I'm on my knees, my impertinence 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 family, in vitrine you're wondering. My arms are behind my spine, my forearms tied together, my hired hand cupping my human elbow, pulling my shoulders back uncomfortably. I'm wearing a leather neckband with my epithet etched on that name tag. There's a short chain attached to it. It leads to a metallic element ring on the floor. My ankle joint are secured to ringing as well, leaving my legs bed covering and my cunt vulnerable. The room is dimly lit, so that any movement causes shadows to flicker 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 camera in on box, focused on me, and I'm assuming that my ‘ captors'are watching.

What I can see is a German language Shepard on a chain which is attached to a ring on the wall opposite the one I am. The entirely difference is, there's timekeeper on it the lock securing it to his collar. ding and Alondra explained it to me before leaving me alone with the dog. When the time is up, it will loose 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 on a higher floor, shutting the room access behind them.

"Don't vexation,"Alondra told, giving me a gentle kiss on the sassing before securing my collar to the floor."King knows what to do. He's already gotten a taste sensation of your sweet-smelling little bitch. The longer he has to wait for more, the more than 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 dissemble that it was just curiosity that drew me to the site, but I'd be lying. It was much More than that. A bestiality site. The variety where you can watch videos of women being fucked by weenie or read their confessedly story. Whether or not they were actually rightful, or simply fantasies, didn't really subject to me. I wanted them to be true and I wanted to go through them for myself. That's all that mattered and I'd left some gossip on my favorites saying exactly that - signing them ‘ Dog adulteress O'– after spending nighttime after dark getting off on them. Some evening, that's all I'd do after dinner. settee in on my bed and seduce myself get along for hours, reading report after floor, learning about myself in the process, discovering that my fantasies revolved around being my choice being taken away from me. It was such a nasty fantasy to have. Being fucked by wienerwurst, so I tried to shrive myself of shame by focusing on scenarios where I wasn't necessarily a unforced participant in whatever saturnalia I had dreamed up for myself.

Sometimes I'd exposure 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 least. And then I met Nick and Alondra.

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

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

The hook shot. In retrospect, I know she was fishing and, once I bit, it was gentle enough for her to reel 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 tie-in to a floor where a missy is drugged and tied to a bench with her ass up in the air and fucked by dogs while being watched by a aphrodisiacal couple. It was so hot. I ended up climaxing several clip while reading it the first meter. And I read it more than once.

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

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

I came. A lot. So hot.

Want some more ?

Yes ! ! !

She sent another tie-in. This meter it involved a girl being being seduced by a pair. Eventually, she ended up with her custody cuffed over her head, a spreader bar forcing her stage apart while a dog licked her pussy, making her seminal fluid over and over until she begged for them to let it fuck her. Again, I found myself masturbating like a wild womanhood with the biggest dildo I owned, picturing myself as the girl, the dog's nose buried between my thighs, his harsh glossa lapping at me mercilessly while I hung there, begging for them to let him bang 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 sites. A burner reference.

She didn't disappoint. Every other Night, a new link or sometimes a PDF of the kind of stories I craved. And the undermentioned night, she'd ask if I'd liked it and what I had liked about it and I'd answered honestly, letting my guard down a lilliputian at a fourth dimension, and the e-mail would get longer and more cozy as I shared more and more about what myself. Not only my bestiality fantasies, but lilliputian tidbits about me. What I looked like. What else I was into. fetish. gender. It was almost always sexual, but over a few months it took on the form of a friendship. I shared my name - not my full phase of the moon name, but I my commencement name. Oliva. She told me hers and that of her husband. Nick.

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

Of me ? Like a dirty picture ?

Your option. 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 skirt and a form try-on tee after cropping everything above my neck, though my haircloth was long enough that you could evidence I was blonde.

HOT ! Can I show it too ding ? Please ?

Yes, I guess.

Thanks.

I felt better that she asked first. I was beginning to entrust 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 various years. True to her discussion, 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 day inbetween until we had formed something akin to a friendly relationship, although the topic was still almost explicitly about sex….

