My figure is Junjio. I'm 34, and live alone in a small Yeddo flat. A lot of the days go by quick, working, and then the evenings slow and damp. I've been lonely a long sentence, with no real family unit nearby, or contact with acquaintance or a boyfriend for a duet of twelvemonth now. It's like this for a lot of city indweller in advanced Japan. It got so bad for me, that I found myself going sick, thinking all sorts of unusual thought process, getting lost in my own outer space for ages, and eventually I bought a house pet. I didn't really like animals growing up, but I thought if there weren't going to be people in my life right now, at least I could get an animal.



At for the first time I got a big English mastiff, a strong dog to create me experience safe at home. He had thick musculus, little fur, and black vacant eyes, with a serious and set formula always on his face to equal. He was to make me feel safe, I repeated to myself when picking him out nervously at the local breeder…but from the beginning he was so much braggy than me. Trying to pull on his lead as I walked him back to my apartment through the bustling city, he just seemed to have a mind of his own, his oral sex and gaze somewhere else, and he moved only when he wanted. His midst red apprehend never even seemed to move when I pulled, that's how weak I felt. I'm quite a midget girl, still pretty and youthful-looking at my age - I feel much new, always - with my hair long and a interference fringe just above my eyes. I got quite stymie standing there in the city nerve center, as he kept stopping, and I waited for him to want to move again ; I knew my cheeks were flushing a burning red, and maybe multitude stared. I would lightly pat him on the headspring every now and then in these present moment, to ease my own nerves and relieve oneself it attend like I was still in ascendency, that there was a reason for this, even if it was in the middle of a busy walkway, but I'm mentation that now and it doesn't even make any sense.

Now I had frightened nights at dwelling ; Tut - I named him - would stand in shadows, and I'd curl up behind my back, having forgotten to keep out the bedroom doorway, praying he wouldn't come closer, and looking after him after he'd leftfield, wondering if I shouldn't follow. I left his nutrient bowl by the door, and started eating breakfast in my lock in elbow room, trough of pre-made rice on the bedside storage locker. He was so tall ; up to just beneath my breasts when he stood really proud. I'd never felt that feeling of loneliness more profoundly, and the fear so tangible in my apartment as I did then. My flat is only a few rooms, and each quite diminished too ; his presence and shadow took up so much of that space.

I got myself a little Pomeranian Quaker, because I was terrified, just the adjacent day, panicking - and more than ever I needed that friend. Tento was the most adorable and poofy little thing I've ever owned, and he could just eat me rectify up - quite big for this breed, though still very small. My sec friend - I couldn't just rid of Tut, what an atrocious individual that would make me, I could never let an animal get hurt, or anyone - would curve asleep on my belly and was so lightsome he rose and sank as I breathed. We ate berry and I gave him fiddling doggie hot chocolate treats the size of his midget lip that he gobbled up, and would then yip up and bounce around the way. He made me giggle and smile, and rosiness and knot back my hair behind my ear. I knew I'd bought two male, and I didn't really eff much about dogs - were they alphas, I worried, and would they campaign for control condition of the apartment - but I'd always preferred the caller of male child at school and even later at work, just for some reason. That's what I told myself. I don't really cognize if that was a conscious decisiveness or not. I loved to make Tento feel good ; I would scrape up his little head, and he'd yip and get as close as he could to a barque, and sump into my belly, with his eyes rolling up into his head and his little tongue hanging out as he panted softly and eventually gave in to being just wonderfully happy.

We were alone in my room one eventide, 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 evening in the dark, me otiose and scrolling through sociable metier, laughing at the smallest adept things I could notice - scrolling quickly past the distressing or annoyance ( unless they really grabbed my annoyed tending ) - with my pyjama buttons undone. I sprinkled some drinking chocolate kickshaw for Tento onto my belly and boob as a shell for him to pick 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 movement, but I'd felt so awful and vicious -"I'm so disconsolate, my big, strong boy ! Oh, I'm sorry, Tento, sorry, sorry !"and I stroked his head furtively, dread I'd hurt him. He seemed annoyed almost - I didn't know what to do, but then he'd forgotten it and was licking deep brown off my breast and titty again."EEK"I shuddered, muffling myself with the back of my hand. I couldn't push him off ; he just went away, picking off cocoa with nonchalance, with all his glad care and interest on that humble task. I had to admit something awful ; I knew why I was buying those dog…. No, that wasn't it. I panted minor and childishly, far too loudly, as Tento, picked up every stopping point one, and after the finish I pulled him straight in and close down, and held him close to my grimace, whispering good boy, good boy, secretly my philia racing now it was over, and so thankful it was over. And then he was licking my face in midget tongue punch. I wanted to give suck his cock. Fuck. Fuck ! My hand went to his sheath, then quickly no, away, rubbing my hand against my skin. Why was I so lonely ? Why was I like this ? These dogs were so felicitous, they didn't deserve this. I thought of Tut, and his serious, unchanging expression, that heavy, muscular and drooping physical structure, and those beedy oculus, that glossy tone that looked everywhere and nowhere, and I didn't know if it was looking at me or not. I wanted to have 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 little after. Not for a long piece. I fed Tento a little metric grain or two of rice from my privy breakfast bowl on the bedside mesa, make for tomorrow first light. The aurora function now was the feed, the rush of apparel, the quick unlock then slow and humble brook outdoors of the doorway and then the flying bolt to the front doorway before Tut could be stirred from his luxury matted dog bed in the recess. Like a world-beater, or emperor moth ruling the kitchen and living place. I was leaving half an hour early now, because I knew he woke with the sun through the big shabu wall-windows, and I had to sit in a quiet maculation on my phone or trying anxiously to study at a terrace 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 citizenry always went badly. I'd been trying to work on it, but being so pock meant it took me lifetimes to make the smallest footmark - and that meant, most meter, it really felt like petty had changed at all. Tut I had given a little thinly blue collar, that hung gently in and amongst his fur. He really was the angelic matter. But, even as those beedy centre looked at me in wonderment, all I could suppose about was making him my fucktoy. I wondered what it would train - I'd seen miss 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 lap me on design.

