I'm on my knees, my cheek pressed to the basement floor, so that I'm staring at a brick wall. I'm wearing a red lace bra. Only that. That's not how I was dressed when I left the sign of the zodiac, in fount you're wondering. My sleeve are behind my dorsum, my forearms tied together, my hired hand cupping my elbow joint, pulling my shoulder back uncomfortably. I'm wearing a leather collar with my figure etched on that name tag. There's a short chain of mountains attached to it. It leads to a alloy pack on the floor. My ankles are secured to closed chain as well, leaving my legs paste and my slit vulnerable. The way is pallidly lit, so that any movement causes shadows to flitter against the maturate bricks. It's about twice the size of it of my chamber and a wooden stair leads up to the house above. While I can't see it, I know there's a television camera in on corner, focused on me, and I'm assuming that my ‘ captor'are watching.

What I can see is a German Shepard on a Sir Ernst Boris Chain which is attached to a ring on the wall opposite the one I am. The only difference is, there's timer on it the lock securing it to his collar. snick and Alondra explained it to me before leaving me alone with the dog. When the time is up, it will publish him to do… whatever he wants. When I asked how yearn it's set for, Alondra just laughed and told me not to vex about it. Then they left, going back upstairs, shutting the door behind them.

"Don't worry,"Alondra told, giving me a gentle kiss on the mouth before securing my collar to the floor."King knows what to do. He's already gotten a taste of your angelic little cunt. The longer he has to wait for to a greater extent, the Thomas More bore he'll be. Enjoy yourself, Livvy. And call back, you asked me for this."

I met them online. No name, at least not at first. I could guess that it was just curiosity that drew me to the land site, but I'd be lying. It was much to a greater extent than that. A bestiality site. The kind where you can watch videos of women being fucked by dogs or read their true accounting. Whether or not they were actually true, or simply fantasies, didn't really topic to me. I wanted them to be truthful and I wanted to experience them for myself. That's all that mattered and I'd left some comments on my favorites saying exactly that - signing them ‘ Dog Slut O'– after spending night after night getting off on them. Some evening, that's all I'd do after dinner. Settle in on my bed and stimulate myself come for hours, reading tale after news report, learning about myself in the operation, discovering that my fantasies revolved around being my option being taken away from me. It was such a nasty fantasy to have. Being fucked by dogs, so I tried to absolve myself of shame by focusing on scenarios where I wasn't necessarily a willing player in whatever debauchery I had dreamed up for myself.

Sometimes I'd motion picture myself tied up, or down, while I was licked and fucked by a dog, or possibly more. Sometimes I imagined being chased down by a gang who had their way with me. And it wasn't like I'd ever actually do it. That's what I told myself, at least. And then I met nick and Alondra.

Alondra had contacted me first, simply replying to one of my comments :

If you liked this, I can share more like it.

The hook. In retrospect, I know she was fishing and, once I bit, it was easy enough for her to reel me in. It was like a game, I suppose. She threw out the come-on, and I responded.

Yes, please.

And she did, sending me a tie to a report where a female child is drugged and tied to a judiciary with her ass up in the air and fucked by wiener while being watched by a sexy couple. It was so hot. I ended up climaxing several meter while reading it the first-class honours degree sentence. And I read it more than once.

What did you think ? she asked me the next day.

It was the internet and I was just a random female child with a enchantment for fucking domestic dog named ‘ Dog Slut O'

I came. A lot. So hot.

Want some more ?

Yes ! ! !

She sent another link. This metre it involved a girl being being seduced by a twain. Eventually, she ended up with her hired man cuffed over her headspring, a broadcaster bar forcing her legs apart while a dog licked her pussy, making her seminal fluid over and over until she begged for them to let it bang her. Again, I found myself masturbating like a mad women with the enceinte dildo I owned, picturing myself as the girl, the dog's nose buried between my thighs, his rough tongue lapping at me mercilessly while I hung there, begging for them to let him fuck me, promising anything and everything until they finally relented…

Like it ?

It was staring.

Did It make you cum ?

Yes. Hard. Do you birth More ?

Yes. Easier with email. Addy ?

I hesitated, but in the end, I gave in and sent it, or at least one that I used for porn internet site. A burner address.

She didn't disappoint. Every former Night, a new tie or sometimes a PDF of the form of write up I craved. And the following dark, she'd ask if I'd liked it and what I had liked about it and I'd answered honestly, letting my sentry go down a little at a time, and the email would get longer and more sexual as I shared more and more about what myself. Not only my bestiality illusion, but trivial tidbits about me. What I looked like. What else I was into. Fetishes. Sexuality. It was almost always intimate, but over a few calendar month it took on the form of a friendship. I shared my name - not my full name, but I my first name. Oliva. She told me hers and that of her husband. dent.

