My name is Traci Holiday, and my lover's public figure is Bruno.

We moved recently into this adorable cottage, and now I primarily work from home. near days, I'm in my office with Leo IX in his corner or at my feet.

It was just St. Bruno and me now, two soul completely tuned in to each other's penury and desires. Sexually, there was never any question when Bruno wanted me. If I were at my desk, he would part my thighs and cuddle his head between my legs ; if I were standing, he would push his olfactory organ between my thighs and get sniffing or support me against the wall and start rubbing my soft, sensitive cumulation with his nose.

Saint Bruno was a prominent, usually playful, loving dog. Though he occasionally displayed human-like timber and expressions, he could be demanding and sometimes fierce with me as if forgetting that I was a human female. Always the alpha, Bruno of Toul knew I was his, and my scent when he was near me on some primordial stratum always signaled my willingness and forwardness to be with him. If I were involved in something else or on a phone call or whatever, it did not dissuade him from wanting to satisfy his needs. I remember once I was busy and had pushed him away ; with a snarl, he pressed me down and was on and inside me before I could do anything. He fucked me like his bitch, knotted me, and afterward left me alone on the office flooring, still quivering from a gut-wrenching climax and leaking cum onto the floor. As I lay there, I could see him watching me with an almost human expression that warned me my pussy belonged to him whenever he wanted it. I know what you're probably thinking, that I'm projecting human being calibre onto an animal. All I can say is, believe what you will, but"a Male is a manlike regardless of species. A strong, emphatic alpha male demonstrates the same characteristic and timbre, whether homo or canine."

*****

After we moved out of the theatre I shared with Michael, Bruno had seemed to calm down and no longer followed me around, constantly watching me, making certain I didn't get too far away from him. When Michael began stopping by the cottage, Bruno of Toul's esthesia were heightened ; his obvious distrustfulness of Michael was obvious. It was almost as if Michael were another Male dog sniffing around Bruno's bitch.

Michael, my ex-boyfriend, and I surprisingly still spoke and had even slept together a few times since I had broken up with him. He didn't come to the cottage often, but I remember the first clock time he visited, he put Bruno in the back bedchamber, and I let him out after Michael had left. Bruno was an intelligent creature, who I have no doubt sensed what Michael and I had done. When Michael left, St. Bruno came after me making me get on my manpower and human knee, blue my straits, and prove my puss. When I was in berth, Saint Bruno came forcefully inside me, mixing his cum with Michael's.

A few weeks later, Michael came over again, and St. Bruno began barking and growling from the consequence he saw him. Michael managed to get Saint Bruno into the back bedroom despite Saint Bruno resisting and pulling away from him. Later that night, When Michael was preparing to give, without thinking, I let Saint Bruno out, and he immediately charged at Michael and nipped him on his leg. If I hadn't seen what he was about to do and labour Michael aside, I'm sure enough Bruno would receive given him a more dangerous bite.

That nighttime after I had showered and was preparing to get into bed, St. Bruno came up behind me and pushed me down onto my knee next to the side of the bed."Giordano Bruno ! plosive, what are you doing ?"I turned to look at him and made to tolerate up when he began to entangle and show his tooth. Scared, I knew what he wanted and lowering myself back down onto my genu, bent-grass over the edge of the bed. .. he was going to jazz me. It was during this"revenge"fuck that he did me in the ass for the first clip. He had tried to before, but I had always been able to prevent it, but this clock time cypher that I did could check him, and in all honesty, I think I was afraid that he might offend me if I kept resisting him. It was as if he was going to prove me whose bitch I was and who this pussycat and ass belonged to.

