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The Lady Cop

By: havsumfun1



It was late Sunday night when I flew home from a business trip, landing in a cold Fall rain. I'm a haberdasher, specializing in high end suits, run my own shop and had just spent the last four days in New York City meeting with suppliers and taking in a few fashion shows. My plan was to go home, unpack my suits, and sleep for eighteen hours, but fate was about to intervene in the strangest of ways.

I parked my car in the garage and walked through the rain to the back porch, opened the screen door and saw the window was broken, the door unlocked. Oh shit, I thought, chills going through me. Dropping my luggage, I went through the house and sure enough, I'd been robbed! The flat screen tv and surround sound stereo were gone, and they also got the microwave. I ran upstairs to my dressing room, breathing a sigh of relief upon seeing all my clothes still in the closet. I've got more than fifty custom suits and tuxedos, plus all the shirts, shoes, handkerchiefs, pocket squares and accessories, a very valuable wardrobe, especially for someone in my business. Suits are my life, the only time I'm not wearing one is at the gym or while doing yard work, otherwise I'm always dressed for success.

I was relieved until checking the top bureau drawer and the watches were gone! I only had five of them but they were top of the line, Tag Heuer, Movado, Rolex, Cartier, and a very exotic Breitling, almost $20,000 of watches I'd collected over the last twenty years, gone. My face flushed, I went downstairs, poured myself a Scotch and called the police. I started making a list of missing items, everything could be replaced, except those watches. At least my laptop and camera were with me on the trip and safe. 

I also started a pot of coffee and by the time I'd gone through the house it was almost an hour since I called the police. They must be really busy at midnight on a Sunday, I thought, when I heard a hard knock at the front door. To say I was irritated is an understatement, the edge was taken off by the Scotch, but I was prepared to give these cops a piece of my mind for the slow response. Until I opened the door, that is.

She was a lady cop, almost a foot shorter than me, sandy blonde hair peeking from under a black hat, her body rounded out and mostly hidden under the dark uniform, solid looking. But her face was like an angel, smooth chalk white skin and pale pink lips, a soft sloping nose and piercing green eyes. "Hi, please, uh, come in," I told her. 

"I'm officer Collins," her voice was husky, like she was trying to be tough. "Are you, the homeowner?" She demanded, her light brown eyebrows furrowing.

"Yes, Thomas Avenel, I own the house." She brushed past me into the living room and could see where the tv and stereo were missing. "They broke in through the back door," I started to explain but she cut me right off.

"OK, when did you discover the break in? And why are you wearing a suit this late?" I felt her eyes on me, the cop, judging. What a bitch, I thought, my emotions getting the better of me. "I discovered the break in an hour and a half ago when I called and reported it. I just got home from New York City on business. That's why I'm wearing a suit this late. Now do you want to see where they broke in or not?"

Officer Collins pretty green eyes narrowed for a second, burning into my own and then I just laughed. "What's so funny?" she asked. "Ok," I raised my hands up, "I get it. This is probably really boring bullshit for you and I'm really fucking sorry I got robbed here and ruined your whole goddamn night. I'd say let's forget this altogether except I need a police report for my insurance company. If you want to be a bitch about it then fine, must be fun going around bullying innocent people that get their shit broken into and ripped off." I took a defiant sip of Scotch, not taking my eyes from her.

For a second I thought she was going to explode but then she softened, the trace of a smile on her lips. "Ya know, I've been attacked by stupid drunk homeowners before, bullshit DV calls," she said, walking straight towards me. She reached out and touched the lapel of my suit coat, feeling the smooth material, "But you look pretty harmless in the suit and all. This is nice," she gave a soft caress and let go.

"Thanks. Silk from China, custom made in Italy." Our eyes were locked, and I felt a thrill running through me. "And I'm not drunk. Want some coffee?" 

"Sure," she smiled. "Show me the broken door."

I got her a cup of coffee and she checked the door and started filling out paperwork. "Pretty standard, these wood doors with the windows on them are a real security issue. You're better off with a solid steel door and a locking storm door. Crooks see that and move on."

I noticed a scent coming from her, like lavender, very light on the air. Her head was down, scribbling on the clipboard. I walked her through the house, noting the stolen items and then she headed upstairs. As I followed her up my face was less than a foot from the incredible sight of her shapely ass, taught against the seam of those tight black cop pants under the equipment belt with her gun and accessories. Two round globes swaying between wide, athletic hips. Jesus, I thought, licking my lips, lady cop must work out hardcore.

At the top of the stairs I lead the way to the dressing room to show her where the watches were. I opened the drawer but she was staring with a smile at the rack of suits and the full length wall mirrors. "Wow, you've got some clothes here."

"You have no idea," I smiled and explained what I do for a living.

"Really?" Officer Collins, cocked her head. "You probably know more about fashion than I do."

"Well, you're current ensemble leaves a lot to be desired," I heard myself saying as I fantasized about that curvy body, "But in your line of work it fits quite nicely." She blushed, to my astonishment.

It was strange, I normally go for the tall, dark, extra thin type, but that black cop uniform combined with the blonde hair, pale skin and those sparkling green eyes were turning me on. "Uh, anyway," I said, coming back to myself, "The watches were in here."

"Here," she pointed to the drawer at the same time I did, our hands grazing and it was almost electric. I looked into the mirror on the bureau and our eyes met. Her lips pressed together, almost a frown and the image of us kissing started off in my mind. The moment stretched on and then the radio attached to her shoulder crackled. She stepped out of the room, speaking into it and I followed her back downstairs to the kitchen, wondering if I'd blown an opportunity there.

"Okay HQ," she was saying, "I'll catch up with the other unit in five minutes, out. Okay Mr. Avenel, I need you to sign this report," Damn, I thought, she's back all business. What the hell was I thinking? I signed the statement. "So do you think I'll ever see my stuff again?"

"Not your tv or stereo," she laughed, totally serious. "But those watches, we'll see. I'm going to take a look at something right now, so give me your number and here's my card."

"Uh, yeah," my heart leapt in my throat and I rattled my number off, using all my willpower not to snatch her business card off the counter. Just be cool, man, I told myself. 

