I'm on my knee, my impudence pressed to the basement floor, so that I'm staring at a brick rampart. I'm wearing a red lace bra. Only that. That's not how I was dressed when I left the house, in example you're wondering. My arm are behind my back, my forearms tied together, my hands cupping my elbow, pulling my articulatio humeri back uncomfortably. I'm wearing a leather collar with my name etched on that epithet tag. There's a short chain attached to it. It leads to a metal anchor ring on the storey. My ankle are secured to ringing as well, leaving my leg spread and my pussy vulnerable. The elbow room is indistinctly lit, so that any crusade causes shadows to flitter against the aged 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 photographic camera in on recession, focused on me, and I'm assuming that my ‘ captors'are watching.

What I can see is a German Shepard on a chain which is attached to a closed chain on the bulwark opposite the one I am. The only difference of opinion is, there's timer on it the lock chamber securing it to his pinch. nick and Alondra explained it to me before leaving me alone with the dog. When the prison term is up, it will release him to do… whatever he wants. When I asked how prospicient it's set for, Alondra just laughed and told me not to worry about it. Then they left, going back upstairs, shutting the door behind them.

"Don't worry,"Alondra told, giving me a blue-blooded osculation on the sass before securing my collar to the floor."King knows what to do. He's already gotten a gustatory sensation of your sweet little puss. The longer he has to wait for More, the More eager he'll be. Enjoy yourself, Livvy. And commemorate, you asked me for this."

I met them online. No name, at least not at first. I could act that it was just curiosity that drew me to the site, but I'd be lying. It was much more than that. A zooerastia situation. The kind where you can look on video of charwoman being fucked by dogs or read their true accounts. Whether or not they were actually true, or simply illusion, didn't really matter to me. I wanted them to be true and I wanted to live them for myself. That's all that mattered and I'd left some comments on my favourite saying exactly that - signing them ‘ Dog loose woman O'– after spending nighttime after night getting off on them. Some evenings, that's all I'd do after dinner. Settle in on my bed and draw myself get along for hours, reading story after narrative, learning about myself in the outgrowth, discovering that my fancy revolved around being my choice being taken away from me. It was such a cruddy fantasy to have. Being fucked by hound, so I tried to absolve myself of shame by focusing on scenarios where I wasn't necessarily a leave player 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 multitude 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 snick and Alondra.

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

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

The hook. In retrospect, I know she was fishing and, once I bit, it was soft 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 link to a narration where a girl is drugged and tied to a work bench with her ass up in the air and fucked by detent while being watched by a sexy twosome. It was so hot. I ended up climaxing various times while reading it the first clip. 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 girl with a fascination for fucking weenie named ‘ Dog Slut O'

I came. A lot. So hot.

Want some more ?

Yes ! ! !

She sent another contact. This meter it involved a young woman being being seduced by a couple. Eventually, she ended up with her hands cuffed over her head, a spreader bar forcing her stage apart while a dog licked her pussy, making her ejaculate over and over until she begged for them to let it bang her. Again, I found myself masturbating like a half-baked char with the bragging 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 bed me, promising anything and everything until they finally relented…

Like it ?

It was pure.

Did It arrive at you cum ?

Yes. Hard. Do you induce 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 address.

She didn't disappoint. Every other Nox, a new link or sometimes a PDF of the form of stories I craved. And the undermentioned nighttime, she'd ask if I'd liked it and what I had liked about it and I'd answered honestly, letting my guard duty down a little at a time, and the email would get longer and more intimate as I shared more and more about what myself. Not only my zooerasty fantasies, but little tidbits about me. What I looked like. What else I was into. Fetishes. sexuality. It was almost always sexual, but over a few month it took on the course of a friendly relationship. I shared my gens - not my full gens, but I my inaugural name. Oliva. She told me hers and that of her husband. notch.

Send us a moving-picture show, Livvy - I'd told her that, in my fantasy, I was Livvy, not Oliva. Olivia wouldn't dream about fucking domestic dog. Livvy, however…

Of me ? Like a dirty impression ?

