Midnight at the Police Station

I was driving home from a friend’s place, around 2 a.m., with rain hammering down and the cold turning the night into a thick, misty blur. My windshield wipers barely kept up as I navigated the slick streets. That’s when I saw it—a huge black dog, wandering aimlessly into the middle of the road. No way was I going to let the poor thing freeze or get hit, so I pulled over and stepped out into the downpour.

For a second, I couldn’t spot the dog, and a flicker of unease crept in. It was late, I was alone, and, well, I wasn’t exactly the adventurous type. Middle-aged, with a soft belly and nerdy glasses, I was far more at home in front of a computer than wrangling a stray dog on a dark, rainy night. My friends would’ve had a good laugh watching me try to play the hero.

Finally, I found him. He’d wandered around to the other side of my car. In the dim light, I couldn’t make out if he had a collar, so I opened my car door to use the interior lights.

The moment the door opened, the dog’s tail went wild. It was like I had opened the gates to paradise. I looked at him, bemused, and said, “Car?”

Without missing a beat, the dog leaped into the passenger seat, plopped down, and gave me a look like, What took you so long?

“Well, alright then,” I muttered, settling into the driver’s seat. In our town, if you find a stray, you bring it to the cops. They’ll check for a chip or ID and hold the animal for a day while they try to contact the owner. If no one claims it, it’s off to the no-kill shelter.

The drive to the station wasn’t exactly smooth. About halfway there, the dog started getting restless, realizing I wasn’t taking him home. He shifted nervously, glancing out the windows, and I found myself awkwardly trying to calm him with “It’s okay, buddy, almost there.”

When we finally arrived at the police station, the real challenge began. Getting him out of the car was harder than expected, and once he did get out, he bolted straight for the front door like he owned the place. I followed him inside, but the station was eerily empty. Not a soul at the front desk, even though it’s supposed to be manned around the clock.

I didn’t want to just leave the dog there. What if the security cameras caught me? I didn’t need anyone mistaking me for someone dumping a dog. Meanwhile, the dog, full of energy, had started knocking things over—darting around the entrance, hopping on the counter. My nerves were building fast, and avoiding attention? Forget it. The dog was making sure I got plenty of it.

I adjusted my glasses, took a deep breath, and called out, “Hello? Anyone here? Hello?” My voice, pitched higher than usual from nerves, echoed in the empty space.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps echoed from the back. Two cops rushed in, looking flustered, their hands hovering near their belts, as if they were ready for trouble. It looked like they’d been caught off guard by something more than just me. Were they pulling their pants up?

The dog, oblivious to the tension, bounded over to them, tail wagging like crazy, panting like an overgrown puppy. Seeing the dog, the cops relaxed. One, a barrel-chested older guy, broke into a grin.

“Uh, hi,” I began, feeling awkward under their stares. “I, uh, found this dog by the church. He jumped into my car, and I wasn’t sure what to do, so I brought him here…”

The older cop, taking notes, barely suppressed a chuckle. “Do you make a habit of picking up strange dogs in the middle of the night?”

“What?” I blinked, thrown off by the question.

“It’s kinda late,” he said, smirking.

I scratched the back of my neck. “Yeah, well… I don’t go looking for strays, if that’s what you mean.”

The other officer, younger but already sporting a bit of a gut, chimed in with a grin. “Don’t worry, we’ve got it from here. Thanks for bringing him in.” He took the dog’s leash, and the dog trotted alongside him like they’d been best friends forever.

I stood there for a moment, watching them disappear down the hallway. A strange mix of relief and lingering anxiety weighed down my shoulders. It wasn’t how I expected my night to go, but at least the dog was in good hands. The older cop paused before leaving and glanced back at me, still looking a bit uncertain.

“You sure you don’t know what’s been going on here tonight?” he asked, his voice oddly nervous.

I shook my head, unsure what he meant, and watched him walk away. As I stepped back into the cold rain, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had missed something.

As I stepped back outside into the cold, rain still drizzling down, something about the strange exchange inside the station lingered in my mind. I couldn’t help but notice the way the older cop had looked at me—more than just a polite thank-you. There was a hint of curiosity, almost uncertainty, in his eyes. It stirred something in me, something unexpected.

