I'm on my human knee, my cheek 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 star sign, in event you're wondering. My arms are behind my binding, my forearms tied together, my hands cupping my elbow joint, pulling my shoulders back uncomfortably. I'm wearing a leather collar with my public figure etched on that name tag. There's a short circuit chain attached to it. It leads to a metal tintinnabulation on the floor. My mortise joint are secured to ringing as well, leaving my legs spread and my puss vulnerable. The room is pallidly lit, so that any movement causes shadows to flicker against the ripened bricks. It's about twice the size of it of my chamber and a wooden step leads up to the house above. While I can't see it, I know there's a television camera in on street corner, focused on me, and I'm assuming that my ‘ captors'are watching.

What I can see is a German language Sam Shepard on a chain which is attached to a mob on the bulwark opposite the one I am. The just difference is, there's timer on it the lock securing it to his collar. snick and Alondra explained it to me before leaving me alone with the dog. When the time is up, it will unloosen him to do… whatever he wants. When I asked how farseeing 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 headache,"Alondra told, giving me a gentle kiss on the mouth before securing my collar to the floor."King knows what to do. He's already gotten a perceptiveness of your sweetly little cunt. The longer he has to wait for more, the more eager he'll be. Enjoy yourself, Livvy. And remember, you asked me for this."

I met them online. No names, at least not at first. I could dissemble that it was just oddity that drew me to the site, but I'd be lying. It was much more than that. A zooerastia site. The variety where you can watch telecasting of women being fucked by wiener or understand their straight story. Whether or not they were actually true, or simply phantasy, didn't really topic 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 comments on my deary saying exactly that - signing them ‘ Dog trollop O'– after spending night after night getting off on them. Some even, that's all I'd do after dinner. Settle in on my bed and progress to myself come for hr, reading story after level, learning about myself in the summons, discovering that my fancy revolved around being my choice being taken away from me. It was such a smutty fantasy to have. Being fucked by wienerwurst, so I tried to absolve myself of ignominy by focusing on scenarios where I wasn't necessarily a will participant in whatever debauchery I had dreamed up for myself.

Sometimes I'd film 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 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 commentary :

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

The hook. In retrospect, I know she was fishing and, once I bit, it was easily 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 write up where a girl is drugged and tied to a bench with her ass up in the air and fucked by pawl while being watched by a sexy dyad. It was so hot. I ended up climaxing several prison term while reading it the first prison term. And I read it more than once.

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

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

I came. A lot. So hot.

Want some more ?

Yes ! ! !

She sent another tie-in. This prison term it involved a girl being being seduced by a distich. Eventually, she ended up with her hands cuffed over her head, a spreader bar forcing her stage apart while a dog licked her kitty-cat, making her seminal fluid over and over until she begged for them to let it fuck her. Again, I found myself masturbating like a demented charwoman with the biggest dildo I owned, picturing myself as the girl, the dog's nose buried between my thighs, his rough tongue imbrication at me mercilessly while I hung there, begging for them to let him roll in the hay me, promising anything and everything until they finally relented…

Like it ?

It was perfect tense.

Did It arrive at you cum ?

Yes. Hard. Do you have more ?

Yes. Easier with e-mail. Addy ?

I hesitated, but in the end, I gave in and sent it, or at least one that I used for porn land site. A burner name and address.

She didn't disappoint. Every other night, a new tie-in or sometimes a PDF of the kind of narrative I craved. And the following night, she'd ask if I'd liked it and what I had liked about it and I'd answered honestly, letting my safety down a fiddling at a clock time, and the electronic mail would get longer and more confidant as I shared Thomas 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. Sexuality. It was almost always intimate, but over a few months it took on the form of a friendly relationship. I shared my gens - not my full name, but I my first base name. Oliva. She told me hers and that of her hubby. Nick.

Send us a moving-picture show, 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 motion picture ?

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

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

HOT ! Can I shew it too Nick ? Please ?

Yes, I guess.

Thanks.

I felt better that she asked first. I was beginning to entrust her Sir 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.

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 story to masturbate too every other day and asking me what I thought on the sidereal day inbetween until we had formed something akin to a friendly relationship, although the subject area was still almost explicitly about sex….

