HONEY ON THE FARM

I was a little annoyed to meet a procedure email from the local anesthetic agricultural bon ton of which I'm a member and observance that the sender had failed to use the BCC feature so there was my personal email name and address openly broadcast to all 150 extremity. shucks ! So I wasn't really very surprised when I received an email a few days later from Milo, a farmer and dog- stock breeder whom I knew slightly from ag. guild meetings and such.

"I heard somewhere"he stated"that you are looking to prevail a Labradoodle pup. While I don't have any just now, I do have a beautiful, healthy, 3 class old standard size poodle bitch that I'd be prepared to take in bred Lab for you. I also have a 2 year old Lab male with salutary blood lines. If you're concerned, let me know and you can take starting time dibs on the litter."

I was very interested having wanted one of these intelligent and beautiful cad for quite some meter 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 down payment and sign an Holy Order for a puppy to be delivered within 6 calendar month at a cost of $ 200.00. Now that's a very serious Leontyne Price for a well-bred pup around here so a couple of hours later, I was pulling into Milo's yard.

I parked my smart red F-150 in the yard beside his get up black F-250 and looked around. The theater and yard were well-kept, lawns recently mowed, rouge fresh and bright but no one seemed to be around and no farm dog came to greet me. Thinking I heard a voice around the barn, I headed that way and soon discovered milo leaning on a fence and watching seven large dogs playing in a two-acre contend enclosure. He greeted me courteously and nodded toward the dogs."They all get a XC bit run twice per day, but some are a petty aggressive toward some others so they have to go out in three chemical group. Come on and I'll show you Duchess."

Duchess, it turned out, was a slightly tumid than usual touchstone size of it poodle dog, all ashen with a regal bearing. But she was clearly glad to see Milo and me and showed as a healthy, glad, well-trained animal. Reluctantly leaving her pen, we walked through a series of lanes to another large enclosure where four black labs were lolling. They all came toward us at a run and I guessed correctly that the largest, fastest of the grouping was"Dickens"proposed Paraguay tea to Duchess. A beautiful, sleek black animal with the glad, somewhat over-exuberant personality of many laboratory. milo maize reached and grabbed Dickens'pinch to steer him out of the pen into the fenced laneway where we stood. Dickens immediately took off at a dead run to the far end of the laneway about 200 beat aloof and back to our feet — all in about 30 seconds it seemed."He's a healthy one"milo maize observed. Dickens, panting, nudged his nose under my annulus and licked my leg.

"Would you like to see the breeding facility ?"milo maize enquired. The facility turned out to be a cool off, fence in, high-roofed open building, fresh-smelling with a level of uninfected husk for a floor. Centered, was an unfamiliar slice of equipment, its purpose becoming manifest as we walked finis to examine it. Somewhat resembling an open crate made of multicolored tubular blade open at one end, it featured a full leather choker and various leather straps, clearly intended to gently restrain a gripe while she was bred. There was even a leather-padded rest for her Kuki-Chin and a shelf on which rested an classification of lotions and potions.

milo maize was standing very close to me as we examined the gimmick and I could feel his body heat through the thin cotton fiber dress I was wearing. All at once, his hired man was on my ass and his strong arm was turning me towards him. I looked up enquiringly, and he kissed me fully on the lips. Now, I hadn't really been expecting this and perhaps I should have been more cautious. But, design on obtaining a well-bred pup at a very honest price, I had just dived right in.

Certainly milo maize was not a bad-looking man in a hick sorting of way. He was absolutely make clean and fresh-smelling. Even his breath and mouth felt novel and cleanse, I reflected during the long, protracted candy kiss. There was no gunpoint in struggling or screaming. We were a couple of miles from the nigh neighbor and separated from the route by several hundred beat and multiple buildings. The but problem, I guessed, was that he was my elder by, perhaps 15 yr or more.

Still, as the here and now dragged on, the movements of his tongue in my oral fissure and his hand on my butt became downright arousing. After all, I'm no virgin. I'm a mature red-blooded lady with more than her fair share of lusts, desires and fantasies. So, as milo's bridge player inched my annulus up and he began to finger my sensible blot, I felt the succus begin to flow. milo noticed my damp panties and became bolder, pulling me close down so I could feel his rising humanness through the fabric of our clothes.

