“You could have avoided getting into trouble, you know?” I said in the middle of a pause I knew was an invitation for my opinion.
“You’re damn right.” He said nodding, “This is only better than prison, but I swear, it really feels same.”
“I understand,” I comforted, without realizing that I was already on my feet approaching him to simply pat him on his back. I had come to understand the effects isolation had on a man, his relatives had decided to make his home a no-go area since his verdict. I sat and comforted him, and patted his back as I had planned, but this only caused more havoc as my nipples begin to stifle beneath my uniform. I pressed his head against my chest as he almost began to sob, just to make him feel at ease with the situation, but that must have been a bad idea. My nipples continued to press my uniform hard and I felt he would feel this.
I couldn’t tell how the discussion took turns and we drifted into talking about his ex-girlfriends and his sexual life. Listening to talks about his ex-girlfriends with someone who you have a crush on suddenly became the most difficult thing for me. What I can remember next was that he began to rub his neatly trimmed hair against my uniform – the chest section, while his head was still pressed against my breasts. This created a sweet effect and stimulated me quickly. The sensation was heavenly and before I could recover from this, I was already unbuttoning my own buttons. His warm hands began to creep into the opened uniform and as they got hold of my chesticles, I could only moan with pleasure. As if the moans called for him, the young man lifted himself up and crushed his lips against mine. The sweet succulent lips tasted quite delicious. Hard to admit but he must have been having a tasty breakfast that morning. It was quite natural swallowing his small young lips and having them swallow mine too. He drew me closer and undid the remaining buttons on my uniform, he swallowed hard with delight as he gawked at my tight bra, clutched it between his hands and jiggled it with a large smile of satisfaction and only pulled the lace down to get a full view of my puffy nipples and it didn’t take a millisecond before he began to suck on them both. He lashed my nipples with the tip of his small tongue, running it over them and making them wet. I felt wet beneath too and before I could moan out too loudly his fingers began to make way for my tight police pant but the time was short to reach hi intended destination.
I felt nasty, but Jean was only ready to make me feel nastier. He took a small time to retreat and he yanked his tight white shirt off in a flash and then lowered himself for me to unbuckle his belts for him. It was the longest event of the moment, I ran my fingers around the belt until it finally loosened and his denim trouser fell off easily, leaving the delightful sight of a bulging manhood pushing against the walls of his black boxers. He lifted me up by taking off my police shirt and then slipped his fingers to take off the my shirt and my trouser. Without much stress, my cop pants dropped past my knees and while I was raising my leg to get them off, he was swallowing my nipples in his mouth and running his hands towards my pink pant. I was shy, because the pant the picture of Mickey Mouse, who would have expected that a cop would be treated to such a treat on a casual day.
With a force that is still unimaginable, Jean lifted me and lowered me to seat on the couch as he kept caressing my body without stopping. Now sitting directly at his dick length, I felt so small. Then, on impulse, I took hold of his phallus – it was hard as stone, thick and long, about six inches. Then I began to stroke it gently. He felt good with that, and he shuddered excitedly.
“Suck on it.” He whispered.
I took my time and then bent to give him head. This sent him to heaven and his aura was completely immersed in the moment’s pleasure. The salty taste of pre-cum flowed into my mouth, but I swallowed it all without stopping. He groaned and moaned with pleasure, and I felt the more I sucked, that he got very close to cumming.
He tossed my head slightly from his pelvis, and instructed me to lie on the couch, now butt naked. I lay still, knowing but anxious of the next action. I didn’t need to wait much longer, I felt his hands paly over the tendrils of hair on my pubic area, sending lushes of emotions through my spine. Then he lowered his head and began to suck my clitoris, using only two fingers in a hand to make way through it.
“You’re so sweet,” he stopped very briefly to say, drawing every bit of pleasure from me out to the surface.
I shook rigorously and felt precious cum trickle between my legs.
“This is so so sweet!” I screamed like a child, and that heralded hisnext line of action.
