HONEY ON THE FARM

I was a little vex to receive a routine email from the local farming society of which I'm a extremity and notice that the sender had failed to use the BCC feature so there was my personal email address openly broadcast to all 150 extremity. Darn ! So I wasn't really very surprised when I received an e-mail a few days later from milo maize, a farmer and dog- breeder whom I knew slightly from ag. high 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 throw a beautiful, healthy, 3 class old standard size of it poodle dog bitch that I'd be prepared to suffer bred Lab for you. I also have a 2 twelvemonth old Lab male person with good stock lines. If you're interested, let me know and you can have for the first time dibs on the litter."

I was very interested having wanted one of these intelligent and beautiful dogs for quite some time so I emailed right back expressing interest and asking how to go along. He responded, suggesting I come over, see the prospective parents and if satisfied, leave a $ 50 deposit and bless an ordering for a puppy to be delivered within 6 months at a cost of $ 200.00. Now that's a very honorable price for a well-bred pup around here so a couple of hours later, I was pulling into milo maize's yard.

I parked my bright red F-150 in the G beside his stir black F-250 and looked around. The household and grand were kept up, lawns recently mowed, key sassy and bright but no one seemed to be around and no farm dog came to greet me. Thinking I heard a part around the barn, I headed that way and soon discovered Milo leaning on a fence and watching seven big blackguard playing in a two-acre argue enclosing. He greeted me courteously and nodded toward the blackguard."They all get a ninety minute run twice per day, but some are a short aggressive toward some others so they have to go out in three groups. do on and I'll show you Duchess."

Duchess, it turned out, was a slightly larger than usual standard size poodle, all white with a regal bearing. But she was clearly felicitous to see milo and me and showed as a sizable, happy, well-trained animal. Reluctantly leaving her pen, we walked through a series of lanes to another bombastic enclosure where four smuggled labs were lolling. They all came toward us at a run and I guessed correctly that the magnanimous, dissolute of the grouping was"Dickens"proposed mate to Duchess. A beautiful, streamlined bleak animal with the glad, somewhat over-exuberant personality of many Labs. milo maize reached and grabbed Dickens'collar to guide him out of the pen into the fenced laneway where we stood. Dickens immediately took off at a utterly run to the far end of the laneway about 200 meters distant and back to our feet — all in about 30 endorsement it seemed."He's a healthy one"milo maize observed. Dickens, panting, nudged his nose under my bird and licked my leg.

"Would you like to see the breeding facility ?"Milo enquired. The facility turned out to be a nerveless, contend, high-roofed unfold construction, fresh-smelling with a level of neat stubble for a floor. Centered, was an unfamiliar musical composition of equipment, its purpose becoming apparent as we walked close to examine it. Somewhat resembling an open crate made of painted tubelike steel open at one end, it featured a broad leather collar and several leather straps, clearly intended to gently restrain a bitch while she was bred. There was even a leather-padded rest 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 palpate his body heating plant through the fragile cotton wool apparel I was wearing. All at once, his hand was on my ass and his strong arm was turning me towards him. I looked up enquiringly, and he kissed me full moon on the lips. Now, I hadn't really been expecting this and perhaps I should hold been more timid. But, intent on obtaining a well-bred pup at a very good price, I had just dived right in.

Certainly milo maize was not a bad-looking man in a agrestic sort of way. He was absolutely clean and fresh-smelling. Even his intimation and mouth felt impertinent and clean, I reflected during the long, draw out kiss. There was no pointedness in struggling or screaming. We were a couple of mile from the nearest neighbor and separated from the road by respective hundred metre and multiple building. The merely job, I guessed, was that he was my elder by, perhaps 15 long time or more.

Still, as the moments dragged on, the movements of his tongue in my mouth and his manus on my hindquarters became downright arousing. After all, I'm no Virgin. I'm a mature lusty lady with more than her fairly share of lusts, desires and illusion. So, as milo's hand inched my wench up and he began to finger my medium spots, I felt the juices begin to course. Milo noticed my damp panties and became bolder, pulling me tightlipped so I could find his rising manhood through the cloth of our clothes.

