My public figure is Traci Holiday, and my lover's name is Bruno.

We moved recently into this lovely cottage, and now I primarily work from home. most days, I'm in my office with Leo IX in his corner or at my feet.

It was just Bruno and me now, two somebody completely tuned in to each other's needs and desires. Sexually, there was never any doubt when Bruno wanted me. If I were at my desk, he would part my thigh and draw close his head word between my legs ; if I were standing, he would push his nose between my thighs and set out sniffing or game me against the wall and start rubbing my lenient, sensitive pile with his nose.

Bruno was a big, usually playful, loving dog. Though he occasionally displayed human-like quality and expressions, he could be demanding and sometimes rasping with me as if forgetting that I was a human female. Always the alpha, Leo IX knew I was his, and my scent when he was near me on some primordial level always signaled my willingness and preparation to be with him. If I were involved in something else or on a telephone vociferation or whatever, it did not deter him from wanting to satisfy his pauperization. I remember once I was busy 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 kick, knotted me, and afterward left me alone on the bureau story, 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 human look that warned me my twat belonged to him whenever he wanted it. I know what you're probably thinking, that I'm projecting human timbre onto an creature. All I can say is, believe what you will, but"a Male is a manly regardless of species. A hard, emphatic alpha male demonstrates the Sami characteristics and tone, whether human or canine."

*****

After we moved out of the house I shared with Michael, Bruno had seemed to steady down and no longer followed me around, constantly watching me, making sure I didn't get too far away from him. When Michael began stopping by the bungalow, Giordano Bruno's sensitiveness 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 spoke and had even slept together a few times since I had broken up with him. He didn't come to the cottage often, but I remember the first time he visited, he put Bruno in the dorsum 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 hands and knee joint, lower my head, and raise my puss. When I was in situation, 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 Leo IX resisting and pulling away from him. Later that nighttime, When Michael was preparing to forget, without cerebration, I let Bruno of Toul 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 bear on Michael aside, I'm sure Bruno would have given him a more severe bite.

That nighttime after I had showered and was preparing to get into bed, Bruno of Toul came up behind me and pushed me down onto my articulatio genus next to the incline of the bed."Bruno ! stoppage, what are you doing ?"I turned to look at him and made to stand up when he began to snarl and show his teeth. Scared, I knew what he wanted and lowering myself back down onto my knees, bent-grass over the boundary of the bed. .. he was going to have it away me. It was during this"revenge"fuck that he did me in the ass for the first off time. He had tried to before, but I had always been capable to preclude it, but this fourth dimension nothing that I did could give up 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 show me whose bitch I was and who this pussy and ass belonged to.

I could feel him behind me, poking and prodding for entrance, 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 over with a huge German language Alan Shepard pound into my no longer vestal ass. I tried reaching back with my hand, trying to labor him off, and he gripped my neck opening in his Brobdingnagian mouth, clearly indicating he would stick out no electric resistance. I stopped struggling and submissively lowered my head to the bed and cried. I could experience Saint Bruno's warm fur against my back, his hard-muscled body thrusting against my ass boldness, his swollen, atrocious cock column inch by column inch working its way past my sphincter and recondite inside my nighttime, tight channel. After a while, the pain dulled, and a warm, tingling sentiency began to originate and spread. I could feel prickly sensations of pleasure move between my leg, up to my abdomen, and down the vertebral column of my thighs. I reached my fingers down and began to rub myself and insert my fingerbreadth into my pussycat, and just when I thought I couldn't stand anymore, my orgasm broke costless and washed through my torso in hard waves.

"Bruno. .. Oh my God, Bruno,"I mumbled as my anus involuntarily contracted around St. Bruno's cock, sending him into a frenzy, making him ass fuck me faster and harder. My ventilation was labored, and I felt lightheaded when he began pushing, pressing, trying to wedge his Calidris canutus inside me. The panic and fear gradually rose, and then a sharp nip on my berm when I tried to pull away from him. I was now hysterically crying as Bruno adjusted his footing, tightened his hold around my waist, and pushed his Calidris canutus inside me in a serial publication of hard thrusts.

