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

We moved recently into this lovely bungalow, and now I primarily work from home. Most Clarence Day, I'm in my office with Bruno in his corner or at my feet.

It was just Bruno and me now, two individuals completely tuned in to each other's pauperization and desires. Sexually, there was never any dubiousness when Saint Bruno wanted me. If I were at my desk, he would part my thigh and snuggle his head between my legs ; if I were standing, he would push his nose between my thighs and begin sniffing or back me against the wall and head start rubbing my soft, sensitive mound with his nose.

Bruno was a expectant, usually playful, loving dog. Though he occasionally displayed human-like caliber and aspect, he could be demanding and sometimes roughly with me as if forgetting that I was a human female. Always the alpha, Bruno knew I was his, and my scent when he was near me on some primordial level always signaled my willingness and readiness to be with him. If I were involved in something else or on a sound call option or whatever, it did not deter him from wanting to fulfil 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 spot floor, still quivering from a gut-wrenching orgasm 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 qualities onto an fauna. All I can say is, believe what you will, but"a male person is a manful regardless of species. A strong, forceful alpha male demonstrates the like characteristics and qualities, whether human or canine."

*****

After we moved out of the business firm I shared with Michael, Bruno had seemed to calm down and no thirster followed me around, constantly watching me, making sure I didn't get too far away from him. When Michael began stopping by the bungalow, Bruno's sensitiveness were heightened ; his obvious distrust of Michael was obvious. It was almost as if Michael were another male dog sniffing around Giordano Bruno's bitch.

Michael, my ex-boyfriend, and I surprisingly still verbalize and had even slept together a few multiplication since I had broken up with him. He didn't come to the bungalow often, but I remember the first clock time he visited, he put Saint Bruno in the rachis bedroom, and I let him out after Michael had left. Bruno was an intelligent animal, who I have no doubtfulness sensed what Michael and I had done. When Michael left, Saint Bruno came after me making me get on my manus and knees, lower my headway, and upgrade my pussy. When I was in locating, Bruno came forcefully inside me, mixing his cum with Michael's.

A few workweek later, Michael came over again, and Bruno began barking and growling from the second he saw him. Michael managed to get Bruno of Toul into the back bedchamber despite Bruno resisting and pulling away from him. Later that Nox, When Michael was preparing to leave, without thinking, I let 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 bear on Michael aside, I'm sure Leo IX would cause given him a more severe bite.

That night after I had showered and was preparing to get into bed, Bruno came up behind me and pushed me down onto my knees next to the side of the bed."Bruno ! occlusive, what are you doing ?"I turned to look at him and made to stand up when he began to snarl and record his teeth. Scared, I knew what he wanted and lowering myself back down onto my knee, bent over the sharpness of the bed. .. he was going to have a go at it me. It was during this"retaliation"fuck that he did me in the ass for the foremost time. He had tried to before, but I had always been able-bodied to keep it, but this time naught that I did could stop over him, and in all money plant, I think I was afraid that he might bruise me if I kept resisting him. It was as if he was going to demo me whose bitch I was and who this pussy and ass belonged to.

I could feel him behind me, poking and prodding for entry, then screamed in annoyance and surprise when without monition, he plunged inside me. I felt as if I were being ripped in two. Not even Michael had ever had anal retentive sex with me, and here I was on my genu bent over with a huge German Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr. pounding into my no longer virgin ass. I tried reaching back with my manus, trying to push him off, and he gripped my neck opening in his huge mouth, clearly indicating he would endure no ohmic resistance. I stopped struggling and submissively lowered my head to the bed and cried. I could feel Bruno's warm fur against my rear, his hard-muscled body thrusting against my ass buttock, his swollen, flagitious hammer inch by edge working its way past my sphincter and thick inside my shadow, slopped communication channel. After a patch, the pain dulled, and a warm, tingling adept began to spring up and open. I could experience prickly sense impression of joy move between my peg, up to my stomach, and down the spinal column of my second joint. I reached my finger down and began to rub myself and insert my fingers into my cunt, and just when I thought I couldn't tie-up anymore, my orgasm broke free and washed through my consistence in strong waves.

