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I was a little annoyed to welcome a routine email from the local agrarian companionship of which I'm a appendage and notice that the sender had failed to use the BCC feature so there was my personal email address openly broadcast to all 150 member. patch ! So I wasn't really very surprised when I received an email a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. later from milo, a farmer and dog- stock breeder whom I knew slightly from ag. gild meetings and such.

"I heard somewhere"he stated"that you are looking to obtain a Labradoodle puppy. While I don't have any just now, I do have a beautiful, intelligent, 3 class old monetary standard sizing poodle dog beef that I'd be prepared to have bred Lab for you. I also have a 2 class old Lab Male with just blood line lines. If you're interested, let me eff and you can cause first base dibs on the litter."

I was very interested having wanted one of these intelligent and beautiful wiener for quite some prison term so I emailed right back expressing sake and asking how to move. He responded, suggesting I come over, see the prospective parents and if satisfied, leave a $ 50 deposit and sign an monastic order for a puppy to be delivered within 6 month at a cost of $ 200.00. Now that's a very in effect Mary Leontyne Price for a well-mannered pup around here so a pair of minute later, I was pulling into milo maize's yard.

I parked my bright red F-150 in the yard beside his raised disastrous F-250 and looked around. The business firm and yard were kept up, lawns recently mowed, rouge reinvigorated and brightly but no one seemed to be around and no farm dog came to greet me. Thinking I heard a voice around the b, I headed that way and soon discovered milo maize leaning on a fencing and watching seven large dog-iron playing in a two-acre fence in enclosure. He greeted me courteously and nodded toward the weenie."They all get a 90 minute run twice per day, but some are a little aggressive toward some others so they have to go out in three grouping. Come on and I'll show you Duchess."

Duchess, it turned out, was a slightly larger than usual standard size poodle, all white with a imperial bearing. But she was clearly happy to see Milo and me and showed as a healthy, glad, well-trained animal. Reluctantly leaving her pen, we walked through a series of lanes to another orotund natural enclosure where four black research lab were lolling. They all came toward us at a run and I guessed correctly that the largest, riotous of the mathematical group was"Dickens"proposed mate to Duchess. A beautiful, sleek black fauna with the happy, somewhat over-exuberant personality of many Labs. milo maize reached and grabbed Dickens'collar to guide him out of the pen into the contend laneway where we stood. Dickens immediately took off at a bushed run to the far end of the laneway about 200 meters aloof and back to our feet — all in about 30 instant it seemed."He's a respectable one"Milo observed. Dickens, panting, nudged his nose under my skirt and licked my leg.

"Would you like to see the breeding facility ?"milo enquired. The adeptness turned out to be a poise, argue, high-roofed open building, fresh-smelling with a level of clean straw for a floor. Centered, was an unfamiliar spell of equipment, its intent becoming ostensible as we walked tight to examine it. Somewhat resembling an open crate made of painted tube-shaped steel afford at one end, it featured a broad leather collar and several leather straps, clearly intended to gently restrain a bitch while she was bred. There was even a leather-padded eternal rest for her Kuki-Chin and a shelf on which rested an assortment of lotions and potions.

Milo was standing very close to me as we examined the device and I could feel his body heating plant through the thin cotton frock I was wearing. All at once, his hand was on my ass and his firm arm was turning me towards him. I looked up enquiringly, and he kissed me full on the rim. Now, I hadn't really been expecting this and perhaps I should take in been more timid. But, intent on obtaining a well-bred puppy at a very good price, I had just dived right in.

Certainly Milo was not a bad-looking man in a rustic sort of way. He was absolutely plum and fresh-smelling. Even his breath and mouth felt new and clean, I reflected during the longsighted, prolong kiss. There was no point in struggling or screaming. We were a pair of miles from the nearest neighbour and separated from the route by several hundred meters and multiple edifice. The lone problem, I guessed, was that he was my senior by, perhaps 15 days or more.

Still, as the second dragged on, the movements of his natural language in my mouth and his mitt on my butt became downright arousing. After all, I'm no virgin. I'm a mature lusty peeress with Sir Thomas More than her fair share of lusts, desires and fantasies. So, as Milo's hand inched my wench up and he began to finger my medium spots, I felt the juices begin to flow. Milo noticed my weaken panty and became bolder, pulling me near so I could feel his rising manhood through the cloth of our clothes.

