Privilege pt 03

Misty and Roo part 3

Mollie knew she was speeding. She’d lost too much time enjoying being humped and the melon size of her dog Clawed’s knot filling the entrance to her pussy as he’d squirted his hot seed into her. And now she was late. Her concentration was shattered by the squawk of a siren behind her. The blue,red and white revolving lights on the cruiser lit up behind her, stabbing her eyes in the rear-view mirror, so she lifted her foot off the gas pedal and coasted to a stop on the shoulder of the road.

She waited, heart racing a bit while the officer probably used the cruiser’s radio to report Mollie’s license plate number. This, Mollie knew, was standard procedure to check for outstanding warrants, or even unpaid parking tickets.

The cop who exited from the cruiser looked like a poster-girl for female cops everywhere, except for the dog leashed at her side. Mollie estimated her to be about five foot ten inches tall. She filled the khaki uniform she wore as if she had been poured into it. Eyeing it in her mirror, Mollie couldn’t see a single wrinkle in that starched khaki uniform. The basket-weaved double-clasped “Sam Brown” leather belt around her trim waist slanted down on her left side, and supported a holstered semi-automatic pistol and pouches for spare ammunition and regulation handcuffs. Her blonde hair was tied back, as per the regulations, in a ponytail, that flowed out of the back of her baseball cap. Mirrored “aviator” Raybans hid and shielded her eyes from the desert glare, making it hard to estimate her age.

“I clocked you at seventy six miles per hour, Ma’am. The speed limit posted for this section of the freeway is fifty-five. May I see your license, insurance, and proof of registration please?” the cop uttered in a no-nonsense tone of voice. The dog at her side sat at a perfect “at heel” His intelligent eyes following his handler’s every nuance. He was brindled black and almost gray – mostly Shepherd, Mollie guessed. Naturally, the dog interested her as much as did the cop. Mollie handed over her driver’s license, registration and insurance card.

The cop peered at the picture on the license. Mollie had recently undergone a major transition and the year old bleah bespectacled license photo nowhere bore almost no resemblance to the pretty elfin exciting girl sitting here in this expensive Mercedes Benz Coupe.

“Ma’am are you sure this is you?” The woman on this license is in her late thirties, and obviously not you!” She peered into the window suspiciously, adding , “Will you exit the vehicle please?”

As Mollie slid off the leather seat, her short skirt rode riskily high and she tugged down the short hem. The dog at the policewoman’s side alerted immediately, pointing his nose at Mollie’s thighs. “My dog is alerting for narcotics Ma’am. For both our safeties I’m required to restrain you. Please turn around and I’ll cuff you. This does not mean you are under arrest – I am merely detaining you for both our safeties!

There was the glint of steel in the sun, and a ratcheting sound as the cuffs embraced Mollie’s wrists firmly. After Mollie had her hands cuffed behind her the cop continued, “Do you have any objection to me searching your vehicle?”

Mollie was trying hard to remain calm. “No, go right ahead. The car is a week old, I don’t think I have any form of narcotic in the car!” she exclaimed angrily.

The dog was led to the car and after a desultory search lasting all of 2 minutes, the dog sprang from the car. The cop had been encouraging the dog with ‘Zoek Herman zoek’ (commanding the dog to ‘seek’) but the dog showed no interest in any portion of the new silver Benz. Instead, he once again ‘pointed’ towards the handcuffed Mollie.

The cop straightened. “Ma’am have you any objection to me searching you?”

Mollie was too flabbergasted to speak, but totally aware that beneath a very short cream designer skirt and candy striped halter she was naked! After a moment’s consideration, Mollie shook her head. She was thinking, “Well fuck her! Let the cop search me! I’ve literally nothing to hide.” She needed to respond verbally. “Go ahead officer!” she said angrily! “But try not to muss up my hair and makeup too much!”

Mollie stood stiffly, with her hands manacled behind her. The officer put on a pair of rubber gloves as she approached. Mollie was close to boiling point, but the cop remained perfectly professional. Her hands lightly slid over the handcuffed woman’s shoulders, breasts and tummy before checked her back from her nape to her waist. She went on to gently pat both her ass and the front of her short skirt. Her fingers slid up inside the hem of her skirt. “Do you object to me checking your intimates, Ma’am?” the cop queried.

Mollie’s demeanour belied her rise in blood pressure. She was standing on the side of a highway in handcuffs, while cars passed, slowing to witness this humiliation. Much to her chagrin, her body was responding to the woman’s touch. The rather large load Clawed had deposited during their earlier romp was beginning to ooze out of her, since she was lubricating furiously.

The latex touched the warmth of her still slightly dilated pussy and puffy lips, and entered, probing. As the hand emerged, the pungent liquid was clearly noticeable on the finger tips of the cop’s gloves. The dog broke form from his earlier police dog stance. His tail was wagging and if the officer hadn’t been holding his leash, keeping him at her side, he would have undoubtedly leaped on Mollie. This unexpected behaviour mystified the officer even more.

However, at that critical moment, the radio on the cop’s shoulder squawked, “Sierra Oscar 14 from Central. Subject has no warrants. Address confirmed. Vehicle is registered to her. VIN and home address confirmed. No outstanding queries or warrants. Subject is not cleared of search or pat down. Repeat not! Suggest subject be allowed to proceed if cleared.” The police dog, reacting to the radio sounds from dispatch, returned to his proper stance, momentarily wiping the incident from the cop’s mind.

