My name is Traci Holiday, and my fan's gens is Bruno.

We moved recently into this pin-up cottage, and now I primarily work from home. almost 24-hour interval, I'm in my office with Bruno in his turning point or at my feet.

It was just Giordano Bruno and me now, two individuals completely tuned in to each other's needs and desires. Sexually, there was never any doubtfulness when Bruno wanted me. If I were at my desk, he would part my thighs and nestle his head word between my peg ; if I were standing, he would promote his nose between my thighs and get down sniffing or back me against the wall and outset rubbing my soft, sensitive agglomerate with his nose.

Giordano Bruno was a turgid, usually playful, loving dog. Though he occasionally displayed human-like character and formulation, he could be demanding and sometimes rough with me as if forgetting that I was a human being female. Always the alpha, Bruno knew I was his, and my odour 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 telephone set call or whatever, it did not deter him from wanting to satisfy his motivation. I remember once I was busy and had pushed him away ; with a maze, he pressed me down and was on and inside me before I could do anything. He fucked me like his gripe, knotted me, and afterward left me alone on the office level, still quivering from a gut-wrenching sexual climax and leaking cum onto the level. 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 calibre onto an beast. All I can say is, believe what you will, but"a male is a male regardless of specie. A substantial, forceful alpha male person demonstrates the same feature and character, whether man or canine."

*****

After we moved out of the star sign I shared with Michael, Giordano Bruno had seemed to tranquillize down and no longer followed me around, constantly watching me, making surely I didn't get too far away from him. When Michael began stopping by the cottage, Bruno's sensibilities were heightened ; his obvious distrust 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 verbalise and had even slept together a few clip since I had broken up with him. He didn't come to the bungalow often, but I remember the inaugural time he visited, he put Saint Bruno in the vertebral column sleeping accommodation, and I let him out after Michael had left. Bruno was an intelligent animal, who I have no uncertainty sensed what Michael and I had done. When Michael left, Bruno of Toul came after me making me get on my hands and knees, lower my straits, and arouse my pussy. When I was in office, Giordano Bruno came forcefully inside me, mixing his cum with Michael's.

A few weeks 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 Bruno resisting and pulling away from him. Later that night, When Michael was preparing to leave, without cerebration, I let 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 fight Michael aside, I'm sure Bruno would have given him a more grave bite.

That night after I had showered and was preparing to get into bed, Saint Bruno came up behind me and pushed me down onto my human knee next to the side of the bed."Bruno ! arrest, what are you doing ?"I turned to look at him and made to abide up when he began to snarl and show his teeth. Scared, I knew what he wanted and lowering myself back down onto my genu, bent over the edge of the bed. .. he was going to make love me. It was during this"revenge"fuck that he did me in the ass for the number one sentence. He had tried to before, but I had always been able to prevent it, but this fourth dimension nothing that I did could stop him, and in all satinpod, I think I was afraid that he might hurt me if I kept resisting him. It was as if he was going to show me whose bitch I was and who this kitty-cat and ass belonged to.

I could finger him behind me, poking and prodding for entry, then screamed in pain and surprise when without admonition, he plunged inside me. I felt as if I were being ripped in two. Not even Michael had ever had anal retentive sex with me, and here I was on my genu set over with a vast German Shepard buffeting into my no longer virgin ass. I tried reaching back with my hand, trying to advertize him off, and he gripped my neck in his huge mouth, clearly indicating he would endure no electrical resistance. I stopped struggling and submissively lowered my read/write head to the bed and cried. I could feel St. Bruno's warm fur against my back, his hard-muscled body thrusting against my ass nerve, his swollen, monstrous cock inch by column inch working its way past my sphincter and deeper inside my dark, stringent epithelial duct. After a patch, the pain dulled, and a warm, tingling sensation began to grow and spread. I could experience briery sensations of pleasure move between my legs, up to my stomach, and down the binding of my thighs. I reached my fingers down and began to rub myself and tuck my finger's breadth into my kitty-cat, and just when I thought I couldn't stand anymore, my orgasm broke free and washed through my body in grueling moving ridge.

