`` Buster 's Bitch ''



It was Dan 's idea, to breed frankfurter that is, `` A sure fire way of making a bit of excess money '', as he put it, `` for very little out lay ''. Well I was n't convinced, `` What about the rearing and vaccinations and the Vet bank bill ? '' I had asked, `` Ah do n't worry about any of that '' he had said, `` It wo n't cost us a centime, well apart from the disbursal for a in force stud dog and his up sustenance but that will be a pittance compared to the money we can get for the stud fees, and we get the pickax of the litter too, so there 's an added incentive ''.

Of course Dan had already set his thinker on the scheme and I just knew from experience anything I had to offer in the way of problems or discouragement of the idea would be countered with a diatribe of well researched responses. So, I agreed, if it made him happy I did n't really care as long he did n't lasso me into his scheme.

We spent the succeeding couple of weeks searching through the small-scale ads and looking up dog breeders and must have traveled at least 600 miles up and down state looking at puppies that would make a good training rivet, Of course Dan had done all the research - and knew exactly what breed he wanted and I have to say, when he finally decided on the puppy he wanted my heart melted a petty. Buster, which was the name he smugly labeled the adorable petty Doberman puppy looked so precious and fragile on his little spindly legs

I guess it was my paternal inherent aptitude and we bonded very quickly over the next few calendar month, especially with Dan working during the Day. buster would adopt me everywhere and loved plenty of petting. The Kennel club had advised that we should wait at least 8 calendar month before Buster could be introduced to his first squawk and that we should n't expect too practically from his first attempts. In the time between Buster settled down to being a really loyal and well-disposed pet and it was amazing how quickly he grew by the end of the eighth calendar month he was already nearly two thirds grown.

Well the first couple of matings were a complete disaster Buster just did n't have a clue in fact he did n't look to get any better after respective more attempts which really frustrated Dan. Problem was Dan was n't the only if one getting frustrated ; baby buster 's inability to complete coitus with the bitches he was supposed to be servicing left him unsatiated too.

I ca n't remember exactly how it all started ; I just remember that one even I was sitting watching the TV. I was stretched out on the couch in my baggy tee nightshirt and panty whilst Dan was sat drinking a beer. Without any warning, dude got up from his basket sniffed the air and wander over to the couch. Then the dirty dog pushed his nose right up my nightshirt pressing his nose intemperately against the gusset of my panties. Reflexively I recoiled pulling my branch up and shrieked at the young dog. Buster shrank back and sat with his head hung in shame whilst my hubby turned to reckon at me bemused with a - `` what the f*** was that all about look on his face ''.

I explained to Dan what had just transpired and to my amazement he just laughed saying, I guess he 's got a right nose for fine pussy, that 's my boy he said looking at dude who on hearing the congratulatory and jovial tone of my husband, got up and trotted over to him. My husband proceeded to pet and pat him saying thing like, `` upright Boy, you like that pussy, Horny dog, honorable boy, etc etc. ``

'' Dan ! ``, I had complained, `` you should n't be encouraging him like that, I do n't want him learning bad drug abuse like sniffing my crotch every five minutes that isn't rightfield in fact it down right disgusting. ``

'' Lighten up '' Dan replied softly, `` He 's just a dog, he does n't know any better, for him it's just natural to sniff at hooey ''

'' Yeah, well let him sniff at you if you feel that way about it '' I had replied coolly

'' Do n't think he 's that way inclined ?"Dan smirked back, `` If he does it again, just close you legs, push him away and tell him No, do n't shrill and leap about, hell daughter you nearly gave me a middle approach ''

We resumed our pilot positions, watching TV this sentence I had my legs firmly crossed and my nightshirt tugged between my internal thighs.

Buster settled back down lying finish to the couch but not looking at me, he still obviously felt some guilt trip so I petted him on the capitulum and said, `` It 's ok just do n't do that again ''. He bounced around all glad and excited on his spindly wooden leg and started licking my hands and human face - which I calmly but swiftly put a stop to as well and told him to lay down and carry, which he did.

I guess the TV appearance must have been pretty dense because I was awakened from a alight doze by the hotshot of snuffling and licking between my peg which to my horror were obscenely splayed and giving broncobuster superior access to the gusset of my cotton plant panty. What was worse was the fact that Dan was kneeling next to him and he was actually encouraging the puppy to 'Eat that slit ( boy )'It was phantasmagoric, I though I was having a coherent dream until I realized the maven I was feeling inscrutable inside my tummy were just to deliciously real.

