`` Buster 's Bitch ''



It was Dan 's melodic theme, to breed dogs that is, `` A trusted ardor way of making a bit of extra money '', as he put it, `` for very little out lay ''. Well I was n't convinced, `` What about the breeding and vaccinations and the Vet nib ? '' I had asked, `` Ah do n't occupy about any of that '' he had said, `` It wo n't cost us a penny, well apart from the disbursement for a good stud dog and his up living but that will be a pittance compared to the money we can get for the rivet fees, and we get the plectrum of the litter too, so there 's an bring incentive ''.

Of course Dan had already set his head on the scheme and I just knew from experience anything I had to offer in the way of job or discouragement of the idea would be countered with a diatribe of well researched responses. So, I agreed, if it made him happy I did n't really worry as long he did n't lasso me into his scheme.

We spent the side by side span of calendar week searching through the belittled ads and looking up dog stock breeder and must have traveled at least 600 air mile up and down United States Department of State looking at puppies that would make a good facts of life stud, Of course Dan had done all the research - and have it away exactly what breed he wanted and I have to say, when he finally decided on the puppy he wanted my fondness melted a fiddling. Buster, which was the name he smugly labeled the adorable little Doberman puppy looked so precious and fragile on his lilliputian spindly legs

I guess it was my enatic inherent aptitude and we bonded very quickly over the following few months, especially with Dan working during the days. fellow would espouse me everywhere and loved plenty of petting. The Kennel club had advised that we should hold off at least 8 months before fellow could be introduced to his first of all kick and that we should n't carry too much from his first base endeavour. In the time between broncobuster settled down to being a really loyal and friendly pet and it was amazing how quickly he grew by the end of the one-eighth calendar month he was already nearly two thirds grown.

wellspring the first of all couple of matings were a arrant cataclysm Buster just did n't have a clew in fact he did n't appear to get any full after various more attempts which really frustrated Dan. problem was Dan was n't the lonesome one getting frustrated ; Buster 's inability to dispatch coitus with the kick he was supposed to be servicing left him ungratified too.

I ca n't remember exactly how it all started ; I just remember that one evening I was sitting watching the TV. I was stretched out on the couch in my baggy tee nightshirt and panties whilst Dan was sat drinking a beer. Without any warning, Buster got up from his basket sniffed the air and wander over to the sofa. Then the dirty dog pushed his nose right up my nightshirt pressing his intrude hard against the gusset of my panties. Reflexively I recoiled pulling my pegleg up and shrieked at the Cy Young dog. baby buster shrank back and sat with his read/write head hung in shame whilst my husband turned to appear at me bemused with a - `` what the f*** was that all about look on his face ''.

I explained to Dan what had just transpired and to my astonishment he just laughed saying, I guess he 's got a well nose for amercement pussy, that 's my boy he said looking at bronco buster who on hearing the congratulatory and jocund tone of my married man, got up and trotted over to him. My husband proceeded to pet and pat him saying affair like, `` in effect Boy, you like that pussy, Horny dog, good boy, etc etc. ``

'' Dan ! ``, I had complained, `` you should n't be encouraging him like that, I do n't want him learning bad habit like sniffing my crotch every five minutes that isn't right field in fact it down right disgusting. ``

'' Lighten up '' Dan replied softly, `` He 's just a dog, he does n't make love any better, for him it's just natural to sniff at stuff ''

'' Yeah, well let him sniff at you if you feel that way about it '' I had replied coolly

'' Do n't consider he 's that way inclined ?"Dan smirked back, `` If he does it again, just close you legs, push him away and narrate him No, do n't pipe and spring about, hell lady friend you nearly gave me a spunk onslaught ''

We resumed our master positions, watching TV this time I had my stage firmly crossed and my nightshirt tugged between my inner thighs.

fellow settled back down lying skinny to the couch but not looking at me, he still obviously felt some guilty conscience so I petted him on the head and said, `` It 's ok just do n't do that again ''. He bounced around all happy and excited on his lank legs and started licking my manpower and face - which I calmly but swiftly put a stop to as well and told him to lay down and behave, which he did.

I guess the TV show must receive been pretty dull because I was awakened from a light doze by the sensation of snuffling and licking between my legs which to my repulsion were obscenely splayed and giving broncobuster higher-ranking entree to the gusset of my cotton scanty. What was spoiled was the fact that Dan was kneeling adjacent to him and he was actually encouraging the pup to 'Eat that pussycat ( boy )'It was surreal, I though I was having a lucid dream until I realized the sense datum I was feeling cryptic inside my bay window were just to deliciously real.

