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Crooked Cop

By: Darkness007



The road was dark as night had settled in. The police cruiser accelerated along the road, the engine humming as the driver fed it more gas.

Inside the cruiser, was Officer Chester. 

Chester had been on the force as a patrol officer for the last twelve years. He also had a gambling and drug problem, and was quite the corrupt officer, having abused his powers numerous times.

Chester was driving along the dark road, his eyes scanning ahead. 

"Unit five, the situation is a ten-twenty-six." crackled Chester's radio. 

Chester responded back. "Ten-four that, over."

Chester sighed, as he continued, speeding on.

This particular area was quite desolate, and also quite boring to patrol for him.

Up ahead he saw a pair of tail lights suddenly appear, the small red glow, piercing the darkness.

As he approached the car from behind, he noticed that one of the tail lights was broken.

Chester sped up behind the car, his cruiser's bright headlights illuminating the car in front of him. He turned his flashing red and blue lights on and bleeped his siren once.

Chester loved to pull people over.

It gave him such a delightful feeling. He had busted many people for drugs, only to let them go, but keeping the drugs. He loved to do stuff like that.

Chester was hoping to score now, as he had recently run into a bad string of luck at the Blackjack table. He owed quite a bit of money to some bad people and needed some quick cash.

He saw that a woman was occupying the vehicle, and was by herself. She pulled off to the side and shut her car off.

Chester followed right along behind her. Turning his car off, he opened his door and slowly exited.

Officer Chester slowly approached the woman's car, the gravel crunching in an audible sound beneath his boots.

As he reached the driver side window, it rolled down. He looked inside, his eyes locking onto a young nervous woman.

"License and registration please, miss!" Officer Chester barked at her, as his eyes scanned the interior.

"What did I do?" she pleaded to him, her fingers running nervously through her long blond hair.

"Miss, give me your license and registration, NOW." he said stiffly repeated.

The woman, having been stunned by the harshness of his tone, followed his command moments later.

Officer Chester noted that the young blond woman was dressed in a hot, low cut dress. She was probably coming home from a bar or club he thought to himself.

The young woman opened her glove box under the watchful eye of Officer Chester. She reached in and grabbed a piece of paper, handing it to him, as well as handing him her license.

"Wait here!" he snapped at her, and walked back to his police cruiser. He loved that scared look on her! He ate it up. 

She was a very hot, sexy woman, he noted to himself as he walked back to his car. 

His mind replayed the vision of her short skirt riding up her legs as she was reaching over to grab her registration.

A plan quickly formulated in his mind. He looked around the area. There were a few houses up ahead, but they were quite far away. The rest of the area was quiet, and enveloped in darkness.

He slowly reached under his seat and grabbed an item, and tucked it in his pocket.

Walking back to the driver side window, he looked at the young woman, trying not to stare at her large cleavage, spilling out.

"Miss your tail light is cracked, that is why I pulled you over." he said, as he handed her license and registration back to her.

"Where are you coming from, and where are you headed?" he quickly shot at her.

"Just a fancy restaurant downtown in South Bend, I was with friends, having dinner." she said to him, as she grabbed her items back from him.

"Have any drinks?" He pushed his questioning, as he couldn't help but eye her body.

Before she could answer, a sudden transformation undertook Officer Chester, as his face turned to rage and his actions were fast and deliberate.

"Okay, Miss, please step out of your vehicle, NOW!"

The young woman, her face showing confusion and fear, did not seem to comprehend his words. Her eyes peered at him in scared amazement.

"What do you mean?" she stammered at him, tears started to slowly trickle down her cheeks.

"I mean, GET OUT, NOW!" He yelled as he grabbed her door handle and yanked it open. For a split second, her long legs filled his vision, before he grabbed her by the shoulders, and quickly pulled her out of her seat.

Officer Chester dragged the young woman to the trunk of her car, noting the firmness of her tight body. 

He positioned her in the classic arrest position and handcuffed her.

The young woman protested the whole time, yelling at him to stop.

Officer Chester went back to the woman's car. He entered her car, and pretended he was searching it. 

Suddenly, as if he found something, he pulled out a small vial.

Exiting her car, he walked over to the woman with the vial in his hand.

"Look at what we have here!" Officer Chester jeered to the woman.