When, at length, he released his bobby pin on me, I dropped to my knees in the balmy stalk and tugged off his cowboy boots. His jean and underclothing followed allowing his heavily-veined 7 inch dick to spring forward. Cupping his exceptionally with child ball-sac in one hand and his tool in the former, I began running the tip of my knife bout and stave under the rim of his mushroom cap. He responded almost at once with a house of cards of pre-cum for my tongue. Bouncing his Ball with my left deal, I grasped his cock just below the head and pulled downward to unfold the slot. Burrowing into his cock slot with my lingua tip, was rewarded with more deposits of pre-cum. But he'd had enough of my taking the lead.

Lifting me to my base, he turned me around and pushed me forward so I was forced to grab the top bar of the nurture crateful. He flipped up my chick and made my pantie disappear, spit on his hand and began to finger my hole in earnest. I know he had at to the lowest degree 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 acknowledge the significance. With at least three of his digit firmly planted in my backbone hole and his other hand firmly grasping the backrest of my neck, I mindlessly let him guide me down and forward into the big breeding crate.

The cross strap were quickly and expertly secured across under my belly and across my back. The instant pair of straps, quickly secured, went across just under my breasts and over my back. The wide collar, clipped to a ring followed. The straps were not tight and didn't hurt. I could move side to position and, to an extent, forward and back. I just couldn't turn or escape valve. In fact, when milo maize reinserted his finger into me, I kept thrusting back onto his difficult hand and actually whimpered when he withdrew his digit again.

When the showtime smack of leather struck the unwrap form of my sensitive rear end, 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 ticklish cutis around my pussy. When he stopped, my full ass was burning. The nerveless 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 chess opening and I knew it was his big mushroom knob — and I knew that knob was going to plunge into my anus with the unstopability of an engine Walter Piston. And it did !

I screamed again. And hear dogs barking somewhere. But now Milo's with child shaft was inside of me and, well-lubricated, I have to admit, it felt just fine. He went after me methodically ; slow, then fast, approaching with a right twist, then a left hand ; thrusting up against my back bone, then standing tall and thrusting down toward my belly. My pendulous knocker which had long-since fallen out of the front of my low-cut sundress, swung in counterpoint to his thrust as I braced myself against his assault on my body trapped inside the breeding pen.

Despite my hinder position, I orgasmed several meter, wave of Passion laundry over me each clock time, and when I sensed milo maize switching to the overdrive of his own Passion of Christ, 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 hurry of his cum ebullition up into me and with a few last grunt 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 adept on my bottom and second joint and heard the sound of a atomiser can. I smelt an unfamiliar, but strangely musky olfactory sensation and heard milo founder a suddenly, penetrating whistle."OK, Dickens"he chuckled."It's your turn. Do your thing."

I immediately felt the Lab's inhuman olfactory organ on my vain pussy and then paws up on my keister and back, and the manifest feel of his slim stopcock thrusting enthusiastically into my mess, responding to the powerful breeding bitch-hormones milo had sprayed all over my fundament."Milo"I shouted"let me out of here ”. But he just laughed and came around to the front of the crateful where he could slap my face a few times with his now-flaccid cock. Meanwhile Dickens was picking up speed and I recalled, with a good deal trepidation, reading that once a big dog is inside a bitch, his cock inflates a large ball at the base to keep back 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 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 overplus, that my naive body was responding very positively to Dickens'enthusiastic endeavor. The lunar time period rolled in, the firework short-circuited my brain and my lumbus quivered with passion and pleasance. Even after climaxing multiple meter, I was vaguely disappoint when devil completed his chore and wandered off after a perfunctory slug or two of my cunt. I just hung there on the shoulder strap, spent.

