The Police Woman

"Um, I know this may seem odd," Alexandra interjected, "but my clothes are really itchy. Can I take them off? I- I don't want to disturb anyone, but..." She trailed off nervously, scratching at her chest.

"Esure you cahn, mi chica," said Angel. "_¿No somos mojigatas, sí?_ Chust eshow us yoor _chichis_ hwenever joo like." I didn't know a lot of Spanish, but I got the gist of it. And I completely agreed. There was nothing wrong with the furiously blushing redhead taking off every scrap of clothing, as she had started to do. Unrestrained, her _chichis_, as Angel called them, were even bigger than mine. But I had a much better ass.

Alli sat back down, her giant breasts slapping against the table. Her whole body seemed red with embarrassment, but I had a sneaking suspicion she enjoyed the humiliation. Part of that may've been that I could see the fluid that was leaking from her pussy onto the chair. The other part was that her nipples were rock-hard.

"As long as we're, like, changing clothes and stuff, can I, like, put on my cool clothes?" I asked, and Angel nodded. I had no qualms about taking my clothes off in front of other people. In fact, I briefly considered asking everyone else in the room for money, for the show I was going to put on. But that might've taken things a little too far.

I grabbed my borrowed uniform shirt and pulled hard. The overstressed buttons popped off, flying all over the place. One of them bounced off of Rupi's plasticky head. Another struck Alli's right titty, causing it to quiver. When I looked closer, I could see that a bead of white liquid had formed at the point of her right nipple.

"Ohhhhh... moooooooo..." she groaned. "Sooooo... gooooooood..." She squeezed both of her titties, sending a stream of milk into Rupi's wide-open mouth. It was a great bit of nourishment for Rupi, who was the best precinct sex doll anyone could want. With a herky-jerky motion, she silently wiped some of the milk from her face, using her straight hand, the one she used for the female officers. Her circular blowjob hand usually saw a bit more use, since there were more male officers.

More milk spilled from Alli's titties, all over the table. Angel looked slightly annoyed. "I tought dat joo wass goin' to meelk yoorself before we came een here, chica," she said. "Deed I noht tell joo dat, joo vaca estupida?"

"Moooooo," Alli said in response. Her big brown eyes were vacant of thought. When I looked into them, all I could see was milk, and the promise of milk to come.

With a start, I realized that I had forgotten to finish undressing. Alli was just that sexy. I tossed my ruined shirt aside and began the task of extracting myself from my pants. This was a task that required some serious pushing and pulling. Man, I really should've remembered my normal clothes. By the time my borrowed pants hit the ground, they were coming apart in several places. Tina was going to have a lot of trouble wearing these again.

I unfolded my change of clothes and started putting them on. The chest was a bit tighter than I'd expected, but my top was partly spandex, so it fit well enough. Why had I even bought these clothes, when they obviously didn't fit me that well? I shook my head. They looked pretty nice, so that was probably why I'd picked them up.

John Doe shifted next to Rupi, catching my eye. I'd almost forgotten about him, and I wasn't entirely sure why. Now that I got a good look at him, though, I had no idea why I'd taken my eyes off of him in the first place. He was so handsome and dreamy. His arms rippled with muscles, and...

Ah-ha. The voice echoed through my head, and I froze. That's how that works. I'd totally forgotten how to do that. Where could it be coming from?

Confused, I looked back at John Doe. He smiled at me and nodded. It's good to actually be able to talk to you, Ellie. I mean, aside from saying, "Good," like some retard.

"You're actually talking to me," I said in disbelief. "Angelica, I mean, Angel! Alli! Rupi! Something weird is happening!"

The other three women were all busy with their own pleasures. Angel was sucking from Alli's leaky tits while she fingered herself, swapping nipples every so often to milk the redhead evenly. Rupi was under the table, her plasticky ass sticking out. I could see her licking Alli's bare pussy, tongue sticking out as usual. I'd seen Rupi doing that thousands of times - or had I?