Her eyes grew large, as she shook her head. "That's not mine!" she exclaimed. "I don't even know what that is!"

He smiled a sarcastic smile. "Sure you don't, know what crack is!" he replied. "You can go to jail for a long time for this shit!" He waved the vial at her.

"What do you mean?" she said, her head turning to look over her shoulder. "That ISN'T mine, I don't even know what crack looks like!"

"Miss." he said, as he lay a calloused hand upon her shoulder. "I'm gonna have to frisk you for weapons or more illegal narcotics."

"No way!" the woman shrieked. "She attempted to turn around and back away, but was slammed back into place. She lay stunned, her breathing was shallow as she felt winded.

"Get the fuck off me, you framing fucker!" she screamed at him.

Officer Chester smiled. He looked at her tight body and began to run his hands over it. 

He began by patting and grabbing extensively at her arms and tits, before sliding his hands down to her abdomen and hips. 

His hands went slowly down her legs. His rough skin ran across her soft bare skin on her calves and down to her ankles. 

He then slid his hands slowly back up her legs, then up to her bare thighs, his fingers grasping the bottom of her ass cheeks.

Tears ran silently down her face, as Officer Chester stopped and laughed a wheezy laugh at her.

"We can do this the easy way, and we can fuck, or I can take you in for narcotics!" he said suddenly to her, his hot breath wheezing on the side her face.

He had her, he knew it.

The young woman was still laying on her stomach across her own trunk of her car, her hands handcuffed behind her back.

"No one is here to help you." he continued. "Look around."

The young woman looked around and noted that the bastard was right. This road was a quiet area this time of night.

"Will you let me go if I let you?" she said nervously?

"Let me what?" Officer Chester smiled smugly.

"Let you ... fuck me." she whispered.

"Well, I really shouldn't let you bribe me you know." he said. "It's against the law to bribe an officer with sexual favors."

Officer Chester just loved to mind fuck his prey, it made him feel in charge.

"But," he began. "In your case I think I'll make an exception!". With that, he unlocked her cuffs.

He suddenly flipped her around to face him, her steps were clumsy, as she was wearing long heels.

"Hey!" she cried. "Take it easy!"

Officer Chester looked quickly around pushed the young woman down. She resisted at first, but the pressure he was applying kept holding her down, until she complied.

Chester had not shot a load in what felt like almost a month. Indeed he couldn't even remember the last time he had!

He was quick to unzip his pants and pull down his underwear. He pulled his cock out and told her to stroke it.

The woman stared at his cock, noting the thick veins running through it. She placed her fingers around his shaft and began stroking it. 

As his cock hardened, the head began poking through his foreskin, the mushroom quickly expanding in size. 

Chester moaned. 

Her head was pushed forward by his rough hand, his intentions were obvious.

She took a small breath and began sucking his cock, her hand pumping his shaft. She felt him getting larger, his cock pulsating in his mouth. 

The thought of having this cop blow a load of cum in her mouth made the woman almost gag in revulsion. He stank of body odor, and was quite portly and ugly. 

Furthermore, having been blackmailed into sexual acts really made this situation horrendous.

She withdrew her mouth from his still hardening cock and began licking his head with her tongue. Maybe if she made him shoot his load really fast, he wouldn't fuck her she thought.

That would be even worse, having this asshole blow his wad into her. She wasn't even on the pill!

"That's right girl, you sure know how to suck a mean cock." Chester said to her, his lips curled into a smile.

The woman was not used to such a large cock in her mouth. She couldn't believe the thickness of it!

"Rub my balls and look at up me." Officer Chester commanded suddenly to her.

The young woman grabbed an egg sized testicle and began rolling it gently around in her palm. She looked up at him, her teary eyes met his.

Officer Chester moaned out loud again as he looked at the woman with his cock in her mouth.

He smiled again at her. 

She was rubbing his swollen testicles and her tongue was rolling around his cock as she sucked him off. Chester kept smiling at her, he let her continue this for awhile.

She switched from testicle to testicle slowly rolling them, her other hand and her mouth working his thick monster cock.

Suddenly, Chester pulled his cock from her mouth, his angry knob, wanting more.

The woman felt dread. She knew she was going to be getting fucked by this dirty cop, and his vein filled monster.

"Get up, I will make this fast, I don't want to be seen with you, someone might mistake me for fucking a prostitute!" he chuckled.

