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Officer of the Law

By: techsan



Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story.

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Fresh out of the Sunshine state's police academy, Gene Cates was in his second day on the job. It felt like the first day because most of the real first day had been spent in paper work and listening to instructions. Then this morning at the early staff meeting, the watch sergeant had assigned him to highway patrol duty on a remote 43 mile stretch of interstate. The only redeeming factor was that lots of people traveled the route on the way to the beaches.

Of course that was also a drawback because people heading to the beaches tend to forget about little things like speed limits and safe driving. So the state patrol had their hands full. Along Gene's assigned route, there were 31 different spots where his predecessors and he could set up with their radar guns trained on traffic and cross from one side of the highway to the other.

By lunchtime, Gene had written a dozen tickets for speeders, provided protection for a family changing a flat tire on their travel trailer, and called for service for a trucker whose rig had quit too early. Now he found himself on the north end of his assigned territory so he pulled off the highway, found a little family diner and got a quick lunch.

Back on the highway, Gene pulled into the first turn-off, just a ¼ mile from the ramp where he had come on. Backing into the turnout, he set up the gun along the path of oncoming traffic and settled back to watch. 

Sheesh! He had less than five minutes before the gun began to show another vehicle well over the limit. In a 70 MPH zone, this one was doing 87. Gene hit the lights just as the car passed his location. Still it took six miles to catch up and get the driver to pull off onto the wide shoulder. He parked his car in the recommended protection position, closer to traffic than the offending car. He called the dispatcher to run a make on the license plate and quickly got an all clear.

Picking up his warrant book, Gene stepped out of the car and slowly approached the other one. It was an impressive convertible sports car with the top down. From the back the driver appeared to be female - at least the long sun-bleached hair looked like female, although these days you couldn't really tell.

Gene could readily see there was no one else in the car so he stepped to the side of the driver's door and did an immediate double-take. The driver was a young blonde, probably not more than 21 or 22 and the only clothing he could see that she was wearing was a hand towel over her lap. Her breasts were completely exposed and, from the lack of tans lines, apparently spent a lot of time that way.

"License, registration and proof of insurance, please."

"What's the matter, officer?" she asked, making a show of digging in her purse.

"You were going a little fast, ma'am. In fact, I clocked you at 87 miles an hour."

"Oh? Officer, I didn't realize I was going that fast." Her voice changed to a whine. "Let me get my registration and insurance."

She leaned to the right to open the glove box, pulling the little towel up and showing a long strip of bare thigh from knee to ... hm, there was no cover at all. Then when she couldn't find the papers right away, she laid over on the right hand seat to dig into the storage area, leaving her bare bottom exposed to his eyes. The puffy swollen lips of her vagina peeked between the firm round globes. Even when he looked away to take his mind off of her, he couldn't hide his hard-on.

She sat back upright with a handful of papers and started going through them slowly. "Is this going to cost me points on my insurance, Officer?"

"I'm afraid it will, miss."

"Oh, no! I really, really can't handle any more points." She turned her baby blues to Gene with a plaintive look. "Isn't there some way we could settle this without a ticket, officer?"

Looking at her New York license, he replied, "Why, whatever do you mean, Miss Daniels?"

"Well ...," she hesitated, throwing the towel aside, "is there anything here that you like? You could have ... whatever you want, officer, if you wouldn't write me a ticket." She rubbed her hand between her spread legs.

Gene leaned over the side of the door, putting his face close to hers, staring into her eyes. "Are you trying to bribe me, Miss?"

"No, Officer. I'm just hoping that we could find a mutually agreeable solution without a ticket. Anything you think would be okay with me."

"Really? Why don't you tell me what my options are, Miss Daniels?"

"Well ... I was thinking that it might be nice if you were to let me give you a blow job ... just for starters."

"Uh, huh. I admit that sounds pretty good. And?"

"After that, you could fuck me...?!?"

"Oh? That sounds ... really good."

"And ... if you'd like ... you could then fuck my ass."

"Really? Now that would be good, I'll bet."

"Or ... you could let me fuck you ... if you'd like."

"You mean ...?"

"Yeah, me on top. I like to do that."

"And ...?"

"Oh! Would you like to play with my titties? You can suck them or you can fuck them. Whatever you like."

"And?"

"Would you like to cum on my tits? Or you could cum on my face."

"And how long ... "

"Oh, don't worry, Officer. You can take as long as you want. If you want to spend all night, that's fine with me."

"Why would you do all that for me?"

"Well ... I DO like the way you look. And I'll lose my car if I get another ticket. Please, Officer, please help me out. I promise you won't be sorry."

Gene folded his book. "Okay, this once, Miss Daniels. Go to the second exit. It's about 4 miles away. On the right, there's a nice little Day's Inn. If you're there and do what you say, I'll let you off ... this time. Okay?"

"Yes, thank you, Officer."

She was gone before he got back to his squad car and he suspected she did not stay within the speed limit. He figured she would be gone, never to be seen again, but when he pulled up at the motel, her car was sitting in front of one of the last units and she stepped into the doorway, waving for him to come down. She was wearing the skimpiest of bikinis.

"I hope you don't mind. I went ahead and checked in. I hope this room will be okay."

"I'm sure it will be fine, Miss Daniels."

"How about you call me Beth?"

"Okay, Beth. I'm Gene."

She pulled a couple of strings and tossed the bikini aside. "Let's get you out of those clothes," she said as she attacked the buttons on his uniform blouse.

The next few hours were filled with some of the most frantic sex Gene had ever experienced. She sucked him off. He ate her until she'd cum twice. He fucked her missionary style. They rested. He fucked her ass. They cleaned up and rested. He fucked her doggy style. They called in pizza for delivery. She rolled him on his back and rode his rod cowgirl style. They ate more pizza and rested. He put her legs on his shoulders and fucked her again.

It was early morning before they went to sleep. When his watch alarm went off a little later, he knew he wasn't ready for a new day but when Beth pulled her knees back by her tits, he rolled over and poked his sword into her wet sheath and fucked her again.

