beloved ON THE FARM

I was a footling rile to find a routine email from the local anaesthetic agricultural society of which I'm a extremity and notice that the sender had failed to use the BCC feature of speech so there was my personal email savoir-faire openly broadcast to all 150 members. Darn ! So I wasn't really very storm when I received an email a few sidereal day later from milo maize, a farmer and dog- breeder whom I knew slightly from ag. order confluence and such.

"I heard somewhere"he stated"that you are looking to obtain a Labradoodle puppy. While I don't have any just now, I do let a beautiful, healthy, 3 year old standard size poodle beef that I'd be prepared to own bred Lab for you. I also have a 2 year old Lab male with good blood lines. If you're interested, let me know and you can stimulate first dibs on the litter."

I was very occupy having wanted one of these intelligent and beautiful pawl for quite some metre so I emailed right back expressing interest and asking how to continue. He responded, suggesting I come over, see the prospective parents and if satisfied, leave a $ 50 deposit and sign an Order for a puppy to be delivered within 6 month at a cost of $ 200.00. Now that's a very good price for a well-bred pup around here so a couple of hours later, I was pulling into milo maize's yard.

I parked my bright red F-150 in the thou beside his raised contraband F-250 and looked around. The family and yard were well-kept, lawns recently mowed, pigment fresh and bright but no one seemed to be around and no farm dog came to greet me. Thinking I heard a interpreter around the b, I headed that way and soon discovered milo leaning on a fencing and watching seven heavy dogs playing in a two-acre debate enclosure. He greeted me courteously and nodded toward the dogs."They all get a ninety minute run twice per day, but some are a little fast-growing toward some others so they have to go out in three group. issue forth on and I'll show you Duchess."

Duchess, it turned out, was a slightly larger than usual standard size of it poodle, all lily-white with a regal heraldic bearing. But she was clearly happy to see milo and me and showed as a good for you, happy, well-trained fauna. Reluctantly leaving her pen, we walked through a series of lanes to another prominent enclosure where four nigrify labs were lolling. They all came toward us at a run and I guessed correctly that the largest, quickest of the group was"Dickens"proposed mate to Duchess. A beautiful, slick black fauna with the glad, somewhat over-exuberant personality of many Labs. Milo reached and grabbed devil'arrest to point him out of the pen into the fenced laneway where we stood. Dickens immediately took off at a idle run to the far end of the laneway about 200 metre distant and back to our understructure — all in about 30 seconds it seemed."He's a healthy one"milo maize observed. Dickens, panting, nudged his nose under my skirt and licked my leg.

"Would you like to see the breeding quickness ?"milo maize enquired. The readiness turned out to be a cool, fenced, high-roofed undetermined building, fresh-smelling with a layer of clean straw for a floor. Centered, was an unfamiliar piece of equipment, its purpose becoming ostensible as we walked close to try out it. Somewhat resembling an open air crate made of multi-colored tube-shaped steel open at one end, it featured a extensive leather collar and respective leather strap, clearly intended to gently restrain a bitch while she was bred. There was even a leather-padded residual for her chin and a shelf on which rested an classification of lotions and potions.

Milo was standing very close to me as we examined the device and I could feel his organic structure passion through the thin cotton wool dress I was wearing. All at once, his script was on my ass and his strong arm was turning me towards him. I looked up enquiringly, and he kissed me full on the lips. Now, I hadn't really been expecting this and perhaps I should have been more cautious. But, intent on obtaining a well-bred puppy at a very good Mary Leontyne Price, I had just dived right in.

Certainly milo maize was not a bad-looking man in a rustic sort of way. He was absolutely clean and fresh-smelling. Even his intimation and sass felt refreshed and clean, I reflected during the hanker, protracted kiss. There was no degree in struggling or screaming. We were a twain of miles from the cheeseparing neighbor and separated from the road by various hundred metre and multiple buildings. The only trouble, I guessed, was that he was my elder by, perhaps 15 long time or more.

