Chapter 10 - Recruitment

Ch10: Recruitment

Morgan sat on the split-rail fence, watching the cop car approach up the dirt drive. Her heart raced. The sleek charger with the yellow sheriff's star came to a stop a few yards away; the trailing dust cloud swirling past it. This was it, she thought.

After Morgan's wild night with her best friend, they had decided that they had to learn more about the women who had inspired them. Chantel had taken it upon herself to identify the women and make contact. She called it social engineering. Morgan just called it hacking. She smiled inwardly whenever she pictured Chantel peering intently at a computer monitor, dreads dangling around her face: hunting. It had not taken long.

By the next night, Chantel had identified the female Sheriff's Deputy; Nicole Bridgeport. 27 years old, she had informed Morgan. Nicole was unmarried. She had graduated from the University of Central Florida and had now been a deputy for five years. She was a member of the canine unit; Morgan had rolled her eyes at this obvious tidbit, and had been with her partner, Damacles, for four years. That was a lot of information, Morgan had commented, impressed. Chantel had waved it off. She could have dug much deeper, she assured Morgan.

Next came the part that made Morgan nervous. Chantel had messaged Nicole, posing as a reporter. She had told the deputy that she was doing a story on the canine unit, and asked her to come to Morgan's ranch for an interview and photo shoot. Nicole had accepted and now, here she was.

Morgan clutched the fence rail, almost frozen with fear. She took a breath and forced herself to hop down; hitching up her jeans self-consciously where they had ridden down her generous behind.

The driver's door of the cop car swung open and a bright red head popped energetically out. The deputy's dark glasses surveyed the area before settling on Morgan.

"Hello!" The deputy called to Morgan. "I’m not sure I'm in the right place. I'm looking for a reporter; Morgan Doe?"

"That's" Morgan squeaked. "That's me. Deputy Bridgeport?"

Nicole's professional continence broke into a bright smile. She slid lithely around the door and hurried toward Morgan. "It's nice to meet you, ma'am!" She shook Morgan's hand. "I have my partner, Damacles, with me. Should I go ahead and get him?"

"Um sure." Morgan agreed. She followed the deputy back to the car. Her breath seemed to catch in her throat as the sleek, wolf-like canine bounded out of the door. A vision of the dog's powerful haunches pressed against smooth, yielding flesh blazed in her mind.

"Damacles, sit!" Nicole commanded; pointing at the ground by her side. The dog obeyed with practiced precision. "So you wanted to do a story about Damacles?" Nicole returned her attention to Morgan. "About us? I was really excited when I got your message. Damacles is amazing! I love to talk about him."

"Well, kind of." Morgan stammered. "I mean . . . I'm very interested. Thank you for coming."

"My pleasure." Nicole beamed. "Isn't anyone else here though?" She looked around again.

"Um no. It's just us right now." Morgan answered. She found it difficult to take her eyes off the big dog. "Why don't we talk in the barn? In the shade. Is he ok with horses?"

"Oh, yeah." Nicole waved her hand dismissively. "He's been familiarized."

Morgan led Nicole and Damacles into the barn; out of the relentless Florida sun. The earthy smell of straw and horses filled the air. Dust motes swirled in shafts of light that penetrated even into this dim sanctuary. After removing her glasses and taking in the barn's weathered interior, Nicole again looked to Morgan expectantly.

Morgan met Nicole's hazel eyes for an instant. The subtle colors seemed to shift with the murky shadows and draw her secrets into their depths. She quickly looked away. "Umm I . . . I don't know how to start this. Umm. Did this area look familiar at all? When you drove up?"

Nicole furrowed her brows thoughtfully; glancing at the open barn door behind her. "No, I don't think so?" She answered after a second.

"Well." Morgan stumbled ahead. "You were here actually. A couple weeks ago. I mean, not here, here. By the bridge on the other side of the pasture." Morgan paused, but Nicole made no reaction. "You were with your dog and you didn't see me, but I saw you. You parked under the bridge and . . ."

Nicole's eyes widened as comprehension dawned on her face. They quickly narrowed to a glare. "I don't know what you’re talking about." She finally responded.

