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The Burglars

By: rockgoddessuk



She sighed and turned off the TV, she hated when David had to go away on business. The house was so quiet when he was away, she heard the backdoor rattle a little on its hinges, and thought that she would have to get David to look at it when he came back as it was not locking properly sometimes.

She turned off the light as she went up the stairs to bed, David would be home tomorrow evening which was good. After 10 years of marriage she should be used to him being away once every six weeks, but she didn’t think that she would ever get used to it, sometimes she got so lonely & frustrated.

She stripped off and climbed into bed, snuggling under the covers. It was quite a warm night, so she did not bother to put on any night clothes, she often slept in the nude, after all the only person who was likely to see her was David. Not that she didn’t still have quite a good figure for her 45 years, she still got wolf whistles from guys on Building sites, and David, who was 12 years younger than her was always telling her how firm and pert her breasts were for a woman her age.

She dropped off to sleep quickly, and slept for a while. She wasn’t sure how much later, but she woke with a desperate urge to pee, she also felt a little thirsty. She climbed out of bed, the moonlight coming through the window shined on her pale skin, making her look very white in its glow. She pulled the curtains closed and went to the bathroom, pulling on the light, she sat down and relieved herself.

She listened thinking that she heard a noise, but then she thought that it must be the backdoor rattling again, she would really have to get David to fix it, it was a little annoying. The noise stopped, so she was sure that was what it had been.

Not bothering to get her dressing-gown, she decided to go down to the kitchen to get a glass of water as her throat was a little dry. She walked down the stairs, her pale flesh again glowing in the moonlight from the window on the stairs. She thought that she must look like some ethereal figure in the moonlight, and wondered what anyone would think if they could see her, maybe that she was a spectre called out by the moonlight.

She did not bother to turn the light on, she knew her way around the house in the dark, so did not need it on. She went to the kitchen, and filled a glass from the cold tap. She thought that she heard a noise behind her, but thought that it was only her imagination.

She walked back into the living room, and noticed that the magazine rack had somehow fallen over. She put down the glass on the side, went over to the magazine rack, and leant over to stand it up. This was not a good move, because as she bent over to pick it up, she felt someone grab her hands behind her, and another hand go to her mouth. There was someone in the house, and they had her in their grip.

They pulled her up, and she saw that there was another person standing in front of her. The one in front of her was a young guy in his early 20’s, his eyes were appraising her body, and her mind began working overtime. She knew that the two guys were burglars, and had broken into her home to rob her, however, she thought that if she played her cards right, she could turn the situation to her advantage.

The guy behind her whispered in her ear, that he was going to take his hand away from her mouth, and that she should not scream, otherwise they would hurt her. She nodded her consent, and he took his hand away. The guy in front of her seemed to wake from a trance, and said to her,

“ You’re a daring one, coming down on your own to sort us out, and naked as well. Is your husband a coward or something?”

“I’m all on my own here”, she breathed, “ and maybe you can both help me out”

“ I don’t trust her, “ said the guy behind her, still holding tightly onto her hands.

“Would I come down here naked if I had any ulterior motives in mind? Apart from one of course”

“And what’s that lady?” the guy standing in front of her appraising her body asked.

“What do you think?” she breathed, looking at the bulge that was growing in his tight jeans. “ You want to touch, don’t you?”

“Johnny, don’t be silly,” said the guy behind her, he was obviously less trusting, but he could not see the nakedness that his friend could see.

“It’s ok, Billy. I wanna get me some piece of ass tonight, and this lady seems very obliging, so why not?” Then, he walked closer to her, put his hands on her breast, feeling the firmness of them. He rubbed them gently, and she could feel herself beginning to get wet.

“Tell your friend to let go, and I’ll lay on the sofa for you both,” she said.

Johnny nodded to his friend Billy, and he let go of her. She stepped away from them turning to Billy as she did. His eyes popped as he saw what his friend Johnny could see.

She went over to the sofa, and lay down on her side, so that both her breasts were hanging over the sofa, presented towards the two guys.

They came over, and began to rub and suck at the two ample breasts as she lay there enjoying the power she hade over the situation. Her nipples were standing out like organ stops ,and her pussy was getting wet and sticky. After a while, she could take it no longer, she wanted her pussy felt, she was grinding it against the sofa as it got wetter and wetter. She grabbed one hand of each of them, and placed them on her bare, wet pussy. They did not need telling what to do, as they both began to rub at her wet sticky pussy, then they sank their fingers deep inside her. She was so wet and horny by now, she had never had so much attention paid to her breasts and pussy.

She needed to suck sometime, so reaching across to Johnny’s zip, she undid it, freeing his virile young cock, which she duly took into her mouth. Seeing this Billy moved down her body, and sunk his tongue deep into her sodden pussy, lapping greedily at her juices. For someone who was not interested, he was certainly getting down to it. 

He ate greedily at her pussy as she sucked deeply on Johnny’s cock, making her flood into Billy’s mouth. At last she could take it no more, and taking Johnny’s cock from her mouth, breathed that she needed a cock inside her, Billy did not need telling twice and rammed his young throbbing cock deep into her pussy, her muscles pulling him deep into her pussy as she sucked hard on Johnny’s cock.

Billy moaned and sighed as he was pulled deep, and gripped tightly by her muscles, until he came in her pussy, at the same time that Johnny shot his load deep into her mouth. She collapsed with a contented sigh, but she was not finished. She dragged them both upstairs, and joining her in her bed, Johnny took his turn at fucking her hard.

They left in the early hours of the morning, after satisfying her at least twice more. At about 11 am that morning they returned to fix the door that they had broken into, and she knew that whenever David was away again, she could get her two young burglars to come back and satisfy her sexual needs.

The Burglars



Sonja and Matt were fast asleep. They lay naked in each other's arms in the warm double bed of their suburban home. They had no idea what a strange night it was going to be.

It all started around 2 a.m. The sound of the car could have woken them up – but didn't. Neither did the slamming of two car doors or the footsteps hurrying towards the house. But suddenly, there was a loud crash of a window breaking.

Startled, Matt sat up in bed, looking around the darkened bedroom in confusion. Everything seemed normal, which meant that the window breaking must have been...

"What is it?" Sonja moaned quietly, just waking up.

"I don't know," Matt whispered. "I'll go and see."

Matt slipped out of bed, wrapping his bathrobe around him.

"Be careful," Sonja mumbled, already drifting back to sleep. 

Matt smiled. Yeah, it was probably nothing – some crazy kid throwing rocks. But still...

Matt sneaked into the living room. Yes, the window was broken, splinters of glass scattered over the couch, gleaming in the moonlight. But no-one was there. Okay.

Relaxed, he checked the other rooms in the house. No-one anywhere. Good. Nothing to worry about, just...

"Matt!!!"

Matt heard the panic in Sonja's voice, crying out from the bedroom. He hurried back, but froze in the doorway.

There were two of them: Two men dressed in black, wearing ski masks and leather gloves. They stood around the bed, watching. And in the soft lamplight Sonja clutched at the bedspread covering her naked body.

"Sonja!"

The burglars turned their heads at the sound of Matt's voice, and one of them pointed a gun at him.

"Don't move," he barked, "don't you fucking move!"

"Please," Matt whispered, "don't hurt her."

"Hurt her?" the other burglar said. "We haven't even seen her yet."

The burglars laughed, as the second one grabbed the bedspread and pulled it away, exposing Sonja's beautiful body. Matt closed his eyes – he couldn't watch this.

"Please..." he whispered again.

"Open your eyes," said the burglar holding the gun. "We want you to watch."

Matt opened his eyes, as the second burglar grabbed Sonja's legs and pulled her towards him, until her ass rested on the edge of the mattress. 

"Oh! No!" she cried.

With his wet tongue sticking out of his ski mask, the burglar squatted between her thighs. Matt watched in horror, as he buried his face in Sonja's pussy and slowly started licking her clit. Sonja twisted and turned on the bed, sobbing quietly. But the burglar spread her thighs apart with his gloved hands and licked and sucked her pink slit.

"Yeah," the first burglar sneered, "he's eating your girlfriend's pussy. How do you like that? I bet you love it. I bet it makes you hard."

"No," Matt sobbed. "Please stop."

He heard the wet sounds of the burglar sucking Sonja's slit and carefully licking her moist labia. Sonja felt his wet lips and tongue teasing her clit, sending shivers of guilty pleasure through her body.

Oh God no, she thought, biting her lip, trying to fight the lustful sensations. This was all wrong. She wasn't that kind of girl. Not the kind who got turned on by a masked stranger assaulting her pussy. And with Matt watching. It wasn't right.

But it was no use: It did in fact turn her on. And as the masked burglar licked her pussy, her excitement grew, and the love juice flowed from her hungry slit. 

Sonja threw her head back, panting rhythmically and grabbing at the sheets with both hands. The burglar lifted his head, revealing a wet patch around the mouth of his ski mask. Slowly he inserted one of his gloved fingers into Sonja's pussy and started sliding it back and forth, in and out of her juicy slit.

"Unnnh!" She moaned loudly as the leathery finger poked her, massaging the tender insides of her pussy. 

Matt started at them in amazement as the gloved finger slipped in and out of his girlfriend's cunt, wet and glistening as her juices flowed around it. Sonja started thrusting her hips against the burglar's hand, her pussy getting wetter every second.

"Sonja?" Matt called.

"Yeah, she likes it," the burglar grunted as he started poking not one, but two fingers into Sonja's soft flesh. "Don't you? Don't you just love it, you nasty little slut?"

"Oh, yes," she gasped, massaging her clit as the burglar's gloved finger fucked her pussy. "Oh yes. It feels so fucking good, I'm gonna come."

Matt felt his cock getting hard, as he watched Sonja masturbating, the wet leather fingers poking her pussy.

"Alright" the burglar holding the gun said. "Now fuck her, man!"

The second burglar pulled his fingers from Sonja's cunt, her juices dripping from the leather glove, Then he stood up and started undoing his black pants.

"Look at me," he ordered. 

And Sonja looked up at the stranger, looked at his masked face – and at the stiff cock protruding from his pants. She gasped. The burglar grabbed the shaft with both hands and slowly began jerking off, as he looked her in the eyes.

"Yeah," he whispered, "I'm gonna fuck you now. How do you like that?"

"Oh yes please," Sonja moaned, softly stroking her pussy, "fuck me."

Now Matt could hardly conceal his erection beneath his bathrobe. The hand of the burglar holding the gun was shaking visibly as he waited for the fucking to start.

"Come on," he shouted. "Show that randy little bitch what a real cock feels like. Shove it inside her pussy and fuck her. Fuck her real good."

He turned to Matt.

"And you just watch. He's gonna fuck your girlfriend, and you're gonna stand here and watch every fucking second. You like that?"

Matt felt his hard cock throbbing wildly. God, this turned him on. He could hardly control his urge to jerk off right then and there. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself.

The other burglar stood over Sonja, stroking his stiffened member with his gloved hand, his eyes exploring her gorgeous body. She lay there, her legs spread wide, moaning with anticipation as she softly caressed her tender clit.

"I bet you love it," the burglar with the gun snarled. "I bet you just love watching anyone fuck your little girlfriend. You'd like him to fuck her brains out. Wouldn't you?"

Matt was out of breath with excitement.

"Now watch this," the second burglar said. 

And grabbing his cock around the base of the shaft, he plunged it into Sonja's soft minge with one powerful thrust. 

"Aaahhh," she cried out as the entire length of the burglar's bone-hard member penetrated her juicy slit.

Now Sonja felt his gloved hands grabbing her hips as he started pumping his cock rhythmically in and out of her pussy. He fucked her in a fast and unrelenting rhythm, withdrawing almost completely with each stroke and then thrusting his raging member into her again and again and again.

"Ohmigod," she panted. "Yes. Fuck me. Ohmigod. Fuck me hard."

Matt watched the burglar's cock pumping like a piston in and out of his girlfriend's pussy, getting wetter and wetter with each powerful thrust, all shiny and dripping from Sonja's love juices.

She dug her nails into the burglar's ass and pressed her pelvis against his, moving in time to the rhythm of his fucking.

"Aaahhh," he yelled, slamming into her again and again. "Yeah, grab my ass, you randy fucking bitch! You like this cock? Huh? You like it?"

"Ohhh yes," Sonja panted in a deep, husky voice, "ohhh yes, I'm coming. Aaahhh!"

She felt the burglar's hard cock still pumping into her, but now she felt the woolly material of the ski mask scratching her breast, now the wet heat of his panting mouth, and finally the sharp pain as he bit hard into her erect nipple, pushing her over the edge. Her entire body stiffened as she climaxed, and she cried out in ecstasy.

