The night she will never be able to forget

Atia slowly regained consciousness. The first thing she realized was that she could not move, then that she was naked and then that there was someone or something touching her between her legs.

Atia was a twenty-three year old African-American woman, 5’3″ tall and weighed 103 pounds. She had short, black, curly hair, milk chocolate brown unblemished skin. Her measurements were 32-22-32 with firm C cup tits. She was a beautiful woman. She had been married to Tom, a wonderful black man that she had known from junior high school, for two years. Life was good for them. Tom had a good job as a software engineer and they lived in a nice small home in a pleasant suburb.

Things became clear enough for Atia to realize that she was tied to a table or platform with her arms tied above her head. The table was tilted so her head was about a foot higher than her hips. The table edge ended just below her waist and her feet were tied, spred wide, to the floor. A leather belt was attached to the table and buckled tight around her waist so she had very little movement. Atia looked between her breasts and saw the head of a large dog. His long rough tongue spared her labia as he licked eagerly at her female parts. She screamed and begged to be set free but the six men, three on either side of her just stood there.

The men were all older white men in their forties and fifties. They were all naked and all had their cocks in their hands, slowly stroking them as the dog paid loving attention to her sex. None of them said a word. The dog’s long tongue probed the insides of her vagina and when it dragged across her clit it caused an electric sensation. She looked at the men and begged them to stop this but they did not react to her pleading. After several minutes, to her horror, Atia’s body began to react to the dog’s licking. She saw her nipples harden and her cunt began to react to the attention it was getting. Then she was in the throws of a full orgasm. She bucked her hips and rolled her head back and forth as she came. As much as she did not want this to happen and was ashamed that it was happening, she climaxed hard on the dog’s tongue. She had been made to come by a dog. After she had come down some from this degrading action, she heard the only word that any of the men said during the whole evening. “Mount.”

The dog jumped up, putting his front paws on the table on either side of her chest. Atia looked down and saw his large red cock fully exposed from it’s sheath. It must have been over ten inches long and twice as thick as Tom’s.