This is a Semi-true chronicle. I have changed the names and changed where and when it happened everything else is dependable. This is my number 1 report, it was fairly childlike to publish as I live it each day. I hope you like it. Feedback is welcome !

My epithet is Stormy, I am a 34-year-old Male. I have dark tomentum and center that change color based on my climate. I have been our dog 's bitch for many years 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 infinite multiplication with our dog King Oliver. Joseph Oliver is a Golden Retriever he is about fourscore pounds, he has the most beautiful coating. It 's so mild and warm when he is on you or snuggled against you.

Joseph Oliver was trained from about six calendar month on to have sex with me. As long as we are in the chamber, all he has to do is thrust at me with his paw and I know what he wants. Oliver is your typical horny dog, he wants sex respective times a day. to the highest degree days he gets what he wants. Let me account a typical day at our house. My wife gets up to go to work around 5 am. She lets Oliver out, then takes her first light shower. I get up nigh Day while she is showering ( I am retired due to medical issues so I do n't turn ). I put on a robe and let Oliver in, I check his food and water. My married woman gets dressed and leave of absence for oeuvre. I go into the bedroom to start my break of the day. about days Oliver takes this as his queue.

He comes in and waits for my robe to come off. There are small scratch line on my incline from his claws. I do n't mind them, I call them love lucre. Sara looks at them every night to see if there are new ones. He then jumps up and get-up-and-go on my back. I know that command. I get down on my hands and knees. I have learned over time to necessitate my finger and wet it with my own saliva and pass on myself a little digit screwing for lubrication. Oliver starts to prance around a little because he knows that means I am ready. I glance over and can see that eight-inch long red rooster hanging out of its sheath. I want so badly to suck on it. But Oliver does n't really like that. He is more of Lashkar-e-Taiba fuck, I need to cum type dog. He walks behind me, and I can sense him breathing on my second joint and ass. He raises up on to my back and his paws grab at my English. I can feel his pincer dig a little. I have learned to like this little bit of pain. Its worth it for his dearest. His fur is so balmy and so warm. I can palpate his dresser move as he starts to pant a bit. His lip is just over the book binding of my neck opening, and the heating plant of his hint gives me goosebumps. I can finger him as he starts to egg on his rooster 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 whoreson. He pushes in as surd and deep as he can. Even now after respective years of it, I still get my intimation caught for a moment at the feeling of being penetrated so suddenly. The feel of his eight-inch cock ramming into me causes me to close my eyes and my brain just focuses on the pleasure. Oliver starts to squeeze in and out of me as fast as he can. It feels like a hard smooth rod and it expands as he goes. I push back against him without even thinking about it. All I can mean of right now is I want to please him as much as I can. I want to make him cum, I want to palpate him squirt his germ into me.

As Joseph Oliver nears his passing he starts to drool on the back of my cervix. He has always done this. I can experience his heart on my back, his breathing spell on my neck so hot and so stiff. The knot has started to promote against my ass. This used to hurt but I have gotten so utilise to it that I can live with him easy now. He pushes his grayback into me and I can experience it expand inside of me. I know he is almost there. My mastermind scream 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 commencement to pulse in me. I can feel 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 gallon ! I know its lupus erythematosus but when it 's being shot up your ass it feels Brobdingnagian ! I love every moment of it.

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

At night when Sara gets nursing home, I will ready dinner, we watch some TV or surf Facebook. Then we head to bed. We both get undressed. This gets Oliver started all over again. Sara will generally watch, sometimes she will lay at the border of the bed and finger her self-inches from my grimace. Oliver has made it clear in the past tense that you do n't mess with his bitch while fucking so, I have to waitress for sex with her until after he is done. While Sara has never cared to have sex with Oliver for joy herself she does get off watch him fuck me. After he is done with me she likes to stay put her fingerbreadth in my ass to keep it heart-to-heart as long as she can. Then she will claim her fingers drenched in dog cum and offer them to me. I lick her finger off and enjoy in the salty look of it. virtually nights this leads to some great sex. For years I have wanted to suck up King Oliver 's dick, but as I said he does n't like it. Sara, helped me one time to get a talk full phase of the moon of dog cum. But that 's something for later on down the road .