"Aaahhh! Yeeesss!"

"Get your cock out," the burglar fucking her gasped to his partner. "Now!"

The other burglar put the gun away, unzipped his fly and pulled out a long, chocolate-brown, half-erect cock. As he grabbed it with his gloved hand and started masturbating, it stiffened and grew to its full length. At least ten inches, Matt thought.

"Get ready for my cum," the burglar fucking Sonja gasped. "I'm gonna shoot that load all over your pretty tits. How do you like that, you randy little slut?"

Seeing one masked burglar fucking his girlfriend and his black partner stroking his giant cock, Matt just couldn't control himself any longer. Throwing off his bathrobe, he stood stark naked in the middle of the room. Then grabbed his throbbing cock and started masturbating.

God, it felt great to touch himself. He was so hard he couldn't believe it. Matt saw the surprise in Sonja's eyes as she saw the length and stiffness of her boyfriend's erection. She just loved the sight of Matt, naked and shameless, jerking off in front of her.

And at the same time, the burglar pulled his cock out of her sore pussy and grabbed it with his gloved hand as he started to ejaculate.

Long jets of hot creamy sperm shot out of his cock, hitting Sonja's breasts, her belly, her cheeks, her thighs, as the burglar threw his head back, grunting like a beast.

"Unh, unh!" he muttered through the ski mask. 

As his orgasm subsided, he jerked off, his gloved hand forcing a few more drops of thick, white semen out of his cock, dripping it onto Sonja's belly,

"Oooh yes," she whispered.

"Now you," the white burglar gasped to his black partner, as he stumbled unsteadily away from the bed, collapsing in an armchair in the corner of the room.

Without thinking, Matt patted him on the back, like he was congratulating him with a job well done.

With his long, stiff cock sticking out in front of him, the black burglar stood in front of the bed. With a gloved finger he wiped a glob of cum off Sonja's breast, then put the finger to her lips.

"Lick it up," he ordered. 

And with her wet, little tongue, Sonja obediently licked the sticky semen off his gloved finger.

"Yeah," he said, forcing the leather finger into her mouth, "you eat the fucking cum, you bitch."

And with a wet, slurping noise, she sucked the finger clean.

The burglar stroked his long, hard cock with one gloved hand while wiping the other burglar's cum off Sonja's body and feeding it to her mouth with his other hand. Matt watched them, masturbating, savoring the sight of his beautiful girlfriend subjected to the sick desires of this masked stranger.

"Yeah, you like it, don't you?" the burglar said. "You just love the taste of sperm, don't you, you randy little slut?"

"Mmmyes, mmm, yes," Sonja purred, licking and sucking the semen off the leather glove, again and again, until she had swallowed every drop.

The burglar then placed Sonja on all fours in front of him.

"Now play with your pussy," he commanded, still stroking his long black cock. "I wanna watch you masturbate, like the dirty little slut you are."

Sonja was so excited now that she didn't even object.

"Yeah," she whispered, amazed at the depraved sound of her voice "I'm a fucking whore. You just watch me." 

And Sonja reached between her legs, stroked her wet labia and started massaging her little, pink love button.

"Open up that pussy," the burglar said. "I wanna look inside that little, wet hole as you jerk yourself off."

And spreading her legs wide, she parted her pussy-lips with one hand, exposing the wet, pink inside of her soft slit, while she rubbed her stiff clit with her other hand.

"Unnnh," she moaned, bringing herself ever closer to another orgasm. Her juices trickled down the insides of her thigh.

The burglar grabbed his stiff, chocolate-brown member with his gloved hand and slapped it hard against Sonja's ass-cheek with a loud smacking sound. And then again. And again, leaving dark pink marks on her ass and stiffening the burglar's cock until it was hard as steel. He grunted with pleasure inside the ski mask.

"So, bitch," he said. "I'm gonna shove my cock into that randy little cunt of yours. And then I'm gonna fuck you." He slapped his member against her ass again. "Fuck you real good. You hear me, bitch? Now get ready for my fucking cock."

Matt held his breath as he watched the burglar place the dark, swollen helmet at the entrance to Sonja's pussy. Then, with a loud "aaah" he thrust forward, driving his erect cock into her wet slit, though still leaving several inches of the shaft outside. He then grabbed her hips with his gloved hands and tried forcing even more of his huge member into her, making her whimper.

"Aaah," he grunted again and looked down at his cock. 

Only a few inches still remained outside her swollen pussy-lips. The burglar grabbed Sonja's hips harder, getting ready for another thrust.

"Oh, no, please. I can't," she sobbed, impaled on the black burglar's giant cock.

"You just relax, bitch," he shouted. "You just open up that cunt for my fucking cock!"

And finally he rammed the entire length of the hard shaft into her, making her scream out loud.

"Yeah," he said and started to fuck her, sliding his long cock slowly in and out of her wet pussy.

Sonja felt every inch of his huge cock probing the depths of her love muscle and then receding, back and forth, in a slow, gentle rhythm.

Then, suddenly, he would withdraw almost completely, leaving just the swollen head of his cock inside her pussy lips. And then, he'd push it just a few inches into her and then back and forth again, his helmet ever so gently massaging her labia, making her juices flow.

Until suddenly he'd push forward violently, burying every inch of his cock in her slit with a single thrust, and he'd start fucking her hard, pumping in and out of her with deep, long strokes, until she cried out with pleasure.

Matt stroked his cock as he watched the masked burglar fucking his girlfriend, teasing her, making her moan and cry out as love juice flowed down her legs. The other burglar had undressed and now stood watching them, naked except for the ski mask and gloves, his cock twitching and stiffening.

"Ohmigod," Sonja cried as the black burglar's cock thrust into her again and again, "I'm gonna come. Oh God. Oh yes."

Still pounding her pussy, he inserted a gloved finger in her ass. And shaking all over, she allowed the burglar's cock to bring her to a violent orgasm.

Arching her back as the climax hit her, Sonja grabbed the sheets with both hands and threw her head back, screaming at the top of her lungs. Then she screamed again. And again, while the burglar's merciless cock kept pumping in and out, in and out of her pulsating pussy.

The black burglar turned his masked face towards Matt, grunting.

"Yeah, you like to watch this, don't you? You like to watch a big cock fucking your girlfriend. Now you wanna watch me come all over her?"

Matt gasped for breath, stroking his stiff cock, drops of clear liquid dripping from its tip.

"Yes," he whispered. "Come all over her. I want to watch."

The burglar grabbed Sonja's hair with his gloved hand, pulling her head back.

"Okay, bitch," he said, "your sick boyfriend wants me to shoot my fucking load all over you."

"Oh, yes," she gasped, "yes, please. Let me see you come."

"Alright, bitch," the burglar grunted, "he goes."

And holding onto her hair, he started fucking her in a fast, manic rhythm, his wet cock flying in and out of her slit again and again as Sonja shrieked wildly.

Matt masturbated, turned on by the sight of them. The burglar threw his head back in ecstasy, his cock pumping her pussy non-stop.

"Aaahhh," he yelled inside the ski mask. "Fuck! Here comes my fucking load. I'm gonna fucking drown you, bitch!"

As he pulled out of Sonja's pussy, he immediately started coming. His long, brown cock jerked wildly, as hot white sperm came spurting out. Long, sticky jets of his creamy spunk flew onto her back and her ass. Sonja turned her head to watch him come.

"Ooh yes," she whispered, as semen from the squirting cock hit her face, then hit it again.

"Unnnhhh," the burglar grunted, as he shook the last drops of semen from his cock. 

Sonja smiled wickedly at him, her little, pink tongue licking the sperm from her face. Panting heavily, the burglar walked away from the bed, as Sonja rolled over onto her back.

Stroking his erect cock Matt walked over to the bed and eagerly assumed the position between her legs. The burglars didn't seem to mind. If he wanted to fuck his girlfriend now, they'd let him.

"Oh yes, baby," Sonja purred as she saw him. "Fuck me."

"Later, you little slut," Matt hissed, his face a grimace of animal lust. "First, you're gonna suck my cock."

Sonja sat up immediately, grabbed his cock and eagerly licked the swollen head with her tongue. He grunted. She then parted her lips, letting Matt's stiff cock enter her mouth, wetting it with her cool saliva.

"Yeeesss," he shouted, as he pumped his hard member in and out of her sucking mouth, her lips slurping and smacking around the shaft.

Sonja grabbed his hairy balls, stroking and tickling them, as her boyfriend fucked her mouth. Finally, he pulled out.

"Alright," he said softly, "I'm gonna fuck you now, baby. Spread your legs and get ready for my cock."

She lay back on the bed and spread her legs, opening herself to him, even reaching down to let two fingers pull apart her soft, moist pussy-lips.

"Yes, fuck me," she whispered, as Matt stood above her, stroking his stiff, throbbing cock. 

Matt saw that the black burglar had undressed, too, his dark brown muscular body stark naked, disguised only by the ski mask and the leather gloves. Briefly, he wondered where the other burglar had gone. But the sight of his beautiful girlfriend lying naked in front of him chased any other thoughts from his mind. And with one powerful stroke, Matt thrust his erect member into Sonja's soft, wet slit.

"Yeahhh," she shouted as he entered her, impaling her wetness with his stiff cock.

Suddenly, Matt froze inside her. He gasped, feeling something poking at his rectum. It was the white burglar, standing behind him, his erect cock pressing into his ass. Matt threw his head back, as the tip of the burglar's cock entered him. Sonja closed her eyes, feeling Matt's cock swell and stiffen even more, as the hard cock entered his ass.

Now Matt felt the entire length of the burglar's cock inside him, but then it slowly withdrew, leaving only the swelling tip of the cock inside his rectum. But as Matt withdrew out of Sonja's pussy, he pushed back against the burglar's cock, letting it enter him again.

Sweating with excitement, Matt thrust his pelvis back and forth, now pounding his cock into Sonja's moist slit, now opening his ass to the erect member of the burglar. Back and forth, back and forth he pumped, caught in crossfire of hypersexual stimulation.

Sonja gasped. Matt's cock felt bigger and harder than ever as he fucked her, panting and sweating, while the white burglar fucked him in the ass. The black burglar knelt beside Sonja, stroking his already stiffening cock.

Matt felt the burglar's cock swelling inside his ass. 

"Aaahhh," he yelled, as the burglar started ejaculating, shooting jet after jet of burning hot cum into his ass. 

The sensation seemed to drive Matt wild, and he thrust his cock in and out of Sonja's pussy, shouting like a madman.

"You fucking slut!" he screamed, pumping his hard, wet cock into her slit again and again. "I'm gonna fuck you senseless, you randy little bitch! Unh! Unh! Yeah!"

"Aaah yes!" Sonja shouted at him, as the white burglar pulled his cock out of Matt's ass. "Fuck me, baby!" she urged. "Give me that big, fat cock! Yes! Yes!"

The black burglar's cock had grown to its full size, and kneeling beside Sonja's face he masturbated with his gloved hand, showing off his huge erection. Sweating and panting, Matt thrust his stiff member into her juicy pussy again and again and again, finally driving her over the brink.




The Burglars



"Aaah," she cried. 

Shaking violently, she gave in to the orgasm, tightening her love muscles around Matt's pounding cock. Seconds later, Matt tensed up as he too climaxed, his jerking cock shooting powerful jets of hot semen into his girlfriend's tender pussy.

"Ohhh," he yelled.

"Mmmh yeah," Sonja purred, feeling the warm spurts of Matt's cum spraying the insides of her love canal.

"Open your mouth, bitch," the black burglar grunted, as he grabbed his erect cock with his gloved hand, pointing the tip towards her lips. 

Sonja opened her mouth, and Matt watched in fascination, as the burglar pushed the hard, chocolate-brown cock into her mouth and started ejaculating.

"Uuunnnhh, yeah, drink my juice, you little slut," the burglar yelled as his cock jerked wildly, its head pumping hot loads of sperm into Sonja's mouth.

Matt watched her swallow mouthful after mouthful of the black man's thick cum. Seconds later, the burglar withdrew, his cock glistening from semen and saliva.

Matt lay still, his cock still hard inside Sonja's hot slit.

The burglars put their clothes back on and left the bedroom.

Sonja held her sex muscles tightly clutched around Matt's cock, making him stay erect. Then, slowly, he started fucking her.

She moaned quietly, as his hard cock slid in and out of her pussy. He whispered into her ear, retelling the events of the night – how he had watched her getting fucked by two masked strangers, and finally getting to fuck her himself, ending up with a cock up his own ass.

Sonja moaned louder, Matt's cock making her climax over and over, as she just lay back, letting it happen. And she whispered to him, too. She told him what it had felt like – the two cocks inside her, the leather gloves in her pussy, her mouth, her ass, their hot cum spurting onto her breasts, her face, her ass.

