After that, I couldn’t help 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 send 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. Nick even joined in, sometime. He was easy going, although he could be intense at times – they both could. They had that indefinable dominant aura 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 the lead. Not that it was anything overt. Just little 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 dodge their questions, no matter how embarrassing or humiliating.
The subject 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 video chats.
“Say hi to King, 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 course you do. See? Now, It’s only fair that he gets to see your pussy 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 play with myself during the entire conversation. Occasionally Alondra would tell 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 loud 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 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 state to meet 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 take care of everything and we’re going to take 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 little sundress just as Alondra had suggested and spent the next hour or so ‘getting to know’ King in the back of their SUV while trying to carry on a conversation with his owners at the same time. At first 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 lick my face, my thighs, my shoulder, anywhere he could. At first, I tried to evade 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 time, King had been working at pushing his nose up under the hem of my dress and licking the insides of my thighs as well as my panty 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 your dress up like a good 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 rough tongue, even though I wanted to so badly.
By the time we arrived at their house, I was a hot mess, unable to think about anything beyond relief from the craving burning 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 King pushed his snout between my legs again, this time from the rear, and tasted the juices trickling down the insides of my thighs.
They stripped me first. Then Alondra buckled the collar around my throat while Nick took care of the ankle cuffs.
“Arms behind your back and grab your elbows, 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 floor so that I was on my knees, thighs spread apart, my ass up in the air, my cheek 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 clit with her fingers so that I couldn’t concentrate on anything but her touch.
When she stopped, suddenly, I let out a bewildered moan, opening my eyes, which I’d squeezed shut, in time to see Nick securing King 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 feel the tickle of my juices down the insides of my thighs, or just clinging to my outer lips until gravity finally frees them. I can’t help imagine a small puddle forming between my thighs. 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 first he was content to just sit on his haunches and watch and wait. After a while, though, he get restless and started pacing back and forth, his eyes never leaving me, his tongue hanging out, though occasionally he’d pause 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 mixed with fear 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 bonds. 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 ravage me immediately, or…
He started by licking me. My face first, giving me doggie kisses, which, try as I might, I had trouble 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 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 tongue rasping over overly sensitive swollen nipples while I was chained down, unable to escape. He gave the same treatment to my ribs and hip bones, making me giggle breathlessly until he found my expose asshole and pussy and settled decided that they were far more intriguing…
I came. Hard. It was almost immediate. Three or four licks 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 long time or several times, it was just too intense to make sense of. I tried to pull 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, shivers going up and down my spine as I rocked back and forth, forward and back, his tongue pushing into my wide open pink pussy, feeling as good as any cock, better in fact. He was licking up my juices like they were a treat, 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 quit able to. I wanted to scream with frustration. I started begging him to make me come, to put his tongue in me, into my pussy, 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 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 weird pointed 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 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 knot starting to swell 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 front legs 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 cock or anything else I’d ever had inside of me.
I screamed again, unable to hold back, and then came as I felt the first 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 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 stop, even though he already had, his knot 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 time for King to free himself, his knot shrining until he was able to pull his cock out of me with a soft plopping sound. I could feel his cum spilling out of my and splashing on the floor and against my legs. One final humiliation, or so I thought. And then, as if to prove me wrong, he started lapping at me again, cleaning his spew from my abused pussy until, with a violent shiver I came one last time.
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