Immoral Views

by Kay Jaybee

  Kissing me fiercely, Hank then led me to the chaise longue where Carmen was. I sat down next to her and he encouraged us to play, wanting to watch his two pets kiss and nibble, bite and scratch, lick and caress. He stripped and sat back on his haunches, tugging tightly on his heavy cock as he watched the display of female fun in front of him. We kissed, our lips rolling deliciously together, our hips grinding, our perfect little paws worshipping each other with the same newness they had on that very first night together. A perfect end to a perfect journey.

  So now here I stand before you.

  Rexxie Belle.

  The Art Project.

  Nearly complete.

  Caught in the Act

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  by Lucy Felthouse

  When the door banged open and a group of his colleagues piled into the room, Police Constable David Beckett jumped, almost spilling his coffee onto his computer keyboard. He’d been enjoying a nice, peaceful game of solitaire before beginning his shift and now they’d screwed his concentration, not to mention his high score. He closed down the game resignedly and wryly observed his workmates as they got whatever was riling them out of their system.

  They were jostling and nudging one another, and there was some serious eyebrow wiggling going on. PC Beckett, Dave to his friends, could only guess that one of the guys had a new girlfriend and was being teased about it. Heaven knows he’d been on the receiving end of such ribbing more than once, which is why he now kept his — currently non-existent — love life as private as he possibly could. Of course, that didn’t put a complete end to the teasing, as he now had to put up with the occasional joke about his sexuality.

  Whatever it was they were talking about, it had gotten the guys seriously excited. As they drew closer to his end of the open plan office, Dave began to pick up snippets of the conversation. It didn’t help him to work out what was going on. In fact, it was like they were speaking a different language. He frowned, wondering if there’d been a TV show on last night that he’d missed and they’d all watched. He wasn’t much of a TV buff and was always the last to catch on to shows everyone else was glued to. But of course they’d all been on a night shift last night, so it couldn’t be that. Dave waited. He knew he’d find out soon enough.

  As some of the boys began to move towards Dave’s end of the office, it was like they’d only just realised he was there. Instead of shouting the customary greetings across the room and settling down at their own workstations, several of the PCs congregated at Dave’s desk. They were still wearing stupid grins and Dave was, by now, getting fed up of being the last one in on the joke.

  “So,” Dave said, eager now to find out what all the excitement was about, “what’s going on?”

  “Dave! Man!” said Tim. “You wouldn’t believe what you missed last night on shift!”

  Sharing stories wasn’t uncommon within the office, particularly if they were funny ones. But in their line of work, there wasn’t much that was classed as unbelievable any more, so Dave knew it was going to be something of note. He raised his eyebrows inquiringly.

  Tim continued, obviously desperate to impart the news. “We got a call sayin’ that there was some drug deal goin’ on in a car park. It sounded pretty big, so we raided ’em. Only, when we got there, it wasn’t quite what we expected.”

  Tim glanced at the other two guys with him, Jamie and Chris, and the three of them burst into hearty guffaws. Dave looked around the room, and a couple of other officers who must have also been there were peering over at them out of the corners of their eyes, with smirks on their faces.

  “Well!” he said, getting annoyed now. “What is it? What happened?”

  “Fucking hell,” said Jamie. “Keep your hair on. You’ll think it’s funny, too, honest. We’re just sorry you missed it. Go on, Tim, get on with it.”

  Pulling himself together, Tim looked back at Dave, his eyes still crinkled with mirth. “Sorry, buddy. Anyway, as I was sayin’, we gets to this car park at the back of the green, you know the one” – Dave nodded his acquiescence – “and drive in. We’re going in pretty stealthy as we don’t want anyone disappearing off into the bushes. So when we pull up, they’re still gettin’ on with what they were doin’.”

  He paused for breath, and Dave waited, knowing this couldn’t possibly be the end of the story.