After a quick shower, Gene dressed, stopped at the office long enough to pick up a bagel and coffee for breakfast and headed to the station for the morning staff meeting.

The next three days were pretty routine. Gene stayed pretty busy writing tickets, mostly for speeding; helping stranded motorists; and occasionally weighing suspected overloaded semis. On the second day, he had to respond to an accident that turned out to be a minor fender bender but, the next day, the accident call was to a major four vehicle wreck with several people injured. That was a hard one because a van with several small children was involved and he had trouble sleeping that night, even though he thought all the people would pull through.

The next day was fairly routine until about 12:30, when Gene got a call about an erratic driver. When he spotted the reported vehicle, he pulled into the median and crossed over, then overtook the van that was weaving from lane to lane. He had to use the lights, siren, horn and speaker to get the driver to finally pull over. The license check came back "no wants, no warrants" but he asked for a backup.

The driver was a middle aged woman and the van carried another woman and a man, all of whom appeared to be more than a little intoxicated. It was a chore to get all three of them out of the van and onto the grassy shoulder. 

The driver wanted to know, "Whyn'ell did ya stop me?"

"Ma'am, you were driving in an unsafe manner. Have you been drinking?"

"Hell, no! I ain't had nuttin' to drink in ... lessee ... " she started trying to count on her fingers but couldn't hold them steady enough to touch her finger tips together.

"No? You haven't had anything to drink today? Ma'am, you smell like alcohol."

"Hey, don' tell me I stink! You cain't tell me I stink! I got rats!"

It took him a few seconds to realize that she meant 'rights' and he almost burst out laughing. He asked her to put her hands behind her back because he was arresting her for DUI. 

She took a wild swing at Gene and said, "You cain't 'rest me! I ain't done nuttin'."

He ducked her haymaker, which spun her off-balance, caught her wrists and quickly snapped the cuffs on her. He guided her to the back seat of the squad.

"Are you carrying any weapons, like guns or knives or have any needles on you?"

"I ain't tellin'," she said, her face screwing up into a pout.

The guy, who was sitting cross-legged on the grass, said, "Hey, she's got a gun. It's either in her brassiere or in her stocking."

"Ma'am, is that right? Do you have a gun?"

"I ain't telling." She turned her face away from me. "You'll jus' have ta find out for yourself."

Damn! He was in a pickle. If he searched this woman, she could claim sexual harrassment. If he didn't search her and she had a weapon, she could kill him on the way to the station. Help was still probably 20 minutes away.

The woman had big heavy breasts. It turned out she wasn't wearing a bra but those suckers could easily have concealed a small handgun. Gene decided to take a chance and lifted the right one and patted her down; then he checked the left one and found nothing but hooters. She groaned and scooted down in the seat, spreading her legs. 

In a flash, Gene stuck his hand under her short skirt and there it was! Stuck in her stocking right at her crotch, it was probably a .25 caliber, small but potentially deadly. Suddenly she went from having her legs spread wide apart to clamping them together so tightly he couldn't pull his hand out. Still holding the little pistol, Gene tried to squirm his hand from between her legs, but she was just as intent on keeping his hand trapped.

Gene figured she would start to scream about being raped or something but her head was lolling back and forth uncontrollably, her eyes closed, her mouth open but no words coming out. He jerked his hand again and realized that his thumb was in her pussy. She was masturbating herself on the knuckle of his thumb. He had to admit that it didn't feel all that bad.

Suddenly she was talking in a low voice, "Oh, god, oh, god, oh, fuck oh, fuck, screw me, fuck me, oh, god, fuck me fuck me fuck me, aiiieeee!"

For several seconds she shuddered as an orgasm rolled through her body. Then her leg muscles began to ease and he extracted his hand, bringing the little gun with it.

"If I'd been laid like that last night, I wouldn'ta been drinkin' this morning, ossifer."

Just then his backup pulled up and Gene got out to brief his fellow officer and get him to transport the other two people. They would be released at the station if someone came to pick them up. In the meantime, it was agreed that he would wait for the wrecker to haul the van to the station. It might take 10 seconds, or it might take two hours.

Gene was sitting in the front seat when his passenger became restless.

"Oh, my ... oh, my ... oh, fuck."

He looked in the mirror and was surprised to see her again lolling back and forth, rubbing her legs together as best she could.

"Please ... please ... please help me ... finger fuck me ... please ... do me any way you want to ... fuck me ... finger me ... just please ... help me!"

Gee, he'd never encountered a woman in distress ... well, this kind of distress ... before now. He got out and went around the car. He opened the back door and squatted next to her.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Touch me ... fuck me ... help me cum, honey ... pleaseeeeeeeeee!"

"Would it help if I touch your breasts?"

"Yes ... yes, anything ... just touch me."

She was sitting below the sills of the windows, which were coated with a light tinting material anyway so traffic would have a hard time seeing in. He reached in and touched her right breast.

"Open the buttons, honey. Please touch my skin. It feels so much better."

Gene opened the top three buttons of her dress and her breasts were exposed. He had an urge that he couldn't resist to fondle both of them. She slumped down in the seat until she was almost laying flat.

"Come on, honey, suck me. I know you want to and I want you to. Please suck me."

Gene bent over the woman and took a huge nipple in his mouth. He began sucking and she began opening and closing her legs and moaning her approval. When he slipped one hand between her legs, she slammed them as wide apart as she could get in the confines of the car. He found her pussy to be soaking wet and she welcomed his finger into her channel. In fact he added a second and a few seconds later a third and she seemed very appreciative.

For several minutes, Gene sucked her extra large nipple while his fingers frantically fucked in and out of her pussy. He made sure to occasionally rub her fully engorged clit and listened to her lustful words of encouragement. He caught a glimpse of a flashing amber light and looked up to see their wrecker on the other side of the freeway and knew it would soon be pulling up. He redoubled his efforts ... and was happy when she climaxed hard against his fingers. Quickly he buttoned her dress and helped her sit upright. 

