This is a Semi-true fib. I have changed the public figure and changed where and when it happened everything else is true. This is my first story, it was fairly simple to pen 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 drab hair and optic that change color based on my moods. I have been our dog 's bitch for many years 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 numberless fourth dimension with our dog Oliver. Oliver is a Golden Retriever he is about 80 pounds, he has the most beautiful pelage. It 's so soft and warm when he is on you or snuggled against you.

Oliver was trained from about six months on to have sex with me. As long as we are in the bedroom, all he has to do is push at me with his paws and I know what he wants. Joseph Oliver is your distinctive horny dog, he wants sex respective metre a day. Most Clarence Shepard Day Jr. he gets what he wants. Let me describe a typical day at our house. My wife gets up to go to work around 5 am. She lets Oliver out, then takes her morning shower. I get up most days while she is showering ( I am bed due to medical exam way out so I do n't mold ). I put on a robe and let Oliver in, I check his food and water. My wife gets dressed and leaves for workplace. I go into the bedroom to start my dawn. most sidereal day Oliver takes this as his queue.

He comes in and wait for my robe to come off. There are small scrawl on my side from his nipper. I do n't mind them, I call them love scratches. Sara looks at them every night to see if there are new single. He then jumps up and pushes on my back. I know that command. I get down on my paw and knees. I have learned over prison term to take my finger and wet it with my own spittle and give myself a little finger's breadth roll in the hay for lubrication. Oliver starts to prance around a little because he knows that means I am fix. I glance over and can see that eight-inch long red cock hanging out of its sheath. I want so badly to suck on it. But Oliver does n't really like that. He is more of Army of the Righteous 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 incline. I can experience his claws dig a little. I have learned to like this niggling bit of pain. Its worth it for his love. His fur is so soft and so warm. I can feel his chest move as he starts to heave a bit. His back talk is just over the back of my neck, and the heat of his hint gives me pilomotor reflex. I can feel him as he starts to prod his cock on my ass and I can finger some of the sticky wetness of his pre-cum. It takes a moment or two as he finds his marker.

Once Oliver has found my asshole. He pushes in as hard and deep as he can. Even now after various years of it, I still get my breath caught for a moment at the belief of being penetrated so suddenly. The feel of his eight-inch peter ramming into me causes me to fold my eye and my brainpower just focuses on the delight. Oliver starts to thrust in and out of me as fast as he can. It feels like a hard smooth rod and it expands as he goes. I push back against him without even thinking about it. All I can conceive of rightfield now is I want to please him as much as I can. I want to progress to him cum, I want to palpate him squirt his seed into me.

As Oliver nears his release he starts to drool on the back of my neck. He has always done this. I can feel his heart on my back, his breathing spell on my neck so hot and so strong. The knot has started to drive against my ass. This used to offend but I have gotten so used to it that I can accept him easy now. He pushes his slub into me and I can find it expand inside of me. I know he is almost there. My brain scream at me every time as I have my own orgasm without touching myself. Oliver gives his grow as he does every meter. Then I feel his slit startle to throb in me. I can sense 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 gallon ! I know its less but when it 's being shot up your ass it feels huge ! I love every moment of it.

When he is done he turns away and we have to hold back for his grayback to go down. I can still feel him in there all that prison term. The trading floor is already wet from where I have cum and as Oliver exits me with a wet sounding plop. I can sense his spermatozoon run down my leg. I love the feeling and on weekends when Sara is in the mood she will have me entrust it there because she knows I love the feeling. Being alone, however, cup my hand over my ass and get up and into the shower bath. I get dressed and get on with the day.

At night when Sara gets household, I will cook dinner, we watch some TV or surf Facebook. Then we head to bed. We both get disinvest. This gets Oliver started all over again. Sara will generally take in, sometimes she will lay at the edge of the bed and finger her self-inches from my typeface. Joseph Oliver has made it clear in the past that you do n't mess with his bitch while fucking so, I have to waitress for sex with her until after he is done. While Sara has never cared to give sex with Oliver for pleasure herself she does get off watch him fuck me. After he is done with me she likes to stick her finger in my ass to keep it heart-to-heart as long as she can. Then she will take her finger drenched in dog cum and put up them to me. I lick her finger off and savour in the salty smack of it. most nights this leads to some capital sex. For years I have wanted to wet-nurse Oliver 's cock, but as I said he does n't wish it. Sara, helped me one sentence to get a mouth wax of dog cum. But that 's something for later on down the road .