Still, as the moments dragged on, the movement of his tongue in my sass and his hand on my butt became downright arousing. After all, I'm no Virgo. I'm a mature lusty lady with more than her funfair parcel of lecherousness, desires and fantasies. So, as Milo's mitt inched my skirt up and he began to finger my sensitive dapple, I felt the juices begin to flow. Milo noticed my damp scanty and became bolder, pulling me ending so I could feel his rising manhood through the cloth of our clothes.

When, at length, he released his traction on me, I dropped to my knees in the soft straw and tugged off his cowboy bang. His jeans and underwear followed allowing his heavily-veined 7 inch prick to spring forward. Cupping his exceptionally expectant ball-sac in one hand and his cock in the early, I began running the tip of my natural language round and round under the rim of his mushroom cloud cap. He responded almost at once with a guggle of pre-cum for my tongue. Bouncing his globe with my left hand, I grasped his cock just below the head and pulled downward to open up the time slot. Burrowing into his stopcock slot with my tongue tip, was rewarded with more deposits of pre-cum. But he'd had enough of my taking the lead.

Lifting me to my pes, 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 doll and made my panties disappear, spit on his hand and began to thumb my golf hole in earnest. I know he had at to the lowest degree three of his big finger inside of me, thrusting and pushing deep, again and again until I began to gasp and cry in a building climax."Maybe you need to go my breeding bitch"I heard him say, but failed to agnize the implication. With at least three of his finger's breadth firmly planted in my back muddle and his other paw firmly grasping the vertebral column of my neck opening, I mindlessly let him guide me down and forward into the big breeding crate.

The crossing straps were quickly and expertly secured across under my belly and across my back. The arcsecond twain of shoulder strap, quickly secured, went across just under my breasts and over my back. The wide-cut shoe collar, clipped to a ringing followed. The shoulder strap were not blind drunk and didn't hurt. I could move side to incline and, to an extent, forward and back. I just couldn't spell or escape. In fact, when milo maize reinserted his fingers into me, I kept thrusting back onto his hard handwriting and actually whimpered when he withdrew his fingers again.

When the low smack of leather struck the disclose bod of my sensitive fundament, I screamed. I couldn't believe he was actually whipping me with a belt ! But he did it again ! And again ! Each time on a slightly dissimilar spot but often hitting right on the delicate cutis around my pussy. When he stopped, my entire ass was burning. The aplomb application he then applied, served to reduce the burn slightly and he worked it thoroughly into my muddle but suddenly I felt atmospheric pressure against my first step and I knew it was his big mushroom knob — and I knew that node was going to plunge into my anus with the unstopability of an engine piston. And it did !

I screamed again. And heard frump barking somewhere. But now Milo's great cock was inside of me and, well-lubricated, I have to admit, it felt just OK. He went after me methodically ; slow, then fast, approaching with a right twist, then a left ; thrusting up against my back bone, then standing tall and thrusting down toward my belly. My pendulous tit which had long-since fallen out of the front of my low-cut sundress, swung in counterpoint to his poking as I braced myself against his Assault on my body trapped inside the breeding pen.

Despite my embarrassing placement, I orgasmed several times, Wave of passion washing over me each time, and when I sensed milo switching to the overdrive of his own Passion of Christ, I couldn't prevent my primitive body from responding yet again and humping back against him within the confines of the crateful. I felt the charge of his cum gush up into me and with a few last grunt 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 frigidness sensation on my bottomland and thigh and heard the sound of a spray can. I smelt an unfamiliar, but strangely musky olfactory sensation and heard Milo give a brusk, sharp whistle."OK, Dickens"he chuckled."It's your go. Do your thing."

I immediately felt the Lab's cold nozzle on my swollen pussy and then paws up on my buttocks and back, and the plain flavor of his slender putz 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 boldness a few times with his now-flaccid cock. Meanwhile Dickens was picking up amphetamine and I recalled, with very much trepidation, reading that once a big dog is inside a bitch, his hammer inflates a big bollock at the base to keep him in place until he's all finished placing his sperm. Indeed, from the pressure inside of me, there was no doubt that was what Dickens had done.

I was furious with milo maize with the stunt he had pulled on me and was mentally planning the revenge I would wreak upon him, when I realized with even more embarrassment, that my rude body was responding very positively to Dickens'enthusiastic endeavor. The lunar time period rolled in, the pyrotechnic get around my brainpower and my loins quivered with passion and pleasure. Even after climaxing multiple clip, I was vaguely disappointed when Dickens completed his job and wandered off after a perfunctory lick or two of my kitty. I just hung there on the strap, spent.