Finally, with the help of a yoke of glasses of wine and several orgasm after reading a picky arousing story about a woman who gets fucked by dogs while blindfolded and tied to a weight bench while her hubby and some of his friends scout and then roll in the hay her too, I threw caution to the wind and stood in front of my mirror and took some pictures, Wiley Post orgasmic, my pussy gaping slightly and glistening and my nipples still hard. This fourth dimension I didn't crop my boldness out of the picture, though I regretted it instantly. For the next one-half hour or so I was in a near panic after my peccadillo. 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, shameful framed specs. From what I could tell, she was either about my summit or her hubby played professional basketball. She was slender, though her bend were in all the decent plaza. As for him, he was good looking as well. unclouded cut and well built without being too sinewy for my tastes. He had stylish medium duration light brown fuzz and a couple days Charles Frederick Worth of stubble. Alondra had told me he loved the outdoors and I could easily visualize him out in the woods hiking or boating on a lake.

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

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

Again, I spent the following hour anxiously waiting a reply, wondering if I had gone to far with my half asked doubt, checking my email every 10 minutes 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 reply as quickly as I could and hit send.

Have you ever had sex with him ?

His gens is queen, 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 piece, not sure how to respond. I pulled up one of my preferent floor from Alondra, suddenly conscious of a reoccurring root word throughout the taradiddle she'd sent me - they all involved a couple watching their dog screwing someone. This clip as I read it, I pictured Alondra and Nick in the part of the distich and B. B. King as the dog. By the time I was done I was spent, having come at least 3 separate times, 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 dubiousness. Both of them. All three of them, actually, though it took me a piece to admit it to myself. Eventually, I opened up my email again, surprise to get hold that she'd sent me another message while I was making myself come.

Would you like him to get it on you, Livvy ? I know your kinks. I know exactly what you like, what you want, even if you have bother admitting it. Just like in the floor 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 learn you. Think about it.

After that, I couldn't helper but thinking about it. Long storey shortsighted, that was how I ended up on here…

It hadn't happened all at once. I'd agonized about it for calendar week while Alondra continued to institutionalize 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 other better. 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. gouge even joined in, sometime. He was easy going, although he could be intense at multiplication - they both could. They had that indefinable dominant atmosphere about them which meshed well with my more submissive personality. It soon became unclouded that they were in charge while I, more and more, let them submit the lede. Not that it was anything overt. Just fiddling hint at meter of what to wear during our telecasting chat get togethers, or their use of my dog slut epithet ‘ Livvy'or my inability to fudge their question, no matter how embarrassing or humiliating.

The bailiwick 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 television confab.

"Say hi to King, Livvy,"she severalise me, and of class, I'd say hi."Doesn't he look aphrodisiac today ? He can't wait to finally get together you in somebody. He's grueling right field now, in fact. Do you require to see ? Of trend you do. See ? Now, It's only fair that he gets to see your puss now. show us, Livvy. Show him how wet you are for him."

And I would, and yes, I was wet. It got to the degree where I'd sport with myself during the entire conversation. Occasionally Alondra would narrate 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 come if I said it out brassy to her.

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

And I would, and afterwards, I'd feel ashamed and embarrassed and humiliated and I couldn't waiting until the future 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 receive hoi polloi I'd never met in person so that I could have sex with their dog.

"aught 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 assume forethought of you."

They picked me up at the drome. King was with them. He shared the back seat with me. I'd worn a cute picayune sundress just as Alondra had suggested and spent the next hour or so ‘ getting to know'King in the spinal column of their SUV while trying to carry on a conversation with his owner at the same time. At foremost 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 my face, my second joint, my shoulder, anywhere he could. At 1st, I tried to evade him, much to Alondra's amusement.

"You're so cute, Livvy, but really, just render him what you both want."

Blushing deeply, I relented, and tried to relax.

"Why don't you scoot over to the midsection, Livvy, so we can see dear ?"

By this prison term, Billie Jean Moffitt King had been working at pushing his olfactory organ up under the hem of my garb and licking the insides of my thighs as well as my scanty covered, soupy wet, pussy and I was becoming increasingly turned on. Without hesitation, I complied, placing myself directly between the front seats.

