Privilege Pt 04 by Misty_Tiratzo

In the several weeks following her rather embarrassing and humiliating meeting with Sara, Mollie managed to keep her girlfriend Misty and her forever absent husband from knowing she was also involved sexually with Sara and Sara’s dog, Herman. Naturally Roo, Misty’s dog, was well aware that she was straying but he lacked the communication skills to pass this information on to his owner. Clawed, on the other hand, took a slightly more phlegmatic approach, insisting that he fuck her if she reeked of another dog, which she did now, often. This led to him covering his straying bitch far more frequently than any human male ever could or would want to.

Mollie’s new addiction or over-indulgence had created a slight body modification. Simply put – to purposely, over an extended period of time, have many large hard objects of differing sizes and shapes frequently pressing against the tight confines of her vagina over and over again, sometimes more than five times a day, led to her pussy remodeling itself. It was no longer nearly as tight as she had once prided herself of possessing. Mother Nature apparently demanded that if she insisted on regularly inserting a dog’s knot – which when expanded could become the size of a baseball – inside the narrow confines of her vaginal channel, that muscular tunnel would have to be enlarged. Not that her husband would notice much, seeing as how his favorite sex act involved her still tight ass.

On the other hand, this lack of tightness was amply compensated for by an almost unnatural increase in feeling and sensation. Even while walking, the action of her vaginal lips rubbing against each other kept her in a permanent state of semi-arousal. She’d actually experienced an orgasm when running to catch an elevator. She’d blushed profusely during this occurrence. The occupants of the elevator might not have heard her low moan, but they saw her sudden blush and embarrassed smile as she gripped the side of the elevator to prevent falling down due to her weakened, wobbly knees.

On the very few occasions Mollie found herself home alone, she and Clawed mated. Well, that’s not exactly the case. They fucked! Very regularly, often four or five times a night. He was happy that his owner’s once tight pussy had become loose and sloppy. With her cunt having lost its original tightness, he found it far easier to fuck and knot with her. So did the other dogs, Roo and Herman, and, in time, Nanook.

During this time, Mollie came to a decision. She didn’t need her husband, Desmond, any longer. Her trust fund, wisely invested, would supply her financial needs for the rest of her life. Her emotional needs were truly being taken care of for the first time in her life. She realized how shallow and shabbily her husband had treated her for all these years. She was going to send him an email about her decision, since he never answered his cell phone when she tried calling him. She discovered that he’d neglected to sign out of his account on the laptop they shared. Curious, she open his email folder and was shocked to find intimate, sexy, scandalous messages by someone named Dolores. Included were some pornographic selfies that hussy had sent him! Furious, she had the house locks changed that day, and gave a copy of the new keys to Misty and Sara, along with an electronic fob to open the gates. Mollie’s life was changing in oh so many ways.

When Misty and Shey were temporarily recalled to the Phoenix Head office, Mollie had been designated puppy sitter. This basically meant visiting their respective apartments twice a day, to let the dogs out to romp in the nearby park and clean and refresh their feed and water bowls, checking on the dogs as she found the time. Naturally, her addiction had made it necessary for her to spend more than a hour, much of it on her knees, every time she visited Shey’s or Misty’s apartment.

She found herself spending half the night in each apartment, and driving home before dawn to have a quick romp with Clawed before leaving for Misty’s apartment building again. She purposely played one dog against the other, knowing the current dog could never leave her alone if she was exuding the scent of some other dog’s cum. Shey’s dog, Nanook, was by far the wildest. Mollie’s ribs and belly had vivid scratches and her calves were bruised by the dog’s back feet tromping on her widespread legs as he almost mercilessly thrust his cock and knot into her ever receptive cunt, as she screamed from the erotic sensations he created in her body.

Mollie’s body had become one enormous erogenous zone. After years of spousal neglect, during which her husband’s mediocre cock occasionally slid into her anal passage, only to gush in what seemed like seconds before he turned onto his back, snoring, Mollie’s life had radically changed. Her current situation had helped her blossom into a sexually insatiable woman. Even before Misty had been recalled to Phoenix, when her human lover was at work or working late, and Sara’d completed her shift, she’d give Sara a call. More times than not, they’d hook up, spending the night at her gated and walled, sumptuous, multi-story home. During these trysts, every one of Mollie’s sexual cavities were explored by Sara, or she’d find her pussy filled by a fist or nine inches of canine penis and expanded by a rock hard knot into her now permanently widened vaginal channel till she squealed in ecstasy.

