The Wpc Guild

Detective Inspector Marie Daykin is a member of the Public Protection Unit for Devon and Cornwall police. The unit is based at the Barnstaple police station in Devon. As a Detective Inspector, or DI Marie was a plain clothes officer and usually wore smart suits and blouses, rather than the standard uniform that regular police constables wore.

Her unit was working on a joint constabulary task force to take down a drug gang that was operating out of Plymouth, the working hours were long, and no days off.

The task force finally had the evidence to make the arrests, and the gang was rounded up and charged with their crimes.

As the dust settled, Marie decided to take a few days off to recharge her batteries before ploughing into the next investigation.

She sat in her office, replying to the emails that could not wait. After hitting send on the last one, she picked up her phone and opened the secret app that allowed her access to the WPc Guild portal. She knew a good sex session would kick-start her relaxation, and so she started to look through the profiles of suitable candidates for her to meet.

Marie thought about choosing one of her regular partners, before she stopped on a profile she had not seen before. The profile was for another detective, but only a constable, so two levels in rank below her.

DC Shannon King looked very smart in her profile picture, in her dress uniform, as was mandatory for the guild. She was based at the Newton Abbot police station, so not too far away. Marie felt a tingle in her groin at the thought of deflowering this attractive DC, and so pressed the invite button on the screen.

Invite being a loose term here, if you received an invite from a fellow officer of the same rank, you have the option to decline the invite if you do not want to meet. But an invite from a senior officer is an automatic acceptance, and there are very few acceptable reasons to request a decline.

Marie shut down her laptop, packed up her stuff and headed home.

Detective Constable Shannon King was pushing a shopping trolley around her local supermarket, on day two of her shift rest days. She heard her mobile phone chirp an incoming notification.

She fished her phone out of her bag and noticed the unmistakable policewoman's hat icon of the guild. Her heart raced as she opened the invite notification. A profile popped up of a woman a few years older than Shannon, but still very attractive, her heart sank a little when she noted the two bath stars on each shoulder, denoting she was an inspector.

Shannon had used the guild's services several times, but only with fellow constables. This was her first encounter with a superior officer, and she knew what would be expected of her. With butterflies in her belly, she hit the accept button. She carried on with her shopping, and a nervous excitement started to brew as she carried on with her chores.

On her drive home, she called PC Christina Studholme, a constable with whom she had shared a few sessions over the last few months.

"Hi Chrissy," Shannon said into her hands-free kit in her car, "How are you?"

"Shannon, how is it going?" Chrissy replied.

"Not bad, just on my rest days," Shannon said.

Chrissy asked, "You up to anything good?"

"That is why I called," Shannon said, "I was looking forward to sitting on my arse for a few days, but I got a ping on the guild app."

"Oh, anyone we know?" Chrissy said.

"No, but she is a DCI, so either way I'm committed," Shannon said with some tension in her voice.

Chrissy changed her tone to a more serious one, "I see, I guess this is your first senior officer encounter."

"Yeah," Shannon replied.

"Look, it is not that bad if you prepare yourself first," Chrissy continued, "When I was first pegged, I took the time to loosen myself up. I don't suppose you have a butt plug at home?"

"No, never needed one before," Shannon said, taken aback."

"I'm home, if you swing by, I have one you can borrow," Chrissy suggested.

Shannon was quite for a moment before saying, "Shit, if you think it will help."

"It sure will, and besides, you may enjoy it," Chrissy teased.

Shannon diverted her car to head to Chrissy's place, arriving there shortly.

After a coffee and a catch-up, Chrissy turned to the subject Shannon had been avoiding.

"So, are you ready?" Chrissy asked.

Shannon took a slug of coffee, "I guess so."

Chrissy led Shannon up to her bedroom, though it was not the first time they had both been up there together before.

Chrissy went to a drawer and pulled out a box and set it down on her dressing table. She opened it and pulled out a 3" butt plug.

She handed it to Shannon, "This will be a good one to start you on."

Shannon's eye widened, "That will never go up my arse."

"Right," Chrissy said, taking control, "I'll help you, so first strip off your clothes and follow me to the bathroom."

Shannon just stood there, so Chrissy shouted, "Chop, chop."

Startled, Shannon reached up and started to unbutton her blouse, whilst Chrissy left the room. When Shannon had completely stripped off, she headed to the bathroom, where Chrissy was waiting for her.