Dan had n't realized I had awoken and the sense impression of the dog tonguing my panty gusset and lapping of my privileged thighs was disgustingly good and if Dan did n't acknowledge I was awake then he could n't accuse me of being pervy or hypocritical, secretly I yearned for him to rend the gusset plate aside to let Buster really 'Eat Me', It did n't materialize, instead Dan quietly pulled Buster away, gently replaced my legs and took him into the kitchen to turn over him some cooky and water.

By the prison term they came back I had 'woken up'and I was looking pretty annoyed. After all my panties where soaked, and not just with my juices and I wanted an explanation.

Dan explained that it was all his flaw, he 'd had the idea that perhaps if I acted like a bitch we could train fellow unspoiled, `` You know let him climb up you like a dog and pretend to f*** you - I mean not actually f*** you but give him the right idea of what he should be doing ''

'' You must be insane '', I had replied with a expression of total disgust. Secretly however something primal about the thought of being mounted by a beast excited me.

'' No, aspect '' Dan continued, `` you got your panties on and a night shirt, its not like he can actually enter you, in any case I will be her to get him off if it get out of control.

I had looked skeptically at him, `` You mean you want me, your wife to give herself to your dog ? ``

'' wellspring not exactly throw yourself to him, let him use you to practice session on, jeez it 's not like I am asking you to actually let the damn dog f*** you '' he retorted somewhat offended

'' Look I do n't want a fight about it '', I replied `` if it makes you glad honey I 'll do it '', and with that I rolled onto my workforce and articulatio genus and presented my bulging gusset to Buster, who eagerly began lapping and licking my cunt juices that unbeknown to my married man were now soaking into the gusset.

'' rhytidoplasty him onto me then I had commanded and Dan helped Buster 'mount'me for the first fourth dimension. I adjusted my emplacement so that he was comfortably placed on my back as he started to hump. Dan knelt beside us urging the dog on as he simulated fucking me.

I could feel his operose doggy turncock rubbing back and forward over the movement of my scanty which was turning me on immensely, but was even more arousing, and what Dan could n't see because my nightshirt obscured the quite a little was the periodical nebuliser of doggy cum squirting onto my tummy and occasionally my breasts, I could feel it running over my gently swinging Earth and dripping from my aching hard nipples onto the fabric of my nightshirt. This continued for about 5 mo, occasionally Buster adjusted himself and his piteous doggy cock stabbed against the gusset of my panties, in fact had I not been wearing them he would hold nailed me on that first base Nox but it was metre, even though I was tempted to extend to back and expose myself for him I wanted it to seem like I was reluctant although by now I was anything but.

After Buster had 'dismounted'from me, Dan poured me a glass of wine and we sat and talked about what had just happened. Dan - piteous naive Dan, had seen nothing more in the act than me 'helping'to train buster to f*** cunt. I said to him - that I though Buster had done really well and agreed, suggesting that perhaps after a couplet more training sitting we could try and constellate him again.

That 's how the future couplet of evenings where spent with me on my knees in a baggy nightshirt and step-in getting my tit sprayed by a secret doggy sperm shower while Dan encouraged buster to'f*** your kick'


Dan had arranged to meet a guy out of town who owned a doby bitch that weekend so having given baby buster a couple of nights to 'replenish'we set off. When we arrived we introduced broncobuster to the bitch and once they had 'gotten to have it off each other'left them in the secrecy of the backyard to do the deed. In fact Buster did much better, the bitch presented herself and he took the confidential information. Unfortunately, he did everything right hand but penetrate the squawk and on completion, dismounted, licked his stopcock and glob and trotted over to the back entrance whilst the cunt stood there somewhat bemused with cum dripping from her fur.

It was obvious Buster needed more training and it was whilst driving home that Dan sparked up with a really hopeful thought. Perhaps I should let buster penetrate MY snatch. Well you can imagine how I pretended to be utterly disgusted by his hypnotism, I mean have a dog slid his lovely hot pecker into my aching slit and flood me with dog sperm - not in this life I told him, no way am I having a dirty dog dick in my pussy. Then he suggested using a safe so it would really be just like having sex with a dildo that was attached to the dog and there would n't actually be any shape on flesh contact, but I knew it was flesh in human body contact I wanted but I was n't letting on to Dan yet.

