I'm on my knees, my buttock pressed to the basement level, 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 menage, in pillowcase you're wondering. My arms are behind my cover, my forearms tied together, my work force cupping my articulatio cubiti, pulling my shoulder joint back uncomfortably. I'm wearing a leather apprehension with my name etched on that name tag. There's a short mountain chain attached to it. It leads to a metal ring on the floor. My ankles are secured to rings as well, leaving my wooden leg spread and my pussycat vulnerable. The elbow room is palely lit, so that any movement causes shadows to flicker against the senesce bricks. It's about twice the size of my bedchamber and a wooden stair leads up to the house above. While I can't see it, I know there's a photographic camera in on quoin, focused on me, and I'm assuming that my ‘ captor'are watching.

What I can see is a German language Shepard on a chain which is attached to a ring on the paries opposite the one I am. The only conflict is, there's timer on it the ringlet securing it to his apprehension. Nick and Alondra explained it to me before leaving me alone with the dog. When the time is up, it will give up him to do… whatever he wants. When I asked how long it's set for, Alondra just laughed and told me not to worry about it. Then they left, going back upstairs, shutting the threshold behind them.

"Don't worry,"Alondra told, giving me a gentle buss on the mouth before securing my neckband to the storey."King knows what to do. He's already gotten a taste of your sweetly footling cunt. The longer he has to await for more, the Sir Thomas More bore he'll be. Enjoy yourself, Livvy. And remember, you asked me for this."

I met them online. No names, at least not at low gear. I could pretend that it was just curio that drew me to the site, but I'd be lying. It was much more than that. A bestiality website. The variety where you can watch TV of women being fucked by cad or register their dependable explanation. Whether or not they were actually true, or simply fantasy, didn't really matter to me. I wanted them to be true and I wanted to experience them for myself. That's all that mattered and I'd left some scuttlebutt on my favorite saying exactly that - signing them ‘ Dog slattern O'– after spending night after night getting off on them. Some evenings, that's all I'd do after dinner party. settle in on my bed and make myself come for hours, reading story after story, learning about myself in the summons, discovering that my phantasy revolved around being my choice being taken away from me. It was such a nasty illusion to own. Being fucked by weenie, so I tried to absolve myself of ignominy by focusing on scenarios where I wasn't necessarily a willing player in whatever saturnalia I had dreamed up for myself.

Sometimes I'd scene 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 face pack 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 portion more like it.

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

Yes, please.

And she did, sending me a link to a tale where a girl is drugged and tied to a bench with her ass up in the air and fucked by dogs while being watched by a sexy dyad. It was so hot. I ended up climaxing respective times while reading it the first fourth dimension. And I read it more than once.

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

It was the net and I was just a random girl with a fascination for fucking frank named ‘ Dog Slut O'

I came. A lot. So hot.

Want some more ?

Yes ! ! !

She sent another inter-group communication. This time it involved a girl being being seduced by a couple. Eventually, she ended up with her hands cuffed over her head, a broadcaster bar forcing her legs apart while a dog licked her pussycat, making her seed over and over until she begged for them to let it sleep together her. Again, I found myself masturbating like a crazy cleaning woman with the biggest dildo I owned, picturing myself as the girl, the dog's nose buried between my thighs, his roughly glossa imbrication at me mercilessly while I hung there, begging for them to let him make love me, promising anything and everything until they finally relented…

Like it ?

It was perfect.

Did It urinate you cum ?

Yes. Hard. Do you have 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 sites. A burner destination.

She didn't disappoint. Every other night, a new liaison or sometimes a PDF of the kind of stories 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 guard down a petty at a time, and the electronic mail would get farsighted and more internal as I shared more and more about what myself. Not only my bestiality fantasies, but little tidbit about me. What I looked like. What else I was into. juju. gender. It was almost always intimate, but over a few months it took on the form of a friendship. I shared my name - not my full name, but I my outset name. Oliva. She told me hers and that of her husband. ding.

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

Of me ? Like a dirty pic ?

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

I wanted to. Badly. The idea was intoxicating. It was shivery, though. In the end I sent a photo of me in a unretentive skirt and a soma fitting tee after cropping everything above my neck opening, though my tomentum was long enough that you could tell I was blonde.

HOT ! Can I show it too snick ? Please ?

Yes, I guess.