Send us a picture, Livvy - I'd told her that, in my phantasy, I was Livvy, not Oliva. Olivia wouldn't aspiration about fucking dog-iron. Livvy, however…

Of me ? Like a dirty picture ?

Your choice. You can even edit out your grimace if you want. Just curious.

I wanted to. Badly. The idea was intoxicating. It was scary, though. In the end I sent a photo of me in a brusque bird and a form appointment tee after cropping everything above my neck, though my pilus was long enough that you could tell I was blonde.

HOT ! Can I show it too nick ? Please ?

Yes, I guess.

Thanks.

I felt better that she asked first. I was beginning to trust her more and more…

He wants to see you naked. LOL. I would too. Only if you want to.

I'll think about it.

No pressure level.

I thought about it for respective sidereal day. True to her word, she didn't pressure me. Never asked once. Just kept sending me a new write up to masturbate too every other day and asking me what I thought on the days inbetween until we had formed something akin to a friendship, although the subject was still almost explicitly about sex….

Finally, with the assistant of a duad of glasses of wine and respective sexual climax after reading a particular arousing report about a woman who gets fucked by dogs while blindfolded and tied to a weightiness bench while her husband and some of his ally sentinel and then get it on her too, I threw precaution to the idle words and stood in movement of my mirror and took some pictorial matter, post orgasmic, my cunt gaping slightly and glistening and my nipple still hard. This time I didn't crop my face out of the moving-picture show, though I regretted it instantly. For the future one-half minute or so I was in a near panic after my peccadillo. At least until Alondra replied.

You're gorgeous. Thank you. Only reasonable you see us.

She'd sent a photo too. Not as risqué at the one I had, but in a way, it was even Thomas More so…

She was gorgeous. Negroid hair, moon-shaped face, Negroid framed looking glass. From what I could distinguish, she was either about my height or her husband played professional person basketball. She was slender, though her curves were in all the right situation. As for him, he was soundly looking as well. uncontaminating cut and well built without being too muscular for my gustatory modality. He had stylish mass medium length light brown hairsbreadth and a match days Worth of stubble. Alondra had told me he loved the outdoors and I could easily picture him out in the woods hiking or boating on a lake.

What really caught my attention, though, was the German Shepard sitting in front of Nick, tongue hanging out. She'd never mentioned him, and of course of study, my wonder was piqued. I thought of the dependable way to mention him - her ? - without making it vocalize salacious. Eventually, I just gave up and just asked.

You guys look amazing. You never mentioned you have a dog. Have you… ?

Again, I spent the next hour anxiously waiting a reply, wondering if I had gone to far with my half asked question, checking my email every 10 minutes or so, my beat racing when she finally replied.

Glad you like what you see. Have I ever what, Livvy ? Don't be shy. Say it.

If I thought about it at all, I wouldn't have answered truthfully, so I didn't. I just typed out a reply as quickly as I could and hit send.

Have you ever had sex with him ?

His epithet is King, Livvy, and no. I have never had sex with him. That doesn't mean value he hasn't fucked others.

This time I stewed for a piece, not sure how to respond. I pulled up one of my favorite stories from Alondra, suddenly conscious of a reoccurring theme throughout the storey she'd sent me - they all involved a couple watching their dog nooky someone. This time as I read it, I pictured Alondra and nick in the role of the duad and King as the dog. By the time I was done I was spent, having come at to the lowest degree 3 separate times, each clip with such intensity that, the conclusion metre, I think I blacked out for a few moments.

After that… I just lay there, re-reading her last message over and over and looking at the photo she'd sent. I was attracted to them. That wasn't even a question. Both of them. All three of them, actually, though it took me a while to include it to myself. Eventually, I opened up my email again, surprise to find that she'd sent me another message while I was making myself come.

Would you like him to hump you, Livvy ? I know your crick. I know exactly what you like, what you want, even if you have trouble admitting it. Just like in the storey I've sent, the ones you like proficient, where she's tied up and helpless, unable to put a plosive speech sound to it. dent and I would love to observe you. Think about it.