Matt's cock swelled as he listened, plunging into her pussy again and again. His sweat dripped from his body onto her breasts and her face, mingling with her love juices, until finally they came together, climaxing in each other's arms, Sonja crying out in her orgasm as Matt emptied himself, grunting like a beast, his cock madly pumping hot spurts of cum into his girlfriend's flesh.

They lay together. They fell asleep together.

The next day they discovered that nothing had been stolen. They checked and double-checked. No, nothing at all.

There was glass to sweep up, but still – it could almost have been a dream. 



The Burglary



Jane and I came upon Shangri-La suddenly while walking a path along the pond. It was the morning after a party at the cabin of a friend of Jane's, a rather unique kind of party. A friend had invited me there for Friday night. 

"It's a photo party," Jane said. "Where the women get to photograph the guys." 

"Are the guys going to be naked?" I asked. 

My friend gave a coy smile that told me the answer. 

"They do not have to be, but I am sure some will be nude," she said. 

Jane was true to her word. I accepted her invitation out of an adventurous spirit, knowing that I rated no special merit as a model. My body was nothing for a woman to drool over, and my looks did not amount anything over the average, if not qualifying as ugly, and could not even match Jane's delectable form. 

"I like your eyes," Jane said, "and want to photograph them." 

It is a rare thing for a male to have a woman of Jane's demeanor desire him in any way, much less with a camera, so, from this fact and a spirit of adventure, I accepted her invitation. The party was true to her word, except that all the men, including me, got naked and were the indiscriminate subjects of ladies wielding cameras. Flashbulbs popped wildly around the room as dressed ladies took in our naked attributes. Jane did pay special attention to me, though not just my eyes. The cabin was in front of a pond at the end of a dirt road. Yet, despite the action and the setting the party was controlled. If there was any sex, it happened in one of the two bedrooms and none of the guys would go down on each other in front of the group. Jane wanted more privacy and, in the morning, we sallied off down a path that led away from the cabin to see if we could find what her camera eye was seeking. 

Though I left the cabin in shorts and a tea shirt I was soon naked. My clothes were waiting for me behind some bush along the path and the luscious Jane positioned her camera to take in what I could offer it. I watched her long auburn hair fall gently across her shoulders and the bounce and rhythms of her supple figure as she walked and photographed my nudity for her pleasure. I was getting less inhibited and less afraid to show her more eroticism. My cock flapped around my legs and I would touch it under the canopy of trees out there in the woods and during one of those moments along the path, I stumbled into a clearing and saw Shangri-La. 

It hardly compared to that mythical place of perfection in the mountains of Tibet and in the Buddhist faith. It was shaped like a Swiss chalet with two floors, a porch on the second floor, a slanting roof, and a wooden sculpture of an Indian chief on the deck, complete with spear and headdress. A sign posted on the door said Shangri-La, with the words "The Stanleys," painted underneath the famous legend. We had stumbled on the second home of a family from somewhere named Stanley, and this cabin was, no doubt, their escape. 

"Do you think we should," Jane asked. 

"We could always say that we did not see the signs," I said. 

There was another dirt road that led to the cabin. Another photographer would have had the spectacle of a clothed female with a camera prowling for any signs of life while a naked male model waited in the woods. 

"Check for fresh tire tracks," I told Jane. 

She did and finally gave the all clear. I strolled out from undercover into the yard of Shangri-La. Some snaps accompanied me. 

"Wait," Jane said. 

I waited and she reached into her backpack where her film was. Much to my surprise, the beautiful photographer materialized with a small camcorder. 

"Mmmmm," she said, smiling. "This is what I want to do." 

My cock was already loaded and the sight of the camcorder almost brought it over the edge. 

"You like this," Jane said. "Good. Kneeling and stroke yourself in front of the sign." 

The camera aimed in on my hands that slowly worked up the volcano within. Eroticism flowed through me like electricity and the voltage of it was almost too much to bear. In still photographs the model has to wait for the shot while in video there is no pause or break. The action is continuous; my inhibitions had no place now and Jane did not want them. 

"You're all mine now," she said. "Climb up next to the Indian." 

This feat was not difficult and I stood next to the Indian. The camera caught me posing with the wooden sculpture. I bent over, kneeled, pretended to suck him off, and stroked while Jane filmed me from below. The camcorder was driving me wild and I could not control the urges coming from within me. When one inhibition was met, it was soon breached. The film recorded it and Jane pressed me on to do more. 

"Wow, two savages," Jane said, "one naked and the other half-naked. What more could a lady photographer want?" 

"Hey, here is a window that is not locked," I said. 

Jane filmed a hard naked man trembling on the verge of explosion breaking into a cabin in the middle of the woods. I ran down and let Jane inside. 

"I cannot hold any longer," I moaned. 

"On the dinner table," Jane said. 

I lay on the Stanley's dinner table and spread my legs wide. Jane smiled and commented about what was for dinner as her camcorder shot me from the balls up and then caresses my loaded shaft, then zoomed in like a dive bomber onto the lava that seeped out. I let go with a roar that could have been heard by the Stanleys, wherever they lived. It covered me, hitting my neck and my face, splashing indiscriminately and the camcorder got the full measure of it. 

"Rub it in," Jane said. 

I lay on the table, breathless. Jane took my hand and kissed it. She then placed it on my chest in the middle of how sticky I was and she started rubbing. My chest heaved up and down while my fingers and hers rubbed. 

"Damn, that looks so good through this viewfinder," Jane said. 

When I caught my breath the show began again. I rubbed on the dinner table until I was ready to go again. Jane had me leave the table and perform on the couch, with the television going. My cock and my ass were seen from many different angles. I went upstairs into one of the bedrooms and saw a library that one of the Stanley children kept. It must have been a daughter, for the library contained a couple issues of Playgirl. Jane made me adopt the poses there, filming me imitating some of the guys naked in the magazine. One shot set in the magazines gave us an idea. In it a woman was filming another woman taking pictures of a naked guy, a pizza delivery boy that she stripped down. While the photo shoot was tame, Jane proposed to make it less so in her version and we found the vehicles in the master bedroom. 

A wide mirror stood on the opposite wall from the bed. Jane positioned the camcorder where it could get all the action. The nuclear power flowing through my erotic zones was uncontrollable and Jane took the camera, rapidly firing shots as I stroked into the mirror and her camera. The camcorder took us all in, a clothed female and naked male in front of the mirror. Watching myself doing this for her and the reflection of the wicked Athena behind me, working me over with her camera, instilled a fresh eruption. 

"Ahhhh," I screamed into the Shangri-La and collapsed back on the bed. 

Later on I saw how the camcorder caught the hot stuff leaving me in rapid streams right in the face of Jane's camera to cover me once more. 

Now Jane could not resist. She moaned that she could not hold back and jumped on my face, parting her panties just enough to let my tongue in. It took only a couple of passes on her rock hard love to have a waterfall crashing down into my mouth and across my face and my throat. Then she pulled off of me just enough to snap a picture of me drinking her honey and collapsed beside me on the Stanley's bed, too exhausted to move. 

We held each other for a long time without speaking. 

"That was beautiful," she said, "absolutely beautiful." 

We had the feeling that our luck would not hold out too much longer. When we had our strength back I put the house back in order while Jane filmed me. Then we left it as it was. Two days later we returned to Shangri-La. We came as we had the first time, Jane filming my naked cock and ass moving along the path. I suddenly heard voices. We crouched low behind a rock and peered down at the house Jane and I had illegally entered and used as our studio. There was a car in the driveway, parents shouting at their kids to do something. Jane gave me a long kiss and we slipped back along the wooded path. 

"We have that and you are a fantastic model," she said.



The Burglary



This is my first-ever story, and as I am not now nor ever have been a cop, I apologize in advance for any errors in police procedure.

*****

It was a little after 11 p.m. and I could tell by the way the radio traffic was slacking off that the rest of the night would be pretty slow. It had been a middling sort of shift, not so frantically busy that we were running all over the precinct, but not so slow that we were bored out of our skulls. An accident right after we first rolled out, a couple of shop lifters, and one thankfully not violent domestic dispute had kept us active enough. 

Of course, our patrol area was Briartown, a ritzy area with nice homes and upscale shopping, so we were unlikely to catch anything really exciting, not on a Thursday night anyway. Which was fine with the both of us. 

Murphy had been on the force long enough to have gotten over the thirst for excitement that young cops bring to the job and I'd spent my first three years patrolling the southwest side, a gang-ridden, run-down shithole overrun with the detritus of society. That and four years in the army had given me my fill of adventure, at least for a while. So I was perfectly happy to spend my time driving past mansions, high-end condominium complexes and ritzy shopping centers. Sure, sometime the people we dealt with were snotty as all get out, looking down their noses at us, but that just made it all the more enjoyable when we pulled them over for minor traffic violations, or brought their sons and daughters home, drunk, stoned or facing a charge of indecent exposure. Sometimes all three. 

It doesn't hurt that these rich bastards and bitches are also more than happy to hand over a couple of hundred bucks to avoid having points taken off their license or their insurance rates jacked up, although why they care about that I can't imagine. I think bribing a cop makes them feel a little ghetto, gives them a little thrill, and I've got bills to pay, so everybody wins. It's not like either one of us would take a dime to protect some scumbag drug dealer or mob guy, we're just augmenting our inadequate pay by collecting certain fines directly, rather than through the court system.

Every now and then, Murphy opts for a different kind of punishment for select female drivers. He calls it the community service option. On those occasions I stand lookout while he gets a quick blowjob or, less often, a quick fuck, and afterward he'll buy me lunch or dinner, depending on the shift. I'm frankly amazed at how many women are really willing to suck dick just to get out of a ticket. I can't really judge though, I blew a couple of professors in college for better grades and once, in the army, let a sergeant fuck me to get a good performance rating. But even though I've had offers from both men and women, when it comes to bribes, I've always chosen to take the cold hard cash. 

This evening, we were parked in the lot of one of those ritzy shopping centers. I was staring out the drivers' side window, sipping the evening's third cup of coffee and watching a smattering of BMWs, Lexuses (or would that be Lexi) and Cadillac SUVs roll down the street when the unit's laptop pinged. It's not like the old days, with some scratchy voice on the radio calling out for unit so and so and then reporting a 10-something or other at the corner of Main and 1st. Nowadays we just get a ping and a popup notification on the computer screen complete with address, description of the call and contact info for the reporting person.

"Possible burglary on Le Monde drive" Murphy said, tapping the address on the screen. Instantly, a map appeared with directions on how to get to the location. "Probably just some kid out past curfew sneaking in a basement window but at least it's something to do."

"True enough" I said, tossing the remains of my coffee out the window and shoving the empty cup into the driver's door panel pocket, already crammed with fast food wrappers, napkins and an empty plastic soda bottle.

I put the car in gear and we pulled out, the laptop's dull, monotone, metallic voice calling out directions as we went. I didn't need them, but it's kind of pain to shut it off, some bug in the software, so we just let it drone on. Pretty soon we found ourselves slowly rolling down a wide residential street lined with big, mature trees and behind them, bigger, expensive-looking homes. Some had a few lights on and a few had cars parked out front, but for the most part, you could tell the street had settled down for the evening.

We rolled through an intersection and I noticed, about halfway down the block, someone standing on the left-hand curb, holding a flashlight. As we got closer, I could see it was an older woman, mid-60s perhaps, wearing a yellow bathrobe over blue pajamas. There were, I swear to God, bunny slippers on her feet.

"Hello officers, thank you for coming so quickly. I'm Mrs. Cooper, the person who called. It's the Henderson house, across the street," she said as soon as we opened our doors. She had a soft voice with just the faint trace of southern accent, as if she'd moved away from the area years ago. She pointed at a large, two-story Victorian home with a massive oak tree in the front yard. A porch light was on and light seeped through curtains in a couple of upper-story windows.

"What makes you think there's a burglar?" Murphy asked in a calm, friendly voice that registered complete belief in her account. You never want to give the impression that you doubt the veracity of the call. Very bad public relations.

"They're on vacation and I've been feeding the cat and checking the house. Those lights up there are on timers, so they should be on. But I was looking out my window, because I thought I heard something, and could swear I saw a flash of light downstairs, just real quickly, and then something like a shadow at one of the upstairs windows" she said, her voice quavering just a little. I wasn't sure if she was worried that we didn't believe her, or if she was scared that she actually had imagined the whole thing.

"Well, we'll go over and check it out. Do you have the house key?" I asked. "If we see anything suspicious, we may have to come get you so you can tell us if something looks wrong. And is there an alarm?"