Oh, dear, John Doe said. It looks like you're a bit confused, Ellie. Was that my actual name? Didn't I hate being called Ellie? Because it was demeaning, or something vaguely feministish? Perhaps if I fuck you, you'll feel a lot better.

"Yes! Yes, I would!" I exclaimed. It was the perfect solution. Gosh, John Doe was brilliant. He was the smartest smarty around!

I bent down onto the table and spread my legs, ignoring the fact that my skirt was ripping itself apart. That just made it easier for John Doe to get at me. With one last groan, I split it the rest of the way, leaving only a bit of material at the waist intact. My skirt was still on me, but it now covered up nothing important.

John Doe's hands gripped me from behind, and I felt skin pushing up against my cunt. His cock brushed against my clit, and I shuddered. Could I get an orgasm just from having my clit touched? His cock touched my rock-hard clit again, and I got my answer.

"Ooooooh fuuuuuuck!" I screamed as I orgasmed. John Doe took the opportunity to slip his cock in my dripping cunt and begin fucking me in earnest. I bucked and screamed with another orgasm the moment his cock entered me. Why wasn't sex always this good?

He slammed me forward against the table, and I felt something wet on my cheek. I opened my eyes again, and found that a lot of Alli's milk had ended up on the table, and that it was pooling near me. I lapped a bit up, and orgasmed again. Alli had such delicious milk, as if all her orgasms had gone into her breasts.

Another powerful thrust from John Doe reminded me that I was getting fucked, and I giggled. That was so Ellie, getting distracted by milk while a hot guy was plowing me from behind. His hands reached around to cup my breasts through my top. I felt his fingers touch my diamond-hard nipples, and I orgasmed once again.

Every time John Doe touched me, like magic, I orgasmed. Every time he thrust deeper, I orgasmed. Every time I lapped up another bit of Alli's milk, I orgasmed. By the time I heard John Doe grunt, and felt his cum shoot into my cunt, I must've orgasmed, like, I dunnoh how many times. And of course, when he stuffed me full of his cum, I orgasmed for what felt like forever.

When I came down from that orgasm-induced high, I found myself sprawled across the table. My cunt was still wet as hell, though some of the might've been John Doe's cum. A squirt of something wet hit me in the face, and I licked it up. Alli had given me a little milk, and I orgasmed once again. John Doe had taken Rupi out from under the table, and was holding her upside down. His cock was deep inside the sex doll's cunt. She seemed completely unfazed at being fucked upside down. For her, it was just a very sexy handstand.

"Oooh, chica," said Angel. "Joo are esoooo esexy! Can I leeck yoor panocha, yoor poosy?" I nodded, and Angel got on her knees. She wasn't quite able to reach me, so I sat up and scooted a little closer. At last, I felt her tongue flicker over my clit, and I moaned in pleasure, closing my eyes.

Skin brushed up against my face, and I opened my eyes. Alli was standing over me, a big, vacant smile on her dumb cow face. "Mooooooo," she said, then got up onto the table. She straddled me and aimed a nipple towards my mouth.

"Great idea, Alli!" I said, taking the offered nipple between my lips. At the same time, I reached down and started rubbing at Alli's cunt. She mooed again, and I went deeper, slipping two fingers into her sopping wet cunt. Her mooing became louder and louder, until she climaxed.

Her climax sent an extra helping of milk into my mouth, which I swallowed as fast as I could. The milk, combined with my preexisting state of horniness and Angel's licking, brought me to a sort of dazed multi-orgasmic paradise. I knew that I was shaking with orgasms, and that my two companions were shaking with me. But I felt sort of disconnected from all of that, drifting through a haze of pleasure.

At some point, it had to come to an end, and that was a big disappointment. I came out of it feeling utterly spent and pleasantly buzzed. That had to have been a world record for "best orgasm ever". All I could do was sit there and grin, as Angel and Alli fell to the side, panting in exhaustion.

