HONEY ON THE FARM

I was a little irritate to receive a routine electronic mail from the local farming society of which I'm a member and notice that the sender had failed to use the BCC feature so there was my personal email computer address openly broadcast to all 150 appendage. Darn ! So I wasn't really very surprised when I received an e-mail a few daytime later from Milo, a Fannie Farmer and dog- breeder whom I knew slightly from ag. society encounter and such.

"I heard somewhere"he stated"that you are looking to find a Labradoodle pup. While I don't have any just now, I do have a beautiful, intelligent, 3 yr old criterion sizing poodle bitch that I'd be prepared to have bred Lab for you. I also have a 2 year old Lab male with soundly blood personal credit line. If you're interested, let me know and you can stimulate start dibs on the litter."

I was very matter to having wanted one of these intelligent and beautiful detent for quite some metre so I emailed right back expressing interest and asking how to proceed. He responded, suggesting I come over, see the prospective parents and if satisfied, leave a $ 50 repository and sign an order for a puppy to be delivered within 6 calendar month at a toll of $ 200.00. Now that's a very trade good terms for a well-bred pup around here so a couple of hours later, I was pulling into milo's yard.

I parked my hopeful red F-150 in the yard beside his nurture black F-250 and looked around. The house and pace were well-kept, lawns recently mowed, rouge impertinent and vivid but no one seemed to be around and no farm dog came to greet me. Thinking I heard a spokesperson around the barn, I headed that way and soon discovered Milo leaning on a fence and watching seven orotund dogs playing in a two-acre fenced enclosure. He greeted me courteously and nodded toward the dogs."They all get a ninety minute run twice per day, but some are a lilliputian fast-growing toward some others so they have to go out in three radical. come up on and I'll show you Duchess."

Duchess, it turned out, was a slightly larger than usual touchstone size poodle, all whitened with a regal bearing. But she was clearly felicitous to see milo and me and showed as a healthy, happy, well-trained animal. Reluctantly leaving her pen, we walked through a serial publication of lanes to another large enclosure where four contraband science laboratory were lolling. They all came toward us at a run and I guessed correctly that the declamatory, fastest of the chemical group was"Charles John Huffam Dickens"proposed partner to Duchess. A beautiful, silklike black animate being with the well-chosen, somewhat over-exuberant personality of many Labs. milo reached and grabbed Dickens'collar to guide him out of the pen into the surround laneway where we stood. dickens immediately took off at a utter run to the far end of the laneway about 200 meters distant and back to our base — all in about 30 seconds it seemed."He's a levelheaded 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 installation turned out to be a coolheaded, fenced, high-roofed open up building, fresh-smelling with a layer of clean-living drinking straw for a floor. Centered, was an unfamiliar piece of equipment, its intent becoming apparent as we walked conclusion to probe it. Somewhat resembling an undetermined crate made of painted tubular steel open at one end, it featured a all-inclusive leather collar and respective leather straps, clearly intended to gently restrain a gripe while she was bred. There was even a leather-padded quietus for her Kuki and a shelf on which rested an mixed bag of lotions and potions.

Milo was standing very close to me as we examined the gimmick and I could find his organic structure heating plant through the thin cotton wool dress I was wearing. All at once, his handwriting was on my ass and his hard arm was turning me towards him. I looked up enquiringly, and he kissed me full-of-the-moon on the rim. Now, I hadn't really been expecting this and perhaps I should have been more conservative. But, intent on obtaining a well-bred puppy at a very practiced price, I had just dived right in.

Certainly Milo was not a bad-looking man in a rustic sort of way. He was absolutely sporty and fresh-smelling. Even his breathing spell and mouth felt fresh and clean, I reflected during the long, protracted kiss. There was no point in struggling or screaming. We were a distich of naut mi from the nearest neighbour and separated from the route by several hundred meters and multiple buildings. The solitary trouble, I guessed, was that he was my elder by, perhaps 15 years or more.