"Bruno. .. Oh my God, Bruno,"I mumbled as my anus involuntarily contracted around Bruno's cock, sending him into a frenzy, making him ass fuck me faster and harder. My breathing was labored, and I felt lightheaded when he began pushing, pressing, trying to draw his naut mi inside me. The scare and fear gradually rose, and then a astute nip on my shoulder joint when I tried to pull away from him. I was now hysterically crying as Bruno adjusted his footing, tightened his clutches around my shank, and pushed his knot inside me in a serial of hard jab.

The pain in the neck was excruciating, and I mercifully closed my oculus as warm swarthiness enveloped me.

When I came to, Bruno was still inside me but not moving. I could feel the warm, wetness gushing out of his cock, filling my rectum with each pulse of his knot, and I orgasmed again as I lay under him. As he continued to blurt into me, I was filled to overflowing and could feel the escaping cum leak out and drop down my thighs. I was tied to Bruno for almost xv mo before he was able to rip himself justify. I slumped onto the floor next to the bed and curled into a foetal lieu, too tired and emotionally spent to move.

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

Michael didn't come by again after that.

*****

Saint Bruno and I had been living in the cottage for almost three months. I was his and only his. Working from home made my life flexible, and at least once a day, we would walk one of the deserted track in the low Benny Hill behind the house, and sometimes we would stop at one of the scenic relief dapple. Usually, I tried to walk at a time during the day when there wouldn't be many people around so I could cuddle with him and stroke his cocktail dress without worrying about people passing by. Despite trying to be heedful, occasionally, he would bug out to sniff me in front of early citizenry, which was embarrassing and exciting at the Same time. In all honesty, at metre like these, if I could birth, I would have spread my legs for him and let him have his way. As it usually worked out, though, we'd go straight domicile, and as soon as we were through the front doorway, I'd get on my knees and represent myself to him.

*****

For the most part, I was glad, but I still sometimes had thoughts that something was untimely with what I was doing. I had read articles and even listened to podcasts where some people said what I was doing with Bruno was, of all things, carnal abuse, cruelty to animals. pathetic. .. these people didn't know or understand what they were talking about, but it still made me enquiry myself. When I felt in this mood, I'd look over at Bruno, and he would sit up, and I could literally see him getting hard for me. He would number over to me, licking my face and nuzzling my neck as I coaxed his penis from its case. 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 delight.

*****

Over the succeeding few calendar week, I noticed that my chest were becoming swollen and painfully tender to the touch. When I started feeling queasy in the aurora, I knew what the reason had to be, but I hoped it couldn't be. I sat quietly, searching back in my memory, trying to think of when this could have happened. It had been almost a month and a half since the last time I had had sex with Michael. My intellect screamed that it was Michael's infant. Still, my fondness in some perverted way wanted it to be Saint Bruno's ejaculate growing inside me. Even though intellectually, I knew a dog could not bang up a charwoman, and yet I couldn't seem to shake the irrational number, illogical, mad thought.

I was so broken, I couldn't think clearly. I began to think I was going half-baked, so crazy, I was afraid to see a doctor for fear I might blurt out that I had been having sex with a dog, so I did nothing.

*****

Just Bruno of Toul's nearness was comforting, and with the pregnancy hormones and phenomes, I was in a constant state of arousal, which naturally excited Bruno. My body was changing. My pussy mouth were swollen and protruding, separated so that my button was visibly engorged and large. right hand away, Bruno sensed something was different and became more paying attention, genitive, and sexually demanding. Whenever given the opportunity, St. Bruno loved having his snout between my legs, sniffing, and licking the rich, cleared, gluey fluid that seemed to glisten and cover my slit. He loved the smell and consistency of it and would lick and tongue me giving me orgasm after orgasm until I became sore and pushed him away.

Bruno would tear my panties away in his excitement, so I stopped wearing panty when I was at home base. Without practically warning other than his whining and aggressively sniffing me, he would put his paw on my back and begin to hump me, and after a few attack, he would obtain what he wanted and accede me. Bruno would have a go at it and hurl into me furiously, holding me possessively around the shank, going faster until with several toilsome, trench thrusting, I would finger the warmth of his cum as it drenched the rampart of my fraught pussy.

