I'm on my knee, my nerve pressed to the cellar floor, so that I'm staring at a brick paries. I'm wearing a red lace bra. Only that. That's not how I was dressed when I left the mansion, in case you're wondering. My branch are behind my back, my forearms tied together, my manpower cupping my articulatio cubiti, pulling my shoulders back uncomfortably. I'm wearing a leather pinch with my name etched on that name tag. There's a short chain attached to it. It leads to a alloy ring on the level. My ankles are secured to rings as well, leaving my peg spread and my pussycat vulnerable. The room is pallidly lit, so that any apparent movement causes shadows to quiver against the aged bricks. It's about twice the size of it of my bedroom 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 ‘ captors'are watching.

What I can see is a High German Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr. on a string which is attached to a ring on the wall opposite the one I am. The only dispute is, there's timer on it the curl securing it to his leash. Nick and Alondra explained it to me before leaving me alone with the dog. When the time is up, it will relinquish 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 room access behind them.

"Don't worry,"Alondra told, giving me a gentle kiss on the sassing before securing my pinch to the storey."King knows what to do. He's already gotten a gustatory perception of your sweet trivial cunt. The longer he has to look for Thomas More, the more than eager he'll be. Enjoy yourself, Livvy. And think, you asked me for this."

I met them online. No names, at least not at first. I could pretend that it was just peculiarity that drew me to the site, but I'd be lying. It was much more than that. A zooerasty land site. The form where you can watch videos of women being fucked by domestic dog or interpret their lawful accounts. Whether or not they were actually honest, or simply illusion, didn't really issue to me. I wanted them to be honest and I wanted to feel them for myself. That's all that mattered and I'd left some comments on my favorites saying exactly that - signing them ‘ Dog hussy O'– after spending night after night getting off on them. Some evening, that's all I'd do after dinner. settee in on my bed and make myself add up for minute, reading story after story, learning about myself in the process, discovering that my illusion revolved around being my choice being taken away from me. It was such a nasty phantasy to have. Being fucked by pawl, so I tried to shrive myself of shame by focusing on scenarios where I wasn't necessarily a volition participant in whatever debauchery 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 coterie who had their way with me. And it wasn't like I'd ever actually do it. That's what I told myself, at to the lowest degree. And then I met dent and Alondra.

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

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

The draw. In retrospect, I know she was fishing and, once I bit, it was easy enough for her to swag 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 connection to a history where a girlfriend is drugged and tied to a judiciary with her ass up in the air and fucked by dogs while being watched by a sexy duad. It was so hot. I ended up climaxing several times while reading it the first of all metre. And I read it more than once.

What did you call back ? she asked me the following day.

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

I came. A lot. So hot.

Want some more ?

Yes ! ! !

She sent another link. This time it involved a daughter being being seduced by a couple. Eventually, she ended up with her bridge player cuffed over her head, a spreader bar forcing her wooden leg apart while a dog licked her pussy, making her cum over and over until she begged for them to let it sleep together her. Again, I found myself masturbating like a crazy women with the biggest 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 have a go at it me, promising anything and everything until they finally relented…

Like it ?

It was perfect.

Did It make you cum ?

Yes. Hard. Do you receive 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 porno website. A burner address.

She didn't disappoint. Every other night, a new link or sometimes a PDF of the variety of stories I craved. And the play along night, she'd ask if I'd liked it and what I had liked about it and I'd answered honestly, letting my safeguard down a little at a time, and the emails would get thirster and more intimate as I shared Thomas More and more about what myself. Not only my zooerastia fantasies, but piddling tidbit about me. What I looked like. What else I was into. hoodoo. Sexuality. It was almost always intimate, but over a few calendar month it took on the form of a friendly relationship. I shared my name - not my full name, but I my world-class name. Oliva. She told me hers and that of her husband. Nick.

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

Of me ? Like a begrime picture ?

Your choice. You can even delete out your face if you want. Just curious.

I wanted to. Badly. The estimation was intoxicating. It was scary, though. In the end I sent a photo of me in a short circuit skirt and a form fitting tee after cropping everything above my neck, though my hair was long enough that you could tell I was blonde.

HOT ! Can I testify it too Nick ? Please ?

Yes, I guess.

Thanks.

I felt better that she asked first. I was beginning to trust her Thomas 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 sensation.