After that, I couldn't assistance but thinking about it. Long floor unretentive, that was how I ended up on here…

It hadn't happened all at once. I'd agonized about it for weeks while Alondra continued to ship me my dog fucking taradiddle. We went from email to messenger to video chat, a progression that felt raw as we got to know each former better. I found out that I liked her for more than just the bestiality stories she provided me with. Not only that, but I found myself attracted to her as well. dent even joined in, sometime. He was easy going, although he could be intense at sentence - they both could. They had that indefinable dominant aura about them which meshed well with my more submissive personality. It soon became clear that they were in cathexis while I, more than and more, let them get the lead. Not that it was anything overt. Just little suggestions at clock time of what to wear off during our television chat get togethers, or their use of my dog strumpet name ‘ Livvy'or my inability to fudge their interrogative sentence, no issue how embarrassing or humiliating.

The subject of fucking King, or rather, being fucked by him, came up more and more. It came to a compass point where she's always have him with her when in our video recording schmoose.

"Say hi to King, Livvy,"she recount me, and of course, I'd say hi."Doesn't he look sexy today ? He can't wait to finally adjoin you in person. He's hard right now, in fact. Do you want to see ? Of trend you do. See ? Now, It's only fair that he gets to see your pussy now. display us, Livvy. display him how wet you are for him."

And I would, and yes, I was wet. It got to the peak where I'd play with myself during the full conversation. Occasionally Alondra would evidence me to issue forth while she and big businessman, and sometimes Nick, watched.

"What are you Livvy ?"

"A slut."

"What kind of slut ?"

"A dog slut."I'd answer, mortified, knowing that she'd only let me come if I said it out loud to her.

"goodness young lady. Why don't you come for us ? For King and me."

And I would, and afterwards, I'd feel ashamed and embarrassed and humiliated and I couldn't wait until the adjacent time when I'd do it again…

Eventually, we set up a date.

"What's going to happen ?"I'd asked nervously. After all, I'd be travelling to another nation to meet mass I'd never met in person so that I could deliver sex with their dog.

"Nothing that you don't want, Livvy,"she reassured you."Don't worry. We're going to get fear of everything and we're going to take care of you."

They picked me up at the airport. King was with them. He shared the back seat with me. I'd worn a cute little sundress just as Alondra had suggested and spent the next hour or so ‘ getting to know'Martin Luther King in the rachis of their SUV while trying to carry on a conversation with his owners at the Sami metre. At number 1 he was content to simply whiff at me and figure out my arm a footling. It didn't take long before he decided that I smelled nice or something, and that progressed to him trying to lick my brass, my second joint, my shoulder, anywhere he could. At first, I tried to put off him, much to Alondra's amusement.

"You're so cunning, Livvy, but really, just feed him what you both want."

Blushing deeply, I relented, and tried to relax.

"Why don't you scoot over to the middle, Livvy, so we can see punter ?"

By this time, Billie Jean King had been working at pushing his nose up under the hem of my attire and licking the insides of my thigh as well as my scanty covered, schmalzy wet, pussy and I was becoming increasingly turned on. Without hesitation, I complied, placing myself directly between the straw man seats.

"Now spread your pegleg, hike your attire up like a unspoilt girl."

I did everything they told me too, including forcing myself not to come after I'd taken off my panties and let him lap eagerly at my bare bitch with his harsh spit, even though I wanted to so badly.

By the time we arrived at their house, I was a hot mess, unable to recall about anything beyond relief from the craving electrocution within me.

"Let's get you downstairs, Livvy. That's what you want, isn't it ? That's where King fucking all his sluts."

"Yes,"I panted, moaning loudly as Riley B King pushed his nozzle between my branch again, this metre from the rear, and tasted the succus trickling down the insides of my thigh.

They stripped me first. Then Alondra buckled the apprehension around my throat while ding took care of the ankle cuffs.

"branch behind your dorsum and seize your elbows, slut."

My weaponry were secured snuggly behind my back. It was uncomfortable, though not painful.

"John L. H. Down on your knees."

Nick helped me and then they both secured me to resound on the floor so that I was on my human knee, thighs spread apart, my ass up in the air, my cheek pressed against the floor.

Nick went back upstairs to get their Shepard while Alondra kept me fellowship, kissing me occasionally and teasing my mamilla and clit with her fingerbreadth so that I couldn't dressed ore on anything but her sense of touch.

When she stopped, suddenly, I let out a bewildered moan, opening my eyes, which I'd squeezed shut, in time to see Nick securing King on a chain on the wall opposite me. That's when she explained the timer to me after which, they'd left wing, and now…

I have no estimation how long it's been. It feels like hours. It's probably a lot LE. I'm dripping wet. I can feel the tickle of my succus down the insides of my thighs, or just clinging to my out lips until gravity finally frees them. I can't help opine a small puddle forming between my thighs. I'm drooling, too. My pulse has been racing for so yearn that I feel a little Light Within headed and my human knee and articulatio humeri are sore. As for King… he looks eager. At initiatory he was capacity to just sit on his haunches and vigil and wait. After a while, though, he get restless and started pacing back and forth, his eyes never leaving me, his tongue hanging out, though occasionally he'd suspension and lick his lips with it, or let out a indulgent woof of impatience.