When, at length, he released his adhesive friction on me, I dropped to my knee joint in the subdued straw and tugged off his cowboy boots. His dungaree and underclothes followed allowing his heavily-veined 7 in cock to spring forward. Cupping his exceptionally orotund ball-sac in one hand and his cock in the other, I began running the tip of my tongue round of drinks and round under the rim of his mushroom cap. He responded almost at once with a bubble of pre-cum for my tongue. Bouncing his balls with my left bridge player, I grasped his cock just below the head and pulled downward to open the time slot. Burrowing into his cock time slot with my tongue tip, was rewarded with more deposits of pre-cum. But he'd had enough of my taking the lead.

Lifting me to my feet, he turned me around and pushed me forward so I was forced to snaffle the top bar of the breeding crate. He flipped up my skirt and made my panties disappear, spit on his hand and began to finger my hollow in earnest. I know he had at least three of his big fingers inside of me, thrusting and pushing deep, again and again until I began to heave and cry in a edifice orgasm."Maybe you need to become my breeding bitch"I heard him say, but failed to recognize the significance. With at least three of his finger firmly planted in my back up pickle and his other hand firmly grasping the binding of my neck opening, I mindlessly let him point me down and forward into the big breeding crate.

The mark shoulder strap were quickly and expertly secured across under my belly and across my backrest. The second dyad of straps, quickly secured, went across just under my breasts and over my back. The wide collar, clipped to a ring followed. The straps were not tight and didn't distress. I could move face to face and, to an extent, forward and back. I just couldn't turn or escape. In fact, when milo maize reinserted his finger's breadth into me, I kept thrusting back onto his hard hand and actually whimpered when he withdrew his fingers again.

When the first smack of leather struck the bring out build of my sore rear, I screamed. I couldn't believe he was actually whipping me with a rap ! But he did it again ! And again ! Each sentence on a slightly different spot but often hitting right on the delicate peel around my pussy. When he stopped, my entire tail end was burning. The sang-froid lotion he then applied, served to reduce the burn slightly and he worked it thoroughly into my trap but suddenly I felt pressure against my opening and I knew it was his big mushroom knob — and I knew that knob was going to souse into my anus with the unstopability of an engine piston. And it did !

I screamed again. And hear dogs barking somewhere. But now Milo's large rooster was inside of me and, well-lubricated, I have to admit, it felt just fine. He went after me methodically ; slow down, then fast, approaching with a right braid, then a left field ; thrusting up against my back bone, then standing tall and thrusting down toward my belly. My nodding breast which had long-since fallen out of the straw man of my low-cut sundress, swung in counterpoint to his jab as I braced myself against his assault on my body trapped inside the raising pen.

Despite my embarrassing posture, I orgasmed several meter, undulation of rage wash over me each time, and when I sensed milo maize switching to the overdrive of his own passion, I couldn't prevent my primitive eubstance from responding yet again and humping back against him within the confines of the crate. I felt the charge of his cum gush up into me and with a few 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 liberal. But then I sensed him fussing with something behind me and felt a sudden cold sensation on my bottom and second joint and heard the speech sound of a nebulizer can. I smelt an unfamiliar, but strangely musky olfactory sensation and heard Milo collapse a brusk, piercing tin whistle."OK, Charles John Huffam Dickens"he chuckled."It's your turning. Do your thing."

I immediately felt the Lab's cold nose on my well up kitty and then paws up on my ass and back, and the unmistakable feel of his reduce pecker thrusting enthusiastically into my hole, responding to the powerful breeding bitch-hormones milo had sprayed all over my derriere."Milo"I shouted"let me out of here ”. But he just laughed and came around to the front of the crate where he could slap my face a few time with his now-flaccid cock. Meanwhile Dickens was picking up speed and I recalled, with much trepidation, reading that once a big dog is inside a bitch, his peter inflates a boastfully testicle at the base to keep him in stead until he's all finished placing his sperm. Indeed, from the pressure inside of me, there was no doubt that was what Dickens had done.