  “Naturally, we was a bit confused as to why they hadn’t spotted us yet. Normally they’re a bit more alert, aren’t they?” The question rhetorical, Tim continued. “So we got out of the cars and got closer, thinkin’ surely someone has heard or seen us by now. Personally, I’m wonderin’ if they’re all so out of their heads that they have no idea what’s goin’ on. Anyway, by the time we got on top of ‘em, we saw what the problem was.”

  Dave raised his eyebrows, waiting for the punch line. It didn’t take long.

  “They weren’t drug dealers!” he said, clapping Dave heavily on the shoulder, almost making him head butt his computer screen. “They were doggers!”

  Dave frowned. He’d heard the phrase before, but he couldn’t quite remember what it meant. Within the context of Tim’s story, though, he could work out the gist. And just in case he hadn’t, Tim filled him in anyway.

  “Y’know…..fuckin’ in cars and stuff, and other people watch and join in. Seriously kinky shit!”

  He laughed again, then his face took on a faraway expression. Dave guessed his colleague was having some vivid flashbacks. He coughed, conscious of the fact that Tim’s crotch was pretty much at his eye level. Even with the corner of a desk between them, his buddy with a hard-on was not something he wanted to see. Ever.

  “So,” said Dave, secretly disappointed he’d missed such an interesting evening at work. “What did you do?”

  Tim glanced around the room, making sure no senior officers or goody-two-shoes types were around. Satisfied that the coast was clear, he leaned toward Dave and said, “Nothin’. Obviously we coulda done them for indecent exposure or somethin’, but it didn’t seem worth the hassle. They were all adults, so we just put a flea in their ears and told ‘em to clear out. Not before we copped a good eyeful though, eh?”

  He nudged Jamie, who nodded vigorously. Then Chris piped up. “I tell you what, I’ve never seen anything like it. It was like a free for all – I’ve never seen so much pussy outside of a porno!”

  “Never seen any pussy outside of a porno, more like!” Tim butted in. “Looked to me like you were checkin’ out all the swingin’ dicks!”

  Banter flew between the three guys at Dave’s desk, and he shook his head, bemused. He’d missed something, all right. But before he could think too much about it, a silence fell over the room. In perfect synchrony, Tim, Jamie and Chris swivelled towards the door, then hastily shuffled to their desks.

  Dave knew without looking that the Queen Bitch, aka Sergeant Samantha Silver, had entered the room. Sergeant Silver was a woman in a man’s world, and she knew it. She made up for it in spades and was notorious for never giving an inch, hence the nickname. She looked around the room coolly, her eyes alighting on Tim who – though staring steadfastly at his computer screen – still wore an amused expression.

  “Bates!” she barked, causing Tim to wince. Without giving him chance to answer, she continued. “Whatever you and your buddies find so funny, forget about it. This is a police station. Not a playground. So wipe that stupid grin off your face and get on with your work!”

  Tim murmured an apology. Then, peering attentively at the computer screen, he began tapping at the keyboard and swishing the mouse furiously, as though the faster he tapped and swished, the more work he was getting done. Of course, from the other side of the room, Sergeant Silver had no idea that Tim hadn’t even switched his machine on yet. Mercifully, she didn’t come any closer, so his secret was never discovered.

  As soon as she left the room, Tim bent to switch the computer on and act
ually started doing some work. The spectacle over, Dave got his head down and the rest of the shift passed without incident.

  ♦♦♦♦

  Closing and locking the door behind him, Dave threw his keys onto the kitchen table, then flicked on the kettle. Spooning coffee into a mug, he turned and leaned on the work top as he waited for the kettle to boil. His gaze landed on his laptop, and he decided to check his emails and mess around a little online before having a shower and fixing something for dinner.

  Booting up the machine, he left it to do its thing as he finished making his drink. Then, putting the steaming mug next to the laptop, he bent to remove his heavy work boots before sitting down in front of the computer. Stowing his boots tidily in the shoe cupboard, Dave sat at the table and grabbed his drink. Sipping some of the scalding liquid, he navigated the cursor to the web browser icon and double-clicked to fire it up.