"Ok," she started for the front door and I followed, "Keep your phone on, this might not take long. I know it's late, have another drink or," she cocked an eyebrow, "change outta that stuffy suit or something."

Now it was my turn to blush but I laughed it off. "My suits are definitely not stuffy. Thank you Ms. Collins."

She laughed, "You're right, it's pretty sexy. Bye!" I watched her walk to the police cruiser and jump in. She hit the flashers and raced down the street before the siren kicked on. My cock stirred, my breath was short, I loosened my tie, took it off, and made another drink.

I couldn't get the image of this hot blonde lady cop out of my mind, mentally undressing her, imagining all the naughty things we would do and I recognized it for it was: animal attraction.

I took a deep breath, and then a few more, calming myself. It was forty-five minutes later and I was pouring a cup of coffee from the pot when my cell rang. "Mr. Avenel, this Officer Collins. I've got good news and bad news if you're still up."

"Of course, I've still got your coffee going here," I tried to sound smooth, "Unless you can't..."

"Nah, I just clocked out for lunch," She sounded playful, "So open your door already." And there was her knock.

"Woah, snuck up on me," I laughed and hung up. 

"I don't always have my flashers and siren on," she said with a crooked smile when I let her in. 

"Hmm, I guess," our eyes were locked, we both wanted this, it was just a matter of making it happen. "So what's the news?"

"Bad news, you'll never see your tv or stereo again. Good news," she held up a plastic grocery bag from behind her back and thrust it at me, "Let me know if any of these look familiar."

"Oh my God," I couldn't believe it. They were all there! "How did you...?"

She poured herself some coffee and explained. I kept looking from the watches to her, standing there in the soft kitchen light, hat off, still intimidating in the uniform but radiant. "These crackheads dump stuff like this as soon as they can for nothing. We kicked down a few doors, cracked a few heads together and what do you know, there's your watches."

Jesus, I thought she looked flush from the strong coffee I made but it was probably from kicking some ass. "I can't thank you enough, I mean, really, this is incredible." I put the watches down on the counter, looking straight at her and she put the coffee cup down, staring back at me. "If there's anything I can do for you..." I said, moving towards her, "Anything at all..."

She crashed into me, our arms grabbing each other, our lips locked together, tongues entwined. She tasted like the coffee, her hot mouth pressing into mine, the rough uniform, gun on her belt, digging into my side. I couldn't believe I was kissing this gorgeous lady cop but by now all reason was gone. We released each other, just standing and staring, both of us knowing the time for any reconsideration had passed. I grabbed her by the hand and led her to the couch in the living room which was the nearest place we could fuck on.

She took off her coat and laid it on the leather wing chair then grasped her oversized belt with both hands and shrugged it off. "Get that suit off, Mr. Avenel," she growled but I had already taken my coat off and laid it on the other chair. It wasn't fast enough for her, she grasped my shirt, pulled it up out my pants and ripped it off me, the buttons flying through the air as she yanked it down my arms and let it drop to the floor. "Sorry, I'm so fucking horny I can't wait," she yanked her black turtleneck up over her head, exposing more creamy white skin and a nice set of small c-cup tits straining against a black sports bra. 

I smiled, looking over her tight, ripped body. I could fix that shirt as easy as sewing buttons, it didn't make me mad at all. "I can't wait either," I said as the bra came off revealing her full tits, the small pink nipples going hard in my fingers as I took one in each hand and we started kissing again. Our tongues explored while we undid each others pants, letting them drop to the floor. She pushed me down on the couch and I licked my lips, taking in that white hot body, strong legs, covered now only by a pair of tight black cotton panties. 

She leaned down, grasping my silk boxers, sliding them off as she dropped to her knees. Her hands worked up my thighs, cupping my balls and she gave my cock a firm first stroke. "Mmmm," she purred, gazing with an approving look as she jerked me fully erect. "You're hard as a rock," she put me right into her hungry mouth. I laid back on my elbows, watching her swallow me all the way down, sucking her cheeks in as her head bobbed up and down, waves of pleasure washing over me as I flexed my cock inside that hot mouth. It was almost excruciating as she sucked hungrily, lightly pressing my balls in her free hand, stopping to suck on the head like her favorite lollipop and kissing her way up and down the shaft. 

I had to pull away in order not to come. She got up and slipped her panties off, a landing patch of dark blonde hair atop her soaking mound. I wanted to taste her immediately and moved toward her but she pushed me back, straddling my legs as she stroked her pussy, fingers and lips glistening. Before I could even say anything about a condom she took my cock and rubbed it against her, teasing her clit, wetting me with her hot pussy. She re-positioned herself and worked me inside and with a sigh arched herself all the way down to the base and started pounding against me. 

I grabbed her hips and answered each thrust from her with a hard pump of my own, flexing my cock as hard as possible at the top. Her eyes narrowed, locking into mine as we worked together. She rode me harder, grinding as I pushed back, and it wasn't long until she went still, crying out as her pussy gripped tighter. She collapsed on top of me, soft and smooth as my hands ran up and down her body and we kissed some more. I could feel her pussy squeezing my cock deep, not letting me go soft inside her. "That feels so good," I told her.

She didn't say anything, just sighed a little, still catching her breath as she held onto me. Slowly, I started to pump again and she shifted forward, pushing her tits into my face so I could lick and suck those precious nipples hard in my mouth. My hands cupped and rubbed her ass cheeks and when I gave one a hard smack she bucked back against me with a cry. She moved back down and we were kissing again, arms locked around each other, hips crashing together as we fucked like mad on the couch. "Mmmm," she slammed her pussy into me, "I'm... gonna... cum... again...,"

I grabbed onto her hips and thrust up hard, again and again as she screamed out her second orgasm. I slowed my tempo, letting her calm down, but still felt like a man possessed. My cock slid wet from her tight pussy as I rolled her over onto her back, kissing my way down her stomach. She was all muscle, silky smooth skin and her pussy tasted beautiful. I licked and kissed up and down her pussy lips, teasing her clit with my tongue, sucking it into my mouth, torturing it with gentle, persistent attention. She came alive again as I slid two fingers into her pussy, strong thighs clamping around my head as I searched for the spot inside which would bring her ultimate pleasure. When I found it she began bucking against my face. I sucked her clit harder, flicking furiously inside her with my fingers on that magic spot.

