dearest ON THE FARM

I was a little annoyed to receive a routine electronic mail from the local agrarian company of which I'm a extremity and poster that the sender had failed to use the BCC feature so there was my personal email address openly broadcast to all 150 members. patch ! So I wasn't really very surprised when I received an email a few days later from milo, a Fannie Farmer and dog- breeder whom I knew slightly from ag. lodge group meeting and such.

"I heard somewhere"he stated"that you are looking to obtain a Labradoodle puppy. While I don't have any just now, I do stimulate a beautiful, healthy, 3 year old standard sizing poodle bitch that I'd be prepared to deliver bred Lab for you. I also have a 2 year old Lab male with good blood melody. If you're interested, let me eff and you can cause get-go dibs on the litter."

I was very interested having wanted one of these intelligent and beautiful dogs for quite some metre so I emailed right back expressing interest and asking how to continue. He responded, suggesting I come over, see the prospective parents and if satisfied, leave a $ 50 sedimentation and sign an club for a puppy to be delivered within 6 months at a toll of $ 200.00. Now that's a very good price for a well-mannered pup around here so a couple of hours later, I was pulling into Milo's yard.

I parked my burnished red F-150 in the yard beside his rear blackened F-250 and looked around. The house and yard were well-kept, lawns recently mowed, paint novel and brilliant 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 big dogs playing in a two-acre fenced enclosing. He greeted me courteously and nodded toward the pawl."They all get a ninety minute run twice per day, but some are a little aggressive toward some others so they have to go out in three groups. Come on and I'll show you Duchess."

Duchess, it turned out, was a slightly big than usual standard size of it poodle, all white with a regal aim. But she was clearly happy to see Milo and me and showed as a healthy, happy, well-trained animal. Reluctantly leaving her pen, we walked through a series of lanes to another large enclosure where four dark labs were lolling. They all came toward us at a run and I guessed correctly that the gravid, fastest of the mathematical group was"Dickens"proposed Ilex paraguariensis to Duchess. A beautiful, sleek fateful beast with the happy, somewhat over-exuberant personality of many Labs. Milo reached and grabbed Dickens'collar to guide him out of the pen into the fenced laneway where we stood. devil immediately took off at a dead run to the far end of the laneway about 200 meters distant and back to our groundwork — all in about 30 second it seemed."He's a good for you one"Milo observed. Dickens, panting, nudged his nose under my doll and licked my leg.

"Would you like to see the breeding readiness ?"milo maize enquired. The facility turned out to be a cool, fence, high-roofed opened edifice, fresh-smelling with a layer of unclouded straw for a floor. Centered, was an unfamiliar piece of equipment, its resolve becoming seeming as we walked close to examine it. Somewhat resembling an out-of-doors crate made of piebald tubelike sword open at one end, it featured a all-embracing leather collar and respective leather straps, clearly intended to gently intimidate a gripe while she was bred. There was even a leather-padded rest for her chin and a shelf on which rested an assortment of lotion and potions.

Milo was standing very close to me as we examined the device and I could feel his soundbox rut through the slight cotton dress I was wearing. All at once, his hand was on my ass and his hard 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 make been more conservative. But, intention on obtaining a well-mannered puppy at a very good price, I had just dived right in.

Certainly Milo was not a bad-looking man in a countryfied sort of way. He was absolutely clean and fresh-smelling. Even his breath and rima oris felt fresh and clean, I reflected during the tenacious, protracted buss. There was no point in struggling or screaming. We were a couple of geographical mile from the good neighbor and separated from the route by various hundred meters and multiple buildings. The only problem, I guessed, was that he was my elder by, perhaps 15 years or more.

Still, as the present moment dragged on, the front of his tongue in my mouth and his hand on my cigaret became downright arousing. After all, I'm no virgin. I'm a mature lusty ma'am with more than her fair share of lusts, desires and fantasy. So, as Milo's hand inched my skirt up and he began to finger my raw spots, I felt the juice begin to flow. milo maize noticed my damp panty and became bolder, pulling me close so I could sense his rising manhood through the fabric of our clothes.

When, at length, he released his clutches on me, I dropped to my human knee in the soft chaff and tugged off his puncher rush. His jean and underclothes followed allowing his heavily-veined 7 inch cock to spring forward. Cupping his exceptionally large ball-sac in one deal and his cock in the other, I began running the tip of my spit circle 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 pull up stakes deal, I grasped his peter just below the headway and pulled downward to open the slot. Burrowing into his putz slot with my clapper tip, was rewarded with more deposits of pre-cum. But he'd had sufficiency of my taking the lead.

Lifting me to my feet, he turned me around and pushed me forward so I was forced to grab the top bar of the education crate. He flipped up my skirt and made my pantie disappear, spittle on his hand and began to finger my fix in earnest. I know he had at least three of his big digit inside of me, thrusting and pushing deep, again and again until I began to gasp and cry in a building sexual climax."Maybe you need to become my breeding bitch"I heard him say, but failed to recognize the significance. With at least three of his digit firmly planted in my rearwards golf hole and his other helping hand firmly grasping the rachis of my neck, I mindlessly let him take me down and forward into the big breeding crate.

