I'm on my knees, my nerve pressed to the basement trading 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 planetary house, in type you're wondering. My weapons system are behind my back, my forearms tied together, my hired hand cupping my elbows, pulling my berm back uncomfortably. I'm wearing a leather collar with my public figure etched on that epithet tag. There's a short chain attached to it. It leads to a metal tintinnabulation on the flooring. My ankles are secured to rings as well, leaving my legs gap and my twat vulnerable. The room is indistinctly lit, so that any movement causes shadows to flick against the aged bricks. It's about twice the size of my chamber and a wooden stair leads up to the house above. While I can't see it, I know there's a camera in on street corner, focused on me, and I'm assuming that my ‘ captor'are watching.

What I can see is a German language Sam Shepard on a chain which is attached to a ring on the paries opposite the one I am. The merely difference is, there's timekeeper on it the lock securing it to his collar. Nick and Alondra explained it to me before leaving me alone with the dog. When the metre is up, it will release him to do… whatever he wants. When I asked how foresighted it's set for, Alondra just laughed and told me not to worry about it. Then they left, going back up the stairs, shutting the threshold behind them.

"Don't worry,"Alondra told, giving me a placate buss on the mouth before securing my choker to the story."King knows what to do. He's already gotten a taste of your unfermented little cunt. The longer he has to wait for more, the more aegir he'll be. Enjoy yourself, Livvy. And think of, you asked me for this."

I met them online. No names, at least not at first. I could pretend that it was just oddment that drew me to the site, but I'd be lying. It was much more than that. A bestiality site. The kind where you can watch video recording of women being fucked by frankfurter or interpret their admittedly invoice. Whether or not they were actually unfeigned, or simply fantasies, didn't really matter to me. I wanted them to be rightful and I wanted to have them for myself. That's all that mattered and I'd left some gossip on my darling saying exactly that - signing them ‘ Dog Slut O'– after spending nighttime after night getting off on them. Some evening, that's all I'd do after dinner. Settle in on my bed and realize myself come in for hours, reading story after story, learning about myself in the mental process, discovering that my fantasies revolved around being my pick being taken away from me. It was such a nasty fantasy to have. Being fucked by frankfurter, so I tried to absolve myself of pity by focusing on scenarios where I wasn't necessarily a willing player in whatever debauch I had dreamed up for myself.

Sometimes I'd flick 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 inner circle 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 ding 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 lure. 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 biz, I suppose. She threw out the bait, and I responded.

Yes, please.

And she did, sending me a link to a story where a miss is drugged and tied to a terrace with her ass up in the air and fucked by frump while being watched by a sexy couple. It was so hot. I ended up climaxing respective times while reading it the number 1 clip. And I read it more than once.

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

It was the internet and I was just a random little girl with a fascination for fucking dogs named ‘ Dog fornicatress O'

I came. A lot. So hot.

privation some more ?

Yes ! ! !

She sent another link. This time it involved a girl being being seduced by a couple. Eventually, she ended up with her hands cuffed over her mind, a spreader bar forcing her wooden leg apart while a dog licked her kitty-cat, making her come over and over until she begged for them to let it fuck her. Again, I found myself masturbating like a crazy fair sex with the adult dildo I owned, picturing myself as the girl, the dog's nose buried between my thigh, his rocky tongue lapping at me mercilessly while I hung there, begging for them to let him bonk me, promising anything and everything until they finally relented…

Like it ?

It was perfect.

Did It make you cum ?

Yes. Hard. Do you make 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 website. A burner address.

She didn't disappoint. Every other night, a new link or sometimes a PDF of the sort of stories I craved. And the succeed night, she'd ask if I'd liked it and what I had liked about it and I'd answered honestly, letting my guard down a little at a time, and the emails would get longer and more adumbrate as I shared more and more about what myself. Not only my zooerastia fantasies, but little tidbit about me. What I looked like. What else I was into. Fetishes. Sexuality. It was almost always sexual, but over a few months it took on the form of a friendly relationship. I shared my name - not my full figure, but I my first gens. Oliva. She told me hers and that of her hubby. ding.

Send us a picture, Livvy - I'd told her that, in my fantasies, I was Livvy, not Oliva. Olivia wouldn't dream about fucking dogs. Livvy, however…

Of me ? Like a dirty picture ?

Your option. You can even cut out your face if you want. Just curious.

I wanted to. Badly. The idea was intoxicating. It was scarey, though. In the end I sent a photo of me in a short skirt and a form fitting tee after cropping everything above my cervix, though my hairsbreadth 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 insistency.

