Debauchery Imposed by the Owner and His Dog

The night was just beginning when the messages in my app started to heat up. I posted my ad on the site, always looking for someone who really didn't have limits. "I saw your ad," he typed, and referred to my ad: "Available to Serve - No Limits. I want you and your dog to use me." We exchanged a few messages, and that's exactly what I was looking for, a dominating male wanting to play me as a whore and slave along with his dog, according to him as an adult Rottweiler and always wanting to ride everybody. "I'm ready to be your toy, for both of you. Use me however you like," I replied, the palpable excitement in every word typed. He was concise and direct in his response. "My address is... Come home and get ready to be dominated by both of us. He's big and knows no boundaries, just like I do." It was a little far, from here in Osasco, going by Metro and CPTM would take about 45 minutes, but I agreed and went anyway. Getting there he was an imposing man, with firm posture and hard expression, 45 years, some hair and hair already getting gray, was not a spotted guy or pattern, and received me accompanied by his equally dominating Rottweiler. I entered your house and a command aura made me tremble with anticipation and fear. "On your knees," was your only order as soon as you closed the door behind you. I immediately obeyed my gaze fixed on his eyes and on the dog beside him, which was growling low, his chest rising and descending with every heavy breath. Without wasting time, he unbuttoned his pants and released his impressive member while holding Rottweiler's collar with his other hand. "Open your mouth," he ordered. I was terrified of Rottweiler, who was staring at me, but as I opened up, he invaded me with his limb, while Rottweiler went licking his own dick, excited by the smell and the situation. The brutality of oral penetration made me water; his hand held my head, guiding the movements vigorously as he spoke grunts of approval. "Yeah, bitch, you know what to do." After abusing my mouth, he pulled my hair to the ground. "On four," he growled, and before I could position myself, Rottweiler approached me, sniffing me intensely and then started licking my ass. I felt the animal's powerful paws on my back and he jumped and grabbed my sides, his nails scratching my skin. Meanwhile, the man stood in front of me, his erect dick pointed at my mouth. "Keep sucking," he said, holding my head and directing his movements. I felt Rottweiler's paws scratching me and it hurt, his weight pressing me against the cold ground. The great Rottweiler did not hesitate; with surprising force, he began to cover me, his paws holding firmly as his limb sought my body. And with only the pre-ejaculator fluid of the dog as lubricant, and with a rapid and violent movement, Rottweiler penetrated, the feeling of complete filling mixed with acute pain. I screamed, the voice was smothered by the owner's cock, who held my head and put his dick as deep as he could, while the dog started pushing with animal force. "Look, he knows how to use a bitch like you," the man said, letting me breathe and laughing while adjusting his position to watch better. "You're a toy to us, nothing more." The dog's movements were wild and instinctive, and every shot, I felt my body being used to the extreme. The man, in turn, his member hardened by the scene before him. The feeling of being filled with something so fierce and primal brought a wave of pain mixed with perverse pleasure. The hitched one came right away, felt enormous internal pressure, felt excruciating pains, seemed to have something inside that needed to go out and was trapped, and at the same time I was delirious of pain and pleasure, and the owner laughing and drowning on his dick. The dog locked on to me, every move of him sending waves of sensation through my body. I suffered about 20 minutes on the roll of that dog caught inside of me, while the owner filmed me, including my face while engaged with the dog, hit me in the face, spat and had fun watching me suffer like a dog, feeling the semen of the dog invading me on wrists inside me. There I was, trapped between the dog who dominated me from behind and the man who demanded my submission from the front. The dog, firmly attached, moved occasionally, each dragging causing additional scratches and painful pulls on my skin. The man, in turn, used my forced immobility to fuck my mouth with even more brutality. "That's all you're good at," he was growling in a stash. "Serve as a whore for men and dogs." The domination was complete, and the humiliation of being used as shamelessly by both left a mark as deep as the physics that now adorned my body. When the dog finally relaxed and loosened, the hitch slowed down, allowing him to walk away with one last pull that made me moan with pain and relief, the knot was still big, which hurt like hell to get out. A lot of semen ran out of my ass down my legs and down the floor. The man then quickly occupied the space left by the dog, without a word of warning or a moment of hesitation. It penetrated without any care, putting everything up to the stalk, using only the semen still fresh from the dog as lubricant. The brutality of penetration, raw and immediate, caused my entire body to wriggle in a mixture of pain from the knot that had just yielded, and the total submission that I was offering. He stored with a wild force, every movement pushing the semen and increasing the burning that consumed my being. "That's what you deserve, bitch," he grunted, while holding me tight by the hips, tightening his nails where Rottweiler had scratched me, his blows resonating in the silence of the room with the intensity of his clear and perverse intentions. You slapped me, until in a deeper shot that made me delirious with pleasure and submission, you filled my ass with your fucking, mixing with fucking Rott. After a few seconds of standing inside, he pulled me out and pulled me through my hair to the bathroom, where the next part of his domination would unfold. "Time for your bath," he said with a cruel smile as he began to urinate on me. The hot piss jet hit my body, washing the semen and the accumulated dirt from the previous act. He meticulously aimed at my mouth, face and body, ensuring that every part of me was humiliated with its mark, telling me to swallow. Then, not satisfied with just that, he also took my clothes and began cleaning the floor with them, rubbing the semen of the dog and his own piss. "You're gonna wear this now," he ordered, throwing the wet clothes and the fucking Rottweiler towards me. With the dignity already shattered, I thanked and obeyed, wearing the clothes ragged and mocked. He watched me, the pleasure of his cruelty evident in every line of his face. "Now go away by subway, and let everyone see the dirty whore you are," he said, pushing me out of his door. Unfortunately, he deleted my contact and didn't send me the videos he recorded. Walking toward the subway, each step was a reminder of the brutality I had suffered, and somehow desired, the wet clothes glued to my skin as a memorial of the control and humiliation I had sought. In the silence of the return journey, I reflected on the depth of my desires and the intensity of what I had been driven to explore, accepting the complexity and perversity of my whore role that I chose to play.