My name is Traci vacation, and my lover's name is Bruno.

We moved recently into this lovely cottage, and now I primarily work from home. most daylight, I'm in my office with Bruno in his nook or at my feet.

It was just Bruno and me now, two individuals completely tuned in to each other's needs and desires. Sexually, there was never any doubt when St. Bruno wanted me. If I were at my desk, he would part my thigh and nestle his school principal between my legs ; if I were standing, he would bear on his nose between my thighs and get down sniffing or back me against the wall and start rubbing my piano, medium cumulation with his nose.

Bruno was a large, usually playful, loving dog. Though he occasionally displayed human-like calibre and expressions, he could be demanding and sometimes rough with me as if forgetting that I was a human female person. Always the alpha, Bruno knew I was his, and my olfactory property when he was near me on some primordial level always signaled my willingness and readiness to be with him. If I were involved in something else or on a phone birdcall or whatever, it did not discourage him from wanting to satisfy his pauperization. I remember once I was occupy and had pushed him away ; with a snarl, he pressed me down and was on and inside me before I could do anything. He fucked me like his cunt, knotted me, and afterward left me alone on the office level, still quivering from a gut-wrenching orgasm and leaking cum onto the flooring. As I lay there, I could see him watching me with an almost man expression that warned me my pussy belonged to him whenever he wanted it. I know what you're probably thinking, that I'm projecting human timber onto an beast. All I can say is, believe what you will, but"a male person is a male regardless of species. A strong, forceful alpha male person demonstrates the Sami characteristics and timber, whether human or canine."

*****

After we moved out of the mansion I shared with Michael, St. Bruno had seemed to quieten down and no thirster followed me around, constantly watching me, making for certain I didn't get too far away from him. When Michael began stopping by the cottage, Leo IX's sensibilities were heightened ; his obvious suspicion of Michael was obvious. It was almost as if Michael were another Male dog sniffing around Bruno's bitch.

Michael, my ex-boyfriend, and I surprisingly still spoke and had even slept together a few clock time since I had broken up with him. He didn't come to the cottage often, but I remember the maiden time he visited, he put Saint Bruno in the backbone bedroom, and I let him out after Michael had left. Bruno was an intelligent animal, who I have no doubt sensed what Michael and I had done. When Michael left, Bruno came after me making me get on my paw and articulatio genus, down in the mouth my pass, and grow my pussy. When I was in lieu, Giordano Bruno came forcefully inside me, mixing his cum with Michael's.

A few hebdomad later, Michael came over again, and Bruno began barking and growling from the moment he saw him. Michael managed to get Bruno into the back bedroom despite Giordano Bruno resisting and pulling away from him. Later that night, When Michael was preparing to go forth, without thinking, I let St. Bruno out, and he immediately charged at Michael and nipped him on his leg. If I hadn't seen what he was about to do and pushed Michael aside, I'm trusted Bruno of Toul would have given him a more severe bite.

That night after I had showered and was preparing to get into bed, Leo IX came up behind me and pushed me down onto my knees next to the side of the bed."St. Bruno ! stopover, what are you doing ?"I turned to look at him and made to digest up when he began to snarl and present his tooth. Scared, I knew what he wanted and lowering myself back down onto my knees, knack over the edge of the bed. .. he was going to fuck me. It was during this"retaliation"fuck that he did me in the ass for the first time. He had tried to before, but I had always been capable to forbid it, but this time nothing that I did could stop him, and in all honesty, I think I was afraid that he might hurt me if I kept resisting him. It was as if he was going to render me whose beef I was and who this pussy and ass belonged to.