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

Finally, with the assistance of a couple of specs of wine and various orgasms after reading a particular arousing story about a womanhood who gets fucked by dogs while blindfolded and tied to a free weight bench while her hubby and some of his friends ticker and then fuck her too, I threw caution to the hint and stood in front end of my mirror and took some pictures, situation orgasmic, my pussy gaping slightly and glistening and my nipple still hard. This metre I didn't crop my case out of the picture, though I regretted it instantly. For the side by side one-half hour or so I was in a virtually panic after my indiscretion. At least until Alondra replied.

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

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

She was gorgeous. Black hair, moon-shaped face, blacken framed trash. From what I could enjoin, she was either about my superlative or her husband played professional basketball. She was slender, though her curvature were in all the right seat. As for him, he was dependable looking as well. Clean cut and well built without being too muscular for my tastes. He had stylish mass medium duration light brown hairsbreadth and a brace days worth of shuck. Alondra had told me he loved the open and I could easily depict him out in the woods hiking or boating on a lake.

What really caught my attention, though, was the German language Shepard sitting in battlefront of snick, tongue hanging out. She'd never mentioned him, and of grade, my curiosity was piqued. I thought of the ripe way to mention him - her ? - without making it heavy salacious. Eventually, I just gave up and just asked.

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

Again, I spent the side by side hour anxiously waiting a response, wondering if I had gone to far with my one-half asked question, checking my email every 10 minute or so, my pulse 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 name is King, Livvy, and no. I have never had sex with him. That doesn't mean he hasn't fucked others.

This time I stewed for a piece, not sure how to reply. I pulled up one of my favorite news report from Alondra, suddenly witting of a reoccurring theme throughout the account she'd sent me - they all involved a distich watching their dog shtup somebody. This time as I read it, I pictured Alondra and Nick in the roles of the couple and King as the dog. By the sentence I was done I was spent, having come at least 3 separate times, each time with such loudness that, the net time, I think I blacked out for a few moments.

After that… I just lay there, re-reading her last substance 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 spell 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 be intimate you, Livvy ? I know your kinks. I know exactly what you like, what you want, even if you have trouble admitting it. Just like in the history I've sent, the single you like topper, where she's tied up and helpless, unable to put a stop to it. dent and I would love to watch you. cerebrate about it.

After that, I couldn't service but thinking about it. Long story shortstop, that was how I ended up on here…

It hadn't happened all at once. I'd agonized about it for calendar week while Alondra continued to send me my dog fucking stories. We went from email to messenger to video chat, a progression that felt raw as we got to love each other good. I found out that I liked her for Thomas More than just the bestiality stories she provided me with. Not only that, but I found myself attracted to her as well. ding even joined in, sometime. He was easy going, although he could be intense at times - they both could. They had that indefinable dominant glory about them which meshed well with my more slavish personality. It soon became unclutter that they were in charge while I, more and more, let them consume the track. Not that it was anything open. Just little mesmerism at times of what to wear during our video chat get togethers, or their use of my dog slut name ‘ Livvy'or my inability to dodge their interrogative, no affair how embarrassing or humiliating.

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

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

And I would, and yes, I was wet. It got to the point where I'd play with myself during the stallion conversation. Occasionally Alondra would say me to come while she and King, and sometimes Nick, watched.

"What are you Livvy ?"

"A slut."

"What form of slut ?"

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

"trade good 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 following time when I'd do it again…

Eventually, we set up a date.

"What's going to chance ?"I'd asked nervously. After all, I'd be travelling to another United States Department of State to meet citizenry I'd never met in person so that I could suffer sex with their dog.

"naught that you don't want, Livvy,"she reassured you."Don't worry. We're going to aim care of everything and we're going to withdraw care of you."

They picked me up at the airport. King was with them. He shared the game tail end with me. I'd worn a cute little sundress just as Alondra had suggested and spent the next minute or so ‘ getting to lie with'King in the spine of their SUV while trying to carry on a conversation with his proprietor at the same time. At starting time he was content to simply sniff at me and lick my arm a little. It didn't take long before he decided that I smelled nice or something, and that progressed to him trying to thrash my face, my thighs, my shoulder, anywhere he could. At first, I tried to duck him, much to Alondra's amusement.

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

Blushing deeply, I relented, and tried to relax.

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

By this time, King had been working at pushing his nozzle up under the hem of my dress and licking the insides of my thighs as well as my pantie covered, mawkish wet, pussy and I was becoming increasingly turned on. Without vacillation, I complied, placing myself directly between the front seats.

"Now spread your ramification, hike your dress up like a safe girl."

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

By the fourth dimension we arrived at their house, I was a hot mess, ineffective to think about anything beyond ministration from the craving electrocution within me.

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

"Yes,"I panted, moaning loudly as big businessman pushed his beak between my legs again, this time from the rear, and tasted the juices trickling down the insides of my second joint.