"Thank you, honey. You don't know how much I needed that. Oh, and I'm sorry I caused you so much trouble earlier. You have been such a gentleman!"

After that, Gene hated to take her in but really had no alternative. He knew she would be out soon. After he'd put her in the holding cell, the sergeant sniffed around him and said, "Officer, what have you been into?" 

Gene ignored him, finished his report, and hit the road again.

Two days later, he finished his shift, completed his daily report and headed home. Along the way, he decided to stop for dinner at a small diner so he wouldn't have to scrounge up something at home.

The place Gene picked was a typical greasy spoon with one aisle, tables along the window, booths on the inside, and a waitress working mostly along the space between the booths and the open cooking area. He picked the last booth in the place and slid into the bench that rested against the back wall. That let him see everyone in the place. Before long, he noticed that it also let him watch the shapely young waitress as she hustled back and forth.

And anybody who didn't appreciate the swishing way her hips moved had to be dead or at least comatose. She was wearing a little dress with a deep V cut in front showing at least a third of her nicely shaped boobs, a skirt that ended no lower than halfway between her ass and her knees, and a dainty little white apron that served no real purpose. When she walked away from him, her bottom moved like squirrel cage with two hyperactive adult squirrels. Yeah, Gene knew he stared.

She'd only made one trip away from him to pick up a pot of fresh coffee, then came to his booth with a smile that glistened with straight white teeth. He nodded and she poured coffee into a clean mug.

"Hi. My name is Sally. What can I do for you?"

"Well ... what do you recommend?"

"Me!"

He looked up at her smiling, "I meant to eat."

"I did too."

"Then I'll remember that," he replied.

She leaned over toward his ear, also giving him a great view of more of her boobs, and whispered, "I'm not supposed to say this but this cook does breakfast better than anything."

"Okay, good. Then give me a western omelette with wheat toast and hash browns."

"Okay, and a side of grits? That's part of our house special."

"Sounds good ... but not as good as you."

Sally smiled and hurried off. I could have sworn that the swing in her rear was even more pronounced.

There were not a lot of customers in the place at the time. Maybe there never were. Sally poured a cup of coffee after checking on those up front and came back to stand beside me, leaning against the back wall.

"It's been a slow week so far."

"Really? Not a lot of visitors on the way to the beaches?"

"No, I guess we're too far from the water to be popular. These are mostly regulars."

Sally caught the signal from the short order cook and hurried up the aisle but was soon back with a platter of his food, a plate of toast, and the ever-present coffee pot. Gene set about eating while she went to make the rounds of the other customers. Every time she finished, she would come back to stand beside him and make small talk.

There was a little lull in the conversation as he finished eating and before he asked, "When you get off, is it home to hubby and the kids?"

She giggled, "Nope! Not married. No kids. I live alone."

"Oh? Can I buy you dinner or a drink, maybe?"

She giggled again, "Honey, you're already having dinner and I'm not much for drinking. Hey, I do have a little wine at home. How about giving me a ride home and you can share the bottle with me, huh?"

"I'd like that. When do you get off?"

She glanced at her watch. "In about 35 minutes."

"Good. I'll just wait then."

A little later when he held the door to the squad open, Sally exclaimed that it was the first time she had ridden in any police car. She was fascinated on the short drive to her place with the extra equipment around the front dashboard.

Her place was a small house on the fringes of the small town. She ushered him into the living room and waved for him to take seat, telling him to take off his shoes and make himself comfortable. She disappeared into the kitchen, coming back a couple of minutes later with two glasses of chilled wine.

"Here, relax. I've been on my feet all day and I'm gonna change. There's some CD's there if you want to put on some music."

She disappeared down a short hall. Gene was surprised to see that she had more classical music than anything so he picked one of his favorites, Ravel's Bolero, and slid it into the changer. Soon the room was filled with soft music. He sat back, stretched out his legs and closed his eyes.

He almost didn't hear her come back into the room, but the soft brush of bare feet against carpet caught his attention. When he looked up, he beheld a vision - she was dressed in a white blouse unbuttoned but tied just below her bust line, tight Spandex shorts that covered just the necessities, and nothing else other than a smile.

"Here, sugar, we can't have you looking so stiff and formal," she said as she placed one bent leg on one side of him and then straddled him. He felt a surge of excitement as her bottom settled on his crotch while her hands went to his collar.

Sally worked his tied lose, gradually pulling on the ends until it came apart. Her gentle hands unbuttoned his collar button and moved down to the next button, She didn't stop until she reached his belt, by which time he knew she could feel the probing of his hard cock pushing against her lush bottom.


Officer of the Law



Melissa waited nervously at her kitchen table, fingernails making a constant clacking at her wooden table. There had been no contact in the past two days, no mention in the papers, nothing on the news. Then, this morning, she saw a report: unidentified body found in the county landfill. She didn't need for them to report anything. She knew they'd identify him eventually; dental records wouldn't lie. Then they'd show up here, and hopefully by then she'd be composed enough to get past any police questioning. 

Booze always helped. She walked over to her late husband's liquor cabinet, took out the lone bottle of Malibu she kept stashed, and filled up 2/3 of a glass with the nectar. She pulled some juice out of the fridge out of habit, cleaned up, and returned to her seat, sipping away at her liquid courage. She finished quickly, prepared herself another, and began to think about lunch. Perhaps she'd have one more meal in freedom.

Fifteen minutes later, the knock came to her door.

She realized at that moment how unprepared she was for this. She'd showered this morning, fixed her hair, but couldn't find little more than a sundress to wear around the house. By now, her hair was beginning to fall flat. One of her nails was chipping from her nervous tic. Her hand shook as she set her glass down. She waited until it was still before getting up to answer the door. Taking a deep breath, she took the steps to the door, opened it, and put on her best fake smile with a hint of surprise.

"Good morning, officer. Can I help you?" The cheer in her voice sickened her, but she went on.

