Dog mating

Hello! My name is Evgeny, I'm thirty-five years old. I want to share with the readers a funny and lyrical story that happened to me.

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I have a dog. A Boxer. A wonderful male of brindle color, four years old.

More than anything in the world, he loves to eat and fight with other males, regardless of breed or size. When he sees a fellow male, he joyfully rushes towards him, ignoring the commands "Come!" and "Heel!". What follows is a precise ritual. Running up to the opponent, he arches his back and freezes, like a steel spring. A barely audible growl comes from his mouth. If his counterpart does not claim

the role of leader and tucks his tail, Lord (that's my male's name) calmly turns his back to him. He no longer exists for him. But if an answering growl is heard, and the upper lip lifts, baring teeth, then the steel spring rapidly straightens, and Lord rushes at the opponent.

One of the ancestors of Boxers were English Bulldogs, from whom they inherited a characteristic bite: their lower jaw protrudes over the upper one. This jaw structure provides a reliable grip on the opponent, and it's practically impossible to shake the dog off.

If a skirmish happens, I and the owner of the other male run as fast as we can to our pets. In this case, the main thing is for each to simultaneously grab their own dog by the hind legs to pull them apart. Since Lord has a death grip, typically the two dogs just start dangling in the air. To unclench my pet's jaws, I have only one option left. I grab his balls with one hand and start twisting them. Only that makes him open his mouth.

At the same time, he fundamentally does not touch females. Never. If some quarrelsome "lady" flies at him, trying to snap, he turns his head away, growls, and pushes her away with his chest.

His conformation is wonderful. Under his brindle coat, impressive muscle bundles roll. Our impressionable neighbor calls him nothing other than "the canine Schwarzenegger."

Naturally, the owners of all the nearby female Boxers want to get puppies specifically from Lord. At the same time, he steadfastly performs his difficult duties, having sired over a hundred puppies. I handle the mating exclusively myself, having adapted the large hallway in my apartment for this purpose.

The thing is, during mating, the male should not be distracted by anything. He should be on his own territory, where he is the master, and the fewer external stimuli, the better. Otherwise, he might simply not mount the female, and then nothing will work out.

Therefore, I have already fine-tuned the optimal procedure for organizing the "work process."

The owner brings his little dog to my apartment, while I lock Lord in the room. The little dog gets acquainted with the new surroundings, sniffs the hallway where the "act" is to unfold. I brew tea or coffee, the owner goes to the kitchen to watch TV, and I close the door and stay in the hallway alone with the dog, on whom I always put a collar.

Naturally, Lord, being in the room, perfectly senses the presence of a "lady" in the hallway. He throws himself at the door, trying to open it with his front paws, and whines and barks impatiently. At this time, I talk to him, trying to calm him down — be patient, buddy, what's yours won't go anywhere.

When everything is ready, I open the door to the room, and Lord whirls into the hallway. The dogs get acquainted, with Lord frantically sniffing and licking the "lady," convulsively wagging his docked tail in all directions, while she, from such amorous pressure, typically gets confused, especially if this is her first romantic date with a "gentleman." And then comes the time for my "entrance."

With my left hand, I take the "lady" by the collar, and with my right hand, I fix the lower abdomen near the vulva, preventing her from lowering her rear. My "guy" mounts her from above, strongly gripping his friend's back with his front paws, and begins convulsive pelvic movements. The excited red member of the male, with a thickening in the middle, sharply increases in size and emerges from the leather sheath between his legs. This is a very crucial moment because if he doesn't find his target in time, the male's erection may disappear and the mating will fail. The task is to gently guide the female's vulva under the male's member. During heat, the vulva swells and easily admits the partner's organ inside.

After that, a few convulsive pelvic movements — and the main character of the act becomes the "lady." The physiology of dogs is such that under the influence of orgasm, the female takes the male's hard member into a lock and begins to "milk" him. At this moment, it is necessary to help the male remove his front paws from the female's back; the dogs should turn their rears to each other, and the male stands in the lock while his "partner" experiences bouts of sharp orgasms. Here, the main thing is her and her emotions. No one asks the "gentleman" anything anymore; in this phase of the romantic date, he plays a purely passive role. This part of the act can last about 15 minutes. When the "lady's" orgasms end, the lock is released and the "guy" gains his long-awaited freedom. This act takes all his mental and physical strength; he becomes lethargic and clumsy, and it's best to send him to his place to sleep.