I glanced back at the station entrance. The empty street was dark, and the quietness of the night seemed to invite something more to happen. My car was waiting, but I hesitated, the nervous energy from the station still coursing through me. Before I could stop myself, I turned back and walked toward the door, half-expecting it to be locked now.

It wasn’t.

The moment I stepped inside, the warmth hit me again, along with a strange sense of anticipation. The desk was still empty, the same eerie stillness hanging in the air. I heard a murmur of voices from somewhere deeper in the station and followed it instinctively, my heartbeat quickening as I moved down the hall.

I rounded a corner and stopped. There, leaning casually against the doorframe of one of the back rooms, was the younger cop. His grin, which had seemed friendly enough before, now looked more like a smirk. He was no longer holding the leash. The dog was nowhere in sight.

“Back so soon?” he asked, his voice low, with a hint of something that sent a shiver through me.

“I, uh…” I faltered, feeling my throat tighten, but I couldn’t make myself leave. “I just wanted to make sure everything was okay with the dog.”

He chuckled softly, pushing himself off the doorframe. “The dog’s fine.” His eyes flicked over me in a way that made my pulse race. “But you… you look like you might need a little more attention.”

I swallowed, unsure how to respond. I wasn’t used to this—being the center of anyone’s attention, let alone a man who was now stepping closer, invading my personal space in a way that was undeniably deliberate. I felt an unfamiliar heat rise to my face.

“Look, I don’t know if—”

He raised a hand, brushing his fingers lightly against my chest, just above where my coat was soaked from the rain. The sensation sent an electric thrill through me. “Relax,” he said, his voice velvet-smooth. “You’ve done your good deed for the night. Why not stay a little longer?”

My mind was racing, but my body was responding in ways I didn’t expect. His touch was confident, practiced even, as his fingers moved down, brushing against the damp fabric of my shirt beneath my coat. I felt myself shudder under his gaze, my nerdy, awkward self now exposed in a way that made me feel vulnerable and oddly excited all at once.

Before I could say anything more, he leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. “I can see you’re not used to this,” he whispered. 

 

“Come with me,” he murmured, pulling back slightly, his eyes locking onto mine with an unmistakable invitation.

I didn’t resist as he took my hand, leading me deeper into the station, the air thick with a tension I’d never experienced before. The fluorescent lights above buzzed softly, and the scent of rain clung to us as we moved down the hallway, my heart pounding in my chest.

We entered the interrogation room, dimly lit and intimate, the door closing behind us with a quiet click. The room felt far removed from the rest of the station—quiet, private. The younger cop stood before me, his grin softening into something more intense as he began to unbutton his uniform shirt. 

“Don’t be shy,” he said, his voice barely more than a breath. 

I stood there, feeling the heat of the room rise between us, my body betraying any lingering hesitation. The night had taken a turn I never saw coming, but I wasn’t about to stop it now.

As the cop shrugged off his uniform shirt, his hairy chest was now exposed, the door behind me creaked open again. My heart skipped a beat as the older cop—the barrel-chested one with the silvering hair—stepped into the room, his expression unreadable but his eyes intense. 

"Thought I might check in," he said, his voice a deep rumble that sent a shiver through me. He closed the door softly behind him, his gaze sweeping over me, then to his partner. His presence added a new, heavier tension to the air, one that made me feel even more out of place, yet strangely, even more intrigued.

"Looks like he’s a bit nervous, huh?" the older cop remarked, walking over slowly, his eyes never leaving me. There was a confidence in the way he moved, a calm authority that was both reassuring and intimidating. I wasn’t sure if he meant me or if he was teasing his younger colleague. Either way, the heat rising in my chest felt overwhelming.

The younger officer chuckled softly, glancing at his partner. "Yeah, but he’ll loosen up. Won’t you?" He looked at me with that same knowing grin, stepping closer, his hand now reaching up to lightly touch my arm. “Why don’y you strip for us?” 

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my breathing steady. Everything about the situation—the closed door, the intimacy of the room—was pulling me in directions I’d never expected. 