Well, that was all lovely, John Doe told me in my mind, but it's time for us to get out of here. Make yourselves a little more presentable, girls. I nodded, and started wringing the milk out of my hair. There was nothing I could do about my ripped up skirt, or my milk-drenched top, but I could try and make my hair a little less wet.

Rupi didn't need much work to make herself presentable, though she looked awkward while doing it. Sex dolls always had a sort of herky-jerky motion to them, which I supposed had to do with actual dolls, like Barbies. But it could be inconvenient at times, and it was hard to make it look sexy.

Angel and Alli were licking each other clean, giggling and shuddering as they did so. Those two were so airheaded, that even I was smarter than them. I didn't know how intelligent Rupi was, because she couldn't talk, though I did remember something about her going to Harvard. Which was silly. Sex dolls didn't go to the Ivy Leagues.

We're going to need a nice diversion to get ourselves out of here, John Doe said, rebut toning his shirt. He closed his eyes and grimaced. I imagined that I could feel something pass through me, like a wave of energy. It felt nice, like I was being tickled in all the best places. A wave of giggles came out of my mouth, and I could hear Angel and Alli following suit. Rupi, being a sex doll, said nothing.

That's what I'm talking about. John Doe sounded very satisfied with himself. We just need to wait a little bit, and the coast will be clear. The women will be uninterested in stopping us, and the men will be... busy. He grinned, and I grinned back at him.

The five of us stood there for a little while, not doing much, which was hard. All four of us ladies wanted to have sex, because we were still so horny. Or, at least, I presumed Rupi wanted sex, since she still wasn't talking. But any time one of us let a hand stray towards anyone's pussy, John Doe shot us a hard glance, and we pulled back. I guess it just wasn't time for sexy business.

After some time, we started hearing the sounds of orgasms through the walls. John Doe nodded and gestured us forward. I was about to move when something occurred to me. "Uh, wait a minute," I said. "You, like, never told us your name."

John Doe looked startled, then thoughtful. I... I don't know my name, he told me finally. It's just not there. You've been calling me John Doe. Why don't you keep calling me that? It's as good a name as any.

I nodded, and John opened the door. The interrogation room had seen plenty of debauchery since we'd gone into it, and that seemed to have spilled out onto the floor of the precinct. Every woman in the place seemed to have gotten plumped-up and bimboey. Every man in the place seemed to be fucking the women. I saw Kristine Jensen getting all three holes stuffed by a balding detective and two junkies who had been in the holding cells. Served her right for being such a stuck-up bitch. And my boobies were way bigger than hers. So there.

Rupi slowed us down just a little, but that meant we could take in some of the sights around us. Two high school seniors, working as interns, were plowing into Delores, the captain's secretary, who must've been four times their age. Or perhaps the same age as them, which is what she looked like. Sometimes I had trouble remembering.

Right next to them, a white girl wearing an intern badge was taking it hard from a burly black patrolman. She grinned stupidly ahead, her enormous tits shaking as her new friend screwed the brains out of her silly head. A Hispanic guy from Personnel saw her empty mouth and unzipped his pants, a big grin on his face. None of them so much as glanced at the five of us.

Being around this many men is not pleasant, John Doe said, and I saw him shudder. And I can't affect them the way I can affect you, my dears. I smiled at what he was "saying". But I'm not surprised that lesser men are distracted by your lovely sisters. I pouted a bit. They're not as lovely as you, Ellie, he added, and my pout subsided.

We passed the conference room, where the Captain was on top of the table. Her titties hung down, nipples brushing against the table. A fat consultant had his cock up her ass while the other men in the room either jacked their cocks onto the table, or partook of a female consultant. Even though the door was closed, I could hear the Captain barking as the consultant thrust himself into her asshole.