"Well, that was certainly something to watch."Milo was all chuckles and joviality as he unbuckled my straps, removed the shoe collar and helped me to my foot. I was trembling and inarticulate and sucked greedily at the water bottle he put into my helping hand."I could see you were having a mightily full time there and will need to relive it all."And he held up his cell phone to picture me the pictorial picture of a charwoman, clearly me, in the throe of love as a big, inglorious Labrador, tongue lolling, enthusiastically, Service her within a professional bitch-breeding crate."This is just my amateur movie, but I had the professional breeding photographic camera rolling also, so here's a copy of those films as well from three dissimilar angles."And he thrust a flash parkway into my hand as he escorted me to my motortruck, still standing there in the yard in the attenuation sun.

I drove plate in a bit of a haze, warmed up some supper, showered, washed my pilus and collapsed on my bed in a oceanic abyss nap for nearly 10 time of day. In the morning I awoke totally refreshed and kittenish, vaguely cognizant of lingering wild dreams. Finished morning chore, I inserted the flash drive into my big-screen chic tv — and there I was in brilliant colour ! Worse, there was no denying the rapt pleasure reflected on my brass and in my animalistic body language. Intending indignation, I could only inquire at the exquisite delight that came vividly to mind as I watched the first 20 min of movie 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 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 maize :"Hey, we didn't finish the contingent for my Labradoodle puppy."

He was right field back at me."You're right. Come on over if you like and we'll finish up the contract."It took about 20 minutes, road rubble boiling up behind my freshly washed Ford, before I pulled into his railyard and parked once again beside his big, glistening F-250.

Milo was quite business-like as we sat at the table in the big farm kitchen. He handed me the standard puppy order contour and waited patiently as I read, signed it and wrote him a alluviation cheque. Then he rose, assisted me to my feet and lifted my sparkle dress over my caput. I wasn't wearing any panties.

He dropped his denim and undies, pulled me airless and let me experience his operose manhood against my breadbasket, then, cupping my goat cheeks in his big manpower, lifted me and slowly threaded my body back down onto his wet cock. I lifted my peg and locked my ankles above his buttocks.

Walking across the kitchen with me bouncing, impaled on his cock, Milo continued on exterior into the bright sun and continued across the railway yard toward his dog breeding compound. Lifting me off his cock, he sat me down in the piano straw beside the breeding 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 ready assent as he positioned me in the rearing crate and adjusted the strap under my chest and tummy and across my back.

I positioned my Kuki on the warm padded leather of the support and wriggled my butt in anticipation of the cool musty sprayer which he soon applied copiously to my backside and interior thighs. Opening my ass a bit with his fingers, he sprayed more deep down. And then he went away !

As I knelt there, I realized I was at a remote farm-place, naked, out of doors except for the pour forth roof above, yet totally confined by the ginmill of the reproduction crate and the leather straps supporting yet restraining my torso. I quivered, a bit from fearfulness of what he may have in store for me and and quite a bit from sheer expectancy. I could try pawl in the length, no doubt greeting milo as he reached the pens, but otherwise, everything was quiet as quiet can only be this far out in the area. There was a slight breeze which made me acutely aware of the powerful bitch-in-heat hormone now drying coolie on my exposed fanny, the scent of it puckering my nose. I knelt, exposed for what seemed like a very farseeing sentence. And then I heard milo returning, speaking as though to an animal.

"Steady boy, stiff"and suddenly I felt hot breath and a cool nozzle probing against my anus."Steady boy, firm"milo maize chanted."Come and receive dear ”. And there he was, standing taller than me on my human knee, a immense Mastiff, possibly two hundred Ezra Pound, I thought."love this is Gent ; Gent this is honey. She'll be your bitch for today ”. lad gave my side a friendly lick and reached his head inside the crate to favor my swinging titty with a series of wet punch as well.

Meanwhile Milo was meddlesome behind me. He first slathered my ass with a slippery salve and worked it into me with his fingerbreadth. One, two, three, to a greater extent salve and one more finger as he opened me astray. My completely body quivered as my besotted footling ass hole was stretched wide heart-to-heart and my breasts were rasped by Gent's warm, wet tongue. At last Milo judged I was open enough and called"O.K. Gand, she's ready for you"and Gent abandoned licking my boob for a more interest part of my anatomy.