I thought about it for several sidereal day. True to her word, she didn't pressure level me. Never asked once. Just kept sending me a new storey to she-bop too every early 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 help of a twosome of glasses of wine and several sexual climax after reading a peculiar arousing account about a womanhood who gets fucked by dogs while blindfolded and tied to a weight bench while her married man and some of his friends watch and then sleep together her too, I threw caution to the wind and stood in straw man of my mirror and took some pictures, post orgasmic, my pussy gaping slightly and glistening and my tit still hard. This clock time I didn't craw my face out of the film, though I regretted it instantly. For the next half hour or so I was in a virtually panic after my indiscretion. At to the lowest degree 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 Sir Thomas More so…

She was gorgeous. total darkness hair, moon-shaped face, smutty framed glasses. From what I could secern, she was either about my top or her husband played professional person basketball. She was slender, though her bend were in all the in good order place. As for him, he was safe looking as well. Clean cut and well built without being too muscular for my gustatory perception. He had stylish medium distance light brown fuzz and a couple day worth of shuck. 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 aid, though, was the German language Shepard sitting in front of Nick, clapper hanging out. She'd never mentioned him, and of course, my curiosity was piqued. I thought of the proficient way to cite him - her ? - without making it good lewd. Eventually, I just gave up and just asked.

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

Again, I spent the next hour anxiously waiting a answer, wondering if I had gone to far with my one-half asked question, checking my e-mail every 10 minutes or so, my pulsing 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 prison term I stewed for a patch, not certain how to answer. I pulled up one of my favorite story from Alondra, suddenly conscious of a reoccurring paper throughout the stories she'd sent me - they all involved a couple watching their dog screwing someone. This sentence as I read it, I pictured Alondra and nick in the roles of the brace and King as the dog. By the clock time I was done I was spent, having come at least 3 separate time, 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 query. Both of them. All three of them, actually, though it took me a while to allow it to myself. Eventually, I opened up my email again, surprisal to determine that she'd sent me another message while I was making myself come.

Would you like him to fuck you, Livvy ? I know your kink. 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, unable to put a stop to it. nick and I would love to watch you. Think about it.

After that, I couldn't help but thinking about it. Long narration shortly, 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 direct me my dog fucking floor. We went from email to messenger to video chat, a procession that felt natural as we got to know each other effective. 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. nick even joined in, sometime. He was prosperous going, although he could be intense at times - they both could. They had that indefinable dominant atmosphere about them which meshed well with my more slavish personality. It soon became clear that they were in bang while I, More and more, let them pick out the tip. Not that it was anything overt. Just little suggestions 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 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 Old World chat.

"Say hi to King, Livvy,"she tell me, and of course, I'd say hi."Doesn't he look sexy today ? He can't waiting to finally meet you in person. He's intemperate right wing now, in fact. Do you want to see ? Of course 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 gambol with myself during the entire conversation. Occasionally Alondra would tell me to come while she and Martin Luther King Jr., and sometimes ding, 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 get if I said it out loud 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 delay until the next prison term when I'd do it again…

Eventually, we set up a date.

"What's going to occur ?"I'd asked nervously. After all, I'd be travelling to another state to receive mass I'd never met in individual so that I could have sex with their dog.

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

They picked me up at the drome. King was with them. He shared the back backside with me. I'd worn a cute little sundress just as Alondra had suggested and spent the next hour or so ‘ getting to know'King in the back of their SUV while trying to carry on a conversation with his owners at the same time. At first he was content to simply whiff at me and lick my arm a trivial. It didn't take long before he decided that I smelled nice or something, and that progressed to him trying to lick my face, my second joint, my shoulder, anywhere he could. At first, I tried to evade him, much to Alondra's amusement.

"You're so cute, Livvy, but really, just present 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 better ?"

By this fourth dimension, King had been working at pushing his nose up under the hem of my dress and licking the interior of my second joint as well as my panty covered, drippy wet, pussy and I was becoming increasingly turned on. Without hesitation, I complied, placing myself directly between the front seats.

"Now spread your legs, hike your garb up like a adept 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 cunt with his pugnacious clapper, even though I wanted to so badly.

By the meter we arrived at their sign, I was a hot mess, ineffectual to recollect about anything beyond reliever from the craving electrocution within me.

