusting up against my book binding osseous tissue, then standing tall and thrusting down toward my belly. My pendulous breasts which had long-since fallen out of the front of my low-cut sundress, swung in counterpoint to his thrusting as I braced myself against his violation on my body trapped inside the breeding pen.

Despite my embarrassing position, I orgasmed several times, waves of Passion of Christ washing over me each time, and when I sensed milo switching to the overdrive of his own rage, I couldn't prevent my naive eubstance from responding yet again and humping back against him within the confines of the crate. I felt the upsurge of his cum gush up into me and with a few last grunts he was done. He himself was finished but he wasn't done with me.

I wriggled within the crate wondering what he would say, if anything, when he turned me loose. But then I sensed him fussing with something behind me and felt a sudden cold sensation on my prat and thighs and heard the auditory sensation of a spray can. I smelt an unfamiliar, but strangely musky odor and heard milo break a short, abrupt pennywhistle."OK, Dickens"he chuckled."It's your turn. Do your thing."

I immediately felt the Lab's cold nozzle on my swollen pussy and then paws up on my buttocks and back, and the patent flavor of his slender cock thrusting enthusiastically into my yap, responding to the powerful raising bitch-hormones milo maize had sprayed all over my nates."Milo"I shouted"let me out of here ”. But he just laughed and came around to the social movement of the crate where he could slap my face a few clock time with his now-flaccid cock. Meanwhile Dickens was picking up fastness and I recalled, with a lot trepidation, reading that once a big dog is inside a kick, his cock inflates a large ball at the bag to proceed him in place until he's all finished placing his sperm. Indeed, from the pressing inside of me, there was no doubt that was what devil had done.

I was furious with milo with the stunt he had pulled on me and was mentally planning the revenges I would bring upon him, when I realized with even more embarrassment, that my rude body was responding very positively to Charles Dickens'enthusiastic efforts. The tides rolled in, the firework go around my brain and my loin quivered with passion and delight. Even after climaxing multiple clock time, I was vaguely disappointed when Dickens completed his task and wandered off after a perfunctory clout or two of my pussy. I just hung there on the strap, spent.

"fountainhead, that was certainly something to watch."Milo was all chortle and joviality as he unbuckled my straps, removed the collar and helped me to my feet. I was trembling and inarticulate and sucked greedily at the water bottle he put into my deal."I could see you were having a rectify good time there and will require to live over it all."And he held up his electric cell telephone to show me the vivid movie of a woman, clearly me, in the throes of passion as a big, smutty Labrador, clapper lolling, enthusiastically, services her within a professional bitch-breeding crate."This is just my amateur movie, but I had the professional raising television camera rolling also, so here's a copy of those films as well from three different angles."And he thrust a trice crusade into my deal as he escorted me to my truck, still standing there in the one thousand in the attenuation sun.

I drove home base in a bit of a haze, warmed up some supper, showered, washed my hair and collapsed on my bed in a rich sleep for nearly 10 hours. In the morning I awoke totally refreshed and kittenish, vaguely cognizant of lingering barbaric dreams. Finished dawning undertaking, I inserted the flare cause into my big-screen voguish tv — and there I was in brilliant colouring ! Worse, there was no denying the rapturous pleasure reflected on my boldness and in my animalistic body language. Intending indignation, I could only inquire at the dainty joy that came vividly to take care as I watched the low 20 proceedings of motion-picture show showing Charles John Huffam Dickens and me locked in bazaar intercourse — and realized I was masturbating myself as I relived the experience.

I fussed and fumed around the house, went outside and washed the hand truck, came in and had another shower and finally bowing to the inevitable — sat at my desk and emailed Milo :"Hey, we didn't finish the details for my Labradoodle puppy."

He was right back at me."You're right. number on over if you like and we'll finish up the contract."It took about 20 minutes, road junk boiling up behind my impertinently washed ford, before I pulled into his M and parked once again beside his big, shiny F-250.

milo was quite business-like as we sat at the table in the big farm kitchen. He handed me the standard pup order form and waited patiently as I read, signed it and wrote him a deposit check. Then he rose, assisted me to my feet and lifted my weak frock over my question. I wasn't wearing any panties.

He dropped his jeans and undies, pulled me stopping point and let me feel his hard humanity against my tummy, then, cupping my butt cheeks in his big hands, lifted me and slowly threaded my body back down onto his wet pecker. I lifted my legs and locked my ankles above his buttocks.

Walking across the kitchen with me bouncing, impaled on his stopcock, Milo continued on exterior into the shiny sunshine and continued across the yard toward his dog breeding compound. Lifting me off his cock, he sat me down in the mild straw beside the facts of life crate."This is really what you're here for, isn't it, he grinned. He didn't need me to say anything to see my make assent as he positioned me in the training crateful and adjusted the straps under my breasts and pot and across my back.

I positioned my Chin on the warm padded leather of the documentation and wriggled my butt in anticipation of the cool musty spray which he soon applied copiously to my backside and inner thigh. Opening my ass a bit with his fingers, he sprayed more within. And then he went away !

As I knelt there, I realized I was at a remote farmstead, naked, out of threshold except for the throw roof above, yet totally confined by the bars of the breeding crate and the leather straps supporting yet restraining my trunk. I quivered, a bit from fearfulness of what he may have in storage for me and and quite a bit from sheer anticipation. I could learn weenie in the distance, no doubt greeting milo as he reached the pens, but otherwise, everything was quiet as smooth can only be this far out in the country. There was a slight breeze which made me acutely aware of the powerful bitch-in-heat hormone now drying coolie on my let out keister, the fragrance of it puckering my nose. I knelt, exposed for what seemed like a very long clip. And then I heard Milo returning, speaking as though to an animal.

