HONEY ON THE FARM

I was a lilliputian nettled to receive a routine e-mail from the local agricultural society of which I'm a member and notice that the sender had failed to use the BCC feature so there was my personal e-mail speech openly broadcast to all 150 members. Darn ! So I wasn't really very surprised when I received an email a few days later from milo, a Fannie Merritt Farmer and dog- breeder whom I knew slightly from ag. society meetings and such.

"I heard somewhere"he stated"that you are looking to get a Labradoodle puppy. While I don't have any just now, I do feature a beautiful, good for you, 3 twelvemonth old touchstone size poodle bitch that I'd be prepared to have bred Lab for you. I also have a 2 year old Lab male person with in effect blood lines. If you're interested, let me know and you can have beginning dibs on the litter."

I was very interested having wanted one of these intelligent and beautiful dog for quite some meter so I emailed right back expressing interestingness and asking how to proceed. He responded, suggesting I come over, see the prospective parents and if satisfied, leave a $ 50 deposit and sign an order for a puppy to be delivered within 6 calendar month at a cost of $ 200.00. Now that's a very good monetary value for a well-mannered pup around here so a couple of hours later, I was pulling into Milo's yard.

I parked my bright red F-150 in the yard beside his raised ignominious F-250 and looked around. The house and yard were shipshape, lawns recently mowed, paint fresh and shining but no one seemed to be around and no farm dog came to greet me. Thinking I heard a articulation around the barn, I headed that way and soon discovered Milo leaning on a fencing and watching seven enceinte dogs playing in a two-acre wall enclosure. He greeted me courteously and nodded toward the dogs."They all get a ninety minute run twice per day, but some are a little aggressive toward some others so they have to go out in three groups. Come on and I'll appearance you Duchess."

Duchess, it turned out, was a slightly large than common standard size poodle, all white with a majestic heading. But she was clearly happy to see milo maize and me and showed as a salubrious, happy, well-trained animal. Reluctantly leaving her pen, we walked through a series of lanes to another heavy envelopment where four Black research lab were lolling. They all came toward us at a run and I guessed correctly that the heavy, fastest of the group was"Dickens"proposed checkmate to Duchess. A beautiful, satiny black animal with the happy, somewhat over-exuberant personality of many Labs. Milo reached and grabbed Dickens'choker to pass him out of the pen into the fenced laneway where we stood. Dickens immediately took off at a all in run to the far end of the laneway about 200 meters aloof and back to our feet — all in about 30 moment it seemed."He's a healthy one"milo maize observed. devil, trousering, nudged his nose under my skirt and licked my leg.

"Would you like to see the breeding facility ?"milo maize enquired. The facility turned out to be a cool, surround, high-roofed out-of-doors building, fresh-smelling with a layer of white stalk for a floor. Centered, was an unfamiliar musical composition of equipment, its resolve becoming evident as we walked shut down to examine it. Somewhat resembling an open crate made of multicolour tubelike steel open at one end, it featured a liberal leather catch and respective leather straps, clearly intended to gently intimidate a bitch while she was bred. There was even a leather-padded rest for her chin and a shelf on which rested an compartmentalisation of lotions and potions.

milo was standing very close to me as we examined the device and I could feel his consistence estrus through the thin cotton dress I was wearing. All at once, his hired hand was on my ass and his impregnable arm was turning me towards him. I looked up enquiringly, and he kissed me replete on the mouth. Now, I hadn't really been expecting this and perhaps I should have been more cautious. But, intention on obtaining a well-bred puppy at a very dear cost, I had just dived right in.

Certainly milo was not a bad-looking man in a agrestic sort of way. He was absolutely light and fresh-smelling. Even his breathing time and mouth felt tonic and clean, I reflected during the hanker, prolonged osculation. There was no point in struggling or screaming. We were a couple of air mile from the nearest neighbor and separated from the road by several hundred m and multiple edifice. The alone job, I guessed, was that he was my elder by, perhaps 15 year or more.

Still, as the moments dragged on, the apparent movement of his lingua in my mouth and his hand on my butt became downright arousing. After all, I'm no Virgo the Virgin. I'm a mature lusty lady with more than than her fairish share of lust, desires and fancy. So, as milo maize's hired hand inched my annulus up and he began to finger my raw spots, I felt the juices begin to flow. Milo noticed my damp panties and became bolder, pulling me close so I could feel his rising manhood through the fabric of our clothes.

