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.