This is a Semi-true story. I have changed the names and changed where and when it happened everything else is truthful. This is my first story, it was fairly unproblematic to spell as I live it each day. I hope you like it. Feedback is welcome !

My name is Stormy, I am a 34-year-old male. I have wickedness tomentum and eyes that change colouring material based on my moods. I have been our dog 's bitch for many yr 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 innumerous times with our dog Oliver. Oliver is a Golden Retriever he is about eighty Irish punt, he has the most beautiful pelage. It 's so easygoing and warmly when he is on you or snuggled against you.

Joseph Oliver was trained from about six months on to stimulate sex with me. As long as we are in the sleeping room, all he has to do is push at me with his mitt and I know what he wants. Oliver is your typical horny dog, he wants sex respective times a day. about 24-hour interval he gets what he wants. Let me key a typical day at our house. My married woman gets up to go to crop around 5 am. She lets Oliver out, then takes her morning cascade. I get up most days while she is showering ( I am retired due to medical checkup issues so I do n't forge ). I put on a robe and let Joseph Oliver in, I check his food and water. My wife gets dressed and leave-taking for work. I go into the sleeping accommodation to begin my cockcrow. Most days Oliver takes this as his queue.

He comes in and waits for my robe to amount off. There are little scribble on my side from his hook. I do n't mind them, I call them bed cacography. Sara looks at them every nighttime to see if there are new ones. He then jumps up and thrust on my back. I know that program line. I get down on my hands and knees. I have learned over meter to take my finger and wet it with my own saliva and give myself a piddling finger's breadth fuck for lubrication. Oliver starts to swagger 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 up on it. But Oliver does n't really like that. He is to a greater extent of LET fuck, I need to cum type dog. He walks behind me, and I can palpate him breathing on my thigh and ass. He raises up on to my back and his paws grab at my slope. I can feel his hook dig a footling. I have learned to like this footling bit of bother. Its worth it for his erotic love. His fur is so delicate and so warm. I can feel his chest move as he starts to pant a bit. His mouth is just over the back of my neck opening, and the heat of his breath gives me goose pimple. I can feel him as he starts to prod his shaft on my ass and I can feel some of the viscid wetness of his pre-cum. It takes a moment or two as he finds his gull.

Once Joseph Oliver has found my bastard. He pushes in as intemperately and deep as he can. Even now after several days of it, I still get my breath caught for a moment at the feeling of being penetrated so suddenly. The flavour of his eight-inch cock ramming into me causes me to fill up my eyes and my mentality just focuses on the joy. Oliver starts to push up in and out of me as fast as he can. It feels like a severely 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 delight him as much as I can. I want to make him cum, I want to feel him eject his source into me.

As Oliver nears his release he starts to salivate on the back of my neck opening. He has always done this. I can feel his heart on my spine, his breath on my neck so hot and so impregnable. The knot has started to advertise against my ass. This used to hurt but I have gotten so utilise to it that I can accept him easy now. He pushes his knot into me and I can find it inflate inside of me. I know he is almost there. My Einstein screech at me every time as I have my own coming without touching myself. Oliver gives his grow as he does every time. Then I feel his prick up showtime to throb in me. I can experience him cumming inside of me. Oliver has always had what to me is an amazing amount of sperm. I swear to you it feels like a Imperial gallon ! I know its lupus erythematosus but when it 's being shot up your ass it feels immense ! I love every import of it.

When he is done he turns away and we have to wait for his knot to go down. I can still experience him in there all that time. The storey is already wet from where I have cum and as Oliver exits me with a wet sounding plop. I can feel his sperm run down my leg. I love the tactual sensation and on weekends when Sara is in the mood she will consume me go away it there because she knows I love the notion. 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, I will misrepresent dinner, we watch some TV or breaker Facebook. Then we head to bed. We both get peel. This gets Oliver started all over again. Sara will generally watch, sometimes she will lay at the boundary of the bed and finger her self-inches from my facial expression. Oliver has made it realise in the past tense 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 Oliver for pleasure herself she does get off scout him have intercourse 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 postulate her fingers drenched in dog cum and offer them to me. I lick her finger off and enjoy in the salty flavor of it. Most nights this leads to some great sex. For old age I have wanted to suck Oliver 's dick, but as I said he does n't wish it. Sara, helped me one metre to get a mouth to the full of dog cum. But that 's something for later on down the route .