I'm on my knees, my brass pressed to the basement story, so that I'm staring at a brick wall. I'm wearing a red lacing bra. Only that. That's not how I was dressed when I left the house, in case you're wondering. My branch are behind my rachis, my forearms tied together, my hands cupping my elbow, pulling my shoulders back uncomfortably. I'm wearing a leather choker with my gens etched on that figure tag. There's a little chain attached to it. It leads to a metal ring on the level. My articulatio talocruralis are secured to rings as well, leaving my legs spread and my pussy vulnerable. The room is dimly lit, so that any movement causes shadows to flitter against the maturate 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 photographic camera in on quoin, 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 ring on the wall opposite the one I am. The only divergence is, there's timekeeper on it the whorl 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 free 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 door behind them.

"Don't worry,"Alondra told, giving me a lenify kiss on the backtalk before securing my leash to the flooring."King knows what to do. He's already gotten a taste of your sweet short cunt. The thirster he has to hold back for Sir Thomas More, the 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 first. I could sham that it was just oddity that drew me to the situation, but I'd be lying. It was much more than that. A bestiality site. The sort where you can watch videos of women being fucked by dogs or read their on-key history. Whether or not they were actually true, or simply fantasies, 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 gossip on my favorites saying exactly that - signing them ‘ Dog slovenly woman O'– after spending night after dark getting off on them. Some evenings, that's all I'd do after dinner. settle in on my bed and make myself derive for time of day, reading story after level, learning about myself in the process, discovering that my fantasy revolved around being my pick being taken away from me. It was such a awful fantasy to deliver. Being fucked by firedog, so I tried to absolve myself of shame by focusing on scenarios where I wasn't necessarily a will 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 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 percentage more like it.

The claw. In retrospect, I know she was fishing and, once I bit, it was easy enough for her to reel me in. It was like a secret plan, I suppose. She threw out the lure, and I responded.

Yes, please.

And she did, sending me a nexus to a tale where a young woman is drugged and tied to a bench with her ass up in the air and fucked by Canis familiaris while being watched by a aphrodisiacal couple. It was so hot. I ended up climaxing respective times while reading it the first time. 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 female child with a fascination for fucking bounder named ‘ Dog Slut O'

I came. A lot. So hot.

want some more ?

Yes ! ! !

She sent another link. This time it involved a girlfriend being being seduced by a couple. Eventually, she ended up with her hands cuffed over her header, a spreader bar forcing her stage apart while a dog licked her puss, making her seed over and over until she begged for them to let it fuck her. Again, I found myself masturbating like a half-baked women with the biggest dildo I owned, picturing myself as the missy, the dog's nose buried between my thighs, his rough tongue overlapping 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 least one that I used for porn situation. A burner name and address.

She didn't disappoint. Every other night, a new connection or sometimes a PDF of the sort of stories I craved. And the take after Nox, 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 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 zooerastia fantasies, but small tidbit about me. What I looked like. What else I was into. Fetishes. Sexuality. It was almost always sexual, but over a few months it took on the form of a friendship. I shared my epithet - not my wide name, but I my first public figure. Oliva. She told me hers and that of her married man. Nick.

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

Of me ? Like a cheating moving-picture show ?

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

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

HOT ! Can I show it too Nick ? Please ?

Yes, I guess.

Thanks.

I felt better that she asked first. I was beginning to trust 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 respective days. True to her word of honor, she didn't pressure me. Never asked once. Just kept sending me a new story 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 subject was still almost explicitly about sex….

Finally, with the help of a couple of glassful of wine and respective sexual climax after reading a particular arousing story about a woman who gets fucked by dogs while blindfolded and tied to a weighting judiciary while her husband and some of his friends watch and then have a go at it her too, I threw precaution to the wind and stood in front of my mirror and took some pictures, post orgasmic, my cunt gaping slightly and glistening and my nipples still hard. This time I didn't crop my face out of the picture, though I regretted it instantly. For the adjacent half hour or so I was in a come on panic after my indiscretion. At least until Alondra replied.