The cross shoulder strap were quickly and expertly secured across under my belly and across my backbone. The second duet of straps, quickly secured, went across just under my breasts and over my back. The all-encompassing dog collar, clipped to a ring followed. The strap were not tight and didn't hurt. I could travel side of meat to side and, to an extent, forward and back. I just couldn't turn or escape. In fact, when milo reinserted his fingers into me, I kept thrusting back onto his intemperate hand and actually whimpered when he withdrew his finger again.

When the inaugural skag of leather struck the exposed pulp of my raw keister, 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 smudge but often hitting right on the ticklish pelt around my pussy. When he stopped, my entire rear was burning. The poise lotion he then applied, served to reduce the burn slightly and he worked it thoroughly into my fix but suddenly I felt pressure against my first step and I knew it was his big mushroom cloud knob — and I knew that pommel was going to plunge into my anus with the unstopability of an locomotive piston. And it did !

I screamed again. And try weenie barking somewhere. But now Milo's prominent prick 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 spin, then a left ; thrusting up against my backrest bone, then standing tall and thrusting down toward my belly. My drooping chest 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 assault on my body trapped inside the training pen.

Despite my sticky position, I orgasmed respective multiplication, wafture of Passion washing over me each sentence, and when I sensed milo maize switching to the overdrive of his own passion, I couldn't prevent my primitive body from responding yet again and humping back against him within the confines of the crateful. I felt the rush of his cum ebullition up into me and with a few last grunts 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 loose. But then I sensed him fussing with something behind me and felt a sudden cold adept on my seat and second joint and heard the strait of a spray can. I smelt an unfamiliar, but strangely musky olfactory perception and heard milo give a curt, penetrative pennywhistle."OK, Dickens"he chuckled."It's your number. Do your thing."

I immediately felt the Lab's cold nozzle on my swell up snatch and then paws up on my rear end and back, and the unmistakable tone of his slim peter thrusting enthusiastically into my hole, responding to the powerful genteelness 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 front of the crate where he could slap my case a few time with his now-flaccid cock. Meanwhile devil was picking up speed and I recalled, with much trepidation, reading that once a big dog is inside a bitch, his cock inflates a large ball at the al-Qaida to hold back him in seat until he's all finished placing his sperm. Indeed, from the pressure sensation inside of me, there was no dubiousness 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 revenge I would play upon him, when I realized with even more embarrassment, that my primitive body was responding very positively to Dickens'enthusiastic effort. The tides rolled in, the fireworks short-circuited my brain and my pubic region quivered with love and pleasance. Even after climaxing multiple times, I was vaguely defeated when Dickens completed his task and wandered off after a perfunctory lick or two of my puss. I just hung there on the straps, spent.

"well, that was certainly something to watch."milo maize was all chuckles and joviality as he unbuckled my shoulder strap, removed the collar and helped me to my animal foot. I was trembling and inarticulate and sucked greedily at the water bottle he put into my mitt."I could see you were having a right well time there and will want to relive it all."And he held up his cadre telephone set to show me the vivid movie of a adult female, clearly me, in the throes of passionateness as a big, black Labrador, clapper lolling, enthusiastically, services her within a professional bitch-breeding crateful."This is just my amateur movie, but I had the professional breeding tv camera rolling also, so here's a written matter of those moving-picture show as well from three dissimilar angles."And he thrust a photoflash drive into my hand as he escorted me to my hand truck, still standing there in the railway yard in the attenuation sunlight.

I drove home in a bit of a haze, warmed up some supper, showered, washed my hair and collapsed on my bed in a deep rest for nearly 10 60 minutes. In the morning I awoke totally refreshed and kittenish, vaguely mindful of lingering angry dreams. Finished morning project, I inserted the flashbulb parkway into my big-screen smart tv — and there I was in brilliant colour ! uncollectible, there was no denying the ecstatic pleasure reflected on my face and in my animalistic body language. Intending outrage, I could only enquire at the keen pleasure that came vividly to take care as I watched the initiative 20 transactions of picture show showing Charles John Huffam Dickens and me locked in bazar coition — and realized I was masturbating myself as I relived the experience.

I fussed and fumed around the home, went out of doors and washed the truck, came in and had another exhibitioner and finally bowing to the inevitable — sat at my desk and emailed Milo :"Hey, we didn't finish up the details for my Labradoodle puppy."

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

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

He dropped his jean and undies, pulled me close and let me feel his grueling manhood against my tummy, then, cupping my butt boldness in his big script, lifted me and slowly threaded my eubstance back down onto his wet stopcock. I lifted my legs and locked my articulatio talocruralis above his buttocks.

walking across the kitchen with me bouncing, impaled on his cock, milo continued on exterior into the burnished sunshine and continued across the yard toward his dog breeding compound. Lifting me off his rooster, he sat me down in the sonant drinking straw beside the fostering 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 fostering crateful and adjusted the shoulder strap under my breasts and tummy and across my back.

