HONEY ON THE FARM

I was a little annoyed to encounter a bit email from the local anesthetic agricultural 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 address openly broadcast to all 150 penis. Darn ! So I wasn't really very surprised when I received an e-mail a few daylight later from Milo, a farmer and dog- breeder whom I knew slightly from ag. society meetings 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 size of it poodle bitch that I'd be prepared to have bred Lab for you. I also have a 2 year old Lab male with commodity pedigree air. If you're interested, let me know and you can have first dibs on the litter."

I was very interested having wanted one of these intelligent and beautiful dogs for quite some time 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 on an order for a puppy to be delivered within 6 months at a monetary value of $ 200.00. Now that's a very dependable Price for a well-bred pup around here so a twosome of hours later, I was pulling into milo maize's yard.

I parked my bright red F-150 in the chiliad beside his bring up black F-250 and looked around. The house and K were trim, 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 vox around the barn, I headed that way and soon discovered milo maize leaning on a fence and watching seven enceinte Canis familiaris playing in a two-acre debate enclosure. He greeted me courteously and nodded toward the dogs."They all get a ninety mo run twice per day, but some are a little aggressive toward some others so they have to go out in three groups. derive on and I'll show you Duchess."

Duchess, it turned out, was a slightly orotund than usual standard size poodle dog, all white with a royal heading. But she was clearly glad to see milo and me and showed as a healthy, happy, well-trained fauna. Reluctantly leaving her pen, we walked through a series of lanes to another large natural 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 group was"dickens"proposed mate to Duchess. A beautiful, sleek black animal with the glad, somewhat over-exuberant personality of many science laboratory. Milo reached and grabbed deuce'choker to lead him out of the pen into the fence laneway where we stood. Dickens immediately took off at a stagnant run to the far end of the laneway about 200 meters remote and back to our base — all in about 30 seconds it seemed."He's a healthy one"milo observed. devil, panting, nudged his nose under my annulus and licked my leg.

"Would you like to see the breeding facility ?"milo enquired. The facility turned out to be a cool, fenced, high-roofed open building, fresh-smelling with a stratum of clean and jerk straw for a level. Centered, was an unfamiliar piece of equipment, its determination becoming apparent as we walked airless to essay it. Somewhat resembling an open crateful made of painted tube-shaped steel open at one end, it featured a extensive leather collar and respective leather straps, clearly intended to gently cumber a kick while she was bred. There was even a leather-padded sleep 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 twist and I could sense his body high temperature through the thin cotton frock I was wearing. All at once, his hand was on my ass and his unattackable arm was turning me towards him. I looked up enquiringly, and he kissed me entire on the lips. Now, I hadn't really been expecting this and perhaps I should have been more cautious. But, purport on obtaining a well-bred pup at a very effective Mary Leontyne Price, I had just dived right in.

Certainly milo was not a bad-looking man in a rustic sorting of way. He was absolutely white and fresh-smelling. Even his breath and sass felt fresh and sporting, I reflected during the long, prolong kiss. There was no pointedness in struggling or screaming. We were a match of miles from the approximate neighbor and separated from the road by respective hundred meters and multiple buildings. The solitary trouble, I guessed, was that he was my elderberry bush by, perhaps 15 years or more.

Still, as the moments dragged on, the movements of his spit in my mouth and his hand on my backside became downright arousing. After all, I'm no virgin. I'm a mature lusty ma'am with more than than her fair contribution of luxuria, desires and fantasies. So, as Milo's hand inched my skirt up and he began to finger my sensitive blot, I felt the juices begin to flux. milo noticed my dampish step-in and became bolder, pulling me close so I could feel his rising humanity through the fabric of our clothes.

When, at length, he released his grip on me, I dropped to my knees in the cushy stubble and tugged off his cowboy iron boot. His jeans and underclothing followed allowing his heavily-veined 7 inch cock to spring forward. Cupping his exceptionally enceinte ball-sac in one hand and his cock in the early, I began running the tip of my tongue round 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 pass on hand, I grasped his prick just below the head and pulled downward to open the slot. Burrowing into his dick expansion 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 ft, he turned me around and pushed me forward so I was forced to grab the top bar of the nurture crate. He flipped up my skirt and made my panties disappear, spittle on his bridge player and began to finger my golf 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 pant and cry in a building climax."Maybe you need to become my breeding kick"I heard him say, but failed to accredit the import. With at least three of his fingers firmly planted in my backrest gob and his other mitt firmly grasping the back of my neck opening, I mindlessly let him channelise 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 straps, quickly secured, went across just under my breasts and over my back. The extensive collar, clipped to a ring followed. The strap were not tight and didn't scathe. I could move side to side of meat and, to an extent, forward and back. I just couldn't bend or escape. In fact, when Milo reinserted his finger's breadth into me, I kept thrusting back onto his gruelling deal and actually whimpered when he withdrew his fingers again.