Finally, with the help of a duad of chicken feed of wine and several sexual climax after reading a finicky arousing story about a cleaning lady who gets fucked by dogs while blindfolded and tied to a weight bench while her husband and some of his friend watch and then fuck her too, I threw carefulness to the wind and stood in presence of my mirror and took some characterization, post orgasmic, my pussy gaping slightly and glistening and my tit still hard. This metre I didn't crop my side out of the photo, though I regretted it instantly. For the next one-half hour or so I was in a near affright after my indiscretion. At least until Alondra replied.

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

She'd sent a photograph 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, mordant framed glasses. From what I could tell, she was either about my height or her husband played professional basketball. She was slender, though her curves were in all the mighty places. As for him, he was near looking as well. fresh cut and well built without being too brawny for my tastes. He had stylish medium duration light brown hair and a couple days worth of straw. Alondra had told me he loved the outdoors and I could easily render him out in the woods hiking or boating on a lake.

What really caught my attending, though, was the High German Shepard sitting in presence of Nick, clapper hanging out. She'd never mentioned him, and of course, my curiosity was piqued. I thought of the Best way to mention him - her ? - without making it sound lewd. Eventually, I just gave up and just asked.

You guys expect dumbfound. 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 question, checking my email every 10 minutes or so, my pulsate 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 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 value he hasn't fucked others.

This time I stewed for a patch, not certain how to reply. I pulled up one of my front-runner storey from Alondra, suddenly conscious of a reoccurring paper throughout the taradiddle she'd sent me - they all involved a duet watching their dog screwing mortal. This metre as I read it, I pictured Alondra and nick in the function of the couplet and king as the dog. By the time I was done I was spent, having come at to the lowest degree 3 break time, each prison term 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 conclusion content over and over and looking at the photo she'd sent. I was attracted to them. That wasn't even a enquiry. 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 substance while I was making myself come.

Would you like him to roll in the hay 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 stories I've sent, the one you like respectable, where she's tied up and helpless, unable to put a closure to it. dent and I would love to watch you. call up about it.

After that, I couldn't help but thinking about it. Long story myopic, 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 account. We went from email to messenger to video chat, a progression that felt innate as we got to know each other unspoiled. 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 easy going, although he could be intense at times - they both could. They had that untellable predominant halo about them which meshed well with my more submissive personality. It soon became clear that they were in charge while I, more and more, let them take on the tip. Not that it was anything overt. Just little suggestions at meter of what to hold out during our video chat get togethers, or their use of my dog strumpet name ‘ Livvy'or my unfitness to parry their questions, no matter how embarrassing or humiliating.

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

"Say hi to Riley B King, Livvy,"she assure me, and of form, I'd say hi."Doesn't he look sexy today ? He can't wait to finally match you in person. He's difficult right now, in fact. Do you require to see ? Of course you do. See ? Now, It's only fair that he gets to see your puss 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 sport with myself during the intact conversation. Occasionally Alondra would severalize 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 answer, mortified, knowing that she'd only let me get if I said it out forte to her.

"Good girl. Why don't you come for us ? For Rex and me."

And I would, and afterwards, I'd feel ashamed and embarrassed and humiliated and I couldn't wait until the next time 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 DoS to meet citizenry I'd never met in person so that I could give sex with their dog.

"zip that you don't deficiency, Livvy,"she reassured you."Don't concern. We're going to call for care of everything and we're going to submit care of you."

They picked me up at the airport. King was with them. He shared the back seat with me. I'd worn a cute piffling sundress just as Alondra had suggested and spent the next minute or so ‘ getting to know'King in the back of their SUV while trying to behave on a conversation with his possessor at the same time. At first he was contentedness to simply sniff at me and solve my arm a petty. It didn't take long before he decided that I smelled nice or something, and that progressed to him trying to lap up my face, my second joint, my articulatio humeri, anywhere he could. At for the first time, I tried to sidestep him, much to Alondra's amusement.

"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 undecomposed ?"

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

"Now spread your legs, hike up your dress up like a honorable 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 boisterous spit, even though I wanted to so badly.

By the prison term we arrived at their house, I was a hot plenty, unable to think about anything beyond relief from the craving burn within me.

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

"Yes,"I panted, moaning loudly as King pushed his hooter between my legs again, this time from the back, and tasted the juices trickling down the inside of my thigh.

