{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"02b3fcd6-662e-4841-8464-40b4857cf060","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2023-12-19T01:20:05.469Z","title":"Olivia's Dog Slut Fantasies - King","slug":"olivias-dog-slut-fantasies-king","shortId":"IQEfO9RK","authorNote":"The second of my little dog slut fantasies. Definitely not the last. I hope you enjoy reading them half as much as I did writing them.","disclaimer":"Not to be reproduced without consent or permission.","type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A meeting with some online acquaintances who share my fetish for bondage and dogs.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"3d743744-d465-4c7f-a80f-e251d468214a","title":null,"summary":"I’m on my knees, my cheek pressed to the basement floor so\nthat I’m staring at a brick wall. I’m wea","wordCount":3607,"readTime":18,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

I’m on my knees, my cheek pressed to the basement floor so\nthat I’m staring at a brick wall. I’m wearing a red lace bra. Only that. That’s\nnot how I was dressed when I left the house, in case you’re wondering. My arms\nare behind my back, my forearms tied together, my hands cupping my elbows,\npulling my shoulders back uncomfortably. I’m wearing a leather collar with my\nname etched on that name tag. There’s a short chain attached to it. It leads to\na metal ring on the floor. My ankles are\nsecured to rings as well, leaving my legs spread and my pussy vulnerable. The\nroom is dimly lit, so that any movement causes shadows to flicker against the\naged bricks. It’s about twice the size of my bedroom and a wooden stair leads\nup to the house above. While I can’t see it, I know there’s a camera in on\ncorner, focused on me, and I’m assuming that my ‘captors’ are watching.

What I can see is a German Shepard on a chain which\nis attached to a ring on the wall opposite the one I am. The only difference\nis, there’s timer on it the lock securing it to his collar. Nick and Alondra explained it to me before\nleaving me alone with the dog. When the time is up, it will release him to do…\nwhatever he wants. When I asked how long it’s set for, Alondra just laughed and\ntold me not to worry about it. Then they left, going back upstairs, shutting\nthe door behind them.

“Don’t worry,” Alondra said, giving me a gentle kiss on the\nmouth before securing my collar to the floor. \n“King knows what to do. He’s already gotten a taste of your sweet little\ncunt. The longer he has to wait for more, the more eager he’ll be. Enjoy\nyourself, Livvy. And remember, you asked me for this.”

I met them online. No names, at least not at first. I could\npretend that it was just curiosity that drew me to the site, but I’d be lying.\nIt was much more than that. A bestiality site. The kind where you can watch\nvideos of women being fucked by dogs or read their true accounts. Whether or\nnot they were actually true, or simply fantasies, didn’t really matter to me. I\nwanted them to be true and I wanted to experience them for myself. That’s all\nthat mattered and I’d left some comments on my favorites saying exactly that –\nsigning them ‘Dog Slut O’ – after spending night after night getting off on\nthem. Some evenings, that’s all I’d do after dinner. Settle in on my bed and\nmake myself come for hours, reading story after story, learning about myself in\nthe process, discovering that my fantasies revolved around my choice\nbeing taken away from me. It was such a nasty fantasy to have. Being fucked by\ndogs, so I tried to absolve myself of shame by focusing on scenarios where I\nwasn’t necessarily a willing participant in whatever debauchery I had dreamed\nup for myself.

Sometimes I’d picture myself tied up, or down, while I was\nlicked and fucked by a dog, or possibly more. Sometimes I imagined being chased\ndown by a pack who had their way with me. And it wasn’t like I’d ever actually\ndo 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\ncomments:

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

The hook. In retrospect, I know she was fishing and, once I\nbit, it was easy enough for her to reel me in. It was like a game, I suppose.\nShe threw out the bait, and I responded.

Yes, please.

And she did, sending me a link to a story where a girl is\ndrugged and tied to a bench with her ass up in the air and fucked by dogs while\nbeing watched by a sexy couple. It was so hot. I ended up climaxing several\ntimes 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\nfascination 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 seduced by a couple. Eventually, she ended up with her hands cuffed over\nher head, a spreader bar forcing her legs apart while a dog licked her pussy,\nmaking her come over and over until she begged for them to let it fuck her.\nAgain, I found myself masturbating like a crazy woman with the biggest dildo I\nowned, picturing myself as the girl, the dog’s nose buried between my thighs,\nhis rough tongue lapping at me mercilessly while I hung there, begging for them\nto let him fuck me, promising anything and everything until they finally\nrelented…

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\nleast one that I used for porn sites. A burner address.