"Yes, there is. The code is 54879. But it never went off or anything. Should I just come with you now?"

"No Ma'am. We need to check and make sure the house is safe before we allow anyone else in. I'd like you to go back inside and we'll come back to let you know what we find," Murphy said. "It's a big house, so it might take us a while to make sure it's completely clear, so no need to worry if we aren't back in a few minutes, okay?"

"Of course," she said, and then reached into her bathrobe's pocket and extracted a key ring attached to a large bronze medallion. "It's the silver one with the red dot on the handle, that's the house key, I mean. That smaller brown one opens the side gate. Oh, and there's a pool house out back. It's on the alarm system and the house key will open that as well. Please be careful."

"We will, Mrs. Cooper," I assured her, smiling. "We do this kind of thing a lot. Usually its nothing, but it's good that you called."

We watched as she turned and shuffled back up her driveway, and then locked the patrol car and headed across the street. The moon was just a crescent in a sky dotted with clouds, and the only street lights were stationed on the corners, so this section of block was pretty dark. I also noticed that it was very quiet. No traffic noises at all, no distant radios, not even a barking dog.

"So, how do you want to do this, one in the front and one on the back," I asked.

"Nah, let's go through the gate and in the back. Better to stick together. It's probably nothing. Plus, after seeing you at the gun range last week, I'm worried you'll shoot me if I don't keep an eye on you," Murphy replied. I couldn't see the grin, but knew it was there.

"That's not fair, I was hungover. And when I shoot you, it won't be by accident, trust me," I said.

We went through a tall, wooden gate set in a high block wall fence. It opened onto a narrow lane that ran along one side of the house. We had our weapons drawn and flashlights on but pointed downward, so we didn't trip over anything. All the windows here were dark and assorted plants and shrubs lined the wall to our right as we crept quietly along. Around the corner of the house was a low deck that ran along the length of the back, and beyond it was a large, kidney-shaped pool. Behind it, with its own porch light on, was what I took to be the pool house.

I mounted the three steps up to the wooden deck, complete with barbeque grill and picnic table, and approached a glass paneled back door. I moved to one side while Murphy took the other. I reached out and tried the handle. It was unlocked, and I gently pushed open the door. Murphy went in first, moved to the side and I followed, both of us scanning flashlights and weapons across the impressively large kitchen that opened directly onto what looked like a dining area. Behind that was a family room with couch, arm chairs and very large television. The alarm made no sound, so it had clearly been shut off. I shot Murphy a puzzled look and he frowned and shrugged. We quickly and quietly moved through the first floor, checking closets and the laundry room, which was just off the kitchen. I also located the door to the basement, and we were just about to check it when we both heard a sound from above us. 

A staircase ran down along one wall of the family room and Murphy and I began to carefully ascend. We were halfway up the stairs when we heard it, the clear sounds of a woman moaning. Murphy looked back at me and I just raised my eyebrows. We moved quickly to the top of the stairway, which opened up onto a hallway running the length of the house. On the left was a bedroom, belonging to teenager from the way it was decorated, and another that looked like a den or office. These were the rooms with lights on, as their windows overlooked the street. Across the hall were a bathroom and another bedroom, both still dark. All the doors were open and there was enough light that we could turn off the flashlights. 

At the end of the hallway, past the lit rooms, was a pair of double doors. It was clear the sounds were coming from somewhere behind them, and equally clear that this was neither a burglary nor any kind of unwanted assault. By now, we could clearly make out her words, "Oh yeah, baby, that's it" and "fuck you really know how to use your tongue." 

We were both grinning madly and dying to see who was on the other side of those doors, so when we reached it, we assumed positions on either side of the doorway and each of us gave a hard shove. The doors, having been left slightly open, flew back and banged into the wall.

"Police," we shouted in unison, guns pointing directly at two people prone on the king bed in what was clearly the master suite. The guns were not really necessary, but no cop, no matter what they're hearing on the other side, goes into a room in that situation with their sidearm holstered. 

The sight of us scared the shit out of the naked couple on the bed. One was a very buxom blond girl, maybe late teens or early twenties, lying back with her upper body propped slightly up on a pile of several thick pillows. Her long, shapely legs, clad in black fishnet stockings, were spread wide and between them, face down with his tight white ass gleaming in the light of a bedside lamp, was a tall, skinny kid of about her same age. 

She screamed and rolled away, kneeing him in the head as she did so. He stumbled trying to get up and then bent over holding his head and cursing.

"Keep your hands where we can see them. Don't reach for anything or move until we tell you to," Murphy said in a stern yet calm voice, designed to keep them from panicking and doing something really stupid.

They just stood there, looking scared and embarrassed, but not angry, which was a sure indicator that they weren't supposed to be there.

The woman was standing, slightly hunched over, with one arm pressed across both her breasts, smashing them so hard against her body that little rolls of creamy flesh squeezed from above and below her wrist. Her other hand was held directly in front of her pussy, covering her actual opening but not much else. Dark curly pubic hair - she was no natural blonde - peaked out around her fingers and the cute little rose tattoo just above her lips for some reason stuck out like a neon sign to me. Her long hair hung straight down her back, her stomach was flat and her arms and legs were muscular but not bulky. She had a couple of small moles just above her left tit, and her eyes, from what I could see, seemed a soft grayish green, but it was hard to tell since she'd started to cry.

"Okay, do either of you live here, and don't lie because it's easy enough to check," Murphy asked. 

"No. It's my friend's house. He said we could use it for well, you know," said the man, who was really just a kid. 

He was calmer than the girl, but still clearly shaken that he had been caught naked in someone else's house. He was maybe 6' tall and had a runner's body, lean with long, wiry muscles. The kind of body I liked on men, to be honest. I enjoy getting a little rough in bed and it's more fun if I can hold my own against the person I'm with. That's not a problem when it's another woman, and I've got no inhibitions there, but I love it when I can throw a man down, pin his hands and climb on and do whatever the hell I like. I can't do that to some muscle-head with 20-inch biceps and shoulders so broad they have to turn sideways just to get through the damn door.

"Do you have any ID on you?" I barked at him. I love playing the bad cop whenever I get the chance.

"Yeah, in my pants," he said, taking a tentative step toward a pair of jeans tossed on the floor by the wall across the room. 

"Don't move," I ordered. "Just stand there."

I brushed past the kid, who stood stock still, careful to keep an eye on him as I moved to his jeans. Kneeling down put me at eye level with his still somewhat hard cock and it was a nice one, from what I could tell, maybe average length and little on the thick side. Pulling my eyes away, I extracted a slim, brown leather wallet from a back pocket. The license inside said his name was Todd Sanders, age 20 and lived just a few blocks away.

"What about you, miss. Do you have identification?" Murphy asked the blonde in a gentle, caring voice that someone else might have thought was an attempt to calm her down, but which I recognized as the first step towards a subtle seduction. 

"It's in my purse," she whispered, sniffling a little and pointing toward a chair on which both her purse and shirt rested.

Murphy grabbed the purse, checked inside for weapons and then handed it to her so she could extract her ID. It really wasn't proper procedure, but it furthered his image of the kind, caring policeman that she could trust, the guy who really was on her side and wanted to help her. She pulled out her wallet, opened it and slid out a license. Murphy examined it briefly, scribbled something in his note pad, probably her address, and then handed it back.

"Okay Melissa. Try to take a few deep breaths and relax a little. This isn't necessarily as bad as it could be," he told her. "I mean, we could charge you with burglary and trespassing, but what we really need to do now is get your explanation. And we need to do that separately. It's just procedure."

Smooth, I thought, as he picked up her shirt and handed it to her. She shyly accepted it and gave all of us a magnificent view of her breasts when she raised her arms above her head to pull it on. That was a good sign, since she hadn't turned away from him as she did it. She also didn't make a move toward her skirt or panties, which no doubt bolstered my partner's confidence.

"I tell you what. Why don't you and I go down the hall where you can tell me how you came to be here? My partner will stay behind with your friend and get his story. That okay with you, Gina?" he asked, turning slightly towards me.

"Sure," I said, trying to suppress a grin. "We'll be fine here. Take your time."

I didn't need to hear their conversation to know almost exactly what would be said once they got to the darkened bedroom at the other end of the hall. He'd ask her what happened, and she'd get all teary eyed again and start apologizing, and he'd probably rub her back or hold one of her hands in both of his to comfort her and she'd get the message that there was a way out of this without him saying a word. 

And that's really the key because rule number one is never ask for the bribe. Let them offer it, because people who offer bribes are willing to pay them without turning around and ratting you out to your bosses. Demanding payment pisses people off and you might get away with denying it once or twice, but eventually, well you know what they say, where's there's smoke, there's fire and too many complaints generate a hell of a lot of smoke. 

But there wouldn't even be a wisp of it in this case, because she'd pick up on what he was hinting at, and from the looks she was giving him as they stepped across the room and down the hall, she might even be looking forward to it. After all, we had interrupted them before they'd gotten too far into things. She'd give Murphy a shy smile, lips quivering slightly, then say she was really sorry to cause any trouble and offer to make it up to him. Maybe she'd lay on some bullshit about how she knew how stressful this job can be and she'd be happy to help relieve some of that, so that they could both have a much more pleasant evening. Then her hand would stroke his chest or thigh. And then he'd smile and say that that sounds nice and yes, it is a hard job and gee I wish more people were understanding like you and blah blah blah. And then he'd excuse himself for a minute and come down to tell me that it looked like this might take a little while, cause she's real upset and all, and would I mind sitting on the boyfriend for a little while longer. And that's exactly what happened, and I of course told him no problem and thought about where he might buy me dinner during tomorrow's shift.

But it didn't sit well with her boyfriend and I guess he could tell from our whispered conversation and my snarky laugh - I think I may have made some crack about Murphy enjoying his interrogation - that something wasn't kosher because he demanded to know what was up.

"Where's Melissa? What's going on?" he asked in an angry, insolent tone.

"Officer Murphy is talking to her, so just relax. You need to focus on telling me what the hell you're doing here, from beginning to end," I replied, putting on my don't-fuck-with-me look, which I'm told actually makes me appear a little constipated.

"This is bullshit. He better not be laying hand on her," he barked, and then, much to my surprise because I hadn't credited him with having any real balls, suddenly tried to push past me through the doorway.

But I am a professional and damn good at my job. So it took maybe five seconds for me to ram my knee up into his gut while grabbing, twisting and then pulling his left arm so that I drove him down onto the ground. A second later, I had my knee in his back and was slapping on the cuffs when I heard Murphy hurrying down the hall sans utility belt but holding his gun.

"Everything okay?" he asked, looking down at me. "Shit, you alright?"

"I'm fine," I replied, my breath a little ragged, more from adrenaline than any real exertion on my part. "Loverboy here just got a little jealous. It's no problem."

The kid was wheezing from the blow to his abdomen and his body had gone limp. I guess he realized what was happening, and probably understood that Melissa wasn't being forced to do anything she didn't want to, which may have been an even bigger blow than my shot to his stomach. All the fight seemed to have gone out of him.




The Burglary



"Head on back," I told Murphy. "We're fine."

"Okay, but call out if you need anything."

I pulled Todd back onto his feet and pushed him against the wall. His dick had now gone completely limp, which was disappointing because while he may have lost his enthusiasm for fucking, I had definitely found mine. I think I already mentioned that I like it rough some times, and taking down Todd as quickly and thoroughly as I did had gotten my juices flowing. And he did have a nice body and why should his girlfriend get her rocks off while he was left with blue balls. For that matter, why should Murphy get to shoot his load while I had to finish the shift with wet panties and nothing to go home to but a dildo and some whiskey. To hell with that, I decided.

"Okay, Todd, here's the deal. My partner is probably going down on your girlfriend right now," I told him looking directly into his eyes, which for the first time I noticed were a very nice shade of blue. He had a sharp, angular face, but in a good way and it was complimented by his short, shaggy black hair. I gotta say, I found him appealing.

I could tell he was about to say something, so I pushed him against the wall and got right up into his face.

"Listen. You hear her crying, protesting, objecting in any way? No. Because she knows a good deal when she sees one. My partner isn't hard on the eyes and she figures she can get off without any problem and have some fun along the way, and that's a win-win."

I stepped back, maintaining eye contact. This was a first for me and I was actually a little nervous about how to broach it. Technically, I was about to violate rule number one.

"What about you?" I asked.

"What about me? What do you mean?"

"I mean, dumbass, do you want this to be a win-win situation for all of us, or just them? " I replied, and reached down to undo my utility belt. 