"Morning, ma'am. My name's Officer Baker. Ms... Smith, is it?" The officer looked incredibly fit, clean cut, with a military haircut.

"Yes, that's me. What seems to be the trouble, officer?"

"Ms. Smith, I have a few questions for you... do you mind if I step inside?"

Melissa cleared her throat. "No, not at all officer." She stepped back, directing him into the living room. He took a seat on the couch, nearest to the armchair. Melissa sat there, in her husband's seat, claiming his throne.

Officer Baker took off his hat as he entered, tucking it under his arm like he'd done time and time again. He hated delivering this news, much preferred to be out patrolling and cleaning up the streets. However, after his last case went south due to unnecessary force at arrest, he'd been assigned elsewhere temporarily. He took out a notepad, also habit, and looked Ms. Smith square in the eyes.

"Ms. Smith, I'm going to have to ask a few questions. First off, is there anyone else here, any other family members?"

"No, not at all," she said. "My husband was never able to have children, so it's just us."

"About your husband, ma'am," he said, clearing his throat. "When was the last time you heard from him?"

Melissa answered blankly. "Well, I dropped him off at the airport on Monday morning," she said, reciting the statement she'd prepared for weeks. "He's in Baltimore on business all this week."

"And he never called after that?"

Melissa chuckled. "No. I've tried telling him time and again, but he gets... very into his work. Is something the matter with Jim?

Officer Baker sighed and wiped his brow. "Ma'am, I hate to tell you this, but we found a body this morning in the landfill. It was pretty beat up. We managed to get one fingerprint off of it, though."

Whoops, she thought.

"Ma'am, the body belonged to your husband. I'm terribly sorry." He was mechanical, and offered his hand to her knee as a comfort. The sundress had ridden up a bit, and he felt the soft, smooth skin of her leg.

Melissa stared blankly back at him. She felt her face getting a little pale. "J... Jim's dead? But how? I just saw him Monday..."

Officer Baker retracted his hand. "I know, Miss. I'm sure this comes as a shock to you. His body had been..."

Melissa stopped him. "No, no. I don't want to know. I... don't think I want to know."

"Understood, ma'am. Listen, since you were the last person to have interacted with him, I'm going to need to ask you a few questions..."

Shit.

Melissa started to sniffle a bit, felt her tears welling up, and reached for the tissues that were on the side table. Oddly enough, the liquor made this all a bit harder. "Of... of course, Officer." She dabbed her eyes and blew her nose, her face a runny mess. Thank God she hadn't put on makeup; then she'd really be a mess.

"Ma'am, what time did you drop him off at the airport?" He tried to look her in the eye, but couldn't help but look lower, into her cleavage, tucked inside her dress and exposed more as she heaved forward.

Through sniffles, she replied, "Around 7:30. He was on the 9:45 to BWI."

"Do you happen to know the airline, ma'am?"

"Southwest."

"And you saw him get out and go into the terminal?"

Now the tears had to hit full blast. Melissa turned them on, starting to sob, barely getting out, "Yes... I said goodbye... kissed his... cheek..." She started bawling, grabbed another tissue, and covered her face, making a wet and sticky mess of the paper.

Officer Baker looked squarely at the ground in front of her bare feet. Though he'd had the same training as everyone else, this wasn't a part of him. He let her grieve for a moment, then stood up and walked to the window. He moved to his radio, and clicked the intercom. "Main office, let the people working the Smith case back there know they're going to need to head to BWI to get the passenger manifest for..."

Melissa froze. Shit. Paper trail. He had the plane ticket, didn't get on, but what if they asked for security footage next? Record of passing through homeland security? Shit shit shit. Her tears and snot came to a stop, and she wiped her face.

That was odd, Baker thought. "More details later, 10-4." He turned back to Melissa and sat down back on the couch. Now, he leaned forward, getting a little bit in her face, ignoring how the sun hit her hair, making her look angelic. But she was no angel. Something wasn't right here. He had a knack for getting those hunches.

Melissa continued to blot her eyes, but her mind racing meant she wasn't able to keep the tears running. She was frantic, and was sure her eyes showed it. Shit shit shit! This had all gone to plan so far.

"Miss, I'll need you to walk me through the events of that morning, again."

"Of... course, sir. Well, I got up around 6, put on a pot of coffee, threw on some clothes, and then drove my husband the twenty minutes to the airport. He got out, I waved goodbye, and drove..."

"Waved, from outside the car, right after you kissed him and hugged him, right?" Baker leaned in closer, before noticing something. "You been drinking this morning, ma'am?"

She gulped. "Um, yes sir..." She started to feel her words slur. Oops. Shouldn't have gone back for number two. Could have remembered that sweet wife thing. "And yes, of course, after that."

Baker continued, noting the drinking, tucking it in the back of his mind. Could mean a lot of things. "Things all right here at home, Miss? And don't lie to me, I'll be asking all of your friends, and I'm sure they'll be a lot more honest."

Another gulp. He was good. "Well, we have been drifting apart." As he drifted into string after string of whores, she thought.

"Go on."

"Well..." fuck it, may as well, she thought. "I'd found a note to another woman..."

Motive. Last to see him. Shit, she mutilated her husband's body and left it to rot. This was a hell of a lot sicker than things he dealt with on the street. "So, what's the route to BWI from here?"

This question took Melissa aback. She turned her mind from the string of women she was sure he'd felt up, kissed, let suck him off. "Well, you could take 95 to 100 around the back way, or you could just go up to 195..."

"Can't recall which way you took, can you?" Baker slipped his pad aside and reached for his handcuffs. God, she made him sick.

Melissa sat there, stiff. Goddamnit, how could he have cheated on her so many times? That good for nothing sonofabitch had it coming, and she didn't care anymore. She got a scowl on her face and looked off, away from Officer Baker.

"Want to know what I think, Ms. Smith? You can't remember that because you didn't drive to BWI that morning, you were busy dumping off your husband's body..."

"Oh, that fucker deserved everything he got."

