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

We moved recently into this adorable cottage, and now I primarily work from home. Most daytime, I'm in my berth with Bruno in his corner or at my feet.

It was just Bruno of Toul and me now, two individuals completely tuned in to each other's needs and desires. Sexually, there was never any dubiousness when St. Bruno wanted me. If I were at my desk, he would part my thighs and cuddle his head between my legs ; if I were standing, he would crusade his nose between my thighs and start out sniffing or indorse me against the bulwark and get-go rubbing my soft, sensitive mound with his nose.

Bruno was a tumid, usually playful, loving dog. Though he occasionally displayed human-like quality and expressions, he could be demanding and sometimes rough with me as if forgetting that I was a homo female. Always the alpha, Bruno knew I was his, and my odour when he was near me on some primordial degree always signaled my willingness and set to be with him. If I were involved in something else or on a phone call or whatever, it did not deter him from wanting to fulfil 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 berth 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 man 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 timbre onto an animal. All I can say is, believe what you will, but"a male is a male regardless of species. A strong, forceful alpha male demonstrates the like characteristic and qualities, whether human or canine."

*****

After we moved out of the house I shared with Michael, Bruno of Toul had seemed to tranquillise 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 cottage, Bruno's sensibility 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 spoke 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 number 1 time he visited, he put St. Bruno in the spinal column bedroom, and I let him out after Michael had left. St. Bruno was an intelligent animal, who I have no uncertainty sensed what Michael and I had done. When Michael left, Bruno came after me making me get on my hands and knees, lower my read/write head, and raise my pussy. When I was in position, Giordano Bruno came forcefully inside me, mixing his cum with Michael's.

A few hebdomad later, Michael came over again, and Bruno began barking and growling from the instant he saw him. Michael managed to get Bruno of Toul into the rearward chamber despite Saint Bruno resisting and pulling away from him. Later that night, When Michael was preparing to result, without thinking, I let Leo IX 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 advertize Michael aside, I'm sure Bruno would take in given him a more severe bite.

That night after I had showered and was preparing to get into bed, Giordano Bruno came up behind me and pushed me down onto my knees next to the English of the bed."Bruno ! occlusive, what are you doing ?"I turned to look at him and made to brook up when he began to snarl and show his teeth. Scared, I knew what he wanted and lowering myself back down onto my knee, bent over the edge of the bed. .. he was going to jazz me. It was during this"retaliation"fuck that he did me in the ass for the first meter. He had tried to before, but I had always been able to preclude it, but this time nothing that I did could lay off him, and in all satin flower, I think I was afraid that he might hurt me if I kept resisting him. It was as if he was going to show me whose bitch 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 surprise when without word of advice, 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 bent over with a huge German Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr. pounding into my no longer virtuous ass. I tried reaching back with my hand, trying to push him off, and he gripped my neck in his huge lip, clearly indicating he would digest no resistance. I stopped struggling and submissively lowered my head to the bed and cried. I could feel St. Bruno's warm fur against my back, his hard-muscled body thrusting against my ass boldness, his swollen, monstrous cock inch by column inch working its way past my sphincter and deeper inside my dark, tight channel. After a while, the infliction dulled, and a warm, tingling sensation began to grow and fan out. I could palpate spiny ace of pleasure move between my legs, up to my tummy, and down the backrest of my thigh. I reached my finger's breadth down and began to rub myself and infix my finger into my pussy, and just when I thought I couldn't stand anymore, my orgasm broke free and washed through my body in hard waves.

"Bruno. .. Oh my God, Leo IX,"I mumbled as my anus involuntarily contracted around Saint Bruno's cock, sending him into a craze, making him ass fuck me faster and harder. My breathing was labored, and I felt lightheaded when he began pushing, pressing, trying to force his knot inside me. The terror 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 terms, tightened his hold around my waist, and pushed his knot inside me in a serial publication of hard thrusts.

The pain was excruciating, and I mercifully closed my eyes as ardent darkness enveloped me.

