Date: Mon, 17 Dec 2012 07:10:34 -0800 (PST)
From: islandalleykat (at) yahoo (dot) com
Subject: Dinner Date With A Twist Number 8

`Grrr' Dinner Date With A Twist Series: Boone St James,
Islandalleykat@ya-who

I was having dinner with Bart, a breeder I met on my many visits to Texas
and New York Dog Shows over the years.  I had known of him for awhile
before we met, and his rep for having extra large studs that knock-up a
bitch at first meeting.  Two years ago he had invited me to his home to
meet his champion breeder, a huge black poodle named Rogues-Pierre.  This
dog was so big that the top of his head was just above my belt-line, and
I'm no shorty.

With many years of experience with dogs who also breed men, one learns when
invited 'to meet the dog', that it's going to be a bitch of a time, and yea
(!), yea (!), yea (!), you are most likely going to be the bitch.  Thank
heaven for obedience schools, because RP was a beautiful bully who
recognized the scent and went right to work sniffin up the overdressed
two-legged bitch.  "Sit" and "Stay" allowed Bart and I to have cocktails
and for him to seduce and ride me hard with his 8.5" fuck-pole to implant
his `special lube' that got RP really excited from a sit/stand/sit
position.  Bart is 5'9", bald, lean, hairless and very muscular.  No man
ever `enjoyed' fucking this bitch more then he obviously did, and he is a
great kisser, which is most important for my human relationships.  Bart's
dialogue during the fuck was to me and, even more-so, to
Rogues-Pierre. "Fuckin bitch"!  "You're gonna love this bitch, oh yeah"!

As soon as he knew he was going to cum, Bart pulled out of my fuck-hole and
I swallowed the big juicy pole just in time to receive a gusher of hot cum
that would have choked me had I not been able to swallow it as quickly as
it entered my throat.  In the meantime, RP was licking his master's DNA off
of my quivering ass.  Then came a well choreographed pull-out of my throat
and mouth, orders to get on my hands and knees (I already had on thick
black leather knee-pads), as a black leather vest was put on and R-Piere
mounted up with a protruding doggy dick that instantly began to grow as the
soft black fur and muscular bod pounded and the front legs and paws fought
for a good hold on this new bitch.  The feeling of a dog's dick GROWING
inside of you is 'disturbing' at first and oh, so exciting once you are
used to it.  Then that breeding knot POPS and the stud is locked in and his
load begins to gusher forth and flow, flow, flow.

This time, I expected, was good for at least a litter of twelve.
Fortunately, the trained big stud knows to chill and not try to pull out,
thus dragging you around behind him.  The twist when the KNOT takes hold
and anchors the big male to you is universal and the main reason why you do
not try this with some unknown big dog with nobody else around.  It sounds
good in a story, but for your own protection, not something the reader
should emulate.  He is on your back, IN you and twists his left leg over
your back so he will be headed away as soon as the breeding knot goes down
enough for him to pull out.  RP, being the French gentleman that he is,
stuck around to clean me up and lick-me-off before cleaning himself.

Now Bart and I are having dinner before taking me to meet `Mars', `the
biggest Alaskan Malamute ever recorded by a breeder.'  I don't recall the
specs, but the feeling took me back to my first big dog, Samson (times
two).  Once we were in `Mars Quarters, it was all about him.  `Grrr', Our
clothing was left outside.  Bart fucked me with his special `doggy turn-on
lube' and `Grrr', I was in the position, Bart, in the leather vest began
fucking me and Mars fucked him, but knew which of us was there for his
`foreplay' and which was there to be bred: Bart in the leather vest first
was `really enjoying' giving me a good fucking and getting Mars ready for
his breeding bitch.  This time I got all of Bart's cum up the sex-canal,
because once he pulled out and dropped the vest on me, Mars was (`Grrr')
i/i/IN (`Wooooah!') and his already pumped stud-dick was pounding my
insides like I had never experienced and Bart was `cheering' him on (!).
The special lube drove Mars crazy and allowed me to take all that he had to
give.

After Mars fucked me for an unusually, for a stud-dog, long time, the
breeding knot began to form and I thought I might explode until the tsunami
of hot cum exploded and began to poor out from between my well ridden buns.
Also, completely off the charts, Mars did not twist on me.  He stayed in
the human (doggy stance) and as soon as the size of the breeding knot
allowed it, (`Grrr') he began to fuck me again until his huge red and
purple stud-dick had no cum left in it.  Then Bart pulled him off (`Grrr')
and announced "Now, say hello to Bull"!

I saw movement to my right, looked over and smiled as my eyes beheld the
biggest (muscular) black man I had ever seen and Bart was holding a '12"
long, 6" around' dick in both hands.  Without fanfare, Bull pushed, Bart
guided and `OMG' (!!!), BULL was IN me with one mighty thrust.  Then he
began to pull out slowly, slowly, slowly and just as the big mushroom head
popped out of me (whoooompf!) (AAAAAAAAH!) he dove all the way back in and
repeated this over and over and over and `hallelujah' (!!), Bart dove below
me and swallowed my load and BULL fucked, and fucked, and fucked and
. . . . .

When his cum ERUPTED in me, it was like the explosion blew him out of me
and his eruption went all over my body.  With his mighty girth lying on top
of me, (`Grrr') Mars began to lick both of us.  Bull rolled off of me and
(`Grrr') Mars licked.  I rolled over and (`Grrr') Mars licked.  Bart
crawled on top of both of us and (`Grrr') Mars licked.  The three of us
showered together, went into the pool and after awhile, and more drinks,
Bart and Mars went inside and Bull and I slept in the cabana until we had a
sunrise fuck session and I took him home with me.  I thanked Bart, I
thanked Mars and I thank Bull every day and night and that's no bull about
my mighty Bull.  Grrr.

Back Story: Bart hired Bull to cut down some trees on a lot he was going to
build on.  Knowing my interest in big black men and big man-breeding dogs,
he put together that evening just for me.  What a sweetheart.  That's when
I stopped believing those `tunnel-vision' stories.  Now Bull works for me
and on me and I love him so very much.  Just yesterday, he told me that he
thinks we should start raising `breeding stock'.  I'm going to have to give
that a lot of thought before I cum up with an answer.  "We'll fuck about
it" I told him.


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