love ON THE FARM

I was a little get at to experience a routine email from the local agricultural society of which I'm a penis and bill that the sender had failed to use the BCC feature film so there was my personal email name and address openly broadcast to all 150 appendage. Darn ! So I wasn't really very surprised when I received an e-mail a few years later from milo, a farmer and dog- stock breeder whom I knew slightly from ag. order meetings and such.

"I heard somewhere"he stated"that you are looking to obtain a Labradoodle pup. While I don't have any just now, I do have a beautiful, healthy, 3 year old standard size poodle bitch that I'd be prepared to have bred Lab for you. I also have a 2 year old Lab Male with skilful rip lines. If you're matter to, let me eff and you can have number one dibs on the litter."

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

I parked my hopeful red F-150 in the yard beside his levy contraband F-250 and looked around. The house and yard were well-kept, lawns recently mowed, rouge fresh and burnished but no one seemed to be around and no farm dog came to recognise me. Thinking I heard a vox around the barn, I headed that way and soon discovered milo maize leaning on a fencing and watching seven tumid Canis familiaris playing in a two-acre surround enclosure. He greeted me courteously and nodded toward the firedog."They all get a 90 minute of arc run twice per day, but some are a picayune fast-growing toward some others so they have to go out in three groups. get on and I'll show you Duchess."

Duchess, it turned out, was a slightly heavy than common standard size poodle, all tweed with a regal bearing. But she was clearly glad to see milo and me and showed as a hefty, happy, well-trained animal. Reluctantly leaving her pen, we walked through a series of lanes to another bombastic inclosure where four black lab were lolling. They all came toward us at a run and I guessed correctly that the prominent, fastest of the group was"Dickens"proposed fellow to Duchess. A beautiful, satiny black fauna with the felicitous, somewhat over-exuberant personality of many Labs. Milo reached and grabbed Charles Dickens'collar to guide 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 time distant and back to our feet — all in about 30 moment it seemed."He's a healthy one"Milo observed. Dickens, heaving, nudged his nose under my chick and licked my leg.

"Would you like to see the breeding facility ?"milo maize enquired. The facility turned out to be a chill, fenced, high-roofed open building, fresh-smelling with a layer of clean wheat for a floor. Centered, was an unfamiliar musical composition of equipment, its determination becoming plain as we walked secretive to analyze it. Somewhat resembling an open crate made of painted tubular steel loose at one end, it featured a all-embracing leather collar and several leather straps, clearly intended to gently hold back a bitch while she was bred. There was even a leather-padded rest for her Kuki-Chin and a shelf on which rested an motley of application and potions.

milo was standing very close to me as we examined the device and I could finger his trunk heat through the thin out cotton clothes I was wearing. All at once, his mitt was on my ass and his strong arm was turning me towards him. I looked up enquiringly, and he kissed me full-of-the-moon on the back talk. Now, I hadn't really been expecting this and perhaps I should hold been more cautious. But, intent on obtaining a well-bred puppy at a very beneficial price, I had just dived right in.

Certainly Milo was not a bad-looking man in a rustic variety of way. He was absolutely cleanse and fresh-smelling. Even his breathing space and mouthpiece felt fresh and clean, I reflected during the long, draw out kiss. There was no point in struggling or screaming. We were a couple of miles from the nearest neighbor and separated from the road by respective hundred time and multiple edifice. The only problem, I guessed, was that he was my elder by, perhaps 15 years or more.

Still, as the instant dragged on, the bm of his tongue in my backtalk and his hand on my butt became downright arousing. After all, I'm no virgin. I'm a mature lusty dame with to a greater extent than her fair contribution of lusts, desires and fantasies. So, as Milo's hand inched my skirt up and he began to thumb my sensitive spots, I felt the juices begin to run. Milo noticed my damp panties and became bolder, pulling me closelipped so I could feel his rising manhood through the fabric of our clothes.

When, at length, he released his grip on me, I dropped to my knee joint in the delicate straw and tugged off his cowboy kicking. His jeans and underclothes followed allowing his heavily-veined 7 inch cock to natural spring forward. Cupping his exceptionally gravid ball-sac in one hired man and his cock in the early, I began running the tip of my natural language round and stave under the rim of his mushroom cap. He responded almost at once with a bubble of pre-cum for my spit. Bouncing his balls with my entrust hand, I grasped his putz just below the head and pulled downward to open the expansion slot. Burrowing into his cock slot with my knife tip, was rewarded with more down payment of pre-cum. But he'd had sufficiency of my taking the lead.

Lifting me to my base, he turned me around and pushed me forward so I was forced to grab the top bar of the breeding crate. He flipped up my skirt and made my panties disappear, spittle on his manus and began to finger my maw in earnest. I know he had at to the lowest degree 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 orgasm."Maybe you need to turn my breeding squawk"I heard him say, but failed to recognize the significance. With at least three of his fingers firmly planted in my back gob and his early script firmly grasping the backrest of my neck, I mindlessly let him guide 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 back. The endorsement pair of shoulder strap, quickly secured, went across just under my titty and over my back. The wide-eyed collar, clipped to a halo followed. The straps were not tight and didn't hurt. I could be active side to incline and, to an extent, forward and back. I just couldn't turn or escape. In fact, when milo maize reinserted his fingers into me, I kept thrusting back onto his operose hired man and actually whimpered when he withdrew his finger's breadth again.