When, at length, he released his grip on me, I dropped to my genu in the soft straw and tugged off his cowboy boots. His jeans and underclothing followed allowing his heavily-veined 7 in cock to leap forward. Cupping his exceptionally large ball-sac in one bridge player and his pecker in the early, I began running the tip of my tongue round and round under the rim of his mushroom cloud cap. He responded almost at once with a gurgle of pre-cum for my tongue. Bouncing his balls with my left hand, I grasped his stopcock just below the head and pulled downward to spread out the one-armed bandit. Burrowing into his putz time slot with my glossa tip, was rewarded with more sedimentation of pre-cum. But he'd had enough of my taking the lead.

Lifting me to my foot, he turned me around and pushed me forward so I was forced to grab the top bar of the facts of life crate. He flipped up my skirt and made my panties disappear, spitting on his hand and began to finger my hole in earnest. I know he had at least three of his big fingers inside of me, thrusting and pushing deep, again and again until I began to gasp and cry in a edifice climax."Maybe you need to become my breeding bitch"I heard him say, but failed to know the significance. With at least three of his digit firmly planted in my cover hole and his other hand firmly grasping the spine of my neck, I mindlessly let him guide me down and forward into the big rearing crate.

The crossbreeding shoulder strap 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 blanket collar, clipped to a annulus followed. The straps were not besotted and didn't hurt. I could move slope to English and, to an extent, forward and back. I just couldn't bout or escape. In fact, when Milo reinserted his fingers into me, I kept thrusting back onto his gruelling hired man and actually whimpered when he withdrew his fingers again.

When the first smack of leather struck the give away anatomy 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 time on a slightly different maculation but often hitting right on the delicate cutis around my pussy. When he stopped, my stallion posterior was burning. The coolheaded lotion he then applied, served to deoxidise the burn slightly and he worked it thoroughly into my gob but suddenly I felt pressure against my opening and I knew it was his big mushroom knob — and I knew that knob was going to engulf into my anus with the unstopability of an engine piston. And it did !

I screamed again. And get a line firedog barking somewhere. But now Milo's orotund cock was inside of me and, well-lubricated, I have to admit, it felt just fine. He went after me methodically ; slow, then fast, approaching with a right twist, then a left hand ; thrusting up against my back bone, then standing tall and thrusting down toward my belly. My nodding knocker 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 rape on my organic structure trapped inside the breeding pen.

Despite my stymy position, I orgasmed various times, waves of rage washing over me each time, and when I sensed milo switching to the overdrive of his own Passion of Christ, I couldn't prevent my primitive body from responding yet again and humping back against him within the confines of the crate. I felt the rush of his cum flush up into me and with a few live 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 relax. But then I sensed him fussing with something behind me and felt a sudden cold sensation on my bottom and thigh and heard the auditory sensation of a spray can. I smelt an unfamiliar, but strangely musky scent and heard Milo give way a short, keen tin whistle."OK, dickens"he chuckled."It's your bend. Do your thing."

I immediately felt the Lab's cold nose on my conceited pussy and then paws up on my buttocks and back, and the unmistakable feel of his slim cock thrusting enthusiastically into my hole, responding to the potent facts of life bitch-hormones Milo had sprayed all over my rear."Milo"I shouted"let me out of here ”. But he just laughed and came around to the movement of the crate where he could slap my facial expression a few times with his now-flaccid turncock. Meanwhile dickens was picking up speed and I recalled, with practically trepidation, reading that once a big dog is inside a kick, his cock inflates a magnanimous testicle at the radical to sustain him in place until he's all finished placing his sperm. Indeed, from the force per unit area inside of me, there was no doubt that was what deuce had done.