I will never forget the look, or rather looks, in his eyes. First it was puzzlement, followed a split second later by surprise, and then, for lack of a better word, glee. He looked like a kid at Christmas who'd just unwrapped a rocket-powered go-cart with an attached fully functional laser gun. 

And not to brag, but I can't blame him. I'm no super model, but I'm in great shape with flat, hard abs and nice pert tits that, while not massive, fill a man's hands nicely. My short, black hair is stylishly cut and I've been told I have an ass that won't quit.

"Fuck yeah," he exclaimed. "I'll rock your world."

"Yeah, you better," I said, moving to close the door. I bent down to unlace and remove my boots and socks. When I straightened up, Todd had turned his back toward me and was trying to hold his hands away from his body, presumably so that I could take the cuffs off.

"No dice," I said to his back, pushing my pants down and stepping out of them. "You'll get off, but we do this my way, and my way is for tonight, you are just a life-size sex doll, complete with stiff dick. You can get it up again, right?"

"Of course, but how the hell can I fuck you with my hands behind my back," he protested.

"You're not fucking me," I replied. "I'm fucking you. But first things first."

I grabbed Todd's arm, pulled him over to the bed and pushed him to his knees. I pulled down my plain black panties and then sat down directly in front of his shocked face. I spread my legs and, grasping handfuls of black hair, pulled him into my wet cunt. 

"Come on, " I whispered. " I want some of what you were giving your girlfriend when we got here."

I have to give it to him, he did know how to eat pussy. A lot of guys don't, they think the clit is the only thing they need to worry about, but he knew better. He started with a long swipe of his tongue from the bottom of my vagina all the way up to the top, and then started giving me little licks and kisses along my swollen lips. He slowly worked his way up, using his mouth like a real master, almost as good as a woman.

While I was enjoying the growing sense of warmth and pleasure his oral ministrations were creating, I removed by uniform shirt, and then undid the Velcro on my protective vest and pulled it off. Beneath it, I wore a support tank-top, the kind you can wear to the gym without a bra. I peeled it off and began rubbing my breasts and pulling on my very hard nipples. 

Todd, to his credit, focused on his task rather than stare at my tits, and by now was driving me to the brink with quick flicks of his tongue to my clit. I was so ready. I lay back on the bed, inching my body closer to his talented mouth, an unconscious invitation for him to take me over the edge. He did, swirling his tongue around by clit and then, in a sudden shift, sucking it into his mouth while pressing hard with his tongue. I could feel my muscles growing more and more tense and then suddenly, waves of pleasure shot through me releasing that tension and sending tingling sensations running up and down my body. My face grew flush and my breath came in short, sharp gasps. My thighs clamped onto Todd's head while I ground my pussy into him as best I could. 

After about 30 seconds or so of just laying there in post-orgasmic bliss, I lifted myself onto my elbows and looked down at the kid. His face was shiny with my juices, his eyes sparkled as they gazed back at me and he had a pleased-with-himself kind of grin plastered across his face.

"Fuck kid, you are good at that," I told him, smiling back. "Now let's see how you are at the main event."

I swung my leg over his still kneeling form and stood up. I reached over to my pants and fished out the handcuff key.

"This is a reward for services very well rendered," I said as I pulled him up and removed the cuffs. "Don't make me regret it."

"Trust me, neither of us will regret this night," he shot back, smiling even broader.

"We'll see," I retorted, then spun him around and pushed him onto the bed, his erect cock pointing straight up like a mini Washington Monument. I climbed up and straddled his legs. For a second, I considered bending over and sucking his dick, which was already glistening with pre-cum and looked very tasty. But I didn't want him to get the idea that his pleasure mattered as much as mine, so I shuffled forward until I was directly over his erection, then, grabbing it with one hand, slowly sank down onto his shaft. It was heavenly, that feeling.

He began rocking his hips and I slowly rotated mine as I lifted up and then dropped back down. I love being on top of a man, that control and sense of domination it gives you. And I know exactly what I need to do to get myself off.

"Don't move," I told him, looking down into his eyes, which shone with hunger and lust. "I'll do all the work. But play with my tits. I love having my nipples fondled."

He obediently began squeezing my tits and rolling my erect buds, now grown a deep red with passion, between his fingers. He alternated between pinching and pulling them as I continued to rock back and forth on his cock, pushing back enough to create friction along the top of my pussy, right along my G-spot, bouncing up just enough so that the head would slide almost all the way to my entrance and then slowly lowering myself down. I was dimly aware of a dull thudding and moans coming from down the hallway, and the small part of my brain not clouded by passion registered that Murphy and Melissa must be going at it full steam. But I pushed that thought away as I began to feel my second orgasm gaining on me and to slow it down, I leaned forward, dipping down so that Todd could now raise up his head and latch his lips onto my nipples, sucking and licking them and occasionally giving a little bite. He seemed to know exactly how much pressure to use for maximum benefit. 

I began to softly moan, my heart pounding. I lowered my face to his and kissed him, sucking his tongue into my mouth and then pushing it out with my own. I hadn't intended to kiss him, but I got lost in the sensations and it just seemed like the right thing to do. This kid was a way better lay than I'd ever imagined and a sense of lust had overtaken me, so I pulled his face to mine and buried my tongue in his mouth while his arms pulled my body tightly against his.

I reared back up after a minute or so of making out with Todd and began grinding my pussy harder onto his cock. He'd begun to bounce his hips, driving up into me and I matched his movements, creating the perfect erotic rhythm. I could tell he was getting close and my cunt was on fire, that incredible feeling intensifying with each thrust of his hard cock up into me.

"Yeah, just like that," I whispered hoarsely, squeezing my cunt around his dick. "That's perfect. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."

I just kept repeating the word until I couldn't anymore because carnal pleasure overwhelmed everything and all I could do was focus so completely on that cock and the warmth and tension spreading through me. And then my second orgasm hit, exploding g like a massive pine tree caught in a forest fire. I threw my head back and emitted a deep, guttural moan, my hands clamped around Todd's wrists, his still working my tits and nipples. And then his body jerked and went stiff, his face contorted and I could feel his cum splattering my pussy walls. I collapsed onto him, his arms wrapped around me and we lay there for several minutes, kissing and cuddling like we were longtime lovers, he slowly rubbing his hands along my back and down onto my ass.

"Um, hello," came a voice from the door. I rolled over with a start and caught Murphy, looking embarrassed, peering into the room. "We, uh, should probably get going."

"We'll be right out," I said through gritted teeth. I was a little embarrassed, but only because he'd walked in on us, not at what I had done. Why should I be? I didn't do anything he hadn't done plenty of times before.

"No problem, we'll wait downstairs," Murphy said, darting into the room to grab the girl's skirt, panties and shoes, unable to hide his smile as he backed out of the room.

I got up, went into the bathroom to wipe off Todd's juices, which had begun to run down my leg, and then quickly got dressed. In a couple of minutes, I walked Todd out of the bedroom and down the stairs, but not before I put my bitch face back on and made it clear to him that he'd better keep his fucking mouth shut.

"I swear to God, if I start seeing people giving me looks, or laughing at me in the line at Taco Bell or wherever, or some asshole propositions me, I will ruin your life. I'll plant half a pound of heroin on you and send you to prison where you'll be ass-raped every day for the next twenty years," I hissed at him, staring directly into his eyes. I could see I got my message across, but also realized that he feelings were hurt, which surprised and even upset me a little. 

"I'm not that guy," he said in a aggrieved tone. "I wouldn't want to hurt you or get you in trouble. I'm not an asshole, no matter what you think, or some macho braggart who goes around mouthing off to all his buddies."

I felt bad and decided to throw him a bone.

"Sorry. I don't really think you are. But if this got out, well, it could really fuck things up for me," I said, and then leaned in to give him a deep, lingering kiss. "And your girlfriend is really lucky. You're a great fuck."

He beamed at that and I figured I was probably safe, if only because he hoped maybe he'd get another shot at me. And who knows, maybe I'll pull him over some time and have him perform some more community service.

Murphy and Melissa were waiting for us at the bottom of the stairs. She gave Todd a look and then shot me an evil glare, to which I responded with a smile. Murphy tried to keep a perfectly straight face, but he couldn't hide his smirk.

We let the two of them go out the back gate, reset the alarm and locked up the house. Then we headed across the street to let Mrs. Cooper know we'd done a very thorough search of the house and everything seemed fine. She seemed a little distressed by that, as she now had to believe that she had imagined the whole thing, which I felt kind of bad about, but what are you gonna do?

"You know, you can't really claim to have been keeping a lookout back there," Murphy said as we climbed back into the squad car. "Which means I don't have to buy you dinner tomorrow night, like I usually do."

"Totally worth it," I replied, grinning.



The Burglary: Officer Sundt and Shoplifter



NOTE: Officer Gina Sundt is the main protagonist in my very first story, The Burglary, even though I never actually identify her. This story is not a sequel, but one of a series of semi-independent stories I hope to complete about her sexual adventures. As you can probably tell, I have a thing for women in uniform.

*****

I had about 90 minutes left on my shift when I got the call that a shoplifter had been caught at a boutique in a nearby shopping center. Some place called Aline's, not that that meant anything to me, as I'd never been called there before. So I radioed in that I was on my way and five minutes later, pulled into a parking lot populated by a smattering of Beamers, Audis, and Range Rovers.

The place was at the far end of the center, and driving up to it, you couldn't really tell what kind of establishment it was. There weren't any window displays, just dark crimson curtains hung across the plate-glass windows in the front. The only signage was its name, stenciled in ornate letters across a frosted glass window set in a heavy wooden door. That's it. No information on days or hours of operation, nothing about what credit cards were accepted, no signs warning loiters or solicitors away. Given its appearance, I expected the interior to be somewhat dark and gloomy. So I was surprised when I pulled open the door and found it was well lit by skylights and subtle track lighting. The crimson curtains were backed by an egg-shell white fabric and the place had a warm, airy feel to it.

I was equally surprised by the merchandise. I hadn't known what to expect, and I guess given the name, the racks filled with what looked like very high-end lingerie should not have surprised me that much. It was an exotic sounding feminine name, after all. But some of this stuff looked incredibly risqué; sheer blouses, lace bodysuits, and leather corsets all shared rack space and there were shelves and bins filled with racy panties and stockings of all colors and styles. I liked the stuff, don't get me wrong, but this was Briartown, a wealthy, exclusive neighborhood that tended to be older and very conservative. I just didn't see this place surviving in such a location.

"Good afternoon, officer. Doing a little shopping on your lunch break?"

The question came from a very attractive young woman who seemed to have materialized out of nowhere, which is frankly a little embarrassing, given that I'm supposed to be an ever-alert officer of the law. She was tall, with long straight black hair falling down her back and was wearing a sleeveless red dress cinched by a black belt. The dress that hung to just above her knees and her legs were clad in black patterned stockings and black calf-high boots. Her large, brown eyes looked eagerly at me, although why she thought a lowly cop would be able to provide much in the way of a commission was beyond me. Still, she was very attractive, about six inches shorter than me with well-defined arms, something I admire in women. And she had a really nice pair of breasts that the dress' low cut showed off to very nice effect, which is something else I admire in women. My own tits are always hidden behind body armor, which shows exactly nothing off to nice effect, but it can stop a bullet, so there's that.

"Actually, I'm here about the shoplifter," I said in a somewhat confused tone, thinking she should have been able to figure that out. 

Her brow furrowed and she looked even more puzzled than me, but then another woman called out from the rear of the store, "It's okay, Darcy. I'll handle this."

She was a tall, willowy blonde with long, golden hair falling in soft waves around her shoulders. She wore a white, long-sleeve blouse of a gauzy material untucked over black yoga pants, little makeup or jewelry other than a gold ring around one thumb and a braided gold chain around her wrist. The material of her blouse meant that I had a pretty good view of the lacy white bra she wore beneath it and her breasts, while smaller than Darcy's, seemed firm and shapely to me. But her most arresting feature was her large, saucer-like blue eyes, not quite large enough to be considered freakish or unpleasant, but prominent enough that they clearly held one's gaze. Perhaps hypnotic would be a good word for them; they certainly held my attention as she slowly but purposefully strode across the room to me.

"Good afternoon, officer," she said, extending a pale, delicate hand with long, thin fingers. "I'm Aline, the owner of this establishment."

"Officer Gina Sundt," I said, surprised by her remarkably strong grip. "What seems to be the problem?"

"I'm afraid that a young woman who came in a few minutes ago attempted to take the, how do they phrase it, five fingered discount. She hid several pairs of panties in her purse while she thought I wasn't looking. Darcy was in the back at the time."

Aline had just the slightest French accent, and her voice was lower and deeper than you would ever expect from such a tall, thin woman. I found it very erotic.