"Steady boy, steady"and suddenly I felt hot breather and a cool nose probing against my anus."Steady boy, steadily"Milo chanted."Come and meet dear ”. And there he was, standing taller than me on my genu, a huge Mastiff, possibly two hundred pounds, I thought."love this is fellow ; feller this is Honey. She'll be your cunt for today ”. Gent gave my face a favorable lick and reached his head inside the crate to favor my swinging boobs with a series of wet biff as well.

Meanwhile milo maize was interfering behind me. He first slathered my ass with a slippery salve and worked it into me with his finger. One, two, three, Sir Thomas More salve and one more finger as he opened me wide. My whole body quivered as my tight little ass fix was stretched wide opened and my breasts were rasped by cuss's warm, wet glossa. At endure Milo judged I was heart-to-heart enough and called"okay Gent, she's fix for you"and gent abandoned licking my breasts for a more interesting part of my anatomy.

He thrust his nose deep between my backside cheeks and into my anus, no doubtfulness checking for the source of the bitch-heat he could smell out. Then he licked my ass and got himself ready for patronage. At inaugural when Ghent heaved himself up onto my book binding, I thought I'd collapse under his weight but Milo adjusted his movement mitt onto leather supports built into the crate expressly to protect medium-size beef being bred to tumid sires. Despite milo's stretching and all the lubricating substance, cuss's cock felt very declamatory as he forced it into me and I spread my knees as far as the crate would allow. He took a half dozen little, fasting provisional fortuity, then pushed in all the way. His cock must cause been at half mast when I saw it while he was licking my boobs. Now it felt about 8 inch or more, sliding all the way up and around the curve in my tunnel. And that was where it stayed, with Gent thrusting as though to go even rich while his big nut swelled up to double-size just inside my hatchway, locking him firmly inside my body.

being fucked by a big, experienced breeding dog is like nothing else in the man — including being fucked by a big, horny man. Once his nut expanded inside me, nothing could get it out until he had placed his sperm as far inside of me as he could progress to. There was very small"in and out ”, perhaps an inch or so, but the deep thrusts and pulsing hammer sent me almost immediately into a state where my mind floated barren of my consistency watching as I writhed in the straps beneath the mighty mastiff's ravishment. Few men have ever been able to maneuver their shaft past the sharp tour which is located about six in up into my bum love burrow, and the dainty torture of his cock forcing past that stricture and rubbing back and forth on it brought rip to my eyes as I screamed with pleasure and pain.

I have no idea how long the big Mastiff continued to drive his big rooster up inside my body. I was only conscious of being driven from one agonized orgasm to the next, barely cognisant that the squall voice in the backcloth was my own. And then something changed ! feller picked up his footstep and his swollen cock grew even gravid with the number one burst of semen. But he had more ! Three more times I felt his cock fashion plate and inject another load of his cum into me before he stopped thrusting and started licking the binding of my cervix as his nut shrank and he was finally able to pull out of me. And I could stop screaming and hang limply in the leather straps.

"trade good boy !"complimented Milo as he led the dog away. Despite being naked in the shady shed, and despite the light fall picnic, I was drenched with hidrosis and grateful when milo maize returned and began to lap and wipe me down with delicately sprayer from a convenient nozzle. He washed me as he would a dog, sudsing along my spine, then washing downwards. He even rinsed out my sore love hole, but if I thought he was going to let me go, I realized I was wrong when he again poured and massaged lotion into me, then mounted me practically as Gent had done. Though he was a big man with a fairly large dick, he wasn't as big as the dog, but clearly he was highly stimulated from having watched my performance with the wolf and he thrust into me without any preliminaries.

By this time of course, my hole was gaping so his peremptory entering caused me no discomfort and the generous application of an aloe lotion soothed the soreness as he distributed it deeply with his veined cock. I was, unfortunately, too tired to take full-of-the-moon advantage of his elbow grease but did try to give him a footling push back. I'm not sure he noticed. He was so up he just needed to be intimate, which he did, getting off with about five arcminute of vigorous humping.

He stood there and wiped himself off before releasing me from the crateful and lent me an arm as I stood unsteadily to my feet."That was incredible"I managed.

"Glad to accommodate"he grinned."Anytime. Always have at to the lowest degree one macho-man needing an outing."And we started back toward the farmhouse. Naked, I felt rivulet of cum — man and dog — streaming down my branch. I stopped and looked down to see it puddling around my mortise joint before it slowly seeped into the hard-packed earth of the path.

"I'll need another bath ”, I thought, but spotting a garden hosepipe near the house, just hosed myself off, the cold water supply feeling in force on my skin, even as I douched to get more of the gooey mixture out of me. But even with all the washing, some of the bitch-heat must have lingered on me because just as I was about to get into the farm sign to retrieve my dress and puppy contract bridge, a adorable Scotch Collie came bounding up, nose and tail in the air, hard cock swinging below and headed straight for me.

"Neighbour's dog"growled Milo."Damned pain !"So I continued on in, pulled my unwrinkled dress over my head, straightened my hair with my fingerbreadth and, with a net goodbye, picked up my puppy contract and left.

The Collie was still there and still so eager, he jumped into my truck as soon as I opened the door. I hesitated, wondering how to get him out, then shrugged."What the heck. I may be satiated for now but later. .. . ? And I drove out of the thou .