Thanks.

I felt better that she asked first. I was beginning to swear 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.

I thought about it for respective days. True to her word, she didn't insistence me. Never asked once. Just kept sending me a new news report to masturbate too every former day and asking me what I thought on the days inbetween until we had formed something akin to a friendly relationship, although the topic was still almost explicitly about sex….

Finally, with the aid of a couple of chicken feed of vino and several orgasms after reading a finical arousing story about a woman who gets fucked by weenie while blindfolded and tied to a weight bench while her married man and some of his champion spotter and then have intercourse her too, I threw caution to the wind instrument and stood in front of my mirror and took some pictures, station orgasmic, my pussycat gaping slightly and glistening and my nipples still hard. This time I didn't crop my font out of the delineation, though I regretted it instantly. For the next half hour or so I was in a go up panic after my injudiciousness. At least until Alondra replied.

You're gorgeous. Thank you. Only reasonable 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. Shirley Temple Black hair, moon-shaped side, black framed glasses. From what I could tell, she was either about my tiptop or her husband played pro basketball. She was slender, though her curved shape were in all the right hand places. As for him, he was well looking as well. Clean cut and well built without being too brawny for my tastes. He had stylish culture medium length light dark-brown hair and a couple days worth of stubble. Alondra had told me he loved the outdoors and I could easily picture him out in the woodwind instrument hiking or boating on a lake.

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

You guys search 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 one-half asked query, checking my email every 10 minutes or so, my pulse racing when she finally replied.

gladiolus 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 answer as quickly as I could and hit send.

Have you ever had sex with him ?

His name is Rex, 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 while, not surely how to reply. I pulled up one of my darling history from Alondra, suddenly witting of a reoccurring radical throughout the stories she'd sent me - they all involved a couple watching their dog fuck someone. This time as I read it, I pictured Alondra and dent in the roles of the duo and business leader as the dog. By the time I was done I was spent, having come at least 3 separate fourth dimension, each time with such intensity that, the last time, 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 inquiry. Both of them. All three of them, actually, though it took me a patch to hold it to myself. Eventually, I opened up my email again, surprisal to find that she'd sent me another content while I was making myself come.

Would you like him to bang you, Livvy ? I know your twirl. I know exactly what you like, what you want, even if you have trouble admitting it. Just like in the stories I've sent, the ones you like best, where she's tied up and helpless, ineffectual to put a catch to it. Nick and I would love to take in you. recollect about it.

After that, I couldn't help but thinking about it. Long story short, 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 send me my dog fucking history. We went from e-mail to messenger to video chat, a progression that felt natural as we got to be intimate each other estimable. I found out that I liked her for more than just the zooerasty 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 times - they both could. They had that indefinable dominant glory about them which meshed well with my more subservient personality. It soon became clear that they were in thrill while I, more and more, let them need the lead. Not that it was anything overt. Just little suggestions at fourth dimension 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 questions, no matter 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 say me, and of course of instruction, I'd say hi."Doesn't he look sexy today ? He can't wait to finally meet you in individual. He's hard right now, in fact. Do you want to see ? Of path 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 point where I'd maneuver with myself during the stallion conversation. Occasionally Alondra would tell me to number while she and King, and sometimes Nick, watched.

"What are you Livvy ?"

"A slut."

"What kind of trollop ?"

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

"good girl. 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 go on ?"I'd asked nervously. After all, I'd be travelling to another body politic to meet people I'd never met in person so that I could get sex with their dog.

"nada that you don't want, Livvy,"she reassured you."Don't concern. We're going to take care of everything and we're going to take care of you."

They picked me up at the aerodrome. B. B. King was with them. He shared the back tooshie with me. I'd worn a cunning slight sundress just as Alondra had suggested and spent the next time of day or so ‘ getting to roll in the hay'King in the vertebral column of their SUV while trying to carry on a conversation with his possessor at the Sami sentence. At first he was contented to simply sniff at me and lick my arm a niggling. It didn't take long before he decided that I smelled nice or something, and that progressed to him trying to lick my cheek, my thigh, my shoulder joint, anywhere he could. At first, I tried to evade him, much to Alondra's entertainment.

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

Blushing deeply, I relented, and tried to relax.

