Livvy's Dog Slut Fantasy #2 – King by OLiviaDS

I’m on my knees, my cheek pressed to the basement floor, 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 case you’re wondering. My arms are behind my back, my forearms tied together, my hands cupping my elbows, pulling my shoulders back uncomfortably. I’m wearing a leather collar with my name etched on that name tag. There’s a short chain attached to it. It leads to a metal ring on the floor. My ankles 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 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 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 wall opposite the one I am. The only difference is, there’s timer on it the lock securing it to his collar. Nick and Alondra explained it to me before leaving me alone with the dog. When the time 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 door behind them.

“Don’t worry,” 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 taste of your sweet 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 pretend 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 kind where you can watch videos of women being fucked by dogs or read their true accounts. 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 comments on my favorites saying exactly that – signing them ‘Dog Slut O’ – after spending night after night getting off on them. Some evenings, that’s all I’d do after dinner. Settle in on my bed and make myself come for hours, reading story after story, 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 dogs, so I tried to absolve myself of shame by focusing on scenarios where I wasn’t necessarily a willing 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 share more like it.

The hook. 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 game, I suppose. She threw out the bait, and I responded.

Yes, please.

And she did, sending me a link to a story where a girl is drugged and tied to a bench with her ass up in the air and fucked by dogs while being watched by a sexy couple. It was so hot. I ended up climaxing several 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 girl with a fascination for fucking dogs named ‘Dog Slut O’

I came. A lot. So hot.

Want some more?

Yes!!!

She sent another link. This time it involved a girl being being seduced by a couple. Eventually, she ended up with her hands cuffed over her head, a spreader bar forcing her legs apart while a dog licked her pussy, making her come over and over until she begged for them to let it fuck her. Again, I found myself masturbating like a crazy women with the biggest 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 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 sites. A burner address.

She didn’t disappoint. Every other night, a new link or sometimes a PDF of the kind of stories 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 guard down a little at a time, and the emails would get longer and more intimate as I shared more and more about what myself. Not only my bestiality 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 months it took on the form of a friendship. I shared my name – not my full name, but I my first name. Oliva. She told me hers and that of her husband. Nick.

Send us a picture, 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 picture?

Your choice. 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 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 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 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 and several orgasms after reading a particular arousing story about a woman who gets fucked by dogs while blindfolded and tied to a weight bench while her husband and some of his friends watch and then fuck her too, I threw caution to the wind and stood in front of my mirror and took some pictures, post orgasmic, my pussy 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 next half hour or so I was in a near panic 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, black 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 right places. As for him, he was good looking as well. Clean cut and well built without being too muscular for my tastes. He had stylish medium length light brown hair and a couple days worth of stubble. 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 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 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 next hour 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 pulse 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 King, 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 while, not sure how to reply. I pulled up one of my favorite stories from Alondra, suddenly conscious of a reoccurring theme throughout the stories she’d sent me – they all involved a couple watching their dog fuck someone. This time as I read it, I pictured Alondra and Nick in the roles of the couple and 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 question. 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 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 stories 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 watch you. Think about it.