Police Bitch
By Nathan Harvey.
I had driven this road for five years, and I was amazed at how much had changed from what I remembered. Before the toll road, there were restaurants, filling stations, and quaint little shops. It was just miles of empty buildings that once were businesses and closed filling stations. I was getting so sleepy I could barely stay awake. I passed the building that once held the dinner, and it had a closed sign on it. From the looks of the sign, it had been closed for years.
Slowing and pulling into the dinner’s weed-choked parking lot, I had to get a little shut-eye. I dialed into some soft music, unbuttoning my jeans, pulling out my cock, and stroking it. I planned on just getting a few minutes of sleep and then leaving. With that soft music and the wine from the show, I must have just drifted off to sleep. I have no idea how long I slept, but suddenly I had this light on my face. And then this light swung down to my crotch. Damn it, I had been playing with myself and was still hard as a rock. Finally, I could see the big hat and knew I was in trouble. It was the state police. Well, it wasn’t some gang of thugs robbing me.
The officer ordered me to get out of the car very slowly and not make any sudden moves, or Bruno would tear me apart. Then I heard the growling turning. I saw the white teeth of a Doberman bared, and he was a mean-looking motherfucker. As the dog glared at me, the officer began patting me down. When he got to my crotch, he got a good feel for me. Then he said I had to be up to something, and he would find out what it was. I was protesting and looking like a fool with my dick hanging out. He said I had just two choices. First, he could run me in and charge me with indecent exposure, drunkenness, and lewd behavior. Or second, I could strip and put out. I thought he was joking. I had to prostitute myself or get arrested for prostitution.
What a choice, of course, I would put out.
I started stripping as he’d ordered me to. I was afraid to put my clothes into the car and just let them drop. That damn dog started smelling my ass when he had me completely naked. Then he ordered me to get on all fours. Hesitating, I felt the instant pain of his boot in my balls, and I dropped fast.
“Now you fucking queer you want it, you’re going to get it,” he said as he led the dog up to me and told him to mount.
I was afraid to move as I felt that dick of the dog penetrating my ass.
Frightened, I tried to shake him off, but he started growling. The officer warned me to stay still and let Bruno screw me, or he would tear me to pieces. He was in heat, and I was now his bitch. As he began forcing more of that expanding cock of his up my ass, I started crying in shame at letting a dog fuck me. I begged him to let me go telling him I was sorry I would never come here again. His dog, Bruno, had gotten himself worked up into my ass and was humping me like a real bitch. Suddenly, in my ass, I felt this knot building. I began to giggle, saying the damn dog was tied to me. Once I was over the initial shock of being a dog’s bitch, I moaned in pleasure as he pumped.
The officer leaned on the car with a light on us, watching and saying, “You make a great little bitch for my dog. Bruno’s been horny as hell.”
He kept the light on my face enjoying watching me getting fucked by his dog. He leaned there for the better part of a half-hour until, finally, he started to soften. Then I heard the zipper, and as the dog freed himself from my ass, the officer stepped around, simply saying that now that I was all slicked up, he might as well get a fuck from the bitch. I was hot, but I almost fainted when that stud rammed his cock into my ass. He had one hell of a cock on him. He pumped my ass like a man that had been without sex for a long time. The more he worked with that rod of his, the harder I begged him for it.
If I were going to be their damn bitch, I would get as much of that cock as possible. When I felt him shoot, he pulled out. Swearing and coming around to my face, he demanded I clean him off. His meat was covered with his and the dog’s cum. Looking up into his face for an instant, I let my lips slide down that massive rod of his and worked with my tongue, and I felt him responding.
Now hot over again, he grabbed my ears and started working me until finally, with his balls on my chin, he gave me his load. Pulling out of me then, he backed off, zipping up, and told me to dress and get out of there. He and Bruno sat there in his cruiser, watching me as I hurriedly dressed and got the hell out of there. I swore I would never drive that road again.
As I pulled away from his patrol car, I began to think about being fucked by a dog. I thought about what a thrill it had been and remembered that hunky cop. I started getting hard again. I thanked my lucky stars. He didn’t run me in, or I would be out of a job as soon as it hit the paper. In South Bend, no one ever admitted to being gay because it was the kiss of death for any job.
I was grateful for him letting me off, but I was even more thankful for having his dog fuck me. I would never have known how good bestiality could be. I loved being screwed by that animal more than I did a man. When I go to bed at night, I dream of dogs, not men. That’s when I started trying to find something about it on the net. I had little luck because it was one of those taboo subjects, and there was practically nothing listed.