"Well, that was certainly something to watch."milo maize was all chuckles and joviality as he unbuckled my straps, removed the collar and helped me to my feet. I was trembling and inarticulate and sucked greedily at the water system bottleful he put into my hands."I could see you were having a right on effective fourth dimension there and will want to relive it all."And he held up his cell sound to register me the lifelike movie of a woman, clearly me, in the throes of passion as a big, black Labrador, tongue lolling, enthusiastically, services her within a professional bitch-breeding crate."This is just my amateur movie, but I had the professional fostering cameras rolling also, so here's a written matter of those films as well from three different angles."And he thrust a trashy drive into my hired hand as he escorted me to my hand truck, still standing there in the pace 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 deep slumber for nearly 10 hours. In the morning I awoke totally refreshed and frisky, vaguely cognizant of lingering raging dreaming. Finished morn tasks, I inserted the flash campaign into my big-screen smart tv — and there I was in brilliant colour ! Worse, there was no denying the ecstatic delight reflected on my face and in my animalistic body speech communication. Intending indignation, I could only wonder at the exquisite pleasure that came vividly to beware as I watched the first 20 minutes of film showing Dickens and me locked in fair intercourse — and realized I was masturbating myself as I relived the experience.

I fussed and fumed around the menage, went out of doors and washed the motortruck, came in and had another shower bath and finally bowing to the inevitable — sat at my desk and emailed Milo :"Hey, we didn't finish the point for my Labradoodle puppy."

He was rectify back at me."You're right. get on over if you like and we'll finish up the contract."It took about 20 second, road junk boiling up behind my freshly washed Ford, before I pulled into his yard and parked once again beside his big, glossy F-250.

milo maize was quite business-like as we sat at the table in the big farm kitchen. He handed me the standard puppy order variety and waited patiently as I read, signed it and wrote him a depositary cheque. Then he rose, assisted me to my feet and lifted my light apparel over my head. I wasn't wearing any panties.

He dropped his dungaree and undies, pulled me airless and let me finger his hard humanness against my tum, then, cupping my tail cheeks in his big custody, lifted me and slowly threaded my eubstance back down onto his wet cock. I lifted my legs and locked my ankle joint above his buttocks.

walking across the kitchen with me bouncing, impaled on his peter, Milo continued on outside into the bright sunniness and continued across the yard toward his dog fostering compound. Lifting me off his prick, he sat me down in the sonant straw 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 gear up assent as he positioned me in the fosterage crate and adjusted the straps under my breast and tummy and across my back.

I positioned my Kuki-Chin on the warm padded leather of the backup and wriggled my prat in prediction of the aplomb musty sprayer which he soon applied copiously to my backside and inner second joint. Opening my ass a bit with his fingers, he sprayed more inside. And then he went away !

As I knelt there, I realized I was at a removed farm-place, naked, out of doors except for the shed roof above, yet totally confined by the streak of the breeding crate and the leather straps supporting yet restraining my body. I quivered, a bit from fear of what he may have in store for me and and quite a bit from sheer anticipation. I could hear dogs in the distance, no doubt greeting milo maize as he reached the pens, but otherwise, everything was quiet as quiet can only be this far out in the area. There was a slight breeze which made me acutely cognizant of the stiff bitch-in-heat hormone now drying cooly on my uncover butt, the smell of it puckering my nose. I knelt, exposed for what seemed like a very long clock time. And then I heard Milo returning, speaking as though to an animal.

"Steady boy, firm"and suddenly I felt hot breath and a cool nose probing against my anus."Steady boy, steady"Milo chanted."Come and come across dear ”. And there he was, standing taller than me on my stifle, a huge Mastiff, possibly two hundred Irish punt, I thought."Honey this is bloke ; chap this is Honey. She'll be your squawk for today ”. lad gave my face a friendly lick and reached his head inside the crateful to privilege my swinging boobs with a serial of wet licks as well.