"Where is this person now?" I asked in my most formal, professional voice. 

"She's sitting in my office. She's been very cooperative, didn't try to run or be violent in any way. She's a regular customer, comes in with her mother usually. Still, I can't let this kind of thing go," she said, turning and leading me to the back of the store. I had not initially noticed that the place was divided up into two show rooms, as it were. The one in the back, accessed through an archway, was a smaller area that featured ultra-sexy costumes as well as glass cabinets and shelves containing various types of sex toys, all of them looking very expensive. These were not the cheap silicon or plastic types found in sleazier stores - and yes, I've got a few - but rather high-end items that looked more like works of art than sex aides. They came in a variety of shapes, sizes and colors, primarily silver, black or blood-red. There were, besides a diversity of dildos and vibrators, anal plugs, nipple clamps, ben-wa balls, leather riding crops, handcuffs, paddles, floggers, spreader bars and every other kind of sexual accoutrement one can imagine.

"Do you like our selection?" Aline asked me, obviously noting my interest in her stock.

"Honestly, yes," I replied. "Some of these look very interesting and a lot of fun."

I've never been one to be ashamed of my love of sex and besides, I was feeling a little flirty. It had been more than a week since I'd been laid, and even longer since I'd been with a woman. Frankly, I missed that feminine touch and Aline was a beautiful woman who exuded a very seductive aura.

"Do you have a lot of experience with these sorts of things?" she inquired, then stopped sort and turned to me, her face red with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, that was an incredibly personal question and very inappropriate. Please accept my apology."

I smiled at her, finding her discomfort somewhat cute. "Don't worry about it. I don't mind telling you. I've got a couple of items at home, but not of this quality. Some of the others, I've played with from time to time, and usually enjoyed the experience, but I'm not a regular user."

Aline gave me a friendly, maybe even a little flirtatious look. "I tell you what, if you see something you really would want to try, just ask. I'd be happy to hook you up at a very good discount."

"Thanks. I may take you up on that. But I think we better talk to this shoplifter of yours."

"Of course," she said and led me through to a short hallway. Halfway along it there were two doors, one on each side. She opened the one on the left and we entered a roomy, tastefully decorated office. There was a large, mahogany desk with what looked like a very comfortable office chair, a couple of filing cabinets, some bookcases, two armchairs and, against the far wall, a wide leather couch.

Seated on the couch was Michelle Greene. I knew the little bitch instantly. She was a spoiled rotten little troublemaker whom I'd pulled over on several occasions. Every time, it was the same routine; a bitchy attitude, threatening to have my badge, didn't I know who her father was, yada yada yada. When that didn't work, she'd offer a couple of hundred bucks. Normally, I don't mind collecting an informal fee and letting the driver go, but I wrote her up every chance I got. Not that it ever mattered; the tickets were always dismissed with no explanation.

A couple of months ago, her high school graduation party got so out of hand that a dozen squad cars and the police helicopter were dispatched. Her daddy had hired some well-known hip-hop group and when word got around, a bunch of kids from the south side - the kind whose parents might work in Briartown, but would never be allowed to live there - showed up and pretty soon snotty rich kids and angry poor kids were duking it out. It was a shitty night, and what I recall most clearly was Michelle standing on a balcony, swigging champagne from a bottle and encouraging her male admirers to kick some ass. 

Frankly, I hated the little shit even though I thought she was hot as hell. She had long, curly brown hair with blonde highlights, green eyes, plump lips and the muscular body of a three-year varsity cheerleader. Her breasts were large and firm, which I knew because she was usually dressed like a stripper about to go on stage. Still, she was a complete bitch.

"Hello, Ms. Greene. I see we've gone from speeding to shoplifting," I said in a snarkier tone than the department usually likes us to use. She looked up from the magazine she was examining, gave me a dismissive glance, and then went back to her reading.

"Whatever," she hissed. "Let's just get this over with, shall we. I guess I need to call my attorney."

I looked at Aline and motioned her out to the hall. 

"Look," I said, "I'm more than happy to take her in, but you have to know, nothing is going to happen to her. Her daddy will see to that."

"Oh, I know. I see you are just as familiar with her as I am. She and her mother - well, actually, I think it's her stepmother, she only looks to be in her mid-30s - are usually rude and demanding, but willing to pay. I guess since she was here alone today, she decided to take her insolence up a notch." 

She tilted her head and gave me an appraising look, as if she was judging carefully what she should say next. Then she reached out her hand and laid it gently on my bare wrist.

"Of course, there are other ways of punishing people," she said, looking me in the eyes. "I'm a pretty good judge of character, and in my opinion, that girl not only needs discipline, but is actually craving it. How about we give it to her?

I narrowed my eyes and stared into her face. I had a pretty good idea of what she might be thinking, but I wasn't sure if it worth the risk. If she was wrong about little Michelle Greene, then she'd be looking at major litigation and my career would be over. Still, it would be nice to finally put that spoiled snot in her place and given the nature of her business, my guess was that Aline was very good at reading people who might be in to this sort of thing. She must have seen something in the girl's behavior or attitude that escaped me. I doubted she would have broached the subject if she weren't fairly confident her plan would be successful.

"What do you have in mind?" I asked.

"Follow me," she said, opening the second door and heading down a flight of carpeted stairs. They ended in a small room that was featureless except for two doors on adjacent walls. 

"That's just a storeroom," Aline said, jerking her thumb to the door on our left. "This, on the other hand, is where I believe little Miss Prissy can be taught proper manners.

The door she pushed open was a heavy steel job that swung soundlessly in; as it did, several discretely placed lights came on automatically. I paused for just a second to take in what I was seeing. A deep, dark red carpet lay between walls that alternated between mahogany panels and floor-to-ceiling mirrors. The space was surprising large, perhaps even extending under one or more adjacent businesses. But it was the décor of the room that grabbed one's attention. Because I had seen a few BDSM films, and been in a few clubs in my time - did I mention my love of sex? - I recognized most of the items. There was a Saint Andrews Cross with leather straps against one wall, a couple of adjustable leather-covered sawhorses, a spanking table, a movable swing stand, and two cylindrical-shaped cages. There were chains, ropes and silk ties hanging from the walls and ceiling and on the far end, a modernistic looking, king-sized four poster bed with a black metal frame.

There was a massive flat-screen television mounted on one wall and facing it was what appeared to be a hybrid of a recliner and a gynecological exam table. There were straps on both the arm's chairs and on the stirrups that took the place of the foot rest found on your run-of-the-mill recliner, as well as a couple of more that appeared to go around a person's torso. I guessed, correctly as it turned out, that this was used to restrain someone while they were made to watch porn videos, presumably to help get them really revved up.

"Holy shit," I said, looking around admiring the setup. "This is very impressive. Is it for personal use only, or do you sell some of this stuff?"

"Oh no, it's not for sale. But it's not for personal use, either, or at least not exclusively. I host very select client gatherings here. You'd be surprised how many middle-aged couples would like to experiment with this kind of thing. Some of our community's most respected leaders have spent time in this room, but I won't name names, of course. I give them a safe place to play, and sell them some of the items that I demonstrate down here."

"The floggers, paddles, and such?" I guessed.

"Exactly," she said smiling at me. "I have to be careful to only invite those individuals who would welcome such an experience, of course, so I have become very good at reading people. And my reading of our little friend upstairs is that this is exactly what she not only needs, but very much desires. She's never had discipline in her life, and she wants it. She wants to be punished. It's why she tried to steal from me. She knew I would catch her, she did it right in front of me."

I nodded thoughtfully, looking around at the room and envisioning all the fun we could have with Michelle down here. And I saw Aline's point. I'd run into more than a few people who wanted to be caught and punished, sometimes out of guilt, but other times just out of a need to be punished. 

"You're probably right. So what's the plan?"

She gave me an appreciative look and told me what she had in mind. I told her it sounded like an excellent idea, and we went back upstairs to her office.

"On your feet," I barked at Michelle as we entered the office.

"Fuck you," she replied in a flat, languid voice, not even bothering to look up. Funny, though, how she hadn't left when she had the chance. She knew her daddy would be able to get her out of anything. He owned half the real estate in this city. I took her lack of resistance as a sign that Aline was right.

I crossed the room and grabbed her, yanking her to her feet, then spun her around and slapped a pair of handcuffs on her. She gasped and tried to kick me but I just pulled her toward the door across the hall and down the stairs, Aline following behind.

"What the fuck is going on," she yelled as we descended the stairs. "I'll fucking have your badge and sue the both of you."

When we got to the bottom, I held her out and Aline stepped up and slapped her hard across the face.

"You will do no such thing. You will shut up and take the punishment that's coming to you."

The kid just stared at her, one side of her face a deep red. She had begun to cry and was breathing hard, but stopped all resistance and walked meekly through the door into Aline' play room. When we entered, she stopped short. Her eyes grew wide and she gave me a look of fear and disbelief.

"You asked for this," I told her calmly. "You're going to learn how to behave, starting today, whether you like it or not."

Aline closed and locked the door behind us. Then, as I held the little bitch still, Aline stripped her, pulling off her high heels, panties and skirt, and then using scissors to cut away her blouse and bra. I thought that would set her off again, but she meekly took it, and I realized that Aline was right about her. Deep down, she wanted this.

I marched her over to the half-recliner, removed the cuffs, and pushed her down. Aline and I secured the arm and leg restraints and then stepped back to admire our handiwork. The seat had been pushed back into a reclined position and the girl's legs were spread wide in the stirrups. Her arms were secured to the padded armchairs and she just looked up at us in confusion, her gaze traveling from one to the other and then back again.

The thing I noticed was her breasts. Not just that they looked tasty as hell and were begging to be fondled, but that they were tipped by two very erect little nipples. And she couldn't blame the temperature because it was nice and toasty down here, I guess because most of the people who visit aren't going to be wearing much in the way of clothing.

Aline nodded in approval and then stepped over to a small cabinet along the wall. From a drawer, she extracted a thick black vibrator and turned it on, its dull buzzing reminding me of a fly trapped between a window and curtain.

"This should do, I think" she said with an evil smile, then walked over to Michelle. 

Michelle's attitude seemed to have changed as she now just watched Aline through narrowed eyes, a slight smirk on her face. "Just what the fuck do you think this is going to accomplish? You going to fuck me into submission?"

"Something like that," the tall blonde coolly replied, standing between the girl's legs and looking down at her. "I wonder, Gina, do you think we'll need lube for this?"

"Only one way to find out."

"True," Aline replied, then shoved her index and middle fingers into Michelle's bare pussy. It was so wet that a thin line of juice actually ran down the girl's perineum and Aline' fingers made a loud squishy sound as she worked them around. Michelle ground her pelvis, trying to get the fingers even deeper and moaned softly. When she pulled them out, they were coated in glistening pussy juice.

I reached out and grabbed Aline' wrist, pulling her hand to my face. I slowly licked up one finger, and then sucked it into my mouth, savoring the sensation of Michelle's pussy and Aline's flesh. She gave me a warm, appreciative look.

"Yum," I said. "I always figured she'd have a tasty cunt."

Aline stared down directly into Michelle's eyes, which were now wide with shock, and licked the other finger clean. "Yes, very nice. Perhaps if you're cooperative, little girl, I'll decide to sample directly from the source."

"Yes please," Michelle gasped, the need obvious in her voice.

"But for now, we need to finish getting you all prepped," Aline said, then with one swift move pushed the still buzzing vibrator all the way up into the teenager's wet pussy. Michelle squealed with delight and I have to admit to feeling a little pang of jealousy. It looked like a very nice vibrator.

"Now, just one more thing to do, then Officer Sundt and I will be going upstairs to discuss your future," Aline said. She then picked up the television remote and turned it on. The screen showed a menu of video titles and Aline began scrolling through them, clearly looking for a particular selection.

"Ah, here we go. This will do nicely," she said, then highlighted a compilation video titled Bondage Bitches, Teenage Sluts. "Now Michelle, I want you to watch this movie very carefully. I think you'll find a lot of clues in it about the proper way a young woman such as yourself should treat her betters."




The Burglary: Officer Sundt and Shoplifter



She hit play and instantly a scene, set in a classroom, flickered on. An older woman, clearly the teacher, was seated in her chair while a girl who looked to be Michelle's age knelt between her legs, pleasuring the woman. Every now and then, the teacher would lean forward, pick up a leather riding crop, and bring it down hard on the girl's ass.

"But you're not going to just leave me here, are you," Michelle whined. "Please, I need to cum. Honestly, I'll behave, really."

"Sorry, dear, but your training has just begun. Don't worry, I'll check in on you every few minutes, until we're ready to proceed."