The older cop stopped just in front of me, his towering presence impossible to ignore. He placed a firm but gentle hand on my shoulder, his rough skin making contact with the damp fabric of my coat.  He leaned in just enough for me to catch the faint scent of his aftershave—a musky, masculine scent that only deepened the intensity of the moment. 

"You're doing just fine," he murmured, his voice low and soothing, though his eyes held a darker glint. "But you’re soaking wet… and we’re all adults here”

 

With surprising gentleness, the older cop began to help me out of my coat, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he was savoring the moment. His partner watched, still smirking, his eyes gleaming with excitement. I felt my shirt cling to my chest, still damp from the rain, but the growing heat between us made the chill of the night outside feel worlds away.

The younger officer moved in close, his hand grazing my cheek before resting on my jaw, his touch tender yet firm. His voice was a soft murmur that seemed to reverberate in the air between us. "Let's see your belly," he whispered, his eyes never leaving mine.

His gaze locked with mine, I felt the anticipation in the room build as I fumbled with the buttons of my shirt. My fingers shook slightly as I slowly undid each one, revealing the damp fabric that clung to my skin. As I shrugged the shirt off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor, I felt vulnerable and exposed under the dim light of the interrogation room, with both their eyes on me.

The younger cop let out a low whistle of appreciation, his eyes roaming over every inch of my body. "Soft in all the right places," he murmured as he stepped closer, his hand trailing along my stomach, causing shivers of excitement to run through me despite the heat in the room. His touch was electric and I could feel myself responding to it. 

Behind me, the older officer moved in closer, his broad chest pressing against my back as he wrapped his arms around me and gently pulled my hips towards him. "Let's get those pants off too," he rumbled, his breath hot against my ear, making me shiver with pleasure.

With shaking hands, I unbuttoned my pants and pushed them down over my hips and thighs until they puddled at my feet. All the while their eyes were fixed on me, watching every move I made as I revealed myself to them completely. 

My erection sprang free from its confines, hard and ready for what was to come. A pearl of precum glistened at the tip as I stood before them in nothing but dark blue boxer briefs, feeling vulnerable and exposed yet extremely aroused.

The younger cop's eyes locked onto my bulge, drinking in every detail. "Mmmm, looks like someone's excited." He purred as he reached out to run a finger along the waistband of my briefs. "Why don't you take those off too and show us what you're packing?"

My cheeks flushed hot with a mix of nerves and arousal as I hooked my thumbs into the elastic of my briefs and slowly pushed them down past my hips and over my throbbing erection. The cool air of the room hit me immediately after they fell to the floor at my ankles. 

All eyes were on me now - both officers stared at me intently as I took one step towards them without being instructed. My erect cock bobbed slightly from side to side as I stood before them naked and exposed to their watchful eyes. 

As soon as I was completely bared before them, their hands reached out for me simultaneously; warm, sure fingers tracing down my chest until they reached my waist where they paused for only a moment before continuing their descent towards my cock. 

The older officer's breath tickled the back of my neck as he whispered instructions while gently stroking me; meanwhile, the younger officer's fingers traced delicate patterns on my abdomen as he drank in every sight and sound from this unexpected scene unfolding before him. 

I nodded in response to their guidance; it was clear they wanted me to pleasure Dave first so I knelt down obediently on the cold floor beneath them without any further direction needed from either officer involved - taking charge without needing words only made everything hotter for me! 

My trembling fingers undid Dave's belt fastener and zipper with haste before pulling down his pants along with his boxers; revealing his straining erection hidden beneath thick dark hair that contrasted starkly against his pale skin! It stood there proudly pointing upwards begging for attention which i was eager to give! 

I lunged forward eagerly taking Dave's thick shaft into mouth eagerly lapping up every inch while sucking him harshly like an expert pleasuring him thoroughly savouring each sensation engulfing him deep throat first then slowing down allowing him build up anticipation for what comes next!  

Dave responded by thrusting into mouth deeper than i expected yet not rough making it pleasant experience; i can feel every vein running along shaft pulsating rhythmically much like heartbeat under me tongue flickering gently back n forth tasting salty sweetness oozing out accumulating precum drippings on tip shaft! And Then i feel Familiar Heat building up inside i can tell its about time So i grip bottom end & swirl tip teasing till suddenly release rush hits tongue sending shock wave bouncing into brain then through nerves rushing orgasmic wave crashing over mind Until ever squeeze relaxes & drains excess leaving breathing heavily panting! and feeling a sense of twisted satisfaction as he pulled away, panting and spent.

