HONEY ON THE FARM

I was a fiddling harassed to obtain a routine email from the local agricultural society of which I'm a member and posting that the transmitter had failed to use the BCC feature so there was my personal email computer address openly broadcast to all 150 penis. Darn ! So I wasn't really very surprised when I received an electronic mail a few twenty-four hours later from milo, a farmer and dog- breeder whom I knew slightly from ag. companionship encounter and such.

"I heard somewhere"he stated"that you are looking to hold a Labradoodle pup. While I don't have any just now, I do have a beautiful, respectable, 3 year old standard size of it poodle dog squawk that I'd be prepared to own bred Lab for you. I also have a 2 year old Lab male with good blood agate line. If you're interested, let me bonk and you can have maiden dibs on the litter."

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

I parked my lustrous red F-150 in the grounds beside his prove pitch blackness F-250 and looked around. The sign and yard were well-kept, lawns recently mowed, key impertinent and bright but no one seemed to be around and no farm dog came to recognize me. Thinking I heard a voice around the barn, I headed that way and soon discovered Milo leaning on a fencing and watching seven large blackguard playing in a two-acre wall enclosing. He greeted me courteously and nodded toward the andiron."They all get a ninety minute run twice per day, but some are a little fast-growing toward some others so they have to go out in three radical. Come on and I'll show you Duchess."

Duchess, it turned out, was a slightly larger than usual stock size of it poodle, all clean with a royal bearing. But she was clearly well-chosen to see milo and me and showed as a level-headed, happy, well-trained animate being. Reluctantly leaving her pen, we walked through a series of lanes to another large enclosure where four black research laboratory were lolling. They all came toward us at a run and I guessed correctly that the with child, fastest of the group was"Dickens"proposed first mate to Duchess. A beautiful, aerodynamic black animal with the happy, somewhat over-exuberant personality of many research laboratory. milo reached and grabbed devil'collar to take him out of the pen into the fenced laneway where we stood. Charles Dickens immediately took off at a deadened run to the far end of the laneway about 200 meters upstage and back to our feet — all in about 30 irregular it seemed."He's a healthy one"milo observed. devil, panting, nudged his nose under my skirt and licked my leg.

"Would you like to see the breeding adeptness ?"milo enquired. The adroitness turned out to be a nerveless, fenced, high-roofed outdoors building, fresh-smelling with a level of clean pale yellow for a floor. Centered, was an unfamiliar piece of equipment, its purpose becoming evident as we walked conclude to examine it. Somewhat resembling an open crate made of motley tube-shaped steel open at one end, it featured a broad leather collar and several leather straps, clearly intended to gently encumber a bitch while she was bred. There was even a leather-padded ease for her mentum and a ledge on which rested an miscellany of lotions and potions.

milo maize was standing very close to me as we examined the twist and I could feel his body heat through the thin cotton fiber 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 on the lips. Now, I hadn't really been expecting this and perhaps I should throw been more timid. But, purpose on obtaining a well-bred puppy at a very unspoilt price, I had just dived right in.

Certainly Milo was not a bad-looking man in a rustic kind of way. He was absolutely clean and fresh-smelling. Even his hint and mouth felt fresh and fresh, I reflected during the long, draw out kiss. There was no point in struggling or screaming. We were a distich of miles from the near neighbor and separated from the road by several hundred meters and multiple buildings. The only problem, I guessed, was that he was my elder by, perhaps 15 years or more.

Still, as the here and now dragged on, the campaign of his tongue in my mouthpiece and his hand on my hind end became downright arousing. After all, I'm no virgin. I'm a mature lusty peeress with more than her fair share of lecherousness, desires and illusion. So, as milo maize's hand inched my bird up and he began to finger my tender floater, I felt the succus begin to flow. milo maize noticed my tone down panties and became bolder, pulling me close so I could feel his rising manhood through the material of our clothes.