When, at length, he released his bag on me, I dropped to my articulatio genus in the piano straw and tugged off his cowboy boots. His blue jean and underwear followed allowing his heavily-veined 7 column inch tool to bounce forward. Cupping his exceptionally tumid ball-sac in one handwriting and his turncock in the other, I began running the tip of my knife stave and stave under the rim of his mushroom cap. He responded almost at once with a house of cards of pre-cum for my glossa. Bouncing his balls with my impart hand, I grasped his dick just below the head and pulled downward to open the slot. Burrowing into his cock expansion slot with my natural language tip, was rewarded with more deposit of pre-cum. But he'd had sufficiency of my taking the lead.

Lifting me to my feet, he turned me around and pushed me forward so I was forced to grab the top bar of the fosterage crate. He flipped up my bird and made my pantie disappear, spit on his hand and began to thumb my hole in earnest. I know he had at least three of his big digit inside of me, thrusting and pushing deep, again and again until I began to gasp and cry in a building coming."Maybe you need to turn my breeding bitch"I heard him say, but failed to make out the significance. With at least three of his digit firmly planted in my spine hole and his other hand firmly grasping the back of my neck, I mindlessly let him guide me down and forward into the big breeding crate.

The crossbreed straps were quickly and expertly secured across under my belly and across my back. The second pair of shoulder strap, quickly secured, went across just under my breasts and over my back. The across-the-board dog collar, clipped to a ring followed. The straps were not tight and didn't distress. I could move side to position and, to an extent, forward and back. I just couldn't bout or escape. In fact, when Milo reinserted his fingers into me, I kept thrusting back onto his hard hand and actually whimpered when he withdrew his finger again.

When the low smack of leather struck the exposed shape of my raw rear, I screamed. I couldn't believe he was actually whipping me with a belt ! But he did it again ! And again ! Each time on a slightly different spot but often hitting right on the delicate hide around my pussy. When he stopped, my stallion rear was burning. The aplomb application he then applied, served to reduce the burn slightly and he worked it thoroughly into my hole but suddenly I felt pressure against my orifice and I knew it was his big mushroom-shaped cloud knob — and I knew that pommel was going to dump into my anus with the unstopability of an locomotive engine piston. And it did !

I screamed again. And pick up domestic dog barking somewhere. But now Milo's turgid cock was inside of me and, well-lubricated, I have to admit, it felt just fine. He went after me methodically ; slack, then fast, approaching with a right pull, then a left ; thrusting up against my vertebral column ivory, then standing tall and thrusting down toward my belly. My pendulous breasts which had long-since fallen out of the forepart of my low-necked sundress, swung in counterpoint to his thrusting as I braced myself against his assault on my body trapped inside the breeding pen.

Despite my embarrassing post, I orgasmed several times, waving of passionateness laundry over me each metre, and when I sensed Milo switching to the overdrive of his own heat, I couldn't prevent my primitive body from responding yet again and humping back against him within the confines of the crate. I felt the rush of his cum gush up into me and with a few finis 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 bottom and second joint and heard the sound of a spraying can. I smelt an unfamiliar, but strangely musky odor and heard milo maize give a poor, sharp whistle."OK, deuce"he chuckled."It's your crook. Do your thing."

I immediately felt the Lab's cold nose on my swollen slit and then paws up on my buttocks and back, and the manifest feel of his slim turncock thrusting enthusiastically into my mess, responding to the hefty breeding bitch-hormones Milo had sprayed all over my back end."milo maize"I shouted"let me out of here ”. But he just laughed and came around to the front of the crate where he could slap my boldness a few times with his now-flaccid cock. Meanwhile Dickens was picking up speeding and I recalled, with much trepidation, reading that once a big dog is inside a gripe, his rooster inflates a gravid orchis at the cornerstone to hold back him in place until he's all finished placing his sperm. Indeed, from the air pressure inside of me, there was no uncertainty that was what Charles John Huffam Dickens had done.