I could feel him behind me, poking and prodding for entry, then screamed in pain in the ass and surprisal when without warning, he plunged inside me. I felt as if I were being ripped in two. Not even Michael had ever had anal sex with me, and here I was on my knees bent grass over with a vast German Shepard pounding into my no longer Virgo the Virgin ass. I tried reaching back with my hand, trying to promote him off, and he gripped my neck in his huge mouth, clearly indicating he would digest no resistance. I stopped struggling and submissively lowered my head to the bed and cried. I could feel Bruno's affectionate fur against my back, his hard-muscled body thrusting against my ass cheeks, his swollen, monstrous cock inch by inch working its way past my sphincter and profoundly inside my wickedness, tight channel. After a patch, the pain dulled, and a warm, tingling sensation began to acquire and spread. I could feel prickly sensations of delight move between my legs, up to my belly, and down the spine of my second joint. I reached my digit down and began to rub myself and inclose my fingers into my pussy, and just when I thought I couldn't stand anymore, my orgasm broke free and washed through my trunk in severe waves.

"St. Bruno. .. Oh my God, Bruno,"I mumbled as my anus involuntarily contracted around Saint Bruno's rooster, sending him into a delirium, making him ass fuck me faster and harder. My breathing was labored, and I felt lightheaded when he began pushing, pressing, trying to force his knot inside me. The panic and fear gradually rose, and then a sharp nip on my shoulder joint when I tried to rive away from him. I was now hysterically crying as Bruno adjusted his footing, tightened his hold around my shank, and pushed his knot inside me in a series of arduous thrusts.

The pain was excruciating, and I mercifully closed my eyes as warmly darkness enveloped me.

When I came to, Bruno was still inside me but not moving. I could experience the warm, wetness gushing out of his tool, filling my rectum with each pulse of his gnarl, and I orgasmed again as I lay under him. As he continued to ejaculate into me, I was filled to overflowing and could feel the escaping cum leak out and drip down my thighs. I was tied to Bruno for almost fifteen hour before he was able-bodied to get out himself free. I slumped onto the trading floor next to the bed and curled into a fetal positioning, too tired and emotionally spent to motivate.

After cleaning himself, Bruno of Toul came over to me, where I still lay on the trading floor and began licking me. He rolled me over onto my rachis and licked away cum that had leaked between my legs. When I orgasmed again for the third time that night, I grabbed smattering of his fur and held him as I bucked and writhed under him. When I was able-bodied to, I crawled onto the bed and covered my bare, cum-covered dead body with a blanket, and as I fell into an exhausted sleep, Bruno climbed onto the bed next to me.

Michael didn't come by again after that.

*****

Bruno and I had been living in the bungalow for almost three month. I was his and only his. Working from home made my life story conciliatory, and at least once a day, we would walk one of the deserted lead in the low hills behind the household, and sometimes we would end at one of the scenic rest position. Usually, I tried to walk at a time during the day when there wouldn't be many citizenry around so I could cuddle with him and stroke his cocktail dress without worrying about masses passing by. Despite trying to be careful, occasionally, he would start out to sniff me in nominal head of other people, which was embarrassing and exciting at the same time. In all satinpod, at metre like these, if I could have, I would have spread my legs for him and let him have his way. As it usually worked out, though, we'd go straight home, and as soon as we were through the front door, I'd get on my genu and present myself to him.

*****

For the about part, I was happy, but I still sometimes had thoughts that something was wrong with what I was doing. I had read articles and even listened to podcasts where some mass said what I was doing with Bruno was, of all affair, animal ill-usage, cruelty to beast. derisory. .. these people didn't know or understand what they were talking about, but it still made me interrogation myself. When I felt in this temper, I'd flavour over at Leo IX, and he would sit up, and I could literally see him getting hard for me. He would come over to me, licking my look and nuzzling my neck as I coaxed his member from its cocktail dress. As I caressed and stroked him, I knew that we weren't harming ourselves or anyone else and that what I was doing was simply giving and receiving pleasure.

*****

Over the adjacent few weeks, I noticed that my breasts were becoming swollen and painfully offer to the touch. When I started feeling sick in the mornings, I knew what the reason had to be, but I hoped it couldn't be. I sat quietly, searching back in my retention, trying to remember when this could have happened. It had been almost a month and a one-half since the net time I had had sex with Michael. My idea screamed that it was Michael's child. Still, my heart in some perverted way wanted it to be Bruno's seed growing inside me. Even though intellectually, I knew a dog could not impregnate a woman, and yet I couldn't seem to shake the irrational number, illogical, mad thought.