"It's ok!" Morgan continued quickly. "I'm not gonna tell anyone. I was just interested. I just . . ."

"I'm leaving." Nicole snapped. She whirled around and strode toward the door.

"No, wait!" Morgan called desperately. "Help me! Please!"

Nicole's step hesitated. She stood rigid, without turning around.

"Please." Morgan continued more quietly. "I want to try it too. Help me learn. Don't leave."

Nicole remind silent, but she did not leave. Her head was slightly cocked, so that Morgan could see her stern profile silhouetted against the bright doorway. She was listening. Morgan glanced at the large canine now standing nearby; mane slightly bristled, tensed, sinewy muscles reflecting the tension he sensed in the air. The situation was intimidating, but Morgan could not turn back now. "I . . . I want to know what it's like. To have a dog . . . To be with a dog . . . I want it. I've wanted it since I saw you. Will you teach me? You have Damacles so well trained."

"How do I know you're telling the truth?" Nicole finally replied. "How can I trust you?"

"I'll do anything." Morgan offered.

Nicole was silent; considering.

"I'll be the one doing it. And taking the risk. If you teach me." Morgan added. "You can . . . You can take a picture of me with Damacles. If you want. Then I can't trick you somehow."

Nicole turned back around; hands on her hips. She looked Morgan up and down. "Hmmmm."

"Please?" Morgan ventured a hopeful smile.

"You can't tell anyone about this." Nicole demanded.

Morgan nodded readily. "Ok."

Nicole patted her leg, calling Damacles over. She stroked the big dog's head, biting her lip thoughtfully. "You're sure?" She asked Morgan without looking at her.

"Yeah." Morgan responded without hesitation. "Can I pet him?" Morgan approached the pair without waiting for a response. Nicole gave her a sidelong glance, but nodded assent.  

Morgan's heart raced as she tentatively reached out her hand for Damacles to smell. He did so; brushing her fingertips with the end of his wolf-like muzzle. His intelligent, golden eyes turned up to meet hers and she was almost overcome by an urge to back away; to run. Yet she steadied herself with a breath and reached forward to run her fingers between his ears.

"This is your first time?" Nicole asked suddenly.

"Yeah. With a dog, I mean." Morgan laughed nervously.

"Ok, well . . . " Nicole considered for a second. "You can start by taking your pants off. Leave your shirt on though. At least this time. He can get scratchy."

"Ok." Morgan agreed readily. She unbuckled her belt with trembling fingers. After awkwardly kicking off her sneakers, she shimmied her tight jeans down over her thick hips and plump rear. She felt a bit self-conscious with Nicole and Damacles both watching her intently, but the scrutiny was somehow exciting. The spark that had lit between her legs as she approached the dark canine continued to kindle even more warmly.

"You know." Nicole began with some hesitation. "Damacles is used to me. It might take him a minute to adjust to you. Just cuz."

"I've got a little more junk in the trunk?" Morgan interrupted with a laugh. She gave her own booty a smack, making it jiggle.

The tension in the barn seemed to break and Nicole laughed as well. "Yeah." She admitted with a rueful smile. Morgan finished by peeling down the cheeky orange panties she had selected for the occasion. "Ok." She announced her readiness. "What next?"

Nicole pointed to Morgan's exposed crotch. "Damacles, search." She commanded. Damacles moved forward, thrusting his sensitive nose between Morgan's thighs and snuffling against her vagina.

Morgan gasped at the sensation. "Hello Damacles." She giggled nervously; running her fingers through the fur between the dog's ears again. After a moment, Damacles stepped back and sat once more. He looked to Nicole for direction; seeming to fidget slightly.

"I think he likes you." Nicole gave Morgan a smirk.

"He could probly smell how much I like him." Morgan laughed.

Nicole cocked her head. She gave Morgan one last appraising look. "Are you ready then?" She asked.

"Yeah." Morgan breathed. She bit her lip as a shiver ran through her, but she nodded her head vigorously.

Nicole smiled reassuringly. "You're gonna love it. Now, down on the floor. On your knees." To Damacles, as Morgan complied. "Damacles, stay!" The big dog obeyed his mistress, even as his amber eyes bored eagerly into the young woman settling on the floor in front of him. He licked his chops hungrily, almost comically, as Morgan turned to bring her round ass into his view.