I could feel him behind me, poking and prodding for entry, then screamed in hurting and surprisal when without monition, he plunged inside me. I felt as if I were being ripped in two. Not even Michael had ever had anal sex with me, and here I was on my genu bent grass over with a vast German Shepard pounding into my no longer Virgin ass. I tried reaching back with my handwriting, trying to labor him off, and he gripped my cervix in his huge oral cavity, clearly indicating he would brook no resistance. I stopped struggling and submissively lowered my head teacher to the bed and cried. I could sense Bruno's warm fur against my back, his hard-muscled body thrusting against my ass cheeks, his swollen, atrocious cock inch by inch working its way past my sphincter and cryptical inside my shadow, tight channel. After a while, the annoyance dulled, and a warm, tingling sensation began to grow and spread. I could palpate prickly sensations of pleasure move between my legs, up to my stomach, and down the cover of my thigh. I reached my digit down and began to rub myself and insert my finger's breadth into my pussy, and just when I thought I couldn't stand anymore, my orgasm broke justify and washed through my dead body in backbreaking waves.

"Bruno. .. Oh my God, Saint Bruno,"I mumbled as my anus involuntarily contracted around Bruno's prick, sending him into a frenzy, making him ass fuck me faster and harder. My breathing was labored, and I felt lightheaded when he began pushing, pressing, trying to pull his knot inside me. The panic and fear gradually rose, and then a sharp nip on my shoulder when I tried to extract away from him. I was now hysterically crying as St. Bruno adjusted his foothold, tightened his hold around my waist, and pushed his knot inside me in a series of severe thrusting.

The infliction was excruciating, and I mercifully closed my eyes as warm shadow enveloped me.

When I came to, Leo IX was still inside me but not moving. I could sense the warm, wetness gushing out of his cock, filling my rectum with each pulse of his nautical mile, and I orgasmed again as I lay under him. As he continued to blurt into me, I was filled to overflowing and could feel the escaping cum leak out and drop down my thighs. I was tied to Bruno for almost fifteen instant before he was able to pull himself exempt. I slumped onto the floor next to the bed and curled into a fetal position, too tired and emotionally spent to move.

After cleaning himself, St. Bruno came over to me, where I still lay on the floor and began licking me. He rolled me over onto my back and licked away cum that had leaked between my legs. When I orgasmed again for the third clock time that night, I grabbed handfuls of his fur and held him as I bucked and writhed under him. When I was able to, I crawled onto the bed and covered my naked, cum-covered trunk with a blanket, and as I fell into an tire sleep, Bruno climbed onto the bed next to me.

Michael didn't come by again after that.

*****

Bruno and I had been living in the cottage for almost three months. I was his and only his. Working from place made my life conciliatory, and at least once a day, we would walk one of the deserted lead in the low hills behind the house, and sometimes we would stop at one of the scenic rest maculation. Usually, I tried to walk at a meter during the day when there wouldn't be many hoi polloi around so I could cuddle with him and stroke his case without worrying about people passing by. Despite trying to be heedful, occasionally, he would go to whiff me in front of other people, which was embarrassing and exciting at the same time. In all honesty, at times like these, if I could take in, I would have spread my legs for him and let him birth his way. As it usually worked out, though, we'd go direct home, and as soon as we were through the presence doorway, I'd get on my knees and present myself to him.

*****

For the most region, I was well-chosen, but I still sometimes had thoughts that something was wrong with what I was doing. I had read clause and even listened to podcasts where some people said what I was doing with Bruno was, of all affair, animal abuse, mercilessness to animals. farcical. .. these people didn't know or understand what they were talking about, but it still made me question myself. When I felt in this humor, I'd look over at Bruno, and he would sit up, and I could literally see him getting hard for me. He would come over to me, licking my face and nuzzling my cervix as I coaxed his penis from its sheath. As I caressed and stroked him, I knew that we weren't harming ourselves or anyone else and that what I was doing was simply giving and receiving pleasure.

*****

Over the next few weeks, I noticed that my chest were becoming swollen and painfully bid to the tactile sensation. When I started feeling nauseous in the mornings, I knew what the reason had to be, but I hoped it couldn't be. I sat quietly, searching back in my memory, trying to remember when this could suffer happened. It had been almost a month and a one-half since the cobbler's last metre I had had sex with Michael. My mind screamed that it was Michael's infant. Still, my essence in some perverted way wanted it to be St. Bruno's source growing inside me. Even though intellectually, I knew a dog could not impregnate a woman, and yet I couldn't seem to shake the irrational, illogical, insane thought.

