Date: Thu, 17 Nov 2005 15:20:34 +0000
From: Story Teller <storymeister@gmail.com>
Subject: POLICE RAID

This is a shorter than usual little story I wrote some time ago, nothing
too dramatic but following an erotic daydream many of us have had in one
shape or another.  The usual copyright rules apply and all comments are
welcome.  I hope you enjoy this.


POLICE RAID


It was 10.30 at night, I had worked a 10 hour shift, it was pissing down
with rain outside and I just wanted to go to bed and sleep.   I had made
myself a quick supper, i.e. I had stuck something from the freezer in the
microwave, I had taken a long hot shower, poured myself my ritual
one-drink nightcap, so the last thing I wanted or expected was my
doorbell to ring.   I struggled to my feet, pulled my bathrobe tight
around me and went and opened the door to see two men I had never seen
before standing on my doorstep.

Before I could ask their business the one nearest flashed a badge in my
face and said "I am Detective Sergeant Tom Wilson, this is Detective Ray
Parkes, we have a warrant to search these premises for drugs".   I was
too dumbfounded to say anything as they pushed past me into my living
room.

Wilson slapped a piece of paper into my hand and said "This is a copy of
the warrant, you take the bedroom, Ray, I'll do the sitting room".
Eventually I looked at the warrant and shouted, "Hold on, hold on, this
is in the name of Robert Smith, my name is Paul Burton, I sub-let from
Bob Smith 3 months ago"   Sergeant Wilson stopped, asked me for
identification which I fetched and showed him.  He asked me about Bob,
but I didn't even know the guy.  All I knew was he had gone somewhere
abroad.  I had heard of the flat being available from a mutual friend and
had managed to get a 1 year sub-lease from him before he left.   I paid
rent every month into a bank account and had never actually met the guy.

The two cops went into a corner and did some mumbling then turned to me.
  Wilson said "Well, the warrant is legal, the primary lease is still in
Mr Smith's name and we intend to carry out the search.  If you have any
queries take them up with your lawyer in the morning".   I knew there was
nothing I could do to stop them, but when they split up to search
separate rooms I said "Hang on a minute, I can't watch both of you in
separate rooms, do one room then the other"

They looked at each other, nodded, then Parkes said "Let's start in the
bedroom.   I followed them in and watched as Parkes went through my
wardrobe patting pockets, opening boxes, feeling around under the stuff
on the shelf while Wilson pulled out drawers and searched around messing
the stuff up, but at least he wasn't turning them out onto the floor as I
had seen done in films.

When they were satisfied there was nothing there, they both went to the
large walk-in cupboard and started rooting through the boxes in there.  I
still wasn't concerned, all that was in there was a few boxes of summer
clothes, my rather poor collection of household tools and -- Oh FUCK -- my
porn collection!

As soon as I thought it I saw Parkes' hand go to the box and lift it
down.   "Well, well, looks like we have a pervert on our hands", he said
flicking through the magazines.  Eventually he came to one called "Hard
Cell" which had pictures of a guy being gang raped by cops.   "Not only
that, "he said, "We have a pervert who likes cops".  Wilson muttered
something to him and they both sniggered turning to look at my face which
by now was red and showing pure terror.

They finished in the bedroom and went through to the sitting room but
this time the search was less thorough.   Eventually it looked as if they
were finished, but Wilson said, "Nearly finished, all that's left is the
body search".  I just looked blankly at them until Parkes said "Strip".
I was only wearing my bathrobe so I loosened the belt and held it open.
"Off", said Wilson, so I dropped it from my shoulders and threw it on the
chair.

"Now, where do you think a faggot might hide drugs?" asked Wilson.
"Somewhere that no one can see but where he can easily get his hands on
them" replied Parkes.  "Right", said Wilson, "That's what I was thinking:
  Spread them"

I just looked at him, stunned, but he pushed my head forward and Parkes
grabbed my elbows while Wilson knelt behind me and grabbed my ass cheeks.
  He pulled them apart then wet one finger and slid it into my hole.  I
tried not to move, but I trembled slightly either from fear or
excitement.   "Mmm, I can't see properly" said Wilson, "I'll have to open
him wider", and he stuck two fingers into me.  He was sliding his fingers
in and out, turning them as he did so.   "This is a tight little ass we
have here" he said as he finally stuck three fingers into me.  By this
time I could hear myself moan and couldn't stop myself.   Parkes gripped
me more firmly and pulled me against him so that my head was pressing on
his crotch.  Fuck, the guy definitely had a hard-on.

I raised my head and he pressed his packet into my face, grinding
slightly.   I couldn't help myself I started to lick his trousers.
Wilson pulled his fingers out of my ass and said "Maybe I need to probe
with something longer".   I heard his zip open and when I glanced back he
was nursing a hard 7" dick.  I heard him spit on his hand then 2 seconds
later I felt his swelling dick slide between my cheeks.   When he got to
my hole he just pushed until his 7" were firmly embedded in my arse.  By
this time I was chewing Parkes' meat through his trousers, I couldn't
judge how long it was but it felt a thick fucker.   At last he slid the
zip down and pulled out the thickest 6" I had ever seen in my life.  It
was uncut and dripping precum which I lapped up and swallowed before I
got my tongue inside his foreskin and rimmed his dick.   Wilson was
power-driving into my ass and Parkes was jamming his meat to the back of
my throat, nearly dislocating my jaw in the process.  Wilson was getting
more and more exited and pretty soon he let me have his load right up my
ass.   Parkes pulled out of my mouth immediately and said, "My turn".
Before I knew what was happening I was spun round.   Wilson wiped his
dick on my bathrobe and stuck it into my mouth.  Being that inch or so
longer it hit the back of my throat. I struggled not to gag and on the
third push I got it right in.   I felt Parkes' dick press against me and
even though Wilson had opened me up I knew this time wouldn't be as
easy.  He pushed hard, I tried to relax and eventually he burst past my
ring and shoved himself home.   Fuck, it was sore but felt great at the
same time.  Wilson was ramming my open throat and Parkes was pumping my
ass, I couldn't take it any longer I grabbed my dick, pulled on it about
three times and fired a load over the floor and Wilson's shoes.   He saw
this and let me have another load of his cum, this time down my throat.
I managed to pull back on the third spurt so that I could taste what he
gave me.   Then I felt my arse spread further as Parkes moaned and let
himself go, shooting spunk into my burning ass hole.  We sort of
collapsed together sideways onto the sofa and panted until we each caught
our breath, then Wilson said "It looks like we found nothing, we better
be going".   They both stood up and fixed their clothes then Wilson
turned to me and said "Listen, we are on late shift again next Monday,
maybe we'll come by and search the place again"


I smiled and nodded.  Monday would suit me fine; it would give me a chance
to get rid of that bit of dope I had hidden in the kitchen cupboard.