He pulled my legs apart, his phallus brushing the sides of my legs as he attempts driving in. He began to ram in through me with his six inches foreskin, soft and tenderly at first, but increasing the pace as if dancing to a rhythmic beat.Old as I was, I could not take it all, I could only take four. Every pound felt so good, so satisfying, like a pint of water sprayed continuously on a desert soil.
Jean came into me ten minutes after and it was only after he had spilled into me before he made desperate attempt to withdraw, but I pulled him back in, and allowed him do it all. It was after this, while we were both lying exhaustively on his couch, cooped up in each other’s warmth, as if the flaming room wasn’t enough, that I realized that I was a cop and I was flawing at my duty. Shit! I was a dirty cop.
He dropped a kiss on my check and exited to take a shower. I did not know when a soothing siesta took my weak body. I was only able to wake up an hour after. When I woke, I ran to take a shower and quickly entered into my uniform. I knew Jean was in his bedroom, and I didn’t make any attempt to go check him there. I simply left the house quietly and that was the end of that. I had tasted the young dude, and in my head, I still couldn’t get th memories of the sweet experiences off. When Jeffery resumed, I might just have gist for him too. But he might take it the wrong way, he might regard me a as a dirty cop sleeping with a fucking criminal, but why should I care, in his own talks, he had done far worse. I strode out of the house gently, resuming my innocent looking brunette cop self.
Chapter Two
I fought every urge to check on Jean McGaul after that morning experience, as much as I wanted to, I resisted. The entire week had me staring blankly at the house; the smell of the couch, the noises from our groans and the tenderness of Jean’s touches, kept me wishing I would break my police nature and switch to that horny bitch that could sleep with a criminal. Consistently, I could see the blinds in his room window move, but although I knew that it could be the wind, I knew too that somehow, he was peeping at me through it, unable to understand why I would decide not to visit him any more and more pathetically, not explaining the reasons to him. One moment, I had been his companion, and the next, I could see myself making life quite miserable for him.
We both survived not seeing each other for the rest of the week, by the time Jeffery resumed the following week, I had already decided it wasn’t best to keep the little secret to myself. I had no friends, I was a natural introvert in social matters, but when people opened up to me, it was quite easy for us to get along quite nicely, and probably that was what Jean McGaul had seen and used in me. However angle I tried to view it, I was certain the sex was completely consensual. I even made him cum inside me, a decision I believed was for both our pleasures. With my nature, I slept lonely on my cold bed thinking about the MILF experiences with the charming criminal, trying to think about how many older women he had slept with before encountering me, and wondering, even more surprisingly if he’d regard my experience as the best he’d ever had.
Jeffery looked shrunken up when he resumed the following Monday. We drove to Victory’s Ville and park at the usual location opposite the house. He had only been here with me for a week before he fell sick, but he remembered the routine impeccably.
“Sure one of your sex princesses hasn’t infected you with some serious STIs?” I inquired sarcastically the umpteenth time.
Jeffery sighed deeply, “I already told you, I’m safe always.” He boasted, patting his pocket for me to remem
ber that he always carried condoms everywhere he went.
“Put that away Jeff. You’re gross!” I winced, acting the angel.
He laughed heartily, drooling from a glowing face.“So, what have you been up to, or have you just been checking up on this boring dude while I was away?”
I wasn’t expecting the question and I was momentarily stunned. “What?” I screamed, surprising myself.
“Knock it off, it’s just a question.” Jeffery said, tugging at his single zit.
Jeff saw the next event first, with my curiosity and everything that had happened the previous week, I wondered how it was Jeff who would notice before me. It was my partner’s dumbfounded look that spurred me, I had to turn to see too. It was the rattling door of the criminal.The base of it, this time, appeared to be peeling off with a spade. Even though the drama was intense this time,I knew what it still meant;Jean was calling for my attention really badly. I had bred a horrendous hound in him, and now it was calling for feeding, but I feigned ignorance when Jeff looked at me again quizzically. Jeff didn’t wait for me before getting out the car, and I instantly followed too.