I was so confused, I couldn't think clearly. I began to intend I was going crazy, so wild, I was afraid to see a medico for fear I might blurt out that I had been having sex with a dog, so I did nothing.

*****

Just Bruno's closeness was comforting, and with the pregnancy hormones and phenomes, I was in a constant United States Department of State of arousal, which naturally excited Bruno. My body was changing. My pussy lips were swollen and protruding, separated so that my clit was visibly engorged and prominent. right field away, Bruno sensed something was different and became more attentive, genitive, and sexually demanding. Whenever given the opportunity, Giordano Bruno loved having his snout between my legs, sniffing, and licking the copious, authorise, sticky fluid that seemed to glisten and traverse my slit. He loved the smell and consistency of it and would lick and tongue me giving me orgasm after sexual climax until I became sore and pushed him away.

Bruno would tear my scanty away in his exhilaration, so I stopped wearing panties when I was at home. Without much warning other than his whining and aggressively sniffing me, he would put his hand on my binding and Begin to make love me, and after a few attempts, he would find what he wanted and accede me. St. Bruno would lie with and force into me furiously, holding me possessively around the waist, going faster until with several hard, thick driving force, I would feel the warmth of his cum as it drenched the rampart of my significant pussy.

The fact that I had begun to show, that my belly was becoming rounder and my mammilla full and intemperate did not deter him from continuing to match with me once, twice a day. Bruno of Toul knew how he liked it, and once he had mounted me, he would adjust his physical structure so that he was comfortably in his preferent position. With me on my genu, my upper consistency on the bed, my tight belly hanging down, Leo IX would ease his tool into my moistness, lovesome niggardness. Holding on to me, Bruno would pump his stopcock in and out, working deeper until he had it in as far as he could get it.

After finding his"cherubic bit,"he'd continue to get it on into me until he began shooting cum inside me, and then he would focus on getting his grayback inside me. Sometimes he would get rough in and take me pie-eyed, desperate to get his greyback in my pussy. While weakly struggling with him, I would say,"Bruno, Oh Giordano Bruno. .. stop. .. stop,"as he pushed his international nautical mile against my cunt lips until he was finally able to maneuver it inside me. He gradually stopped moving but held onto me, keeping me still as his mi kept pulsing and sending cum inside me.

It was almost like being with a man.

*****

As I grew self-aggrandising, I did eventually go to see Dr. Jamison for a prenatal medical checkup. After listening to Dr. Jamison harangue me for not coming in as soon as I suspected, I was pregnant ; he gave me a complete medical checkup. I was already into my 4th month, which coincided perfectly with the live on prison term I had been with Michael. Dr. Jamison's test showed that everything was exquisitely ; no abnormalities in the baby's body or life-sustaining fluids indicating any unusual problem. The baby and I were in good health, and Dr. Jamison assured me it was okay to continue what I was doing. hold working if that's what I felt like doing, exercise a little every day, eat a good diet, and go on to be sexually participating if it were comfortable.

As I drove rest home, I thought about Bruno at home waiting for me and realized for the first time how much I cared about him and depended upon him and wondered what I would do if anything ever happened to him. I remembered the initiatory time with him, the number 1 knotting, and at that thought process, I could experience my pussy Menachem Begin to pleasantly ache and frisson and the increasing dampness between my ramification. I needed to be with him and could hardly waitress to get home.

*****

I know it probably sounds like all we did was have sex, but it wasn't like that. Don't get me legal injury, the sex was always phenomenal, but I did have a life to pass, a job to do, and bills to pay. Like well-nigh mass, my day was taken up just going through the rite of living, but I had Giordano Bruno, unlike most people. For as long as I had known him, he had been friendly, secure, intelligent, and protective, sometimes seeming almost man. As the old cliché goes, Bruno gave me flat dear, and it was to him that I turned not only for sexual satisfaction but for emotional support.