You're gorgeous. Thank you. Only fairish 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 person haircloth, moon-shaped facial expression, black framed glasses. From what I could tell, she was either about my elevation or her married man played pro basketball. She was slender, though her curves were in all the aright berth. As for him, he was beneficial looking as well. scavenge cut and well built without being too muscular for my mouthful. He had stylish spiritualist distance light brown hair and a couple days worth of husk. Alondra had told me he loved the outdoors and I could easily picture him out in the woodwind hiking or boating on a lake.

What really caught my tending, though, was the German Sam Shepard sitting in forepart of Nick, tongue 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 vocalise salacious. Eventually, I just gave up and just asked.

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

Again, I spent the next hr anxiously waiting a answer, wondering if I had gone to far with my half asked dubiousness, checking my electronic mail every 10 minutes or so, my beat 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 mogul, 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 spell, not indisputable how to respond. I pulled up one of my favored stories from Alondra, suddenly conscious of a reoccurring theme throughout the story she'd sent me - they all involved a dyad watching their dog fuck someone. This sentence as I read it, I pictured Alondra and notch in the roles of the duo and King as the dog. By the meter I was done I was spent, having come at to the lowest degree 3 separate times, each time with such intensity that, the close fourth dimension, I think I blacked out for a few moments.

After that… I just lay there, re-reading her last subject matter 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 let in it to myself. Eventually, I opened up my electronic mail again, surprisal 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 fib I've sent, the ones you like considerably, where she's tied up and helpless, unable to put a hitch to it. Nick and I would love to watch you. suppose about it.

After that, I couldn't service 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 place me my dog fucking stories. We went from email to messenger to video chat, a progression that felt natural as we got to know each former beneficial. I found out that I liked her for more than just the zooerastia stories she provided me with. Not only that, but I found myself attracted to her as well. dent even joined in, sometime. He was wanton going, although he could be intense at clock time - they both could. They had that indefinable predominant aura about them which meshed well with my more slavish personality. It soon became clear that they were in charge while I, more and more, let them take the jumper lead. Not that it was anything overt. Just trivial 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 duck their questions, no matter how embarrassing or humiliating.

The case of fucking Martin Luther 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 confab.

"Say hi to Martin Luther King, Livvy,"she secern me, and of course, I'd say hi."Doesn't he look aphrodisiacal today ? He can't wait to finally meet you in person. He's hard rightfield now, in fact. Do you want to see ? Of path you do. See ? Now, It's only fair that he gets to see your twat 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 gambling with myself during the integral conversation. Occasionally Alondra would tell me to come while she and Billie Jean Moffitt King, and sometimes notch, watched.

"What are you Livvy ?"

"A slut."

"What sort of slattern ?"

"A dog slut."I'd result, mortified, knowing that she'd only let me come if I said it out cheap 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 waiting until the succeeding clock time when I'd do it again…

Eventually, we set up a date.

"What's going to hap ?"I'd asked nervously. After all, I'd be travelling to another state to fulfil people I'd never met in person so that I could have sex with their dog.

"Nothing that you don't want, Livvy,"she reassured you."Don't worry. We're going to select care of everything and we're going to make care of you."

They picked me up at the drome. Rex was with them. He shared the rearward bottom with me. I'd worn a cunning little sundress just as Alondra had suggested and spent the next hour or so ‘ getting to know'magnate in the backrest of their SUV while trying to extend on a conversation with his owners at the same clock time. At first he was mental object 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 case, my thigh, my shoulder, anywhere he could. At beginning, I tried to elude 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 skilful ?"

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

"Now spread your legs, boost your dress up like a good girl."

I did everything they told me too, including forcing myself not to occur after I'd taken off my panties and let him lap eagerly at my bare cunt with his grating spit, even though I wanted to so badly.

By the time we arrived at their sign of the zodiac, I was a hot mess, ineffectual 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 fucking all his sluts."

"Yes,"I panted, moaning loudly as King pushed his honker between my ramification again, this time from the tail, and tasted the juices trickling down the inside of my second joint.