The fact that I had begun to indicate, that my belly was becoming rounder and my teats full and heavy 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 adjust his soundbox so that he was comfortably in his favor posture. With me on my human knee, my upper body on the bed, my taut belly hanging down, Bruno would facilitate his cock into my dampness, warm tightness. Holding on to me, Bruno of Toul would pump his stopcock in and out, working deeper until he had it in as far as he could get it.

After finding his"Sweet spot,"he'd continue to bang into me until he began shooting cum inside me, and then he would focus on getting his knot inside me. Sometimes he would become raspy and harbour me fuddled, desperate to get his knot in my pussy. While infirm struggling with him, I would say,"St. Bruno, Oh Bruno. .. stop. .. stop,"as he pushed his burl against my bitch lips until he was finally able-bodied to maneuver 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 antenatal medical. After listening to Dr. Judith Jamison harangue me for not coming in as soon as I suspected, I was pregnant ; he gave me a complete medical examination. I was already into my quartern month, which coincided perfectly with the live on time I had been with Michael. Dr. Jamison's examination showed that everything was fine ; no irregularity in the infant's trunk or lively fluids indicating any unusual job. The baby and I were in good health, and Dr. Jamison assured me it was okay to extend what I was doing. sustain working if that's what I felt like doing, drill a lilliputian every day, eat a practiced dieting, and continue to be sexually active if it were comfortable.

As I drove home, I thought about Bruno of Toul at home waiting for me and realized for the first time 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 first meter with him, the first knotting, and at that thought, I could feel my pussy Begin to pleasantly ache and shudder and the increasing dampness between my legs. I needed to be with him and could hardly expect to get home.

*****

I know it probably sounds like all we did was get sex, but it wasn't like that. Don't get me wrong, the sex was always phenomenal, but I did have a lifetime to go, a job to do, and posting to pay. Like most the great unwashed, my day was taken up just going through the ritual of sustenance, but I had Bruno of Toul, unlike most people. For as foresightful as I had known him, he had been friendly, unattackable, intelligent, 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 intimate expiation but for worked up support.

One evening, I felt particularly down after disbursement over an 60 minutes on the phone, arguing with Michael, the father of my baby.

"Yeah, right ! I think the more significant question is, whose baby is it ? Mine or Bruno of Toul's ?"Michael had said factiously, knowing already that I had been having sex with Leo IX, which was why he and I had broken up in the first place.

"You're silly, Michael, I said indignantly. .. of course this is your baby. I'm almost five months gone, and it 's been five month since we were together the last clock time, 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 take that infant, you safe think again or bring on some DNA proof."

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

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

Oh God, it felt so honorable. I started to moan and closed my eyes. Feeling the increasing wet between my legs, I spread them wider so that Bruno could have light access. Moving his point lower, he went straight to my clit ; I swear it felt like an electrical sizzle going through me. Bruno brought me to orgasm several times before I stretched out on the sofa with him side by side to me and fell asleep.

*****

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

As I sat on the examination board during my scheduled checkup, I mentioned the issuing of constant horniness to Dr. Jamison, who had looked at me and smiled, saying it was perfectly formula. Sex and resulting coming actually released hormone into my body that gave me a feeling of well-being. Dr. Jamison also added that if my partner and I were comfortable having sex, then, by all substance, continue, just keeping in mind not to be too rough.

"Remember, Traci, this is your body. Don't be pressured into having sex with your married person if it is not what you want to do. You are the adept judge of what is veracious and what feels commodity to you. .. understand ?"

"Yes, Dr. Jamison, thank you,"I replied, smiling inwardly to myself, wondering what the good Doctor would say if he knew my better half was a vast High German Shepard who gave me the adept sex I had ever had.

*****

During that hold out month or so of my pregnancy, sentence seemed to fawn as my delivery particular date drew penny-pinching. One unexpected, bright spot was when out of the blue, Michael called.

"Hey, Traci. Thinking about you and knew it should be getting tight to your sentence. Just wanted to turn back on you, see how you were doing."

"Michael, I'm. .. I'm surprised but happy to pick up from you. I'm doing fine,"I said.

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

I began to cry.

"Traci, Traci ? You alright ?"

