I'm on my articulatio genus, my cheek pressed to the basement flooring, so that I'm staring at a brick bulwark. I'm wearing a red lace bra. Only that. That's not how I was dressed when I left the planetary house, in case you're wondering. My arm are behind my cover, my forearms tied together, my hands cupping my articulatio cubiti, pulling my shoulder joint back uncomfortably. I'm wearing a leather collar with my name etched on that name tag. There's a brusque chain attached to it. It leads to a metal closed chain on the floor. My articulatio talocruralis are secured to rings as well, leaving my leg spread and my twat vulnerable. The room is palely lit, so that any movement causes shadows to flicker against the senesce bricks. It's about twice the size of my bedroom 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 ‘ capturer'are watching.

What I can see is a German Alan Shepard on a mountain range which is attached to a halo on the wall opposite the one I am. The solely difference is, there's timer on it the lock chamber securing it to his collar. dent and Alondra explained it to me before leaving me alone with the dog. When the time is up, it will release him to do… whatever he wants. When I asked how foresightful it's set for, Alondra just laughed and told me not to concern about it. Then they left, going back upstairs, shutting the doorway behind them.

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

I met them online. No name, at least not at first. I could pretend that it was just curiosity that drew me to the situation, but I'd be lying. It was much more than that. A bestiality website. The kind where you can observe video of women being fucked by dogs or learn their unfeigned accounts. Whether or not they were actually true, or simply fantasies, didn't really matter to me. I wanted them to be avowedly and I wanted to experience them for myself. That's all that mattered and I'd left some comments on my deary saying exactly that - signing them ‘ Dog Slut O'– after spending night after night getting off on them. Some eve, that's all I'd do after dinner. settle in on my bed and make myself come for hour, reading story after story, learning about myself in the process, discovering that my fantasies revolved around being my selection being taken away from me. It was such a smutty fantasy to sustain. Being fucked by bounder, so I tried to absolve myself of pity by focusing on scenarios where I wasn't necessarily a leave participant in whatever debauchery I had dreamed up for myself.

Sometimes I'd 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 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 notch and Alondra.

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

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

The hook. In retrospect, I know she was fishing and, once I bit, it was slowly enough for her to keel 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 inter-group communication to a story where a little 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 yoke. It was so hot. I ended up climaxing several times while reading it the first time. And I read it more than once.

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

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

I came. A lot. So hot.

Want some more ?

Yes ! ! !

She sent another connection. This prison term it involved a female child being being seduced by a dyad. Eventually, she ended up with her hands cuffed over her principal, a spreader bar forcing her legs apart while a dog licked her kitty, making her come over and over until she begged for them to let it fuck her. Again, I found myself masturbating like a half-baked woman with the magnanimous dildo I owned, picturing myself as the girl, the dog's nose buried between my second joint, his approximate 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 perfect.

Did It make 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 to the lowest degree one that I used for porn situation. A burner address.

She didn't disappoint. Every former night, a new connexion or sometimes a PDF of the kind of narration I craved. And the espouse Nox, she'd ask if I'd liked it and what I had liked about it and I'd answered honestly, letting my safety device down a piddling at a sentence, and the emails would get longer and more knowledgeable as I shared more and more about what myself. Not only my bestiality fantasies, but trivial choice morsel about me. What I looked like. What else I was into. hoodoo. 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 wax epithet, but I my world-class name. Oliva. She told me hers and that of her husband. snick.

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 unsportsmanlike picture ?

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

I wanted to. Badly. The approximation was intoxicating. It was scary, though. In the end I sent a pic of me in a short dame and a form trying on tee after cropping everything above my neck, though my pilus was long enough that you could differentiate I was blonde.

HOT ! Can I picture it too snick ? 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.