She didn’t disappoint. Every other night, a new link or\nsometimes a PDF of the kind of stories I craved. And the following night, she’d\nask if I’d liked it and what I had liked about it and I’d answered honestly,\nletting my guard down a little at a time, and the emails would get longer and\nmore intimate as I shared more and more about myself. Not only my\nbestiality fantasies but little tidbits about me. What I looked like. What\nelse I was into. Fetishes. Sexuality. It was almost always sexual, but over a\nfew months, it took on the form of a friendship. I shared my name – not my full\nname, but I my first name. Oliva. She told me hers and that of her husband.\nNick.

Send us a picture, Livvy – I’d told her that, in my\nfantasies, I was Livvy, not Oliva. Olivia wouldn’t dream about fucking dogs.\nLivvy, however…

Of me? Like a dirty picture?

Your choice. You can even edit out your face if you want.\nJust curious.

I wanted to. Badly. The idea was intoxicating. It was\nscary, 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\nenough that you could tell I was blonde.

HOT! Can I show it to Nick? Please?

Yes, I guess.

Thanks.

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

He wants to see you naked. LOL. I would too. Only if you\nwant to.

I’ll think about it.

No pressure.

I thought about it for several days. True to her word, she\ndidn’t pressure me. Never asked once. Just kept sending me a new story to\nmasturbate 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\nsubject was still almost explicitly about sex….

Finally, with the help of a couple of glasses of wine and\nseveral orgasms after reading a particular arousing story about a woman who\ngets fucked by dogs while blindfolded and tied to a weight bench while her\nhusband and some of his friends watch and then fuck her too, I threw caution to\nthe wind and stood in front of my mirror and took some pictures, post-orgasmic,\nmy pussy gaping slightly and glistening and my nipples still hard. This time I\ndidn’t crop my face out of the picture, though I regretted it instantly. For\nthe next half hour or so I was in a near panic after my indiscretion. At least\nuntil Alondra replied.

You’re gorgeous. Thank you. Only fair you see us.

She’d sent a picture too. Not as risqué as the one I had,\nbut in a way, it was even more so…

She was gorgeous. Black hair, moon-shaped face, black framed\nglasses. From what I could tell, she was either about my height or her husband\nplayed professional basketball. She was slender, though her curves were in all\nthe right places. As for him, he was good-looking as well. Clean cut and well built without being too\nmuscular for my tastes. He had stylish\nmedium-length light brown hair and a couple of days worth of stubble. Alondra had told me he loved the outdoors and\nI could easily picture him out in the woods hiking or boating on a lake.

What really caught my attention, though, was the German\nShepard sitting in front of Nick, tongue hanging out. She’d never mentioned\nhim, and of course, my curiosity was piqued. I thought of the best way to\nmention him – her? – without making it sound salacious. Eventually, I just gave\nup and just asked.

You guys look amazing. You never mentioned you have a\ndog. Have you…?

Again, I spent the next hour anxiously waiting for a reply,\nwondering if I had gone too far with my half-asked question, checking my email\nevery 10 minutes or so, my pulse racing when she finally replied.

Glad you like what you see. Have I ever what, Livvy? Don’t\nbe shy. Say it.

If I thought about it at all, I wouldn’t have answered\ntruthfully, so I didn’t. I just typed out a reply as quickly as I could and hit\nsend.

Have you ever had sex with him?

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

This time I stewed for a while, not sure how to reply. I\npulled up one of my favorite stories from Alondra, suddenly conscious of a\nreoccurring theme throughout the stories she’d sent me – they all involved a\ncouple watching their dog fuck someone. This time as I read it, I pictured\nAlondra and Nick in the roles of the couple and King as the dog. By the\ntime I was done I was spent, having come at least 3 separate times, each time\nwith 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\nover and over and looking at the photo she’d sent. I was attracted to them.\nThat wasn’t even a question. Both of them. All three of them, actually, though\nit took me a while to admit it to myself. Eventually, I opened up my email\nagain, surprised to find that she’d sent me another message while I was making\nmyself come.

Would you like him to fuck you, Livvy? I know your kinks.\nI know exactly what you like, and what you want, even if you have trouble admitting\nit. Just like in the stories I’ve sent, the ones you like best, where she’s\ntied up and helpless, unable to put a stop to it. Nick and I would love to\nwatch you. Think about it.