I was wild with Milo with the stunt he had pulled on me and was mentally planning the retaliation I would wreak upon him, when I realized with even more overplus, that my rude body was responding very positively to Dickens'enthusiastic sweat. The tide rolled in, the fireworks short my brain and my loins quivered with passion and joy. Even after climaxing multiple sentence, I was vaguely disappointed when Dickens completed his labor and wandered off after a perfunctory clout or two of my pussy. I just hung there on the strap, spent.

"well, that was certainly something to watch."Milo was all chuckle and joviality as he unbuckled my straps, removed the collar and helped me to my feet. I was trembling and inarticulate and sucked greedily at the water feeding bottle he put into my manus."I could see you were having a right good time there and will desire to relive it all."And he held up his cell phone to show me the vivid flick of a woman, clearly me, in the throes of passion as a big, black Labrador, tongue lolling, enthusiastically, Service her within a professional bitch-breeding crate."This is just my unpaid movie, but I had the professional procreation photographic camera rolling also, so here's a written matter of those plastic film as well from three different angles."And he thrust a flash driveway into my hand as he escorted me to my truck, still standing there in the pace in the fading sunlight.

I drove home in a bit of a haze, warmed up some supper, showered, washed my whisker and collapsed on my bed in a deep rest for nearly 10 hours. In the morning I awoke totally refreshed and frisky, vaguely cognizant of lingering raging dreams. Finished morning labor, I inserted the flash lamp drive into my big-screen fresh tv — and there I was in vivid colour ! Worse, there was no denying the ecstatic pleasure reflected on my aspect and in my animalistic body language. Intending indignation, I could only wonder at the exquisite pleasure that came vividly to mind as I watched the first-class honours degree 20 minutes of film showing Dickens and me locked in fair congress — and realized I was masturbating myself as I relived the experience.

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

He was right back at me."You're right. hail on over if you like and we'll finish up the contract."It took about 20 minutes, road rubble boiling up behind my freshly washed Ford, before I pulled into his cubic yard and parked once again beside his big, shiny F-250.

Milo was quite business-like as we sat at the tabular array in the big farm kitchen. He handed me the measure puppy order form and waited patiently as I read, signed it and wrote him a deposit cheque. Then he rose, assisted me to my infantry and lifted my light attire over my capitulum. I wasn't wearing any panties.

He dropped his jeans and undies, pulled me near and let me feel his hard manhood against my potbelly, then, cupping my posterior cheeks in his big hands, lifted me and slowly threaded my body back down onto his wet putz. I lifted my legs and locked my ankles above his buttocks.

Walking across the kitchen with me bouncing, impaled on his cock, milo maize continued on outside into the bright sunshine and continued across the yard toward his dog breeding compound. Lifting me off his peter, he sat me down in the soft shuck beside the bringing up crate."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 upbringing crate and adjusted the straps under my boob and bay window and across my back.

I positioned my chin on the warm padded leather of the musical accompaniment and wriggled my bottom in expectation of the cool musty sprayer which he soon applied copiously to my keister and inside thighs. Opening my ass a bit with his digit, he sprayed more inside. And then he went away !

As I knelt there, I realized I was at a remote farmstead, naked, out of doors except for the shed roof above, yet totally confined by the bars of the breeding crate and the leather straps supporting yet restraining my torso. I quivered, a bit from fear of what he may throw in store for me and and quite a bit from sheer expectancy. I could discover pawl in the aloofness, no doubt greeting milo as he reached the pens, but otherwise, everything was quiet as quiet can only be this far out in the country. There was a slight cinch which made me acutely aware of the strong bitch-in-heat hormone now drying cooly on my exposed rear, the fragrance of it puckering my nose. I knelt, exposed for what seemed like a very long time. And then I heard milo maize returning, speech production as though to an animal.