About a week later, I watched the reruns and still thinking of that damn cop and his dog. Thinking back, he was one great-looking piece of meat. Then I heard this knock at the door. I wasn’t expecting anyone, so getting up to see who it was. I was shocked to see the trouper and his dog standing in the dim light. Backing away from the door, they came in. Smiling broadly, he said they had run my plates to find out where I lived and all about me. They were hot and wanted to fuck their bitch again. Stunned but happy, I began stripping, telling him to get naked and I would show them both a good time.
I knew the drill this time, and I was on all fours for Bruno to start the operation. He was even better this time because I knew enough to crouch and spread my legs more so he could get up my ass. As the officer stood there naked, I looked at that hunk. He stood watching as Bruno mounted me and began pumping my ass. The dog was at me like a machine, and I knew he was close when I felt him tie. Then he began to give it to me, and suddenly he was shooting into me, and with his knot plugging my ass, he pumped his cum deep inside me. It took Bruno about a half hour to finish with me, and when he finally pulled out of my ass, he gave me a few licks and went to lie down contented.
My naked trouper began to crawl up my back as Bruno had done. He ordered me to spread them in a low voice, and I felt that tool of his slipping into my hot, slick ass. Spreading for him, I began begging him to fuck me. Begging wasn’t even necessary as suddenly I felt that cock of his plow into my ass. We had one hell of a late night between the two of them. He was something else again. He was worse than his dog and kept on my ass all night. We did it dog style, missionary style, and every other style he could think of.
That boy just loved to fuck, and it didn’t matter if it was up my ass or down my throat. When he was finished with me, I was so sore that I could hardly walk them to the door or say goodbye. Leaning over and giving me a long hot kiss, he told me he was Trouper Barney, and I would be seeing them in a few days. I watched as they drove off.
Like the trooper said, “A good bitch is hard to find.”
He told me he wanted exclusive rights to his bitch when he came back that next week. What was I to do? Disobey a state trouper?
It was almost two days before I saw the squad car pull up again. My Trouper Barney and Bruno were getting out and coming up the walk. He had a little sack in his hands. Opening the door for them, Bruno bounded in and began trying to get at my ass while Barney stepped in, closing the door. In that low sexy voice, he said Bruno was having fits, and he knew what he wanted. Rubbing his crotch, he said he was as hot as the dog was. In seconds I was naked and on my knees.
Spreading my legs, Bruno mounted my ass and tied me in seconds. He knew his bitch well now and was in and humping as soon as he’d mounted me. I held still for Bruno to do his business, knowing I was in for a good long ride.
Barney came around fixing a collar on my neck, chucking and saying, “It was law. All dog owners had to license and collar their dogs.”
I was now wearing the same kind of color Bruno had on, and it even had an owner’s tag on it. Barney had registered me as his bitch. Now I knew I belonged to him.
He seemed different tonight, he was down on all fours and screwing me like always, but as he reached around and grabbed my nipples, I knew he felt different about me. Before I played his bitch, tonight with my collar and tags, he was treating me like a bitch. Still, I loved him screwing me, so I said nothing. He and his dog became my only sexual partners. I began to crave them.
After our second meeting, I’d given him a key so they could come and go as they wished, and many nights, I was awakened and pulled to the floor to service them. It was always a thrill, and I told him so. I had now started begging him to stay with me on the weekends. We went on for months like that, and he was beginning to spend more time with me than in his apartment. The more we were together, the more demanding he became and the more submissive I became.
I was now so dependent on being with him that I was eager to do anything to make him happy. One weekend, it was late when we had this wild time, and I told him I loved him and would do anything for him. When he’d finished screwing me, and when I went to sit down, he began barking his orders, demanding I kneel on the floor. Then rummaging in this bag and pulling out a whip, he began to beat me, telling me I was a bad dog.
Every time I tried to say something, he would strike me with the whip until I fell silent. Then he gave me orders like roll over, Sit up, and beg, and I had to do these things or be beaten. When I did them, he would praise me and pat my head. I instead began to like playing with his dog. After all, I was their bitch. After going through all the heel commands, sit and beg, we had our sex, and it was glorious.
As he stood to dress, I began playing dog again and licking at his hands. Breaking into a big smile, he promised me a treat next time for being a good bitch. I could hardly wait, and on Thursday, when I heard them on the porch, I was ready for them. I was naked, had my collar on, and was on my knees when he unlocked and opened the door. He was delighted when he saw me like that. Praising me as a good bitch, he let Bruno have his first fuck, and then he stripped and mounted me.
He was wild tonight, and as he pumped my ass, he told me he had a surprise for me. As I sat at his feet, he told me he’d decided to move in so he could take care of me properly like a good master. Getting up and moving into the main bedroom, he began to shove my things aside and went to the car, bringing his stuff in. As he reorganized my room to his liking, he opened this one giant package. Taking out two silver dishes, he handed them to me. One was labeled Bruno, the other Larry.
That was the day my life began as his dog.
The End.
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