I positioned my Kuki-Chin on the warm padded leather of the musical accompaniment and wriggled my stooge in expectancy of the assuredness musty spray which he soon applied copiously to my backside and intimate second joint. Opening my ass a bit with his fingers, he sprayed more indoors. And then he went away !

As I knelt there, I realized I was at a remote farmplace, naked, out of door except for the shed roof above, yet totally confined by the cake of the upbringing crate and the leather straps supporting yet restraining my trunk. I quivered, a bit from awe of what he may hold in store for me and and quite a bit from sheer expectation. I could get word dogs in the distance, no doubt greeting milo maize as he reached the pens, but otherwise, everything was quiet as quiet can only be this far out in the area. There was a rebuff snap which made me acutely aware of the potent bitch-in-heat hormone now drying coolie on my exposed rear, the odour of it puckering my nose. I knelt, exposed for what seemed like a very long sentence. And then I heard Milo returning, speaking as though to an animal.

"truelove boy, steadily"and suddenly I felt hot breath and a nerveless horn in probing against my anus."unbendable boy, steady"Milo chanted."seed and meet dear ”. And there he was, standing taller than me on my knees, a huge Mastiff, possibly two hundred pounds, I thought."beloved this is Gent ; bloke this is love. She'll be your bitch for today ”. Gent gave my face a friendly clout and reached his top dog inside the crate to favor my swinging boobs with a serial publication of wet licks as well.

Meanwhile Milo was busy behind me. He first slathered my ass with a slippery salve and worked it into me with his digit. One, two, three, Thomas More unction and one More digit as he opened me wide-eyed. My whole body quivered as my tight little ass pickle was stretched wide unfold and my breasts were rasped by fella's warm, wet tongue. At last-place milo judged I was open enough and called"OK Gent, she's ready for you"and Gand abandoned licking my knocker for a more interesting part of my anatomy.

He thrust his nose trench between my butt 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 quick for job. At initiatory when Gent heaved himself up onto my back, I thought I'd collapse under his weight unit but milo maize adjusted his straw man hand onto leather supports built into the crate expressly to protect moderate-size bitches being bred to larger forefather. Despite Milo's stretching and all the lube, Gand's putz felt very large as he forced it into me and I spread my articulatio genus as far as the crate would appropriate. He took a half dozen short, fast provisionary accident, then pushed in all the way. His cock must have been at half mast when I saw it while he was licking my dope. Now it felt about 8 column inch or more than, sliding all the way up and around the twist in my burrow. 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 gap, locking him firmly inside my body.

Being fucked by a big, experienced breeding dog is like nothing else in the domain — 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 cell as far inside of me as he could arrive at. There was very little"in and out ”, perhaps an inch or so, but the trench drive and pulsing cock sent me almost immediately into a state where my creative thinker floated free of my organic structure watching as I writhed in the straps beneath the mighty mastiff's rape. Few men have ever been able to maneuver their cock past the sharp turn which is located about six inches up into my rear love tunnel, and the dainty torment of his cock forcing past that stricture and rubbing back and forth on it brought rent to my eye as I screamed with pleasure and pain.

I have no musical theme how long the big Mastiff continued to drive his big cock up inside my dead body. I was only witting of being driven from one agonized orgasm to the next, barely aware that the hollo vocalism in the background was my own. And then something changed ! Gent picked up his pace and his swollen cock grew even heavy with the first base burst of seed. But he had more ! Three more time I felt his tool sheik and interject another consignment of his cum into me before he stopped thrusting and started licking the backrest of my neck as his nut shrank and he was finally able to pull out of me. And I could halt screaming and knack 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 fall snap, I was drenched with sudation and grateful when milo returned and began to wash and pass over me down with fine nebuliser from a convenient schnozzle. He washed me as he would a dog, sudsing along my spine, then washing downwards. He even rinsed out my sore passion trap, 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 much as Gand had done. Though he was a big man with a fairly great cock, he wasn't as big as the dog, but clearly he was highly stimulated from having watched my carrying into action with the brute and he thrust into me without any preliminaries.

By this time of course, my hole was gaping so his peremptory submission caused me no discomfort and the generous applications programme of an aloe application soothed the soreness as he distributed it deeply with his vein cock. I was, unfortunately, too tired to take total advantage of his efforts but did try to commit him a minuscule button back. I'm not sure he noticed. He was so up he just needed to do it, 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 impart me an arm as I stood unsteadily to my foundation."That was incredible"I managed.

"gladiola to oblige"he grinned."Anytime. Always have at least one rivet needing an outing."And we started back toward the farmhouse. Naked, I felt runnel of cum — man and dog — streaming down my pegleg. I stopped and looked down to see it puddling around my ankle joint 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 inhuman H2O feeling good on my skin, even as I douched to get more of the gooey miscellany 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 enter the farm house to retrieve my apparel and puppy contract, a lovely Scotch Collie came bounding up, nose and go after in the air, knockout prick swinging below and headed heterosexual person for me.

"neighbour's dog"growled milo."Damned pain !"So I continued on in, pulled my unwrinkled dress over my forefront, straightened my tomentum with my finger and, with a final goodbye, picked up my puppy contract and left.

The Collie was still there and still so eagre, he jumped into my hand 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 .