I was so illogical, I couldn't think clearly. I began to think I was going half-baked, so dotty, I was afraid to see a doc for concern I might blunder out out that I had been having sex with a dog, so I did nothing.

*****

Just Bruno's nearness was comforting, and with the pregnancy internal secretion and phenomes, I was in a constant state of arousal, which naturally excited Bruno. My body was changing. My puss lips were swollen and protruding, separated so that my clit was visibly engorged and large. right hand away, Bruno sensed something was different and became more attentive, possessive, and sexually demanding. Whenever given the opportunity, Bruno loved having his snout between my legs, sniffing, and licking the plenteous, pull in, sticky fluid that seemed to glint and cover my slit. He loved the smell and consistence of it and would work out and tongue me giving me orgasm after climax until I became sore and pushed him away.

Leo IX would tear my panty away in his excitement, so I stopped wearing panty when I was at dwelling. Without much warning other than his whining and aggressively sniffing me, he would put his hand on my back and begin to hump me, and after a few attempts, he would find what he wanted and enter me. St. Bruno would have intercourse and hurtle into me furiously, holding me possessively around the shank, going faster until with several concentrated, deep drive, I would feel the fondness of his cum as it drenched the walls of my pregnant pussy.

The fact that I had begun to establish, that my paunch was becoming debauchee and my teats full-of-the-moon and overweight did not deter him from continuing to mate with me once, twice a day. Bruno knew how he liked it, and once he had mounted me, he would align his body so that he was comfortably in his favor position. With me on my knees, my upper consistence on the bed, my taut belly hanging down, Bruno would ease his stopcock into my damp, strong tightness. Holding on to me, Bruno would pump his cock in and out, working deeper until he had it in as far as he could get it.

After finding his"honeyed dapple,"he'd continue to know into me until he began shooting cum inside me, and then he would focalise on getting his knot inside me. Sometimes he would get rocky and oblige me nasty, desperate to get his nautical mile in my pussycat. While sapless struggling with him, I would say,"Bruno of Toul, Oh Bruno. .. stop. .. stop,"as he pushed his knot against my twat lips until he was finally able to steer it inside me. He gradually stopped moving but held onto me, keeping me still as his knot kept pulsing and sending semen inside me.

It was almost like being with a man.

*****

As I grew bigger, I did eventually go to see Dr. Jamison for a prenatal checkup. After listening to Dr. Jamison harangue me for not coming in as soon as I suspected, I was pregnant ; he gave me a all over health check. I was already into my fourth calendar month, which coincided perfectly with the last time I had been with Michael. Dr. Judith Jamison's exam showed that everything was okay ; no abnormalities in the baby's body or full of life fluids indicating any unusual problems. The baby and I were in good wellness, and Dr. Jamison assured me it was okay to cover what I was doing. Keep working if that's what I felt like doing, practise a little every day, eat a proficient diet, and remain to be sexually fighting if it were comfortable.

As I drove abode, I thought about Bruno at home waiting for me and realized for the foremost prison term how much I cared about him and depended upon him and wondered what I would do if anything ever happened to him. I remembered the initiatory time with him, the first knotting, and at that thought, I could sense my purulent begin to pleasantly ache and palpitation and the increasing damp between my legs. I needed to be with him and could hardly wait to get home.

*****

I know it probably sounds like all we did was bear sex, but it wasn't like that. Don't get me untimely, the sex was always phenomenal, but I did have got a life to result, a job to do, and measure to pay. Like almost people, my day was taken up just going through the ritual of aliveness, but I had Leo IX, unlike most the great unwashed. For as tenacious as I had known him, he had been friendly, strong, healthy, and protective, sometimes seeming almost human. As the old cliché goes, Bruno gave me unconditional love, and it was to him that I turned not only for sexual satisfaction but for emotional support.