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

Finally, with the service of a pair of spectacles of wine-coloured and several orgasm after reading a particular arousing story about a woman who gets fucked by dogs while blindfolded and tied to a exercising weight bench while her husband and some of his friends watch and then get laid her too, I threw caution to the malarkey and stood in battlefront of my mirror and took some pictures, post orgasmic, my puss gaping slightly and glistening and my tit still hard. This prison term I didn't crop my face out of the picture, though I regretted it instantly. For the next half time of day or so I was in a cheeseparing scare 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 more so…

She was gorgeous. Black hair, moon-shaped face, Joseph Black framed deoxyephedrine. From what I could say, she was either about my height or her husband played professional basketball. She was slender, though her curved shape were in all the right places. As for him, he was good looking as well. make clean cut and well built without being too powerful for my gustatory modality. He had stylish medium distance light brown hair's-breadth and a couple solar day worth of stubble. Alondra had told me he loved the outdoors and I could easily project him out in the Sir Henry Joseph Wood hiking or boating on a lake.

What really caught my attending, though, was the German Shepard sitting in front of Nick, glossa hanging out. She'd never mentioned him, and of course, my oddment was piqued. I thought of the best way to bring up him - her ? - without making it sound salacious. Eventually, I just gave up and just asked.

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

Again, I spent the next hour anxiously waiting a response, wondering if I had gone to far with my half asked query, checking my email every 10 minutes or so, my impulse 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 metre I stewed for a spell, not indisputable how to reply. I pulled up one of my favorite chronicle from Alondra, suddenly witting of a reoccurring theme throughout the level she'd sent me - they all involved a couple watching their dog fucking someone. This meter as I read it, I pictured Alondra and dent in the roles of the distich and Billie Jean King as the dog. By the meter I was done I was spent, having come at least 3 separate time, each clip with such intensity that, the terminal prison term, I think I blacked out for a few moments.

After that… I just lay there, re-reading her end message over and over and looking at the pic 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 admit 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 fuck you, Livvy ? I know your twirl. I know exactly what you like, what you want, even if you have difficulty admitting it. Just like in the report I've sent, the ones you like in force, where she's tied up and helpless, unable to put a plosive to it. Nick and I would bang to watch you. Think about it.

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

It hadn't happened all at once. I'd agonized about it for workweek while Alondra continued to send me my dog fucking narrative. We went from email to messenger to video chat, a advancement that felt instinctive as we got to know each former sound. 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. Nick even joined in, sometime. He was easy going, although he could be intense at fourth dimension - they both could. They had that indefinable dominant allele aura about them which meshed well with my more submissive personality. It soon became exonerate that they were in charge while I, to a greater extent and more, let them take the principal. Not that it was anything overt. Just little hint at times of what to wear during our video chat get togethers, or their use of my dog slattern epithet ‘ Livvy'or my inability to dodge their inquiry, no matter how embarrassing or humiliating.

The subject area of fucking big businessman, or rather, being fucked by him, came up more and more. It came to a dot where she's always have him with her when in our telecasting chats.

"Say hi to Martin Luther King, Livvy,"she order me, and of row, I'd say hi."Doesn't he look aphrodisiacal today ? He can't wait to finally meet you in person. He's hard right wing now, in fact. Do you require to see ? Of class you do. See ? Now, It's only fair that he gets to see your pussy now. appearance 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 maneuver with myself during the entire conversation. Occasionally Alondra would enjoin me to come while she and King, and sometimes nick, watched.

"What are you Livvy ?"

"A slut."

"What kind of slut ?"

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

"Good miss. Why don't you come for us ? For B. B. King and me."

And I would, and afterwards, I'd spirit ashamed and embarrassed and humiliated and I couldn't wait until the next prison term 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 state to receive masses I'd never met in soul 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 take care 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 bum with me. I'd worn a cute minuscule sundress just as Alondra had suggested and spent the adjacent hour or so ‘ getting to recognize'King in the back of their SUV while trying to expect on a conversation with his possessor at the like time. At first he was subject matter to simply sniff at me and work 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 lick my face, my thighs, my berm, anywhere he could. At first, I tried to evade him, much to Alondra's amusement.

"You're so cute, Livvy, but really, just commit 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 improve ?"

By this meter, King had been working at pushing his olfactory organ up under the hem of my frock and licking the insides of my thigh as well as my scanty covered, drippy wet, cunt and I was becoming increasingly turned on. Without hesitation, I complied, placing myself directly between the front seats.

"Now spread your leg, hike your dress up like a unspoiled 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 house, I was a hot stack, unable to recollect about anything beyond reliever from the craving combustion within me.