"I know how you feel,"I'd tell him, feeling the same restlessness, although mine was mingle with fright and anxiety and a deep down thirst that was even more frightening than being taken by a dog.

It was during one of those moments that the timekeeper beeped, freeing King from his chemical bond. That's about all the warning I had. He didn't waste any prison term, simply rushing over to where I lay, my ass up in the air. I'd wondered what would happen. Would he just rape and ravage me immediately, or…

He started by licking me. My boldness first, giving me pooch kisses, which, try as I might, I had fuss returning. Then my throat and shoulder and really, my entire upper physical structure. By the time he discovered my tits and nipples I as moaning and writhing in place, so much so that he nipped one of my breasts as if to tell me to stay still, which I did, at least for a small while.

God, it felt so effective, his rough tongue rasping over overly sensitive swollen nipples while I was chained down, unable to escape. He gave the same treatment to my rib and hip bones, making me titter breathlessly until he found my exhibit SOB and cunt and settled decided that they were far more intriguing…

I came. Hard. It was almost immediate. Three or four slug and I was writing and moaning and crying out, ineffectual to hold back myself. He just kept licking. I wasn't certain if I came once for a very long time or various times, it was just too vivid to make sense of. I tried to extract my legs together so he couldn't get to me, forgetting about the chains securing my ankle joint. I tried to tell him to stop, but he ignored me, so I came again, waves of X rolling through me, shivers going up and down my thorn as I rocked back and forth, forward and back, his tongue pushing into my encompassing open pink slit, feeling as good as any dick, right in fact. He was licking up my juices like they were a treat, lapping at my button randomly until, instead of get along, I was poised on the edge, so close to falling over the edge again, but not quit able to. I wanted to scream with frustration. I started begging him to reach me come, to put his spit in me, into my puss, my ass, to fuck me. I needed him to gain me his cunt and fuck me…

Eventually, either he got the content or he just decided on his own. I gasped out loud as he suddenly mounted me, his forelegs suddenly around my waistline, holding tightly to me he poked at me with his erect cock. I couldn't see it, but I'd seen it before - Alondra had shown him off to me more than a few times. It was boneheaded and red and it had a weird channelize tip and it wasn't man. It took him a few endeavor to get it into me while I did my best to concur still for him. Once it was, he didn't hold back. It felt like a jackstones cock inside me. fast and furious and non-stop, while I could hear him panting just over my articulatio humeri, saliva drops splattering against my face.

Hard, deep, and inhumanly fast and there was no way to arrest him. I came again and then, when I felt his mi starting to swell in my snatch, locking us together, again, calling out Alondra's name, begging her to make it turn back, but it fell on deaf ears as far as I knew.

I felt him tense, his movement legs tightening around my waist, his claws leaving scratches that would be hard to explain on my belly, I felt him swelling inside of me, stretching me apart painfully, bigger than any hammer or anything else I'd ever had inside of me.

I screamed again, unable to maintain back, and then came as I felt the first squirt of dog cum pumping violently into me. It felt warmly, hot even as it filled me. He flooded me again while I was still in the throes of my climax. And again. I wondered, briefly, where the fuck it was all going, but then I was lost in another sexual climax and, by the time that one resided, I was simply sobbing, begging him to stop over, even though he already had, his slub embedded firmly inside of me, trapped inside my ruin mess of a fuck hole. I collapsed, spent.

Eventually, Alondra and gouge joined us, just in clock time for King to relieve himself, his knot shrining until he was able-bodied to pull his rooster out of me with a diffuse plopping sound. I could feel his cum spilling out of my and splashing on the floor and against my legs. One last humiliation, or so I thought. And then, as if to essay me wrong, he started lapping at me again, cleaning his spew from my ill-use pussy until, with a fierce shiver I came one finally time.

"Let's go upstairs and clean you up, Livvy,"Nick said, not unkindly.

"Was it all you wanted ?"Alondra asked as they unchained and untied me, allowing me to stretch out my sore arms and legs, my gaze shifting between their faces and King, and back again, focusing on Alondra's, finally. Nodding, I managed a grinning, my aspect hot as I met her eyes.

"Everything and more. Maybe tomorrow, you could… we could… again ? ”