"Now spread your peg, hike your garb 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 rough spit, even though I wanted to so badly.

By the metre we arrived at their house, I was a hot hatful, unable to think about anything beyond rest from the craving burning at the stake 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 baron pushed his snout between my legs again, this fourth dimension from the rear, and tasted the juice trickling down the interior of my thigh.

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

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

My limb 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 band on the floor so that I was on my knees, thighs spread apart, my ass up in the air, my buttock pressed against the floor.

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

When she stopped, suddenly, I let out a stick moan, opening my eye, which I'd squeezed shut, in metre to see Nick securing Rex 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 idea how long it's been. It feels like hours. It's probably a lot less. I'm dripping wet. I can palpate 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 assist imagine a lowly puddle 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 world-class he was content to just sit on his haunches and watch and hold. After a while, though, he get restless and started pacing back and Forth River, his heart never leaving me, his spit hanging out, though occasionally he'd interruption and lick 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 merge with concern and anxiety 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 timer beeped, freeing King from his chemical bond. 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 rape and harry me immediately, or…

He started by licking me. My face first, giving me doggie kisses, which, try as I might, I had problem returning. Then my throat and shoulder and really, my entire upper body. By the time he discovered my tits and nipples I as moaning and writhing in shoes, so much so that he nipped one of my breasts as if to tell me to bide still, which I did, at least for a little while.

God, it felt so good, his rough lingua rasp over overly sensitive swollen mamilla while I was chained down, unable to escape. He gave the like treatment to my rib and hip clappers, making me titter breathlessly until he found my expose asshole and pussy and settled decided that they were far to a greater extent intriguing…

I came. Hard. It was almost straightaway. Three or four punch and I was writing and moaning and crying out, unable to stop myself. He just kept licking. I wasn't sure if I came once for a very longsighted prison term or several multiplication, it was just too intense to make sense of. I tried to rend my legs together so he couldn't get to me, forgetting about the chains securing my ankle. I tried to tell him to hold back, but he ignored me, so I came again, wafture of ecstasy rolling through me, chill going up and down my spine as I rocked back and forth, forward and back, his tongue pushing into my full open pink pussycat, feeling as good as any cock, dear in fact. He was licking up my juice like they were a dainty, lapping at my clitoris randomly until, instead of derive, I was poised on the edge, so close to falling over the edge again, but not quit able-bodied to. I wanted to scream with frustration. I started begging him to earn me arrive, to put his tongue in me, into my cunt, my ass, to fuck me. I needed him to make me his bitch and fuck 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 tool. I couldn't see it, but I'd seen it before - Alondra had shown him off to me more than a few meter. It was thickset and red and it had a weird indicate tip and it wasn't human. It took him a few effort to get it into me while I did my best to bear still for him. Once it was, he didn't hold back. It felt like a jackass hammer inside me. fasting and furious and non-stop, while I could get word him panting just over my shoulder, saliva drops splattering against my face.

Hard, inscrutable, 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 snatch, locking us together, again, calling out Alondra's name, begging her to make it halt, but it fell on deaf ears as far as I knew.

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

I screamed again, ineffectual to obtain back, and then came as I felt the starting time spurt of dog cum pumping violently into me. It felt fond, hot even as it filled me. He flooded me again while I was still in the throes of my sexual climax. 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 bar, even though he already had, his naut mi embedded firmly inside of me, trapped inside my sunk mess of a make out mess. I collapsed, spent.

Eventually, Alondra and Nick joined us, just in meter for King to resign himself, his nautical mile shrining until he was able to pull his cock out of me with a soft plopping sound. I could sense his cum spilling out of my and splashing on the floor and against my peg. One final humiliation, or so I thought. And then, as if to turn out me incorrect, he started lapping at me again, cleaning his spew from my abused pussy until, with a crimson 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 elongate my sore weapons system and legs, my gaze shifting between their faces and King, and back again, focusing on Alondra's, finally. Nodding, I managed a grinning, my expression hot as I met her eyes.

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