"OH FUCK!" She screamed, "DON'T STOP! DON'T FUCKING STOP!" She screamed and I didn't until she screamed again, releasing my head from her legs and pushing me away the sensation too much for her. I licked my lips, savoring the taste of her pussy, breathing it in deep.

"Oh my god," she finally stopped shaking. I laid down with her, our eyes locked as we cuddled and kissed. "I haven't cum like that in... forever." We ground against each other and my cock never softened, somehow it seemed to get harder as I dry humped her leg. After a few minutes rest she moved a hand down and slowly stroked me and now it was my turn to squirm and moan against her.

I couldn't take it another second. "Get on your knees," I told her. She moved some pillows for her stomach and positioned herself against the armrest while I got behind her, one knee on the couch, one foot on the floor. Her ass was plump but hard, the soft white globes rippling as I ran my hands over them. It was so pretty and shapely I couldn't help putting my cock between those sweet cheeks and dry hump them. Her crack was completely hairless and smooth, wet with her pussy juice and the pre-cum leaking from my cock and when I spied that perfect tiny asshole I couldn't believe the charge that ran through me.

She worked her clit with a hand from below and I slid right into her pussy again, so close to that pink puckered asshole and as I started pumping into her my thumb instinctively stroked that hot little button. With the touch of my thumb her body shivered and she let loose a lusty groan. With my other hand I smacked her ass, hard, grabbed her hips and started pounding her backside. 

"Yeah, fuck me hard," she grunted as I pumped into her, "Come on."

I tried to breathe, to hold it back but the pressure was too much, there was no holding back anymore so I just pounded her harder and harder, trying to see how much she and I could take, both of us gasping and grunting like wild animals. I thrust one more time, burying my cock all the way inside her even though I knew I should pull out. It was almost like she knew I was going to come and refused to let go, locking me inside with those strong pussy muscles. My balls emptied like an explosion and I moaned as she continued squeezing my cock, the sensation an overwhelming mix of pleasure and pain as my sensitive cock head kept spurting and spasming. "Holy shit," I gasped, falling against her. She sighed, the two of us breathing deep, catching our breath.

I withdrew my wilting cock slowly out of her, ripples of pleasure still rolling through me. "I'm sorry, I tried to pull out."

"Mmm, I didn't want you to, lover. I mean, I did, but I didn't. It felt too good. Don't worry, I'm on the pill."

Jesus, I thought, quickly getting a couple towels from the kitchen. I threw her one and sat back down and we cleaned ourselves up. "Seriously, don't worry," she said.

I looked at her and then we were kissing again. My cock instantly stirring and then her damn radio squawked to life and she got up, breaking the spell. "Ten-four base, I'm back from lunch in five minutes, over."

I smiled, as she get dressed, watching that sexy body disappear into her cop uniform. She came over for a hug and another kiss, pushing me back after a moment. "Stop! You're getting me wet again!" Looking down she saw my cock at attention. "Oh shit!" I laughed, helpless to do anything about it.

She checked her watch, there was no more time, she had to get back on patrol. "My shift ends in four hours. Why don't you-"

"I'll leave the door unlocked. What the hell, I don't think anyone else'll be breaking in tonight." 

We both laughed. "Get some rest, Lover," she said, "I'm just getting started with you." And with that, she went out the door. I picked up my clothes, went upstairs to bed and fell almost instantly asleep, hoping in a few hours it wasn't all some crazy dream.

The Lady Cop Ch. 02



Chapter 02 - Police Brutality

Officer Collins knew she was in trouble. Driving back to the precinct at the end of her afternoon shift she took the long route, not wanting to face Lieutenant Spikes. He would be angry, as usual, and she would probably have to fall back on a little sex appeal to get out of it, but when allegations of police brutality made the news there was always hell to pay. She was just doing her job, so what if some scumbag wound up in the hospital? Especially when he had a gun.

She parked her blue and white police cruiser in the fenced off lot behind the modern brick central station. Collins felt the eyes of a few incoming and outgoing cops, but they steered clear, not wanting to be tagged guilty by association. Except for Officer Rogers, of course, he loved busting her chops. He caught her coming down the hall towards the locker room and broke into a wide grin. "Hey Collins," he said, "You really bust both that guys' hands? Jesus Christ, you fucking bruiser!"

She gave him a sweet smile, flipped him the bird and told him to, "Fuck off." She couldn't stand Rogers, a good officer but a real sexist. He hated female cops and did everything in his power to make them feel inferior. It was guys like him who made her try extra hard. Then again, regular tough for Stacey Collins was way beyond that of the average cop, despite her looks. If there was a vicious call or violent crime she wanted to be their first and after five years on the force she thought she had earned some respect. Until it came to jerks like Rogers.

After a quick shower she dressed in her street clothes: white sneakers, black sweats, and a gray t-shirt under a black leather jacket. Not much different than her uniform. She brushed her blonde hair back, shaking it all out after twelve hours tied up under her hat. It was almost down to her shoulders now and she was liking the length. In the mirror she put on a little makeup, looking extra pale due to the fluorescent lights, but her body looked solid. For some reason her chest looked a little bigger today, maybe it was the t-shirt?

Well here goes nothing, she thought, pushing through the locker room door into the squad room. Within two steps she heard "Collins! My office! Right Now!" Lieutenant Spikes yelling silenced the office for a second before the usual hum of the workplace started back up. He stood at his office door, a tall black man with close cropped graying hair, almost thirty years on the police force. He slammed the door behind her.

"Why do you do this to me, Collins?" his tone was calmer in the privacy of his office and he sat down behind the desk. "This is the third complaint on you in the last two weeks! It's all over the news. I've got the brass up my ass. What happened?"