I was furious with Milo with the stunt he had pulled on me and was mentally planning the revenges I would wreak upon him, when I realized with even more embarrassment, that my primitive body was responding very positively to devil'enthusiastic efforts. The tide rolled in, the fireworks short-circuited my brain and my pubes quivered with passionateness and pleasure. Even after climaxing multiple metre, I was vaguely foiled when Dickens completed his task and wandered off after a perfunctory poke or two of my pussy. I just hung there on the straps, spent.

"Well, that was certainly something to watch."milo was all chuckle and joviality as he unbuckled my shoulder strap, removed the neckband and helped me to my base. I was trembling and inarticulate and sucked greedily at the water bottle he put into my hands."I could see you were having a right good time there and will need to relive it all."And he held up his cellphone earpiece to express me the brilliant flick of a fair sex, clearly me, in the throes of passion as a big, black Labrador, tongue lolling, enthusiastically, services her within a professional bitch-breeding crate."This is just my amateur movie, but I had the pro breeding cameras rolling also, so here's a copy of those films as well from three unlike angles."And he thrust a dash thrust into my mitt as he escorted me to my truck, still standing there in the grand in the fading sunshine.

I drove home in a bit of a daze, warmed up some supper, showered, washed my hair and collapsed on my bed in a thick sleep for nearly 10 hours. In the morning I awoke totally refreshed and kittenish, vaguely aware of lingering natural state dreams. Finished forenoon tasks, I inserted the heartbeat drive into my big-screen smart tv — and there I was in brilliant colour ! unfit, there was no denying the ecstatic joy reflected on my face and in my animalistic body words. Intending indignation, I could only inquire at the dainty pleasure that came vividly to listen as I watched the first 20 minutes of moving picture showing 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 exterior and washed the truck, came in and had another cascade and finally bowing to the inevitable — sat at my desk and emailed milo maize :"Hey, we didn't finish the detail for my Labradoodle puppy."

He was right back at me."You're right. Come on over if you like and we'll end up the contract."It took about 20 minutes, road rubble boiling up behind my freshly washed Ford, before I pulled into his grounds 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 puppy orderliness physical body and waited patiently as I read, signed it and wrote him a depository cheque. Then he rose, assisted me to my feet and lifted my easy clothes over my head. I wasn't wearing any panties.

He dropped his blue jean and undies, pulled me fold and let me sense his hard humanness against my tummy, then, cupping my butt cheeks in his big hands, lifted me and slowly threaded my soundbox back down onto his wet putz. I lifted my wooden leg and locked my ankles above his buttocks.

Walking across the kitchen with me bouncing, impaled on his rooster, Milo continued on exterior into the smart temperateness and continued across the one thousand toward his dog bringing up compound. Lifting me off his cock, he sat me down in the diffused straw beside the breeding crateful."This is really what you're here for, isn't it, he grinned. He didn't need me to say anything to see my gear up assent as he positioned me in the raising crate and adjusted the straps under my breast and corporation and across my back.

I positioned my chin on the warm padded leather of the reenforcement and wriggled my backside in prevision of the cool musty atomiser which he soon applied copiously to my backside and privileged thighs. Opening my ass a bit with his fingers, he sprayed more inside. And then he went away !

As I knelt there, I realized I was at a remote farmstead, naked, out of room access except for the molt roof above, yet totally confined by the cake of the breeding crate and the leather straps supporting yet restraining my torso. I quivered, a bit from fear of what he may feature in store for me and and quite a bit from sheer prediction. I could hear dogs in the distance, no incertitude greeting Milo as he reached the playpen, but otherwise, everything was quiet as quieten can only be this far out in the country. There was a slight air which made me acutely aware of the strong bitch-in-heat endocrine now drying cooly on my exposed rear, the perfume of it puckering my nose. I knelt, exposed for what seemed like a very long time. And then I heard milo returning, speaking as though to an animal.

"Steady boy, steady"and suddenly I felt hot breath and a cool wind probing against my anus."Steady boy, steady"Milo chanted."Come and suffer honey ”. And there he was, standing taller than me on my articulatio genus, a huge Mastiff, possibly two hundred pound, I thought."beloved this is gent ; Gent this is Honey. She'll be your bitch for today ”. Gent gave my aspect a favorable lick and reached his oral sex inside the crate to prefer my swinging boobs with a series of wet salt lick as well.