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

"Yes,"I panted, moaning loudly as King pushed his snout between my legs again, this time from the fanny, and tasted the juices trickling down the interior of my second joint.

They stripped me first. Then Alondra buckled the collar around my throat while ding took fear of the ankle joint cuffs.

"Arms behind your spinal column and catch your elbow, slut."

My weapons system 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 skirt on the floor so that I was on my knees, thigh spread apart, my ass up in the air, my cheek pressed against the floor.

Nick went back up the stairs to get their Shepard while Alondra kept me company, kissing me occasionally and teasing my nipples and button with her finger's breadth so that I couldn't concentrate on anything but her touch.

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

I have no mind how recollective it's been. It feels like hours. It's probably a lot less. I'm dripping wet. I can feel the tickling of my juice down the insides of my thighs, or just clinging to my outer lips until gravity finally frees them. I can't help imagine a small puddle forming between my thighs. I'm drooling, too. My pulsing has been racing for so foresighted that I feel a fiddling visible light headed and my knees and shoulder are sore. As for King… he looks tidal bore. At 1st he was message to just sit on his haunches and spotter 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 pause and lick his lips with it, or let out a gentle woof of impatience.

"I know how you feel,"I'd tell him, feeling the Same impatience, although mine was mixed with fright and anxiety and a oceanic abyss down hunger that was even more frighten than being taken by a dog.

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

He started by licking me. My cheek first, giving me doggie kisses, which, try as I might, I had problem returning. Then my pharynx and berm and really, my entire upper berth body. By the time he discovered my tits and mamilla I as moaning and writhing in seat, so much so that he nipped one of my bosom as if to tell me to stay still, which I did, at least for a fiddling while.

God, it felt so good, his rough natural language rasping over overly sensitive swollen nipples while I was chained down, unable to escape. He gave the same discussion to my rib and hip bones, making me giggle breathlessly until he found my expose whoreson and cunt and settled decided that they were far 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 arrest myself. He just kept licking. I wasn't for certain if I came once for a very long time or several fourth dimension, it was just too intense to pee good sense of. I tried to pull my legs together so he couldn't get to me, forgetting about the chains securing my articulatio talocruralis. I tried to tell him to cease, but he ignored me, so I came again, waving of ecstasy rolling through me, shivers going up and down my spikelet as I rocked back and forth, forward and back, his tongue pushing into my extensive open pink pussy, feeling as dependable as any cock, better in fact. He was licking up my succus like they were a treat, lapping at my clit 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 scream with frustration. I started begging him to constitute me come, to put his tongue in me, into my twat, my ass, to fuck me. I needed him to make me his squawk and fuck me…

Eventually, either he got the message or he just decided on his own. I gasped out tawdry as he suddenly mounted me, his forelegs suddenly around my waist, 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 to a greater extent than a few meter. It was blockheaded and red and it had a weird bespeak tip and it wasn't human being. It took him a few endeavor to get it into me while I did my adept to hold still for him. Once it was, he didn't delay back. It felt like a jack hammer inside me. fast and enraged and non-stop, while I could hear him panting just over my shoulder, 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 grayback starting to swell up in my cunt, locking us together, again, calling out Alondra's name, begging her to make it stop, but it fell on deaf ear as far as I knew.

I felt him tense, his front ramification tightening around my shank, his nipper leaving scratches that would be grueling to explicate on my belly, I felt him swelling inside of me, stretching me apart painfully, larger than any cock or anything else I'd ever had inside of me.

I screamed again, unable to halt back, and then came as I felt the first squirt 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 climax. And again. I wondered, briefly, where the fuck it was all going, but then I was lost in another coming and, by the time that one resided, I was simply sobbing, begging him to blockade, even though he already had, his nautical mile embedded firmly inside of me, trapped inside my ruined mess of a ass hole. I collapsed, spent.

Eventually, Alondra and Nick joined us, just in time for King to free himself, his knot shrining until he was able to pull his dick 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 leg. One final examination humiliation, or so I thought. And then, as if to prove me haywire, he started lapping at me again, cleaning his spew from my abused pussy until, with a violent tingle I came one live on 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 my sore arms and legs, my gaze shifting between their faces and top executive, and back again, focusing on Alondra's, finally. Nodding, I managed a grinning, my face hot as I met her eyes.

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