One evening, I felt particularly down after spending over an time of day on the phone, arguing with Michael, the male parent of my baby.

"Yeah, right ! I think the more crucial motion is, whose infant is it ? Mine or Saint Bruno's ?"Michael had said factiously, knowing already that I had been having sex with Bruno, which was why he and I had broken up in the first-class honours degree place.

"You're absurd, Michael, I said indignantly. .. of course this is your sister. I'm almost five calendar month gone, and it 's been five months since we were together the last clip, and there hasn't been anyone else."

"Only God knows what you've been doing or with who, so if you think I'm going to claim that baby, you in effect call back again or raise some DNA proof."

"Go to underworld, Michael,"I screamed into the phone before hanging up.

I sank onto the sofa, softly crying when Bruno came and sat succeeding to me. He looked up at me with those beautiful, sensitive brown oculus before lowering his head onto my lap. Working his nose under the loose-fitting nightshirt I was wearing, he began licking at my belly and nipples.

Oh God, it felt so estimable. I started to groan and closed my eyes. Feeling the increasing moisture between my ramification, I spread them wider so that Bruno could have easier admittance. Moving his mind lower, he went straight to my clit ; I swear it felt like an electric sizzle going through me. Bruno brought me to orgasm various times before I stretched out on the lounge with him next to me and fell asleep.

*****

During my seventh month, I felt good, happy, healthy, and so horny.

As I sat on the test table during my scheduled health check, I mentioned the proceeds of constant horniness to Dr. Jamison, who had looked at me and smiled, saying it was perfectly normal. Sex and resulting orgasms actually released endocrine into my torso that gave me a notion of well-being. Dr. Jamison also added that if my partner and I were comfortable having sex, then, by all mean value, continue, just keeping in intellect not to be too rough.

"Remember, Traci, this is your body. Don't be pressured into having sex with your partner if it is not what you want to do. You are the best judge of what is the right way and what tone soundly to you. .. understand ?"

"Yes, Dr. Jamison, thank you,"I replied, smiling inwardly to myself, wondering what the safe Doctor would say if he knew my pardner was a huge German Alan Shepard who gave me the in force sex I had ever had.

*****

During that last month or so of my pregnancy, clip seemed to crawl as my delivery day of the month drew closer. One unexpected, bright bit was when out of the blueing, Michael called.

"Hey, Traci. Thinking about you and make out it should be getting closing curtain to your time. Just wanted to suss out on you, see how you were doing."

"Michael, I'm. .. I'm surprised but happy to try from you. I'm doing hunky-dory,"I said.

"Traci, I know I've been acting like an ass, but despite everything that's happened between us, I want you to know I still like about you and just wanted to tell you to let me recognize if you need anything,"he said.

I began to cry.

"Traci, Traci ? You alright ?"

"Yes, yes, mike, I'm mulct, just glad to know we can still be friends."

"Alright. .. I need to go, but stick in touch and call if you need me,"Michael said again before ending the call.

It was good to know that I could bet on Michael if I needed to, but it was more enjoyable to know that Bruno was here with me.

One afternoon, feeling a little jade, I lay down on the couch for a fast nap. I'm not sure how prospicient I lay there but was awakened by the warm, roughness of Saint Bruno's clapper licking across my vain ultra-sensitive nipples, lapping up the driblet of milk that beaded at the crest. Bruno of Toul moved down between my peg wanting to mount me, but I stopped him and instead reached under him and began to stroke his treasure. At my jot, his cock swoop out of its cocktail dress and immediately began to grow magnanimous and harder, the Bourgogne red tip jerking, bobbing up and down, seeping dog cum. I eased his stopcock into my lip. I loved Bruno's cock and sucked his balls as he whined, whimpered, and tried to sleep together my mouth. After a few minutes of my worshiping his pecker, Bruno began to puke cum into my oral fissure and down my throat.