Dan had n't realized I had awoken and the champion of the dog tonguing my scanty gusset and lapping of my inside thigh was disgustingly good and if Dan did n't fuck I was awake then he could n't accuse me of being pervy or hypocritical, secretly I yearned for him to rend the gusset aside to let Buster really 'Eat Me', It did n't happen, instead Dan quietly pulled Buster away, gently replaced my ramification and took him into the kitchen to give him some biscuits and water.

By the time they came back I had 'woken up'and I was looking pretty annoyed. After all my pantie where soaked, and not just with my juices and I wanted an explanation.

Dan explained that it was all his fault, he 'd had the approximation that perhaps if I acted like a bitch we could train Buster unspoilt, `` You know let him mount you like a dog and pretend to f*** you - I mean not actually f*** you but give him the right idea of what he should be doing ''

'' You must be insane '', I had replied with a look of tot disgust. Secretly however something aboriginal about the opinion of being mounted by a beast excited me.

'' No, looking '' Dan continued, `` you got your panties on and a nighttime shirt, its not like he can actually move into you, in any case I will be her to get him off if it get out of control.

I had looked skeptically at him, `` You mean you want me, your wife to throw herself to your dog ? ``

'' Well not exactly give yourself to him, let him use you to practice on, jeez it 's not like I am asking you to actually let the damned dog f*** you '' he retorted somewhat transgress

'' expression I do n't desire a fight about it '', I replied `` if it makes you happy beloved I 'll do it '', and with that I rolled onto my manpower and knees and presented my bulging gusset to Buster, who eagerly began lapping and licking my pussy juices that unbeknown to my hubby were now soaking into the gusset.

'' Lift him onto me then I had commanded and Dan helped broncobuster 'mount'me for the first fourth dimension. I adjusted my billet so that he was comfortably placed on my vertebral column as he started to hump. Dan knelt beside us urging the dog on as he simulated fucking me.

I could feel his hard doggy cock rubbing back and forward over the front of my panty which was turning me on immensely, but was even more bring up, and what Dan could n't see because my nightshirt obscured the mint was the periodical nebulizer of bow-wow cum squirting onto my potbelly and occasionally my white meat, I could sense it running over my gently swinging Earth and dripping from my aching grueling teat onto the fabric of my nightshirt. This continued for about 5 minute of arc, occasionally fellow adjusted himself and his poor doggy cock stabbed against the gusset plate of my scanty, in fact had I not been wearing them he would have nailed me on that first base night but it was clip, even though I was tempted to reach back and debunk myself for him I wanted it to seem like I was reluctant although by now I was anything but.

After bronco buster had 'dismounted'from me, Dan poured me a glass of wine and we sat and talked about what had just happened. Dan - misfortunate primitive Dan, had seen nothing more in the act than me 'helping'to train baby buster to f*** gripe. I said to him - that I though buster had done really well and agreed, suggesting that perhaps after a couple more check Roger Huntington Sessions we could try and stud him again.

That 's how the next span of even where spent with me on my genu in a sloppy nightshirt and panties getting my tits sprayed by a secret bow-wow sperm shower while Dan encouraged fellow to'f*** your bitch'


Dan had arranged to meet a guy out of Town who owned a doby gripe that weekend so having given Buster a duad of nights to 'replenish'we set off. When we arrived we introduced baby buster to the bitch and once they had 'gotten to recognise each early'left them in the privacy of the backyard to do the deed. In fact Buster did much better, the bitch presented herself and he took the lead. Unfortunately, he did everything right wing but penetrate the bitch and on completion, dismounted, licked his cock and Lucille Ball and trotted over to the back entrance whilst the squawk stood there somewhat bemused with cum dripping from her fur.

It was obvious Buster needed more training and it was whilst drive home that Dan sparked up with a really brilliant idea. Perhaps I should let fellow penetrate MY pussy. Well you can imagine how I pretended to be utterly disgusted by his suggestion, I mean have a dog slid his lovely hot prick into my aching puss and flood me with dog sperm - not in this life I told him, no way am I having a dirty dog peter in my pussy. Then he suggested using a rubber so it would really be just like having sex with a dildo that was attached to the dog and there would n't actually be any bod on flesh contact, but I knew it was flesh in flesh contact I wanted but I was n't letting on to Dan yet.