With that, she turned and walked out the door; I followed closely on her heels. When we got back to her office, she turned and gave me a wide smile. "It's going great, don't you think? I'm convinced that by the end of the evening, she will be our little sex slave!"

"No doubt," I concurred. "I just wish she were ready now. I'm going to finish the rest of my shift horny as hell."

"Well, if you have a few more minutes, I could help you with that." The words came out as a seductive purr and I instantly shed my utility belt. Aline dropped to her knees, removed one of my boots, and then pulled by pants down, freeing one leg so that I could give her optimal access to my needy cunt.

I sat on the edge of the couch, watching as this gorgeous woman leaned forward and ran her tongue slowly up my labia. She was obviously a skilled pussy licker because it only took her a few minutes of furious licking and nibbling on and around my clit and pussy lips before a much needed orgasm ripped through me. I grabbed her head and pushed her face into my soaking wet bush, grinding against her. When I had finally calmed down, she leaned back and looked up at me, her face shiny with my juices. Then my radio went off, dispatch doing a welfare check, since I had failed to check in for a few minutes.

"Shit, I've got to go," I told her after I replied to the message. "I wish I had time to return the favor."

"Not to worry. Darcy, who you met when you came in, has a number of duties she performs for me, and several she's particularly adept at. I will be more than fine, I assure you," she said. "When can I expect you back?"

I checked my watch. I had a little more than an hour left on my shift, and as it had been a slow day, there was not too much paperwork to do. "Maybe in 90 minutes, if I'm lucky. Certainly no later than two hours from now."

I pulled Aline into me for a long, deep kiss. I couldn't believe how strongly I was attracted to her, or how quickly the attraction had developed, but there was just something about this beautiful, confident, incredibly sensuous woman. If anyone could bring Michelle Green to her senses, it was Aline.

Despite my new friend's best efforts I remained aroused through the next hour, which thankfully was very quiet. I had one traffic stop, some dork I let go with a warning because I wasn't going to mess with any additional paperwork, and raced back to the station as soon as I could. Once there, I finished up my administrative duties, eschewing the usual after-shift bullshitting with my fellow cops and grabbed my bag from my locker.

"Not showering?" asked Linda Keane, the only other female cop on my shift. She was an attractive woman, if somewhat large. I'd never played with her, since she was married with kids, but I had the feeling she wouldn't be averse to it.

"No, I got a quick errand I gotta run," I said, heading out the door. 

Ten minutes later I was back at Aline's. The door was locked, but I noticed a doorbell, which I hadn't seen before, so I pushed the button. Somewhere deep in the store I heard a chime go off and a few seconds later, Aline opened the door and my jaw just about hit the floor.

She was dressed in a long, diaphanous black robe, black stockings and garter belt and matching half-cup bra and crotchless panties of red silk. She stepped aside, and as soon as she closed the door, we embraced, our mouths meeting in as passionate a kiss as I can recall having in quite some time.

"You look magnificent. I feel like I should drop to my knees and worship you," I said, only half joking.

"And I'm so glad you haven't changed. There's just something about seeing you in uniform, it just turns me on so much," she replied, staring lustfully at me. We kissed again hard, our tongues dancing while my hands cupped her firm ass cheeks and pulled her tight against me.

"Do me a favor," she whispered in a husky voice. "Later, when it's time, wear your uniform shirt. I love the idea of fucking you like that."

"Anything for you, Aline," I said. It wasn't the first time a lover had made such a request, although I don't always oblige them. Sometimes, especially with guys, the request just always seems so disrespectful, but I didn't feel that way with Aline. I think instead of seeing it as just nailing a cop, she was reveling in being with another strong woman. At least, that's how I chose to take it.

When we'd finally managed to pull ourselves together and temporarily curb our mutual lust, I asked her how things were going with our friend downstairs.

"Perfect. Even better than we'd hoped," she said, gesturing me to follow her. When we got to her office, she picked up a laptop and started a video. 

Michelle was reclining in the chair, her body sweaty and quivering and her eyes wild with lust. The dildo was still buried in her pussy, which was gleaming with her moisture. Her breasts were heaving and her nipples looked like overripe cherries about to burst.

"Please mistress, please fuck me. I'll be your good slut, I promise. I'll do anything, I'll l serve you however you want, just please let me cum," she moaned to Aline, standing just out of range of whatever camera was recording this.

"And Mistress Gina," Aline's voice, digitally altered, asked.

"Yes, of course, Mistress Gina as well. She's so beautiful. I want to fuck you both. Make me your slut, please."

There was a quick jump, as if a short portion had been edited out, and then Aline's disguised voice demanded, "Tell me about your mother."

"My stepmother, mistress? She's a fucking whore. She has a private yoga teacher, some really hot black woman. Every session ends with Deborah between her legs. I've seen it. I've also saw her fuck my Uncle Joe and Aunt Trina. They had a threesome last Christmas while my father was out. "

"Interesting. And if we want to make her one of our pets?"

"Oh, yes, mistress, anything I can do I will. If she knew you knew, she'd do anything to keep it secret. Please, will you make me cum if I help you? I'm so fucking horny, I need it so bad."

The girl was clearly overwhelmed by lust. Her eyes, her voice, her body all betrayed the desperate need she must be feeling. The way she pleaded for release almost had me feeling sorry for her. 

"Well, that's interesting," I said to Aline, running my hand up and down her back as we stood next to each other.

"Indeed. I think we will be able to kill two birds with one stone tonight."

"How long has she been liked this," I asked.

"I recorded this a half-hour after you left. Since then, she's become even more cooperative. It didn't hurt that I gave her just the slightest release. Not a full orgasm, but I did move the vibrator a little and played with her nipples, just to give her a different sensation."

"That's almost cruel," I said smiling. "So, shall we go down?"

Aline looked up at me. "Of course. Let's lock your gun up here, though, in case she totally loses her shit or something. Safety first."

"Good idea," I said, removing my utility belt and handing it to her so she could lock it away in cabinet. I also removed my external body armor and my uniform shirt, peeling off the support tank top I usually wore in lieu of a bra. I moved my badge from the vest, which is the type designed to look like a sleeveless uniform shirt, and affixed to my actual uniform shirt, for Aline' sake. I left the blouse unbuttoned, and I stood there clad only in Navy blue panties and uniform shirt, smiling seductively at my new lover.

"Jesus, that's hot," she said, almost drooling as she stared at me. If you don't think that was one hell of an ego boost, think again. "Wait, let's add one thing."

She darted out of the room and came back seconds later with a pair of navy, thigh-high stockings that I quickly pulled on. Unable to resist herself, Aline dropped to her knees and began planting kisses on my bare thighs and pussy.

"Oooh, that's feels nice," I moaned, but then leaned over and pulled her up. "But we've got worked to do, remember?"

I gave her a quick but lustful kiss and then we both headed for the basement, and Michelle.

When we walked through the door to her basement playroom, the smell of arousal hit me like a brick. Michelle was exactly where I'd last seen her, her body limp in the recliner, her eyes glassy as she stared at the video she'd been watching for almost two hours now. The scene was now of an orgy, with a half-dozen young women in cheerleader uniforms, or what was left of those uniforms, tied or handcuffed to various devices while a group of older women, some sporting strap-ons, had their way with them. I was pleased to see one those with the faux cocks was also wearing a police shirt. It I wasn't an atheist, I'd have taken it as a clear sign of God's approval. 

We slowly walked to Michelle, who'd turned her head to watch us approach. A thin line of spittle ran from the corner of her mouth and she looked like a junkie who was in desperate need of a fix, which I suppose she was. As we drew nearer, I saw a small pool of liquid had formed on the floor beneath her pussy. She moaned softly and her eyes followed us, but she seemed incapable of any other reaction.

"Well, my sweet pet, I think we are finally ready to move forward," Aline said to her, smiling down at the girl. She turned off the television and then motioned to me to help undo the restraints. We gently heaved Michelle out of the chair, her head swiveling as she looked from me to Aline and back, as if she were a small, confused child wondering who were these two strangers carrying her across the room.

"Look whose come back to see you," Aline said, addressing her much as a parent would a child. "Do you have anything to say to Mistress Gina?"

"I'm sorry mistress," Michelle said, her voice hoarse and hesitant. "Sorry for being bad, I mean. Please can I be your slut?"

I looked at Aline, who grinned and said, "We've been practicing how best to address our betters. She's coming along nicely."

"Thank you mistress," Michelle whispered.

We led the girl, so overcome by lust that I doubt she knew where she was, over to the bed, then had her kneel while we sat down, side by side.

"I think you know what you have to do, don't you, Michelle. We discussed this, and you watched the other girls do it in the movie," Aline said kindly.

"Yes, mistress," Michelle said, then seemed to come awake and took a deep breath. She looked at Aline. "Mistress, please can this slut be your slave? May I serve you as you wish, making my body available whenever you want? I live to serve you."

"Yes, " Aline said in a solemn tone and then spread her legs. Michelle leaned forward and began to lap at her new mistress' pussy. Within a minute, Aline, who'd no doubt grown hornier as the afternoon wore on, threw back her head, clenching her teeth as an orgasm hit her.

As soon as she pulled back, her face shiny with pussy juice, Michelle shuffled on her knees until she was directly in front of me. "Please mistress, may I serve you as your slut and slave? I wish only to bring you pleasure and make my body available to you at your command."

I gave Aline a I'm-very-impressed look and then turned back to the spoiled teenager who'd been such a pain in my ass. "Yes, you may."

She leaned forward and began to tongue my swollen pussy lips and the desire that had been building since I left Aline's almost two hours ago flared up like a forest fire. Like Aline, it took me almost no time to reach orgasm, especially since the willowy blonde leaned over and began chewing on one of my nipples.

When we were both sated, we looked at Michelle, still on her knees, watching us like a puppy eyes a treat. We smiled at each other and then pulled the girl onto the bed.

"My sweet pet, you have done well and now you will be rewarded," Aline said, and with no further hesitation, dove between the teenager's legs and began to eat her out. I in turn covered Michelle's mouth with mine while fondling her breasts, forcing my tongue against hers. Then I moved down and began sucking and biting her nipples. She was so keyed up that she lasted less than thirty seconds before reaching possibly the most intense orgasm I'd ever seen. She screamed to wake the dead and her body bucked so hard she almost bloodied Aline's nose.

When it was over, we lay on either side of her, kissing and stroking her body softly. After a few minutes, I inserted a finger into her still sopping cunt and began fucking her. She climaxed again, moaning and grinding her pussy against my hand. When she was done, Aline and I stood up and looked down at her beaming face, the picture of sexual satisfaction.

"Well, Michelle, here's the deal. You've experienced a taste of what your new life could be like, but it has to be your choice," Aline told her.

"It's up to you," I added. "You are free to go, but know that Aline and I will deny we did anything to you, and you have no witnesses."

"And Darcy, my employee, will swear on the bible that you left hours ago," Aline said. "On the other hand, if you meant what you said, if you really want to be our pet, then you may stay and begin your new life."

Michelle stared up at us for a second, then jumped from the bed and dropped to her knees.

"Please mistresses, don't sent me away. I meant every word. I've never felt like this, like I actually have a purpose. And I admire you both so much. I feel like I have so much I could learn from you. I want to be your servant and do everything you ask."

Aline and I exchanged smiles and then nodded to the beautiful teenager kneeling before us.

"Very well," I said. "Consider yourself our pet. We expect total obedience, but I promise you, you won't regret it."

Michelle jumped up and moved as if she were going to hug us, but then realized that slaves do not take such liberties and dropped back to her knees. "Thank you so much, Mistress Gina, Mistress Aline. I'll do anything you ask."

"Good," Aline said. "The first thing I want you to do is call your mother and tell her to come get you. Tell her you got caught shoplifting and she needs to come here now."

Michelle looked a little puzzled, but then understanding dawned on her face and she almost laughed. "Right away, mistress. I'll do anything to help bring my bitch of a stepmother under your control."

She reached for her cell phone, which Aline had placed on a nearby cabinet, and then turned back to us. "Would it help if you have video of her and the yoga instructor? The last time I spied on them, I took some. I have it on my phone."

Aline and I could scarcely believe our luck. "Give me your phone," Aline demanded, then typed in her email address and told Michelle to send her the video. A minute later, we were in Aline' office crowded around her laptop.

The video clearly showed two naked women, Deborah Greene and her yoga teacher, an attractive, muscular black woman with small breasts and a medium length afro hairstyle. Deborah was kneeling between the black woman's legs while she lay on a yoga mat, propped up on her elbows. She was gazing down at the white woman with a look almost of disdain as Michelle's stepmother lapped at her cunt. For a minute, the sound of her licking and the occasional moan from the instructor was all that could be heard, and then Deborah took a break.