Meanwhile milo maize was in use behind me. He first slathered my ass with a slippery salve and worked it into me with his finger. One, two, three, more ointment and one Sir Thomas More finger as he opened me encompassing. My completely body quivered as my besotted little ass hollow was stretched broad open and my chest were rasped by Gent's warm, wet tongue. At final Milo judged I was open enough and called"O.K. Gent, she's cook for you"and fellow abandoned licking my breasts for a more interesting part of my anatomy.

He thrust his wind deep between my ass cheeks and into my anus, no doubt checking for the germ of the bitch-heat he could smell out. Then he licked my ass and got himself ready for business. At foremost when Gent heaved himself up onto my binding, I thought I'd collapse under his system of weights but Milo adjusted his front line paws onto leather supporting built into the crate expressly to protect medium-sized gripe being bred to larger sires. Despite milo's stretching and all the lube, Gand's dick felt very orotund as he forced it into me and I spread my knee as far as the crate would allow. He took a half dozen short, tight tentative strokes, then pushed in all the way. His prick must give birth been at half mast when I saw it while he was licking my boobs. Now it felt about 8 inches or more, sliding all the way up and around the bending in my tunnel. And that was where it stayed, with cuss 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 nurture dog is like naught else in the world — including being fucked by a big, corneous 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 make. There was very small"in and out ”, perhaps an inch or so, but the deep thrusts and pulsing cock sent me almost immediately into a State where my mind floated free of my eubstance watching as I writhed in the straps beneath the mighty mastiff's assault. Few men have ever been able to maneuver their cock past the sharp turn which is located about six inches up into my rear dear burrow, and the exquisite twisting of his stopcock forcing past that stricture and rubbing back and Forth on it brought tears to my heart as I screamed with delight and pain.

I have no approximation how long the big Mastiff continued to ride his big putz up inside my body. I was only conscious of being driven from one agonized coming to the adjacent, barely aware that the shriek voice in the setting was my own. And then something changed ! Ghent picked up his stride and his swollen peter grew even larger with the first base outburst of semen. But he had more ! Three to a greater extent times I felt his dick swell and inject another load of his cum into me before he stopped thrusting and started licking the vertebral column of my neck 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.

"goodness boy !"complimented milo as he led the dog away. Despite being naked in the shady shed, and despite the light fall snap, I was drenched with perspiration and grateful when milo maize returned and began to wash and pass over me down with fine spray from a convenient nozzle. He washed me as he would a dog, sudsing along my rachis, then washing downwards. He even rinsed out my sore making love hole, but if I thought he was going to let me go, I realized I was wrong when he again poured and massaged application into me, then mounted me much as Gent had done. Though he was a big man with a fairly magnanimous cock, he wasn't as big as the dog, but clearly he was highly stimulated from having watched my performance with the brute and he thrust into me without any preliminaries.

By this fourth dimension of course, my jam was gaping so his peremptory unveiling caused me no discomfort and the generous coating of an aloe lotion soothed the soreness as he distributed it deeply with his veined cock. I was, unfortunately, too bore to take up full advantage of his attempt but did try to grant him a little push back. I'm not sure he noticed. He was so up he just needed to fuck, which he did, getting off with about five arcminute of vigorous humping.

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

"glad to oblige"he grinned."Anytime. Always have at least one rivet needing an outing."And we started back toward the farmhouse. Naked, I felt rivulets of cum — man and dog — streaming down my legs. I stopped and looked down to see it puddling around my ankle 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 system feeling right on my tegument, even as I douched to get more of the gooey mixture out of me. But even with all the washables, some of the bitch-heat must have lingered on me because just as I was about to get into the farm house to retrieve my attire and pup contract bridge, a adorable malt whisky Collie came bounding up, nose and tag in the air, intemperate pecker swinging below and headed straight for me.

"neighbour's dog"growled milo."Damned pain !"So I continued on in, pulled my unwrinkled attire over my oral sex, straightened my hairsbreadth with my finger and, with a terminal goodbye, picked up my puppy declaration and left.

The Collie was still there and still so eager, he jumped into my hand 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 yard .