When, at length, he released his grip on me, I dropped to my genu in the lenient chaff and tugged off his cowboy charge. His jean and underclothes followed allowing his heavily-veined 7 in cock to leaping forward. Cupping his exceptionally large ball-sac in one hand and his cock in the early, I began running the tip of my glossa round and turn under the rim of his mushroom cap. He responded almost at once with a bubble of pre-cum for my tongue. Bouncing his bollock with my result hand, I grasped his pecker just below the head word and pulled downward to afford the slot. Burrowing into his cock slot with my spit 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 genteelness crate. He flipped up my skirt and made my panties disappear, spit on his hand and began to finger my pickle in earnest. I know he had at to the lowest degree three of his big finger's breadth inside of me, thrusting and pushing deep, again and again until I began to gasp and cry in a building orgasm."Maybe you need to become my breeding beef"I heard him say, but failed to accredit the significance. With at least three of his finger firmly planted in my back hole and his other mitt firmly grasping the rachis of my neck, I mindlessly let him guide me down and forward into the big breeding crate.

The crisscross shoulder strap were quickly and expertly secured across under my belly and across my back. The second pair of shoulder strap, quickly secured, went across just under my knocker and over my back. The broad collar, clipped to a ring followed. The straps were not tight and didn't distress. I could be active side to English and, to an extent, forward and back. I just couldn't turn or safety valve. In fact, when milo reinserted his fingers into me, I kept thrusting back onto his hard hired man and actually whimpered when he withdrew his digit again.

When the low smack of leather struck the uncover anatomy of my spiritualist tooshie, 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 unlike spot but often hitting right on the delicate cutis around my puss. When he stopped, my entire rear was burning. The aplomb application he then applied, served to reduce the burn slightly and he worked it thoroughly into my yap but suddenly I felt pressure against my opening and I knew it was his big mushroom cloud knob — and I knew that thickening was going to dive into my anus with the unstopability of an engine Walter Piston. And it did !

I screamed again. And heard cad barking somewhere. But now Milo's declamatory cock was inside of me and, well-lubricated, I have to intromit, it felt just ticket. He went after me methodically ; retard, then fast, approaching with a correctly twist, then a left ; 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 strawman of my low-cut sundress, swung in counterpoint to his thrusting as I braced myself against his rape on my consistency trapped inside the rearing pen.

Despite my sticky side, I orgasmed respective multiplication, waves of Passion of Christ laundry over me each clock time, and when I sensed milo maize switching to the overdrive of his own passion, 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 bang of his cum gush up into me and with a few cobbler's last grunts 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 sensation on my buns and thigh and heard the sound of a spray can. I smelt an unfamiliar, but strangely musky odor and heard milo maize give a short, sharp whistling."OK, Dickens"he chuckled."It's your round. Do your thing."

I immediately felt the Lab's cold nose on my swollen pussy and then paws up on my can and back, and the patent tactile property of his slim cock thrusting enthusiastically into my jam, responding to the powerful breeding bitch-hormones Milo had sprayed all over my rear."milo maize"I shouted"let me out of here ”. But he just laughed and came around to the front line of the crateful where he could slap my nerve a few times with his now-flaccid putz. Meanwhile Charles Dickens was picking up velocity and I recalled, with often trepidation, reading that once a big dog is inside a beef, his peter inflates a bombastic ball at the base to keep him in plaza until he's all finished placing his spermatozoan. Indeed, from the imperativeness inside of me, there was no dubiety that was what Dickens had done.

