First time sex story: The Bestiality Cop. Author: Lexi Lust. A rookie cop, a horny dog, and a domineering instructor. You do the math. The story is including of Fiction, Anal, Bestiality, Blackmail, Blowjob, Coercion, Cum Swallowing, Erotica, Extreme, First Time, Hardcore, Non-consensual sex, Oral Sex, Reluctance, Teen, Written by women, Young theme.
First time sex story: The Bestiality Cop – Chap 1
Author: Lexi Lust
Prologue
For as long as I can remember, I have had two passions. Law enforcement and animals. My dream of becoming a cop spawned from my mother. Though she died when I was but a child, my father often spoke of her bravery. She was the kind of cop everyone looked up to. The kind of cop that couldn’t be bought, no matter the price. The kind of cop all other cops aspired to become.
My love of animals was inborn. I love almost all animals equally, no matter their cuteness. Still, I must admit dogs stand among my favorites. There is just something about the way their tails wag when they see you that gets to me. Perhaps it’s because they are unable to hide their emotions. If they like you, they wag their tail. If they hate you, they growl and bare their teeth. As an added bonus, they are also incredibly loyal.
For the longest time, I debated what to do with my life. Should I become a cop like my mother or should I pursue a career in animal care? In the end, I decided to compromise. I would become a cop, yet instead of serving in the major crimes department, I would apply to the K-9 unit.
After nineteen long weeks spent at the police academy, I was finally ready join the force. Mere hours after graduation, I was making the arrangements for my acceptance into the K-9 unit training program. There was usually a five years of service requirement, but my mother’s reputation made it possible for me to be admitted into the program straight away.
Working in a vet’s office each summer for the past five years also worked to my advantage as I was allowed to join a training program that was mere weeks away from completion. I couldn’t believe how lucky I had been. Everything seemed to magically fall into place, almost as if someone was watching over me. There was no way of knowing for sure, but I somehow knew it was my mother.
The Bitch
I was afraid my classmates would resent me for being admitted so late into the program, so I chose to arrive early and hopefully show them I deserved to be there just as much as them. Unfortunately, my car broke down on the way there and I arrived a full thirty minutes late. Not exactly a great first impression.
“Sorry I’m late!” I called out as I burst into the gymnasium where most of our training was scheduled to take place. My outburst echoed throughout the gym, drawing all eyes to me. Even the dogs stared at me, their curious expressions giving them an almost comical allure.
Then came the silence. It was so overpowering I dared not move. I just stood there as the rest of the class, which was made up of a dozen men and one woman, stared at me. Most of them seemed surprised, but a few appeared to be amused. The instructor—a butch woman with a crew cut and far too many rolls of fat—seemed mildly annoyed by the disturbance, but otherwise uncaring of my lateness.
“You must be Officer White,” she eventually said.
I expulsed the breath I only now realized I had been holding in. Quickly inhaling another, I opened my mouth to speak, but the instructor cut me off before I could.
“Now that you’re done disrupting the class, why don’t you join us,” she proposed. As I approached, I discovered she was even more repulsive from up close. Her skin was oily and she had the worst case of adult acne I had ever seen. According to her name tag, she was Sergeant June James, but I would soon learn she was known as The Bitch. I was about to find out why.
I joined the rest of the group, relieved all eyes were no longer on me. I now stood next to the only other woman in the group. She gave me a comforting smile, as if to tell me things weren’t so bad once you got used to them.
Leaning in, she whispered into my ears.
“Next time you’re late, try sneaking in,” she offered. “The Bitch…” she paused, nodding to the instructor, “…doesn’t care if you’re late, as long as you don’t disturb the rest of the class.”
I got the feeling she wanted to keep talking, but The Bitch’s eyes were now on us. I was a little surprised to find them filled with what I could only describe as hatred.
“Were you talking, Officer Cunt?” she asked, though it sounded more like a growl than actual words.
For a second, I wondered if I heard right. Had she just called my new friend—at least I hoped we would one day become friends—Officer Cunt? And if so, was that really her name or was The Bitch simply attempting to humiliate her? The fearful expression I found the young woman beside me wearing told me it was the ladder.
“No mam!” she immediately answered. She was now standing as straight as a board, her hands held at her sides and her chin held high. Had I not known any better, I would have sworn we were in the army.