Morgan looked over her shoulder at the pair behind her. She could see the Shepard's nostrils dilating as he smelled her female essence even under the pervading horse aromas. With a mischievous thought, she waved her pale, heart-shaped behind gently in the air. Damacles glanced rapidly between Morgan's ass and his mistress; scenting all the while. Morgan could hardly bear the waiting either, but Nicole just seemed to stare. Morgan dropped her elbows to the floor and buried her face in her arms. "Please, Nicole." She pleaded.

Nicole cleared her throat abruptly. "Uh, Damacles, lick." She ordered; pointing to Morgan. Damacles hesitated with uncertainty.

"No!" Morgan cried immediately. "I can't take it! My pussy feels like it's melting. Just give it to me now. Before I lose it." Her body trembled involuntarily.

Nicole seemed taken aback for a moment. Then she stepped right up next to Morgan; pointing to her rump. "Damacles, fuck!" She ordered with more authority.

No uncertainty clouded the dog's instincts now. He bounded forward in a blur of black and tan fur, leaping onto Morgan's hind quarters with the fluid grace of a predator.

Nicole was right, Damacles first thrust missed the mark; the protruding tip of his cock sliding up the enveloping valley of Morgan's slick labia. Morgan let out a startled squeal as the hot meat suddenly rubbed her drenched pussy. A furry weight settled on her back. Damacles was not disturbed by the noise and unexpected failure. He had his orders. Gripping Morgan's hips more tightly and hunching his back, he tried a few more slow and deliberate thrusts. Each time Morgan's juices slicked the head of the dog's cock, yet it was turned away. "Oh god." Morgan began to moan; every muscle in her body tense with anticipation.

Damacles kept adjusting, ears laid flat against his head, until finally he felt the tip of his cock sink deeper; enveloped in the female warmth he yearned for. Morgan caught her breath as she felt the police dog pull back one last time. He thrust his hips forward again, burying the tip in Morgan's soft tunnel. Her pussy lips encountered his furry sheath and held it back as the hard, thin cock slid deeper and deeper into her tight pussy. Damacles shuffled his hind paws forward, pressing his furry hips against Morgan's ass cheeks to bury his bone as deeply as possible in the young woman.

Morgan leaned forward, anticipating pain, but her well lubricated pussy accepted the dog's cock easily. As he started humping against her, she leaned back against her animal lover with a sigh of relief and pleasure. However, the bestial cock inside her instantly began to swell appallingly. As Damacles began humping away with authority, and her pussy stretched, she could not stand it. She gritted her teeth and pressed her forehead harder against her arms as her body rocked with the orgasm that had been charging up since the Sheriff's car pulled onto the ranch.

Morgan's body quacked and she moaned uncontrollably. The electric orgasm racked her. Yet Damacles just kept fucking. He was a machine, she marveled, as conscious thought returned to her. He kept thrusting relentlessly and her orgasm seemed to drag on and on at a lower intensity. She raised her head up to look at Nicole through the dark bangs bouncing down over her eyes. The Chestnut curtain jumped with each powerful thrust from the German Shepherd. In the intervals she could see the officer standing by her hip.

Nicole stood staring at Damacles; her face flushed. Her mouth hung open and she seemed to pant with the couple on the floor. Morgan realized she herself was emitting a low, whining groan and clamped her lips closed in an attempt to suppress it. Nicole finally seemed to catch the girl's eyes upon her and gave her a nod. "Good, isn't he?" She reached out and stroked the dog's mane as he worked away. "He'll drive you crazy with that cock." She added wistfully.

"Mmhhmm." Morgan grunted through compressed lips. It felt like the dog was all the way in her stomach. He filled her pussy so deliciously with each lunge as he pounded her. She could feel the shock waves rippling through her pliant booty and thighs over and over again.

"Squeeze his cock hard." Nicole ordered suddenly. "You don't want his knot. Not yet."