"Lieutenant, my report shows the suspect, who was positively identified as the man who had just robbed two people at an ATM machine, beating one of them severely in the process, appeared to have a gun hidden in his pants and he was reaching for it while resisting arrest. I used my flashlight and struck the subject only in order to protect myself and subdue him." That sounded pretty good, Stacey thought, I'm getting better at this.

But Lieutenant Spikes disagreed. "So you cracked his skull open, broke both his hands in multiple places and his lawyer says his spine's all out of whack. Probably going to cost the department a shitload to settle. That's two things that get my ass chewed out, Collins: Losing money and bad p.r.."

"I'm sorry, sir. I'm just doing my job. If the brass want to settle that's not my fault."

"Bullshit, Collins! You're taking things to another level. A level we can't afford."

"Oh, I see," she frowned. "So Rogers is out there smashing up how many vehicles this year, three so far? Him and his buddy Lukas put that dealer in a coma last month, remember that? Beat him half to death on the street in front of witnesses and the video's all over the internet. And he's-"

"Enough!" Spikes raised a hand. "You don't think he's on thin ice here? This isn't about Rogers, it's about you. I know you're out there in the shit, but this is too much."

"But," she wanted to protest the double standard but knew it wouldn't fly with him. That's fine, she thought, just file that one away with the rest of the sexist department bullshit. If she ever decided to sue, Stacey could retire to a nice hot beach and spend her days in a bikini instead of a cop uniform.

"Stacey, please!" Spikes sighed. "You know I like you. Your dad and I worked together a long time. When he retired he asked me to look out for you. But this has got to stop. You gotta take it in a couple notches, let the other guys get in there first, keep your name out of the papers. So here's what I want you to do."

"Please don't say it!" Stacey batted her eyes at him but it was too late.

"Two weeks vacation. Relax, take a trip, go get drunk, I don't care, just stay out of trouble. You're a good cop and I don't want to lose you, so go blow off some steam and come back fresh."

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry I let you down," she hung her head. So much for sex appeal saving the day.

"Don't worry about it. Now get out of here and I'll see you in two weeks." Spikes watched her go, hoping his words got through to her. She was his best female cop, sexy as hell too, and she was tough and she got the job done, but circumstances dictated he be hard on her this time. 

Out in her personal car in the lot, a new black Dodge Charger, Collins fumed. Two weeks? She was being punished, plain and simple, just for being tough and a girl. When she got stressed Stacey usually took it out at work, but now she didn't even have that. It wasn't fair, guys like Rogers got away with murder, and here she was forced to go on vacation over a couple broken hands. Guilty broken hands at that.

"Face it girl," a voice inside her said, "You need to get laid." As she drove out of the parking lot away from the precinct, she called Thomas on her cell phone. He only lived a couple blocks away and she hoped he was home. It went right to voicemail, a short message saying he was out of town through the weekend. She hung up. They had only been together a dozen or so times since he moved into that condo downtown and even though she missed him right now, Stacey was too tough to admit it. Sex with him was so good, though. He had a big dick, he knew how to use it, and he could go for hours, but their schedules rarely matched up.

"Fuck it," Stacey said, flooring the car down the street. She headed to the gym, thinking a post shift workout might do the trick. On a Friday evening the gym was pretty dead, the civilians primed for their happy hours and dinner dates and club hopping. She hung her coat on the rack by the door, ready to hit her routines hard. As she walked past the weight area she saw a few guys lifting, a lanky nerd with scrawny arms, a middle aged bald guy with a beer gut, and the bodybuilding guy who was always there. 

She called him "Sven" because he looked Nordic, with short cropped blonde hair and light blue eyes, well over six feet tall, arms like cannons, huge neck muscles, and a chest like a beer barrel over super huge and defined abdominals. His legs looked like small tree trunks. She scowled like she usually did as she went by the guys. She hated being hit on at the gym, but her eyes lingered over "Sven" for a moment. In the mirror along the wall she checked herself up and down. She would never be a model, not with her wide hips and short stature, but what she did have were some well defined curves that were all muscle. Strong legs, big butt, smaller boobs, and perfect toned arms. Five days a week at the gym kept her that way and she knew she was more than sexy.

The cardio area was mostly empty too, a couple old cows grinding along on the ellipticals at a slower pace than walking. It was a smaller gym and sometimes it was so busy you couldn't even get on a piece of equipment which really ticked Stacey off when that happened. The only reason she joined was because her apartment was less than two blocks away. She hopped on a stair climber, set the timer to thirty minutes on the maximum difficulty and hit go. The gym blasted annoying Top Forty dance music so she concentrated on her reflection in the mirror on the wall.

Twenty minutes in the sweat was pouring, her short legs pumping strong, just starting to feel the exertion. Stacey was disappointed her boobs didn't bounce like more well developed girls in the gym, they were too small and she really wanted to get them done. It would only cost the deductible on her insurance, but there was no way. The guys at the precinct would just give her more shit. Which made her think of why she was now on vacation and that got her steaming all over again and Stacey redoubled her effort.

In the mirror she spied Bald Beer Belly trying to look slick as he walked up the row of machines behind her. His eyes bore into her ass as she worked it up and down in her tight black sweats, two sweet cheeks swaying independently. On one hand it was gratifying, but on the other hand he was a creepy pervert who probably had a record a mile long. Of course he came up to the machine next to her, checking the controls as if he actually intended to use it and then he oh-so-casually glanced over at her with a yellow toothed smile.

"Yeah?" Stacey scowled, locking eyes with the perv. 

He withered under her authoritative stare, eyes darting left and right before centering on her, still trying to smile. "Uh, hey, I'm, uh, I was wonderin' if, uh-"

She could have let him babble for awhile, hell, he admired her ass and if she was in a better mood Stacey might even let him at least give it a shot. But she was not in a good mood and he made her skin crawl. "I'm a cop," she growled, "Get the fuck away from me."

His eyes opened wide and he stuttered, backing away, beating a hasty retreat. Loser, she thought with total satisfaction. She hadn't even broke stride on the stair climber. The last five minutes were the hardest, very steep. Stacey had to really push those leg and ass muscles and she relished the burn. When it was finally over she wiped the machine down and climbed off. 