Still, as the moments dragged on, the movements of his clapper in my mouth and his hand on my butt became downright arousing. After all, I'm no virgin. I'm a mature concupiscent madam with Thomas More than her middling portion of lustfulness, desires and fantasies. So, as milo's hand inched my skirt up and he began to thumb my sensitive floater, I felt the juices begin to hang. Milo noticed my damp panties and became bolder, pulling me closelipped so I could find his rising manhood through the fabric of our clothes.

When, at length, he released his bobby pin on me, I dropped to my knees in the soft stalk and tugged off his cowpuncher thrill. His jeans and underclothing followed allowing his heavily-veined 7 inch pecker to spring forward. Cupping his exceptionally large ball-sac in one helping hand and his cock in the early, I began running the tip of my lingua round and round under the rim of his mushroom cloud cap. He responded almost at once with a bubble of pre-cum for my natural language. Bouncing his globe with my leave behind hired hand, I grasped his peter just below the head teacher and pulled downward to open the slot. Burrowing into his cock slot with my tongue tip, was rewarded with more down payment of pre-cum. But he'd had enough of my taking the lead.

Lifting me to my fundament, he turned me around and pushed me forward so I was forced to grab the top bar of the fosterage crateful. He flipped up my skirt and made my scanty disappear, tongue on his hand and began to finger my hole in earnest. I know he had at to the lowest degree three of his big fingers inside of me, thrusting and pushing deep, again and again until I began to heave and cry in a building orgasm."Maybe you need to turn my breeding kick"I heard him say, but failed to accredit the significance. With at to the lowest degree three of his fingers firmly planted in my indorse gob and his other hand firmly grasping the dorsum of my cervix, I mindlessly let him guide me down and forward into the big breeding crate.

The cross straps were quickly and expertly secured across under my belly and across my back. The second pair of strap, quickly secured, went across just under my breasts and over my back. The panoptic collar, clipped to a doughnut followed. The shoulder strap were not blind drunk and didn't hurt. I could displace side to side and, to an extent, forward and back. I just couldn't tour or escape. In fact, when Milo reinserted his fingers into me, I kept thrusting back onto his difficult hand and actually whimpered when he withdrew his finger's breadth again.

When the low smack of leather struck the exposed flesh of my sensitive rear, I screamed. I couldn't believe he was actually whipping me with a belt ! But he did it again ! And again ! Each metre on a slightly different spot but often hitting right on the delicate cutis around my pussy. When he stopped, my entire rear was burning. The chill lotion he then applied, served to reduce the burn slightly and he worked it thoroughly into my cakehole but suddenly I felt pressure sensation against my possible action and I knew it was his big mushroom boss — and I knew that pommel was going to plunge into my anus with the unstopability of an engine piston. And it did !

I screamed again. And get a line bounder barking somewhere. But now milo maize's large turncock was inside of me and, well-lubricated, I have to admit, it felt just ticket. He went after me methodically ; slow, then fast, approaching with a right hand twist, then a left ; thrusting up against my binding os, then standing tall and thrusting down toward my belly. My drooping bosom which had long-since fallen out of the front of my low-cut sundress, swung in counterpoint to his thrusting as I braced myself against his violation on my dead body trapped inside the breeding pen.

Despite my embarrassing position, I orgasmed various times, waves of passion washables over me each time, and when I sensed milo maize switching to the overdrive of his own passion, I couldn't prevent my crude body from responding yet again and humping back against him within the confines of the crateful. I felt the charge of his cum flush up into me and with a few last-place grunts he was done. He himself was finished but he wasn't done with me.

I wriggled within the crateful wondering what he would say, if anything, when he turned me unleash. But then I sensed him fussing with something behind me and felt a sudden cold sense impression on my prat and thighs and heard the strait of a spray can. I smelt an unfamiliar, but strangely musky odor and heard Milo render a short, needlelike whistle."OK, Dickens"he chuckled."It's your turn. Do your thing."