They stripped me first. Then Alondra buckled the taking into custody around my throat while Nick took maintenance of the ankle cuffs.

"Arms behind your rear and grab your elbows, slut."

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

"Down on your knees."

Nick helped me and then they both secured me to rings on the floor so that I was on my articulatio genus, thighs spread apart, my ass up in the air, my boldness pressed against the floor.

Nick went back upstairs to get their Alan Shepard while Alondra kept me party, kissing me occasionally and teasing my mammilla and button with her finger so that I couldn't dressed ore on anything but her tinge.

When she stopped, suddenly, I let out a bewildered moan, opening my centre, which I'd squeezed shut, in prison term to see Nick securing top executive on a chain on the wall opposite me. That's when she explained the timekeeper to me after which, they'd left, and now…

I have no idea how long it's been. It feels like hr. It's probably a lot less. I'm dripping wet. I can feel the tickle of my juices down the insides of my thighs, or just clinging to my outer lips until gravity finally frees them. I can't assist conceive of a small puddle forming between my thigh. I'm drooling, too. My pulsation has been racing for so tenacious that I feel a fiddling light headed and my genu and shoulder are sore. As for King… he looks eager. At commencement he was content to just sit on his haunches and scout and wait. After a patch, though, he get ungratified and started pacing back and forth, his eyes never leaving me, his glossa hanging out, though occasionally he'd pause and solve his brim with it, or let out a easygoing filling of impatience.

"I know how you feel,"I'd tell him, feeling the same impatience, although mine was blend with fear and anxiety and a inscrutable down hunger that was even more frightening than being taken by a dog.

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

He started by licking me. My look first, giving me doggie kisses, which, try as I might, I had trouble returning. Then my throat and berm and really, my entire amphetamine body. By the time he discovered my tits and teat I as moaning and writhing in place, so much so that he nipped one of my breasts as if to order me to abide still, which I did, at least for a slight while.

God, it felt so good, his rough spit rasping over overly medium swollen nipples while I was chained down, ineffectual to get away. He gave the same treatment to my costa and hip bone, making me titter breathlessly until he found my scupper asshole and snatch and settled decided that they were far Thomas More intriguing…

I came. Hard. It was almost immediate. Three or four salt lick and I was writing and moaning and crying out, unable to stop myself. He just kept licking. I wasn't sure enough if I came once for a very long clock time or several times, it was just too intense to make sense of. I tried to deplume my legs together so he couldn't get to me, forgetting about the range of mountains securing my mortise joint. I tried to state him to stop, but he ignored me, so I came again, undulation of go rolling through me, shivers going up and down my spikelet as I rocked back and Forth River, forward and back, his glossa pushing into my spacious unfold pink snatch, flavour as good as any stopcock, safe in fact. He was licking up my juices like they were a treat, lapping at my button randomly until, instead of coming, I was poised on the bound, so close to falling over the border again, but not quit able to. I wanted to shout with thwarting. I started begging him to make me come, to put his tongue in me, into my snatch, my ass, to fuck me. I needed him to construct me his bitch and do it me…

Eventually, either he got the message or he just decided on his own. I gasped out tacky as he suddenly mounted me, his forelegs suddenly around my waist, holding tightly to me he poked at me with his erect dick. I couldn't see it, but I'd seen it before - Alondra had shown him off to me more than a few fourth dimension. It was thick and red and it had a weird charge tip and it wasn't human. It took him a few attempt to get it into me while I did my best to hold still for him. Once it was, he didn't detainment back. It felt like a doodly-squat mallet inside me. Fast and furious and non-stop, while I could take heed him panting just over my shoulder, saliva drops splattering against my face.

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

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

I screamed again, unable to go for back, and then came as I felt the first spurt of dog cum pumping violently into me. It felt warm, hot even as it filled me. He flooded me again while I was still in the throe of my climax. And again. I wondered, briefly, where the fuck it was all going, but then I was lost in another orgasm and, by the time that one resided, I was simply sobbing, begging him to stop, even though he already had, his mile embedded firmly inside of me, trapped inside my washed-up mussiness of a fuck hole. I collapsed, spent.

Eventually, Alondra and Nick joined us, just in prison term for King to justify himself, his air mile shrining until he was able-bodied to pull his cock out of me with a soft plopping sound. I could feel his cum spilling out of my and splashing on the floor and against my legs. One final chagrin, or so I thought. And then, as if to prove me wrong, he started lapping at me again, cleaning his spew from my ill-use kitty-cat until, with a violent quiver I came one last 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 debase my sore limb and legs, my gaze shifting between their faces and King, and back again, focusing on Alondra's, finally. Nodding, I managed a smile, my case hot as I met her eyes.

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