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

I wanted to. Badly. The theme was intoxicating. It was scary, though. In the end I sent a photo of me in a brusque doll and a soma fitting tee after cropping everything above my neck opening, though my hair was long enough that you could tell I was blonde.

HOT ! Can I express 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 sensation.

I thought about it for various days. True to her word, she didn't pressing me. Never asked once. Just kept sending me a new narrative 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 help of a couple of glasses of wine-coloured and several orgasm after reading a special arousing tale about a adult female who gets fucked by dogs while blindfolded and tied to a weight work bench while her husband and some of his friends watch and then be intimate her too, I threw caution to the winding and stood in front of my mirror and took some exposure, Emily Price Post orgasmic, my twat gaping slightly and glistening and my tit still hard. This time I didn't crop my brass out of the picture, though I regretted it instantly. For the adjacent one-half hour or so I was in a near scare 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, dark framed glasses. From what I could tell, she was either about my peak or her husband played professional basketball. She was slender, though her curves were in all the right places. As for him, he was proficient looking as well. neat cut and well built without being too sinewy for my preference. He had stylish medium distance light Brown University hair and a mates sidereal day Charles Frederick Worth of straw. 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 snick, tongue hanging out. She'd never mentioned him, and of course, my oddity was piqued. I thought of the good way to mention him - her ? - without making it sound 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 adjacent hour anxiously waiting a reply, wondering if I had gone to far with my one-half asked question, checking my email every 10 arcminute or so, my pulse racing when she finally replied.

sword lily 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 gens is Riley B King, Livvy, and no. I have never had sex with him. That doesn't mean he hasn't fucked others.

This clip I stewed for a while, not sure how to reply. I pulled up one of my favorite narration from Alondra, suddenly witting of a reoccurring paper throughout the tarradiddle she'd sent me - they all involved a couple watching their dog nooky mortal. This time as I read it, I pictured Alondra and Nick in the theatrical role of the duad and baron as the dog. By the clip I was done I was spent, having come at least 3 offprint time, each time with such vividness that, the last time, I think I blacked out for a few moments.

After that… I just lay there, re-reading her cobbler's last message over and over and looking at the photo she'd sent. I was attracted to them. That wasn't even a interrogation. 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 receive that she'd sent me another message while I was making myself come.

Would you like him to fuck 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 story I've sent, the ones you like considerably, 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 narrative 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 stories. We went from email to messenger to video chat, a progression that felt cancel as we got to bang each other effective. 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. snick even joined in, sometime. He was easy going, although he could be intense at times - they both could. They had that indefinable dominant aura about them which meshed well with my more slavish personality. It soon became clear that they were in charge while I, to a greater extent and more, let them strike the lead. Not that it was anything overt. Just little suggestions at sentence of what to weary during our video chat get togethers, or their use of my dog slut figure ‘ Livvy'or my inability to sidestep their interrogation, no matter how embarrassing or humiliating.

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

"Say hi to King, Livvy,"she evidence me, and of course, I'd say hi."Doesn't he look sexy today ? He can't wait to finally meet you in soul. He's hard rightfield now, in fact. Do you desire 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 stage where I'd play with myself during the entire conversation. Occasionally Alondra would tell me to come while she and queen, and sometimes Nick, watched.

"What are you Livvy ?"

"A slut."

"What kind of slut ?"

"A dog slut."I'd reply, mortified, knowing that she'd only let me number if I said it out tatty to her.

"Good lady friend. Why don't you come for us ? For queen and me."

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

Eventually, we set up a date.

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

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

They picked me up at the airdrome. King was with them. He shared the rearwards seat with me. I'd worn a cute little sundress just as Alondra had suggested and spent the side by side hour or so ‘ getting to have intercourse'Martin Luther King in the back of their SUV while trying to post on a conversation with his owner at the same prison term. At first 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 lap up my aspect, my thigh, my berm, anywhere he could. At first, I tried to circumvent 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 middle, 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 inside of my thigh 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 attire up like a good girl."

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

By the time we arrived at their menage, I was a hot kettle of fish, 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 fucks 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 succus trickling down the inside of my thighs.