"I fucking love going down on you Kelly. You're so beautiful," the blonde housewife said.

"Thanks, Now keep licking bitch," was all Kelly said. Deborah did and the video ended shortly thereafter. 

"I had to stop," Michelle said. "I was afraid of being caught."

"Call her," Aline said in a determined voice. Michelle did, and she and the stepmother had a short argument, with Michelle going back into bitchy stepdaughter mode. I can only guess at what Deborah Greene said.

"She's on her way," Michelle said, hanging up. "What else can I do to help, mistresses?"

I threw myself down on the couch and spread my legs. "You can follow your mother's example and get licking."

Michelle instantly dropped down and eagerly went to work. Aline mouthed "I'll be back" and disappeared out the door. After a few minutes, I felt my next orgasm begin to blossom and I closed my eyes to enjoy the ride. When I opened them again, Aline was standing in front of us with a box of items she'd collected.

"Stand up, slave," she told Michelle. The teenager obeyed, and Aline handed her a skin-tight mesh, pull-over top with holes in the front providing unfettered access to her tits. She also donned a pair of thigh-high black fishnets, a pair of black stilettos, and to finish the ensemble, a black leather dog collar with a tag that read 'slave bitch.'

"That's better," Aline said, then sat down next to me and spread her legs. Without waiting for a command, Michelle knelt and began worshiping Aline' pussy. She was really getting into this whole slave thing.

I got up and looked in the box to see what else Aline had grabbed. I was impressed. There was a strap-on with a massive rubber cock, a shiny silver vibrator, a riding crop, and a slutty maid costume that I had the feeling Deborah Greene would soon be wearing. 

By a wonderful coincidence, the doorbell chimed as the exact moment that Aline let out a load moan, grinding herself against Michelle as she did so. 

"Fuck," she muttered, standing up. "I could have used another minute. Gina, will you take my laptop and our pet to the basement. And don't let her clean up, please."

"Understood," I replied and helped Michelle to her feet. We watched Aline stride confidently down the hall and toward the door and then headed downstairs. I had the laptop while Michelle carried the box of goodies. I wondered how Deborah Greene would react when Aline opened the door, dressed as she was.

Later, Aline told me that the woman had just stood there in shock, staring at her, and then demanded to know what the hell was going on. Aline told her that if she wanted to keep her and her daughter's reputations intact, she'd get her ass in the store immediately. Aline said Deborah had instantly obeyed, although her face looked like she'd just swallowed a mouthful of fresh lemon juice. Still, she'd obeyed, which told Aline all she needed to know.

"Follow me," Aline had told her and then led her downstairs to where her stepdaughter and I waited, Michelle kneeling obediently, her face still glistening with pussy juice, while I leaned casually against the wall.

When Aline led her in, Deborah Greene stepped across the threshold, stopped and looked around her in wonder. "I've heard rumors about this room, but I never believed them," she said to no one in particular.

"You were never invited, because I found you to be too much of a bitch," Aline said. "But after tonight, you'll be spending a lot of time down here."

Deborah Greene started to say something, then spied her stepdaughter and her face grew even more livid. "What the fuck are you doing, Michelle. Get up this instant and find your clothes.

"And you," she said, turning on Aline, "what the hell do you think you are doing to my daughter? I'm calling the police!"

Aline glanced at me just as I stepped forward, swearing just my uniform shirt and stockings, having discarded my panties earlier in the evening. "Don't bother, Mrs. Greene, the police are already here. And I'll make sure that if you bother reporting this, no one will believe you."




The Burglary: Officer Sundt and Shoplifter



She whirled around and glared at me, anger and shock mingling on her face. She must have recognized me from her daughter's party, because she never questioned my claim to be a cop. She stood there gaping, stunned into silence.

"Wha...what is going on here," she stammered. I wasn't too surprised to see that her nipples had become visible through the silky sky-blue blouse she wore.

"It's very simple, Deborah. Your spoiled little stepbitch tried to steal from me, and so I and Officer Sundt here have made her our personal sex slave. But since sharing her won't always be easy, we've decided to do the same to you."

That pulled Deborah out of her shock but quick. "Like hell you will," she said, stepping toward Aline. "The only thing you two will be doing is facing arrest and million-dollar lawsuits."

"I doubt that very much," I said. "Aline, your laptop is right on the small table there, and I believe I've got it all queued up properly."

Aline stepped over to the laptop and hit a key. Instantly, the video showing Michelle's declaration of her servitude to us, her desire to be our slut and her pleading with us to fuck her began showing. Deborah Greene said nothing, but her face went from beet red to ghostly white in about a second.

"Oh, and let's not forget this one," Aline said when the first video was done. She tapped the keyboard again and Deborah Greene saw herself going down on her black yoga instructor, an image that would doom her among the conservative and closeted racists of Briartown.

"So you see, Deborah," Aline said in a low, matter-of-fact tone, "You won't be calling anyone or filing any litigation or doing anything else but what your two new mistresses tell you to do."

"That video doesn't prove anything," Deborah said in a desperate, last-gasp effort to salvage the situation. "I'll just claim you faked it."

"Seriously?" I said. "Your voice is audible and your face is crystal clear. Besides, if we have to, we'll just have the photographer clarify its origins. You will do that, slave."

"Of course, mistress" said Michelle, grinning evilly at her stepmother. "Deborah, I shot that video and I'm happy to tell everyone how you love it when your yoga teacher berates you while you eagerly lap at her cunt. You do it three times a week, you know you do."

Deborah Greene's shoulders slumped and tears began to run down her face. She was beaten and she knew it. "What do you want?"

Aline stepped up to her and gently stroked her face. "Nothing you don't want in your heart of hearts. That video, and your behavior tonight, tells me you are just as submissive as your stepdaughter. So you're going to join her on your knees, pledging your loyalty to us. But first, put this on."

She tossed the slutty maid outfit at the suburban blonde housewife, who caught it and without a word, began to strip. The yoga classes, or maybe the after-class activities, had done her a world of good. Her body was lean and taut and my mouth watered just looking at her still firm, perky breasts and the long, pink nipples jutting out from light brown areolas. Like her daughter, Deborah Greene may have protested her treatment, but there was no hiding her arousal.

The costume was the traditional French maid outfit but with a cupless bra so that her tits were on full display. She'd been given no panties, but she rolled on a pair of white thigh-high stockings before slipping her feet into a pair of matching white high heels. 

All four of us proceeded toward the bed on the far side of the room and then the Greenes were told to kneel.

"Pet Michelle, perhaps you can demonstrate to your stepmother the proper way to pledge obedience to your mistresses," Aline said.

"Of course, mistress," she said, and then offered up a new pledge of obedience. "Mistress, please may this unworthy slut serve as your sex toy, your plaything to use and abuse as you see fit. Your pleasure is all that matters to me. Please fuck me whenever and however you choose and may I be punished severely if ever I fail one of my mistresses."

"That's very good," I told her in an encouraging voice. Sitting down on the bed, I spread my legs. "Would you like a reward?"

"Yes, please, mistress," she said, energetically nodding her head, her eyes gleaming as they stared at my pussy. She began crawling toward me and a second later, she was once again licking away at me. 

"Well, why don't you try it Deborah," Aline suggested.

Deborah stared down at the floor for several seconds and only the sounds of Michelle's licking could be heard. I gently pressed down on the girl's head to halt her activities and then we both turned to look at her stepmother, who suddenly drew in and then slowly released a deep breath. She raised her head and looked first Aline and then me directly in the eyes as she spoke.

"Mistresses, please accept this lowly slut as your servant. I will do everything in my power to please you. Please make my your pet, and allow me the pleasure of serving you in any way you wish, fucking or being fucked whenever and by whoever you choose. Although I am unworthy of the honor, please make me your slave."

Tears rolled down her face as she said the words, but her voice was surprisingly strong and assured, and the speech didn't sound completely off-the-cuff to me. I suspected she recited it in her fantasies, which were no doubt remarkably similar to what was happening to her now.

"We will do so, but only on one condition," Aline said.

"What is that, mistress?" Deborah asked, sounding almost as if she was scared that we would reject her.

"I want evidence that you really want this. Slave Michelle, get over here," Aline said sharply.

Michelle instantly moved over to stand by her stepmother, looking expectantly at Aline like a soldier awaiting an order.

"Finger her pussy," Aline said. "And use two fingers."

Turning to Deborah, she said "If you're as wet as I think you are, it's clear evidence that you want this as much as your daughter did, maybe even more, since you haven't been strapped in a chair watching porn for two hours."

Deborah showed no reaction to that statement, probably because she now had two fingers up her snatch. A squelching sound came from between her legs as Michelle worked her fingers, twisting them and jamming them up as far as she could. Deborah's body was shaking and she was whimpering softly, her eyes half closed. Finally, Michelle extracted her fingers, to her stepmother's obvious disappointment.

"Jesus, she's soaking down there Mistresses," Michelle said, holding up two fingers coated in pussy juice.

She extended her hand to Aline, who sucked one of the fingers into her mouth. "Mmmm, you taste as good as your stepdaughter."

I got up and walked over to Michelle to claim my share of the erotic treat. Michelle held up her hand to me and slowly ran my tongue up and down her finger several times, making sure I got all of the remaining juice.

"Feel free to get a sample for yourself," I told her. She promptly stuck a finger back into her stepmother and then sucked at it like it was her boyfriend's cock on prom night.

Aline crawled onto the bed and lay back, propped up on the pillows piled against the headboard. "Slave Deborah, come and prove your loyalty. I know you've had plenty of practice, so you better be good."

To my surprise, Deborah Greene gave her a wide smile and then, staring straight into Aline's beautiful blue eyes, crawled onto the bed and between her legs. She lowered her head and began slowly licking and kissing all around her pussy.

I grabbed Michelle and took a seat on a cushioned, straight backed chair next to the bed, the kind with no arms that makes it easy to straddle your lover face-to-face. I sat down and pulled the teenager onto my lap, then began finger fucking her while I suckled on her tits, all the while watching the incredible erotic scene unfolding before me. Michelle slipped one arm around my back and began playing with my tits with her other hand.

Aline was pulling and pinching her own nipples while Deborah's efforts picked up speed and intensity. It wasn't long before Aline cried out, her body jerking as she climaxed yet again. The two of them lay there, gently kissing, while Michelle and I continued to fondle each other and make out in the chair.

After a few minutes, I decided it was time I claimed my share of Deborah, so I pushed Michelle up and walked over to the box. I pulled out the strap-on and pulled it on, then walked over to the bed.

"I'm going to fuck the shit out of you now, slave," I told her. 

"Please do, mistress," she replied.

I crawled on top of her, settled between her legs and with one quick move, shoved the artificial cock up her pussy. The device was designed so that there was an extension inside the harness that had slipped into me, and as I fucked her, it was as if I was also fucking myself.

I started slow and easy, teasing her. We kissed and I played with her tits while I eased in and out of her. Gradually I began to increase the pace and soon the bed was shaking as I slammed into her with all I had. I found I was driving myself wild as I did so.

"Fuck me, harder, harder, please," Deborah moaned as she bucked back up against me. Finally, her hands dug into my back and I felt her legs wrap around me as she came, which pushed me over the edge, for like the hundredth time that night.

I collapsed into her arms and we made out passionately for a while, then I became aware of a soft buzzing noise. Looking over, I saw Michelle had retrieved the silver vibrator, and was slowly gliding it in, out and around Aline's cunt, eliciting occasional signs and whimpers from her. I lay down next to Deborah, our bodies pressed together, as we watched the teenager and the 30-something store owner. After a few minutes, Aline came and all four of us just lay on the bed, exhausted.

"Deborah," Aline said, pushing herself up out of the bed and retrieving her laptop. She came over to where our newest slave was reclining peacefully and put down the computer. "If you wish, I will erase these videos and order Michelle to do the same. Gina and I decided hours ago that neither you nor Michelle would be forced to remain our slaves against your will. So you are free, if you choose."

Deborah turned her head and gave me a questioning look. I nodded, and then reached over and gently brushed one of her long, blonde locks from her face. "She's being truthful. For this to work in the long run, it has to be something you really want. We gave Michelle the same choice. She's opted to remain with us."

Michelle looked at her mother and nodded in the affirmative. Deborah smiled, and then leaned over and kissed me. She then looked up at Aline.

"This night has been wonderful. You have forced me to accept my true feelings and I am forever grateful. I'm absolutely certain that this is what I want," she said in a strong, confident tone. Then she glanced as her stepdaughter. "So, I guess the Greene girls are yours to do with as you choose."

And believe you me, we chose to do a lot of things that night!