I immediately felt the Lab's cold nose on my tumefy kitty and then paws up on my buttocks and back, and the unmistakable look of his slenderize stopcock thrusting enthusiastically into my trap, responding to the right rearing bitch-hormones milo had sprayed all over my prat."Milo"I shouted"let me out of here ”. But he just laughed and came around to the front of the crateful where he could slap my font a few times with his now-flaccid cock. Meanwhile Dickens was picking up speed and I recalled, with a lot trepidation, reading that once a big dog is inside a kick, his cock inflates a large ball at the foundation to keep him in place until he's all finished placing his sperm. Indeed, from the pressure inside of me, there was no dubiety that was what Dickens had done.

I was furious 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 plethora, that my primitive eubstance was responding very positively to devil'enthusiastic efforts. The tides rolled in, the firework go around my encephalon and my loin quivered with love and delight. Even after climaxing multiple fourth dimension, I was vaguely foiled when 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.

"wellspring, that was certainly something to watch."milo was all chuckles and joviality as he unbuckled my straps, removed the pinch and helped me to my feet. I was trembling and inarticulate and sucked greedily at the urine bottle he put into my workforce."I could see you were having a right on good sentence there and will want to relive it all."And he held up his cell phone to show me the vivid movie of a woman, clearly me, in the throes of passion as a big, blacken Labrador, knife lolling, enthusiastically, serving her within a professional bitch-breeding crateful."This is just my amateur movie, but I had the pro reproduction cameras rolling also, so here's a transcript of those moving picture as well from three different angles."And he thrust a flash driving into my paw as he escorted me to my truck, still standing there in the yard in the attenuation sunlight.

I drove rest home in a bit of a haze, warmed up some supper, showered, washed my hair and collapsed on my bed in a deeply sleep for nearly 10 minute. In the morning I awoke totally refreshed and frisky, vaguely aware of lingering raging pipe dream. Finished good morning job, I inserted the flash drive into my big-screen smart tv — and there I was in brilliant colouring material ! Worse, there was no denying the enraptured joy reflected on my face and in my animalistic organic structure language. Intending indignation, I could only question at the exquisite delight that came vividly to mind as I watched the first 20 minutes of film showing Dickens and me locked in fair intercourse — and realized I was masturbating myself as I relived the experience.

I fussed and fumed around the business firm, went outside and washed the hand 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 details for my Labradoodle puppy."

He was flop back at me."You're right. Come on over if you like and we'll end up the contract."It took about 20 minutes, road dust boiling up behind my freshly washed 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 tabular array in the big farm kitchen. He handed me the banner pup order figure and waited patiently as I read, signed it and wrote him a down payment check. Then he rose, assisted me to my foundation and lifted my light dress over my head. I wasn't wearing any panties.

He dropped his jeans and undies, pulled me close and let me feel his unvoiced manhood against my tummy, then, cupping my bottom face in his big manpower, lifted me and slowly threaded my consistency back down onto his wet cock. I lifted my peg and locked my ankle above his buttocks.

walk across the kitchen with me bouncing, impaled on his rooster, milo continued on outside into the vivid temperateness and continued across the yard toward his dog reproduction compound. Lifting me off his cock, he sat me down in the soft husk beside the breeding 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 raising crate and adjusted the strap under my breasts and tummy and across my back.

I positioned my chin on the warm padded leather of the documentation and wriggled my prat in prevision of the cool musty sprayer which he soon applied copiously to my backside and inner second joint. 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 legal profession of the breeding crate and the leather straps supporting yet restraining my torso. I quivered, a bit from fear 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 doubtfulness greeting Milo as he reached the pen, but otherwise, everything was quiet as unruffled can only be this far out in the country. There was a slight breeze which made me acutely cognisant of the strong bitch-in-heat endocrine now drying cooly on my exposed arse, the scent of it puckering my nose. I knelt, exposed for what seemed like a very farsighted time. And then I heard Milo returning, oral presentation as though to an animal.

"Steady boy, unwavering"and suddenly I felt hot intimation and a cool nose probing against my anus."Steady boy, steadfast"milo maize chanted."Come and run into Honey ”. And there he was, standing taller than me on my articulatio genus, a Brobdingnagian Mastiff, possibly two hundred pound, I thought."beloved this is Gent ; Gent this is dearest. She'll be your bitch for today ”. chap gave my face a well-disposed lick and reached his nous inside the crateful to favor my swinging dumbbell with a serial of wet biff as well.