I wanted Buster 's initiative right brush with me to be thoroughgoing even if our foremost f*** was to be a nasty latex paint covered one, I had that covered too. I told Dan to feed and walk him so that he would have no distractions for the ease of the evening whilst I prepared my body for Buster 's education. Having poured a hot bath and soaked in the waters for a good half hour I proceeded to get up my purulent carefully shaving every last hair's-breadth from my pubic area and pampering my placid cumulus with aloe vera. I stood in figurehead of the floor duration mirror wiping the horny surface with a damp material to reveal my bald pussy. Oh my gosh, I had forgotten what it looked like. Slowly I probed my own sheepfold exploring my sex like a rediscovered old toy savoring the smoothness and plumpness of my outer labia and the wet rubbery texture of my inner fluttering, I felt myself slipping a finger into my moist pinkness, my thumb instinctively pressing on my bud and wondered just how in effect Buster would feel.

I wrapped my hair in towel and wrapped a sec around my body, and then I headed to the bread and butter room to await my schoolchild. I have to say sitting there on the sofa I was more than slightly mindful of the heavy musk my excited cunt was emitting, I was worried that Dan would smack it too and agnise that I was actually excited by the though of the human activity I was about to perform. In fact he did comment on my aroma, but in his single bear in mind sight he actually thought I had frigged my own pussy to get it ready for baby buster with no thought of the sexual act at all, and Buster, bless him he trotted over to me nudged at my knees, encouraging me to spread my thighs and give him admission to HIS pussy.

I was enjoying every minute, slowly parting my ramification allowing the towel to fall undecided revealing my hairless genital organ, I watched as Buster began to salivate and move in between my thighs his horn in dipping lower and broken till the cold tip touched my bare moon and his doggy tongue flicked out over the liquid outer lips of my pussy curling up into the folds and lifting my tasty centre into his back talk. His tongue worked deeper into my slit and I had to bite my lip and get Dan to cook Buster for me.

Dan pulled the condom from its peignoir and tried to guide it over buster 's bow-wow peter but Buster was n't having any of it. So I said I 'd do it. Kneeling beside baby buster with my pegleg wide open to leave him to continue to bathe my pussy with his lovely tongue I was easily able-bodied to apply the condom, infact it was a joy to actually handle the cock of my soon to be 'Mate'It felt fabulous, hot and shine as I squeezed the air from the teat of the condom I felt the motive to do Sir Thomas More than just hold this shiny red bow-wow tool. I asked Dan to bring me a chocolate as I was a little thirsty, a nervous thirst I said as I latched the condom over the medulla of buster 's tool. As soon as he was out of the room I was under the dog sucking the tip of the condom covered dog cock into my mouth. I felt the teat fill with air and locked it against the cap of my mouth whilst slowly closing my teeth on the latex paint sheath. When I was sure that I had just the latex trapped between my incisors I quickly ground them from side to side, causing the latex to buck but look intact. I knew that with very little force Buster 's Cock would slide out the end of the sheath allowing my aching pussy to caress his beautiful bone.

Dan was still out of the room when I presented myself to Buster and he had no problem mounting me his cock rubbing against my smooth moons, I looked back to see the tip beginning to slip through the tip of the torn prophylactic and the little pee cunt of his dick oozed with flimsy clear dog cum. Of course I could n't let Dan see the condom was ripped, I needed to arrive at for sure that Buster was buried in my making love tunnel before he got back with that coffee. Reaching back I grasped Buster 's ingurgitate penis as he continued to hump erratically and slowly guided it up into my wet and welcoming cunt.

As the tip passed my outer brim and into the taut entrance to my feminine metro, it was like Buster suddenly had a Revelation, thrusting forward, I knew his pecker was through the rubber and fully rooted in me as he f***** in and out of my hole.

And that how Dan found us, Me his wife moaning softly with pleasure as his stud dog serviced me and it was then I think that he started to realize his fault I could see him out of the recession of my eye, jaw gaping and speechless as buster humped furiously into my oh so welcoming snatch, squeaking as trapped air was expelled, oozing with my juices and Buster 's cum and me moaning like a harlot as Buster ejaculated, filling my twat and womb with spurt after spurt of thick gooey dog sperm.

Shall I get him off you Dan had offered, to which I clearly remembered saying `` do n't you fucking dare ? You wanted me to give myself to Buster Well I guess now I must be broncobuster 's Bitch ! ! ``

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