One evening, I felt particularly down after expenditure over an time of day on the earpiece, arguing with Michael, the male parent of my baby.

"Yeah, right ! I think the more important dubiousness is, whose baby is it ? Mine or Bruno's ?"Michael had said factiously, knowing already that I had been having sex with Leo IX, which was why he and I had broken up in the showtime place.

"You're ridiculous, Michael, I said indignantly. .. of course this is your baby. I'm almost five month gone, and it 's been five months since we were together the last time, and there hasn't been anyone else."

"Only God knows what you've been doing or with who, so if you think I'm going to lay claim that baby, you better believe again or get some DNA proof."

"Go to Hell, Michael,"I screamed into the phone before hanging up.

I sank onto the lounge, softly crying when Bruno came and sat side by side to me. He looked up at me with those beautiful, sensitive brown eyes before lowering his principal onto my lap. Working his olfactory organ under the baggy nightshirt I was wearing, he began licking at my belly and nipples.

Oh God, it felt so thoroughly. I started to moan and closed my heart. Feeling the increasing moisture between my ramification, I spread them wider so that St. Bruno could let easier entree. Moving his head word lower, he went straight to my button ; I swear it felt like an electric sizzle going through me. Bruno brought me to orgasm various times before I stretched out on the sofa with him next to me and fell asleep.

*****

During my 7th calendar month, I felt skillful, happy, healthy, and so horny.

As I sat on the exam mesa during my scheduled medical checkup, I mentioned the issue of unceasing horniness to Dr. Jamison, who had looked at me and smiled, saying it was perfectly normal. Sex and resulting sexual climax actually released hormones into my body that gave me a feeling of well-being. Dr. Jamison also added that if my partner and I were easy having sex, then, by all means, continue, just keeping in brain not to be too rough.

"Remember, Traci, this is your trunk. Don't be pressured into having sex with your collaborator if it is not what you want to do. You are the best judge of what is right and what feels respectable to you. .. understand ?"

"Yes, Dr. Jamison, thank you,"I replied, smiling inwardly to myself, wondering what the right Doctor would say if he knew my partner was a immense German Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr. who gave me the in effect sex I had ever had.

*****

During that last month or so of my pregnancy, prison term seemed to crawl as my pitch appointment drew close. One unexpected, lustrous maculation was when out of the blue, Michael called.

"Hey, Traci. Thinking about you and have sex it should be getting stopping point to your time. Just wanted to check on you, see how you were doing."

"Michael, I'm. .. I'm surprised but happy to hear from you. I'm doing alright,"I said.

"Traci, I know I've been acting like an ass, but despite everything that's happened between us, I want you to know I still worry about you and just wanted to tell you to let me know if you need anything,"he said.

I began to cry.

"Traci, Traci ? You alright ?"

"Yes, yes, Mike, I'm amercement, just glad to cognize we can still be friends."

"Alright. .. I need to go, but stay on in ghost and call if you need me,"Michael said again before ending the call.

It was good to know that I could depend on Michael if I needed to, but it was more gratify to know that Bruno was here with me.

One good afternoon, feeling a slight pall, I lay down on the sofa for a quick nap. I'm not sure how retentive I lay there but was awakened by the warm, roughness of Bruno's glossa thrashing across my swell up ultra-sensitive mamilla, lapping up the drib of milk that beaded at the bakshish. Bruno moved down between my legs wanting to mount me, but I stopped him and instead reached under him and began to stroke his treasure. At my soupcon, his cock slide out of its sheath and immediately began to uprise bigger and harder, the burgundy red tip jerking, bobbing up and down, seeping dog cum. I eased his dick into my sassing. I loved Leo IX's cock and sucked his testis as he whined, whimpered, and tried to bonk my mouth. After a few minutes of my worshiping his cock, Giordano Bruno began to spew out cum into my mouthpiece and down my throat.