Bingo. Baker stood up. "Ms. Smith, I'm going to need you to stand up. You're under arrest..."

"Oh, fuck no I ain't going anywhere. That motherfucker was out fucking anything that moved instead of me, he can sit and rot and I ain't going to jail."

"Ms. Smith, I'm not going to ask you again." Baker's blood started to rise. She disgusted him, he didn't care how her husband had been treating her, it wasn't illegal. But how couldn't he be sleeping with his wife? Christ, she had one of the best figures... no. She was going to have to pay for her crime. "Stand up," he said, reaching for his cuffs.

"You can call in the cavalry, honey," she giggled, the liquor fully getting to her, "I ain't going nowhere."

The rage boiled over in him. He took her by the hand, yanking her out of the chair. "Miss, you're coming with me, you're under arrest."

She tried to wrench her hand free, but his grasp was too strong. "Listen, you can do what you want to me, but God as my witness I am not the guilty one here." Actual tears started now. "You have no idea what it's like, being ignored, keeping yourself gorgeous for a man while he goes off and... dips his wick in anything that moves. I wasted my life, and he deserved that killin'."

Most of her very impassioned speech went right past him, as he was more focused on her lips, her wrist, and how he was going to get her into the cop car. It wasn't right what he did to her... he was an ass. Blood still boiling, but now in slightly a different direction, Officer Baker decided to handle this arrest a little differently.

Before she knew it, Melissa was being turned around and shoved into the couch. Fuck this, she thought, and she kicked her heel into the policeman's knee. He stuttered, but grabbed a hold of her other hand from underneath her, arm sliding over her breast as he did so. He clicked her cuffs closed, and let her lay there, face in a couch cushion.

Goddamn, this bitch was out of control, he thought. "Bitch, you're just adding on. Now it's murder and resisting arrest, you got that?" He said as he reached over, pulled her off the cushion by her hair and yelled into her face. "You have no idea what you're dealing with here, woman!"

She spat in his face. "Fuck you, asshole."

A thought flashed over Baker's mind. Don't mind if I do. He kept his eyes locked on hers, then he reached down to the hem of that sundress, yanking it up over her ass and cuffed hands. Her ass was bare, a milky white color. "Don't mind if I do," he said, completing his thought, grinning, and leaving her face.

What? Melissa was confused, but as she tried to get up using only her knees, she felt his boot clamp down on her right calf. Fuck, that hurt, she thought, but she looked up at him, watching him wipe the spit off of her face. She watched, partly in horror and partly in anticipation, as he moved to wipe that spit off on her bald pussy.

This strong man having his way with her was something she'd been missing, and she moaned as he touched her. He seemed to ignore her noise, eyes fixed on her cunt, which was starting to glisten with moisture. He quickly unzipped his pants and dropped them in one motion with his boxers, his cock springing forth, already mostly hard.

Baker lowered himself over her, lining up his cock into her hole. He looked up at her, and to his surprise she was looking back with a lust that he hadn't seen before in anyone. Out of control, he smacked her cheek. "Turn your head. Don't you fucking watch me, bitch."

Melissa bit her lip, the sting in her cheek sent a rush through her whole body. She shoved her face back into the pillow, and moved her other leg apart, giving the officer a little easier access to her.

He was surprised at how wet this cunt was already. He slipped his head inside and found that, though tight, he was able to slide himself inside with relative ease. He started drilling about half his cock in her, letting long strides take him deeper and deeper into this killer's pussy.

Moans emerged from the cushion as the officer began to plow faster. The lubricant started to slide down Melissa's leg, onto the suede couch, and covered Baker's glistening cock. Needing more, Baker reached up and grabbed the woman by the shoulders, using her as leverage to piston in and out of her harder and faster. His pants were no match for the heaving coming out of his killer, whom he was fucking for all he was worth.

Melissa had to turn her head, breathing through the couch was starting to make her short of breath. She saw an intensity in the cop's eyes as he pounded her, something she missed and desperately wanted and needed. He noticed her, though, and smacked her bare ass, hard. "I said no," he screamed.

"But I like it," she said, and she moaned "oh God, yes," as he smacked her ass again, getting the couch even more moist. "Oh God, officer, punish me. Show me how bad I've been."

The words flowed over Baker like water, and only fueled his rage. This was just, this raw fucking of this guilty woman was right, and he was going to fuck her until he was good and done. He reached back, holding himself inside, and grabbed his baton from his belt clip. As he leaned forward, sliding himself back in, picking up his pace, it was the cold leather wrapping around his nightstick that cracked her ass, leaving a long red welt. He began filling both of her ass cheeks with these marks, lustily driving himself in and out of her all the while.

The pain drove her mad. Melissa was in tears, though not entirely from pain. Though she let out yelps of pain at each one, they only made her push back on his cock more, and after several swipes, she felt her pussy clench as she came on his cock. Tired and hungry, she kept pushing, but her intensity from before couldn't be matched.

Luckily for her, her climax, her pussy milking the officer's cock, was his last straw. He angled himself upward and started pistoning more intently at her climax, and with a loud groan, buried his shaft inside her as he came, preferring to leave himself inside her until he'd finished. As his waves subsided, his cock diminished, he pulled out to a gentle moan from the killer. Leaving to find a towel, he left her a red, sticky, handcuffed disaster on the couch.

He returned before long, grabbed his pants, and started to prepare to leave, stopping to take his handcuffs back just before leaving without a word. "We'll not discuss this form of justice, isn't that right?" Baker said, looking down at her mess of a face.

Melissa could only nod, still enraptured with what had happened. As he turned to exit, her dress still halfway up her back, he heard him radio in, "Negative on that BWI check, Clarice..."

Checking his watch, he saw that he was off of his shift. He looked back at the door, wondered what would come of this meeting. He decided to radio in again, to cover himself. "HQ, go ahead and clock me out, I'm just going to follow up on a thing or two over here at the Smith murder." "10-4," came the reply, and the officer walked back to the unlocked door, entered, locked it behind himself, and looked over the woman again. No, he decided, her justice wasn't nearly done yet.