She went over to the water fountain and started drinking. An uncomfortable presence entered her space and she saw it was Scrawny Boy and now he was checking her ass out. "What's up?" she shot him a mean look over her shoulder as she paused the fountain.

"Huh?" he turned beet red, instantly perspiring. "Just, uh, water?"

"You fucking pervs are ruining this gym," she said, hitting the water button and drinking some more. He slinked off towards the locker rooms. That made her feel better too. She made her way over to the vertical leg press machine, watching Sven do body lifts while she loaded her weight. The muscles in his back bulged and rippled as he went up and down, legs and butt solid, straight and strong.

Stacey got down on her back, ass out and legs spread with her feet up in the air against the pedals, it was an odd, vulnerable position but the benefits of the exercise were amazing. After the workout on the stair climber her legs were already weak. She did three sets, grunting hard to to get the last few repetitions done. Stacey rolled off, breathing deep, and Sven, sitting on the wood bench doing eighty pound arm curls, was staring at her with a smile.

"You work out hard," he nodded with approval. His arms were bigger than bazookas, muscle piled on muscle, so big they made Stacey's heart skip a beat. 

"You too," she allowed herself to look him over. "Obviously."

"Yeah, I pretty much live here." It was amazing, he lifted and lowered the weights like popcorn bags, over and over and never seeming to tire out.

Stacey felt a tingle, deep inside. She had a vision of his naked body plowing into her and that decided it. She had to have him. "I bet you do," she said.

"So are you really a cop?" he asked, never letting his eyes off her. "You sure scared Billy off."

She looked around, stepping towards him. "Shhh. I'm undercover. Steroid ring. You know anything about it?"

He laughed, finally putting the weights down. "Good one. Trust me, I get all the steroid jokes. But it's all natural," he slapped his chest.

Riiiight, Stacey thought, hoping it was, knowing steroids caused performance issues in guys. "Want to prove it?" she heard herself saying.

"Anytime," he said. "My name's Steve," he held his hand out.

"Stacey," her hand disappeared in his giant mitt and she could literally feel the power emanating from this mass of muscle. "Alright, Steve, let's see who can bench press their body weight more times. Loser buys."

"I can't believe you just challenged me," Steve shook his head. He hadn't been gym challenged in years. "You're pretty cocky, you know that?"

"Let's go Stevie Boy," she taunted, loading weights on the bench press. "What are you, two-forty? Two fifty?"

"Try two seventy, little girl," Steve smirked, laying down on the bench. "I've already done my arms today, though..."

"Uh-huh, excuses, excuses," Stacey moved behind to spot him, sticking her chest out a little. "Just don't hurt yourself, okay, big guy?" 

Steve lifted the barbell, pumping it up and down in smooth, even motions, maximizing his effort. He started slowing down at twelve and on sixteen he replaced the bar, huffing and puffing. His arms and chest were bursting.

"Very nice," Stacey gave him a high five. "My turn. One forty please, Steve." She laid on the bench, still warm from his body, trying to get a peek up at his package. She couldn't see much, either because it was lost in the baggy folds of his sweatpants or because she was trying to see it upside down. Stacey grabbed the barbell, brought it down and up, a little wobbly. He stepped in to spot her but she still couldn't tell what he was packing. 

At number four she replaced the bar. "Darn. You win. Guess I'm buying."

Steve shook his head. "Oh man, I should've seen that coming." 

Nice and dumb, Stacey thought, this is going to be fun. "Well, let's go Steve-o. I'll meet you outside." She walked off, not giving him a chance to hesitate. Stacey grabbed her jacket and went out to her car. After a few minutes she wasn't sure he was coming, then he appeared in the doorway, almost ducking to get out. Her pussy tingled again as she watched him lumber over to her car.

"Sorry," he said, "Took a quick shower. So where to?"

"Follow me, I know a place around the corner." 

"Uh, sure, cool." He went over to a beat up family van and Stacey wondered if he was married. Who cares, she thought, revving the engine, waiting for him to follow. She kept one eye on the rearview, leading him straight to the parking lot of her apartment, waving him towards a spot while she parked under the carport in front of her unit in the row of two story townhouses.

"What's this?" He asked at the door.

"It's called My Place," she said. "Don't worry, I don't bite. Hard." She pushed the door open, flicking the light switch on. The hallway led to a small kitchen which looked over the open living room and a stairway leading up to the bedroom loft and master bathroom.

As soon as the door closed she turned, putting her hands on those massive arms, rising up on her toes and planting a solid, wet kiss on his lips. Steve leaned down, her tongue opening his mouth and they French kissed against the door. He lifted her easily, her softer body pressing against his hard muscles, legs wrapping around his waist as he raised her up. Stacey felt her pussy burning hot. This was exactly what she needed and she was determined to exact every bit of pleasure from this mountain of a man. 

"Upstairs," she said, "Now." 

Steve carried her to the stairs while she lowered her head, kissing and nibbling his neck, grinding her crotch on him. He smelled of faint sweat and exertion, his scent sending another thrill through her. She almost couldn't believe her good luck. He carried her to the bedroom, letting her slide down his body to the floor. Stacey dropped to her knees, yanking his baggy sweatpants all the way down and pulling his sneakers off. He stepped out of everything, pulling his sweatshirt up over his head as she rushed to shed her own clothes in a hasty pile on the floor.

They kissed again and she pulled him back onto the bed, her hands running down to grab his cock. It was still soft, his sack hanging low and Stacey realized with disappointment he was not hung like the horse she had imagined. It felt average. But his body was huge, he covered her almost completely, big hands pawing at her small breasts. Her nipples rang like bells under his fingers.

He rubbed down to her pussy then broke their long kiss and said, "Damn, you're really wet." Her hands massaged his cock, it was filling out now and she squeezed it hard. "Hey!" he cried, "Easy."

"I need your cock in me!" she whispered in his ear, loosening her grip but still jerking him. It was fully hard now, balls straining against the sack.

Steve grasped her legs, pushing them up into the air, spreading her wide. "So much for foreplay," he said.