"Bruno of Toul. .. Oh my God, Bruno,"I mumbled as my anus involuntarily contracted around Giordano Bruno's cock, 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 impel his Calidris canutus inside me. The panic and fear gradually rose, and then a sharp-worded nip on my shoulder when I tried to root for away from him. I was now hysterically crying as Bruno adjusted his footing, tightened his grip around my waistline, and pushed his knot inside me in a series of intemperately thrusts.

The painfulness was excruciating, and I mercifully closed my eyes as ardent shadow enveloped me.

When I came to, Bruno was still inside me but not moving. I could feel the warm, wetness gushing out of his cock, filling my rectum with each pulse of his gnarl, and I orgasmed again as I lay under him. As he continued to ejaculate into me, I was filled to overflowing and could feel the escaping cum leak out and drip down my thigh. I was tied to St. Bruno for almost XV minutes before he was able to draw out himself free. I slumped onto the base next to the bed and curled into a foetal place, too fag and emotionally spent to move.

After cleaning himself, Bruno came over to me, where I still lay on the base 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 thirdly time that night, I grabbed handful 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 nude, cum-covered eubstance with a blanket, and as I fell into an exhausted sleep, Bruno climbed onto the bed next to me.

Michael didn't come by again after that.

*****

Leo IX and I had been living in the cottage for almost three months. I was his and only his. Working from home made my life flexible, and at least once a day, we would take the air one of the deserted lead in the low hills behind the house, and sometimes we would stop at one of the scenic residual bit. Usually, I tried to walk at a time during the day when there wouldn't be many the great unwashed around so I could cuddle with him and stroke his sheath without worrying about people passing by. Despite trying to be careful, occasionally, he would set out to whiff me in front of other masses, which was embarrassing and exciting at the same time. In all satinpod, at multiplication like these, if I could have, I would have spread my ramification for him and let him induce his way. As it usually worked out, though, we'd go direct home, and as soon as we were through the breast door, I'd get on my genu and present myself to him.

*****

For the nigh persona, I was happy, but I still sometimes had thoughts that something was legal injury with what I was doing. I had read articles and even listened to podcasts where some people said what I was doing with Bruno of Toul was, of all matter, brute abuse, cruelty to animals. idiotic. .. these people didn't know or understand what they were talking about, but it still made me doubtfulness myself. When I felt in this modality, I'd look over at St. 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 neck 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 boob were becoming swollen and painfully bid to the touch sensation. When I started feeling nauseating 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 have happened. It had been almost a month and a half since the live on time I had had sex with Michael. My thinker screamed that it was Michael's baby. Still, my nitty-gritty in some perverted way wanted it to be Bruno's seed growing inside me. Even though intellectually, I knew a dog could not knock up a womanhood, and yet I couldn't seem to shake the irrational, confused, insane thought.

I was so disconnected, I couldn't think clearly. I began to call up I was going crazy, so demented, I was afraid to see a doctor for reverence 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 endocrine and phenomes, I was in a constant state of arousal, which naturally excited Bruno. My soundbox was changing. My cunt lips were swollen and protruding, separated so that my clitoris was visibly engorged and prominent. Right away, Bruno of Toul sensed something was different and became more heedful, possessive, and sexually demanding. Whenever given the opportunity, Giordano Bruno loved having his schnozzle between my wooden leg, sniffing, and licking the ample, clear, sticky fluid that seemed to glint and cover my slit. He loved the sense of smell and consistency of it and would work out and tongue me giving me orgasm after orgasm until I became sore and pushed him away.

Bruno would buck my step-in away in his turmoil, so I stopped wearing panty when I was at house. Without much word of advice other than his whining and aggressively sniffing me, he would put his paws on my back and begin to fuck me, and after a few attempts, he would detect what he wanted and accede me. Bruno would have it away and hurtle into me furiously, holding me possessively around the waist, going faster until with respective hard, deep thrusts, I would palpate the warmness of his cum as it drenched the walls of my pregnant pussy.

The fact that I had begun to show, that my stomach was becoming libertine and my pap full and heavy did not deter him from continuing to checkmate with me once, twice a day. Bruno knew how he liked it, and once he had mounted me, he would adjust his body so that he was comfortably in his favored attitude. With me on my articulatio genus, my speed body on the bed, my taut belly hanging down, St. Bruno would ease his rooster into my dampness, warm niggardness. Holding on to me, Saint Bruno would pump his pecker in and out, working deeper until he had it in as far as he could get it.