When I came to, Bruno was still inside me but not moving. I could sense the warm, wetness gushing out of his shaft, filling my rectum with each pulsation of his mi, and I orgasmed again as I lay under him. As he continued to blunder into me, I was filled to overflowing and could feel the escaping cum leak out and drip down my thigh. I was tied to Bruno for almost fifteen arcminute before he was capable to pull himself free. I slumped onto the floor next to the bed and curled into a foetal position, too wear down and emotionally spent to travel.

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 legs. When I orgasmed again for the tierce time that night, 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 sopor, Bruno climbed onto the bed next to me.

Michael didn't come by again after that.

*****

Saint Bruno and I had been living in the bungalow for almost three calendar month. I was his and only his. Working from abode made my life pliant, and at to the lowest degree once a day, we would walk one of the deserted lead in the low hills behind the mansion, and sometimes we would bar at one of the scenic rest spots. Usually, I tried to take the air at a time during the day when there wouldn't be many hoi polloi around so I could draw close with him and stroke his sheath without worrying about people passing by. Despite trying to be careful, occasionally, he would start to sniff me in front line of early hoi polloi, which was embarrassing and exciting at the like fourth dimension. In all honestness, at times like these, if I could have, I would consume spread my legs for him and let him deliver his way. As it usually worked out, though, we'd go consecutive home, and as soon as we were through the breast door, I'd get on my articulatio genus and present myself to him.

*****

For the nearly constituent, I was happy, but I still sometimes had thoughts that something was haywire 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, animate being misuse, mercilessness to animals. 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 smell over at Giordano Bruno, and he would sit up, and I could literally see him getting hard for me. He would come over to me, licking my face and nuzzling my cervix 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 pleasure.

*****

Over the next few calendar week, I noticed that my knocker were becoming swollen and painfully tender to the pinch. When I started feeling nauseous in the good morning, I knew what the reason had to be, but I hoped it couldn't be. I sat quietly, searching back in my store, trying to remember when this could have got happened. It had been almost a month and a half since the last clip I had had sex with Michael. My mind screamed that it was Michael's babe. Still, my pump in some demoralise way wanted it to be Leo IX's cum growing inside me. Even though intellectually, I knew a dog could not impregnate a woman, and yet I couldn't seem to sway the irrational, illogical, insane view.

I was so confused, I couldn't think clearly. I began to recollect I was going unbalanced, so crazy, I was afraid to see a doctor for fear I might blurt out that I had been having sex with a dog, so I did nothing.

*****

Just Bruno's nearness was comforting, and with the pregnancy endocrine and phenomes, I was in a invariable state of arousal, which naturally excited Leo IX. My body was changing. My snatch lips were swollen and protruding, separated so that my clit was visibly engorged and salient. Right away, Bruno sensed something was different and became more paying attention, genitive case, and sexually demanding. Whenever given the opportunity, Bruno loved having his snout between my ramification, sniffing, and licking the copious, clear, gummy fluid that seemed to glint and cover my slit. He loved the olfactory modality and consistency of it and would drub and tongue me giving me orgasm after orgasm until I became sore and pushed him away.

Bruno would tear my scanty away in his upheaval, so I stopped wearing panty when I was at home. Without very much warning former than his whining and aggressively sniffing me, he would put his hand on my back and Begin to hump me, and after a few try, he would regain what he wanted and enter me. Bruno would eff and squeeze into me furiously, holding me possessively around the waist, going faster until with several hard, inscrutable thrusts, I would feel the warmth of his cum as it drenched the bulwark of my pregnant pussy.

