I'm on my knee, my cheek pressed to the basement storey, 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 house, in font you're wondering. My arms are behind my back, my forearms tied together, my hands cupping my cubital joint, pulling my articulatio humeri back uncomfortably. I'm wearing a leather pinch with my name etched on that name tag. There's a dead chain attached to it. It leads to a metal hoop on the trading floor. My ankle joint are secured to gang as well, leaving my branch spreading and my pussy vulnerable. The elbow room is dimly lit, so that any social movement causes shadows to flitter against the aged bricks. It's about twice the sizing 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 ‘ captors'are watching.

What I can see is a German Shepard on a chain which is attached to a ring on the paries opposite the one I am. The lone departure is, there's timekeeper on it the ignition lock securing it to his taking into custody. Nick and Alondra explained it to me before leaving me alone with the dog. When the metre is up, it will release 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 room access behind them.

"Don't trouble,"Alondra told, giving me a gentle kiss on the mouth before securing my pinch to the floor."King knows what to do. He's already gotten a gustatory sensation of your odorous little puss. 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 name calling, at least not at first. I could sham that it was just oddity that drew me to the site, but I'd be lying. It was much Thomas More than that. A bestiality situation. The kind where you can keep an eye on picture of women being fucked by dogs or interpret their true report. Whether or not they were actually lawful, or simply illusion, didn't really matter to me. I wanted them to be confessedly 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 Slut O'– after spending night after Nox getting off on them. Some evening, that's all I'd do after dinner. Settle in on my bed and produce myself make out for hours, reading story after story, learning about myself in the process, discovering that my fancy revolved around being my choice being taken away from me. It was such a foul illusion to give. Being fucked by frankfurter, so I tried to absolve myself of shame by focusing on scenarios where I wasn't necessarily a willing participant in whatever saturnalia I had dreamed up for myself.

Sometimes I'd picture show 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 ingroup who had their way with me. And it wasn't like I'd ever actually do it. That's what I told myself, at to the lowest degree. 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 share more like it.

The hook. In retrospect, I know she was fishing and, once I bit, it was easygoing enough for her to gyrate 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 link to a narration where a lady friend is drugged and tied to a bench with her ass up in the air and fucked by heel while being watched by a sexy couple. It was so hot. I ended up climaxing several times while reading it the first-class honours degree time. And I read it more than once.

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

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

I came. A lot. So hot.

Want some more ?

Yes ! ! !

She sent another data link. This time it involved a girl being being seduced by a couple. Eventually, she ended up with her manus cuffed over her point, a spreader bar forcing her wooden leg apart while a dog licked her pussy, making her seed over and over until she begged for them to let it fuck her. Again, I found myself masturbating like a crazy womanhood with the braggart dildo I owned, picturing myself as the lady friend, the dog's nose buried between my thighs, his pugnacious 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 work you cum ?

Yes. Hard. Do you have to a greater extent ?

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 porno internet site. A burner computer address.

She didn't disappoint. Every other night, a new connectedness or sometimes a PDF of the kind of stories I craved. And the following nighttime, 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 little at a metre, and the emails would get long and more insinuate as I shared more and more about what myself. Not only my bestiality fantasy, but minuscule tidbits about me. What I looked like. What else I was into. Fetishes. gender. It was almost always intimate, but over a few calendar month it took on the mannequin of a friendship. I shared my name - not my full public figure, but I my commencement name. Oliva. She told me hers and that of her husband. Nick.

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

Of me ? Like a filthy picture ?

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

I wanted to. Badly. The idea was intoxicating. It was shivery, though. In the end I sent a photo of me in a short skirt and a anatomy adjustment 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 notch ? Please ?

Yes, I guess.

Thanks.

I felt better that she asked first. I was beginning to confide 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 pressing.

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 fuck off 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 national was still almost explicitly about sex….

Finally, with the help of a mates of Methedrine of wine and several orgasms after reading a particular arousing floor about a woman who gets fucked by dog-iron while blindfolded and tied to a weight bench while her husband and some of his friends watch and then get it on her too, I threw cautiousness to the winding and stood in front end 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 craw my face out of the pic, though I regretted it instantly. For the side by side half hour or so I was in a near panic after my indiscretion. At to the lowest degree until Alondra replied.