Officer of the Law



Hesitating just long enough to bend over and brush her lips against his, she pulled his belt open, popped out the hook at the top of his uniform pants and began working the zipper down between her legs. He groaned when her hand cupped his erection but she kept going for what she wanted - his hard throbbing manhood.

As Sally struggled to pull his shirt out of his pants, Gene's hands slipped into the minimal cover of her blouse, cupping her full globes as if he had just found a treasure. She shivered slightly and pressed toward him, loving the feeling of his big, rough hands on her cool, smooth flesh. He shifted from one side to the other to let her pull his shirt free.

Unable to push his pants lower without him standing, Sally pushed forward, putting her arms around his neck and kissing him while she rocked her bottom back and forth, feeling his hard throbbing manhood pressing against her hot bottom.

Sally whispered, "We could be more comfortable in my bedroom, if you'd like."

With a hand under her bottom, Gene struggled up from the couch, holding his pants with the other hand. Her legs locked behind his waist and he followed her instructions to her bed. Stopping beside the bed, he let his pants drop to the floor and stepped out of them, then pushed his underwear to the floor and kicked them out of the way. Gently laying her on the edge of the bed, he let his hands slide down her sides until he hooked his fingers into her shorts and slowly pulled them off her smoothly shaven legs.

Still holding her legs, on one each shoulder, he dropped to his knees and began kissing her inner thigh just above her knee. By the time he was kissing the concave valley between her leg and body, Sally was already squirming in anticipation. However instead of settling on her growing desire, he skipped over to the other knee and repeated the process. This time she couldn't wait for him to finish and taste her treasure. She ran her fingers through his hair and pulled him roughly to her dripping cunt, forcing his face deeply into her open crease.

Four times Sally quaked through orgasms as Gene ate her delicious pussy or licked her anus. Then when he finally stabbed an inch of curled tongue into her sphincter, he thought she had literally exploded - and she could never remember having a climax so intense. 

Tenderly, Gene picked up Sally's limp body and rearranged her in the middle of the bed with pillows behind her head. Holding her legs apart, he guided his raging erection to her sopping wet hole and eased it into her. She still had her eyes closed but her smile gave him encouragement to continue. Starting at her hairline, he kissed every inch of exposed skin that he could reach, until he had covered the area under her wonderful breasts. Unable to reach lower without retracting his cock, he straightened over her and began slowly walking his probe out and in, out and in, out and in, loving the feeling of her velvety channel. By the time Gene shot his hot white cum deep into sexy Sally's soppy sanctuary, she had cum twice more and was extremely please with her choice of partners. 

Exhausted, Gene rolled over and pulled Sally close. He was asleep in a few minutes.

Gene didn't hear the timid knock on the front door. Sally carefully slipped out of bed, pulled on a light robe and padded to the front. She was not surprised to find her mother standing there, looking more forlorn than ever.

"Hi. Come on in, Mom."

"Hi, sweetie. I saw the car and got worried. Is anything ..."

The question died as she took in the clothes and shoes scattered around the living room.

"Oh, I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to interrupt."

Sally pulled her mom close and gave her a hug. She knew that she had been a very lonely person since her father had died over two years earlier.

"That's okay, Mom. You're not interrupting."

"Oh? You've already finished?"

"Well ... for now," Sally grinned knowingly. "Who knows about later?"

They both laughed.

"Come on," Sally said, "let me show him to you."

They walked quietly down the hall into the room where Gene still slept, as naked as when he had fucked the sweet Sally. She watched her mother's gaze go longingly from Gene's face to her feet and back to his flaccid cock. She licked her lips; Sally knew exactly what she was thinking.

"Come on, Mom. Let me introduce you."

Sally pushed her mom onto the edge of the bed where she sat just inches from Gene's glistening genitals. Sally sat closer to Gene's head, facing her mom. She leaned over and kissed Gene on the mouth, her tongue gently probing between his lips. Gene slowly came awake, first conscious of the lips covering his own and secondly aware of the soft hand stroking his flaccid member.

Suddenly his eyes flew open as he realized that Sally's hands were around his neck. Then who ...

"Easy, baby, easy. Everything is okay. I want you to meet my mother, Nan. Mom, this is Gene." 

Remembering his naked state, Gene turned bright red and his hand searched for the covers but then he remembered Sally tossing them off the bed to the floor in the middle of their earlier activities. He put his hand between his legs to cover himself but on succeeded in covering Sally's mom's hand. She didn't pull away.

"Hi, Gene. My Sally thinks you're a nice guy so you must be okay. I hope you don't ... mind me touching. It has been so long."

"Dad died more than two years ago and Mom has not been with a man since then. I was just wondering. Would you mind ... I mean, I would love to see my mom happy again. Would you ... " her voice dropped to a whisper, "fuck her?"

"Oh, no, Sally! I couldn't ask him to do that!" Mom was embarrassed that her daughter would ask such a thing.

Gene sat up but Nan's hand continued to hold his now-rock hard erection. "I'd love to, ladies. Please let me help."

He bent to Nan and their mouths closed in a soft kiss that quickly turned into needy greed. His hand found her large heavy breast and she melted against him. Sally was already working to open the fastening of Nan's clothes and, with Gene's help, she was soon naked.

Gene surveyed Nan's mature body, noticing how much fuller her breasts were than Sally's, how much broader her hips were, and also realized that those features did nothing to detract from her desirability. He laid her in the center of the bed and began to cover her with kisses. However before he could get to her thighs, as he had with Sally, she was obviously so hot she couldn't wait. He buried his face in her wet twat and began a tongue search.

It was amazing how little stimulation it required of Gene to get Nan to a climax. Even the second time around didn't take that long and when he shifted to her anus, the reaction was almost instantaneous. Only then did he climb into her saddle, where he found Sally steering his throbbing erection into her mom's vagina. For a few moments, he chowed down on her lusciously large nipples and then he began concentrating on reaming out her tight love tunnel and titillating her clitoris.