  Minutes later, he’d checked both his email accounts, finding nothing but spam. He now felt incredibly unpopular and rather grumpy. Perhaps the caffeine had started to work its way into his system by this point, perking up his brain, because Dave suddenly remembered that morning’s conversation at work. The rest of the shift had been so busy – under the cold and unflinching gaze of the Queen Bitch – that he’d not thought about it since.

  Now, though, his curiosity got the better of him. He put the cursor into the search box, typed in “dogging” and hit the enter button.

  Half an hour later, Dave knew everything there was to know about dogging. He’d had no idea it was so popular. There was a whole online community based around it. Lists of dogging spots, including the best days and times to visit, were there for the world to see. Newcomers were encouraged to make themselves known and join in with events. A brightly coloured banner on one of the pages promised “Hot Dogging Porn!!! XXX!!!”

  Dave clicked it. He was only human, after all. He told himself it was just curiosity, but in reality it had gone much further than that. As the loading screen disappeared and the video started to play, Dave became aware of the fact that his cock was already hard and straining against the fly of his uniform trousers. He rearranged it impatiently, his eyes glued to the laptop screen where a scene was unfolding.

  It was an amateur video, so there was no fake storyline inserted. It had obviously been staged to some extent, though, as filming started with cars pulling into the car park, one after the other. After that, things started happening very quickly. Signals were made, headlights were flashed, interior lights were switched on, and people began to move.

  The person operating the camera walked closer to a 4x4, the crunch of gravel and the bobbing up and down of the picture being a dead giveaway. Dave watched as the picture zoomed in even closer to the car where a couple were clambering into the back seat. They were still fully clothed and quickly started to change that, but not before they’d wound down the windows on their respective sides of the car. Dave wasn’t sure whether that was an invitation for other doggers to touch, or just a way to stop the windows getting steamed up. He didn’t care either way, as it meant there were fewer obstacles between the cameraman and the action, increasing his view dramatically. And not a moment too soon either, as the scene was rapidly getting hotter.

  The couple in the car stripped without pomp or ceremony and were soon stark naked and kissing one another hungrily. Dave’s cock grew increasingly uncomfortable as it swelled beneath his clothes. Knowing things were only going to get filthier from here on in, Dave undid his uniform trousers, stuck his hand inside his boxers and relieved his erection from its material prison. He did all of this without tearing his gaze from the laptop screen. He couldn’t look away if he tried.

  His prick twitched gratefully, a bead of pre-cum already gathering at its tip. Stroking his shaft idly, Dave continued to watch, open-mouthed, as the blonde woman in the car straddled her man, kissing him with gusto. The man quickly palmed her huge tits, squeezing and pinching them so roughly that Dave half expected her to wince. But it appeared that the blonde liked it rough, judging from the sounds she was making. The camera zoomed in closer, affording a brilliant view of the girl’s breasts, which Dave could now clearly see were real. She’d certainly been blessed, he thought.

  Suddenly, Dave was rudely reminded that he was a voyeur of voyeurs as the image pulled back. The fresh view revealed another man standing by the car, watching the action unfold within. Much like Dave, he had his trousers undone and had pulled his cock out of his boxers. Unlike Dave, he was stroking it rapidly. The cameraman was close enough to the man that you could hear the wet sounds his prick was making, not to mention the grunts and obscenities coming from his mouth.

  Back in the car, the couple were on the move. The blonde had knelt on all fours, her ass pointing out towards her fellow dogger and the camera. Slipping a hand between her thighs, she used her fingers to splay her pussy lips, giving anyone watching – and Dave suspected there were other guys observing out of the view of the camera – an up and close and personal view of her soaking wet slit, from which peeked her distended clit. Several lusty groans could be heard, and Dave was startled to realise that one of them was his.

  The guy standing by the car tugged at his cock frantically and, as the blonde slipped a finger into her luscious cunt, he hit his peak. The camera angle meant his face wasn’t visible, but he threw his head back and as a series of animal moans and grunts issued from his mouth, spunk shot from the man’s cock and splattered thickly against the side of the 4x4. Recovering quickly, the man put himself away and moved out of view of the camera. Dave had no idea whether he’d now leave, move to another car, or what. Honestly, he wasn’t that bothered. He was too busy watching what was happening on screen, and with good reason.

