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Getting Caught the Third TimeThe last time I was caught in the act was with my Lab Brutus. I’d had him for almost four years at that point in time. He was hung just a little better than Baron but was more aggressive in a few ways.He could be assertive as hell when he wanted to breed for one thing. While it would begin as playing, licking and nudging; if I didn’t get with it, after a little while, it could turn to nipping and actual biting. There were a few times that he drew blood in his assertion. He was also a lot more active during sex. He’d go at me good and hard until his feet slipped away under him then regain his footing and begin again. He was big enough that his forepaws would be up over my shoulders and, many times he’d have a mouthful of my hair to hang onto while he fucked away. There was also a lot of growling during sex and nipping. It’s a male dogs way of making sure his bitch understands that he’s the boss…trust me, once we tied, there was no doubt about that. Most of the time I had no end of scratches and bite marks on me. A friend did tell me one time that I should cover his feet and muzzle him before breeding. I never did, being sub and his bitch, that was just part of it for me. There was a lot of pure a****l lust in it.The day we were caught was one of those beautiful early spring days. Sunny and warm for the time of year; a good day to work outside for a while then, I decided to clean up the garage a little. We’d had a breeding session the evening before and I was still feeling the effects of it. My guts were a little tender, way up inside; my ‘cunt’ was still sort of tingling edirne escort [I was sore right inside of it] and, when I peed, it burned a little.During sex I’d had a massive orgasm, the kind that you think you’re going to blow your clit off. It had gone on for a while so I was going to suffer with a burning sensation when I peed for a few days. If it didn’t go away after that, I’d need to take some medication to clear it up. By that time in my life I was familiar with a case of USU – the meds cleared it up in about a week, usually.Brutus had been lazy but attentive off and on. While I was cleaning the garage workshop there was a little attention from him, some sniffing around me and playful nudging once in a while. Nothing to suggest that he was in the mood to breed his bitch today. Not for a while anyway.When I first got the idea that he may be interested it was a little sniffing of me then, when I got on my hands and knees to look under the one table; he mounted me and stabbed away. I did get away and he let me. I gave him some attention, some rubbing and petting and he started again. This time growling and nipping a little; I decided that I would give in. His advances continued as I went and got some lube but he calmed down and waited as I stripped from the waist down, got out a little foot stool and put a blanket over it. The garage was behind the house, there had been no one around all day and the prospect of someone showing up was slim to none. I could have done it a few other ways but, he was horny and so was I. As soon as I was (almost) in position, he mounted and stabbed at my escort edirne cunt missed then stabbed again. It took about four attempts until he penetrated me good and solid. I’d messed around a little too long, the normal little ‘bump’ of his knot was at least twice the size I was use to taking at first. It didn’t go in the first thrust so he tried again…harder; I pushed back and strained a little while trying to spread even more. There were maybe two more very hard thrusts before it was forced inside of me and I mean forced! I was hit hard; he had the aim just right and, with a very bright flash of red hot pain – we were tied. He stayed buried as I fought to get my breath back then, once the cock and knot were completely swollen inside of me, he pulled back a few times very hard. That can be painful – it was – I got pretty loud!My eyes had teared-up a lot and, like most other sessions with him, it was a mixture of pleasure and pain as he went at me good and hard. As it went on I relaxed more and things became easier. Enough that my moaning gasping and squealing was more pleasure than pain – unless he hit bottom too hard.Which he did, as a few other things happened maybe ten minutes into the breeding. He hit bottom again, I squealed like hell and heard a car door slam at about the same time. There were actually multiple door slams a few seconds apart! It sounded like it came from the driveway right alongside of the house…I had company. I panicked but there was nothing I could do about it, I was trapped. There was no way I could slip away from that knot and he was fucking away like a reciprocating edirne escort bayan saw. I was too far from the door to reach it and close it, even if I got off the stool and had him follow me (which he would have), that would have been a very painful trip. I did put my one hand over my mouth to cut down on the noise…and prayed that they would knock, find no one home and leave. That would have been too easy.They did do that but then I heard the sound of footsteps in the gravel of the driveway. Although the main garage door was closed; the man-door to the workshop was open. Brutus was laying it to me, growling a little and the hand wasn’t doing a real good job of quieting me. I heard a younger mans’ voice say, “I think there’s someone in the garage over here.” There were other voices then suddenly, ten feet away, three people appeared in the door – then – two more. There was a young couple up front, an older woman beside them then; two older people behind them. All of them had a perfect profile view of; me and Brutus, who was fucking away like gangbusters! He never missed a stroke…I was about to have one.I don’t know what I would have said to them; if I could have found enough breath to form words. I was moaning and gasping like hell and drooling about as much as he was. There was still the occasional yell or squeal when he pulled back to hard or hit bottom – there was nothing I could do about that. Just like there was nothing I could do about the cramps! They stood there for what seemed like hours. Eyes nice and wide, mouths agape and just watched someone, a late 30 something someone; being obviously bred by a large black Lab. Finally, I guess when they realized that they shouldn’t be watching such an intimate event; they all turned and left. They did leave a copy of ‘The Watchtower’ behind. I thought that was very nice of them.
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