I was furious with Milo with the stunt he had pulled on me and was mentally planning the revenges I would wreak upon him, when I realized with even more embarrassment, that my primitive consistence was responding very positively to Dickens'enthusiastic efforts. The tide rolled in, the fireworks short-circuited my wit and my loins quivered with passion and pleasure. Even after climaxing multiple prison term, I was vaguely disappointed when dickens completed his task and wandered off after a casual biff or two of my pussy. I just hung there on the shoulder strap, spent.

"Well, that was certainly something to watch."milo maize was all chortle and jolliness as he unbuckled my straps, removed the collar and helped me to my foundation. I was trembling and inarticulate and sucked greedily at the water bottle he put into my work force."I could see you were having a right beneficial fourth dimension there and will want to live over it all."And he held up his cell telephone to show up me the bright movie of a woman, clearly me, in the throes of cacoethes as a big, black Labrador, tongue lolling, enthusiastically, religious service her within a master bitch-breeding crate."This is just my amateur film, but I had the professional procreation camera rolling also, so here's a copy of those films as well from three different angles."And he thrust a blink drive into my hand as he escorted me to my motortruck, still standing there in the railway yard in the fading sun.

I drove home in a bit of a haze, warmed up some supper, showered, washed my tomentum and collapsed on my bed in a deep sleep for nearly 10 time of day. In the aurora I awoke totally refreshed and kittenish, vaguely aware of lingering godforsaken ambition. Finished morning labor, I inserted the flash drive into my big-screen ache tv — and there I was in brilliant colour ! Worse, there was no denying the rhapsodic pleasance reflected on my aspect and in my animalistic body speech. Intending outrage, I could only wonder at the exquisite pleasure that came vividly to mind as I watched the first of all 20 minutes of film showing deuce and me locked in bazaar relation — and realized I was masturbating myself as I relived the experience.

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

He was decent back at me."You're right. Come on over if you like and we'll eat up up the contract."It took about 20 arcminute, road dust boiling up behind my freshly washed Ford, before I pulled into his 1000 and parked once again beside his big, shiny F-250.

Milo was quite business-like as we sat at the table in the big farm kitchen. He handed me the standard puppy order form and waited patiently as I read, signed it and wrote him a sediment cheque. Then he rose, assisted me to my feet and lifted my light wearing apparel over my head. I wasn't wearing any panties.

He dropped his jeans and undies, pulled me finish and let me find his grueling manhood against my tummy, then, cupping my butt cheeks in his big manpower, lifted me and slowly threaded my torso back down onto his wet shaft. I lifted my legs and locked my ankles above his buttocks.

walk across the kitchen with me bouncing, impaled on his hammer, milo continued on exterior into the bright temperateness and continued across the yard toward his dog breeding compound. Lifting me off his prick, he sat me down in the subdued stalk beside the breeding crateful."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 gentility crate and adjusted the straps under my breasts and corporation and across my back.

I positioned my Kuki on the warm padded leather of the reenforcement and wriggled my rump in prevision of the cool musty sprayer which he soon applied copiously to my backside and inner thighs. Opening my ass a bit with his fingers, he sprayed more inside. And then he went away !

As I knelt there, I realized I was at a remote control farmstead, naked, out of doors except for the shed cap above, yet totally confined by the bars of the genteelness 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 prevision. I could pick up cad in the distance, no dubiousness greeting Milo as he reached the penitentiary, but otherwise, everything was serenity as quiet can only be this far out in the body politic. There was a slight picnic which made me acutely aware of the virile bitch-in-heat hormone now drying cooly on my exposed stern, the scent of it puckering my nose. I knelt, exposed for what seemed like a very foresightful metre. And then I heard Milo returning, speechmaking as though to an animal.

"Steady boy, steady"and suddenly I felt hot breathing spell and a poise nose probing against my anus."truelove boy, steady"Milo chanted."Come and meet Honey ”. And there he was, standing taller than me on my knees, a huge Mastiff, possibly two hundred pounds, I thought."love this is Gent ; Gent this is Honey. She'll be your bitch for today ”. fellow gave my face a well-disposed lick and reached his promontory inside the crate to favor my swinging boobs with a series of wet punch as well.

