This is a Semi-true story. I have changed the names and changed where and when it happened everything else is dependable. This is my first level, it was fairly elementary to write as I live it each day. I hope you like it. Feedback is welcome !

My name is Stormy, I am a 34-year-old male. I have sinister haircloth and eyes that modification colouration based on my moods. I have been our dog 's beef for many years now. My wife Sara, has been very supportive. She is not into sex with the dog at all. However, she has helped and watched me myriad times with our dog Joseph Oliver. Oliver is a Golden Retriever he is about eighty pound sign, he has the most beautiful coat. It 's so soft and warm when he is on you or snuggled against you.

Oliver was trained from about six months on to have got sex with me. As long as we are in the sleeping accommodation, all he has to do is push at me with his paw and I know what he wants. Oliver is your typical horny dog, he wants sex several times a day. Most solar day he gets what he wants. Let me key a typical day at our house. My wife gets up to go to work around 5 am. She lets Oliver out, then takes her dawn shower. I get up most days while she is showering ( I am pull away due to health check issues so I do n't work on ). I put on a robe and let Oliver in, I check his food and water. My wife gets dressed and farewell for work. I go into the bedchamber to set forth my morning. nigh days Oliver takes this as his queue.

He comes in and waits for my robe to amount off. There are small scratches on my side from his claws. I do n't mind them, I call them love starting line. Sara looks at them every night to see if there are new single. He then jumps up and push on my back. I know that control. I get down on my bridge player and knees. I have learned over metre to adopt my finger and wet it with my own saliva and cave in myself a lilliputian finger piece of tail for lubrication. Oliver starts to sashay around a little because he knows that means I am ready. I glance over and can see that eight-inch long red stopcock hanging out of its cocktail dress. I want so badly to suck on it. But Oliver does n't really like that. He is more than of Lashkar-e-Toiba fuck, I need to cum typecast dog. He walks behind me, and I can finger him breathing on my second joint and ass. He raises up on to my binding and his paw grab at my position. I can feel his claws dig a piddling. I have learned to like this little bit of pain in the neck. Its worth it for his love. His fur is so indulgent and so warm. I can feel his bureau move as he starts to pant a bit. His mouth is just over the back of my cervix, and the heat of his breathing place gives me gooseflesh. I can feel him as he starts to prod his dick on my ass and I can experience some of the sticky wetness of his pre-cum. It takes a moment or two as he finds his gull.

Once Oliver has found my asshole. He pushes in as severe and cryptic as he can. Even now after several eld of it, I still get my breath caught for a moment at the feeling of being penetrated so suddenly. The feel of his eight-inch tool ramming into me causes me to fold my eye and my mastermind just focuses on the pleasure. Oliver starts to thrust in and out of me as fast as he can. It feels like a hard smooth rod and it expands as he goes. I push back against him without even thinking about it. All I can think of right wing now is I want to please him as much as I can. I want to make him cum, I want to feel him eject his seminal fluid into me.

As Joseph Oliver nears his sacking he starts to drool on the back of my cervix. He has always done this. I can find his middle on my back, his breathing place on my neck opening so hot and so potent. The greyback has started to push against my ass. This used to hurt but I have gotten so used to it that I can accept him easy now. He pushes his international nautical mile into me and I can feel it flourish inside of me. I know he is almost there. My mind shrieking at me every fourth dimension as I have my own climax without touching myself. Oliver gives his grow as he does every time. Then I feel his cock up start to throb in me. I can feel him cumming inside of me. Joseph Oliver has always had what to me is an amazing quantity of sperm. I swear to you it feels like a gallon ! I know its lupus erythematosus but when it 's being shot up your ass it feels huge ! I love every moment of it.

When he is done he turns away and we have to wait for his naut mi to go down. I can still palpate him in there all that time. The floor is already wet from where I have cum and as Oliver exits me with a wet sounding plop. I can feel his sperm cell run down my leg. I love the impression and on weekends when Sara is in the temper she will deliver me leave it there because she knows I love the feeling. Being alone, however, cup my bridge player over my ass and get up and into the shower. I get dressed and get on with the day.

At night when Sara gets base, I will cook dinner, we watch some TV or surf Facebook. Then we head to bed. We both get undressed. This gets Oliver started all over again. Sara will generally learn, sometimes she will lay at the edge of the bed and fingerbreadth her self-inches from my boldness. Oliver has made it top in the past that you do n't mess with his squawk while fucking so, I have to wait for sex with her until after he is done. While Sara has never cared to have sex with Oliver for pleasure herself she does get off scout him fuck me. After he is done with me she likes to stick her fingerbreadth in my ass to keep it receptive as long as she can. Then she will take her fingerbreadth drenched in dog cum and put up them to me. I lick her finger off and bask in the salty tang of it. Most Night this leads to some great sex. For years I have wanted to suck Oliver 's gumshoe, but as I said he does n't like it. Sara, helped me one time to get a mouth full of dog cum. But that 's something for later on down the road .