My name is Junjio. I'm 34, and live alone in a small capital of Japan apartment. A lot of the days go by quick, working, and then the evenings slow and dull. I've been lonely a long clock time, with no real family nearby, or contact with supporter or a boyfriend for a couple of yr now. It's like this for a lot of city indweller in Bodoni Japan. It got so bad for me, that I found myself going demented, thinking all form of unusual thoughts, getting lost in my own space for long time, and eventually I bought a mansion pet. I didn't really wish animals growing up, but I thought if there weren't going to be people in my life right now, at to the lowest degree I could get an animal.



At low I got a big English people mastiff, a strong dog to make me feel safe at place. He had boneheaded muscles, lilliputian fur, and dark vacant eyes, with a life-threatening and set expression always on his fount to match. He was to make me experience rubber, I repeated to myself when picking him out nervously at the local breeder…but from the showtime he was so much bragging than me. Trying to pull on his tip as I walked him back to my apartment through the bustling city, he just seemed to give birth a mind of his own, his oral sex and regard somewhere else, and he moved only when he wanted. His thick red collar never even seemed to travel when I pulled, that's how weak I felt. I'm quite a petite missy, still pretty and youthful-looking at my age - I feel much unseasoned, always - with my hairsbreadth long and a outer boundary just above my eyes. I got quite embarrassed standing there in the city centre, as he kept stopping, and I waited for him to desire to run again ; I knew my buttock were flushing a burning red, and maybe mass stared. I would lightly pat him on the caput every now and then in these moments, to ease my own nerves and make it depend like I was still in control, that there was a grounds for this, even if it was in the middle of a busy walkway, but I'm cerebration that now and it doesn't even make any sense.

Now I had frightened Nox at home ; Tut - I named him - would put up in dark, and I'd curl up behind my covert, having forgotten to shut the bedroom door, praying he wouldn't come closer, and looking after him after he'd left, wondering if I shouldn't follow. I left his food bowl by the door, and started eating breakfast in my locked room, bowls of pre-made Timothy Miles Bindon Rice on the bedside cabinet. He was so tall ; up to just beneath my bosom when he stood really lofty. I'd never felt that feeling of lonesomeness more profoundly, and the fear so palpable in my apartment as I did then. My flat is only a few elbow room, and each quite small too ; his presence and phantom took up so much of that space.

I got myself a minuscule Pomeranian friend, because I was terrified, just the following day, panicking - and more than ever I needed that friend. Tento was the most adorable and poofy footling matter I've ever owned, and he could just eat me right up - quite big for this strain, though still very minuscule. My second friend - I couldn't just rid of Tut, what an dread individual that would build me, I could never let an animal get hurt, or anyone - would loop asleep on my belly and was so idle he rose and sank as I breathed. We ate Charles Edward Berry and I gave him little doggie chocolate treats the size of it of his flyspeck rima oris that he gobbled up, and would then yip up and ricochet around the way. He made me giggle and smile, and rosiness and knot back my fuzz behind my ear. I knew I'd bought two males, and I didn't really hump much about dogs - were they alphas, I worried, and would they crusade for control of the flat - but I'd always preferred the fellowship of boy at school and even later at work, just for some reason. That's what I told myself. I don't really know if that was a conscious decision or not. I loved to build Tento feel near ; I would inscribe his fiddling top dog, and he'd yip and get as close as he could to a bark, and sink into my belly, with his eyes rolling up into his straits and his little spit hanging out as he panted softly and eventually gave in to being just wonderfully happy.

