Heather Brown - Raped policewoman

"You mean that you agree with me that I seem to have some trouble fitting in around here," I said.

"Precisely, and this is your chance to prove that you're really suited for a law enforcement career," he said sanctimoniously. "If you do well with this assignment it will certainly be reflected on your probationary evaluation which is due soon, and which I, as your immediate supervisor, will be filling out."

As it turned out, keeping the dogs was no big deal. There were two dogs – both German shepherds – named Max and Leon by the kennel in Washington where they had been raised and trained. They were each in the prime of their life, and those lives had been devoted to the sniffing out of drugs, particularly marijuana and hashish.

My job was to find something for the dogs to do that would seem to accomplish something without starting a riot in the neighborhood. Consequently, I spent a lot of time around the dogs trying to ascertain their capabilities and limitations and actually became quite fond of them both, quickly getting to know them by their names, Max and Leon.

I thought about a lot of different tactics to make the project look good. I solved the whole problem by going out on the street by myself on my day off and buying a couple hundred dollars worth of grass from a dealer I knew in my neighborhood. The money was out of my own pocket, but it was worth it if I could finally rise above the level at which I'd been stuck so far in my desultory police career. Before I went back to work, I'd cut the grass with oregano, and with the sheer amount of green vegetable matter I dumped on Hardisty's desk they could easily claim the dogs had uncovered thousands of dollars of marijuana, the story would be released to the press and television, and everybody would be happy – especially me if I finally got a better assignment.

After I had made the buy, I sat in the living room with the dope piled in a heap on my coffee table. Max and Leon locked in the bedroom so they wouldn't go insane from the scent that drove them wild. I had seen them when they were around it and they went nuts, almost like cats around catnip, the main exception being that each of these dogs weighed over a hundred pounds. If they were around somebody they didn't know when they got their noses full of pot, there was no telling what they might do. Around me, with whom they were familiar and trusted, they would still jump up on me and knock me down every time I got up.

I could hear them barking and whimpering behind the door as I decided that after all I had gone through with this assignment, I might as well celebrate its completion. So I reached into the pile of grass and took enough to roll a joint, putting the rest into an attache case I would take to the station tomorrow.

I lit up, took a heady drag, and then leaned back as I held the acrid smoke in my lungs as long as I could. I exhaled with a whoosh, immediately feeling light-headed as I concluded, with some regret, that this was pretty good dope I was going to be turning over to the cops.

A few puffs later and I was really on my way, and by the time the last of the roach was gone, I was totally stoned. I felt free and easy, totally free of the worries that had accumulated on my shoulders from all the pressures of my job.

When I'd decided on smoking the joint I was getting ready to go to bed, so I was dressed in a nightgown, a sheer billowy affair that was almost completely transparent. So, as I glided past the mirror in the dining room, I couldn't help but catch a glimpse of my body undulating under the gown, the nipples of my tits seeming to tear through the filmy gauze, and the dark patch of my pussy hair making a bold black triangle between my suddenly throbbing thighs.

I found myself immediately aroused by the sight of my own body. I stood swaying in front of the mirror, looking hungrily at myself, tentatively touching my tits, and when I found my nipples were as hard as marbles, pressing hard against the fleshy mounds of my pulsing breasts.

As I massaged my throbbing tits, I began to shake in columnar spasms, my pelvis bucking in tandem with the shaking and tingling of the rest of my turned on anatomy.

I threw off the gown and stood completely nude before the mirror, hopelessly aroused. I instantaneously found myself with the uncontrollable urge to see inside of me, to examine what charms lay concealed just below the surface of my pink, shimmering ripe flesh.

I took the first thing I could find, a foot stool, and placed it in front of the floor-length mirror, feeling the cheeks of my ass squish on the leather as I sat on it, facing the reflection of my deliciously naked body. Wasting no time, I placed my legs outward, putting each of my feet against the wall as I straddled the mirror, giving myself a perfect shot of my drooling, open cunt, a crimson gash of pulsing flesh fringed by a wild tangle of already sopping black pussy hair. I couldn't help but be overwhelmed by its loveliness.

I pulled apart my slick, swollen pussy lips and took a hungry look at my gaping fucking canal, so smooth and fleshy that it was almost pulpy, looking like the inside of a sucking mouth with its slimy red tissue.

Then I realized that I was all alone with nobody to fuck me.

"Or am I?" I whispered in a hush.

I looked around the room. Behind the bedroom door I could hear something. Scratching and whimpering, whining and muffled barks. Max and Leon, could they solve my problem? Did I dare think it? At last, those two dumb dogs might be good for something! I'd make the project a success after all, but in my own way!

I jumped to my feet and fled to the bedroom, feeling my swollen cunt almost burst from the agonizing burden of accelerating discharge as my thighs swished against it. I flung open the door and greeted the dogs with a cry of joy before I literally dove for the bed, landing on my elbows and knees with my ass sticking up in the air, the cheeks of my ass parted so that my frothing cunt was out and open, screaming to be fucked by anything available.

I whistled through my teeth so the dogs would know it was all right to jump on the bed, which they immediately did. They must have caught the lingering scent of the marijuana that still had my head spinning because they were wild, as excited as I had ever seen them, each of them grabbing me with his paws and licking me, sending hot spasms of anticipation coursing through my horny, naked body.

By chance Max jumped on me from the rear, meaning that his furry loins were already rubbing sensuously against the cheeks of my ass and my open cunt. However, he seemed to be at a loss for what to do next. How do you tell a dog that you want to fuck, I thought, and then threw caution to the winds and commanded, "Stick it in me, Max, stick your prick in my cunt and fuck me."

Just so the dumb dog would get the message, I reached behind and fumbled for a moment between his hairy haunches before I grasped what I was craving – his slippery cock. I was immediately aware that there was going to be no problem about him knowing what to do. God, was it hard! A long, stiff dog prick about six inches of pulsing gristle, as erect and serviceable as any man's. All I had to do was guide the little beauty into my fuck-hungry, creaming cunt.

I gripped the throbbing prick and worked it toward my blazing fuck center. I gasped as I felt his prick begin to jab wetly against the slick lips of my cunt, and then cried deliriously as my hand guided his engorged dog cock between the fleshy portals of my burning pussy and slid it into my fucking canal, immediately clenching my screwing muscles so that the gloriously hard animal member would be lodged in my squishing box for as long as I desired.

Max certainly knew what to do with his stiff prick once he had it inside my squeezing cunt. Max isn't such a dummy, after all, I thought with a sly grin, as he began furiously humping me, a knot in his cock rising as he kept it imbedded in my cunt, as though I would not let it out until it had sprayed my insides with a steaming onslaught of hot, spurting cum. He tightened his grip around my middle and pushed his furry haunches against me so that I could feel his bristly hair tickling the tender skin of my ass and the backs of my thighs as he rammed his prick into me in astounding bursts, penetrating me like a hydraulic jackhammer breaking apart pavement. Faster and faster he jammed his searing prick into me, its tearing head ripping past the confines of my cunt and piercing all the way up my cunt.