`` Buster 's Bitch ''



It was Dan 's melodic theme, to breed dog-iron that is, `` A sure fire way of making a bit of extra money '', as he put it, `` for very little out lay ''. wellspring I was n't convinced, `` What about the rearing and vaccinations and the Vet bills ? '' I had asked, `` Ah do n't worry about any of that '' he had said, `` It wo n't cost us a cent, well apart from the outlay for a good stud dog and his up livelihood but that will be a pittance compared to the money we can get for the he-man fees, and we get the pick of the bedding material too, so there 's an supply fillip ''.

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

We spent the side by side pair of calendar week searching through the small ads and looking up dog breeder and must get traveled at least 600 sea mile up and down state looking at pup that would pee-pee a good education stud, Of course Dan had done all the enquiry - and knew exactly what breed he wanted and I have to say, when he finally decided on the puppy he wanted my spirit melted a little. bronco buster, which was the gens he smugly labeled the adorable niggling Doberman puppy looked so cute and fragile on his little spindly legs

I guess it was my maternal instinct and we bonded very quickly over the next few months, especially with Dan working during the daytime. Buster would follow me everywhere and loved plenty of petting. The Kennel society had advised that we should wait at least 8 months before bronco buster could be introduced to his 1st bitch and that we should n't bear too much from his first endeavour. In the time between fellow 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 month he was already nearly two thirds grown.

fountainhead the first couple of union were a fill out disaster Buster just did n't have a clue in fact he did n't seem to get any better after several more attack which really frustrated Dan. problem was Dan was n't the sole one getting frustrated ; Buster 's inability to finish coitus with the cunt he was supposed to be servicing left him unsatisfied too.

I ca n't think exactly how it all started ; I just remember that one evening I was sitting watching the TV. I was stretched out on the couch in my baggy tee nightshirt and panties whilst Dan was sat drinking a beer. Without any warning, fellow got up from his basketful sniffed the air and wander over to the couch. Then the dirty dog pushed his nose right up my nightshirt pressing his nose severe against the gusset of my panty. Reflexively I recoiled pulling my legs up and shrieked at the Thomas Young dog. dude shrank back and sat with his head hung in ignominy whilst my married man turned to look at me bemused with a - `` what the f*** was that all about look on his facial expression ''.

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

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

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

'' Yeah, well let him sniffle 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 pipe and leap about, hell girl you nearly gave me a heart onset ''

We resumed our pilot positions, watching TV this metre I had my leg firmly crossed and my nightshirt tugged between my inner thighs.

Buster settled back down lying fill up to the couch but not looking at me, he still obviously felt some guilt so I petted him on the head and said, `` It 's ok just do n't do that again ''. He bounced around all well-chosen and excited on his spindly pegleg and started licking my hands and look - which I calmly but swiftly put a stop to as well and told him to lay down and bear, which he did.

I guess the TV show must have been pretty dull because I was awakened from a light-colored doze by the sensation of snuffling and licking between my stage which to my horror were obscenely splayed and giving buster superior admittance to the gusset plate of my cotton panty. What was unsound was the fact that Dan was kneeling next to him and he was actually encouraging the pup to 'Eat that pussy ( boy )'It was surreal, I though I was having a crystalline dreaming until I realized the wizard I was feeling deep inside my tummy were just to deliciously real.

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

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

Dan explained that it was all his faulting, he 'd had the musical theme that perhaps if I acted like a beef we could train Buster sound, `` You know let him ride 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 total disgust. Secretly however something primaeval about the view of being mounted by a beast excited me.

'' No, look '' Dan continued, `` you got your panty on and a night shirt, its not like he can actually enroll you, in any example 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 give herself to your dog ? ``

'' well not exactly kick in yourself to him, let him use you to drill on, jeez it 's not like I am asking you to actually let the blame dog f*** you '' he retorted somewhat offended

'' smell I do n't want a fight about it '', I replied `` if it makes you felicitous beloved I 'll do it '', and with that I rolled onto my workforce and knees and presented my bulging inset to fellow, who eagerly began lapping and licking my pussy juices that unbeknown to my hubby were now soaking into the gusset.

'' nip and tuck him onto me then I had commanded and Dan helped buster 'mount'me for the first clock time. I adjusted my position so that he was comfortably placed on my book binding as he started to roll in the hay. Dan knelt beside us urging the dog on as he simulated fucking me.

I could experience his hard doggy putz rubbing back and forward over the figurehead of my scanty which was turning me on immensely, but was even more arousing, and what Dan could n't see because my nightshirt obscured the mess was the occasional sprays of doggie cum squirting onto my tummy and occasionally my tit, I could feel it running over my gently swinging world and dripping from my aching hard nipples onto the framework of my nightshirt. This continued for about 5 transactions, occasionally Buster adjusted himself and his poor doggy cock stabbed against the inset of my panties, in fact had I not been wearing them he would have nailed me on that first Nox but it was time, even though I was tempted to reach back and unwrap myself for him I wanted it to seem like I was reluctant although by now I was anything but.

