Olivia’s DS Fantasies: 2

I’m on my knees. My cheek is pressed to the basement floor, so I’m staring at a brick wall and 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 wear 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 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 one corner, focused on me, and I’m assuming that my ‘captors’ are watching.

I can see a German Shepard on a chain attached to a ring on the wall opposite the one I am. The only difference is there’s a timer on it and the lock securing it to his collar. Nick and Alondra explained it to me before leaving me with the dog. It will release him to do whatever he wants when the time is up. When I asked how long it was set for, Alondra laughed and told me not to worry about it. Then they left, going back upstairs and 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 waits 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 curiosity 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 true or simply fantasies didn’t 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 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 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 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 like 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. She threw out the bait, and I responded.

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.

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

She sent another link. This time it involved a girl 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 them to let it fuck her. Again, I found myself masturbating like a crazy woman 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. At the same time, I hung there, begging them to let him fuck me, promising anything and everything until they finally relented.

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 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, and what else turned me on. 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 my first name Oliva). She told me hers and that of her husband. Nick.

In my fantasies, I’d told her I was Livvy, not Oliva. Olivia wouldn’t dream about fucking dogs. Livvy, however…

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 t-shirt after cropping everything above my neck, though my hair was long enough that you could tell I was blonde.

I felt better that she asked first. I was beginning to trust her more and more…

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 to every other day and asking me what I thought on the days in between 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 until Alondra replied.

She’d sent a picture too. Not as risqué as 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 of 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 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…?’ I sent.

Again, I spent the next hour anxiously waiting for a reply, wondering if I had gone too 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 had thought about it, I wouldn’t have answered truthfully, so I didn’t. I typed out a reply as quickly as possible and hit send.

‘His name is King, Livvy, and no. I have never had sex with him. That doesn’t mean he hasn’t fucked others,’ Alondra replied.

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 couple’s roles and King as the dog. By the time I was done, I was spent, having come at least three 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 Alondra’s 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, though it took me a while to admit it to myself. Eventually, I opened my email again, surprised she’d sent me another message while I was making myself cum.

‘Would you like him to fuck you, Livvy?’ Alondra sent. ‘I know your kinks. I know what you like and want, even if you have trouble admitting it. Like in the stories I’ve sent, the ones you like best, where she’s tied up and helpless, unable to stop it. Nick and I would love to watch you. Think about it.’

After that, I couldn’t help but think about it. Long story short, that was how I ended up 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 natural progression 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. Not only that, but I found myself attracted to her as well. Nick even joined in sometimes. He was easygoing, and 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 had him with her when in our video chats.

“Say hi to King, Livvy,” she told me, and of course, I’d say hi. “Doesn’t he look sexy today? He can’t wait to meet you in person finally. He’s hard right now. Do you want to see it? Of course, you do. See? Now, It’s only fair that he gets to see your pussy. 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.

“A dog slut.” I’d answer, mortified, knowing she’d only let me cum if I said it aloud.

And I would, and afterward, I’d feel ashamed, embarrassed, and humiliated, and I couldn’t wait until the next time when I’d do it again.

“What’s going to happen?” I’d asked nervously. After all, I’d be traveling to another state to meet people I’d never met in person so 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, and 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 converse with his owners simultaneously. At first, he was content to sniff at me and lick my arm a little. It didn’t take long before he decided that I smelled nice, which progressed to him trying to lick my face, thighs, and shoulder anywhere he could. At first, I tried to evade him, much to Alondra’s amusement.

“Why don’t you scoot over to the middle, Livvy, so that 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 and my panty-covered, drippy wet pussy, and I was becoming increasingly turned on. Without hesitation, I complied, placing myself directly between the front seats.

I did everything they told me to, 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.

When we arrived at their house, I was a hot mess, unable to think about anything beyond relief from my burning craving.

“Let’s get you downstairs, Livvy. That’s what you want. 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.

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

Nick helped me, and then they secured me to rings on the floor, so I was on my knees, thighs spread apart, my ass up in the air, and 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, but 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 clinging to my outer lips until gravity finally frees them. I can’t help but imagine a small puddle forming between my thighs. I’m drooling, too. My pulse has been racing for so long that I feel lightheaded, and my knees and shoulder are sore. As for King… he looks eager. At first, he was content to sit on his haunches and watch and wait. After a while, though, he got 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.

During one of those moments, the timer beeped, freeing King from his bonds. That’s about all the warnings I had. He didn’t waste any time rushing over to where I lay, my ass in the air. I’d wondered what would happen. Would he 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 was 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 exposed asshole and pussy and settled and 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 had cum once for a very long time or several times. It was just too intense to make sense. 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 edge, so close to falling over the edge again but not quite 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, he got the message or just decided on his own. I gasped out loud as he suddenly mounted me, his forelegs 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, had a weird pointed tip, and 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 jackhammer inside me. Fast and furious and non-stop, I could hear him panting just over my shoulder, saliva drops splattering against my face.

Hard, deep, and inhumanly fast, 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 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 and 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. Still, then I was lost in another orgasm, and by the time that one resided, I was sobbing, begging him to stop, even though he already had his knot embedded firmly inside 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 shrinking until he could pull his cock out of me with a soft plopping sound. I could feel his cum spilling out of me 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.

“Was it all you wanted?” Alondra asked as they unchained and untied me, allowing me to stretch my sore arms 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.