"Okay, the secret to a pleasant anal experience is preparation," Chrissy explained, "Step 1 is to douche."

She presented Shannon with what looked like a litre-sized drinks bottle, with a tube that ended in a long, thin nozzle.

"Now the fun begins, come bend over the bath, with your feet apart," Chrissy instructed Shannon.

Shannon did as she was told, and she winced when Chrissy rubbed some lube around her sphincter.

"This is not how I saw this day AAH," Shannon said as Chrissy slid the nozzle into her arsehole.

Shannon felt the warm liquid run into her anal cannel and through to her colon. She felt her insides expand, and the cleansing fluid cleaned her lower bowel.

Chrissy could see the discomfort growing on Shannon's face, "Another 20 seconds then sit your arse on the loo and evacuate."

Shannon started to hop between her too legs as Chrissy removed the tube, at the right time she sat on the toilet bowl and her back end started to make so very un-ladylike sounds as shit her heart out.

Chrissy made her repeat the douching to make sure she was fully cleaned out.

"Right, that is step one complete," Chrissy announced, "Now back to the bedroom and we will fit the first plug."

Shannon was completely unsure of what she was doing but she trusted Chrissy who had been buggered several times by a couple of senior officers.

She was instructed to kneel on the bed with her butt in the air, as Chrissy got the plug ready.

"Your friend the first few times you get buggered is lube," Chrissy explained, as she inserted a lubed finger passed Shannon's rosebud.

"Oh fuck," Shannon winced.

Chrissy, with her free hand, rubbed Shannon's lower back, "This will go easier if you relax."

Shannon tried to distract herself by thinking about lying on a beach, It started to work as Chrissy was able to insert a second finger into her. Shannon started to relax, and she got used to the feeling.

"It is a shame you don't have your uniform with you, this is making me horny," Chrissy commented as she withdrew her fingers.

Shannon looked over her shoulder and said, "We only need shirts and ties."

Chrissy smiled, "You sure?"

"Why not," Shannon replied, "Get that plug in me, then we'll suit up and you can fuck me."

Chrissy smiled as she lined up the plug and eased it into Shannon, who closed her eyes as her arse opened to accept the silicon invader.

Chrissy headed to her wardrobe and took out two of her dress uniform shirts and laid them on the bed. She next opened a drawer and took out her two black clip-on ties.

Shannon asked her for a hair band so she could put her hair up in a regulation bun. Chrissy quickly stripped naked and tied up her own hair into a bun. Shannon was starting to get comfortable with the plug as she pulled on the white shirt.

Chrissy was also putting on her the other shirt, her pussy starting to tingle as she buttoned up the front. Shannon had finished buttoning her collar and reached for one of the ties, and clipped it into place. Seeing Shannon fully dressed made Chrissy lick her lips in anticipation as she clipped a tie to her collar.

"Greetings, Constable Studholme," Shannon said.

Chrissy replied, "Pleasure as always, Detective King."

Chrissy walked over to Shannon, and their mouths met as they embraced, falling onto the bed. Shannon reached behind Chrissy's head and held her in a kiss, as Chrissy cupped Shannon's breast through the shirt front.

Shannon parted her legs so Chrissy could straddle her, pussy to pussy. Both girls started to gyrate their hips, mashing their clits together. Both started to moan as they stimulated each other's sex.

As Shannon's arse rubbed up and down the bed, it caused the plug to move in her, sending more shivers through her spine.

"Oh god, that Is fucking fantastic," Shannon said coming up for some air.

"Fuck yeah, my pussy is so soaked," Chrissy panted as she maintained her pace against Shannon's clit.

Shannon's eyes rolled into the top of her head," Me too, I'm so wet I need to come now so badly."

Chrissy gave her a quick kiss before breaking their embrace. She got out of bed, picked up her double-ended dildo, and strapped it to her groin. She also picked up a 6" butt plug before returning to the bed.

She grabbed both of Shannon's ankles, lifting her legs into the air exposing her arse.

"Ready for the next size up," Chrissy said, more of an announcement than a question.

With her free hand, she tugged on the 3" plug out of Shannon, before replacing it with the 6" one.

Shannon arched her back, and accepted the new butt plug far easier than the smaller one, it helped that she was in the throes of passion and horny as hell. The shirt she wore was one collar size smaller than her own, and the extra pressure around her neck made her feel great.

Chrissy took each of Shannon's ankles in each hand and parted her legs to each side, exposing and opening her pussy flaps.