The pain was excruciating, and I mercifully closed my centre as warm darkness 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 Calidris canutus, and I orgasmed again as I lay under him. As he continued to ejaculate into me, I was filled to overflowing and could finger the escaping cum leak out and drip down my thighs. I was tied to Bruno for almost 15 minutes before he was capable to pull himself innocent. I slumped onto the flooring next to the bed and curled into a fetal position, too tired and emotionally spent to prompt.

After cleaning himself, Giordano Bruno came over to me, where I still lay on the storey and began licking me. He rolled me over onto my backrest and licked away cum that had leaked between my legs. When I orgasmed again for the third clock time that night, I grabbed handful 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 naked, cum-covered body with a blanket, and as I fell into an exhausted slumber, Giordano Bruno climbed onto the bed next to me.

Michael didn't come by again after that.

*****

St. Bruno and I had been living in the cottage for almost three months. I was his and only his. Working from home made my lifespan flexible, and at least once a day, we would walk one of the deserted trail in the low hills behind the house, and sometimes we would quit at one of the scenic balance spots. 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 sheath without worrying about citizenry passing by. Despite trying to be thrifty, occasionally, he would pop out to sniff me in front man of other mass, which was embarrassing and exciting at the same time. In all honesty, at times like these, if I could own, I would have spread my wooden leg for him and let him have his way. As it usually worked out, though, we'd go straight family, and as soon as we were through the figurehead room access, I'd get on my knees and represent myself to him.

*****

For the most part, I was felicitous, but I still sometimes had opinion that something was wrong with what I was doing. I had read articles and even listened to podcasts where some masses said what I was doing with Saint Bruno was, of all things, animal revilement, cruelty to animals. Ridiculous. .. these people didn't know or understand what they were talking about, but it still made me question myself. When I felt in this mood, I'd looking at over at Bruno, and he would sit up, and I could literally see him getting hard for me. He would come over to me, licking my grimace 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 pleasure.

*****

Over the next few calendar week, I noticed that my breasts were becoming swollen and painfully tender to the touch. When I started feeling noisome 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 memory, trying to remember when this could have happened. It had been almost a calendar month and a half since the in conclusion time I had had sex with Michael. My mind screamed that it was Michael's baby. Still, my ticker in some debase way wanted it to be Bruno of Toul's seed growing inside me. Even though intellectually, I knew a dog could not impregnate a woman, and yet I couldn't seem to stir the irrational number, illogical, mad thinking.

I was so disconnected, I couldn't think clearly. I began to call up I was going sick, so crazy, I was afraid to see a Dr. for fear I might blurt out that I had been having sex with a dog, so I did nothing.

*****

Just Leo IX's nearness was comforting, and with the gestation hormones and phenomes, I was in a unremitting nation of stimulation, which naturally excited Bruno. My dead body was changing. My snatch lip were swollen and protruding, separated so that my clit was visibly engorged and prominent. Right away, Bruno sensed something was different and became more attentive, possessive, and sexually demanding. Whenever given the chance, Bruno loved having his snout between my legs, sniffing, and licking the copious, realize, awkward fluid that seemed to glint and cover my incision. He loved the smell and consistency of it and would drub and tongue me giving me orgasm after sexual climax until I became sore and pushed him away.

Bruno would tear my scanty away in his excitement, so I stopped wearing panties when I was at home. Without much monition other than his whining and aggressively sniffing me, he would put his paws on my cover and begin to hump me, and after a few attempts, he would encounter what he wanted and enter me. Bruno would hump and push up into me furiously, holding me possessively around the waist, going faster until with various hard, deep thrusts, I would feel the warmth of his cum as it drenched the rampart of my pregnant pussy.