I was angry with milo maize with the stunt he had pulled on me and was mentally planning the revenges I would make for upon him, when I realized with even more embarrassment, that my primitive body was responding very positively to Charles Dickens'enthusiastic efforts. The lunar time period rolled in, the firework go around my mental capacity and my lumbus quivered with rage and pleasure. Even after climaxing multiple times, I was vaguely disappointed when Charles John Huffam Dickens completed his task and wandered off after a perfunctory lick or two of my pussy. 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 shoulder strap, removed the collar and helped me to my ft. I was trembling and inarticulate and sucked greedily at the water bottleful he put into my helping hand."I could see you were having a right good time there and will want to relive it all."And he held up his cell phone to show me the vivid movie of a cleaning lady, clearly me, in the throes of passion as a big, blackness Labrador, lingua lolling, enthusiastically, services her within a professional bitch-breeding crateful."This is just my amateurish film, but I had the professional breeding television camera rolling also, so here's a copy of those celluloid as well from three unlike angles."And he thrust a gaudy campaign into my handwriting as he escorted me to my truck, still standing there in the yard in the attenuation sunlight.

I drove dwelling house in a bit of a haze, warmed up some supper, showered, washed my hair and collapsed on my bed in a deep sleep for nearly 10 hours. In the good morning I awoke totally refreshed and frisky, vaguely aware of lingering unwarranted pipe dream. Finished morning job, I inserted the flash drive into my big-screen smart tv — and there I was in brilliant colour ! unsound, there was no denying the enraptured pleasure reflected on my case and in my animalistic consistency oral communication. Intending indignation, I could only wonder at the exquisite pleasure that came vividly to mind as I watched the first 20 transactions of film showing Charles Dickens and me locked in fair intercourse — and realized I was masturbating myself as I relived the experience.

I fussed and fumed around the house, went outside and washed the truck, came in and had another rain shower and finally bowing to the inevitable — sat at my desk and emailed milo :"Hey, we didn't wind up the item for my Labradoodle puppy."

He was mightily 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 dust boiling up behind my freshly washed Edsel Bryant Ford, before I pulled into his yard and parked once again beside his big, shiny 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 form and waited patiently as I read, signed it and wrote him a deposit cheque. Then he rose, assisted me to my foundation and lifted my promiscuous attire over my headway. I wasn't wearing any panties.

He dropped his jeans and undies, pulled me closelipped and let me sense his hard manhood against my stomach, then, cupping my target nerve in his big bridge player, lifted me and slowly threaded my body back down onto his wet cock. I lifted my legs and locked my ankles above his buttocks.

walk across the kitchen with me bouncing, impaled on his shaft, milo maize continued on outside into the bright sun and continued across the thousand toward his dog education compound. Lifting me off his cock, he sat me down in the soft straw beside the breeding crateful."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 fostering crateful and adjusted the straps under my breasts and tummy and across my back.

I positioned my chin on the warm padded leather of the financial support and wriggled my butt in anticipation of the cool musty atomizer which he soon applied copiously to my fundament and inner second joint. Opening my ass a bit with his fingers, he sprayed more inner. And then he went away !

As I knelt there, I realized I was at a remote farmplace, naked, out of doors except for the throw away ceiling above, yet totally confined by the bars of the fostering crate and the leather straps supporting yet restraining my torso. I quivered, a bit from care of what he may have in store for me and and quite a bit from sheer anticipation. I could hear dogs in the distance, no doubt greeting Milo as he reached the pens, but otherwise, everything was quiet as placidity can only be this far out in the nation. There was a rebuff duck soup which made me acutely aware of the potent bitch-in-heat internal secretion now drying cooly on my exposed fundament, the odour of it puckering my nose. I knelt, exposed for what seemed like a very long time. And then I heard milo maize returning, speechmaking as though to an animal.

"sweetheart boy, regular"and suddenly I felt hot breather and a cool poke probing against my anus."Steady boy, steady"milo chanted."Come and meet dearest ”. And there he was, standing taller than me on my knees, a huge Mastiff, possibly two hundred pounds, I thought."beloved this is lad ; lad this is Honey. She'll be your beef for today ”. Gand gave my font a well-disposed lick and reached his drumhead inside the crateful to favor my swinging boobs with a serial of wet punch as well.

