More Than Just a Dog: Bruno and Traci

My name is Traci Holiday, and my lover’s name is Bruno.

We moved recently into this lovely cottage, and now I primarily work from home. Most days, I’m in my office with Bruno in his corner or at my feet.

It was just Bruno and me now, two individuals completely tuned in to each other’s needs and desires. Sexually, there was never any doubt when Bruno wanted me. If I were at my desk, he would part my thighs and nestle his head between my legs; if I were standing, he would push his nose between my thighs and begin sniffing or back me against the wall and start rubbing my soft, sensitive mound with his nose.

Bruno was a large, usually playful, loving dog. Though he occasionally displayed human-like qualities and expressions, he could be demanding and sometimes rough with me as if forgetting that I was a human female. Always the alpha, Bruno knew I was his, and my scent when he was near me on some primordial level always signaled my willingness and readiness to be with him. If I were involved in something else or on a phone call or whatever, it did not deter him from wanting to satisfy his needs. I remember once I was busy and had pushed him away; with a snarl, he pressed me down and was on and inside me before I could do anything. He fucked me like his bitch, knotted me, and afterward left me alone on the office floor, still quivering from a gut-wrenching orgasm and leaking cum onto the floor. As I lay there, I could see him watching me with an almost human expression that warned me my pussy belonged to him whenever he wanted it. I know what you’re probably thinking, that I’m projecting human qualities onto an animal. All I can say is, believe what you will, but “a male is a male regardless of species. A strong, forceful alpha male demonstrates the same characteristics and qualities, whether human or canine.”

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After we moved out of the house I shared with Michael, Bruno had seemed to calm down and no longer followed me around, constantly watching me, making sure I didn’t get too far away from him. When Michael began stopping by the cottage, Bruno’s sensibilities were heightened; his obvious distrust of Michael was obvious. It was almost as if Michael were another male dog sniffing around Bruno’s bitch.

Michael, my ex-boyfriend, and I surprisingly still spoke and had even slept together a few times since I had broken up with him. He didn’t come to the cottage often, but I remember the first time he visited, he put Bruno in the back bedroom, and I let him out after Michael had left. Bruno was an intelligent animal, who I have no doubt sensed what Michael and I had done. When Michael left, Bruno came after me making me get on my hands and knees, lower my head, and raise my pussy. When I was in position, Bruno came forcefully inside me, mixing his cum with Michael’s.

A few weeks later, Michael came over again, and Bruno began barking and growling from the moment he saw him. Michael managed to get Bruno into the back bedroom despite Bruno resisting and pulling away from him. Later that night, When Michael was preparing to leave, without thinking, I let Bruno out, and he immediately charged at Michael and nipped him on his leg. If I hadn’t seen what he was about to do and pushed Michael aside, I’m sure Bruno would have given him a more severe bite.

That night after I had showered and was preparing to get into bed, Bruno came up behind me and pushed me down onto my knees next to the side of the bed. “Bruno! Stop, what are you doing?” I turned to look at him and made to stand up when he began to snarl and show his teeth. Scared, I knew what he wanted and lowering myself back down onto my knees, bent over the edge of the bed . . . he was going to fuck me. It was during this “revenge” fuck that he did me in the ass for the first time. He had tried to before, but I had always been able to prevent it, but this time nothing that I did could stop him, and in all honesty, I think I was afraid that he might hurt me if I kept resisting him. It was as if he was going to show me whose bitch I was and who this pussy and ass belonged to.

I could feel him behind me, poking and prodding for entry, then screamed in pain and surprise when without warning, he plunged inside me. I felt as if I were being ripped in two. Not even Michael had ever had anal sex with me, and here I was on my knees bent over with a huge German Shepard pounding into my no longer virgin ass. I tried reaching back with my hand, trying to push him off, and he gripped my neck in his huge mouth, clearly indicating he would brook no resistance. I stopped struggling and submissively lowered my head to the bed and cried. I could feel Bruno’s warm fur against my back, his hard-muscled body thrusting against my ass cheeks, his swollen, monstrous cock inch by inch working its way past my sphincter and deeper inside my dark, tight channel. After a while, the pain dulled, and a warm, tingling sensation began to grow and spread. I could feel prickly sensations of pleasure move between my legs, up to my stomach, and down the back of my thighs. I reached my fingers down and began to rub myself and insert my fingers into my pussy, and just when I thought I couldn’t stand anymore, my orgasm broke free and washed through my body in hard waves.

“Bruno . . . Oh my God, Bruno,” I mumbled as my anus involuntarily contracted around Bruno’s cock, sending him into a frenzy, making him ass fuck me faster and harder. My breathing was labored, and I felt lightheaded when he began pushing, pressing, trying to force his knot inside me. The panic and fear gradually rose, and then a sharp nip on my shoulder when I tried to pull away from him. I was now hysterically crying as Bruno adjusted his footing, tightened his hold around my waist, and pushed his knot inside me in a series of hard thrusts.