Several minutes later, Nan had gone through two spectacularly explosive orgasms just before Gene spewed another load of cum deep into her quim. He carefully rolled off her and lay on his back holding her close while he struggled to gain his breath. However when Sally squirmed between his legs and started licking his limp cock, he spread his legs and welcomed her attention.

Twenty minutes later, Sally moved up on the bed on hands and knees and gave Gene a "what are you waiting for?" look. He climbed behind her, slid his cock into her pussy and began another slow grinding fuck.

The following morning, Gene awoke on his side facing the beautiful Sally. But it was not her that had awakened him; it was the hand between his legs slowly massaging his balls. He turned enough to see Nan, who pressed her heavy tits into his back and smiled.

"Interested in a morning fuck?" he asked.

"What do you think?"

"I think we may wake your daughter."

"That's okay. She's got to get ready for work soon. Let's do it."

Both of them rolled over so that Gene was behind Nan. Lifting her top leg, he guided his cock into her slick pussy as she tucked her legs up toward her chin, giving him easy access to her treasure. In a few minutes, Sally slipped up behind him and began fondling his testicles. It only took a few minutes for him to tease Nan into another climax and then he filled her with his own sperm.

While they hastily ate breakfast, Sally invited both Gene and her mom back later that week.

Back on the road, Gene had a fairly typical day with speeders dominating his day. Four times he issued tickets to almost naked ladies but nothing else happened. Then toward the end of his shift, he pulled up behind an old motorhome sitting on the shoulder of the road. He got out and strolled around the RV, not seeing anyone until he got to the right hand side. There were five women, all probably later teens or early twenties, all in rather skimpy shorts and tops looking at a smoking tire on the rear tandem.

"Hello, folks. What's going on?"

They all jumped at his voice but one of them took charge. "It looks like something's wrong with that tire but we're not sure."

"Let me take a look."

Gene knelt in front of the axle and pulled out his night stick. Taking a big swing at the inside tire, the stick doesn't bounce back.

"Ah, looks like you have a flat, ladies. Do you have a spare?"

"Yeah, it's on the back."

"How about a jack?"

"I think it is in the side compartment. Let me check ... yeah, here it is."

"Good. If some of you ladies will, bring three of those big rocks over there. We'll chock the front wheels with two and use a big flat one to stabilize the jack, okay?"

They scrambled off to do his bidding while he took the cover off the outer hub. In a few minutes, the front was chocked and the jack was set in place. Gene pulled off the outer wheel and then struggled with the rusted inner wheel, which obviously had not been off the vehicle in a long time.

While Gene worked, the women kept up a running commentary to him. Jeannie introduced herself and her sisters Karen and Marty and their cousins Tracey and Carla.

Gene found a heavy rubber mallet in the RV's toolbox and used that to bang on the flat tire until the wheel finally came loose from its rusted location. In the process though, he had stepped into a hidden mud puddle and coated his shiny uniform shoes, smudged both his shirt and pants with dirt, and covered his hands in road filth.

With a sigh, he replaced the tires and spun the lug nuts down tight. He popped the hub cover back on and then rolled the flat over to load on the carrier. Lowering the jack, he stowed all the tools back in the box and told them he thought they were good to go.

"Gene, why don't you step inside and let us help you get cleaned up?" Jeannie asked.

"No, I don't want to mess up your RV."

"Oh, but it wouldn't be a problem. Please ... come let us do something for you."

"Oh, I've got some hand cleaner in my squad ... "

Just them the RV door opened and a naked Carla dropped down to stand on the pull-out steps. "Would you come in now, Gene?"

An equally naked Karen peeked out of the RV. "Yeah, we really want to show our appreciation, Gene."

He couldn't help but grin in lusty anticipation. He headed to the door and swung up behind the beautiful young women. The other three followed close behind. Five pairs of hands attacked Gene's clothing and shoes, leaving him quickly naked. He was led down the short hallway to the rear bedroom, the other three cousins following as they shed their clothes.

Gene couldn't believe he found himself in bed with five such gorgeous women intent on having sex with him but he decided he was not going to turn down their offer. He soon had his raging hard-on buried balls deep in Carla's tight little pussy. After he left a deposit inside her, the girls took turns licking and sucking him until he was hard again and in succession, he fucked Karen, Jeannie, Tracey and Marty.

Somehow as he was sampling their favors, the girls found time to clean and polish his shoes and carefully wipe most of the smudges from his uniform, along with helping him clean his hands and some smudges from his face. Not only had he fucked all five women, he left the RV looking almost normal. What an encounter that had been!

Gene was very late checking into the station that evening and kind of stretched the truth about "helping some stranded motorists up north." However the night sergeant noted the dirt smudges and suggested that Gene not try to play mechanic.

The following day was rather quiet until Gene spotted tire tracks going off the side of the road toward a copse of trees. Parking the squad, he followed the tracks on foot and found a car, overturned in a shallow creek, the driver still belted in and long dead. Gene's frame of mind went to pot in a hurry as he called for EMT and a tow vehicle.

A few hours later, he responded to a call from the dispatcher about an accident on the north end of his territory. Long before he got to the site, traffic had come to a complete standstill. When he drove the squad along the shoulder until he reached the sight, he found a semi jackknifed across most of the highway, with a load of stamped steel parts of some sort scattered over a mile of roadway. Several vehicles had already driven over the parts and shredded their tires, bringing them to a screeching halt.

Using his shoulder-mounted wireless radio, Gene reported to the dispatcher to get the equipment and help they would need to right the truck and clear the roadway as he started the long walk to the truck. He had spotted a man sitting on the spare tire rack of the trailer and approached him. The guy had been driving the truck and seemed dazed but otherwise unhurt. There were no injuries that he could find but it would take hours to clean up the mess and get traffic flowing again.

