This is a Semi-true story. I have changed the names and changed where and when it happened everything else is true. This is my number 1 story, it was fairly simple to write 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 person. I have grim fuzz and eyes that variety colouring based on my moods. I have been our dog 's bitch for many geezerhood now. My wife Sara, has been very supportive. She is not into sex with the dog at all. However, she has helped and watched me innumerable times with our dog King Oliver. Oliver is a gold Retriever he is about eighty pounds, he has the most beautiful coating. 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. Oliver is your distinctive horny dog, he wants sex several times a day. near days he gets what he wants. Let me draw a typical day at our house. My wife gets up to go to go around 5 am. She lets Oliver out, then takes her morning shower. I get up most days while she is showering ( I am retired due to medical examination government issue so I do n't mould ). I put on a robe and let King Oliver in, I check his solid food and water. My wife gets dressed and farewell for employment. I go into the bedroom to start my morning. Most days Oliver takes this as his queue.

He comes in and delay for my robe to add up off. There are small shekels on my incline from his claws. I do n't mind them, I call them love bread. Sara looks at them every night to see if there are new ones. He then jumps up and push button on my dorsum. I know that command. I get down on my hands and knee joint. I have learned over meter to have my finger and wet it with my own saliva and fall in myself a little finger shag for lubrication. Oliver starts to prance around a little because he knows that means I am cook. I glance over and can see that eight-inch long red cock hanging out of its sheath. I want so badly to breastfeed on it. But Oliver does n't really like that. He is more of lets fuck, I need to cum type dog. He walks behind me, and I can feel him breathing on my thigh and ass. He raises up on to my back and his hand grab at my English. I can feel his pincer dig a footling. I have learned to like this little bit of pain. Its worth it for his love. His fur is so voiced and so warm. I can palpate his chest move as he starts to pant a bit. His mouth is just over the book binding of my cervix, and the heat of his breather gives me gooseflesh. I can feel him as he starts to dig his tool on my ass and I can feel some of the sticky wetness of his pre-cum. It takes a moment or two as he finds his Mark.

Once Joseph Oliver has found my motherfucker. He pushes in as hard and abstruse as he can. Even now after several years of it, I still get my breath caught for a moment at the touch of being penetrated so suddenly. The flavour of his eight-inch cock ramming into me causes me to close my centre and my genius just focuses on the pleasure. Oliver starts to hurtle in and out of me as fast as he can. It feels like a toilsome smooth rod and it expands as he goes. I push back against him without even thinking about it. All I can think of rightfulness now is I want to please him as much as I can. I want to make him cum, I want to feel him force out his come into me.

As Oliver nears his press release he starts to drool on the cover of my neck. He has always done this. I can feel his center on my back, his breath on my neck opening so hot and so strong. The knot has started to drive against my ass. This used to hurt but I have gotten so used to it that I can live with him easy now. He pushes his knot into me and I can finger it expand inside of me. I know he is almost there. My learning ability shrieking at me every time as I have my own orgasm without touching myself. Oliver gives his grow as he does every time. Then I feel his prick starting 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 congius ! I know its lupus erythematosus but when it 's being shot up your ass it feels huge ! I love every here and now of it.

When he is done he turns away and we have to wait for his gnarl to go down. I can still feel him in there all that time. The story is already wet from where I have cum and as Joseph Oliver exits me with a wet sounding plop. I can sense his sperm run down my leg. I love the look and on weekends when Sara is in the climate she will have me result it there because she knows I love the feeling. Being alone, however, cup my helping hand over my ass and get up and into the shower. I get dressed and get on with the day.

At Nox when Sara gets home, I will cook dinner, we watch some TV or surf Facebook. Then we head to bed. We both get strip. This gets Oliver started all over again. Sara will generally watch, sometimes she will lay at the edge of the bed and fingerbreadth her self-inches from my face. Oliver has made it clear in the past that you do n't mess with his kick while fucking so, I have to wait for sex with her until after he is done. While Sara has never cared to receive sex with Joseph Oliver for pleasure herself she does get off watch him fuck me. After he is done with me she likes to stick her fingerbreadth in my ass to keep it opened as long as she can. Then she will need her fingers drenched in dog cum and put up them to me. I lick her finger off and relish in the salty flavor of it. Most nights this leads to some great sex. For age I have wanted to suck Oliver 's tool, but as I said he does n't like it. Sara, helped me one time to get a utter broad of dog cum. But that 's something for later on down the road .