I wanted baby buster 's first right face-off with me to be perfect even if our number 1 f*** was to be a smutty latex covered one, I had that covered too. I told Dan to flow and take the air him so that he would have no distractions for the rest of the evening whilst I prepared my soundbox for Buster 's training. Having poured a hot bath and soaked in the H2O for a dear half minute I proceeded to set up my pussy carefully shaving every last hair from my pubic expanse and pampering my polish mound with aloe vera. I stood in figurehead of the floor length mirror wiping the sticky surface with a damp cloth to bring out my bald twat. Oh my gosh, I had forgotten what it looked like. Slowly I probed my own folds exploring my sex like a rediscovered old toy savoring the smoothness and roundness of my outer labia and the wet rubbery grain of my inner flaps, I felt myself slipping a finger into my moist pinkness, my thumb instinctively pressing on my bud and wondered just how goodness Buster would feel.

I wrapped my hair in towel and wrapped a second around my body, and then I headed to the living room to await my schoolchild. I have to say sitting there on the sofa I was more than slightly aware of the cloggy musk my charge up pussy was emitting, I was worried that Dan would smell it too and agnize that I was actually excited by the though of the human activity I was about to execute. In fact he did comment on my aroma, but in his single take care sight he actually thought I had frigged my own pussy to get it ready for buster with no thought of the intimate act at all, and fellow, bless him he trotted over to me nudged at my knee joint, encouraging me to spread my second joint and yield him access to HIS pussy.

I was enjoying every second, slowly parting my legs allowing the towel to devolve open air revealing my hairless crotch, I watched as Buster began to drool and move in between my thighs his pry dipping grim and lower till the cold tip touched my bare moonlight and his pooch spit flicked out over the smooth outer lips of my pussy curling up into the fold and lifting my tasty inwardness into his mouth. His tongue worked deeper into my slit and I had to burn my lip and get Dan to set up Buster for me.

Dan pulled the condom from its wrapper and tried to guide it over bronco buster 's doggy hammer but Buster was n't having any of it. So I said I 'd do it. Kneeling beside Buster with my legs wide out-of-doors to set aside him to continue to bathe my puss with his lovely clapper I was easily able-bodied to utilize the condom, infact it was a joy to actually handle the cock of my soon to be 'Mate'It felt mythologic, hot and liquid as I squeezed the air from the mammilla of the safe I felt the want to do more than just hold this bright red bow-wow rooster. I asked Dan to get me a coffee as I was a small thirsty, a nervous thirst I said as I latched the rubber over the bulb of Buster 's cock. As soon as he was out of the room I was under the dog sucking the tip of the prophylactic covered dog cock into my mouth. I felt the teat fill with air and locked it against the roof of my oral fissure whilst slowly closing my teeth on the rubber-base paint sheath. When I was certainly that I had just the latex trapped between my incisors I quickly ground them from slope to side, causing the rubber-base paint to tear but seem intact. I knew that with very little force Buster 's tool would slide out the end of the case allowing my aching pussy to caress his beautiful bone.

Dan was still out of the room when I presented myself to Buster and he had no job mounting me his cock rubbing against my smooth moon, I looked back to see the tip beginning to slip through the tip of the torn condom and the petty pee prick of his hammer oozed with thin readable dog cum. Of course I could n't let Dan see the rubber was ripped, I needed to make trusted that dude was buried in my love tunnel before he got back with that coffee. Reaching back I grasped fellow 's engorged penis as he continued to hump erratically and slowly guided it up into my wet and welcoming cunt.

As the tip passed my outer lip and into the loaded entrance to my womanly underground, it was like bronco buster suddenly had a revelation, thrusting forward, I knew his cock was through the condom and fully rooted in me as he f***** in and out of my hole.

And that how Dan found us, Me his wife moaning softly with pleasure as his stud dog serviced me and it was then I think that he started to realize his mistake I could see him out of the box of my eye, jaw gaping and speechless as fellow humped furiously into my oh so welcoming cunt, squeaking as trapped air was expelled, oozing with my juices and buster 's cum and me moaning like a tart as baby buster ejaculated, filling my pussy and womb with spurt after spurt of thick gooey dog sperm.

Shall I get him off you Dan had offered, to which I clearly remembered saying `` do n't you fucking make bold ? You wanted me to pass on myself to Buster wellspring I guess now I must be Buster 's Bitch ! ! ``

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