When he was finally able to get away from the site with traffic finally moving, Gene was glad that he had a date to meet Sally and Nan. The greeted him warmly, listened to his tale of woe, and provided soft comfort for the rest of the night - although Gene did require an infusion of energy later to replace some of that spent fucking the two lovable women. When he dropped off to sleep, he was feeling good and had a smile on both his mind and face.

The next day, a Saturday, was the eye of the storm. Lots of traffic had appeared on Friday night as people scurried around to different destinations for the weekend. Sunday evening they would be returning to their home habitat and it would be a mad scramble again. Saturdays were usually just a little bit lighter.

Gene got one call to escort a semi with an oversized load - a bridge beam heading for a down-state location. It went off smoothly even though some impatient motorists got irate at the holdup. He got another call to back up a fellow trooper on the bordering territory to the south; they had an accident that required extra officers. It was relatively routine work with no serious injuries involved.

He wrote seven tickets that day for speeding, a rather desultory day in his line of work. Late in the afternoon while sitting at the northernmost turnaround, he had just decided to shut down and call it a day when the numbers on the display suddenly started going up in a hurry. They topped out at a flashing 92-93. He had the squad running as the car passed the turnout. He hit the lights and wound out the big Interceptor engine. Still they were seven miles downstream when he pulled up behind the car idling on the berm.

The license check came up negative. Gene walked up to the car to find the driver, a woman, bent over the steering wheel sobbing loudly.

"Ma'am? Are you alright?"

No response.

"Ma'am? Can you talk to me?"

"What?"

"Are you alright?"

"Hell, no! Does it look like I'm alright?"

"Can you tell me what is wrong?"

"Fuck if I know! That shit-eating bastard! Just decided to leave."

"Who is that, ma'am?"

"My fucking shit-head boyfriend, that's who."

"He left? What did he leave?"

"What? Oh, he left me ... and his baby!"

"Oh? What baby is that?"

"MY baby! He left me and my baby alone. That son-of-a-bitch!"

"Where is he now?"

"That bastard moved to Atlanta!"

"Where is your baby?"

"With my mother."

"He's not with your boyfriend?"

"Fuck, no! That shit-head wouldn't even change a fucking diaper, let alone take care of the kid long term."

"Ma'am, why does all of this make it right for you to drive over 20 miles an hour over the speed limit?"

"Oh, my god! You just have no fucking idea, do you? Look."

She yanked her loose blouse up, baring a pair of huge hooters. "You see these? Watch!"

She lightly squeezed the right one and three streams of white liquid shot across the front seat of the car, landing on the floor carpet. She turned back to me.

"Do you have any fucking idea how much these things hurt when they overflow? Do you? Well, I'm telling you they hurt like hell, mister! I'm in pain!"

"Ma'am, I'm so sorry. I know I don't know. How far are you from home?"

Suddenly the woman began crying again. "Nearly two hours." Her voice was just above a whisper. "I'm not gonna make it. What ... am I going to do?"

"I don't know, ma'am. If you can think of something I can do, some way I can get you help, I'll be glad to do it, ma'am. Anything."

She sat up, drying her eyes on the hem of her blouse. "Would you ... help me get to ... maybe a motel? Maybe we can find a way to relieve the pressure?" She looked up at Gene, her eyes begging for help.

"Yes, ma'am. There's a small motel at the next exit, about four miles down. Why don't you head there? I'll arrange for you to have a room where you can rest and we'll see if you need anything else. Okay?"

"Yes, officer. Thank you for your help. Please, let's hurry."

With his lights (but no siren), they made good time. Gene went into the office and explained to the manager that he had a driver who needed to lay down and get some rest. The manager gave him a short-term rate to cover the cost of housekeeping. Gene walked down to unit 107 and opened the door with the female driver right behind him.

She went directly to the bed and sat down, pulling her blouse off and holding her aching breasts. She was moaning in obvious distress and Gene asked how he could help. He was startled when she asked if he would suck her tits but then agreed if that would help.

She propped against the pillows at the headboard and had Gene lay across her lap propped on his elbow as she guided her swollen tit to his mouth. No sooner had his lips closed around the distended nipple than he felt warm sweet milk begin to fill his mouth. She let him suck for only a couple of minutes and then made him change nipples. A couple of minutes at that one to relieve the initial pressure and she moved him back to the first tit.

Gene had been sucking again for just a few moments when she started moaning, then muttered, "Oh, baby, oh, my god, that feels so good, baby, that makes me feel so-o-o-o horny, honey." He jumped as her hand rubbed his crotch but he settled back and kept nursing as she rubbed his stiff cock.

Several minutes later, the woman sighed and whispered, "Would you please fuck me, honey? I need it really bad. Please!"

Gene scrambled off the bed and jerked off his clothes. In the meantime, the woman bunched her skirt around her waist and kicked off her panties, spreading her legs to receive Gene's attentions. When he settled into her saddle and eased his cock into her hot pussy, she smiled and greeted him warmly with a wet kiss as well as her wet twat. Then, holding his cock deep inside her and flexing from time to time, Gene went back to sucking her second tit. Not for several minutes, until the pressure had been noticeably reduced, did he began to fuck her cunt.




Officer of the Law



Laying side by side, both of them sated, the woman hugged and kissed Gene profusely, thanking him for relieving the pressure in her tits and relieving her horniness too by helping her to three orgasms. Just before they parted, the woman gave Gene a whole series of tonsil-swabbing kisses, then Gene headed home feeling good himself.

Gene had Sunday off work. Monday as he drove, he found himself whistling all day, finally realizing that it was because he had a date with Sally and Nan that evening. The mother-daughter combination offered him such a vast array of delights that he could not imagine anything better.

Even after he took them to a nice little steak house for dinner and then spent over three hours romping in bed with the two lovely women, he couldn't have been more pleased. And they seemed delighted with him too. In fact just before they went to sleep, Sally asked Gene if he would be interested in moving in with her. Although Nan had her own house, she had started staying over every night when Gene was there. He didn't think long before he told Sally he'd love to move in.

Maybe it was pure coincidence; maybe it was one of the perks of being an officer of the law.

The End.