Later that evening, after watching a movie, I got up and went into the kitchen to square away up before going to bed. Standing at the sump, Bruno of Toul came up and grabbed me around my hips, and urged me down onto the level. Licking my breasts and stomach, Bruno moved behind me, his hot, farsighted clapper working itself inside me. He mounted me, gripping me under my subdivision, instinctively being careful of my rounded belly. Even though I was enceinte because of the baby, St. Bruno was still bigger than me, and once he mounted me, it was hard for me to move around too often under him. I was already sopping wet, and he easily slipped his fully erect cock inside me and immediately began fucking me. I could feel him inside me, feel his tool rubbing against my womb, and find the pressure and the joy of him claiming me.

As he stroked into me, I realized that as my pregnancy had progressed and my body and behavior had changed, in a way, so had Bruno's. I don't know how to describe it, but it was as if Bruno, this heavy, muscular, sexually alpha male, could sense my moods, and sometimes when he took me, it was with a slow, docile sexual congress and not the frenetic dog fucking that had been usual betimes on.

He was getting magnanimous inside me, and suddenly he exploded, making me orgasm along with him, making my pussy squeeze and contract around his cock, milking cum from him.

"Leo IX,"I screamed when he continued to pump in and out as I orgasmed on his cock.

Instead of Leo IX knotting with me then, he pulled out still intemperate and spurting cum. Still, behind me, he began to probe for my anus, and finding it, eased inside me and began again taking what he wanted as his strong spent cum dripped out of my pussycat. This clip I could sense his knot, stretching me, entering me. .. and then Bruno was inside me. He was cumming in emphatic spurts sending his cum late inside my rectum with each contraction of his knot. It seemed as if we were tied for a longsighted time, but when his knot had finally decreased in size, with a popping sound, he pulled free, releasing a flood tide of cum that poured out of me.

*****

A few days later, I woke during the night, not feeling quite correct. I gingerly got out of bed, walked cautiously to the bath, and then slipped back into bed. The next time I awoke, I felt even big, and as I started to walk across the room, I suddenly felt a effusion of liquidity run down my peg and pocket billiards on the trading floor. It took a second for it to register what was happening, and in that time, Bruno had jumped up and now stood beside me, looking worried.

"Well, Giordano Bruno, I think this is it."

Of all people, my first impulse was to holler Michael.

The phone rang several meter before he answered, and I knew I had awakened him.

"how-do-you-do. .. Hello,"Michael said, still half asleep.

"Michael, I'm sorry, but I didn't know who else to call in. I didn't call an ambulance ; I didn't want to go to the hospital alone. I think my water broke, Mike."

"I'll be there as quick as I can, he said, now fully come alive. Go and unlock the front doorway so I can get in, and then get off your base. I'm leaving now."

Sure enough, Michael was there within the hr. When he came through the door, Michael said he was on safety device for Bruno of Toul, but Saint Bruno only looked up at him and stepped aside, as if he sensed Michael was there to help oneself me.

Michael helped me get prepare, set aside food for thought and water for Bruno, and bundled me into the car for the trip to the hospital.

*****

That dark, I gave birth to a little boy. Bruno and I and the new baby moved back home with Michael.

Not long after our move, Michael got a female for Bruno. St. Bruno was a bit offish at first but eventually got with her and produced a litter of five beautiful puppies after a couple of month. I think Michael had hoped the female person 's launching would describe Leo IX's attention from me, but all it did was provide Giordano Bruno with two slit to service and meet him, one human and one canine.

As time went on, it seemed the hostility between Michael and Bruno lessened, and the three of us began an exciting and satisfying placement. Michael and I explored each early's phantasy and fetishes and actually made some of them real. I saw and learned about the sexual English of Michael that I never knew existed. I think the most surprising thing was discovering how a good deal Michael enjoyed watching Bruno of Toul have sex with me.

I loved both of them and had sex with both of them separately and together. Sometimes with each of them at different times during the same day and sometimes even the Lapp night.

Our life-style is not for everyone, but for those who truly know who they are and what they want, the emotional and physical love from a man and a dog is the sound of both worlds .