The fact that I had begun to show, that my belly was becoming debauchee and my teats full and threatening did not discourage him from continuing to couple with me once, twice a day. Bruno knew how he liked it, and once he had mounted me, he would adjust his physical structure so that he was comfortably in his preferent side. With me on my articulatio genus, my upper consistency on the bed, my taut belly hanging down, Bruno would ease his cock into my moistness, warm up closeness. Holding on to me, Giordano 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"honeyed stain,"he'd continue to lie with into me until he began shooting cum inside me, and then he would focus on getting his knot inside me. Sometimes he would get crude and hold me tighter, desperate to get his nautical mile in my kitty-cat. While decrepit struggling with him, I would say,"Bruno, Oh Bruno. .. closure. .. stop,"as he pushed his knot against my bitch brim until he was finally able to maneuver it inside me. He gradually stopped moving but held onto me, keeping me still as his burl kept pulsing and sending cum inside me.

It was almost like being with a man.

*****

As I grew bigger, 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 significant ; he gave me a complete medical exam. I was already into my one-quarter month, which coincided perfectly with the hold out time I had been with Michael. Dr. Jamison's testing showed that everything was ok ; no mental defectiveness in the baby's consistence or vital fluids indicating any unusual problem. The sister and I were in trade good wellness, and Dr. Jamison assured me it was okay to extend what I was doing. go on working if that's what I felt like doing, practice a little every day, eat a undecomposed diet, and retain to be sexually combat-ready if it were comfortable.

As I drove plate, I thought about Bruno at home waiting for me and realized for the maiden time 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 first base sentence with him, the first knotting, and at that intellection, I could finger my pussy begin to pleasantly ache and quiver and the increasing dampness between my pegleg. I needed to be with him and could hardly expect to get home.

*****

I know it probably sounds like all we did was have sex, but it wasn't like that. Don't get me wrongly, the sex was always phenomenal, but I did have a life to result, a job to do, and bills to pay. Like most people, my day was taken up just going through the ritual of animation, but I had Bruno, unlike almost people. For as long as I had known him, he had been friendly, firm, levelheaded, and protective, sometimes seeming almost human. As the old cliché goes, Bruno gave me unconditional honey, and it was to him that I turned not only for intimate satisfaction but for worked up support.

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

"Yeah, right ! I think the more important enquiry is, whose baby is it ? Mine or Bruno'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 first place.

"You're ridiculous, Michael, I said indignantly. .. of track this is your baby. I'm almost five months gone, and it 's been five calendar month since we were together the last prison term, 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 lay claim that babe, you unspoilt reckon again or give rise some DNA proof."

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

I sank onto the sofa, softly crying when Bruno came and sat future to me. He looked up at me with those beautiful, sensitive Brown eyes before lowering his head onto my lap. Working his nose under the sloppy 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 oculus. Feeling the increasing wet between my legs, I spread them wider so that Bruno could consume well-fixed accession. Moving his promontory lower, he went straight to my clit ; I swear it felt like an electric sizzle going through me. Bruno brought me to orgasm respective times before I stretched out on the lounge with him next to me and fell asleep.

*****

During my seventh month, I felt good, glad, intelligent, and so horny.

As I sat on the exam table during my scheduled medical exam, I mentioned the progeny of constant horniness to Dr. Jamison, who had looked at me and smiled, saying it was perfectly formula. Sex and resulting orgasm actually released hormones into my body that gave me a feeling of well-being. Dr. Jamison also added that if my collaborator and I were well-heeled having sex, then, by all means, continue, just keeping in judgement not to be too rough.

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

"Yes, Dr. Jamison, thank you,"I replied, smiling inwardly to myself, wondering what the goodness doc would say if he knew my collaborator was a immense German Sam Shepard who gave me the best sex I had ever had.

*****

During that last month or so of my pregnancy, time seemed to crawl as my delivery day of the month drew closer. One unexpected, brilliant spot was when out of the blue air, Michael called.

"Hey, Traci. Thinking about you and bed it should be getting skinny to your prison term. Just wanted to check on you, see how you were doing."

"Michael, I'm. .. I'm surprised but happy to see 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 manage about you and just wanted to severalise 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 cognize we can still be friends."

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

It was estimable to experience that I could bet on Michael if I needed to, but it was more gratifying to know that Bruno was here with me.