Later that evening, after watching a movie, I got up and went into the kitchen to square away up before going to bed. Standing at the sink, Bruno of Toul came up and grabbed me around my articulatio coxae, and urged me down onto the floor. Licking my breast and belly, Giordano Bruno moved behind me, his hot, longsighted tongue working itself inside me. He mounted me, gripping me under my blazon, instinctively being careful of my rounded belly. Even though I was larger because of the baby, St. Bruno was still large than me, and once he mounted me, it was difficult for me to move around too much under him. I was already sopping wet, and he easily slipped his fully set up peter inside me and immediately began fucking me. I could finger him inside me, feel his cock rubbing against my womb, and palpate the pressure and the pleasure of him claiming me.

As he stroked into me, I realized that as my pregnancy had progressed and my eubstance and demeanor had changed, in a way, so had Bruno's. I don't live how to key it, but it was as if Bruno, this turgid, muscular, sexually alpha male, could feel my humor, and sometimes when he took me, it was with a retard, gentle relation and not the frenzied dog screw that had been usual early on.

He was getting bigger inside me, and suddenly he exploded, making me orgasm along with him, making my pussy hug and contract around his cock, milking cum from him.

"Saint Bruno,"I screamed when he continued to pump in and out as I orgasmed on his cock.

Instead of Giordano Bruno knotting with me then, he pulled out still intemperately and spurting cum. Still, behind me, he began to probe for my anus, and finding it, eased inside me and began again taking what he wanted as his warm spent cum dripped out of my puss. This metre I could feel his knot, stretching me, entering me. .. and then Bruno was inside me. He was cumming in forceful spurts sending his cum deep inside my rectum with each contraction of his greyback. It seemed as if we were tied for a long time, but when his mile had finally decreased in size, with a popping sound, he pulled relieve, releasing a rising tide of cum that poured out of me.

*****

A few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. later, I woke during the nighttime, not feeling quite mightily. I gingerly got out of bed, walked cautiously to the bathroom, and then slipped back into bed. The future prison term I awoke, I felt even worse, and as I started to walk across the room, I suddenly felt a effusion of liquid run down my peg and puddle on the flooring. It took a moment for it to record what was happening, and in that time, Bruno had jumped up and now stood beside me, looking worried.

"well, Saint Bruno, I think this is it."

Of all people, my first pulse was to call Michael.

The phone rang several fourth dimension before he answered, and I knew I had awakened him.

"Hello. .. howdy,"Michael said, still half asleep.

"Michael, I'm sorry, but I didn't know who else to call in. I didn't call an ambulance ; I didn't want to go to the hospital alone. I think my H2O broke, Mike."

"I'll be there as quick as I can, he said, now fully awake. Go and unlock the social movement door so I can get in, and then get off your feet. I'm leaving now."

Sure enough, Michael was there within the hour. When he came through the door, Michael said he was on sentry duty for Bruno of Toul, but Bruno only looked up at him and stepped aside, as if he sensed Michael was there to facilitate me.

Michael helped me get set, set aside intellectual nourishment and pee for Bruno, and bundled me into the car for the slip to the hospital.

*****

That night, I gave birth to a picayune boy. Saint Bruno and I and the new baby moved back home plate with Michael.

Not long after our move, Michael got a female for Bruno. Bruno was a bit offish at showtime but eventually got with her and produced a litter of five beautiful puppies after a twain of calendar month. I think Michael had hoped the female 's introduction would draw St. Bruno's attention from me, but all it did was provide Leo IX with two puss to service and satisfy him, one human and one canid.

As time went on, it seemed the hostility between Michael and Bruno lessened, and the three of us began an exciting and satisfying arrangement. Michael and I explored each other's phantasy and voodoo and actually made some of them literal. I saw and learned about the intimate side of Michael that I never knew existed. I think the most surprising matter was discovering how much Michael enjoyed watching Bruno have sex with me.

I loved both of them and had sex with both of them separately and together. Sometimes with each of them at unlike times during the Saame day and sometimes even the same night.

Our modus vivendi is not for everyone, but for those who truly know who they are and what they want, the emotional and strong-arm love from a man and a dog is the best of both worlds .