beloved ON THE FARM

I was a trivial annoyed to receive a routine email from the topical anaesthetic agricultural club of which I'm a member and notice that the sender had failed to use the BCC feature so there was my personal email address openly broadcast to all 150 members. Darn ! So I wasn't really very storm when I received an electronic mail a few Clarence Day later from Milo, a granger and dog- stock breeder whom I knew slightly from ag. society meetings and such.

"I heard somewhere"he stated"that you are looking to incur a Labradoodle puppy. While I don't have any just now, I do birth a beautiful, tidy, 3 year old standard size poodle kick that I'd be prepared to have bred Lab for you. I also have a 2 year old Lab Male with skillful line line of credit. If you're interest, let me know and you can have beginning dibs on the litter."

I was very interest having wanted one of these intelligent and beautiful firedog for quite some time so I emailed right back expressing pursuit and asking how to proceed. He responded, suggesting I come over, see the prospective parents and if satisfied, leave a $ 50 deposit and contract an rescript for a puppy to be delivered within 6 month at a cost of $ 200.00. Now that's a very good price for a well-bred pup around here so a pair of hours later, I was pulling into milo maize's yard.

I parked my smart red F-150 in the yard beside his set up bootleg F-250 and looked around. The theatre and yard were kept up, lawns recently mowed, paint fresh and promising but no one seemed to be around and no farm dog came to recognise me. Thinking I heard a vocalism around the barn, I headed that way and soon discovered milo leaning on a fence and watching seven boastfully weenie playing in a two-acre fenced natural enclosure. He greeted me courteously and nodded toward the pawl."They all get a ninety minute run twice per day, but some are a short aggressive toward some others so they have to go out in three grouping. arrive on and I'll display you Duchess."

Duchess, it turned out, was a slightly larger than usual touchstone sizing poodle, all snowy with a regal armorial bearing. But she was clearly happy to see milo maize and me and showed as a levelheaded, happy, well-trained animal. Reluctantly leaving her pen, we walked through a series of lanes to another tumid enclosing where four shameful labs were lolling. They all came toward us at a run and I guessed correctly that the prominent, fastest of the group was"Dickens"proposed better half to Duchess. A beautiful, silklike black brute with the glad, somewhat over-exuberant personality of many Labs. milo maize reached and grabbed Dickens'pinch to guide him out of the pen into the fenced 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 invertebrate foot — all in about 30 mo it seemed."He's a level-headed one"milo observed. deuce, panting, nudged his scent under my skirt and licked my leg.

"Would you like to see the breeding adeptness ?"milo enquired. The readiness turned out to be a cool, fenced, high-roofed assailable building, fresh-smelling with a layer of unobjectionable straw for a floor. Centered, was an unfamiliar man of equipment, its purpose becoming apparent as we walked skinny to try it. Somewhat resembling an open crate made of painted tubular steel undefended at one end, it featured a all-inclusive leather catch and various leather straps, clearly intended to gently trammel a beef while she was bred. There was even a leather-padded rest for her 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 dead body heat through the thin cotton fiber dress I was wearing. All at once, his manus was on my ass and his strong arm was turning me towards him. I looked up enquiringly, and he kissed me full on the lips. Now, I hadn't really been expecting this and perhaps I should have been more timid. But, aim on obtaining a well-bred puppy at a very good price, I had just dived right in.

Certainly milo maize was not a bad-looking man in a rustic sorting of way. He was absolutely plumb and fresh-smelling. Even his breath and mouth felt freshly and unobjectionable, I reflected during the long, protracted kiss. There was no point in struggling or screaming. We were a couple of miles from the nearest neighbor and separated from the road by several hundred meters and multiple buildings. The only problem, I guessed, was that he was my elder by, perhaps 15 geezerhood or more.

Still, as the import dragged on, the move of his knife in my lip and his paw on my butt became downright arousing. After all, I'm no Virgin. I'm a mature full-blooded peeress with More than her fair contribution of lusts, desires and fancy. So, as milo maize's hand inched my bird up and he began to feel my sensitive spots, I felt the juice begin to flow. milo maize noticed my moist panties and became bolder, pulling me penny-pinching so I could feel his rising manhood through the fabric of our clothes.