Shannon had a desperate look on her face, "Please Chrissy, fuck me, I need to cum so bad."

Chrissy eased herself into Shannon and slowly entered her.

"FUCKING BREED ME!" Shannon demanded, the stimulation in her arse and pussy driving her to an orgasmic stupor.

Chrissy obliged, and started to fucker with abandon, her desire starting to build in her pussy. Shannon's desire was reaching fever pitch. She was feeling the dildo in her pussy, but Chrissy was not able to go fast enough for her to get off.

Shannon reached up and grabbed both Chrissy's shirt-covered arms, and using her police self-defence training, flipped Chrissy onto her back. Like a woman possessed, she started to ride the dildo hard and fast.

It was Chrissy's turn to whimper now as she was now being fucked hard. She lifted her body off the bed, and the girl's mouth met. Shannon was now in full rapture mode, her desire nearing a crescendo, pushed Chrissy back to bed and grabbed the front of her shirt.

She tore open the shirt exposing Chrissy's tits, she leaned down and took one of her nipples into her mouth.

Chrissy grabbed Shannon's head holding it on her boob, "Yes, just like that, please don't stop."

Chrissy came with such force that her juices squirted all over the front of Shannon's shirt. Shannon so close herself, she did not let up her rampant pace, and the blue touch paper of her own climax was lit.

Chrissy had no rest bite, as she was quickly rocked by a second orgasm, again soaking Shannon's shirt.

Shannon's hips bucked as she too, finally succumbed to carnal desires and came hard and wet.

Both women were panting heavily as they were both physically spent. Shannon eased herself of the dildo strapped to Chrissy and flopped down on the bed, trying to regain her composure.

Chrissy leaned over to Shannon and straightened her tie. "Thanks, I really needed that."

"Least I can do for you helping prepare for the DCI," Shannon said, before pointing to the now button less shirt front, then stroked Chrissy tie, a little a skew, but still clipped to her collar "Sorry about the shirt I got carried away, but at least the tie stayed put."

Chrissy laughed, "Don't sweat it, as long as I can find the buttons, I can sew them back on.

They both lay back and looked up at the ceiling, enjoying the post sex glow. From inside her bag, Shannon heard her phone beep an incoming notification.

Reluctantly, she climbed off the bed and took her phone out of her bag. The notification had the tell, tell WPc hat icon. After unlocking the phone, she read it was a message from DCI Daykin.

"It's DCI Daykin," Shannon announced, "She has given me her address and asked me to be there around hers at 6.30 tonight."

Chrissy reached up to her collar, and tugged the tie free, and released the sole remaining button on her shirt, "Shit that is less than two hours, you had better get your arse in gear girl."

"Fuck," Shannon exclaimed looking at Chrissy's bedside clock, "I got to go."

She quickly stripped off Chrissy's spare uniform shirt and tie before putting her own clothes back on. Chrissy just threw on a robe. Once dressed, Chrissy showed Shannon to the front door.

Before she opened the front door, she gave Shannon a more than friendly kiss on the lips, "We need to do this again soon, when we have more time."

"Oh yes, we do, I'll check my schedule and let you know," Shannon replied as Chrissy opened the door.

A minute later, Shannon was back in her car, rushing home to get changed into her own dress uniform before she presented herself to DCI Daykin. It was not until she was half way home that she realised she still have Chrissy's butt plug up her arse.

As soon as she got home, she grabbed her shopping and raced indoors. Daykin's home was just over an hour's drive away, and she had around 25 minutes to get ready and leave. She stripped off all her clothes, but decided to leave the plug inserted inside her. Shannon jumped into the shower to wash away the stench of the sweaty sex with Chrissy, though there would be a good chance she would need another after her session with DCI Daykin.

Shannon dried off as fast as she could, blow-drying her hair before putting it back up in a regulation bun. She did some light makeup in keeping with uniform regulations. Opening one of her drawers, she fished out a lacy white bra, suspenders belt and panties set.

She took out a garment bag from the wardrobe and hung it on the front of the door. Shannon unzipped it and exposed her dress uniform. Next, she grabbed a new pair of black stockings and rolled them up each leg, before strapping the suspender belt around her waist, clipping the welts to the stocking tops. She stepped into her panties and slid them over her trim bush, and this was quickly followed by her bra.

Taking the crisp, clean white shirt off a hanger, she slipped it up her arm and around her body. She buttoned up the front, leaving the last 3 buttons undone. Taking out her black epaulettes, with the silver ID numbers and secured them to each of her shoulders.