“Hello!” Jeff yelled at the door, standing safely beside the immediate pillar rightwards, a vantage point to put down any attacker once the door was opened. I walked courageously to toss the door open. Jeff quickly followed after me. I could feel his eyes piercing on my rumps too, the way men did whenever they were walking behind me. I knew just where Jean would be sited.
“Welcome back sir.” The familiar voice said from a known destination.
Jeff turned his gun in Jean’s direction, frightened by the sudden calmness.
“Hullo there, we saw movement on your door.”
“That was deliberate,” Jean said calmly still, and then came him rising from the rocking chair to shoot me a sly look. “I just wanted to say welcome back to duty Agent James. I can’t say I haven’t missed you.” His voice washed my spines down with guilty shivers. I looked up again to catch his face staring at me. His seamless blue eyes!
Jeffery didn’t want to continue being a prey to his mischiefs, he looked around for a bit, walking towards the kitchens and then upstairs to see the other rooms before hissing and leaving. “I’m out of here K.” He muttered as he walked by, expecting me to follow too.
“I’d just check the house.” I said stubbornly, knowing that the other officer won’t make any attempt to standby for me.
“Do be careful.” He said as he kept walking, leaving myself and the criminal in the heart of the house.
Jean McGual looked at me again as soon as the other officer was gone, and for the first time today, I saw that weakness in his charming face. I could swear I saw tears seeping right through them; tears demanding to know why I had designed such lacuna between us. I stood stiffly.
“So, is this how you treat people?” He said gently, “I felt like I’ve been tunneling down into hell from heaven. The whole week has been more of hell for me though, and I can’t find any reasons to justify this.” He tried walking towards me but I was quick to retreat.
“Stay back!” I screamed, fully logged onto my cop self. “Listen, Mr. Jean McGual, I consider the entire event of last week an helpless mistake, and that should mean nothing. Please discard it from your memories so you won’t be mistaken. I’m a cop, I’m not that kind of girl, and such a thing must just never happen!”I insisted, unaware that he had traveled the few strides between us very quietly and was now full behind me.
He lifted tendrils of my dark hair and he bent low and began to kiss me on the nape, while I stood transfixed by the daring courage. He then began to shift his hands towards the top of my honorable uniform, trying to grab my breasts from the top of my cleavage. I liked what was going to happen, and I let him slip his hands into my bra. His hands were inside my uniform when someone cleared his throat in front of us and we were both suddenly brought to the consciousness of my partner staring at us deviously.
We both withdrew from each other, and stared in confusion in the following seconds. My partner smiled slyly and began to walk back to the car. I quickly buttoned my shirt and followed after him, leaving Jean McGualwith a visible crook around his loins.
“It’s not what you think!” I was pushed to yell after Jeff refused to speak with me back in the car. I knew he wasn’t going to file a report against me, but he was only sulking because I hadn’t told him about my little sexcapade, despite the trust he believed we had in each other.
“I knew exactly what I saw Kate Renee. So stop trying to play on m intelligence.”
I sighed. A disgusting feeling of defeat wafted through my chamber. It would take several minutes before we spoke to each other again. We sat quietly in the car, acting like robots. When I could not take it an longer, I expressed myself in the most surprising way.
“Jeff. I’m sorry. I was only trying to be nice to him.”
“Damn right, you were. He’s just nineteen, and you are a cop. Think about this.”
I felt sad, but not regret. I enjoyed every moment with Jean, it was sweet to feel young again. “Jeff. I’m really sorry, I will do anything to have you forgive me. I need you to blot out that scene like you never saw us.” I said finally, absolutely not thinking.
“Anything?” He picked excitedly. “Anything!” He yelled, drooling over the feat and licking his lips with his long tongue.