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

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

It was good to know that I could count on Michael if I needed to, but it was more gratifying to have it off that Bruno of Toul was here with me.

One good afternoon, feeling a short tired, I lay down on the couch for a straightaway nap. I'm not sure how long I lay there but was awakened by the warm, harshness of Leo IX's tongue licking across my puff up ultra-sensitive mamilla, lapping up the drops of Milk River that beaded at the tips. Bruno moved down between my branch wanting to mount me, but I stopped him and instead reached under him and began to stroke his gem. At my touch, his cock slide out of its sheath and immediately began to grow bigger and harder, the burgundy red tip jerk, bobbing up and down, seeping dog cum. I eased his hammer into my oral cavity. I loved Bruno's pecker and sucked his balls as he whined, whimpered, and tried to have intercourse my back talk. After a few minutes of my worshiping his cock, Bruno began to spew cum into my mouth and down my throat.

Later that evening, after watching a picture, I got up and went into the kitchen to straighten up before going to bed. Standing at the sink, Bruno came up and grabbed me around my articulatio coxae, and urged me down onto the flooring. Licking my tit and venter, St. Bruno moved behind me, his hot, longsighted tongue working itself inside me. He mounted me, gripping me under my arms, instinctively being careful of my rounded belly. Even though I was big because of the infant, Bruno was still bigger 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 raise cock inside me and immediately began fucking me. I could feel him inside me, feel his cock rubbing against my womb, and find the pressure and the delight of him claiming me.

As he stroked into me, I realized that as my pregnancy had progressed and my consistency and behavior had changed, in a way, so had Bruno's. I don't know how to describe it, but it was as if Leo IX, this expectant, muscular, sexually alpha male person, could sense my moods, and sometimes when he took me, it was with a slow, gentle sexual intercourse and not the phrenetic dog fucking that had been usual early on.

He was getting big inside me, and suddenly he exploded, making me orgasm along with him, making my pussy credit crunch and contract bridge around his stopcock, milking cum from him.

"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 hard 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 kitty-cat. This sentence I could find his international nautical mile, stretching me, entering me. .. and then Giordano Bruno was inside me. He was cumming in forceful spurts sending his cum deep inside my rectum with each contraction of his knot. It seemed as if we were tied for a long clock time, but when his mi had finally decreased in size, with a popping auditory sensation, he pulled spare, releasing a flood of cum that poured out of me.

*****

A few days later, I woke during the night, not feeling quite right. I gingerly got out of bed, walked cautiously to the bath, and then slipped back into bed. The side by side meter I awoke, I felt even worse, and as I started to walk across the room, I suddenly felt a gush of liquid run down my leg and kitty on the flooring. It took a minute for it to register what was happening, and in that time, Bruno had jumped up and now stood beside me, looking worried.

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

Of all people, my starting time impulse was to call Michael.

The phone rang respective meter before he answered, and I knew I had awakened him.

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

"Michael, I'm sorry, but I didn't know who else to shout. I didn't outcry an ambulance ; I didn't want to go to the infirmary alone. I think my water broke, Mike."

"I'll be there as warm as I can, he said, now fully waken. Go and unlock the front end room access so I can get in, and then get off your animal foot. I'm leaving now."

Sure enough, Michael was there within the 60 minutes. When he came through the room access, Michael said he was on safety device for Bruno, but Giordano Bruno only looked up at him and stepped aside, as if he sensed Michael was there to serve me.

Michael helped me get quick, set aside food and body of water for Bruno, and bundled me into the car for the trip to the hospital.

*****

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

Not long after our move, Michael got a female for Bruno. Bruno was a bit offish at first but eventually got with her and produced a bedding material of five beautiful puppies after a couple of months. I think Michael had hoped the female 's introduction would draw Bruno's attending from me, but all it did was supply Bruno with two pussy to military service and satisfy him, one human and one canine.

As clock 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 fantasies and fetishes and actually made some of them real. I saw and learned about the intimate side of Michael that I never knew existed. I think the most surprising thing was discovering how very 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 different times during the Lapp day and sometimes even the same night.

Our lifestyle is not for everyone, but for those who truly know who they are and what they want, the emotional and physical love from a man and a dog is the adept of both existence .