I watched The Bitch approach, her scowl intensifying with every step. By the time she came to a standstill, mere inches stood between her and Officer Cunt—I would soon learn her real name was Cindy. I stood a few feet away, but I could still smell her fetid breath from there. I felt bad for poor Cindy, but I knew better than to speak, so I remained silent and watched the events unfold.
“I don’t like being lied to,” spat The Bitch, spittle spraying all over Cindy’s face. I winced, wondering how she managed to keep a straight face. Then again, perhaps this had happened before. I just hoped nothing similar ever happened to me.
“Sorry mam,” answered my classmate. I could tell she was terrified, but I had no idea why. I had no doubt being called a liar in front of the entire class was humiliating, but that did not warrant the kind of fear I found plastered all over her face. There was clearly something more going on.
The Bitch glared at Cindy for the longest time before finally speaking.
“You know what to do,” she said, her voice now void of emotion.
Cindy didn’t speak. She simply walked away from the group until she stood in front of the entire class. All eyes were on her, including mine. I watched, unsure what she would to. To my utter surprise, she started removing her clothes.
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked unable to keep the words contained. All eyes were now on me.
There was a long silence before someone answered. It was Cindy.
“Sergeant James does allow disruptions,” she explained as she continued to unbutton her blouse. That didn’t really answer my question, but given the glare The Bitch was now giving me made me reconsider asking any more questions. I just stood there, staring in disbelief as Cindy stripped down to her underwear. At least she was wearing some, which was more than I could say for me.
I wondered what would happen next, but I quickly discovered that was the extent of the punishment. The class resumed and Cindy rejoined the group, still wearing nothing but her undergarments. The rest of the class didn’t even glance at her, which was surprising given her stunning appearance. I guess they had seen it many times before.
I wanted to ask Cindy the cause for The Bitch’s outlandish behavior. I wanted to know why she let herself get treated in such a degrading manner. I wanted answers to all the questions that swirled around in my mind, but I was afraid of getting in trouble.
Cindy didn’t seem so concerned. No doubt being forced to spend the rest of the day in her underwear was the extent of The Bitch’s punishments.
“Don’t worry,” she whispered into my ear. “She acts though, but we all know that deep down, she just hates herself.”
I nodded, knowing she was right. People like The Bitch took out their anger on others because they were too cowardly to admit their own flaws and attempt to rectify them. Still, I felt like there were far better ways for her to deal with her issues than by punishing her students.
The class continued without further incident and I eventually forgot about the altercation between Cindy and The Bitch. That is, until one of my other classmates made a funny remark that made the rest of the group laugh. I winced, expecting The Bitch to chastise him, or even force him to strip to his undies. To my utter surprise—and shock—she ignored the comment, acting like nothing had happened.
I couldn’t believe it. I would have expected this type of behavior from a man, but how could a woman humiliate a female student in such a debasing manner, only to ignore a far more intrusive outburst from a male student? It wasn’t right. Unfortunately, there was nothing I could do about it without putting myself in her line of fire.
But then another one of my classmates interrupted the class by farting. Of course, that made all the other boys laugh. This time, I was convinced she The Bitch would put her foot down.
She didn’t. Instead of punishing the boy, she laughed along with the rest of the students.
That was the last straw. Forgetting about my own wellbeing, I stepped forward. The laughter died down as soon as I approached The Bitch. I suddenly realized I had made a mistake, but it was too late to back down.
“What’s wrong with you?” I asked. “How can you punish one student for whispering, then ignore outbursts from her classmates?”
A heavy silence settled upon the gymnasium. No one spoke. No one even dared breathe. Even The Bitch had stopped laughing that wheezing laughter of hers.
She stared at me with the coldest look I had ever seen. I wanted to drop my gaze in submission, but I knew this was my one and only opportunity to show her I wasn’t intimidated by her. What she did was wrong and it was about time someone stood up to her. I just hoped she wouldn’t punish me like she had Cindy. I had no problem parading around in my underwear. Unfortunately, we had been suffering through a particularly intense heat wave of late and it had been almost a week since I had last worn underwear.
Darren says
Great story! I will save this one so that I can read it again and again. Keep up the great work and I hope to read more of your stories soon.