At last, we reached the lobby, and found two separate little parties. In one corner, Tina Alvarez had shacked up with Lieutenant Swanson, and a young man who looked like he might be related to Lieutenant Swanson. That was when I remembered hearing that the kid's mom had needed to go on a business trip, so the kid had come in to work with his dad. Well, Junior Swanson, whatever his name was, sure was getting an education. Right now, he was becoming very familiar with Tina's mouth.

Behind the desk, an African-American bimbo who vaguely resembled Charlotte, the desk sergeant, was taking it hard from three other cops. I recognized my partner Rick on Charlotte's mouth. The other two were unfamiliar to me. Perhaps they were from another precinct. But they seemed just as happy as Rick to be screwing Charlotte.

John threw open the double doors at the front of the precinct, and stepped out into the evening. Free! he exclaimed, and I smiled, as did Angel and Alli. Rupi couldn't smile, but I bet she was happy, too. How could she not be happy for John, our Master?

A big, black SUV turned left on to the street in front of the precinct. John seemed to zero in on the SUV, narrowing his eyes. The SUV screeched to a halt, and the driver's side door opened.

"Come on, Cassandra, get out," said the driver, who was taking her own advice. She was an older-looking blond woman. Her clothes were really boring, but I knew John could improve her body, at least. "We gotta get into the backseat. Master says so."

John stepped out into the street, carefully looking both ways. Ellie, you take the driver's seat. Callista and Cassandra will ride in the back with me, he said. The previous driver, who I assumed was Callista, opened the rear door, and John hopped in. Angel and Alli, you can ride in the middle. Don't get milk everywhere. Rupi, you're up front in the passenger's seat, because you won't distract the driver as much.

"Mooom!" said the blond young woman in the passenger's seat. "What's going on here? This is so weird. What are you doing?" John frowned, and Cassandra stopped talking, unbuckled her seatbelt, stepped out, and got into the back with her mother. Angel and Alli got into the middle, giggling the whole way.

Rupi had a long way to go, and she was the slowest, so I took the time to settle in. Angel and Alli both seemed to be having trouble with their seatbelts, but I buckled mine instantly. Even if I wasn't some kind of Einstein, I was definitely smarter than either of them put together. At last, I took mercy on them, as they struggled to put the buckles into their holders. "Imagine Master's sticking his cock in your pussy," I told them, and shortly thereafter, I heard two clicks.

When Rupi got in and buckled herself in, I looked back in the mirror. Cassandra and Callista sat on either side of John, and both looked a lot hotter than they had before. "Where do you wanna go, Master?" I asked, as the blonds' titties got noticeably bigger.

He looked up, and smiled. You should know where, he said, and now that I thought about it, he was right. The answer was already in my mind. "Thanks, Master," I said, as I put the car into "D", for "Drive". The whole car rumbled a little, and Alli and Angel moaned. Then they started making out, and milk spilled from Alli's titties, like usual.

As I drove, I thought a bit, which might seem unusual for a bimbo. Maybe Rupi was thinking, too, but she still couldn't talk. She was, instead, sliding her straight hand into her pussy, as deep as her joints would let her get. But I couldn't help but think: why was I John's driver? Why was I even capable of thinking? Why wasn't I just another giggly slut? Why did I even think of him as John, and not as Master?

Because you were the first person I've ever known to show me even a little kindness, John said to me. I looked in the rearview mirror, and saw Callie and Cassie giggling as they ripped off the shreds of their old, boring clothes. It was almost impossible to tell the twins apart. I barely remember what happened before we met, but what I do remember is not kind. You were willing to trust me, just a little bit. And you're a beautiful woman, too. I blushed at his compliment.

Then something occurred to me. Obviously, John had the power to change women's minds and bodies. Our escape had more than demonstrated that. "Uh, Master? Did you change me?" I asked, turning onto a highway.

John threw his head back in silent laughter. No, Ellie, I didn't change a thing about you. You're perfect just the way you are. Why mess with such a good thing?