Back to the garment bag, she unbuttoned her tunic and removed the skirt hanging within. Shannon stepped into the skirt and fastened it at the back, before buckling the leather belt at the front. Taking a pair of black court heels from the bottom of the wardrobe, she slipped them onto each of her stocking-covered feet.

She took her uniform handbag and put her phone, keys, wallet and warrant card in. The last thing she wanted was to be stopped in public, in uniform and not be able to prove she was a real police officer.

She was running out of time, so she put her tie into the bag as well, grabbed her tunic under her arm, and put her bowler hat on her head. Shannon locked her flat, put her hat and tunic on the backseat of her car, her handbag on the passenger seat and typed DCI Daykin's address into the sat nav and hit the road.

An hour later, Shannon drove into Barnstable. When she was stopped at a red light, she buttoned the remaining buttons on her shirt and took her black tie out of her bag and clipped it to her collar, using the vanity mirror on the sun visor to make sure it was straight. After a few more miles, she pulled into the driveway of DCI Daykin's detached house, parking behind her BMW.

Shannon got out of her car and retrieved her tunic from the backseat, slipping it on and fastening the four silver buttons on the front. Lastly, she grabbed her bag, slung it over her shoulder, picked up her bowler hat and put it on top of her head. She then checked that her hat and tie were straight in the car's door mirror, and declared herself fit to muster.

With nervous anticipation, she rang the doorbell and waited.

The door opened, and DCI Marie Daykin stood there smiling. She was also dressed in her dress uniform, but without a hat.

"Detective Constable King reporting as requested, ma'am," Shannon introduced herself, standing stiff at attention.

Marie nodded, "At ease, DC King, please come in."

Marie stepped aside, allowing Shannon access to enter her home. DCI Daykin led DC King into her lounge and offered her a seat. "Can I get you a glass of wine?"

"No, thank you, ma'am, I'm driving," Shannon politely declined, as she sat down and removed her hat, placing it on the sofa next to her.

"Look, you are more than welcome to stay over," Marie said, before adding, "The spare bedroom is all made up."

Shannon was feeling very nervous now, "I do not have any night clothes with me."

"I can lend you a night shirt," Marie told her, half offer, half order, "Now, red or white wine?"

DC King resigned herself to the fact that she would be staying the night at the DCI's house, "Whatever you're having is fine, ma'am."

Marie left the room to get the wine, and Shannon took in her surroundings. The difference in salary was evident in the size of the house and the quality of the furnishings. It was enough to give her some incentive to progress her own career.

Marie returned with two glasses of white wine and handed one to DC King, "Shannon, isn't it?"

"Yes, ma'am, and thank you," Shannon said as she took the glass.

Marie sat down next to Shannon and noticed she took a big swig of wine. This confirmed what Marie had suspected: Shannon was shitting herself with nerves.

"Is this your first meet-up as a guild member?" Marie asked.

Shannon smiled meekly, "No ma'am, but my first time with a senior officer."

"Ah, your first time having anal sex," Marie said, putting a reassuring hand in Shannon's skirt covered knee, "Sadly I do not make the rules, and if it is any consolation, A few months ago I was at the pleasure of a chief superintendent. I know that you're probably very nervous, but I'm sure you will enjoy it as much as I did in the end."

Shannon felt slightly reassured that the DCI was not going to be a sadist about pegging junior officers.

Marie took a swig of her wine, took Shannon's glass, and set them down on the glass-topped coffee table.

She reached up and cupped Shannon's face with one hand. "I've been looking forward to this all day."

Shannon relaxed, and cocked her head into Marie's hand, the first moistness in her pussy started. As she relaxed, she started to actually examine the woman in front of her. Marie was in her mid-40s and clearly looked after herself. Her uniform hung well off her body, and site of a woman in a tight collar and tie started her motor racing.

Marie leaned in and planted a gentle, exploratory kiss on Shannon's lips. Shannon responded by kissing her back, and Marie took this as a sign to continue, so she slipped her tongue into Shannon's mouth.

DCI Daykin embraced Shannon, clearly taking the lead in this encounter.

Shannon broke the kiss, remembering the guidelines from the guild hand book, she had to be fully submissive to Marie, so she broke the kiss and said, "Ma'am, I'm here for you to use my arse for your pleasure, your satisfaction is my sole goal."