"If I wanted romance I'd turn on a fucking movie," she said. Her hand shot down, rubbing her soft little pink pussy lips and clit back and forth, spreading her wetness around, unable to wait another moment.

"I need a rubber," Steve said. 

"Jesus!" Stacey couldn't believe this. "The table," she nodded next to the bed. He reached to grab one from the drawer, noticing a bottle of lube and a big black dildo. She was tugging his cock again. "Come on!" 

Steve fumbled with the little packet in his big hands, tearing it open, wrestling the small latex ring onto the tip of his head. Finally, he pushed his cock against her pussy, her feet up over his broad shoulders. Stacey pushed against him, and he finally worked his cock all the way inside. 

With his knees planted in the bed Steve started fucking her, slow even strokes. His cock did not fill her the way she had imagined, it was average, but with her legs up in the air and his huge arms pinning her down Stacey still felt thrilled. "Come on, fuck me hard!" She urged, pushing back against him as he plunged into her. 

Steve picked up the pace, his cock just reaching a nice spot inside her pussy. Her first orgasm came quick, shooting up through her. Stacey raked her fingernails across his back, crying out. "Come on," she dug her nails in harder, "Fucking pound me! I won't break."

"Ow!" Steve whined, arching his back into her like she wanted. He stopped thrusting. "That hurts!"

"Then fuck me!" Stacey moaned, withdrawing her nails and running her hands down to his chest, pinching the hard nipples atop his giant pectorals. For a second he didn't move, then she saw it click behind his eyes, the animal instinct awakening inside of him as she pulled on his nipple. 

Steve gripped her tighter, smothering her in the bed, pushing her legs further back in the air, collapsing her down. His hips slammed against her and he really started pounding away, just how she liked it. "Yes!" She screamed as he set up a ferocious rhythm. She could hardly breathe with his full weight on her but Stacey didn't care. The slap of his skin faster and harder, echoing off the walls as he pistoned in and out of her felt wonderful.

Stacey came again, aided by a hand furiously diddling her clit as she watched his latex covered cock flashing in and out of her pussy. She closed her eyes, grinding her teeth, letting it wash over her body, all her troubles disappearing. Before it even subsided she felt another even more powerful orgasm building. 

All of a sudden Steve slapped hard inside her, his body stiffening and he grunted, breathing hard. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he collapsed on top of her.

"Did you cum already?" Stacey couldn't believe it. They had only been fucking for nine minutes according to the clock next to the bed. Sweat poured off his body, raining down on her face and chest. He mumbled something and Stacey started pushing him off her. "Jesus, dude!"




The Lady Cop Ch. 02



He rolled away, collapsing on the bed. "That was good!" he said with his eyes closed. Stacey was not happy. Nine minutes? That wouldn't cut it. He spent twice that much time doing arm curls! She sat up, pulling the rubber off his cock, carrying it between outstretched fingers to the bathroom and dropped it in the garbage can. She returned with a towel, wiping his sweat off of her then throwing it to him. It landed on his chest but he didn't move to wipe himself off.

"Clean up," she told him, but he still didn't move. "Dude?" He answered with a soft snore and Stacey felt hot a flash of anger. What the fuck? She toweled him off herself and Steve gave a a contented murmur. His cock was completely soft and shrunken, laying down over his balls like a wet noodle. Stacey bit her lip. "Fuck that," she whispered, heading downstairs.

Steve didn't know how long he was asleep for after she toweled him dry, drifting along in a pleasant mini-dream, another successful workout completed. He felt a weight on his chest, and opened his eyes to find Stacey sitting on top of him. "Oh, Steeeeve?" she whispered sweetly.

"Hey," Steve smiled at her, went to put his arms around her but they wouldn't move. "What the...?" He heard a metal clink and realized she had handcuffed him to the bedposts. His eyes went wide.

"Good, you're awake," Stacey stared down at him. "Now listen. I've had a bad day, the fucking worst. Nine minutes just isn't going to cut it, not tonight."

"Is this a joke?" Steve struggled to move, made as if to buck her off which he could easily do.

Stacey drew a hand from behind her back, a small black plastic object a little bigger than a pack of cigarettes in it. "Relax," she said, pressing on his chest with her other hand. She clicked a switch and an evil looking blue spark crossed back and forth between the electrodes of the stun gun she held. "Don't fight me or I'll send fifty thousand volts right up your balls, okay?"

"Help!" Steve bellowed, squirming.

"Shut up," Stacey brought the stun gun inches from his face, but he was too scared to stop. She scooted back, pushing his limp cock out of the way, pressing the power button for only half a second, sending a hot shock blazing up his balls right through his whole body. She watched him flop on the bed, holding his legs down with her body as they tried to kick out.

"Aw, poor baby," she whispered, moving up to stroke the side of his face, "Shhhh." His scrotum had instantly shrunk tight, balls retracting when she shocked him.

"You're... crazy!" he said, gritting his teeth as the pain receded.

"That was just a taste, Stevie Boy. The next one's really going to hurt. Are you going to be good or am I going to have to really scorch your balls?"

"No! Please! God, no!" He would rather die than feel that again.

"Good. Now just relax. Don't you want to have fun?"

"Please. Just let me go!" Steve pleaded. "I swear, I won't tell anyone!"

"Tell anyone? Tell anyone what?" Stacey spat. "That you got a little dick and you don't know how to please a woman? I wouldn't tell anyone either if I were you." She turned the stun gun on again and hit the power, his body jerking in fear as she waved it around.

"Okay! I'll do whatever you want!" 

"Good." Stacey turned it off, placing it on the nightstand next to a bucket of ice she had brought up. "I really don't want to hurt you," she licked her lips. She had never had a man so completely under her control, especially a gorgeous specimen like this ripped bodybuilder. She leaned down, whispering in his ear, running her hands through his short hair, kissing and nibbling his neck. His body relaxed underneath her. "Good," she told him. "Now the only rule is you are not going to cum until I let you, okay? Because if you cum without my permission I'm going to shock the shit out of you."

"Okay," he agreed. 