Meanwhile milo was meddlesome behind me. He first slathered my ass with a slippery salve and worked it into me with his fingers. One, two, three, more balm and one Sir Thomas More finger as he opened me wide. My whole body quivered as my tight little ass kettle of fish was stretched wide open up and my chest were rasped by Gent's warm, wet tongue. At lastly milo maize judged I was open enough and called"okay fellow, she's ready for you"and Gent abandoned licking my white meat for a more concern section of my anatomy.

He thrust his intrude deep between my butt impertinence and into my anus, no doubt checking for the root of the bitch-heat he could smell out. Then he licked my ass and got himself ready for business. At first when Gent heaved himself up onto my back, I thought I'd crash under his weight but milo maize adjusted his front paws onto leather supports built into the crateful expressly to protect moderate-size bitches being bred to larger sires. Despite milo maize's stretching and all the lube, Gent's cock felt very heavy as he forced it into me and I spread my genu as far as the crate would allow. He took a half dozen short, fast provisionary strokes, then pushed in all the way. His cock must have been at half mast when I saw it while he was licking my titty. Now it felt about 8 inches or more, sliding all the way up and around the twist in my tunnel. And that was where it stayed, with Gent 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.

Being fucked by a big, experienced raising dog is like nothing else in the world — including being fucked by a big, horny man. Once his nut expanded inside me, nil could get it out until he had placed his sperm cell as far inside of me as he could strain. There was very piddling"in and out ”, perhaps an column inch or so, but the cryptical thrusts and pulsing cock sent me almost immediately into a country where my mind floated gratis of my body watching as I writhed in the strap beneath the mighty mastiff's assault. Few men have ever been capable to maneuver their cock past the sharp bit which is located about six inches up into my can dear tunnel, and the exquisite straining of his cock forcing past that stricture and rubbing back and Forth on it brought tears to my optic as I screamed with joy and pain.

I have no theme how long the big Mastiff continued to drive his big cock up inside my physical structure. I was only conscious of being driven from one agonized sexual climax to the adjacent, barely aware that the cry part in the setting was my own. And then something changed ! cuss picked up his step and his swollen shaft grew even larger with the first burst of semen. But he had more ! Three more times I felt his cock swell and inject another incumbrance 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-bodied to rip out of me. And I could stop screaming 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 lighter fall breeze, I was drenched with sweat and grateful when Milo returned and began to rinse and wipe me down with fine spray from a convenient schnoz. He washed me as he would a dog, sudsing along my spine, then washing downwards. He even rinsed out my sore love hollow, but if I thought he was going to let me go, I realized I was wrong when he again poured and massaged lotion into me, then mounted me much as fella had done. Though he was a big man with a fairly large cock, he wasn't as big as the dog, but clearly he was highly stimulated from having watched my public presentation with the brute and he thrust into me without any preliminaries.

By this time of line, my hole was gaping so his peremptory introduction caused me no discomfort 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 to the full advantage of his movement but did try to break him a little push back. I'm not sure he noticed. He was so up he just needed to fuck, which he did, getting off with about five proceedings of vigorous humping.

He stood there and wiped himself off before releasing me from the crate and impart me an arm as I stood unsteadily to my feet."That was incredible"I managed.

"sword lily to oblige"he grinned."Anytime. Always have at least one studhorse needing an outing."And we started back toward the farmhouse. Naked, I felt rivulets of cum — man and dog — streaming down my legs. I stopped and looked down to see it puddling around my articulatio talocruralis before it slowly seeped into the hard-packed earth of the path.

"I'll need another bath ”, I thought, but spotting a garden hose near the house, just hosed myself off, the cold water system feeling full on my skin, even as I douched to get more of the gooey mixture out of me. But even with all the washing, some of the bitch-heat must give birth lingered on me because just as I was about to enter the farm family to retrieve my dress and puppy contract, a lovely Scotch Collie came bounding up, nose and tail in the air, hard cock swinging below and headed straight for me.

"neighbour's dog"growled milo maize."Damned pain !"So I continued on in, pulled my unwrinkled clothes over my promontory, straightened my hairsbreadth with my fingers and, with a final good-bye, picked up my puppy contract bridge and left.

The Collie was still there and still so eager, 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 1000 .