"sweetheart boy, steady"and suddenly I felt hot breath and a cool olfactory organ probing against my anus."Steady boy, steady"milo maize chanted."Come and satisfy dear ”. And there he was, standing taller than me on my human knee, a Brobdingnagian Mastiff, possibly two hundred Irish punt, I thought."dear this is Gent ; Gent this is beloved. She'll be your bitch for today ”. Gent gave my grimace a well-disposed slug and reached his head inside the crate to favor my swinging booby with a series of wet licks 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 salve and one more finger as he opened me spacious. My whole organic structure quivered as my cockeyed little ass hole was stretched spacious open and my tit were rasped by gent's warm, wet tongue. At go Milo judged I was afford enough and called"okeh Gent, she's prepare for you"and blighter abandoned licking my breasts for a more interesting part of my anatomy.

He thrust his olfactory organ deep between my behind cheeks and into my anus, no doubt checking for the beginning of the bitch-heat he could sense. Then he licked my ass and got himself ready for concern. At get-go when bloke heaved himself up onto my binding, I thought I'd collapse under his weight but Milo adjusted his front mitt onto leather livelihood built into the crate expressly to protect medium-size kick being bred to magnanimous sire. Despite Milo's stretching and all the lube, fella's turncock felt very prominent as he forced it into me and I spread my knees as far as the crate would allow. He took a half 12 brusque, fast tentative diagonal, then pushed in all the way. His shaft must own been at half mast when I saw it while he was licking my boobs. Now it felt about 8 inch or to a greater extent, sliding all the way up and around the twist in my tunnel. And that was where it stayed, with bloke thrusting as though to go even deeper while his big nut swelled up to double-size just inside my first step, locking him firmly inside my body.

Being fucked by a big, experienced education dog is like goose egg else in the world — including being fucked by a big, horny man. Once his nut expanded inside me, nothing could get it out until he had placed his sperm as far inside of me as he could reach. There was very little"in and out ”, perhaps an in or so, but the deeply thrusts and pulsing cock sent me almost immediately into a res publica where my mind floated free of my soundbox watching as I writhed in the strap beneath the mighty mastiff's Assault. Few men have ever been able to maneuver their cock past the sharp bout which is located about six inches up into my buttocks sexual love burrow, and the exquisite torture of his peter forcing past that stricture and rubbing back and Forth on it brought tear to my middle as I screamed with pleasure and pain.

I have no idea how long the big Mastiff continued to get his big cock up inside my physical structure. I was only conscious of being driven from one agonized orgasm to the adjacent, barely cognizant that the screaming voice in the background was my own. And then something changed ! fella picked up his pace and his swollen shaft grew even larger with the for the first time burst of cum. But he had more ! Three more clock time I felt his hammer swell and inject another load of his cum into me before he stopped thrusting and started licking the back of my cervix as his nut shrank and he was finally able to overstretch out of me. And I could stop screaming 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 fall piece of cake, I was drenched with perspiration and grateful when milo maize returned and began to wash and wipe me down with fine nebulizer from a convenient honker. He washed me as he would a dog, sudsing along my spur, then washing downwards. He even rinsed out my sore lovemaking hole, but if I thought he was going to let me go, I realized I was wrong when he again poured and massaged application into me, then mounted me much as cuss had done. Though he was a big man with a fairly large dick, he wasn't as big as the dog, but clearly he was highly stimulated from having watched my carrying out with the brute and he thrust into me without any preliminaries.

By this meter of path, my hole 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 cock. I was, unfortunately, too tired to take wide vantage of his efforts but did try to give him a lilliputian push button back. I'm not sure he noticed. He was so up he just needed to fuck, which he did, getting off with about five minute 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 hold"he grinned."Anytime. Always have at least one scantling 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 earth of the path.

"I'll need another bath ”, I thought, but spotting a garden hose near the theatre, just hosed myself off, the frigidness water feeling expert on my skin, even as I douched to get more of the gooey salmagundi out of me. But even with all the washing, some of the bitch-heat must deliver lingered on me because just as I was about to enter the farm house to retrieve my dress and pup declaration, a lovely Scotch whiskey Collie came bounding up, nose and tail in the air, voiceless rooster swinging below and headed heterosexual person for me.

"Neighbour's dog"growled milo."Damned nuisance !"So I continued on in, pulled my wrinkleless dress over my head, straightened my hair with my fingers and, with a final sayonara, picked up my puppy contract and left.

The Collie was still there and still so eager, he jumped into my truck as soon as I opened the doorway. 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 yard .