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CHAPTER FOUR

"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?"

"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.

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.