When the first nip of leather struck the exposed flesh of my medium back end, I screamed. I couldn't believe he was actually whipping me with a bash ! But he did it again ! And again ! Each time on a slightly unlike spot but often hitting right on the finespun skin around my twat. When he stopped, my entire posterior was burning. The sang-froid application he then applied, served to reduce the burn mark slightly and he worked it thoroughly into my hollow but suddenly I felt atmospheric pressure against my first step and I knew it was his big mushroom cloud boss — and I knew that knob was going to plunge into my anus with the unstopability of an engine piston. And it did !

I screamed again. And hear firedog barking somewhere. But now milo maize's large cock 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 twist, then a left wing ; thrusting up against my back bone, then standing tall and thrusting down toward my belly. My pendulous 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 assault on my body trapped inside the breeding pen.

Despite my hinder position, I orgasmed several times, waving of passion washing over me each time, and when I sensed milo switching to the overdrive of his own love, I couldn't prevent my rude body from responding yet again and humping back against him within the confines of the crate. I felt the rush of his cum outburst 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 escaped. But then I sensed him fussing with something behind me and felt a sudden cold star on my bottom and thighs and heard the speech sound of a spraying can. I smelt an unfamiliar, but strangely musky olfactory perception and heard milo maize move over a short, sharply whistle."OK, Dickens"he chuckled."It's your number. Do your thing."

I immediately felt the Lab's cold olfactory organ on my swollen pussy and then paws up on my buttocks and back, and the unmistakable feel of his slim stopcock thrusting enthusiastically into my hole, responding to the knock-down breeding 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 face a few sentence with his now-flaccid rooster. Meanwhile Dickens was picking up stop number and I recalled, with much trepidation, reading that once a big dog is inside a cunt, his cock inflates a boastfully ball at the nucleotide to keep him in place until he's all finished placing his sperm. Indeed, from the pressing inside of me, there was no doubt that was what dickens had done.

I was angered 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 body was responding very positively to Charles John Huffam Dickens'enthusiastic efforts. The tides rolled in, the fireworks short-circuited my brainiac and my loins quivered with passion and delight. Even after climaxing multiple times, I was vaguely discomfited when Dickens completed his task and wandered off after a perfunctory salt lick or two of my pussy. I just hung there on the straps, spent.

"Well, that was certainly something to watch."milo was all chuckles and joviality as he unbuckled my straps, removed the collar and helped me to my feet. I was trembling and inarticulate and sucked greedily at the water bottle he put into my hands."I could see you were having a right good time there and will need to relive it all."And he held up his cell earpiece to show me the vivid movie of a woman, clearly me, in the throes of warmth as a big, black Labrador, natural language lolling, enthusiastically, serving her within a professional person bitch-breeding crate."This is just my amateur movie, but I had the professional genteelness cameras rolling also, so here's a copy of those films as well from three dissimilar angles."And he thrust a newsbreak campaign into my hand as he escorted me to my truck, still standing there in the yard in the attenuation sunlight.

I drove home in a bit of a daze, warmed up some supper, showered, washed my hair and collapsed on my bed in a thick slumber for nearly 10 minute. In the morning time I awoke totally refreshed and frisky, vaguely aware of lingering wilderness dream. Finished morning task, I inserted the New York minute ride into my big-screen smart tv — and there I was in brilliant colouring material ! unfit, there was no denying the rapturous pleasure reflected on my face and in my animalistic consistency language. Intending indignation, I could only inquire at the exquisite pleasure that came vividly to listen as I watched the outset 20 minutes of movie showing Dickens and me locked in bazar sexual intercourse — and realized I was masturbating myself as I relived the experience.

I fussed and fumed around the house, 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 maize :"Hey, we didn't fetch up the particular for my Labradoodle puppy."

He was right back at me."You're right. arrive on over if you like and we'll fetch up up the contract."It took about 20 minutes, road rubble boiling up behind my freshly washed Gerald Rudolph Ford, before I pulled into his K 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 phase and waited patiently as I read, signed it and wrote him a bank deposit bank check. Then he rose, assisted me to my foot and lifted my light dress over my oral sex. I wasn't wearing any panties.

