An Adultress' Karma - Sex Stories

An Adultress' Karma

... in the process. It was fifty fifty. Hairy idiot was in the middle of cutting of Marie’s air supply when I tapped him on the shoulder.

“Party’s over.” I was pointing at my very pissed off spouse as he was jacking up the three others, observing as they found pants. I could hear the sirens coming, so I’m guessing he was already on the phone to the MPs, I hadn’t though past the concept of getting the dog out of this situation before someone shot him. Hairy pulled his dick out, a thick trail of saliva trailing from Marie’s gaping mouth to the bulbous head.

“Kitty! Thank you!” Marie was crying in between grunts as Charlie continued to thrust against her.

“Shut up Marie,” I was clipped, I needed to remain calm to help her and the dog before someone with a gun showed up to quote, “help”.

“He’s in my pussy, it hurts,” she panted, “get him out!” Looking around, I found a knife, the one likely used to cut her clothes off and started reaching for the zip tie on one of her arms. I froze when I heard Charlie growl. Looking up, I was met with a crazed expression in his eyes. I took another moment to look at Marie.

There were puncture wounds on her neck, not deep, but would have probably been caused by Charlie trying to keep her in one place. Her sides were badly scratched from his nails. I had repeatedly told her that if she didn’t keep them trimmed, she was going to learn the hard way that they could do damage. I guess the lesson is at hand. I moved around the coffee table ...

... to see how her legs were bound and saw that Charlie wasn’t just in her, he was full knotted and still trusting like a maniac. I may not breed dogs, but I know enough that after a male ejaculates, he tends to calm down a bit.

“Hang on Marie, I need to make a phone call,” as my phone is out and I’m dialing Mick, who also rescues dogs and only lives a few hours out. I’m waving my husband and one of the Mps back out the door, “There’s something wrong with Charlie. Don’t get close.”

Normally civilians have absolutely zero clout with MPs, they treat us politely, but in military housing situations, their word outranks mine any day.

“I’m sorry ma’am, I need to cut her free,” I just look at him as Mick’s phone connects.

“Hang on Mick,” hitting speaker phone I level a look at the MP, “there is a dog raping a woman and you want to get involved? And if the dog bites you? Or her? Charlie is not thinking about anything other than breeding his bitch,” I look back to the phone, “Mick, he’s an 85 pit bull and knotted in the shrieker you hear. And he’s still going full steam ahead. Any advice?” Mick paused for a moment and started laughing.

“Wait for the knot and give him twenty minutes, he’ll get off her on his own,” Mick was already relaying the story to DeeDee, his wife.

“No Mick, you missed part of that: he’s already knotted.” Silence spoke volumes from the speaker of my phone.

“He’s knotted and still rutting?” Mick’s voice was eerie calm.

“Yes, and he’s aggressive ...