After that, you can with a clear conscience attach a leash to the collar of the happy chosen one and lead her to the kitchen to her owner. In two days, it is advisable to repeat the procedure, and in two months, charming puppies are born.

Actually, all this is just the backstory to my tale.

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In the house opposite mine lives a family that keeps a female Boxer named Laima. The head of the family is named Timur, he serves in one of the ministries, his wife Albina, a brown-eyed dyed blonde, is a housewife.

Timur is my age, one of the many mid-level clerks, a cunning guy who knows everyone and can arrange anything. He has a huge number of acquaintances, but no friends. The bosses know that he can always help solve various problems, for example, meet them at the airport by car upon arrival from a business trip, so they treat him favorably.

Albina is a thirty-year-old pretty woman of short stature, plump but not fat, with regular facial features. By nationality, she is Ossetian, but her parents lived their whole lives in the capital, where she was also born. The combination of large dark brown eyes and light hair gave her a peculiar charm. She didn't shine with great intelligence, but then again, we don't love women for that.

Laima is a year younger than Lord, but she is a very big trickster. We often walk together, and more than once I have witnessed Laima flying at some male, then shying away from him with a shrill bark, as if he had offended her, and then Lord would rush to the rescue. While he was fighting, Laima would enthusiastically bite the opponent on the thighs, so the poor dog didn't know how to make a getaway.

Naturally, we became friendly; I would visit them, and they would visit me.

And so it continued until Laima went into heat. Then they decided to have puppies. Those who have never kept dogs don't know that for females, this is a vital necessity. If a female has never given birth, there is a high probability she will develop uterine cancer and the dog will die. Therefore, the owners face an alternative — either puppies or an operation for preventive amputation of the uterus. Timur and Albina chose the first.

Albina decisively took upon herself the entire organization of this responsible process. She calculated the favorable days and appeared at my house with Laima on a leash.

And here the unusual began. She categorically refused to drink coffee in the kitchen, declaring that she definitely wished to be personally present during the mating. She said, the dog is hers and

she must see everything that happens to it. Arguing with her was pointless; I put a chair in the hallway and seated Albina on it. I took it philosophically, attributing it all to the indomitable female curiosity.

Then everything happened that I described in detail above. Albina sat quietly in the corner and attentively observed the process of canine copulation. Since I was busy with the dogs, I didn't really have time to look at Albina.

When the dogs stood in the lock, she said hoarsely:

— Well, Laima, you little devil, what a satisfied face you have!

Indeed, Laima has very expressive facial expressions. Now it was clearly visible that she was blissfully smiling, getting great pleasure from the process and not wanting to hide it from her mistress.

When it was all over, I noticed that Albina's cheeks had turned pink and her eyes were shining moistly. At the time, I didn't attach much importance to it. The main thing was that both the mistress and her dog were very pleased with their visit to me.

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A few days passed, and the phone rang in my apartment.

It was Albina calling.

— Zhenya, Timur has gone on a business trip, and I urgently need to consult with you. Please come over.

I had no choice; I had to postpone my affairs and go to the neighbor.

When Albina opened the door, I noticed that she had done her hair beautifully, and her face was carefully made up. But the main thing wasn't even that. The main thing was that she was wearing a light pink robe that didn't hide but emphasized the charms of her naked body.

She greeted me playfully and invited me to the kitchen, where she brewed aromatic coffee. While I was enjoying the taste of the drink, she stood by the wall near the door, bending her right knee, and examined me attentively.

Finishing the coffee, I got up from the table and approached her closely.

— Well, and what did you want to ask me?

She slowly put her arms around my neck. Her cheeks turned pink, and her eyes again shone moistly, making her look especially beautiful. The hem of the robe rode up, revealing slender legs.

Without saying a word, she slowly brought her lips to mine and kissed me passionately. Her tongue proprietorially entered my mouth and began to leisurely slide over my teeth, tickle my gums, intertwine with my tongue. It was clear the girl loved and knew how to kiss.

My head spun. Understanding that the kitchen was not the best place for caresses, I carefully picked her up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. The bed was made with fresh sheets, the blanket folded at the bottom.