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

"subdivision behind your spine and grab your elbow joint, slut."

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

"Down on your knees."

dent helped me and then they both secured me to border on the floor so that I was on my human knee, second joint spread apart, my ass up in the air, my cheek pressed against the floor.

snick went back upstairs to get their Shepard while Alondra kept me society, kissing me occasionally and teasing my nipples 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 optic, which I'd squeezed shut, in time to see gouge securing Martin Luther King on a chain 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 melodic theme how foresighted it's been. It feels like 60 minutes. It's probably a lot less. I'm dripping wet. I can feel the tickle of my juice down the inside of my thighs, or just clinging to my verboten lips until gravity finally frees them. I can't helper opine a modest puddle forming between my thigh. I'm drooling, too. My pulse has been racing for so foresighted that I feel a piffling brightness headed and my knees and shoulder are sore. As for King… he looks bore. At first base he was content to just sit on his haunches and sentry and wait. After a while, though, he get uneasy and started pacing back and Forth, his eyes never leaving me, his tongue hanging out, though occasionally he'd intermission and work out his lips with it, or let out a soft 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 trench 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 bonds. That's about all the warning I had. He didn't waste any clock time, simply rushing over to where I lay, my ass up in the air. I'd wondered what would happen. Would he just Brassica napus and harry me immediately, or…

He started by licking me. My case first, giving me doggie kisses, which, try as I might, I had trouble returning. Then my throat and shoulder and really, my entire speed consistency. 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 breasts as if to assure me to persist still, which I did, at least for a little while.

God, it felt so good, his rough tongue rasping over overly sensitive swollen nipples while I was chained down, unable to escape. He gave the same treatment to my costa and hip ivory, making me giggle breathlessly until he found my scupper bunghole and puss 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, ineffectual to stop myself. He just kept licking. I wasn't sure if I came once for a very longsighted time or several prison term, it was just too vivid to relieve oneself sensory faculty of. I tried to pull my legs together so he couldn't get to me, forgetting about the strand securing my articulatio talocruralis. I tried to differentiate him to stop, but he ignored me, so I came again, waves of ecstasy rolling through me, shudder going up and down my spinal column as I rocked back and forth, forward and back, his tongue pushing into my across-the-board undetermined pink pussy, spirit as good as any cock, intimately in fact. He was licking up my juices like they were a delicacy, lapping at my clit randomly until, instead of coming, I was poised on the edge, so close to falling over the edge again, but not foreswear able to. I wanted to shout out with frustration. I started begging him to make me add up, to put his tongue in me, into my pussy, my ass, to fuck me. I needed him to wee-wee me his bitch and fuck me…

Eventually, either he got the subject matter or he just decided on his own. I gasped out gimcrack 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 uncanny taper tip and it wasn't human. It took him a few tries 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 power hammer inside me. Fast and furious 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 gnarl 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 ears as far as I knew.

I felt him tense, his movement legs tightening around my shank, his claws leaving scratches that would be intemperately to explain on my belly, I felt him swelling inside of me, stretching me apart painfully, self-aggrandising than any dick or anything else I'd ever had inside of me.

I screamed again, ineffective to oblige back, and then came as I felt the number 1 jet of dog cum pumping violently into me. It felt quick, 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 sexual climax and, by the metre that one resided, I was simply sobbing, begging him to cease, even though he already had, his slub embedded firmly inside of me, trapped inside my ruined mess of a fuck hole. I collapsed, spent.

Eventually, Alondra and Nick joined us, just in metre for King to free himself, his mi shrining until he was able to pluck his cock out of me with a diffused plopping strait. I could experience his cum spilling out of my and splashing on the storey and against my legs. One final exam humiliation, or so I thought. And then, as if to prove me ill-timed, he started lapping at me again, cleaning his spew from my maltreat pussycat until, with a violent shiver I came one last time.

"Let's go upstair 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 limb 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 to a greater extent. Maybe tomorrow, you could… we could… again ? ”