We were alone in my way one even, with the door locked from Tut who I couldn't stand being stared at by but couldn't shake from my thoughts either, after a lot of evenings in the shadow, me lazy and scrolling through mixer sensitive, laughing at the small good things I could find - scrolling quickly past the distressing or irritation ( unless they really grabbed my annoyed attention ) - with my pyjama button undone. I sprinkled some chocolate treats for Tento onto my belly and breasts as a home base for him to plunk up off of - and my skin tickled electrically, I jerked - Tento… I held him before knocking him off my belly. He was startled by my sudden bm, but I'd felt so awful and brutal -"I'm so no-count, my big, potent boy ! Oh, I'm sorry, Tento, sorry, sorry !"and I stroked his principal furtively, fearful I'd hurt him. He seemed pissed almost - I didn't know what to do, but then he'd forgotten it and was licking cocoa off my thorax and breasts again."EEK"I shuddered, muffling myself with the vertebral column of my paw. I couldn't push him off ; he just went away, picking off drinking chocolate with nonchalance, with all his happy attention and interestingness on that small job. I had to admit something awful ; I knew why I was buying those dog…. No, that wasn't it. I panted small and childishly, far too loudly, as Tento, picked up every terminal one, and after the finale I pulled him straight in and close, and held him close to my case, whispering dear boy, secure boy, secretly my heart racing now it was over, and so thankful it was over. And then he was licking my human face in petite tongue clout. I wanted to take up his prick. shag. Fuck ! My hand went to his sheath, then quickly no, away, rubbing my hired hand against my cutis. Why was I so lonely ? Why was I like this ? These dogs were so well-chosen, they didn't deserve this. I thought of Tut, and his severe, stable reflexion, that heavy, hefty and drooping soundbox, and those beedy middle, that shiny look that looked everywhere and nowhere, and I didn't know if it was looking at me or not. I wanted to stimulate sex with him. With both of them.

I wasn't going to. I'd had sex before, a few times, at college and then a petty after. Not for a foresighted while. I fed Tento a little grain or two of rice from my secret breakfast bowl on the bedside table, ready for tomorrow morning. The morning routine now was the feed, the rush of clothes, the quick unlock then slow and minuscule creek open of the door and then the warm dash to the front room access before Tut could be stirred from his luxury matted dog bed in the corner. Like a king, or emperor ruling the kitchen and inhabit space. I was leaving half an hour early now, because I knew he woke with the sun through the big methamphetamine hydrochloride wall-windows, and I had to sit in a calm berth on my phone or trying anxiously to take at a bench outside the subway whilst the time went past, and then go to work. I really hated myself, deep down. I felt lonely ; I felt like talking to people always went badly. I'd been trying to solve on it, but being so frighten off meant it took me lifetimes to create the minuscule steps - and that meant, most fourth dimension, it really felt comparable little had changed at all. Tut I had given a little thin blue collar, that hung gently in and amongst his fur. He really was the perfumed thing. But, even as those beedy eyes looked at me in marvel, all I could think about was making him my fucktoy. I wondered what it would deal - I'd seen girl on the internet do it with seemingly no incentive, but then I read a lot about having to use food. Maybe I'd let him cream me on purpose.

The door creaked overt. No - it was locked ! Tut's shadow. I just froze. Tento was still licking my face, and giving out occasional hole ! of hilarity. I couldn't make out Tut's side - but he walked forward, calmly, slowly, with decelerate purpose. I didn't know what he wanted. I was so pall."Come here, boy"I said quietly - so quietly, did I even say it ? A little louder"ejaculate here boy"- and then he'd leapt onto the bed. He was so tall. He was so secure - and handsome. He was twice the sizing of me. Oh god… he dove his nose slowly, almost deliberately, under the bedsheet covering my blue one-half. I didn't understand what was going on. What was he suddenly doing ? And now ? Had I been…

I yelped, a thick red tongue against my crotch. I could feel the stagnant, sour taste of my cunt juices as he licked them up, so eagerly."Tut !"I screamed, I don't know if in rage, in fear, in ecstasy, in despair and fill-in and oh my god, stop. He was so strong. I think I was starting to cry. Would my dog rape me ? I muffled myself with the binding of my hand, but the spare grabbed the fur on his head and held him there. Please, you big boy, stop - don't, don't stop. Tento was still licking my face, and he licked uncomfortably at my palpebra, at the salty rent before they even had a chance to leave. I reached out now and held onto the bedposts ; and suddenly Tut had leapt forward, pushing his face into mine, thrusting at my scummy end with his hips. I could feel each rib through his skin, as I think I pulled his consistency close, then he found himself, and flat coat into me, with swiftness and desperation, pouring his heavy dick into my crotch, and I couldn't breathe. I'd missed something out deliberately in this chronicle ; I had forgotten to myself that this wasn't the first time. All the erotica I'd watched had gotten confused with reality. sexual climax home and spending minute building up the courage to go into the kitchen, and then going to Tut's bed and tickling his head, then his belly - down in the mouth, lower. Had that really happened ? I wanted to go to his bed as he slept and gently suck him off, the mighty emperor being served by his paramour bitch. I do n't like how that sounds.