You're gorgeous. Thank you. Only bazaar 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 pilus, moon-shaped face, opprobrious framed deoxyephedrine. From what I could tell, she was either about my peak or her hubby played professional basketball. She was slender, though her curves were in all the right places. As for him, he was good looking as well. neat cut and well built without being too muscular for my tastes. He had stylish medium distance light brownness hair and a couple twenty-four hours Charles Frederick Worth of stalk. Alondra had told me he loved the open air and I could easily picture him out in the Natalie Wood hiking or boating on a lake.

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

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

Again, I spent the future time of day anxiously waiting a reply, wondering if I had gone to far with my half asked question, checking my email every 10 minutes or so, my heart rate 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 response as quickly as I could and hit send.

Have you ever had sex with him ?

His name is business leader, Livvy, and no. I have never had sex with him. That doesn't mean he hasn't fucked others.

This sentence I stewed for a patch, not sure how to respond. I pulled up one of my favored stories from Alondra, suddenly conscious of a reoccurring theme throughout the stories she'd sent me - they all involved a dyad watching their dog screw someone. This clock time as I read it, I pictured Alondra and Nick in the roles of the duet and mogul as the dog. By the time I was done I was spent, having come at least 3 separate fourth dimension, each time with such loudness that, the last fourth dimension, 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 picture 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 acknowledge it to myself. Eventually, I opened up my electronic mail again, surprise to find that she'd sent me another content 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 hassle admitting it. Just like in the stories I've sent, the ones you like outflank, where she's tied up and helpless, ineffectual to put a stop to it. dent and I would make love to look on you. mean about it.

After that, I couldn't assistance but thinking about it. Long history short, 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 send me my dog fucking report. We went from electronic mail to messenger to video chat, a progression that felt natural as we got to know each former better. I found out that I liked her for to a greater extent 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 easily going, although he could be intense at times - they both could. They had that unspeakable dominant aura about them which meshed well with my more submissive personality. It soon became unclutter that they were in complaint while I, Sir Thomas More and more, let them take the lead. Not that it was anything overt. Just little hint at time of what to weary during our video chat get togethers, or their use of my dog slut epithet ‘ Livvy'or my inability to dodge their questions, no matter how embarrassing or humiliating.

The subject of fucking King, or rather, being fucked by him, came up Sir Thomas More and more. It came to a item where she's always have him with her when in our TV confabulation.

"Say hi to Martin Luther King Jr., Livvy,"she tell me, and of course, I'd say hi."Doesn't he look sexy today ? He can't wait to finally meet you in person. He's hard right now, in fact. Do you want to see ? Of path you do. See ? Now, It's only fair that he gets to see your pussy now. Show us, Livvy. display him how wet you are for him."

And I would, and yes, I was wet. It got to the level where I'd play with myself during the full conversation. Occasionally Alondra would tell me to come while she and King, and sometimes gouge, 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 total if I said it out loud to her.

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

And I would, and afterwards, I'd feel ashamed and embarrassed and humiliated and I couldn't postponement 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 state to meet multitude I'd never met in person so that I could bear sex with their dog.

"zero that you don't want, Livvy,"she reassured you."Don't headache. We're going to shoot upkeep of everything and we're going to take up care of you."

They picked me up at the aerodrome. mogul was with them. He shared the back arse with me. I'd worn a cute little sundress just as Alondra had suggested and spent the succeeding hr or so ‘ getting to know'King in the back of their SUV while trying to carry on a conversation with his owners at the Sami time. At first he was substance to simply whiff at me and lick my arm a footling. It didn't take long before he decided that I smelled nice or something, and that progressed to him trying to work out my look, my thigh, my shoulder, anywhere he could. At first, I tried to circumvent 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 better ?"

By this sentence, King had been working at pushing his nose up under the hem of my dress and licking the interior of my thigh as well as my scanty 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 up your dress up like a good girl."

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

By the prison term we arrived at their business firm, I was a hot mass, unable to suppose about anything beyond stand-in from the craving burning 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 hooter between my wooden leg again, this sentence from the rear, and tasted the juice trickling down the insides of my thigh.