When, at length, he released his suitcase on me, I dropped to my human knee in the soft straw and tugged off his cowboy boots. His jeans and underwear followed allowing his heavily-veined 7 in shaft to natural spring forward. Cupping his exceptionally large ball-sac in one hand and his cock in the former, I began running the tip of my tongue bout 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 over hand, I grasped his peter 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 bank deposit of pre-cum. But he'd had enough of my taking the lead.

Lifting me to my base, 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 doll and made my pantie disappear, spit on his hand and began to finger my hole in earnest. I know he had at least three of his big finger inside of me, thrusting and pushing deep, again and again until I began to gasp and cry in a edifice sexual climax."Maybe you need to suit my breeding bitch"I heard him say, but failed to recognize the import. With at least three of his fingerbreadth firmly planted in my indorse trap and his other hand firmly grasping the back of my neck opening, I mindlessly let him head me down and forward into the big fostering crate.

The hybrid straps were quickly and expertly secured across under my belly and across my spinal column. The bit distich of strap, quickly secured, went across just under my titty and over my back. The all-encompassing apprehension, clipped to a halo followed. The shoulder strap were not tight and didn't hurt. I could proceed side to side and, to an extent, forward and back. I just couldn't turn or escape. In fact, when milo maize reinserted his fingers into me, I kept thrusting back onto his hard hand and actually whimpered when he withdrew his fingers again.

When the first nose drops of leather struck the exposed physique of my spiritualist rear, I screamed. I couldn't believe he was actually whipping me with a belt ! But he did it again ! And again ! Each sentence on a slightly different blot but often hitting right on the soft skin around my pussy. When he stopped, my entire rear was burning. The aplomb lotion he then applied, served to reduce the burn slightly and he worked it thoroughly into my hollow but suddenly I felt insistency against my opening and I knew it was his big mushroom knob — and I knew that knob was going to plunge into my anus with the unstopability of an locomotive engine piston. And it did !

I screamed again. And heard dog-iron barking somewhere. But now milo maize's large dick was inside of me and, well-lubricated, I have to allow in, it felt just all right. He went after me methodically ; retard, then fast, approaching with a flop twist, then a left ; thrusting up against my back bone, then standing tall and thrusting down toward my belly. My pendulous breast which had long-since fallen out of the forepart of my low-cut sundress, swung in counterpoint to his poke as I braced myself against his Assault on my consistency trapped inside the breeding pen.

Despite my embarrassing locating, I orgasmed several sentence, waves of passion washables over me each time, and when I sensed Milo switching to the overdrive of his own warmth, I couldn't prevent my primitive person body from responding yet again and humping back against him within the confines of the crate. I felt the flush of his cum gush up into me and with a few last oink 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 relax. But then I sensed him fussing with something behind me and felt a sudden cold sensation on my bed and thigh and heard the audio of a spray can. I smelt an unfamiliar, but strangely musky olfactory sensation and heard milo maize give a myopic, crisp whistle."OK, devil"he chuckled."It's your turn. Do your thing."

I immediately felt the Lab's inhuman olfactory organ on my swollen pussy and then paws up on my tail and back, and the unmistakable feel of his slender rooster thrusting enthusiastically into my hole, responding to the brawny breeding bitch-hormones Milo had sprayed all over my ass."Milo"I shouted"let me out of here ”. But he just laughed and came around to the straw man of the crate where he could slap my face a few sentence with his now-flaccid turncock. Meanwhile devil was picking up velocity and I recalled, with much trepidation, reading that once a big dog is inside a bitch, his cock inflates a large ball at the base to keep him in place until he's all finished placing his sperm. Indeed, from the atmospheric pressure inside of me, there was no doubt that was what Charles Dickens had done.

I was furious with Milo with the stunt he had pulled on me and was mentally planning the revenges I would play upon him, when I realized with even more embarrassment, that my primitive body was responding very positively to Dickens'enthusiastic efforts. The tide rolled in, the pyrotechnic short-circuit my brain and my pubic region quivered with passion and delight. Even after climaxing multiple times, I was vaguely disappointed when Dickens completed his labor and wandered off after a pro forma lick or two of my pussy. I just hung there on the strap, spent.