Tento had to start off and had nowhere to go. Tut didn't care ; he just pounded, caressing into his bitch, his huge body rocking the bed, creaking and shaking, and breaking my tiny trivial body. I slammed back and Forth River against the paries, knocking my head against it, and it cracked, brains and rip spilling out, that's how it felt. My pelvis crushed into junk, it was tight agony, he wound his thick dick into me, joining us, and I just about held on in the middle of the violation, and more than anything I couldn't admit still that I'd bought him just for this ; I'd bought specifically a sometime breeding dog, just in case, just because I thought he might be more sensory then. He didn't handle how much he was fucking me. The bed knocked into the beside board, spilling my rice everywhere, and Tento jumped down to eagerly lick it up. He was still riding, and I realised - he didn't love me ; he just wanted a masturbation toy. I had some chocolates left from the bag and reached for them, as I groaned and he panted and yelped in domination and expiation, growling at his concubine conquest, and I started feeding the chocolates shakily up to him, as he ground away at me, and I was trying to dogsled them into his human face between his growling tooth, trying to get his love like I had Tento's so delicately. Instead all I could really do was weakly thrust back at him with my hips. I tried to latch my legs around his body a few times, but they kept falling back down - I was too small, my hips less wide-eyed than his body, and I just let him sustain going as my eyes rolled back, and so did his - I was vaguely aware of Tento on my face again, and I don't know if I'd jacked him off or what, but I remember his midget peter nerve fucking me, as he jammed it in with go, and all three of us were a bond paper.

The knot was growing in Tut, and I wanted zilch more than to be pregnant with his puppy-babies - he was getting more and more rouse, his cheek screwing up and squinting, and I was in passion with it just then, all my vexation gone, giving myself up to my master - and then Tento, my little Pomeranian, came hot and muggy white cum down my pharynx, as he yipped loudly. Finally Tut howled, and his knot bulged thick and wedged in me, and my body was then hot from the dog seed exploding into my belly all at once. There was panting as they slowed and stopped, and both my boys had conquered me. Tut's heavy torso slumped felicitous on to of me, still in me, crushing me like a immense yellow mantle, as his eyes wavered and then closed in sleep and gratification - and in his little doggy dream my big boy still hammered away at me, now just niggling minor, arching thrusts. I had my weapons system around him and caressed his back, and hugged him close, still knotted. I smiled, and massaged Tento 's head as he curled up on me, the cum pouring from my lips. Then my eyes drifted too, and I blacked out.

I woke up the next day and didn't go into work. I felt ashamed and raw - glad to admit what I'd felt, strange that it had been really. Another day passed, I got the courage to present my click ; they'd slept on the story and bed, Tut on the bed, Tento on the story. I was allowed with the emperor as his concubine on the bed. That was a ridiculous thing to say. I thought that would be the end of all of it ; the following day, I let Tut roll in the hay me from behind. It was very quick ; he woke up, I realised what was going to bump from what he felt and what I really felt, and I bent down and he leapt up. He was just a desperate and dirty little dog, but I loved him. We had a lot more sex in the succeeding few Day and hebdomad, but it felt more born and mature in that time. I changed caper, quitting the one I had. I had no friend there, no sprightliness.

Tento was a lot more reticent and not much into sex - he was too sweet ; I wonder if it was just the excitement the other day that had gotten him into it. Still, I told Tut to leave us be a couple of prison term, and we just hung out, or occasionally I got him to open up - we even went missionary one prison term, and he hammered away all excited and happy, thinking he'd done such a commodity job afterwards. I praised him and rubbed his little drumhead, which he seemed more turn on about than the sex and leaving his small semen in my virgin body, and gave him chocolate treat and we cuddled as I fell asleep to online TV. Tut was a more Stoic man ; he knew his place, and around him I knew his. I didn't know how long such a relationship could last ; though it gave me the bravery to finally get out and try new affair. I love my two boys, my two dogs, and they and their sex changed my life and world ; but I could never share this story with anyone before now. I know what a lot of masses might think ; and I know a lot of people might take things the wrongfulness way. I was lonely and unhappy, and their red dicks gave me a chance. I might even want to admit a homo again someday, if I feel brave enough for it. But not yet. Walking Tut at the ballpark and travelling the city with him has been a ambition. It's a strange, and maybe a lone life, with just my two hound and me, their bitch, but hey, I am a bitch, and I do get and love their cocks - and you can sue me for it .