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

By this time, King had been working at pushing his nose up under the hem of my dress and licking the interior of my thigh as well as my panty covered, drippy wet, slit and I was becoming increasingly turned on. Without wavering, I complied, placing myself directly between the strawman seats.

"Now spread your branch, hike your dress up like a respectable girl."

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

By the time we arrived at their star sign, I was a hot mess, unable to recollect about anything beyond relief from the craving burning within me.

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

"Yes,"I panted, moaning loudly as male monarch pushed his neb between my peg again, this time from the rear, and tasted the succus trickling down the insides of my thighs.

They stripped me first. Then Alondra buckled the pinch around my throat while snick took attention of the articulatio talocruralis cuffs.

"branch behind your back and grab your human elbow, slut."

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

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

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

notch went back upstairs to get their Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr. while Alondra kept me company, kissing me occasionally and teasing my nipple and clitoris with her digit so that I couldn't concentrate on anything but her touch.

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

I have no thought how long it's been. It feels like hour. 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 forbidden backtalk until graveness finally frees them. I can't avail imagine a small puddle forming between my second joint. I'm drooling, too. My heartbeat has been racing for so long that I feel a petty light headed and my knee and shoulder are sore. As for King… he looks eager. At showtime he was content to just sit on his haunches and spotter and wait. After a piece, though, he get restless and started pacing back and forth, his eyes never leaving me, his tongue hanging out, though occasionally he'd intermission and lick his lips with it, or let out a easy woof of impatience.

"I know how you feel,"I'd tell him, feeling the same impatience, although mine was mixed with fear and anxiousness and a rich 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 Bond. That's about all the word of advice I had. He didn't dissipation any time, simply rushing over to where I lay, my ass up in the air. I'd wondered what would befall. Would he just colza and desolate me immediately, or…

He started by licking me. My fount first, giving me bow-wow kiss, which, try as I might, I had trouble returning. Then my throat and shoulder and really, my stallion upper body. By the clip he discovered my tits and nipple I as moaning and writhing in office, so much so that he nipped one of my breasts as if to tell me to stay on still, which I did, at least for a little while.

God, it felt so beneficial, his rough tongue rasping over overly sensitive swollen nipples while I was chained down, ineffective to elude. He gave the same handling to my ribs and hip bones, making me titter breathlessly until he found my break motherfucker and pussy and settled decided that they were far more intriguing…

I came. Hard. It was almost contiguous. Three or four slug and I was writing and moaning and crying out, unable to give up myself. He just kept licking. I wasn't sure if I came once for a very tenacious time or several times, it was just too vivid to make sense of. I tried to attract my pegleg together so he couldn't get to me, forgetting about the string securing my ankle joint. I tried to tell him to block off, but he ignored me, so I came again, wafture of go rolling through me, shivers going up and down my spine as I rocked back and forth, forward and back, his knife pushing into my wide open pink twat, feel as respectable as any cock, better in fact. He was licking up my juice like they were a kickshaw, lapping at my clitoris randomly until, instead of number, I was poised on the edge, so close to falling over the boundary again, but not throw in able to. I wanted to yell with defeat. I started begging him to make me do, to put his spit in me, into my pussy, my ass, to fuck me. I needed him to make me his cunt and nooky 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 thick and red and it had a weird pointed tip and it wasn't human. It took him a few effort to get it into me while I did my best to prevail still for him. Once it was, he didn't hold back. It felt like a jack power hammer inside me. fast and angered 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 stop him. I came again and then, when I felt his knot starting to tumesce in my cunt, locking us together, again, calling out Alondra's public figure, begging her to make it break off, but it fell on deaf auricle as far as I knew.

I felt him tense, his front legs tightening around my waist, his claws leaving scribble that would be toilsome to explicate 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 hold up back, and then came as I felt the first spirt 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 throes of my orgasm. 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 knot embedded firmly inside of me, trapped inside my ruin mess of a fuck hole. I collapsed, spent.

Eventually, Alondra and notch joined us, just in clock time for King to free himself, his knot shrining until he was capable to draw in his rooster out of me with a gentle plopping sound. I could experience his cum spilling out of my and splashing on the floor and against my legs. One concluding chagrin, or so I thought. And then, as if to leaven me wrong, he started lapping at me again, cleaning his spew from my step pussy until, with a red shiver I came one last time.

"Let's go on a higher floor 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 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 nerve hot as I met her eyes.

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