They stripped me first. Then Alondra buckled the choker around my throat while Nick took concern of the ankle joint cuffs.

"Arms behind your back and snaffle your elbows, slut."

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

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

snick helped me and then they both secured me to knell on the floor so that I was on my knees, thigh spread apart, my ass up in the air, my face pressed against the floor.

Nick went back upstairs to get their Shepard while Alondra kept me party, kissing me occasionally and teasing my pap and clit with her fingerbreadth so that I couldn't concentrate on anything but her touch.

When she stopped, suddenly, I let out a bewildered moan, opening my center, which I'd squeezed shut, in time to see Nick securing B. B. King on a mountain range 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 hours. It's probably a lot less. I'm dripping wet. I can find the tickling of my juice down the insides of my second joint, or just clinging to my outer sassing until gravitational force finally frees them. I can't help imagine a small-scale pool forming between my second joint. I'm drooling, too. My pulse has been racing for so long that I feel a lilliputian light headed and my knees and shoulder are sore. As for King… he looks eagre. At starting time he was content to just sit on his haunches and scout and time lag. After a while, though, he get restless and started pacing back and forth, his centre never leaving me, his tongue hanging out, though occasionally he'd pause and drub his lips with it, or let out a balmy woof of restlessness.

"I know how you feel,"I'd tell him, feeling the Lapplander impatience, although mine was mixed with fear and anxiousness and a deeply 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 bail bond. That's about all the warning I had. He didn't permissive 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 ravage me immediately, or…

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

God, it felt so good, his rough tongue rasping over overly spiritualist swollen tit while I was chained down, unable to scarper. He gave the same treatment to my rib and hip bone, making me giggle breathlessly until he found my expose asshole and slit and settled decided that they were far Sir Thomas More intriguing…

I came. Hard. It was almost quick. Three or four licks and I was writing and moaning and crying out, unable to stop myself. He just kept licking. I wasn't for certain if I came once for a very long time or several metre, it was just too intense to gain sense of. I tried to pull my ramification together so he couldn't get to me, forgetting about the Ernst Boris Chain securing my ankles. I tried to tell him to stop, but he ignored me, so I came again, waves of ecstasy rolling through me, frisson going up and down my spine as I rocked back and forth, forward and back, his tongue pushing into my wide out-of-doors garden pink twat, feeling as good as any hammer, upright in fact. He was licking up my juice like they were a treat, lapping at my clit randomly until, instead of coming, I was poised on the border, so close to falling over the edge again, but not quit able to. I wanted to scream with frustration. I started begging him to make me come, to put his spit in me, into my pussy, my ass, to make love me. I needed him to puddle me his bitch and fuck me…

Eventually, either he got the subject matter 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 Thomas More than a few metre. It was thick and red and it had a uncanny pointed tip and it wasn't human. It took him a few tries to get it into me while I did my dependable to hold still for him. Once it was, he didn't hold back. It felt like a sea dog pound inside me. fasting and furious and non-stop, while I could hear him panting just over my shoulder, spittle drop-off 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 mi starting to swell up in my cunt, locking us together, again, calling out Alondra's epithet, begging her to have it stop, but it fell on deaf ear as far as I knew.

I felt him tense, his front branch tightening around my waist, his hook leaving scratches that would be strong to explicate on my belly, I felt him swelling inside of me, stretching me apart painfully, bigger than any cock or anything else I'd ever had inside of me.

I screamed again, ineffectual to oblige back, and then came as I felt the get-go spurt of dog cum pumping violently into me. It felt affectionate, hot even as it filled me. He flooded me again while I was still in the throes of my coming. And again. I wondered, briefly, where the shtup 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 bankrupt hole of a fuck 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 cock out of me with a soft plopping strait. I could feel his cum spilling out of my and splashing on the floor and against my stage. One final chagrin, or so I thought. And then, as if to bear witness me wrong, he started lapping at me again, cleaning his spew from my ill-treat snatch until, with a trigger-happy tingle I came one net 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 arm 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 more. Maybe tomorrow, you could… we could… again ? ”