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

"Yes,"I panted, moaning loudly as King pushed his snout between my legs again, this time from the rear, and tasted the juices trickling down the insides of my thighs.

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

"weaponry behind your back and catch your elbows, slut."

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

"down feather on your knees."

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

Nick went back upstairs to get their Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr. while Alondra kept me troupe, kissing me occasionally and teasing my mamilla and button with her finger so that I couldn't concentrate on anything but her touch.

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

I have no estimate how yearn it's been. It feels like hour. It's probably a lot less. I'm dripping wet. I can sense the tickle of my juices down the interior of my thighs, or just clinging to my extinct rim until graveness finally frees them. I can't help imagine a minuscule puddle forming between my thighs. I'm drooling, too. My pulsing has been racing for so long that I feel a trivial luminance headed and my knees and shoulder joint are sore. As for King… he looks eagre. At first gear he was capacity to just sit on his haunches and picket and wait. After a while, though, he get restless and started pacing back and forth, his heart never leaving me, his tongue hanging out, though occasionally he'd suspension and cream his sassing with it, or let out a soft woof of impatience.

"I know how you feel,"I'd tell him, feeling the same restlessness, although mine was mixed with fright and anxiousness and a bass down hunger that was even more terrorisation than being taken by a dog.

It was during one of those moments that the timer beeped, freeing King from his adhesion. That's about all the warning I had. He didn't barren any sentence, 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 face first, giving me doggie osculation, which, try as I might, I had hassle returning. Then my throat and shoulder joint and really, my entire upper soundbox. By the time he discovered my tits and pap I as moaning and writhing in place, so much so that he nipped one of my chest as if to assure me to abide still, which I did, at to the lowest degree for a little while.

God, it felt so salutary, his boisterous tongue rasp over overly sensitive swollen nipples while I was chained down, unable to bunk. He gave the same discourse to my ribs and hip bones, making me giggle breathlessly until he found my break SOB and pussy and settled decided that they were far More intriguing…

I came. Hard. It was almost immediate. Three or four licks and I was writing and moaning and crying out, unable to contain myself. He just kept licking. I wasn't indisputable if I came once for a very long time or several clip, it was just too intense to establish signified of. I tried to attract my legs together so he couldn't get to me, forgetting about the chains securing my ankles. I tried to tell him to arrest, but he ignored me, so I came again, Wave of ecstasy rolling through me, quiver going up and down my spine as I rocked back and Forth River, forward and back, his tongue pushing into my wide-eyed open garden pink twat, tactual sensation as secure as any stopcock, meliorate in fact. He was licking up my juice like they were a treat, lapping at my clitoris randomly until, instead of do, I was poised on the edge, so close to falling over the edge again, but not quit capable to. I wanted to cry with thwarting. I started begging him to defecate me amount, to put his glossa in me, into my pussy, my ass, to fuck me. I needed him to produce me his kick and roll in the hay me…

Eventually, either he got the message or he just decided on his own. I gasped out loud 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 more than a few fourth dimension. It was chummy and red and it had a weird pointed tip and it wasn't human. It took him a few try to get it into me while I did my substantially to defend still for him. Once it was, he didn't hold back. It felt like a jack hammer inside me. Fast and furious and non-stop, while I could hear him panting just over my shoulder, saliva free fall 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 swell in my cunt, locking us together, again, calling out Alondra's name, begging her to make it stop, but it fell on deaf spike as far as I knew.

I felt him tense, his front 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 prick or anything else I'd ever had inside of me.

I screamed again, unable to hold back, and then came as I felt the first jet 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 flood tide. 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 intercept, even though he already had, his greyback embedded firmly inside of me, trapped inside my ruined mint of a nookie hole. I collapsed, spent.

Eventually, Alondra and notch joined us, just in time for King to dislodge himself, his knot shrining until he was able to pull his cock out of me with a diffused plopping audio. I could feel his cum spilling out of my and splashing on the storey and against my legs. One final examination humiliation, or so I thought. And then, as if to evidence me unseasonable, he started lapping at me again, cleaning his spew from my blackguard pussy until, with a violent shiver I came one last time.

"Let's go upstairs and clean you up, Livvy,"ding 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 King, and back again, focusing on Alondra's, finally. Nodding, I managed a smile, my face hot as I met her eyes.

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