"wellspring, that was certainly something to watch."milo maize was all chuckles and joviality as he unbuckled my strap, removed the collar and helped me to my animal foot. I was trembling and inarticulate and sucked greedily at the water feeding bottle he put into my workforce."I could see you were having a right unspoilt time there and will want to relive it all."And he held up his cell phone to show me the vivid moving-picture show of a woman, clearly me, in the throes of passion as a big, black Labrador, spit lolling, enthusiastically, service her within a professional person bitch-breeding crate."This is just my amateur moving-picture show, but I had the professional fosterage cameras rolling also, so here's a copy of those films as well from three different angles."And he thrust a scoot driving force into my hired hand as he escorted me to my truck, still standing there in the yard in the attenuation sunlight.

I drove base in a bit of a fog, warmed up some supper, showered, washed my pilus and collapsed on my bed in a deep sleep for nearly 10 hours. In the sunrise I awoke totally refreshed and frisky, vaguely mindful of lingering barbaric dreaming. Finished morning tasks, I inserted the flash drive into my big-screen smart tv — and there I was in brilliant color ! speculative, there was no denying the ecstatic pleasure reflected on my grimace and in my animalistic trunk spoken communication. Intending indignation, I could only question at the exquisite pleasure that came vividly to mind as I watched the first 20 minutes of film showing Dickens and me locked in bazaar intercourse — and realized I was masturbating myself as I relived the experience.

I fussed and fumed around the menage, went away and washed the hand truck, came in and had another rain shower and finally bowing to the inevitable — sat at my desk and emailed milo maize :"Hey, we didn't finish the details for my Labradoodle puppy."

He was right back at me."You're right. total on over if you like and we'll cease up the contract."It took about 20 minutes, road dust boiling up behind my saucily washed John 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 standard puppy order material body and waited patiently as I read, signed it and wrote him a sediment bank check. Then he rose, assisted me to my feet and lifted my dismount apparel over my point. I wasn't wearing any panties.

He dropped his dungaree and undies, pulled me close and let me find his hard manhood against my tum, then, cupping my behind cheeks in his big hands, lifted me and slowly threaded my body back down onto his wet rooster. I lifted my legs and locked my ankles above his buttocks.

walking across the kitchen with me bouncing, impaled on his cock, milo continued on exterior into the bright cheerfulness and continued across the yard toward his dog breeding chemical compound. Lifting me off his pecker, he sat me down in the sonant shuck 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 prepare assent as he positioned me in the breeding crate and adjusted the shoulder strap under my boob and bay window and across my back.

I positioned my Chin on the warm padded leather of the bread and butter and wriggled my cigarette in anticipation of the cool down musty nebulizer which he soon applied copiously to my backside and interior thighs. Opening my ass a bit with his finger's breadth, he sprayed more inside. And then he went away !

As I knelt there, I realized I was at a outside farmstead, naked, out of room access except for the shed cap above, yet totally confined by the bars of the education crateful and the leather straps supporting yet restraining my body. I quivered, a bit from care of what he may have in store for me and and quite a bit from sheer anticipation. I could pick up blackguard in the distance, no dubiety greeting Milo as he reached the pens, but otherwise, everything was quiet as placid can only be this far out in the country. There was a slight breeze which made me acutely mindful of the powerful bitch-in-heat endocrine now drying cooly on my exposed rear, the scent of it puckering my nose. I knelt, exposed for what seemed like a very longsighted time. And then I heard milo returning, speaking as though to an animal.

"truelove boy, steady"and suddenly I felt hot breathing space and a sang-froid scent probing against my anus."Steady boy, steady"milo chanted."Come and meet Honey ”. And there he was, standing taller than me on my knees, a Brobdingnagian Mastiff, possibly two hundred pounds, I thought."beloved this is Gent ; Gent this is Honey. She'll be your bitch for today ”. fella gave my boldness a favorable clout and reached his forefront inside the crate to favor my swinging bosom with a series of wet licks as well.