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

"sleeve behind your back and snaffle your articulatio cubiti, 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 flooring so that I was on my knees, thigh spread apart, my ass up in the air, my cheek pressed against the floor.

dent went back on a higher floor to get their Shepard while Alondra kept me party, kissing me occasionally and teasing my nipples and clit with her fingers so that I couldn't concentrate on anything but her touch.

When she stopped, suddenly, I let out a befuddled moan, opening my centre, which I'd squeezed shut, in time to see dent securing power on a range on the wall opposite me. That's when she explained the timer to me after which, they'd left wing, and now…

I have no estimate how long it's been. It feels like time of day. It's probably a lot less. I'm dripping wet. I can palpate the tickle of my juices down the interior of my thighs, or just clinging to my outer lips until gravity finally frees them. I can't help guess a small pool forming between my second joint. I'm drooling, too. My pulse has been racing for so long that I feel a little light headed and my knees and shoulder are sore. As for King… he looks eager. At commencement he was content to just sit on his haunches and watch and postponement. After a while, though, he get unsatisfied and started pacing back and Forth, his center never leaving me, his tongue hanging out, though occasionally he'd intermission and figure out his lips with it, or let out a soft weft of restlessness.

"I know how you feel,"I'd tell him, feeling the Lapplander impatience, although mine was mixed with veneration and anxiousness and a deep down hunger that was even more frightening than being taken by a dog.

It was during one of those moments that the timekeeper beeped, freeing King from his bond certificate. That's about all the warning 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 assault and lay waste to me immediately, or…

He started by licking me. My face first, giving me barker kiss, which, try as I might, I had hassle returning. Then my pharynx and shoulder and really, my entire upper berth body. By the time he discovered my teat and nipples I as moaning and writhing in place, so much so that he nipped one of my breasts as if to tell me to stay still, which I did, at least for a little while.

God, it felt so good, his rough knife rasp over overly sore swollen pap while I was chained down, unable to escape. He gave the same treatment to my costa and hip bones, making me giggle breathlessly until he found my expose bunghole and kitty and settled decided that they were far Thomas More intriguing…

I came. Hard. It was almost immediate. Three or four licks and I was writing and moaning and crying out, unable to bar myself. He just kept licking. I wasn't sure if I came once for a very long clip or several time, it was just too intense to micturate sentience of. I tried to pull my legs together so he couldn't get to me, forgetting about the chemical chain securing my ankle joint. I tried to order him to stop, but he ignored me, so I came again, undulation of ecstasy rolling through me, shivers going up and down my sticker as I rocked back and Forth River, forward and back, his glossa pushing into my wide open pink pussy, feeling as good as any cock, adept in fact. He was licking up my juices like they were a treat, lapping at my clit randomly until, instead of get along, I was poised on the border, so close to falling over the edge again, but not quit able to. I wanted to squall with frustration. I started begging him to make me descend, to put his lingua in me, into my pussy, my ass, to fuck me. I needed him to establish me his squawk and sleep with me…

Eventually, either he got the message or he just decided on his own. I gasped out brassy 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 than a few metre. It was thick and red and it had a weird channelize tip and it wasn't human. It took him a few try to get it into me while I did my best to hold 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 joint, 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 well in my puss, locking us together, again, calling out Alondra's name, begging her to make it stop, but it fell on deaf ears as far as I knew.

I felt him tense, his movement legs tightening around my shank, his nipper leaving scrawl that would be hard to explain on my belly, I felt him swelling inside of me, stretching me apart painfully, enceinte than any cock or anything else I'd ever had inside of me.

I screamed again, unable to reserve back, and then came as I felt the outset 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 throes of my climax. And again. I wondered, briefly, where the screw it was all going, but then I was lost in another coming and, by the metre 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 ruined good deal of a have it off hollow. I collapsed, spent.

Eventually, Alondra and Nick joined us, just in sentence for King to free himself, his knot shrining until he was able to attract his cock out of me with a cushy plopping phone. I could feel his cum spilling out of my and splashing on the floor and against my branch. One terminal humiliation, or so I thought. And then, as if to prove me wrong, he started lapping at me again, cleaning his spew from my maltreated slit until, with a tearing tremble 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 unfold my sore arms and peg, my gaze shifting between their faces and baron, and back again, focusing on Alondra's, finally. Nodding, I managed a smile, my typeface hot as I met her eyes.

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