Stacey licked all the way up his neck, dragging her tongue across his face, shoving it into his mouth. He accepted, kissing back, his arms involuntarily trying to hug her. She worked her way down to his chest, pressing her lips around first one then the other nipple, using her tongue then gently biting. He groaned and she continued on, trailing down his rock hard stomach, pushing her tongue into his belly button then down to his crotch.

She cupped his balls with one hand, engulfing his soft cock in her mouth, sucking. Stacey was gentle, tickling his sack, satisfied to feel his cock growing in her mouth. "Mmmm," she murmured with him in her mouth, slowly bobbing up and down. Her tongue ran deliciously around his swelling head, pressing against the tiny opening, swirling his glans and she was satisfied to hear him groan again. Then she started blowing him for real, up and down, easily taking all of him to the edge of her throat.

She released his balls, pressing her fingers down against his taint, moving to feel his crack. Stacey pressed one finger against his asshole and he bucked, his cock almost choking her as she continued sucking on it. She clamped down harder, moving faster, working the tip of her finger against his ass.

"I'm going to cum!" he warned her.

She stopped, letting his cock pop out of her mouth, pressing against his taint to cut off the pleasure. Stacey was amazed at the pressure there, slowly subsiding, his orgasm stopped in its' tracks. She grabbed some ice cubes from the bucket and pressed the cold to his balls. Steve shivered, raising his head to watch for a second then falling back against the pillow, eyes closed.

"Jesus!" he whispered.

Stacey cooled him down, put the ice back in the bucket, then grabbed his cock in her cold hands. She stroked him without much pressure, his cock flexing, fighting to keep warm. "Good," she cooed, blowing warm air on his cold cock. She took him back in her mouth, sucking up and down for a few minutes until she couldn't wait any longer. She shifted forward, spreading her pussy and plunged all the way down onto him, arching her back to get him further inside.

"I need a rubber!" he protested despite the pleasure rippling through him as she ground her tight pussy on his cock.

"No," Stacey huffed, bouncing up and down the length of him. She reached further back, fondling his balls and found they were still cold from the ice. For some reason it made her even hotter, in full control and she moved faster. "Yessss!" she hissed, pounding down until her body rocked into an orgasm, her hand still tugging at his balls, making him whimper.

She released his nuts and leaned forward, putting her hands on his chest, still working him inside as her orgasm subsided. Her pussy juices were flowing now and she brought her chest down to his. Feeling all those hard muscles against her bare skin sent her into another instant orgasm. She was grinding, squeezing with her pussy, crying out with her face in his strong chest.

"I'm going to cum!" Steve puffed.

"No!" Stacey rolled off, breathing heavy. She grabbed more ice and he yelped as she covered his cock and balls, freezing him to a halt.

"Ahhhh!" Steve whimpered, his breath caught in his throat. "Please!"

"Quiet," Stacey whispered, cupping his balls further with ice, squeezing him back from the edge. She waited a few minutes before dropping the half melted cubes back into the bucket. Then she moved down, placing his cold shriveled sack all the way in her mouth, warming those little balls back up as she ran her tongue along them. With one hand she stroked his cock, barely using any pressure, just keeping him hard.

When she was satisfied he had cooled down enough she mounted him reverse cowgirl, letting him have a look at her big ass. She grabbed his ankles for balance, raising her pussy slowly up his cock then sliding down with a sharp slap of skin. Each stroke sent a jolt through her and soon she felt his hips thrusting up to meet her. "Yes!" she cried, going faster. She rode him for two powerful, breathless orgasms squeezing his cock tight inside her.

"I'm gonna cum!" Steve roared and Stacey was thankful this time because her legs were about to give out.

She rolled off again and grabbed a single ice cube to tease him with. She ran it up the underside of his balls, down and around his rock hard cock a few times, then up his stomach, swirling and pushing it against his nipples. Steve moaned again and Stacey was satisfied to look down and see his cock still standing, hot and red and glistening with her pussy juice. The cube was almost melted, trailing water over his body. Stacey brought it up to his lips, chilling them down before tossing it back into the bucket.

She kissed his mouth. "You're doing really good, Steve," she told him. "You're making me cum just like I wanted." She kissed him some more, laying down next to him with a sigh. "I just need a little rest," she said, moving one hand down and closing it around his cock. He flexed in her hand.

"Jesus," Steve said, breathing hard. "I can't take this!"

"Aw, poor baby. Do you need to cum?" Stacey gripped him harder, stroking him slow all the way up. His hips flexed and she released him, waiting a few seconds before grabbing him again, repeating her slow upward stroke. Stacey giggled as he struggled. He was about to cum but she wouldn't let him, dropping his cock every time he tried to shoot.

"You evil fucking bitch!" Steve shuddered. He kept trying to fuck her hand but she refused to help him get off. He had never been so frustrated in his life. Instead of stroking some more, Stacey just gripped him with her hand around the top, squeezing and letting go. Steve huffed and puffed with each tiny exertion. "You're killing me!" he whimpered.

Finally Stacey let go, closing her eyes and cuddling him. Steve struggled against the handcuffs, desperate to get out and get himself off. "Stop it," she whispered, not bothering to open her eyes. She didn't know how long it would take for him to cool off and Stacey slipped into a brief, five minute nap. 

She woke to find her hands rubbing her tits, head nestled into the comfort of a strong arm. Stacey opened the drawer on her night stand, pulling out the thick, black dildo. She needed something to really fill her up this time. 

Steve looked over at her, eyes like saucers, shaking his head "No! Please, God, no!"

She laughed, "Don't worry, silly. This isn't for you."

His eyes narrowed and his mouth curled down, eyeing her warily.

"Aw," and now Stacey felt bad. Poor guy had been nice enough to come over and fuck her and look at how she treated him. But she still needed to get off, and if she let him go now he would run away and there were still a couple things she wanted to try. 

Stacey crawled up onto him, sliding her ass towards his face, resting her legs up on the wood headboard and realized this was almost the same position as the vertical leg press machine. She inched her way back, ass cheeks smothering his face. "Open your mouth. Get your tongue on my... Ooooh!" Stacey cried as his tongue swept up her crack and smothered her asshole. She flicked the switch on the dildo and it buzzed to life in her hand, sending waves of massaging pleasure out as she dragged it over her pubic mound and down to her soft pink pussy lips.