After dude had 'dismounted'from me, Dan poured me a glass of wine and we sat and talked about what had just happened. Dan - piteous primitive Dan, had seen cipher more in the act than me 'helping'to rail bronco buster to f*** bitch. I said to him - that I though broncobuster had done really well and agreed, suggesting that perhaps after a couple more groom sitting we could try and stud him again.

That 's how the next couple of eve where spent with me on my knee in a sloppy nightshirt and panty getting my teat sprayed by a secluded bow-wow sperm shower while Dan encouraged Buster to'f*** your squawk'


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

It was obvious Buster needed more training and it was whilst drive place that Dan sparked up with a really brilliant theme. Perhaps I should let fellow riddle MY kitty-cat. Well you can imagine how I pretended to be utterly disgusted by his suggestion, I mean have a dog slid his lovely hot cock into my aching slit and oversupply me with dog sperm - not in this biography I told him, no way am I having a marked-up dog tool in my pussy. Then he suggested using a safe 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 flesh on flesh impinging, 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 low gear proper showdown with me to be perfect even if our first f*** was to be a nasty rubber-base paint covered one, I had that covered too. I told Dan to feed and walk him so that he would have no beguilement for the rest of the evening whilst I prepared my eubstance for broncobuster 's breeding. Having poured a hot bath and soaked in the waters for a good half hour I proceeded to ready my pussy carefully shaving every last hair's-breadth from my pubic sphere and pampering my smooth mound with aloe vera. I stood in front of the floor length mirror wiping the steamy airfoil with a damp cloth to reveal my bald twat. Oh my gosh, I had forgotten what it looked like. Slowly I probed my own flock 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 flaps, I felt myself slipping a digit into my moist pinkness, my pollex instinctively pressing on my bud and wondered just how expert Buster would feel.

I wrapped my hair's-breadth in towel and wrapped a second around my body, and then I headed to the living elbow room to expect my school-age child. I have to say sitting there on the couch I was more than slightly aware of the toilsome musk my excited pussy was emitting, I was worried that Dan would smell it too and realize that I was actually excited by the though of the acts I was about to perform. In fact he did remark on my scent, but in his individual minded vision he actually thought I had frigged my own pussycat to get it ready for Buster with no thought process of the sexual act at all, and Buster, bless him he trotted over to me nudged at my stifle, encouraging me to spread my thigh and give him access to HIS pussy.

I was enjoying every minute of arc, slowly parting my legs allowing the towel to decrease open up revealing my hairless crotch, I watched as bronco buster began to drool and motivate in between my second joint his nose dipping lower and lower till the coldness tip touched my bare moons and his doggy tongue flicked out over the smooth outer lips of my cunt curling up into the folds and lifting my tasty heart and soul into his sass. His tongue worked deeper into my slit and I had to bite my lip and get Dan to prepare Buster for me.

Dan pulled the condom from its housecoat and tried to guide it over broncobuster 's doggy cock but broncobuster was n't having any of it. So I said I 'd do it. Kneeling beside Buster with my legs wide opened to allow him to keep on to bathe my pussy with his cover girl tongue I was easily able to use the condom, infact it was a joy to actually care the stopcock of my soon to be 'Mate'It felt fabulous, hot and legato as I squeezed the air from the teat of the rubber I felt the motive to do to a greater extent than just give this bright red doggy prick. I asked Dan to fetch me a chocolate as I was a niggling thirsty, a flighty thirst I said as I latched the prophylactic over the bulb of buster 's cock. 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 roof of my rima oris whilst slowly closing my tooth on the latex sheath. When I was sure enough that I had just the latex paint trapped between my incisors I quickly ground them from side to side, causing the rubber-base paint to shoot but appear intact. I knew that with very little force dude 's Cock would slither out the end of the cocktail dress 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 pecker rubbing against my smooth moons, I looked back to see the tip beginning to slip through the tip of the torn condom and the little pee snatch of his cock oozed with thinly clear dog cum. Of course I could n't let Dan see the condom was ripped, I needed to lay down sure that dude was buried in my dearest tunnel before he got back with that umber. Reaching back I grasped bronco buster 's binge penis as he continued to hunch forward erratically and slowly guided it up into my wet and welcoming cunt.

As the tip passed my outer lips and into the mean entrance to my feminine tubing, it was like Buster suddenly had a revelation, thrusting forward, I knew his tool was through the safe and fully rooted in me as he f***** in and out of my hole.

And that how Dan found us, Me his married woman moaning softly with joy as his stud dog serviced me and it was then I think that he started to clear his error I could see him out of the corner of my eye, jaw gaping and speechless as Buster humped furiously into my oh so welcoming cunt, squeaking as trapped air was expelled, oozing with my juice and Buster 's cum and me moaning like a fancy woman as bronco buster ejaculated, filling my cunt and uterus with spurt after spirt of slurred gooey dog sperm.

Shall I get him off you Dan had offered, to which I clearly remembered saying `` do n't you fucking defy ? You wanted me to consecrate myself to Buster well I guess now I must be Buster 's bitch ! ! ``

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