On this particular morning, Mollie sat on a stool in front of her mirror in her over-sized bedroom. Clawed was resting, satiated, at her feet, licking his flaccid but still protruding cock. Moments before, he’d licked the rivulets of their mixed juices that had flowed from her distended pussy, and now lay, lazily licking himself. Mollie applied foundation to the slightly saggy bags under her eyes. She’d spent most of the last two evenings and nights in bed with Sara after checking on Roo and Nanook. During that time, she was either on the bed or with her shoulder and pert breasts pressed into the soft lambs’ fur rug beside it. In that latter pose, Herman mounted, pummeled and knotted her, while Mollie kept her head down between Sara’s thighs, performing a passionate cunnilingus, and slurping down the fluids that resulted from it.

The night before, Sara and Herman had to be present for a very early predawn drug bust, and had left Mollie deliciously sore, but sexually satisfied, at about nine PM. Once the cop and her dog had departed, Clawed had naturally taken exception to his bitch reeking from another dog’s scent and had been aggressive in insisting that he fuck her to rectify the situation. He’d mounted her without any pretense or puppy-like foreplay, taking her in a manner akin to rape! Not just once. He did it five times in less than an hour, before allowing her to fall, almost comatose, onto the silk sheets of her king-sized bed.

The very next morning, he proceeded to wake her up just before dawn with a need to ‘do his business’ outside. Mollie had groggily stumbled naked downstairs to open the patio sliding door to let Clawed out. He returned after relieving himself, and had taken the opportunity to once again forcefully fuck his bitch while the two of them faced the sliding door. From where she knelt, Mollie had a view of the patio, lawn and crystal blue swimming pool, before a forceful orgasm caused her eyeballs to roll up in their sockets.

Later, sitting at her mirror, Mollie estimated she had at least half a quart of inky smelling dog cum in her slightly distended womb. She could swear that each movement of her body caused a shift in her center of gravity, accompanied by a sloshing sound. She loved that feeling.

Convinced that foundation camouflaged her tired looking eyes, she pulled a cheeky charcoal Maje silver check mini dress off its hanger, and selected a pair of Gianvito Rossi leather Aramis mules that matched the Maje mini perfectly. First she pulled a semi sheer metallic Missone tank top over her elfin short dark curly hair and stepped into her minidress before slipping her small elegant feet into her leather mules. She applied a subtle layer of ‘Fuck-me’ red lipstick and completed her look with blush, eye shadow and eyeliner.

She let Clawed out into the well secured yard before sliding into the red leather of her Mercedes coupe. After making good progress through the morning traffic, she found she had time to spare. Parking her car beside a small hanger a short distance from the main airport hangers at Amarillo’s Rick Husband Airport, she enjoyed the warm Texas sun on her skin.

A sleek Citation made its way to the hanger, and stopped. A crew member pushed out the door which doubled for stairs, saluting as Misty and her deputy deplaned. Misty’s long strawberry blond hair swayed in the slight breeze as she and Shey made their way towards Mollie’s sleek car. Misty noticed a problem the moment they stowed their bags in the Mercedes’ small trunk. The beautiful automobile only had two very comfortable leather seats. But even after counting about a dozen times, there were still three passengers. Mollie grinned, “You and Shey can share. If we’re stopped, I have a friend in the Police Department.”

With Mollie behind the wheel, and Shey perched on Misty’s lap, Mollie’s radial tires spat gravel as the wheels spun, finally obtaining traction when they reached the concrete of the highway. The concrete under Mollie’s tires was smooth except for the thump across an occasional built-in expansion gap. As Mollie accelerated, Shey began squirming in her peripheral vision.

Mollie took her eyes off the road for a brief moment to observe that Misty’s hand was up under the short skirt that Alice insisted all her ‘girls’ wore, as Shey was obediently doing. By the time Mollie had parked her sleek sports car alongside Misty’s luxury G7, Shey was way past just squirming – she was panting like a bitch in heat. She staggered once she was off Misty’s lap. Against logic, Mollie found herself fuming, as ready as a trod on rattlesnake to strike at anything, even though she herself was riding a broad line of infidelity.