The fact that I had begun to point, that my belly was becoming rounder and my teats full and punishing 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 conform his trunk so that he was comfortably in his preferred position. With me on my knee joint, my upper consistence on the bed, my taut belly hanging down, Saint Bruno would comfort his turncock into my dampness, warm 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"mellisonant spot,"he'd continue to have it off into me until he began shooting cum inside me, and then he would focus on getting his knot inside me. Sometimes he would become rough and maintain me tighter, desperate to get his knot in my pussycat. While weakly struggling with him, I would say,"Bruno, Oh Leo IX. .. stop. .. stop,"as he pushed his grayback against my twat lips until he was finally able to maneuver it inside me. He gradually stopped moving but held onto me, keeping me still as his knot kept pulsing and sending seminal fluid inside me.

It was almost like being with a man.

*****

As I grew bigger, I did eventually go to see Dr. Judith 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 complete health check. I was already into my fourth month, which coincided perfectly with the last prison term I had been with Michael. Dr. Jamison's interrogatory showed that everything was fine ; no abnormalcy in the child's body or lively fluids indicating any strange problems. The baby and I were in good health, and Dr. Jamison assured me it was okay to stay on what I was doing. keep on working if that's what I felt like doing, exercise a piddling every day, eat a good diet, and continue to be sexually participating if it were comfortable.

As I drove home, I thought about Bruno 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 time with him, the get-go knotting, and at that idea, I could feel my pussy begin to pleasantly ache and shakiness and the increasing dampness between my wooden leg. I needed to be with him and could hardly hold back to get home.

*****

I know it probably sounds like all we did was have sex, but it wasn't like that. Don't get me wrong, the sex was always phenomenal, but I did accept a life to pass, a job to do, and bills to pay. Like most masses, my day was taken up just going through the ritual of sustenance, but I had Bruno of Toul, unlike about people. For as hanker as I had known him, he had been friendly, strong, intelligent, and protective, sometimes seeming almost human. As the old cliché goes, Bruno gave me categorical 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 disbursal over an hour on the phone, arguing with Michael, the beginner of my baby.

"Yeah, right ! I think the more important interrogative is, whose infant is it ? Mine or 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 off place.

"You're silly, Michael, I said indignantly. .. of form this is your sister. I'm almost five calendar month gone, and it 's been five calendar month since we were together the stopping point 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 exact that babe, you dear guess again or produce some DNA proof."

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

I sank onto the sofa, softly crying when St. Bruno came and sat next to me. He looked up at me with those beautiful, sensitive Robert Brown eyes before lowering his head onto my lap. Working his intrude under the sloppy nightshirt I was wearing, he began licking at my belly and nipples.

Oh God, it felt so skilful. I started to moan and closed my oculus. Feeling the increasing moisture between my ramification, I spread them wider so that Bruno could feature easier access code. Moving his brain lower, he went straight to my clit ; I swear it felt like an galvanising sizzle going through me. Bruno brought me to orgasm several times before I stretched out on the couch with him succeeding to me and fell asleep.

*****

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

As I sat on the exam table during my scheduled checkup, I mentioned the issue of unceasing horniness to Dr. Jamison, who had looked at me and smiled, saying it was perfectly normal. Sex and resulting orgasms actually released hormones into my organic structure that gave me a feel of eudaemonia. Dr. Jamison also added that if my spouse and I were comfortable having sex, then, by all means, 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 partner if it is not what you want to do. You are the salutary justice of what is right and what feels good to you. .. empathize ?"

"Yes, Dr. Judith Jamison, thank you,"I replied, smiling inwardly to myself, wondering what the good Doctor of the Church would say if he knew my partner was a vast German Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr. who gave me the safe sex I had ever had.

*****

During that hold out calendar month or so of my pregnancy, time seemed to cringe as my manner of speaking date drew closer. One unexpected, brightly bit was when out of the blue air, Michael called.

"Hey, Traci. Thinking about you and knew it should be getting close to your time. Just wanted to check on you, see how you were doing."

"Michael, I'm. .. I'm surprised but well-chosen to get wind 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 intercourse I still wish about you and just wanted to differentiate you to let me know if you need anything,"he said.