When the world-class smack of leather struck the exposed form of my sensitive stern, I screamed. I couldn't believe he was actually whipping me with a belted ammunition ! But he did it again ! And again ! Each prison term on a slightly different spot but often hitting right on the frail cutis around my twat. When he stopped, my full rear was burning. The poise application he then applied, served to deoxidize the burn slightly and he worked it thoroughly into my pickle but suddenly I felt pressure level against my opening and I knew it was his big mushroom-shaped cloud node — 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 heard dogs barking somewhere. But now milo's declamatory cock was inside of me and, well-lubricated, I have to acknowledge, it felt just mulct. He went after me methodically ; slow, then fast, approaching with a good twist, then a left field ; thrusting up against my back bone, then standing tall and thrusting down toward my belly. My cernuous tit which had long-since fallen out of the battlefront of my low-necked sundress, swung in counterpoint to his thrusting as I braced myself against his assault on my body trapped inside the breeding pen.

Despite my unenviable place, I orgasmed several times, wafture of rage washables over me each time, and when I sensed Milo switching to the overdrive of his own passion, I couldn't prevent my primitive eubstance from responding yet again and humping back against him within the confines of the crate. I felt the spate of his cum effusion up into me and with a few cobbler's 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 low temperature wiz on my bottom and second joint and heard the sound of a spray can. I smelt an unfamiliar, but strangely musky scent and heard milo cave in a short, sharp whistling."OK, Dickens"he chuckled."It's your turn. Do your thing."

I immediately felt the Lab's cold olfactory organ on my swollen pussy and then paws up on my cheek and back, and the evident feel of his slim cock thrusting enthusiastically into my hole, responding to the powerful breeding bitch-hormones Milo had sprayed all over my rear."milo maize"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 nerve a few fourth dimension with his now-flaccid cock. Meanwhile Dickens was picking up focal ratio and I recalled, with a good deal trepidation, reading that once a big dog is inside a cunt, his tool inflates a great ball at the base to keep him in berth until he's all finished placing his sperm. Indeed, from the pressure level 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 retaliation I would make for upon him, when I realized with even more embarrassment, that my primitive body was responding very positively to Dickens'enthusiastic efforts. The tide rolled in, the pyrotechnic bypass my brain and my loins quivered with passion and pleasure. Even after climaxing multiple times, I was vaguely disappointed when Dickens completed his undertaking and wandered off after a casual poke or two of my pussy. I just hung there on the shoulder strap, spent.

"well, that was certainly something to watch."Milo was all chortle and conviviality as he unbuckled my straps, removed the leash and helped me to my feet. I was trembling and inarticulate and sucked greedily at the body of water bottle he put into my hands."I could see you were having a properly effective meter there and will want to relive it all."And he held up his mobile phone sound to show me the vivid movie of a charwoman, clearly me, in the throes of Passion of Christ as a big, black Labrador, lingua lolling, enthusiastically, Robert William Service her within a professional bitch-breeding crate."This is just my amateur movie, but I had the master breeding tv camera rolling also, so here's a copy of those picture show as well from three different angles."And he thrust a flashing parkway into my handwriting as he escorted me to my hand truck, still standing there in the yard in the fading 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 bass rest for nearly 10 hours. In the break of the day I awoke totally refreshed and kittenish, vaguely mindful of lingering wild ambition. Finished morning undertaking, I inserted the heartbeat drive into my big-screen fresh tv — and there I was in brilliant colouration ! Worse, there was no denying the ecstatic joy reflected on my face and in my animalistic eubstance language. Intending outrage, I could only wonder at the dainty pleasure that came vividly to mind as I watched the low gear 20 minutes of film showing dickens and me locked in bazaar intercourse — and realized I was masturbating myself as I relived the experience.

I fussed and fumed around the house, went external and washed the motortruck, came in and had another shower and finally bowing to the inevitable — sat at my desk and emailed milo maize :"Hey, we didn't land up the inside information for my Labradoodle puppy."

He was right back at me."You're right. Come on over if you like and we'll finish up the contract."It took about 20 minutes, road dust boiling up behind my freshly washed Ford, before I pulled into his yard 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 orderliness form and waited patiently as I read, signed it and wrote him a deposit bank check. Then he rose, assisted me to my infantry and lifted my sparkle dress over my headland. I wasn't wearing any panties.

He dropped his jeans and undies, pulled me close and let me feel his laborious manhood against my tummy, then, cupping my butt brass in his big manus, lifted me and slowly threaded my body back down onto his wet peter. I lifted my wooden leg and locked my mortise joint above his buttocks.

walk across the kitchen with me bouncing, impaled on his peter, milo continued on outside into the bright sunshine and continued across the yard toward his dog facts of life compound. Lifting me off his stopcock, he sat me down in the piano wheat 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 ready assent as he positioned me in the breeding crate and adjusted the strap under my titty and breadbasket and across my back.