He thrust his nose oceanic abyss between my derriere brass and into my anus, no doubt checking for the source of the bitch-heat he could smell. Then he licked my ass and got himself ready for business. At first when Gent heaved himself up onto my rear, I thought I'd collapse under his weighting but milo maize adjusted his front paws onto leather supports built into the crate expressly to protect medium-sized bitches being bred to larger sires. Despite Milo's stretching and all the lube, gent's cock felt very declamatory as he forced it into me and I spread my knees as far as the crate would earmark. He took a half dozen short, fast tentative strokes, then pushed in all the way. His stopcock must feature been at half mast when I saw it while he was licking my bosom. Now it felt about 8 inches or more, sliding all the way up and around the bend in my tunnel. And that was where it stayed, with Gent thrusting as though to go even deeper while his big nut swelled up to double-size just inside my chess opening, locking him firmly inside my body.

beingness fucked by a big, experienced breeding dog is like nothing else in the public — including being fucked by a big, hornlike man. Once his nut expanded inside me, naught could get it out until he had placed his sperm as far inside of me as he could reach. There was very little"in and out ”, perhaps an inch or so, but the rich thrusts and pulsing shaft sent me almost immediately into a state where my mind floated destitute of my physical structure watching as I writhed in the strap beneath the mighty mastiff's assault. Few men have ever been able to maneuver their cock past the sharp turning which is located about six inches up into my rear love tunnel, and the keen torture of his cock forcing past that stricture and rubbing back and forth on it brought split to my center as I screamed with pleasure and pain.

I have no idea how long the big Mastiff continued to force his big tool up inside my body. I was only witting of being driven from one agonized orgasm to the next, barely aware that the screaming vocalization in the background was my own. And then something changed ! Gent picked up his pace and his swollen cock grew even larger with the first burst of semen. But he had more ! Three to a greater extent metre I felt his cock swell and inject another load of his cum into me before he stopped thrusting and started licking the back of my neck as his nut shrank and he was finally able to pull out of me. And I could stop shrieking and hang limply in the leather straps.

"Good boy !"complimented milo maize as he led the dog away. Despite being naked in the shady shed, and despite the light dusk child's play, I was drenched with perspiration and grateful when Milo returned and began to wash and wipe me down with very well spraying from a convenient schnozzle. He washed me as he would a dog, sudsing along my spine, then washing downwards. He even rinsed out my sore sexual love pickle, 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 much as lad had done. Though he was a big man with a fairly expectant rooster, 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 time of course, my hole was gaping so his peremptory accounting entry caused me no discomfort and the generous coating of an aloe lotion soothed the soreness as he distributed it deeply with his veined stopcock. I was, unfortunately, too trite to aim fully advantage of his drive but did try to pass him a little get-up-and-go back. I'm not sure he noticed. He was so up he just needed to fuck, which he did, getting off with about five minutes of vigorous humping.

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

"gladiolus to oblige"he grinned."Anytime. Always have at to the lowest degree one studhorse needing an outing."And we started back toward the farmhouse. Naked, I felt rivulets of cum — man and dog — streaming down my peg. I stopped and looked down to see it puddling around my ankles before it slowly seeped into the hard-packed earth of the path.

"I'll need another bath ”, I thought, but spotting a garden hose near the menage, just hosed myself off, the moth-eaten water feeling good on my skin, even as I douched to get to a greater extent 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 embark the farm planetary house to find my dress and pup contract, a lovely Scotch Collie came bounding up, nose and tail in the air, heavy pecker swinging below and headed straight for me.

"Neighbour's dog"growled milo."Damned nuisance !"So I continued on in, pulled my wrinkleless dress over my brain, straightened my hair with my fingers and, with a final so long, picked up my puppy declaration 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 yard .