The cop mumbled into her radio before turning and addressing Mollie. “You’re free to go. Please keep under the speed limit!” she ordered Mollie. “My apologies for detaining you.” She unlocked the handcuffs and turned, stalking to her patrol car, bringing her dog to heel with as much dignity as she could muster. Once there, she let the dog hop into the back of her patrol car before she climbed in behind the wheel, revved the motor and proceeded, with a squeal of rubber, to make an illegal U-turn over the painted median and head back the way she’d originally come.

Mollie could still feel the smooth, slippery touch of the cop’s latex gloves inside her wet pussy. She waved casually as the patrol car sped off in the opposite direction. Easing herself behind the wheel of her husband’s latest attempt to pacify her, she headed towards her lover’s apartment. Her adrenaline was still spiked, so she carefully parked in her spot next to metallic silver Genesis G70 and, with shaky hands, used her key card to access the elevator to the top floor.

Her lover was waiting impatiently at the elevator. “You made it!” she exclaimed. With a frown, she complained, “I’ve been waiting for hours!” Still, she was happy to see Mollie, so she grinned impishly at her elfin face.

Mollie looked abashed, and admitted sheepishly, “I got pulled over for speeding, by a pretty cop and her very handsome partner, and got cavity searched!”

“You got cavity searched?” Misty asked incredulously. “For speeding?”

Mollie squinted a second, crossing her eyes by peering myopically at her nose, before raising her gaze. ”Evidently, I don’t look like the picture on my license anymore! And, her partner, who’s a dog, seemed to sniff narcotics on me,” she explained.

Misty looked at Mollie, and exclaimed, “That’s bullshit! We don’t do drugs!”

“I didn’t even have a bottle of Tylenol in the car.” Molly paused, then giggled. “She didn’t come up empty handed though; her gloves were oh so wet when she pulled her fingers out of my pussy. Clawed wanted to make sure his bitch’s womb was full before she left.”

Misty was pensive for a second. “It’s possible the dog reacted to Clawed’s ‘deposit’ – that could’ve caught his interest.” She stroked her chin in more thought. “You know, it’s possible the cop and her dog are more than just ‘partners’ if he reacted that way.”

Misty gave Mollie a warm hug as her demeanour changed. “Cummon! Some stuff arrived for us! We have to try them on!”She exclaimed happily, gripping Mollie by the hand and leading her to the bedroom. Misty’s bed was covered in boxes. “Happy second month Anniversary Darling!” Misty was almost dancing with excitement. “They arrived!”

Mollie eyed the box strewn bed suspiciously, “What arrived, Misty?” she asked.

“The stuff I ordered for us to wear tonight, silly.” She pointed at her bed. Lifting a biggish box, she handed it to Mollie. “This first,” she demanded with a smile. Looking mystified, Mollie unwrapped the box, and opened the large rectangular box within. Inside were a pair of Lucchese Classics boots – Women’s Fiona-stud Scarlette Cowgirl boots. The expensive designer boots had mother of pearl inlays and tapered 2 & 1/2 inch heels. In the box was also a matching leather vest.

“We can wear those with or without anything underneath,” Misty explained conspiratorially.

Mollie looked a little panic-stricken. “Misty, I’m not going out with you wearing just a vest and cowboy boots!”

“No, silly. I got us denim skirts, too.” Misty handed Mollie another package.

Mollie ripped open the packaging to reveal a front-buttoned denim skirt from Naked & Famous. Holding it against herself, she noted that it would barely cover her pubic mound! “Good god, Misty, this must have cost you a fortune!” Mollie complained.

“And here’s the final prezzie.” Misty handed her one more package.

Mollie wasted no time ripping it open to discover a Katrina Kaif sheer blouse. With an expression like a kid on Christmas morning, Mollie began to undress, intent on trying on the new outfit. As Mollie pulled off her blouse, Misty sprang like a red haired puma, tumbling them both onto the bed!

It didn’t take much persuasion for Molly to widen her thighs and lovingly grip Misty’s long red hair as Misty began to lick the insides of her upper thighs. Misty’s teasing avoidance of her pussy drove Molly wild and, when she couldn’t take any more, she bucked, using Misty’s hair to direct her face over her aching and needy clitoris. As she guided her lover to her hungry pussy, Mollie widened her knees.

Misty’s own knees spread Mollie’s thighs even wider part as she pushed her fingers into the wet, warm waiting pussy. Her first thrusts were deep and almost brutal, causing Mollie to whine ecstatically. This was not going to be soft and gentle, she now knew, and it was exactly what she needed. Her need for Misty to fuck her was almost primal in its passion. Her nipples ached so much that she squished her own breasts harshly. Her perspiration flowed and acted as lubricant there. Soon, her breasts were almost as slippery as her dog-cum-filled cunt, whose lips Misty was now licking, consuming the ‘cream’ on them.

Misty felt the twitches beginning to build in strength and regularity, both along those lower lips she’d been dining on, as well as Mollie’s inner thighs. She lifted her face to watch Mollie’s as she began fingering her with even more force.

Mollie gasped loudly as she felt Misty’s fingers fill her, shoving out so much of Clawed’s cum that Misty’s wrist was now slimy and sticky.