After that, I couldn’t help but think about it. Long\nstory short, that was how I ended up here…

It hadn’t happened all at once. I’d agonized about it for\nweeks while Alondra continued to send me my dog fucking stories. We went from\nemail to messenger to Zoom, a progression that felt natural as we got to know\neach other better. I found out that I liked her for more than just the\nbestiality stories she provided me with. Not only that, but I found myself\nattracted to her as well. Nick even\njoined in sometimes. He was easygoing, although he could be intense at times –\nthey both could. They had that indefinable dominant aura about them which\nmeshed well with my more submissive personality. It soon became clear that they\nwere in charge while I, more and more, let them take the lead. Not that it was\nanything overt. Just little suggestions at times of what to wear during our\nZoom get-togethers, or their use of my dog slut name ‘Livvy’ or my inability\nto dodge their questions, no matter how embarrassing or humiliating.

The subject of fucking King, or rather, being fucked by him,\ncame up more and more. It came to a point where she’s always have him with her\nwhen in our video chats.

“Say hi to King, Livvy,” she tell me, and of course, I’d say\nhi. “Doesn’t he look sexy today? He can’t wait to finally meet you in person.\nHe’s hard right now, in fact. Do you want to see? Of course you do. See? Now,\nIt’s only fair that he gets to see your pussy now. Show us, Livvy. Show him how\nwet you are for him.”

And I would, and yes, I was wet. It got to the point where\nI’d play with myself during the entire conversation. Occasionally Alondra would\ntell 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\nlet 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\nembarrassed and humiliated and I couldn’t wait until the next time when I’d do\nit again…

Eventually, we set up a date.

“What’s going to happen?” I’d asked nervously. After all,\nI’d be traveling to another state to meet people I’d never met in person so\nthat I could have sex with their dog.

“Nothing that you don’t want, Livvy,” she reassured you.\n“Don’t worry. We’re going to take care of everything and we’re going to take\ncare of you.”

They picked me up at the airport. King was with them. He\nshared the back seat with me. I’d worn a cute little sundress just as Alondra\nhad suggested and spent the next hour or so ‘getting to know’ King in the back\nof their SUV while trying to carry on a conversation with his owners at the\nsame time. At first he was content to simply sniff at me and lick my arm a\nlittle. It didn’t take long before he decided that I smelled nice or something,\nand that progressed to him trying to lick my face, my thighs, my shoulder,\nanywhere he could. At first, I tried to evade him, much to Alondra’s amusement.\n

“You’re so cute, Livvy, but really, just give him what you\nboth want.”

Blushing deeply, I relented and tried to relax.

“Why don’t you scoot over to the middle, Livvy, so we can\nsee better?”

By this time, King had been working at pushing his nose up\nunder the hem of my dress and licking the insides of my thighs as well as my\npanty-covered, dripping wet, pussy and I was becoming increasingly turned on.\nWithout hesitation, I complied, placing myself directly between the front\nseats.

“Now spread your legs, hike your dress up like a good girl.”

I did everything they told me to, including forcing myself\nnot to come after I’d taken off my panties and let him lap eagerly at my bare\ncunt with his rough tongue, even though I wanted to so badly.

By the time we arrived at their house, I was a hot mess,\nunable to think about anything beyond relief from the craving burning within\nme.

“Let’s get you downstairs, Livvy. That’s what you want,\nisn’t it? That’s where King fucks all his sluts.”

“Yes,” I panted, moaning loudly as King pushed his snout\nbetween my legs again, this time from the rear, and tasted the juices trickling\ndown the insides of my thighs.

They stripped me first. Then Alondra buckled the collar\naround 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\nuncomfortable, though not painful.

“Down on your knees.”

Nick helped me and then they both secured me to rings on the\nfloor so that I was on my knees, thighs spread apart, my ass up in the air, my\ncheek pressed against the floor.

Nick went back upstairs to get their Shepard while Alondra\nkept me company, kissing me occasionally and teasing my nipples and clit with\nher fingers so that I couldn’t concentrate on anything but her touch.

When she stopped, suddenly, I let out a bewildered moan,\nopening my eyes, which I’d squeezed shut, in time to see Nick securing King on\na chain on the wall opposite me. That’s when she explained the timer to me\nafter which, they’d left, and now…

I have no idea how long it’s been. It feels like hours. It’s\nprobably a lot less. I’m dripping wet. I can feel the tickle of my juices down\nthe insides of my thighs, or just clinging to my outer lips until gravity\nfinally frees them. I can’t help imagine a small puddle forming between my\nthighs. I’m drooling, too. My pulse has been racing for so long that I feel a\nlittle light headed and my knees and shoulder are sore. As for King… he looks\neager. At first he was content to just sit on his haunches and watch and wait.\nAfter a while, though, he get restless and started pacing back and forth, his\neyes never leaving me, his tongue hanging out, though occasionally he’d pause\nand 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\nimpatience, although mine was mixed with fear and anxiety and a deep down\nhunger that was even more frightening than being taken by a dog.