Morgan did not fully understand Nicole's advise, but she complied nonetheless. Bracing her abs through the constant battering, she clamped down with her pussy; squeezing the dog's thick cock tightly. Whether Damacles took this as a challenge, encouragement, or just pure pleasure, Morgan could not guess, but the Shepard fucked her even more aggressively. He rode her quivering ass cheeks hard, jamming his swollen cock into the grasping cunt as hard as he could.

Morgan simply gave herself over to the pleasure. She dropped her head back down and surrendered to the waves of ecstasy rolling through her. Very quickly though, she felt a swelling at the base of the dog's cock as it bottomed out inside her. Suddenly she remembered Chantel's words and understood Nicole's advise. Again she clamped down on the canine's ravaging cock and the bulge was forced out. She regretted that she could no longer feel the cock head banging satisfyingly against her cervix, but she kept her pussy squeezed tight.

Damacles growled deep in his throat. Morgan could feel the engorged knot now battering against her pussy lips. His steel-hard cock penetrated her again and again, but he could not force the knot. Before he could break down Morgan's resolve, her pussy proved to be too much as it ruthlessly milked his rod. With a low grunt he sank his meaty cock as deep as he could and released his seed. His semen exploded inside her with forceful gushes, filling her pussy with a fluid warmth.

"Is he cumming?" Nicole asked breathlessly.

Morgan did not answer. She could not answer. Nicole's words rang through her mind like a gunshot; triggering another orgasm her clenched muscles had built to a screaming pitch. Scream she did. Her cry echoed through the barn as her insides exploded. A blinding rush made her vision swim. She barely heard Raven whinnying in alarm before her world narrowed to the throbbing cock pulsing and jetting in her spasming pussy.

Morgan shuddered and bucked beneath the big dog as he slowly stopped thrusting. She could feel the cum seeping out around the shaft and running down her thighs as his cock twitched inside her. Damacles simply rested on her back for a moment; panting as he released his sperm. Morgan did not yet have the strength to look back, but she could hear Nicole whispering to her dog and imagined she was petting him.

Despite his mistress's attentions, Damacles quickly grew impatient. Heaving himself to the side, he slipped over Morgan's hip; dragging his cock from her sopping vagina. "No, no, not yet!" Morgan gasped; trying to reach behind her for the dog. It was to late. His warm, solid dick was gone, along with the fullness it had provided. All that was left was the dog's cum, and she sighed, feeling it drip out even faster.

After a moment, Morgan raised up to rest on just her knees. She saw Damacles lying a few yards away, licking the still protruding tip of his cock. He seemed to regard her with a disdainful eye before continuing. "Aww, I'm sorry Damacles. Aren't you happy?" Morgan pouted.

"Oh, don't mind him." Nicole offered, standing beside her. "And don't be sorry. He's spoiled. Besides, now he'll just fuck me even harder tonight." She laughed. "So thanks."

Morgan smiled dreamily and looked up at Nicole.  The athletic young officer seemed to be standing rather uncomfortably, especially when Morgan compared this picture with the poised, confident stance Nicole had exhibited earlier.  Morgan's heart went out to her in sympathy.  "You know . . . "  She started slowly.  "You could have some fun now, too."

"Huh?"  Nicole responded; looking down at Morgan quizzically.

"You're turned on right now, aren't you?"  Morgan asked.

"Fuckin slip n slide over here!"  Nicole laughed.

Morgan couldn't help but laugh as well.  "Well."  She began.

Nicole cut back in quickly.  "I mean, that was really hot, but . . ."  Her brows knit as she struggled to find words.  "I just mean, you're really nice and all, but . . . I'm just gonna wait for Damacles."  She frowned.  "Not that you're not pretty and all."

Morgan shook her head; laughing in mirthfull disbelief.  She struggled to her feet,; legs unsteady.  "Honey."  She looked Nicole in the eye.  "That's fine.  That's not even what I meant.  I was saying that since you let me play with Damacles, the least I can do is let you play with Raven."  She gestured toward the black stallion in his stall.

Nicole's gaze followed.  "The horse?"  She asked in bewilderment.

"Yeah, his name's Raven.  He might not be as experienced as Damacles, but his cock . . . It'll make your eyes pop."  Morgan giggled.