One afternoon, feeling a fiddling fag, I lay down on the sofa for a quick nap. I'm not sure how farsighted I lay there but was awakened by the warm, roughness of Giordano Bruno's knife thrashing across my swell ultra-sensitive nipples, lapping up the drib of milk that beaded at the crest. Bruno moved down between my legs wanting to bestride me, but I stopped him and instead reached under him and began to stroke his gem. At my touch, his hammer coast out of its sheath and immediately began to develop bigger and harder, the burgundy red tip jerking, bobbing up and down, seeping dog cum. I eased his cock into my mouth. I loved Bruno's shaft and sucked his balls as he whined, whimpered, and tried to hump my mouth. After a few min of my worshiping his pecker, Leo IX began to spew cum into my mouth and down my throat.

Later that evening, after watching a picture, I got up and went into the kitchen to straighten up before going to bed. Standing at the sink, Saint Bruno came up and grabbed me around my coxa, and urged me down onto the trading floor. Licking my breasts and belly, Saint Bruno moved behind me, his hot, long tongue working itself inside me. He mounted me, gripping me under my sleeve, instinctively being careful of my rounded belly. Even though I was bombastic because of the child, Giordano Bruno was still vainglorious 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 set up cock inside me and immediately began fucking me. I could find him inside me, feel his stopcock rubbing against my womb, and feel the atmospheric pressure and the pleasance of him claiming me.

As he stroked into me, I realized that as my pregnancy had progressed and my consistency and deportment had changed, in a way, so had St. Bruno's. I don't do it how to describe it, but it was as if Saint Bruno, this large, hefty, sexually alpha male person, could sense my moods, and sometimes when he took me, it was with a deadening, pacify copulation and not the frenzied dog piece of ass that had been usual early on.

He was getting bragging inside me, and suddenly he exploded, making me orgasm along with him, making my pussy power play 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 knotting with me then, he pulled out still intemperately and spurting cum. Still, behind me, he began to examine for my anus, and finding it, eased inside me and began again taking what he wanted as his ardent spent cum dripped out of my pussy. This time I could feel his slub, stretching me, entering me. .. and then Bruno was inside me. He was cumming in forceful jet sending his cum inscrutable inside my rectum with each muscular contraction of his mi. It seemed as if we were tied for a foresightful time, but when his slub had finally decreased in sizing, with a popping sound, he pulled free, releasing a flood of cum that poured out of me.

*****

A few twenty-four hour period later, I woke during the night, not feeling quite correctly. I gingerly got out of bed, walked cautiously to the privy, and then slipped back into bed. The next time I awoke, I felt even worse, and as I started to take the air across the room, I suddenly felt a flush of liquid run down my legs and pool on the floor. It took a instant for it to read what was happening, and in that time, Bruno had jumped up and now stood beside me, looking worried.

"Well, Bruno of Toul, I think this is it."

Of all masses, my first impulse was to visit Michael.

The telephone rang several fourth dimension before he answered, and I knew I had awakened him.

"how-do-you-do. .. 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 H2O broke, Mike."

"I'll be there as quick as I can, he said, now fully awaken. Go and unlock the front door so I can get in, and then get off your understructure. I'm leaving now."

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

Michael helped me get ready, set aside solid food and water for Leo IX, and bundled me into the car for the tripper to the hospital.

*****

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

Not long after our motion, Michael got a female for Bruno. Bruno was a bit standoffish at first but eventually got with her and produced a litter of five beautiful puppies after a duo of months. I think Michael had hoped the female 's presentation would pull out Bruno's attention from me, but all it did was supply Bruno with two slit to inspection and repair and satisfy him, one man and one canine.

As time went on, it seemed the hostility between Michael and Saint Bruno lessened, and the three of us began an exciting and satisfying system. Michael and I explored each other's fancy and fetich and actually made some of them real. I saw and learned about the sexual side of Michael that I never knew existed. I think the most surprising thing 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 dissimilar 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 physical dearest from a man and a dog is the upright of both existence .