It was during one of those moments that the timer beeped,\nfreeing King from his bonds. That’s about all the warning I had. He didn’t\nwaste any time, simply rushing over to where I lay, my ass up in the air. I’d\nwondered what would happen. Would he just rape and ravage me immediately, or…

He started by licking me. My face first, giving me doggie\nkisses, which, try as I might, I had trouble returning. Then my throat and\nshoulder and really, my entire upper body. By the time he discovered my tits\nand nipples I as moaning and writhing in place, so much so that he nipped one\nof my breasts as if to tell me to stay still, which I did, at least for a\nlittle while.

God, it felt so good, his rough tongue rasping over overly\nsensitive swollen nipples while I was chained down, unable to escape. He gave\nthe same treatment to my ribs and hip bones, making me giggle breathlessly\nuntil he found my expose asshole and pussy and settled decided that they were\nfar more intriguing…

I came. Hard. It was almost immediate. Three or four licks\nand I was writing and moaning and crying out, unable to stop myself. He just\nkept licking. I wasn’t sure if I came once for a very long time or several\ntimes, it was just too intense to make sense of. I tried to pull my legs\ntogether so he couldn’t get to me, forgetting about the chains securing my\nankles. I tried to tell him to stop, but he ignored me, so I came again, waves\nof ecstasy rolling through me, shivers going up and down my spine as I rocked\nback and forth, forward and back, his tongue pushing into my wide open pink\npussy, feeling as good as any cock, better in fact. He was licking up my juices\nlike they were a treat, lapping at my clit randomly until, instead of coming, I\nwas poised on the edge, so close to falling over the edge again, but not quit\nable to. I wanted to scream with frustration. I started begging him to make me\ncome, to put his tongue in me, into my pussy, my ass, to fuck me. I needed him\nto make me his bitch and fuck me…

Eventually, either he got the message or he just decided on\nhis own. I gasped out loud as he suddenly mounted me, his forelegs suddenly\naround my waist, holding tightly to me he poked at me with his erect cock. I\ncouldn’t see it, but I’d seen it before – Alondra had shown him off to me more\nthan a few times. It was thick and red and it had a weird pointed tip and it\nwasn’t human. It took him a few tries to get it into me while I did my best to\nhold still for him. Once it was, he didn’t hold back. It felt like a jack\nhammer inside me. Fast and furious and non-stop, while I could hear him panting\njust over my shoulder, saliva drops splattering against my face.

Hard, deep, and inhumanly fast and there was no way to stop\nhim. I came again and then, when I felt his knot starting to swell in my cunt,\nlocking us together, again, calling out Alondra’s name, begging her to make it\nstop, but it fell on deaf ears as far as I knew.

I felt him tense, his front legs tightening around my waist,\nhis claws leaving scratches that would be hard to explain on my belly, I felt\nhim swelling inside of me, stretching me apart painfully, bigger than any cock\nor anything else I’d ever had inside of me.

I screamed again, unable to hold back, and then came as I\nfelt the first spurt of dog cum pumping violently into me. It felt warm, hot\neven as it filled me. He flooded me again while I was still in the throes of my\nclimax. And again. I wondered, briefly, where the fuck it was all going, but\nthen I was lost in another orgasm and, by the time that one resided, I was\nsimply sobbing, begging him to stop, even though he already had, his knot\nembedded firmly inside of me, trapped inside my ruined mess of a fuck hole. I\ncollapsed, spent.

Eventually, Alondra and Nick joined us, just in time for\nKing to free himself, his knot shrining until he was able to pull his cock out\nof me with a soft plopping sound. I could feel his cum spilling out of my and\nsplashing on the floor and against my legs. One final humiliation, or so I\nthought. And then, as if to prove me wrong, he started lapping at me again,\ncleaning his spew from my abused pussy until, with a violent shiver I came one\nlast time.

“Let’s go upstairs and clean you up, Livvy,” Nick said, not\nunkindly.

“Was it all you wanted?” Alondra asked as they unchained and\nuntied me, allowing me to stretch my sore arms and legs, my gaze shifting\nbetween their faces and King, and back again, focusing on Alondra’s, finally.\nNodding, I managed a smile, my face hot as I met her eyes.

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“Everything and more. Maybe tomorrow, you could… we could…\nagain?”

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