Gently laying Albina on the bed, I opened her pink robe. I was struck by her milky-white body, on which there was not a single hair. As I later found out, Albina does a full body hair removal, including the intimate area.

Her absolutely smooth secret place looked touchingly between her legs, involuntarily evoking an association with a little girl's pussy. But, unlike a little girl, her darker-colored labia minora peeked out impudently from the majora, giving the whole composition a resemblance to a half-opened flower when the inner petals peek out from the center of the bud.

Unable to restrain myself any longer, I knelt before her and pressed my lips to this beautiful flower, thoroughly licking every fold, penetrating with my tongue into the most hidden corners. I gently licked the little bead at the top, then forcefully sucked it with my lips, lightly tapping the very top of the head peeking out from the hood with the tip of my tongue. Then I passionately sucked the inner lips, teasing them with my tongue, and then tried to push my tongue as deep as possible into the juice-flowing hole. In response to my actions, as a sweet musical accompaniment, passionate moans of a woman experiencing pleasure were heard. She convulsively dug her hands into my hair, pressing my face to her body.

Inside me, everything was boiling; hot fog clouded my eyes. This sweet torture could not last forever. With trembling hands, I began to tear off my clothes as if they were burning my skin. Freeing myself from everything I had on, I fell on top of her, immediately plunging my buddy to the full depth.

— No, no, not like that! — she moaned. — I want you to take me like Lord took Laima!

Deftly twisting out from under me, she got on all fours, provocatively sticking out her butt. How beautiful she was at that moment! The rounded hemispheres of her buttocks with a wrinkled little circle between them, and the beautiful pink bud peeking out between her spread legs! Grabbing her butt with both hands, I sharply pulled her onto me, feeling her inner heat with my body.

I was lucky. Albina turned out to be a very passionate woman; her southern blood showed. She experienced several orgasms in a row while I pounded her from behind. She trembled and writhed so much that I soon reached the finish line with her.

After the shower, I lay relaxed on the bed, resting my head on my bent arm. On my arm rested the blonde head of my neighbor. With my other hand, I lightly stroked her body, paying special attention to the charming breasts and firm nipples on them. She laughed quietly, trying to catch my fingers.

— Don't, I'm ticklish, — she whispered tenderly in my ear.

— And when did you get the idea to invite me over? — I asked her.

— Right after the mating. Laima had such a happy face that it drove me crazy with excitement. I couldn't sleep at night; everything inside me burned with unbearable desire. How good that fate smiled on me and Timur left on his business trip. I realized — it's a sign from above and decided to get you, no matter what. I can be decisive when necessary.

I turned my head to her and gently bit her earlobe.

— Next time, I will definitely put a collar on you when I take you from behind. And I will hold it very, very tightly, my beloved bitch, so you don't escape from me, — I whispered. — And you will take me in a lock, and we will stand for a long time, shattered by orgasms, until you release me.

She laughed happily and buried her nose in my shoulder.

— Yes, my lord! You can have your bitch as much as you want!

Gradually, our jokes turned into new caresses.

Suddenly, she flipped me onto my back and sat on top. Her face became very serious. She leisurely raised her butt, impaling herself on the erect member, and began to slowly rock on it. This position ensured the most complete contact of our secret places, which, obviously, gave her very strong pleasure. Her lips parted, and the little bead rubbed against my pubic bone. The amplitude of her oscillations kept increasing, her movements becoming sharper. She closed her eyes and bit her whitened lower lip, concentrating all her sensations in the zone of our contact. Her body tensed, and her muscles hardened.

I tried to help her with counter-movements, but one single thought wouldn't leave me:

— If I accidentally slip out of her, she will surely kill me!

But everything ended well. The furious ride ended with the most powerful orgasm of my friend. Her face contorted, her mouth stretched in a prolonged cry, and she collapsed without strength onto my chest, digging her nails into it.

After a while, she looked at me with a hazy gaze and gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek. A kiss of gratitude.

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When I came out of Albina's entrance, I was a bit unsteady, and I tried to place my feet wide, like a sailor who has stepped from a rocking deck onto land.

But a happy smile wandered on my face.

— Thank you, Lord, buddy, you have fully repaid your owner, — I thought.