"You fuck the horse?"  Nicole asked incredulously.

"Well, no.  I don't think that'd be safe.  Not yet at least.  But you can stroke it and suck it if you want?  You know how people say, 'that guy's got a horse cock on him'?  Well . . ." She shrugged.

"Oh yeah?"  Was Nicole's only response, but she was clearly intrigued.  Her eyes continued to examine Raven from a distance.

"C'mon, you have to see it." Morgan exclaimed after a long pause.  She headed to Raven's stall, wobbling slightly.  Her legs still felt like jelly, forcing her to walk slowly for fear of falling .  Nevertheless, she proudly led the stallion out of his stall.  He snorted and tossed his head in agitation, but Morgan gently stroked his sleek, muscular neck to sooth him.  "It's ok."  She encouraged Nicole as well.  "Just reach under and rub it.  I mean, you don't have to if you don't want too though."

Nicole made an indecisive noise, then slowly approached the horse; gently touching his side.  After petting him for a moment, she slowly worked her hand down and beneath the stallion until she cupped his sheath in her palm.  Raven snorted gently and Nicole hesitated,; glancing at Morgan as if for confirmation.  Morgan just smiled back and nodded reassuringly.  She stroked Raven's muscular neck as she watched the young deputy toy with the horse's package.  

Raven responded to Nicole's attentions quickly.  The broad, flat head of his cock appeared and grew; drooping down beneath him.  Lust filled Morgan's eyes and she flashed back.  That huge, black cock was filling both her hands.  She could feel it twitching against her lips; the musky scent of it invading her nostrils.  She could taste the warm semen as it gushed into her mouth, and remembered it running down her chin and over her breasts.  She squirmed unconsciously and bit her lip; refocusing on the present.  Suddenly, her mind made a connection.  "Uh, you know, Nicole . . ."

Nicole had been almost transfixed by the massive cock growing in front of her.  "Huh?"  She looked back to Morgan.

"Well, you might want to take off your uniform.  It's just that . .  "  Morgan felt somehow self-conscious trying to explain her advice out loud.  "It can get pretty messy.  You know, at the end.  You don't want to get it all over your uniform."

"Oh."  Nicole frowned down at her uniform shirt.  "Yeah, good point."  She hurriedly untucked it, unfastened all the buttons, and tossed it onto the stall partition.  Her fingers reached down to her utility belt, but froze on the buckle.  She hesitated, casting a furtive glance toward Morgan, before muttering "That's fine."  She immediately squatted down on her haunches beside the stallion.

Despite the awkward moments, Morgan watched eagerly as Nicole reached again for the semi-hard cock dangling beneath her horse.  Her eyes wandered to the flaming red pony-tail swaying between the deputy's now bare shoulders.  They traveled down past the black sports bra, over the fair, toned skin of her back, all the way to where the crack of her ass and the swell of cheeks barely showed above the waist of her pants as she crouched.

She pulled her gaze back to the action as Raven snorted again.  Nicole was really going for it now.  She had both hands wrapped around the horse's meat; giving it some experimental strokes.  It rapidly hardened, and Morgan cooed in the Stallion's ear to keep him calm.  Lick it, Morgan pleaded inwardly.  To her delight, Nicole did just that.  She gave the flared head a darting flick of the tongue.  Then she tried a longer, slower lick; dragging her tongue up the last couple inches of shaft and letting it linger on the head.

Raven's member was standing out rigid now and Nicole moaned softly, deep in her throat.  One hand slipped from the horse's rod and dipped between her legs.  She kissed Raven, then stretched her lips over his cock head.  Morgan watched one hand begin to stroke the horse's shaft.  She noted the other pressing more firmly against the front of the uniform pants.

Morgan realized her own legs were squeezed tightly together.  She  let one of her own hands open them up.  She was still without any bottoms after her encounter with Damacles, but she groaned in sympathy for Nicole, who had returned both hands to Raven's member.  I just can't, she mumbled to herself; giving Raven a kiss on the cheek.