  The blonde in the 4x4 continued to touch herself. She’d replaced one finger with two, burying them deep inside herself as her thumb strummed her clit. Dave wondered what the guy in the car was doing as his girlfriend wanked herself off to an audience. He didn’t have to wonder for long, as the car bouncing on its suspension gave away the movement inside. Presently, the blonde moved, but only enough so her partner could slide in beneath her. It couldn’t have been a comfortable position to hold, but the couple were now angled so the blonde’s cunt was still clearly visible and aching to be fucked.

  And fucked it was. Slipping a couple of perfunctory fingers into her slick pussy, her partner was clearly satisfied she was ready for him as he immediately replaced his stout fingers with his even stouter cock. He had a length and girth that many a man would be jealous of, and several more groans were heard both in and outside the car as he slid inside the blonde. She was split obscenely, her swollen pout pulled tight around her man’s prick as he filled her to the hilt.

  Dave finally tore his gaze from the screen, only to roll his head back as he fisted his cock more roughly. He’d been so enthralled by the lewd display that he’d hardly noticed he’d been stroking his shaft faster and faster, propelling himself towards his own climax. The pornographic sight of the blonde being penetrated had ramped his arousal up several notches and Dave felt his balls tighten in anticipation of his orgasm. He just about had the presence of mind to swivel in his chair before it hit. His cock pulsed in his hand and milliseconds later, Dave spurted his release over the tiled kitchen floor. It’d be a nuisance to clean up, but not nearly so bad as trying to get it off his laptop. Crusty cum between the keys was not something he wanted to deal with.

  Slouching in the chair, Dave breathed heavily, wondering what on earth had come over him. He’d only switched on the computer to check his emails! An echo of his heavy breathing coupled with some moans and groans issued from the laptop speakers, reminding Dave where all this had begun. He wiped his sticky hand carelessly on his trouser leg before slamming the laptop lid down, silencing it. The website would still be there when he next opened it – it was ‘sleeping,’ not switched off – so he’d have to close it down properly at some point. But
right at that second in time, all Dave cared about was having a shower.

  ♦♦♦♦

  Pulling open the cubicle door, Dave switched on the shower and started to undress. The water would be the right temperature by the time he got under the spray. Bundling up his clothes to toss them into the laundry basket, he grimaced as he saw the telltale silvery-white mark smeared across his black work trousers, right near the crotch. Fortunately, he did his own laundry – there’d be no explaining that one away. It looked like exactly what it was. Sighing, Dave resolved to put a load of washing on before he went to bed. But first he needed to wash the smell of sweat and spunk off of him. Trouble is, he had no idea how he was going to clean his brain, or the mental images flashing through it. There was no denying that the dogging video had turned him on immensely, especially since the very thought of it was making his cock fill with blood once more.

  Shaking his head, Dave stuffed his uniform into the clothes basket and closed it. He stepped into the shower and pulled the door shut, sealing himself off from the world. Unfortunately, he couldn’t seal himself off from his thoughts. His cock was now standing to attention, slapping rudely against his stomach every time he moved. Turning up the power and sticking his head under the shower spray, Dave desperately hoped to drown out the thoughts swirling through his mind. It didn’t work. A graphic image of the blonde’s pussy being penetrated flashed into his consciousness and Dave’s erection leapt excitedly.

  He needed distraction. Grabbing his shampoo, Dave squeezed a dollop into his hand and replaced the bottle on the shelf. He massaged the liquid roughly into his dark crop of hair, working his fingers violently into his scalp, as if to scrub the thoughts away, even through skin and skull. Tipping his head back, Dave rinsed away the lather, enjoying the relaxing feel of it trickling down his back and dipping into the crevice of his ass, before gravity pulled it down his legs and into the drain. Running his hands over his head a couple of times, Dave made sure all the suds were gone before grabbing his shower gel and depositing a liberal amount into his palm.