Heather Brown - Raped policewoman

I was continuously crying in agonizing ecstasy from the supreme fucking I was getting. But I wanted more, lusting for lewd satisfaction at each end of my throbbing wanton body. Still resting on my elbows, I put my hands forward, beckoning for Leon to come to me. He held back sulkily for a moment, probably jealous that his partner was getting to fuck me while he was being left out. Well, I'd take care of that grievance if only the dumb mutt would give me a chance. My mouth was drooling at the sight of his bristly cock hanging juicily between his flanks.

Finally, he abandoned his aloofness and began inching down from the head of the bed toward my mouth. When he was within reach, I left nothing to chance and grabbed for him, pulling him toward me and plunging my drooling lips over his cock, slobbering all over the column of warm meat as I thoroughly lubricated it with my hungry tongue, feeling his throbbing prick shaft suddenly spring to life in my sucking mouth, filling my oral cavity all the way to my throat with his cock as I deep-throated his delicious tool.

From behind, the thrusting hairy loins of the clutching dog rubbed against the spread cheeks of my ass as his questing cock pierced the sloppy folds of my appreciative cunt repeatedly, beating a tattoo into my innards with his insistent animal fury. Simultaneously I used my mouth to thoroughly drown Leon's ever-hardening cock, feeling its pointed tip jabbing the tender tissue of my throat in glorious pain as I strived to swallow his rigid animal member ever deeper. I wanted it to plunge so far down me I could feel it in my belly, ramming against Max's as he ploughed ever further up from behind.

I knew they were both going to come soon because their whimpering and barking increased, and the thrusts of their hairy loins against my cunt and mouth increased. I felt my cunt spewing forth sudsing milky cream by the seeming pint, so copiously that I could feel it oozing out past the pounding cock that was corking my pussy and slithering down the inner sides of my quivering thighs as I prepared to plunge from the dizzying peak on which I was precariously perched, into the wet abyss of repeated coming.

Max came first, shooting his long, hard cock in me an extra distance that I didn't think he had in him, pressing against some hidden cranny of my body that I didn't know existed that immediately bathed my body in new spasms of ecstasy before his engorged prick finally burst, jetting forth virtual bullets of hot jizz which coated my insides. One spurt followed another as he discharged his endless fountain of scalding sperm up my cunt, turning my pussy into a swamp of steaming cum. My cunt tightened in appreciation, choking its turgid muscles like a noose around the shaft of his erupting cock in order to squeeze out every last drop of precious cum.

In my face, Leon started to buck uncontrollably, feeling his loins starting to explode with divine relief from his swollen cock and plunging down my maddeningly chafing mouth and throat. I utilized all my resources to bring him to the explosion I craved, tickling, chewing, licking and swallowing on his pounding cock with maximum friction, repeatedly working his taut foreskin over the knob at the end of his prick until it could finally endure no more and erupted like a volcano with a molten flow of lava-like sperm that flooded my mouth and throat.

The sensation of the buckets of come shooting up my cunt and the oceans of it filling my mouth and sliding deliciously down my throat sent my body into a nervous explosion. I began to come in one long continuous orgasm that seemed to go on forever, expelling what seemed to be as much creamy juice from my pussy as I had received from the ejaculating dog prick pumping inside of it. My cunt was bathed in a sea of male and female fluids, a bubbling mixture of animal and human sex juice.

Finally it was over and I collapsed into a heap on the bed and rolled over on my back, too tired to even put my legs together as I lay with my thighs spread, my spent cunt drooling openly as a creamy mixture of pussy juice and dog sperm trickled from it, staining the bedspread in a widening circle. I took a long loving look at my gaping, exhausted cunt, and then lay back with my eyes closed as Max poked his cold nose between my legs and began licking my pussy while I savored the final memory of Leon's discharge in my mouth, lolling a viscous glob of sweet dog cum that I had retained over my tongue and teeth, intoxicated by its pungent taste.

I don't know when I finally fell asleep because my dreams were just more of the same, continued visions of my drooling cunt and grasping mouth filled with the sticky discharge from squirting cocks accompanied by endless orgasms. All I know was that when I woke up the dogs were still in bed with me and I was clutching for dear life onto their cocks, and my hands, mouth and cunt were still so sticky from sperm that I squished all over when I finally got out of bed.

It was time to go to work. I felt so invigorated that nothing could intimidate me and I was sure I could lick the world.

"Frankly, Patrolman Cooper," Lt. Hardisty said, "you did a good job making that narcotics confiscation with the use of those government dogs. The commissioner's office downtown is very pleased."

I nodded matter of factly. He wasn't blowing any smoke up my ass telling me that. After all, the news of the bust had been all over the front page – it had even temporarily pushed the rapist back to page two. It was the first time a policewoman had ever made such a score, and the press was playing it up big, meaning that the force was stuck with me now whether they liked it or not. More specifically, the 69th precinct was stuck with me, because the word had come from downtown that I was to be given not only a citation for distinguished service, but a raise in pay grade. And, most important, Hardisty had no choice but to upgrade my assignments.

"I kept my part of the bargain," I reminded him, "now are you ready to keep yours?"

He said he was and told me that I was being assigned to a new partner.

"Who's that?" I asked skeptically.

"Ted Thoransson."

"Never heard of him," I said, beginning to smell a rat.

My dubiousness must have shown because Hardisty immediately took great pains to assure me, "Don't worry, he's not just some ordinary flatfoot."

"Then who is he?"

"He just transferred in here."

"That's my reward, huh, a rookie?" I exclaimed disbelievingly.

"Calm down. He's a transfer to this precinct, but he's not new to the force, not by a long shot. He's a plainclothes detective being sent over here to help us with the rape case."

"But I'm a patrolwoman…"

"That's what I'm trying to tell you," Hardisty said, looking like it was going to kill him to give me this news. "For the time being you're going to be transferred to plainclothes. And if you do well, it may be permanent. And in the long run, there may be a detective's shield in it for you."

For once I was speechless.

"Are you all right, Cooper?" he said.

"I can't believe you're telling me this," I said.

"Here," he said, shoving a carbon copy of the order from downtown into my startled face. "Now go upstairs and meet your new partner."

Ted Thoransson turned out to be a cop's cop. He was about forty and looked as hard as nails, but unlike most cops, had a glint of a sense of humor in his gray eyes if you cared to look past their surface steeliness. He was the department's ace detective at solving sex crimes, and had on his record numerous citations for breaking up scores of them. His reputation was such that when a precinct was stymied by a series of sex crimes, they turned to Thoransson, confident that he could crack it and get them out of hot water.

The minute I met him I knew he was an unusual cop. He didn't look at me like I was rotten bananas, but actually seemed to like the idea of working with a woman. Jesus, I thought, this guy must be good or they would have run him off the force a long time ago for having such subversive attitudes.