Slowly, she spread them, pushing on the black dildo. Steve licked and pressed her ass with his tongue. "Keep doing that," Stacey ordered, slipping the dildo inside her pussy. "Oh my God, keep doing that!" She pushed and pulled the dildo with one hand in a sort of stabbing motion, working it in inch by inch until she was full. Steve grunted, his hot breath and wet mouth sending jolts of pleasure up from below. Combined with the dildo pumping and vibrating in and out of her she lost all control. Steaming pussy juice streamed over the dildo and down the crack of her slick ass and Stacey drew in a huge breath and started cumming, this time deep inside her pussy.

Balancing on Steve she was able to bring her free hand up and tweak her hard nipples. "Oooooh," she grunted, bucking her hips, flexing her pussy, grinding her ass on his hot mouth. She couldn't stop or slow down, the dildo flashing in and out of her as hard as she could ram it in there, over and over. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" she screamed and lost her balance, falling off Steve onto her side, still plunging the dildo in and out until finally she slowed and stopped.

"Jesus," Steve whispered. He was in awe. At first it hadn't been real pleasant, but the smell and taste of her pussy juice drove him crazy. More important, watching her fuck herself with the dildo from that angle, it was almost like a science experiment. He saw exactly how she worked it, how her pussy responded, how she pounded different spots inside and how she made herself cum. His brain processed the information and every woman he would pleasure from now on would greatly benefit from the knowledge he had just gained.

"No shit," Stacey turned the dildo off with a shiver, "That was awesome!" She grabbed the towel, wiping the juices that were smeared all over his face off. "Thank you," she kissed the corner of his mouth, noting her sweet scent ground into him.

"Does that mean I can go now?" he asked.

"Hmm," she looked down, saw his rock hard cock and automatically slid down toward it. "Not until I thank you properly."

He watched her kneel between his legs, lowering her mouth to his cock. Her cheeks caved in and she sucked hard, dripping mouthfuls of saliva that ran down his shaft and over his balls. After a few minutes she felt his cock twitch and she released him, gripping his balls with one hand to stop his orgasm. 

Stacey watched closely, learning her own lesson about a man's pleasure and denial of pleasure. She blew air on his slick cock, rubbing his nuts, getting her fingers wet in her own spit, forcing him to calm down.

Once his breathing slowed, Stacey took his cock in one hand and held it tight. With her other hand, Stacey worked a wet finger along his ass crack, pushing into his asshole. She spit a gob of saliva at his crack, working the first then second knuckle inside. Steve gasped and she began flicking her finger in a little up and down motion, massaging his prostate.

His cock twitched wildly in her hand. Stacey spit on it again and started stroking, painfully slow, squeezing her hand tight then lightening her grip. When she got to the bottom she paused, counting off the seconds, then went at the same speed upwards, squeezing and releasing.

"AAH!" Steve barked as she came all the way up. "AAH!" he barked again as she started down. His whole body buckled, he couldn't control himself. Every move of the finger in his ass was an electric jolt and every jerk on his cock felt like lightning radiating out from the center of his body. His head thrashed from side to side, grunting and whining as Stacey began pumping his cock harder and faster. He couldn't think, could barely breathe and it really did feel like she was killing him with pleasure.

Stacey was spellbound, eyes glued to his cock. She ground her finger into his ass, twisting and pulling it back. Her hand was flashing up and down his cock and then Steve went rigid, drawing in a sharp breath. It seemed like slow motion, his asshole gripped her finger, immobilizing it and his cock seemed to draw back like a gun. Steve screamed and a huge stream of cum exploded straight up into the air, shooting out of her field of vision. "OOOH!" Steve yelled as Stacey continued pumping his cock, twisting and squeezing, harder and harder. 

A second string burst forward, cum from the first splashing down, hot on her hand and his belly. She continued jerking as spurt after spurt of boiling cum shot forward, the amount diminishing rapidly until the last few were merely little drops popping out. Stacey was in awe, after counting nine then ten pops, never letting go of his cock, cum still bubbling up out of the head, soaking her whole hand. She increased her pace, even though he had stopped shooting, taking Steve beyond anything he ever felt before. He thrashed around some more, the head of his cock so sensitive he felt like he was dying, yet Stacey refused to stop or let go. 

Finally, her hand slowed and she withdrew her finger from his ass. "Holy... shit," Steve gasped for air, raising his head to look down. Stacey smiled up at him, lazily jerking his cock. He dropped his head back on the pillow. "Holy shit!" he said again. 

"Wow," Stacey used the towel to dry her hand and his cock off, wiping up the cum that landed on his stomach and chest. She checked the ceiling to see if some hadn't hit there. "That was amazing."

Steve looked up at her, unable to speak or even phrase a coherent sentence. He had never cum like that before. Stacey smiled at his confusion. She got the key and released him from the handcuffs. He brought his arms down to his sides but otherwise didn't make a move. "Do you forgive me, Steve?" Stacey asked, batting her eyes at him.

He struggled to stand up, stumbling as he got off the bed. "What?" he blinked his eyes. "Uh-huh." He found his clothes and shrugged them on. Stacey watched, standing there naked, still unable to believe the fireworks she just witnessed.

"Jesus," Steve tried shaking the cobwebs from his head. She walked him downstairs, got him a glass of water and he chugged it. "I gotta go," he said. He didn't even know if he was mad at her, just knew he had to get away while he had the chance.

"Wait," Stacey followed him to the door, "What are you doing tomorrow night?"

"Uh, I don't know," he backed out the door, taking one last look at her naked body as she stood in the doorway. "I got plans, uh..."

"Oh come on!" Stacey pouted. He turned and ran to his car. "Wait," she called, "What's your number? Hey! I'll see you at the gym!"

Steve got in his car, driving out of there as fast as possible. He drove back the way she lead him, hoping the gym wasn't closed yet so he could take a shower. Then clear out his locker. He could find a new gym tomorrow.