After finding his"fresh blot,"he'd continue to fuck into me until he began shooting cum inside me, and then he would concenter on getting his nautical mile inside me. Sometimes he would become jolting and concord me tighter, desperate to get his knot in my snatch. While weakly struggling with him, I would say,"Bruno, Oh Bruno. .. stop consonant. .. stop,"as he pushed his greyback against my bitch lips until he was finally capable to operate it inside me. He gradually stopped moving but held onto me, keeping me still as his knot kept pulsing and sending semen inside me.

It was almost like being with a man.

*****

As I grew bigger, I did eventually go to see Dr. Jamison for a prenatal checkup. After listening to Dr. Jamison harangue me for not coming in as soon as I suspected, I was pregnant ; he gave me a sodding checkup. I was already into my one-fourth month, which coincided perfectly with the last time I had been with Michael. Dr. Jamison's examination showed that everything was fine ; no abnormality in the babe's body or vital fluids indicating any strange problems. The baby and I were in beneficial wellness, and Dr. Jamison assured me it was okay to continue what I was doing. proceed working if that's what I felt like doing, drill a minuscule every day, eat a good dieting, and continue to be sexually participating if it were comfortable.

As I drove 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 initiative time with him, the number 1 knotting, and at that thought, I could sense my purulent begin to pleasantly ache and quiver and the increasing dampness between my ramification. I needed to be with him and could hardly wait to get home.

*****

I know it probably sounds like all we did was accept sex, but it wasn't like that. Don't get me untimely, the sex was always phenomenal, but I did make a life to lead, a job to do, and bills to pay. Like to the highest degree people, my day was taken up just going through the ritual of life, but I had Giordano Bruno, unlike most citizenry. For as yearn as I had known him, he had been friendly, impregnable, intelligent, and protective, sometimes seeming almost man. As the old cliché goes, Bruno gave me unconditional making love, and it was to him that I turned not only for sexual satisfaction but for emotional support.

One evening, I felt particularly down after spending over an hour on the phone, arguing with Michael, the founding father of my child.

"Yeah, right ! I think the more authoritative doubt is, whose baby is it ? Mine or Giordano 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 first place.

"You're derisory, Michael, I said indignantly. .. of trend this is your babe. I'm almost five months gone, and it 's been five months since we were together the in conclusion 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 exact that baby, you better mean again or bring out some DNA proof."

"Go to perdition, Michael,"I screamed into the sound before hanging up.

I sank onto the sofa, softly crying when Bruno of Toul came and sat next to me. He looked up at me with those beautiful, tender John Brown middle before lowering his head word onto my lap. Working his olfactory organ under the loose-fitting nightshirt I was wearing, he began licking at my belly and nipples.

Oh God, it felt so good. I started to moan and closed my eyes. Feeling the increasing moisture between my leg, I spread them wider so that Bruno could have easier admission. Moving his head lower, he went straight to my clit ; I swear it felt like an electric sizzle going through me. Bruno brought me to orgasm several time before I stretched out on the sofa with him next to me and fell asleep.

*****

During my seventh month, I felt good, happy, sizable, and so horny.

As I sat on the exam mesa during my scheduled checkup, I mentioned the issue of constant hot pants to Dr. Jamison, who had looked at me and smiled, saying it was perfectly rule. Sex and resulting orgasm actually released hormones into my body that gave me a feeling of wellbeing. Dr. Jamison also added that if my collaborator and I were comfortable having sex, then, by all means, continue, just keeping in mind not to be too rough.

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

"Yes, Dr. Jamison, thank you,"I replied, smiling inwardly to myself, wondering what the good Doctor would say if he knew my partner was a huge German language Alan Shepard who gave me the best sex I had ever had.

*****

During that finally calendar month or so of my maternity, sentence seemed to crawl as my delivery particular date drew faithful. One unexpected, shiny blot was when out of the blue, Michael called.

"Hey, Traci. Thinking about you and knew it should be getting near to your clip. 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 fine,"I said.

"Traci, I know I've been acting like an ass, but despite everything that's happened between us, I want you to make out I still care about you and just wanted to state 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 know we can still be friends."

"Alright. .. I need to go, but detain in spot and name if you need me,"Michael said again before ending the call.

It was good to have it off that I could depend on Michael if I needed to, but it was more pander to get laid that Bruno was here with me.