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

I yelped, a thick red knife against my genitals. I could feel the stagnant, sour taste of my pussy juices as he licked them up, so eagerly."Tut !"I screamed, I don't know if in rage, in reverence, in raptus, in desperation and relief and oh my god, stop. He was so secure. I think I was starting to cry. Would my dog rape me ? I muffled myself with the dorsum of my bridge player, but the spare grabbed the fur on his head word and held him there. Please, you big boy, blockade - don't, don't period. Tento was still licking my face, and he licked uncomfortably at my lid, at the salty tears 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 case into mine, thrusting at my depressed end with his rose hip. I could experience each rib through his skin, as I think I pulled his body close, then he found himself, and soil into me, with speed and despair, pouring his arduous peter into my genitalia, and I couldn't breathe. I'd missed something out deliberately in this tale ; I had forgotten to myself that this wasn't the first sentence. All the smut I'd watched had gotten confused with realism. Coming home and outlay minute building up the courage to go into the kitchen, and then going to Tut's bed and tickling his drumhead, then his belly - humiliated, 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 concubine kick. I do n't deal how that sounds.

Tento had to jump off and had nowhere to go. Tut didn't care ; he just pounded, caressing into his cunt, his huge body rocking the bed, creaking and trembling, and breaking my bantam small soundbox. I slammed back and Forth River against the wall, knocking my fountainhead against it, and it cracked, brains and pedigree spilling out, that's how it felt. My pelvis crushed into dust, it was squiffy agony, he wound his midst prick into me, joining us, and I just about held on in the centre of the rape, and more than anything I couldn't admit still that I'd bought him just for this ; I'd bought specifically a late breeding dog, just in case, just because I thought he might be more centripetal then. He didn't like how much he was fucking me. The bed knocked into the beside table, spilling my rice everywhere, and Tento jumped down to eagerly work 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 mastery and satisfaction, growling at his concubine conquest, and I started feeding the umber shakily up to him, as he ground away at me, and I was trying to dogsled them into his grimace between his growling teeth, trying to get his honey like I had Tento's so delicately. Instead all I could really do was weakly thrust back at him with my pelvis. I tried to latch my wooden leg around his trunk a few times, but they kept falling back down - I was too small, my hips less wide than his body, and I just let him keep going as my middle rolled back, and so did his - I was vaguely aware of Tento on my grimace again, and I don't know if I'd jacked him off or what, but I remember his midget dick side fucking me, as he jammed it in with ecstasy, and all three of us were a trammel.

The knot was growing in Tut, and I wanted nothing more than to be pregnant with his puppy-babies - he was getting more than and more excited, his face screwing up and squinting, and I was in lovemaking with it just then, all my worries gone, giving myself up to my victor - and then Tento, my little Pomeranian, came hot and viscous white semen down my throat, as he yipped loudly. Finally Tut howled, and his mile bulged thick and wedged in me, and my physical structure was then hot from the dog semen exploding into my belly all at once. There was panting as they slowed and stopped, and both my male child had conquered me. Tut's heavy dead body slumped felicitous on to of me, still in me, crushing me like a Brobdingnagian yellow blanket, as his eyes wavered and then closed in sleep and expiation - and in his small doggy dreaming my big boy still hammered away at me, now just slight minuscule, arching thrusts. I had my blazon around him and caressed his back, and hugged him close, still knotted. I smiled, and massaged Tento 's headway as he curled up on me, the cum pouring from my lips. Then my centre drifted too, and I blacked out.

I woke up the next day and didn't go into workplace. I felt ashamed and naked - happy to allow in what I'd felt, strange that it had been real. Another day passed, I got the courage to face my dogs ; they'd slept on the trading floor and bed, Tut on the bed, Tento on the flooring. I was allowed with the emperor butterfly 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 next day, I let Tut fuck me from behind. It was very quick ; he woke up, I realised what was going to happen 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 next few days and week, but it felt more born and mature in that clip. I changed jobs, quitting the one I had. I had no acquaintance there, no aliveness.

Tento was a lot more reticent and not a good deal into sex - he was too sweet ; I wonder if it was just the hullabaloo the other day that had gotten him into it. Still, I told Tut to leave us be a couple of times, and we just hung out, or occasionally I got him to spread out up - we even went missional one time, and he hammered away all excited and happy, thinking he'd done such a skilful job afterwards. I praised him and rubbed his little head, which he seemed more arouse about than the sex and leaving his humble semen in my Virgo body, and gave him deep brown dainty and we cuddled as I fell asleep to online video recording. Tut was a more stoic man ; he knew his plaza, and around him I knew his. I didn't know how farseeing such a kinship could last ; though it gave me the courage to finally get out and try new things. I love my two boys, my two dogs, and they and their sex changed my life and Earth ; but I could never plowshare this taradiddle with anyone before now. I know what a lot of people might think ; and I know a lot of people might film things the wrong way. I was lonely and unhappy, and their red putz gave me a chance. I might even want to take a homo again someday, if I feel brave enough for it. But not yet. Walking Tut at the parkland and travelling the urban center with him has been a pipe dream. It's a strange, and maybe a lone life, with just my two dogs and me, their cunt, but hey, I am a bitch, and I do lease and love their cocks - and you can sue me for it .