Heather Brown - Raped policewoman

As we fucked, I felt more and more expansive, feeling as though a mere straight fuck wouldn't be enough for me tonight. Feeling his prick swell even more inside me, I realized that I didn't have long to make any alterations because my young stud was just about ready to start spewing his hot jizz all over the place.

I pulled upward, feeling his prick pop wetly out of my sopping cunt, and took a good look at his magnificent cock before I grabbed its slick sides to steady it and then shifted my dripping, hairy crotch just a few inches forward so I could center his cock on my cunt.

His pulsing cock felt hard and strong as I pressed it against the puckering ridges of my asshole, lowering myself down easily so I could accommodate at least eight inches of prick – and I intended to have every inch in my unlubricated asshole. Ahh, but the pain was worth it as I worked his dick inside me and felt it push with maddening friction against the tight walls of my ass when I forced myself down on his loins, my quivering ass resting on top of his muscular thighs as I forced his prick all the way up into my bung hole, enjoying a delicious feeling of totally letting go.

As his cock pounded away in my straining asshole, I plunged my hand to my cunt and began fondling the gooey surface of my bulging pussy lips and the stiff protuberance of my hopelessly aroused clit. I jiggled up and down on the stiff prick and simultaneously kneaded my clit, thrusting a pair of fingers inside my cunt and brutally finger-fucking myself.

I leaned forward and closed my mouth over his, shooting my tongue between his teeth and meeting his in a hot oral embrace. Down below, his dick was searing through me as though it were on the verge of splitting me in two while my busy fingers crawled frantically over the sopping ooze of my pussy like maggots over raw meat. I wanted him to come inside of me, filling my insides with an ocean of jizz, the waves of his cum riding me to a glorious shuddering climax.

The tension snapped in him first, his cock branding the inside of my ass like a hot poker as the molten jizz exploded in bubbling fury, filling me with blast after blast of scalding cum.

My entire body was ablaze. The kindling between my legs had erupted into a blazing inferno, and only coming and coming again could douse the fire. I pushed down with all my might on his spurting prick, feeling the river of cum engulf my ass as I clenched the muscles of my asshole like a vise around the root of his cock. His swollen cock shuddered inside me like a vibrating pole as I gritted my teeth and twisted my asshole around on it, making his cock tear inside me like a corkscrew.

Suddenly, all my hard work brought results as a monstrous orgasm at long last overwhelmed me. The darkness behind my closed eyes transformed itself into an erotic kaleidoscope of colors, a palette of bright reds, yellows, blues and purples that drenched my senses with their richness as I fell and swirled, and flew in climactic flight. Then I came down, my body caressed by the soft afterglow of a perfect fuck.

After I had caught my breath I pulled off the stunned boy, and dreamily lowered my skirt after cinching my totally saturated panties in place, their drenched fabric immediately clinging adhesively to the sopping stickiness of my drooling ass and cunt. I shifted my weight from one leg to the other, feeling the cum inside me gurgle, and then looked at the boy. The kid still seemed afraid of me.

Suddenly my maternal instinct told me how to alleviate his fear once and for all and I leaned forward and gave him a small chaste peck on the cheek. Immediately he smiled, telling me with his wholesome grin that everything was all right, and I turned around and left the bathroom with a clear conscience.

"We've been lucky enough," Lt. Hardisty droned in his obnoxious nasal voice, "to've been chosen as the site for a pilot project funded by our government in Washington."

"Does that mean we're gonna get an airplane?" somebody said, and for the life of me, I couldn't figure out whether he was making a dumb joke or he was just stupid.

"No, no, you idiot," Hardisty answered. "This is a pilot project concerning the heavy narcotics trade in this precinct."

"Do you mean out on the street or in the station house?" somebody laughed.

"Very funny," Hardisty dismissed the comment. "This is serious business. The federal government has granted some funds to our department for a special narcotics detection project, and the boys downtown have decided that this is the place where they're gonna try it out."

"Spare us the suspense. Lieutenant, what is it?" someone asked.

"Well, you men may've read about this some in the newspapers," Hardisty said.

If any of them can read, I thought.

"It's dogs, police dogs of course, German shepherds that are trained to sniff out dope."

"Whatta we need that for, Lieutenant?" Reinhart asked. "We don't need no dogs to tell us that every one a these long-haired punks we see around here has got a stash on 'em. If we wanted to, we could go out and bust all of 'em right now and fill the county jail with punks."

"Keep that to yourself, Reinhart," Hardisty said sternly. "We may know that, but the government apparently doesn't, and the boys downtown aren't going to turn down a federal grant for anything, even if it's to install a Tampax dispenser in the squad room."

Naturally, when he said that, everyone in the room looked straight at yours truly, and it took all of my restraint to keep from flipping them the bird and telling them to go fuck themselves.

"I suppose the reason the boys downtown picked us," he continued, "was that, given this area, they knew we wouldn't have any trouble finding some dope and making the project a success. And if it's a success then the department'll get some more money."

"Shit," a cop named O'Hara said. "The boys downtown are screaming for us to catch this guy who's going around screwing… uh, raping all these dames… women, and then they turn around and stick us with some damn thing like this."

"Yeah, Lieutenant, how do they expect us to catch the rapist if we're wasting our time running a kennel?" somebody else asked.

"Don't worry, don't worry," Hardisty tried to soothe them. "Well make every effort to deploy our personnel so that no essential functions will be interrupted. Don't worry, nobody will be taken off the street who's involved in a vital service."

What he was really talking about was that only somebody at the absolute bottom of the pecking order would have to waste their time handling these dogs, and that could be nobody else but me. They'd run out of men they could force to be partners with me, so now they were turning to dogs. Well, at least that removed any doubt as to the status of women in the precinct.

After he had given out assignments for the evening, conspicuously neglecting to give me one, Hardisty said he wanted to talk with me after the ranks broke.

"Patrolman Cooper," he said to me when we were alone, "working with these dogs presents a good opportunity for you to get some ground floor experience that nobody else at the precinct will have. You'll be our dog expert."

"I already am," I muttered, thinking about the mangy collection of partners with whom I'd been stuck night after night.

"What's that?" he said, practically foaming at the mouth in the hope of catching me being insubordinate.

"Nothing, nothing," I said, painfully choking out a "sir" at the end of it.

"Good, good. Patrolman Cooper, because I want you to go into this endeavor with a good attitude. I've noticed that you don't always seem satisfied with your work here at the precinct, and frankly, when an officer is dissatisfied the same dissatisfaction with his work tends to apply to his superiors. Do you understand what I mean?"