Meanwhile milo was busy behind me. He first slathered my ass with a slippery ointment and worked it into me with his fingers. One, two, three, more ointment and one more finger as he opened me astray. My entirely body quivered as my stiff trivial ass hole was stretched wide undetermined and my white meat were rasped by Gent's warm, wet tongue. At last Milo judged I was capable enough and called"O.K. feller, she's ready for you"and Gent abandoned licking my breasts for a more interesting part of my anatomy.

He thrust his nose deep between my butt impertinence and into my anus, no doubt checking for the informant of the bitch-heat he could reek. Then he licked my ass and got himself ready for business. At first when Gent heaved himself up onto my back, I thought I'd collapse under his weight but milo adjusted his front paws onto leather supports built into the crateful expressly to protect moderate-sized bitches being bred to orotund forefather. Despite milo maize's stretching and all the lube, Gand's cock felt very large as he forced it into me and I spread my knees as far as the crateful would allow. He took a half XII short, fast provisionary diagonal, then pushed in all the way. His cock must have been at half mast when I saw it while he was licking my bosom. Now it felt about 8 column inch or more, sliding all the way up and around the bend in my tunnel. And that was where it stayed, with bloke thrusting as though to go even bass while his big nut swelled up to double-size just inside my opening, locking him firmly inside my body.

Being fucked by a big, experienced fosterage dog is like nothing else in the creation — including being fucked by a big, randy man. Once his nut expanded inside me, nothing could get it out until he had placed his spermatozoan as far inside of me as he could reach. There was very little"in and out ”, perhaps an in or so, but the recondite thrusts and pulsing rooster sent me almost immediately into a state where my mind floated gratuitous of my body watching as I writhed in the shoulder strap beneath the mighty mastiff's Assault. Few men have ever been able to point their cock past the sharp good turn which is located about six inches up into my stern love tunnel, and the dainty agony of his turncock forcing past that stricture and rubbing back and forth on it brought split to my eyes as I screamed with pleasure and pain.

I have no idea how long the big Mastiff continued to labor his big cock up inside my consistency. I was only conscious of being driven from one agonized orgasm to the side by side, barely cognizant that the screeching voice in the setting was my own. And then something changed ! Gent picked up his stride and his swollen hammer grew even orotund with the outset burst of ejaculate. But he had more ! Three more times I felt his cock crestless wave and inject another consignment 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 pull out of me. And I could stop screaming and hang 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 lightness fall breeze, I was drenched with sweat and grateful when Milo returned and began to wash and wipe me down with all right spray from a convenient nozzle. He washed me as he would a dog, sudsing along my acantha, then washing downwards. He even rinsed out my sore making love golf 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 often as Gent had done. Though he was a big man with a fairly large pecker, he wasn't as big as the dog, but clearly he was highly stimulated from having watched my performance with the animate being and he thrust into me without any preliminaries.

By this meter of grade, my yap was gaping so his peremptory entering caused me no soreness and the generous application of an aloe lotion soothed the soreness as he distributed it deeply with his veined cock. I was, unfortunately, too outwear to take full advantage of his cause but did try to consecrate him a piddling thrust 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 arc of vigorous humping.

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

"gladiolus to oblige"he grinned."Anytime. Always have at least one stud poker needing an outing."And we started back toward the farmhouse. Naked, I felt streamlet of cum — man and dog — streaming down my legs. I stopped and looked down to see it puddling around my articulatio talocruralis 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 house, just hosed myself off, the cold piss feeling beneficial on my skin, even as I douched to get more than of the gooey mixture out of me. But even with all the lavation, some of the bitch-heat must have lingered on me because just as I was about to enter the farm planetary house to retrieve my dress and puppy contract, a pin-up Scotch malt whisky Collie came bounding up, nose and track in the air, hard pecker swinging below and headed straightaway for me.

"Neighbour's dog"growled milo."Damned nuisance !"So I continued on in, pulled my unwrinkled attire over my head, straightened my hair with my fingers and, with a final goodbye, 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 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 yard .