I knew what his sudden expression meant, who could resist the charms of a beautiful chubby cop. I watched as Jeff lowered himself in the driver seat and I moved my hands quickly to undo his belt. He obviously didn’t believe that I would keep going at it. Victor’s Ville was a quiet grassy area, but at intervals, few people passed and I could see a thousand questions in Jeff’s mind, wondering if I would risk being seen by anyone in that public glare.
I went right ahead, unzipping Jeffery’s pants and welcoming his hard cock in between my hands. Older though, he was much smaller than Jean, my right hand cupped his entire manhood in a single roll of grip but the girth was chunky and I loved the way they rolled down in my hands. The man couldn’t contain his excitement. He was confronted with several pleasures. One, a beautiful female cop was stroking his hard cock, two, it was in a public place where anyone could catch us and have us published on YouTube. And three, this meant that in the following days, the fellow officer had a full life-time unlimited access to my fuck hole.
I ran my hands over Jeffery’s little man a few more times, playing my index finger and thumb on the cap. He stiffened up as warm white and think goo began to escape his man cap.It escaped fearfully, spilling on my hands and gliding down on his torso. He held my breasts very closely and drew even closer to kiss me compassionately as he was buried in his ejaculation feat. I had to push him off myself, imagining that Jean must have caught us in the act. How jealous he must have felt! But even if he had, I knew he would be happy that our secret was now being safely covered again. The life of a cop began to take the turn of sexual fun, just as I had once imagined it to be.
Chapter Three
As we drove around town later that evening, Jeffery, still refusing to talk to me, probably because of the natural shyness that came with getting the carnal knowledge of someone you’re used to, kept staring at me endlessly and offering that satisfactory grin as he drove on. I tried to ignore him, frowning as I feigned anger when we both knew I loved what had happened. I refused to see Jean after the event, afraid that he might somehow have seen me and there would be a grave jealousy sparking in his corneas. I suggested to Jeffery that we drove downtown to get snacks at the dinner just close to Mallory Alley. He only nodded to show consent.
I got a fresh ring of doughnut while he got whooped cream. When we brought the snacks to the car with happily smiling faces, Jeffery drove us into a darker part of the alley to enjoy our snacks in silence, but as he drove past some drunkenbeggars, into even more darker gloom, I began to feel so much that he had other plans for the evening.
“This place is perfect.” He said finally, l
ooking past me into the darkness of the street to ensure that we were secured.
“Perfect for what, Jeffery?” I requested politely, having inkling as to what his dirty attempt was targeted at.
He looked into my eyes with all the concentration in him and gave a sly look. “You really didn’t think that handjob was gonna be all for today, do you?”
I immediately saw his point, I had already let him access me once, and there was no reason to refuse his request now, especially since I also loved this too. “You need not say more.” I tossed the pack of snacks in the back seat and lowered myself into the seat praying desperately that no one would see us or get us in trouble.
Jeffery bent over to my side and took off my uniform very carefully, the car shook from side to side, and it wasn’t quite comfortable doing this, but he still maneuvered his way through, and before I knew what was happening, my nipples had already found way into Jeffery’s soft comforting lips. Strands of stubborn hairs on his shaved moustache prickled around my nipple, and goose pimples grew rapidly on my skin at the sweetness of this. He slid his hands into my pant, but his lips came up again to crush mine totally. I realized suddenly that I really wanted this more than anything.
“Keep going,” I moaned silently.
Jeffery kept at it, making me completely lost in the act until he opened the car at my side and whispered into my ears to get down from the car. Like a robot that was being controlled, I slipped out of the car with my already unbuttoned shirt flying around me. I stood close to my opened door, watching very furtively to see any sign of an intruding figure or sound, but there was none. Jeff ran towards me from his own side, and pulled down my unzipped trousers. Then he bent me over the door and fingered my wet pussy with a hand he had soaked in his spit, while slipping one of his condoms on quickly, before sliding his dick into my hungry virginal from behind. I gasped as I fought against moaning even louder, it became completely difficult to keep my astride legs together, especially while looking around desperately to see anyone trying to intrude.
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