Meanwhile Milo was busy behind me. He first slathered my ass with a slippery unguent and worked it into me with his finger. One, two, three, more than ointment and one more digit as he opened me wide. My whole body quivered as my tight trivial ass hole was stretched wide open and my chest were rasped by blighter's warm, wet tongue. At last-place Milo judged I was assailable enough and called"okey feller, she's make for you"and Gent abandoned licking my breasts for a more worry piece of my anatomy.

He thrust his pry trench between my goat face and into my anus, no dubiousness checking for the root of the bitch-heat he could smell. Then he licked my ass and got himself gear up for business concern. At outset when Gent heaved himself up onto my rachis, I thought I'd flop under his weight but milo maize adjusted his front end paws onto leather supports built into the crate expressly to protect moderate-sized cunt being bred to tumid sires. Despite Milo's stretching and all the lube, Gent's stopcock felt very declamatory as he forced it into me and I spread my knees as far as the crate would grant. He took a half dozen short-change, fast tentative strokes, then pushed in all the way. His cock must have been at half mast when I saw it while he was licking my breast. Now it felt about 8 inches or more, sliding all the way up and around the bending in my tunnel. And that was where it stayed, with Gent thrusting as though to go even deeper while his big nut swelled up to double-size just inside my porta, locking him firmly inside my body.

Being fucked by a big, experienced training dog is like nothing else in the cosmos — including being fucked by a big, aroused 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 inch or so, but the deep push and pulsing peter sent me almost immediately into a nation where my thinker floated costless of my physical structure watching as I writhed in the straps beneath the mighty mastiff's assault. Few men have ever been able to channelise their peter past the needlelike turn which is located about six inch up into my rear love life tunnel, and the exquisite torture of his stopcock forcing past that stricture and rubbing back and Forth on it brought tears to my eyes as I screamed with pleasure and pain.

I have no thought how long the big Mastiff continued to labor his big rooster up inside my organic structure. I was only conscious of being driven from one agonized orgasm to the next, barely aware that the scream voice in the backdrop was my own. And then something changed ! feller picked up his pace and his swollen cock grew even larger with the initiative fit of come. But he had more ! Three more than sentence I felt his cock dude and inject another load of his cum into me before he stopped thrusting and started licking the cover of my neck as his nut shrank and he was finally able-bodied to pull out of me. And I could barricade 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 light gloam breeze, I was drenched with perspiration and grateful when Milo returned and began to wash and wipe me down with fine sprayer from a convenient nozzle. He washed me as he would a dog, sudsing along my spikelet, then washing downwards. He even rinsed out my sore love gob, but if I thought he was going to let me go, I realized I was wrong when he again poured and massaged lotion into me, then mounted me much as Gent had done. Though he was a big man with a fairly large stopcock, he wasn't as big as the dog, but clearly he was highly stimulated from having watched my performance with the beast and he thrust into me without any preliminaries.

By this time of course, my hole was gaping so his peremptory incoming caused me no uncomfortableness and the generous application of an aloe lotion soothed the tenderness as he distributed it deeply with his veined cock. I was, unfortunately, too fatigue to take full advantage of his endeavour but did try to have him a picayune push back. I'm not sure he noticed. He was so up he just needed to fuck, which he did, getting off with about five minutes of vigorous humping.

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

"Glad to bind"he grinned."Anytime. Always have at least one stud needing an outing."And we started back toward the farmhouse. Naked, I felt run of cum — man and dog — streaming down my leg. I stopped and looked down to see it puddling around my ankles before it slowly seeped into the hard-packed worldly concern of the path.

"I'll need another bathing tub ”, I thought, but spotting a garden hosepipe near the house, just hosed myself off, the cold piss feeling ripe on my cutis, even as I douched to get more than of the gooey mixture out of me. But even with all the washing, some of the bitch-heat must have lingered on me because just as I was about to enrol the farm firm to recollect my attire and puppy contract, a lovely Scotch Collie came bounding up, nose and tail in the air, hard cock swinging below and headed straight 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 good-by, 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 threshold. 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 .