I began to cry.

"Traci, Traci ? You alright ?"

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

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

It was unspoilt to cognize that I could look on Michael if I needed to, but it was more sweet to know that Bruno was here with me.

One good afternoon, feeling a little tired, I lay down on the sofa for a spry nap. I'm not sure how long I lay there but was awakened by the warm, crudeness of Bruno's tongue whacking across my swollen ultra-sensitive nipples, lapping up the drop curtain of milk that beaded at the steer. Bruno moved down between my legs wanting to bestride me, but I stopped him and instead reached under him and began to stroke his treasure. At my touch, his hammer slide out of its sheath and immediately began to grow big and harder, the burgundy red tip jerking, bobbing up and down, seeping dog cum. I eased his putz into my lip. I loved Bruno's peter and sucked his balls as he whined, whimpered, and tried to hump my mouth. After a few minute of my worshiping his cock, Bruno began to spew cum into my sassing and down my throat.

Later that evening, after watching a movie, 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 hips, and urged me down onto the trading floor. Licking my bosom and stomach, Bruno moved behind me, his hot, recollective tongue working itself inside me. He mounted me, gripping me under my arms, instinctively being careful of my rounded belly. Even though I was magnanimous because of the babe, Bruno was still large than me, and once he mounted me, it was unmanageable for me to locomote around too much under him. I was already sopping wet, and he easily slipped his fully erect cock inside me and immediately began fucking me. I could palpate him inside me, feel his cock rubbing against my womb, and finger the insistence and the pleasure of him claiming me.

As he stroked into me, I realized that as my pregnancy had progressed and my physical structure and behavior had changed, in a way, so had Bruno's. I don't recognize how to distinguish it, but it was as if Bruno, this with child, brawny, sexually alpha male, could sense my modality, and sometimes when he took me, it was with a deadening, assuage congress and not the phrenetic dog fucking that had been common former on.

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

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

Instead of Bruno knotting with me then, he pulled out still firmly 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 pussy. This metre I could feel his knot, stretching me, entering me. .. and then Bruno was inside me. He was cumming in emphatic spurt sending his cum deep inside my rectum with each contraction of his knot. It seemed as if we were tied for a retentive time, but when his knot had finally decreased in size, with a popping sound, he pulled free, releasing a flood of cum that poured out of me.

*****

A few 24-hour interval later, I woke during the Nox, not feeling quite rightfield. I gingerly got out of bed, walked cautiously to the bathroom, and then slipped back into bed. The adjacent time I awoke, I felt even worse, and as I started to walk across the elbow room, I suddenly felt a gush of liquid run down my legs and pool on the floor. It took a moment for it to register what was happening, and in that time, Bruno of Toul had jumped up and now stood beside me, looking worried.

"wellspring, Giordano Bruno, I think this is it."

Of all mass, my initiative impulse was to call Michael.

The telephone rang various sentence before he answered, and I knew I had awakened him.

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

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

"I'll be there as quick as I can, he said, now fully awake. Go and unlock the forepart threshold 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 guard for Saint Bruno, but Bruno only looked up at him and stepped aside, as if he sensed Michael was there to avail me.

Michael helped me get gear up, set aside solid food and water supply for Bruno, and bundled me into the car for the trip to the hospital.

*****

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

Not long after our movement, Michael got a female person for Giordano Bruno. Bruno was a bit standoffish at first but eventually got with her and produced a bedding of five beautiful puppies after a duo of months. I think Michael had hoped the female 's introduction would quarter Bruno's attention from me, but all it did was provide Bruno with two kitty to service and satisfy him, one human and one eye tooth.

As time went on, it seemed the hostility between Michael and St. Bruno lessened, and the three of us began an exciting and satisfying arranging. Michael and I explored each other's phantasy and voodoo and actually made some of them real number. I saw and learned about the sexual side of Michael that I never knew existed. I think the most surprising thing was discovering how very much Michael enjoyed watching Leo IX 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 same day and sometimes even the Same night.

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