Meanwhile Milo was busy behind me. He first slathered my ass with a slippery balm and worked it into me with his fingers. One, two, three, more unguent and one More finger as he opened me wide. My whole body quivered as my tight little ass muddle was stretched wide open and my breasts were rasped by Gent's warm, wet natural language. At last milo maize judged I was overt enough and called"Okay bloke, she's gear up for you"and fella abandoned licking my breasts for a more matter to part of my anatomy.

He thrust his nose deep between my butt nerve 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 concern. At first when Gent heaved himself up onto my spine, I thought I'd crash under his weight but Milo adjusted his front line hand onto leather supporting built into the crateful expressly to protect moderate-sized beef being bred to larger sires. Despite milo's stretching and all the lube, Ghent's cock felt very boastfully as he forced it into me and I spread my human knee as far as the crate would allow. He took a half dozen suddenly, fast tentative strokes, then pushed in all the way. His cock must have been at half mast when I saw it while he was licking my breast. 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 hatchway, locking him firmly inside my body.

Being fucked by a big, experienced breeding dog is like goose egg else in the world — including being fucked by a big, horny man. Once his nut expanded inside me, zero could get it out until he had placed his sperm as far inside of me as he could give. There was very little"in and out ”, perhaps an column inch or so, but the mysterious thrusts and pulsing cock sent me almost immediately into a res publica where my mind floated gratis of my dead body watching as I writhed in the straps beneath the mighty mastiff's ravishment. Few men have ever been able to operate their pecker past the sharp play which is located about six column inch up into my hind end love tunnel, and the exquisite torture of his cock forcing past that stenosis and rubbing back and Forth River on it brought tears to my eyes as I screamed with pleasure and pain.

I have no thought how long the big Mastiff continued to labour his big rooster up inside my body. I was only witting of being driven from one agonized sexual climax to the next, barely aware that the hollo voice in the background was my own. And then something changed ! fellow picked up his pace and his swollen cock grew even great with the first burst of seminal fluid. But he had more ! Three more times I felt his shaft swell and inject another incumbrance of his cum into me before he stopped thrusting and started licking the spine of my neck opening as his nut shrank and he was finally able to pull out of me. And I could blockade screeching and knack limply in the leather straps.

"good boy !"complimented Milo as he led the dog away. Despite being naked in the shady shed, and despite the light evenfall breeze, I was drenched with hidrosis and grateful when Milo returned and began to wash and wipe me down with very well atomizer from a convenient nozzle. He washed me as he would a dog, sudsing along my spine, then washing downwards. He even rinsed out my sore love hole, 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 Gand had done. Though he was a big man with a fairly large cock, 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 clock time of course, my trap was gaping so his peremptory entry caused me no discomfort and the generous application of an aloe lotion soothed the soreness as he distributed it deeply with his veined peter. I was, unfortunately, too tired to take full-of-the-moon advantage of his endeavour but did try to leave him a small push back. I'm not sure he noticed. He was so up he just needed to fuck, which he did, getting off with about five transactions of vigorous humping.

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

"Glad to bind"he grinned."Anytime. Always have at least one stud needing an outing."And we started back toward the farmhouse. Naked, I felt rivulets of cum — man and dog — streaming down my legs. I stopped and looked down to see it puddling around my ankles before it slowly seeped into the hard-packed earthly concern of the path.

"I'll need another bathroom ”, I thought, but spotting a garden hose near the star sign, just hosed myself off, the frigidness water feeling near on my skin, even as I douched to get more than of the gooey mixture out of me. But even with all the washing, some of the bitch-heat must give lingered on me because just as I was about to introduce the farm sign to think my wearing apparel and puppy contract, a lovely Scotch Collie came bounding up, nose and give chase in the air, operose turncock swinging below and headed heterosexual person for me.

"neighbour's dog"growled milo."Damned nuisance !"So I continued on in, pulled my unwrinkled frock over my head, straightened my hairsbreadth with my fingers and, with a final examination goodbye, picked up my pup contract 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 K .