Morgan stepped forward and knelt down behind the Sheriff's Deputy.  "Let me help you."  She told Nicole as she reached around her waist.  Nicole made a quizzical sound, but did not release the horse's cock from her mouth.  Working by touch, Morgan's fingers found the deputy's belt buckle and unfastened it before unzipping her pants.  Reaching to her hips, she hooked her thumbs in the waist bands and pulled pants and panties together down over Nicole's ass and around her thighs.  Then, taking a quick breath and without waiting for permission, she reached back around Nicole's trim waist, between her thighs, and ran her fingertips down her pink slit.

Nicole gave a surprised grunt and dropped Raven's cock from her mouth.  Morgan quickly plunged two fingers into Nicole's pussy, which nearly steamed with heated juices.  Nicole's thighs clinched and she gasped with pleasure before she could say anything.  Then, as she recovered, "wh-what are you doing?"

"I'm helping you out."  Morgan explained as matter of factly as she could.  She continued to work her fingers in and out of Nicole's slippery pussy.  "You keep working on Raven and I'll take care of this."

Nicole said nothing for a moment, simply breathing rapidly.  Finally she gave a desperate moan and stuffed Raven's cock back in her mouth like a chipmunk with an acorn.

Morgan could feel her own heart racing as she watched Nicole aggressively manipulating Raven's stiffened rod over the redhead's shoulder.  She slowly withdrew her fingers from Nicole's burning pussy and gently carressed her labia before massaging her clit.  Her free hand found its way between her own supple thighs and dipped into the hidden valley.  She found it soping wet.  The last of Damacles' doggie sperm was still oozing out and down the crack of her ass.  The realization drove her crazy.  She pushed her fingers into her pussy as far as they would go and finger fucked herself hard.  At the same time, she twirled the fingers of her other hand furiously about Nicole's clit.  The deputy moaned louder and louder around Raven's swollen member; sucking it in and out until, in the blink of an eye, she began shaking violently.  Morgan pulled Nicole’s back tight against her body for fear she would fall, all the while teasing her clit relentlessly.  Yet with all the stimulation, Morgan could not hold it together either.  She felt the world tremble and her core clinched with shocking bliss.  Her slick pussy clasped her questing fingers as they trembled insider her; almost beyond her control.

A gurgled squeal unlocked her from her inner reverie.  She saw Nicole draw her head back, but the giant horse cock in her mouth followed it, trying to jam itself deeper.  It bucked and twitched and Morgan realized Raven was cumming.  It must have taken Nicole by surprise during her own orgasm.  She finally managed to turn her head to the side, and the Stallion's cock popped from her mouth; spewing cum behind it.  Nicole gagged and sputtered; horse semen pouring down her chin.

The mamomth cock continued to pulse and jump, sending jets of cum onto Nicole's arm and the ground.  Morgan sank her fingers back into Nicole's pussy and used the leverage to lean over her shoulder.  Pulling her other fingers from her own dog-drenched box, she grabbed the Stallion's cock and pointed it back at Nicole's face; sending a few more spurts of cum splashing against the young deputy's lips and into her still gasping mouth.  Finally, as the horse began to slow, she directed his cock into her own eager mouth.  She sucked vigorously; milking the last drops of cum from the hefty rod and letting the salty fluid flow over her tongue and down her throat.

When she reluctantly released him, the horse's cock sprang away and rapidly receded: spent.  Raven tossed his head and whinnied.  The two women were leaning against each other and had to disengage slowly to regain their balance.  Morgan stood first to clear a space for Nicole to rise beside the horse.  She ran her fingers lovingly through Raven's black mane.

"How much fun was that?"  Morgan asked shyly from under her dark bangs; a coquettish smile playing on her lips.

"That was crazy."  Nicole responded emphatically.  She looked down at the horse cum streaked down her torso and arms; shaking her head with a bemused laugh.  She  hiked her pants back up, checking her holster and gear as she loosley buckled the belt.  "Do you have anything I can clean up with?"  She asked Morgan.

"Sure, I'll grab us a couple saddle blankets."  Morgan offered.  She backed Raven into his stall, then moved to fetch the blankets.  She continued as she tossed one to Nicole, no longer meeting her eye.  "So, look . . . There's something else I need to tell you though . . ."