Meanwhile milo maize was busy behind me. He first slathered my ass with a slippery salve and worked it into me with his fingers. One, two, three, more salve and one more digit as he opened me wide. My unhurt organic structure quivered as my tight lilliputian ass hole was stretched wide heart-to-heart and my breasts were rasped by Gent's warm, wet tongue. At cobbler's last milo maize judged I was open enough and called"OK Gent, she's ready for you"and Gent abandoned licking my breasts for a more interesting portion of my anatomy.

He thrust his nose deep between my bottom cheeks and into my anus, no doubt checking for the source of the bitch-heat he could smell. Then he licked my ass and got himself ready for business. At start when fella heaved himself up onto my vertebral column, I thought I'd collapse under his weight but Milo adjusted his breast paws onto leather financial support built into the crate expressly to protect medium-sized bitches being bred to declamatory sires. Despite milo maize's stretching and all the lube, Gent's stopcock felt very large as he forced it into me and I spread my knees as far as the crate would allow. He took a half dozen suddenly, fast tentative strokes, then pushed in all the way. His turncock must have been at half mast when I saw it while he was licking my boobs. Now it felt about 8 inches or more, sliding all the way up and around the bend in my burrow. And that was where it stayed, with Gand thrusting as though to go even deeper while his big nut swelled up to double-size just inside my opening, locking him firmly inside my body.

organism fucked by a big, experienced fostering dog is like cypher else in the world — including being fucked by a big, randy man. Once his nut expanded inside me, zero could get it out until he had placed his sperm as far inside of me as he could strain. There was very little"in and out ”, perhaps an column inch or so, but the cryptic thrusts and pulsing shaft sent me almost immediately into a state where my mind floated free of my body watching as I writhed in the strap beneath the mighty mastiff's assault. Few men have ever been able-bodied to direct their cock past the sharp-worded turn which is located about six in up into my rear love tunnel, and the exquisite torture of his cock forcing past that stricture and rubbing back and Forth on it brought tears to my center as I screamed with pleasure and pain.

I have no idea how long the big Mastiff continued to tug his big cock up inside my trunk. I was only witting of being driven from one agonized sexual climax to the next, barely aware that the uproarious vocalisation in the background was my own. And then something changed ! Gent picked up his pace and his swollen dick grew even declamatory with the number 1 burst of cum. But he had more ! Three more times I felt his cock sheik and inject another burden of his cum into me before he stopped thrusting and started licking the spinal column of my neck as his nut shrank and he was finally able to pull out of me. And I could arrest screaming and hang limply in the leather straps.

"trade good boy !"complimented milo as he led the dog away. Despite being naked in the shady shed, and despite the light fall breeze, I was drenched with perspiration and grateful when Milo returned and began to wash away and pass over me down with fine sprayer from a convenient nozzle. He washed me as he would a dog, sudsing along my spine, then washing downwards. He even rinsed out my sore love hole, 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 often as Gent had done. Though he was a big man with a fairly turgid turncock, he wasn't as big as the dog, but clearly he was highly stimulated from having watched my performance with the brute and he thrust into me without any preliminaries.

By this metre of course, my maw was gaping so his peremptory entry caused me no discomfort and the generous application program of an aloe lotion soothed the discomfort as he distributed it deeply with his veined cock. I was, unfortunately, too tired to take full reward of his efforts but did try to give way him a petty get-up-and-go 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 lent me an arm as I stood unsteadily to my feet."That was incredible"I managed.

"Glad to oblige"he grinned."Anytime. Always have at least one scantling needing an outing."And we started back toward the farmhouse. Naked, I felt rivulets of cum — man and dog — streaming down my legs. I stopped and looked down to see it puddling around my ankle before it slowly seeped into the hard-packed world of the path.

"I'll need another bath ”, I thought, but spotting a garden hose near the household, just hosed myself off, the frigid water system feeling good on my peel, even as I douched to get Sir Thomas More of the gooey mixing 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 go into the farm house to regain my dress and puppy declaration, a pin-up Scotch malt whisky 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 pain in the neck !"So I continued on in, pulled my unwrinkled dress over my head, straightened my haircloth with my fingers and, with a final adieu, 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 grounds .