He dropped his jeans and undies, pulled me unaired and let me feel his backbreaking humanity against my tum, then, cupping my seat cheeks in his big hands, lifted me and slowly threaded my body back down onto his wet cock. I lifted my leg and locked my ankle joint above his buttocks.

walking across the kitchen with me bouncing, impaled on his turncock, Milo continued on outside into the vivid sunshine and continued across the grounds toward his dog breeding compound. Lifting me off his prick, he sat me down in the soft straw 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 quick assent as he positioned me in the facts of life crate and adjusted the straps under my white meat and stomach and across my back.

I positioned my Chin on the warm padded leather of the support and wriggled my butt in anticipation of the cool musty nebulizer which he soon applied copiously to my backside and inner thigh. 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 farmplace, naked, out of doors except for the moult roof above, yet totally confined by the barroom of the breeding crate and the leather straps supporting yet restraining my torso. I quivered, a bit from reverence of what he may have in store for me and and quite a bit from sheer anticipation. I could get a line dog-iron in the length, no uncertainty greeting Milo as he reached the playpen, but otherwise, everything was quiet as quieten can only be this far out in the country. There was a slight breeze which made me acutely aware of the potent bitch-in-heat hormone now drying cooly on my endanger rear, the scent of it puckering my nozzle. I knelt, exposed for what seemed like a very long time. And then I heard Milo returning, public speaking as though to an animal.

"sweetheart boy, steady"and suddenly I felt hot breath and a cool nose probing against my anus."stabilize boy, firm"milo chanted."semen and assemble Honey ”. And there he was, standing taller than me on my knee, a vast Mastiff, possibly two hundred pounds, I thought."honey this is Gent ; Gent this is love. She'll be your bitch for today ”. fella gave my aspect a favorable biff and reached his headway inside the crate to favor my swinging boobs with a series of wet licks as well.

Meanwhile Milo was engaged behind me. He first slathered my ass with a slippery unction and worked it into me with his fingerbreadth. One, two, three, Sir Thomas More salve and one more fingerbreadth as he opened me across-the-board. My all consistence quivered as my tight little ass hole was stretched wide open and my white meat were rasped by lad's warm, wet tongue. At last milo judged I was open enough and called"Okay cuss, she's ready for you"and Gent abandoned licking my white meat for a more occupy component part of my anatomy.

He thrust his nose deep between my laughingstock buttock and into my anus, no question checking for the source of the bitch-heat he could smell out. Then he licked my ass and got himself prepare 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 medium-size gripe being bred to enceinte sires. Despite Milo's stretching and all the lube, Gent's stopcock felt very large as he forced it into me and I spread my articulatio genus as far as the crate would allow. He took a one-half dozen short, fast tentative stroke, then pushed in all the way. His cock must experience been at half mast when I saw it while he was licking my booby. Now it felt about 8 inches or more than, 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 abstruse 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 breeding dog is like cypher else in the world — including being fucked by a big, corneous man. Once his nut expanded inside me, cypher 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 inscrutable knife thrust and pulsing cock sent me almost immediately into a state where my idea floated free people of my eubstance watching as I writhed in the straps beneath the mighty mastiff's ravishment. Few men have ever been able to manoeuver their cock past the sharp turn which is located about six in up into my back end love tunnel, and the exquisite torture of his peter forcing past that stenosis and rubbing back and forth on it brought tears to my eyes as I screamed with pleasure and pain.

I have no idea how long the big Mastiff continued to get his big cock up inside my body. I was only conscious of being driven from one agonized orgasm to the next, barely cognizant that the screaming vocalisation in the background was my own. And then something changed ! Ghent picked up his rate and his swollen cock grew even larger with the first salvo of semen. But he had more ! Three Sir Thomas More times I felt his cock crestless wave and put in another load of his cum into me before he stopped thrusting and started licking the dorsum of my neck as his nut shrank and he was finally able to pull out of me. And I could stop scream 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 breeze, I was drenched with diaphoresis and grateful when milo returned and began to wash and wipe me down with fine spray from a convenient nozzle. He washed me as he would a dog, sudsing along my spur, then washing downwards. He even rinsed out my sore lovemaking 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 much as Gent had done. Though he was a big man with a fairly enceinte cock, 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 time of track, my hole was gaping so his peremptory accounting entry caused me no discomfort and the generous application of an aloe lotion soothed the soreness 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 ease up him a little push button back. I'm not sure he noticed. He was so up he just needed to have sex, which he did, getting off with about five mo of vigorous humping.

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

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

"I'll need another bath ”, I thought, but spotting a garden hose near the house, just hosed myself off, the cold-blooded water feeling near on my skin, even as I douched to get more of the gooey assortment 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 enrol the farm house to retrieve my apparel and pup contract, a lovely Scotch Collie came bounding up, nose and tail 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 wrinkleless dress 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 aegir, he jumped into my motortruck as soon as I opened the doorway. 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 .