I positioned my mentum on the warm padded leather of the sustenance and wriggled my cigarette in prevision of the aplomb musty atomiser which he soon applied copiously to my arse and inner thigh. 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 outback farmstead, naked, out of doorway except for the shake off cap above, yet totally confined by the bars of the breeding crateful and the leather straps supporting yet restraining my torso. I quivered, a bit from fear of what he may accept in depot for me and and quite a bit from sheer anticipation. I could get wind dogs in the distance, no doubt greeting milo as he reached the pen, but otherwise, everything was muted as quiet can only be this far out in the body politic. There was a slight duck soup which made me acutely aware of the potent bitch-in-heat internal secretion now drying coolie on my break rear, the odour of it puckering my nose. I knelt, exposed for what seemed like a very long time. And then I heard Milo returning, oral presentation as though to an animal.

"Steady boy, steady"and suddenly I felt hot breathing place and a assuredness nose probing against my anus."Steady boy, stiff"milo maize chanted."cum and play Honey ”. And there he was, standing taller than me on my knees, a huge Mastiff, possibly two hundred Sudanese pound, I thought."love this is fellow ; Gent this is dear. She'll be your bitch for today ”. blighter gave my human face a friendly lick and reached his headspring inside the crateful to favor my swinging boobs with a series 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 fingers. One, two, three, more salve and one Sir Thomas More finger as he opened me blanket. My whole consistence quivered as my tight petty ass golf hole was stretched all-embracing open and my bosom were rasped by Gent's warm, wet glossa. At last Milo judged I was open enough and called"OK fellow, she's ready for you"and Gand abandoned licking my breast for a more worry part of my anatomy.

He thrust his nose deep between my butt cheeks and into my anus, no doubt checking for the rootage of the bitch-heat he could smell. Then he licked my ass and got himself fix for clientele. At initiatory when blighter heaved himself up onto my cover, I thought I'd collapse under his weight but milo adjusted his front hand onto leather accompaniment built into the crate expressly to protect medium-sized bitches being bred to declamatory father. Despite Milo'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 admit. He took a half 12 short-circuit, dissipated doubtful cam stroke, then pushed in all the way. His tool must hold 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 crease in my tunnel. And that was where it stayed, with fella thrusting as though to go even mysterious while his big nut swelled up to double-size just inside my opening, locking him firmly inside my body.

beingness fucked by a big, experienced bringing up dog is like nothing else in the earthly concern — including being fucked by a big, steamy man. Once his nut expanded inside me, cipher could get it out until he had placed his sperm as far inside of me as he could reach. There was very little"in and out ”, perhaps an inch or so, but the deep thrusts and pulsing turncock sent me almost immediately into a res publica where my mind floated disembarrass of my body watching as I writhed in the straps beneath the mighty mastiff's assault. Few men have ever been able to maneuver their cock past the sharp crook which is located about six in up into my back end love tunnel, and the exquisite torture of his cock forcing past that stenosis and rubbing back and Forth on it brought tears to my oculus as I screamed with pleasure and pain.

I have no idea how long the big Mastiff continued to motor his big prick up inside my physical structure. I was only witting of being driven from one agonized sexual climax to the next, barely mindful that the yell voice in the setting was my own. And then something changed ! Ghent picked up his stride and his swollen hammer grew even magnanimous with the get-go burst of semen. But he had more ! Three more prison term I felt his cock sheik and throw in another load of his cum into me before he stopped thrusting and started licking the back of my neck opening as his nut shrank and he was finally able to pull out of me. And I could cease screech and hang 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 unhorse fall zephyr, I was drenched with perspiration and grateful when Milo returned and began to lap and wipe me down with fine spray from a convenient nozzle. He washed me as he would a dog, sudsing along my prickle, then washing downwards. He even rinsed out my sore erotic love 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 bloke had done. Though he was a big man with a fairly orotund cock, he wasn't as big as the dog, but clearly he was highly stimulated from having watched my performance with the savage and he thrust into me without any preliminaries.

By this time of path, my hole was gaping so his peremptory introduction caused me no irritation 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 on full advantage of his efforts but did try to generate him a fiddling thrust 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 unbelievable"I managed.

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

"I'll need another Bath ”, I thought, but spotting a garden hose near the business firm, just hosed myself off, the cold water feeling in effect on my pelt, even as I douched to get more of the gooey mixed bag 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 dress and puppy contract, a lovely Scotch Collie came bounding up, nose and go after in the air, hard prick swinging below and headed heterosexual for me.

"Neighbour's dog"growled Milo."Damned pain in the neck !"So I continued on in, pulled my unwrinkled dress over my point, straightened my haircloth with my fingers and, with a final exam goodby, picked up my puppy contract bridge and left.

The Collie was still there and still so tidal bore, 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 yard .