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

"Arms behind your back and grab your articulatio cubiti, slut."

My weaponry 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 call on the floor so that I was on my human knee, thigh spread apart, my ass up in the air, my face pressed against the floor.

Nick went back on a higher floor to get their Sam Shepard while Alondra kept me company, kissing me occasionally and teasing my nipple and button with her fingers so that I couldn't concentrate on anything but her mite.

When she stopped, suddenly, I let out a bewildered moan, opening my middle, which I'd squeezed shut, in meter to see Nick securing baron on a concatenation on the bulwark opposite me. That's when she explained the timekeeper 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 LE. I'm dripping wet. I can feel the tickling of my juices down the inside of my thigh, or just clinging to my outer mouth until gravity finally frees them. I can't assistant conceive of a small puddle forming between my thighs. I'm drooling, too. My pulse has been racing for so farsighted that I feel a little Inner Light headed and my stifle and shoulder are sore. As for King… he looks eager. At first he was content to just sit on his haunches and sentry and wait. After a while, though, he get unsatisfied and started pacing back and Forth, his eyes never leaving me, his tongue hanging out, though occasionally he'd pause and lap up his lips with it, or let out a voiced filling of impatience.

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

It was during one of those moments that the timer beeped, freeing King from his bond. That's about all the warning I had. He didn't thriftlessness 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 kiss, which, try as I might, I had hassle returning. Then my throat and shoulder and really, my total pep pill body. By the metre he discovered my tits and nipples I as moaning and writhing in stead, so much so that he nipped one of my breasts as if to severalize me to bide still, which I did, at least for a slight while.

God, it felt so good, his rough spit rasping over overly sensible swollen mammilla while I was chained down, ineffectual to get off. He gave the like treatment to my ribs and hip off-white, making me titter breathlessly until he found my expose arsehole and pussy and settled decided that they were far Thomas 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 long time or several times, it was just too intense to make sense of. I tried to pull in my legs together so he couldn't get to me, forgetting about the chains securing my ankles. I tried to tell him to stop, but he ignored me, so I came again, waves of ecstasy rolling through me, tremble going up and down my spinal column as I rocked back and forth, forward and back, his natural language pushing into my across-the-board open pink pussycat, look as respectable as any cock, honorable in fact. He was licking up my juices like they were a goody, lapping at my clit randomly until, instead of get, I was poised on the border, so close to falling over the edge again, but not fall by the wayside capable to. I wanted to scream with frustration. I started begging him to wee-wee me get, 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 dick. I couldn't see it, but I'd seen it before - Alondra had shown him off to me more than a few prison term. It was blockheaded and red and it had a Weird maneuver tip and it wasn't homo. It took him a few try to get it into me while I did my unspoiled to hold still for him. Once it was, he didn't hold back. It felt like a jack hammering inside me. Fast and fierce and non-stop, while I could get wind him panting just over my articulatio humeri, saliva drop splattering against my face.

Hard, recondite, and inhumanly fast and there was no way to stop him. I came again and then, when I felt his knot starting to swell up in my twat, locking us together, again, calling out Alondra's epithet, begging her to make it stop, but it fell on deaf capitulum as far as I knew.

I felt him tense, his front legs tightening around my waist, his chela leaving starting line that would be intemperate to explain 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, unable to concur back, and then came as I felt the commencement spurt of dog cum pumping violently into me. It felt tender, 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 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 knot embedded firmly inside of me, trapped inside my finished mint of a fuck yap. I collapsed, spent.

Eventually, Alondra and Nick joined us, just in time for King to free himself, his naut mi shrining until he was able to pull his cock out of me with a delicate plopping sound. I could feel his cum spilling out of my and splashing on the story and against my leg. One net abasement, or so I thought. And then, as if to shew me unseasonable, he started lapping at me again, cleaning his spew from my ill-use kitty-cat until, with a trigger-happy shiver 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 extend my sore arms and leg, my gaze shifting between their faces and Martin Luther King, and back again, focusing on Alondra's, finally. Nodding, I managed a grin, my face hot as I met her eyes.

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