One afternoon, feeling a little exhaust, I lay down on the sofa for a quick nap. I'm not sure how foresighted I lay there but was awakened by the warm, roughness of Saint Bruno's lingua licking across my well up ultra-sensitive nipples, lapping up the drops of milk that beaded at the tips. Bruno moved down between my legs wanting to climb on me, but I stopped him and instead reached under him and began to stroke his treasure. At my hint, his tool slideway out of its sheath and immediately began to arise enceinte and harder, the Burgundy wine red tip jerk, bobbing up and down, seeping dog cum. I eased his shaft into my mouth. I loved Bruno's cock and sucked his bollock as he whined, whimpered, and tried to have it away my mouth. After a few minutes of my worshiping his turncock, Bruno began to spew cum into my mouth and down my throat.

Later that evening, after watching a movie, I got up and went into the kitchen to straighten out up before going to bed. Standing at the sink, Leo IX came up and grabbed me around my hips, and urged me down onto the floor. Licking my bosom and stomach, Bruno moved behind me, his hot, long spit working itself inside me. He mounted me, gripping me under my arms, instinctively being careful of my rounded belly. Even though I was enceinte because of the sister, Bruno was still braggy than me, and once he mounted me, it was difficult for me to move around too much under him. I was already sopping wet, and he easily slipped his fully tumid cock inside me and immediately began fucking me. I could sense him inside me, feel his cock rubbing against my womb, and feel the pressure and the joy of him claiming me.

As he stroked into me, I realized that as my pregnancy had progressed and my trunk and demeanour had changed, in a way, so had Bruno's. I don't know how to describe it, but it was as if Bruno, this large, muscular, sexually alpha male, could sense my moods, and sometimes when he took me, it was with a slow, gentle copulation and not the phrenetic dog fucking that had been usual other on.

He was getting bigger inside me, and suddenly he exploded, making me orgasm along with him, making my kitty liquidity crisis and contract around his dick, milking cum from him.

"Bruno,"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 tough and spurting cum. Still, behind me, he began to poke into for my anus, and finding it, eased inside me and began again taking what he wanted as his warmly spent cum dripped out of my pussycat. This metre I could feel his knot, stretching me, entering me. .. and then Saint Bruno was inside me. He was cumming in emphatic spurts sending his cum deep inside my rectum with each condensation of his knot. It seemed as if we were tied for a long clip, but when his knot had finally decreased in size, with a popping sound, he pulled free, releasing a flood of cum that poured out of me.

*****

A few Clarence Day later, I woke during the Night, not feeling quite right on. I gingerly got out of bed, walked cautiously to the bathroom, and then slipped back into bed. The following clock time I awoke, I felt even bad, and as I started to walk across the elbow room, I suddenly felt a gush of liquid run down my branch and kitty on the floor. It took a moment for it to register what was happening, and in that metre, St. Bruno had jumped up and now stood beside me, looking worried.

"well, Bruno, I think this is it."

Of all multitude, my first base impulse was to call Michael.

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

"hello. .. Hello,"Michael said, still half asleep.

"Michael, I'm sorry, but I didn't know who else to call. 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 awake. Go and unlock the movement door so I can get in, and then get off your base. I'm leaving now."

Sure enough, Michael was there within the time of day. When he came through the room access, Michael said he was on sentry duty for St. Bruno, but Bruno of Toul only looked up at him and stepped aside, as if he sensed Michael was there to facilitate me.

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

*****

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

Not long after our relocation, Michael got a female for St. Bruno. Bruno was a bit standoffish at first but eventually got with her and produced a bedding of five beautiful pup after a duo of months. I think Michael had hoped the female 's presentation would draw Leo IX's attending from me, but all it did was provide Bruno with two pussycat to divine service and fulfill him, one man and one eye tooth.

As time went on, it seemed the hostility between Michael and St. Bruno lessened, and the three of us began an exciting and satisfying arrangement. Michael and I explored each other's phantasy and fetich and actually made some of them real. I saw and learned about the sexual side of Michael that I never knew existed. I think the most surprising affair was discovering how a lot Michael enjoyed watching St. Bruno 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 Same night.

Our lifestyle is not for everyone, but for those who truly know who they are and what they want, the worked up and physical love from a man and a dog is the best of both worlds .