The older officer acted without hesitation, closing the gap between us as his pants strained with his growing desire. He wrapped strong arms around my waist and lifted me effortlessly onto a cold metal table. With a loud thud, my wet pussy met the unforgiving surface, sending echoes through the small room. His eyes were filled with an intense need, and he wasted no time in undressing himself while keeping a firm hold on me.

Once naked, his larger frame lowered down on top of mine, pressing me into the surface as he claimed my lips in a rough, wet kiss. Without warning, he pulled my head towards his rock-hard cock and I eagerly parted my lips, eager to taste him.

I licked up and down his shaft eagerly, enjoying the flavor of his precum as I circled my tongue around the tip before taking him deep into my mouth. My hands gripped his buttocks tightly as I sucked him slowly at first, then faster and harder; bobbing my head back and forth on his cock. With each thrust of his hips, he pushed deeper into my mouth, fucking my face with increasing intensity.

But then he turned his attention to my ass and without hesitation or prep work, he pushed himself inside me. I felt a sharp pain as he entered me, but it quickly gave way to a deep ache that sparked a fire within me. With each forceful thrust, I cried out in both pleasure and pain as he filled me up with his thick rod that left me trembling and begging for more.

The older officer leaned in close once again, his warm breath tickling my ear as he whispered, "You did good." His voice was calm and satisfied, soothing even.

Meanwhile, the younger cop stood behind him with a proud grin on his face as he watched the older officer take me so forcefully. "See? We told you we'd take care of you," he said confidently.

Their bodies moved in perfect unison as they continued to ravage my body; their grunts and moans filling the room as they showed no mercy. I reached down beneath myself and began to stroke my clit in rhythm with their movements, the sensations building up to an intense climax that left me screaming out in ecstasy above them.

I stood there for a moment, catching my breath, feeling a strange sense of release—both physical and emotional. There was no judgment in their eyes, only a shared understanding of what had just transpired.

The older cop finally stepped back as well, adjusting his uniform with a casualness that belied the intensity of what had just happened. “You’re all set,” he said, his tone now businesslike but not unkind.

I nodded, still too caught up in the moment to form coherent words. As I pulled my clothes back into place, there was an odd sense of normalcy returning, as though this encounter had been both extraordinary and yet something quietly understood between us.

The dog, now calm and resting in the corner, lifted his head lazily, as if none of it had surprised him.

“Well,” I said, breaking the silence, my voice a bit hoarse, “thanks for, uh, everything.”

The older cop chuckled, giving me a firm pat on the back. “Anytime. Stay safe out there.”

With that, I left the station, stepping out into the cold night, the rain now a light drizzle. The encounter lingered in my mind, a strange, thrilling memory etched into the quiet darkness.

As I got back into my car and drove away, I couldn’t help but smile. Life had a funny way of surprising you when you least expected it.

I stood there for a moment, catching my breath, feeling a strange sense of release—both physical and emotional. There was no judgment in their eyes, only a shared understanding of what had just transpired.

The older cop finally stepped back as well, adjusting his uniform with a casualness that belied the intensity of what had just happened. “You’re all set,” he said, his tone now businesslike but not unkind.

I nodded, still too caught up in the moment to form coherent words. As I pulled my clothes back into place, there was an odd sense of normalcy returning, as though this encounter had been both extraordinary and yet something quietly understood between us.

The dog, now calm and resting in the corner, lifted his head lazily, as if none of it had surprised him.

“Well,” I said, breaking the silence, my voice a bit hoarse, “thanks for, uh, everything.”

The older cop chuckled, giving me a firm pat on the back. “Anytime. Stay safe out there.”

With that, I left the station, stepping out into the cold night, the rain now a light drizzle. The encounter lingered in my mind, a strange, thrilling memory etched into the quiet darkness.

As I got back into my car and drove away, I couldn’t help but smile. Life had a funny way of surprising you when you least expected it.