The woman was reluctant.

"Why don't I keep blowing you, I love the taste of hot thick cum in my mouth!" she said teasingly to him, her mind in utter disgust.

Officer Chester acted as if he didn't even hear what she said. He picked her up by her sides, and then lifted her off her feet.

He placed her on top of the trunk of her car. Flipping her skirt over her hips, Chester began pawing at her string panties.

"Please, sir!" she pleaded to him, her voice shrill with fear. "Don't do this, don't do this!"

Her voice trailed off into sobbing, as he grunted while ripping her panties off, the strings torn like they weren't even there.

He placed his calloused hand upon her stomach and pushed her slowly back down. She lay back on her trunk, her eyes staring into the dark sky.

Chester told her to spread her legs. The woman slowly spread spread them, her long heels dangling off of her feet.

She turned her head to look away as he placed his thick cock into her. She had never felt such a fat cock inside of her pussy, it felt like it would tear her in two!

Chester didn't waste any time. He began ramming into her at a fast pace.

"Please don't cum inside of me!" the young woman stammered, as her body was thrust back and forth.

" I'm gonna fill your little fuck hole with my seed bitch, and there's nothing you're gonna do about it!" he sneered to her.

Chester already felt the familiar twitching begin at the base of his spine.

The young woman began trying to uncouple herself from Chester, she started squirming against him.

"Please no,no,no don't do it, please, I can't!" she cried.

Chester moaned and looked down as his cock plunged into her pussy, and then back out at a frantic pace. He couldn't contain himself any longer.

"Here it comes!" he grunted, dripping with sweat. The woman beat on his chest, but it didn't do any good. 

He held her down, a hand over her mouth, as his cock exploded inside of her.

The young woman felt his cock pulsating, and felt a warm feeling slowly filling her pussy up. 

She closed her eyes, tears streaming again, as she stopped fighting.

Chester felt the fight go out of the woman. He removed his hand from her mouth, his cock still twitching inside of her pussy.

He caught his breath and slowly withdrew his cock out of her pussy. He grabbed it, and began stroking it, milking every last drop out, all over her pussy.

Officer Chester smiled as he took in this moment. He saw that he had made a mess of her shaved snatch, having rubbed his white sticky cream all around it.

He reached his hand down to her pussy and began rubbing it in, her short pubic hair feeling slick with his cum.

He laughed, and grabbed the bottom of her short skirt and wiped his cock clean.

"You may go." he said as he buckled his belt.

"But I'd advise you to replace that tail light!" he laughed a wheezy laugh.

The young woman slowly closed her legs and pushed her skirt down back over her hips and thighs, as she raised her head up.

"I'll keep these for evidence!" Chester said, holding her torn panties in his hand.

She slowly and gingerly hopped off the car. Putting her big tits back into her dress, she cried again, her tears making Chester laugh.

"Better hurry and leave Miss, before I change my mind." he warned her, as he opened the police cruiser door,and hopped in.

The cruiser started up with a roar, and began to pull away.

Officer Chester rolled his window down and said to the young woman before she got back into her car "You have yourself a good night!" before speeding away.

The young woman watched the cruiser until it faded out of sight. She continued to look straight ahead, before she slowly turned her car on. 

She reached down and felt the officer's sticky cum covering her pubic hair, even though that bastard rubbed it in. She pulled out of the ditch and began driving away, her pussy still tingling.

Crooked Cops



Acknowledgement: My thanks to eluckenbach for editing.

*

Vinnie and Gary are a couple of crooked cops working the three to eleven shift. They shake down drug dealers and that sort of thing, but their specialty is forcing women to have sex with them.

After they clock-out at eleven, they go prowling instead of patrolling. Their modus operandi is to park the squad car where it cannot be easily seen, but from where they can watch the door of a neighborhood drinking establishment in one of the more upscale neighborhoods. When an attractive woman emerges, they have their suspect. The legislation spawned by Mothers Against Drunk Driving has been a godsend for them. It is prohibition revisited, because it turns regular folks into serious criminals.

They are most successful with married couples, especially when the husband is behind the wheel. The wife is usually willing to do about anything to save him, and the husband will let her. Vinnie and Gary typically let their target drive a few blocks, then pull up close behind them and flip on the light bar. As soon as the suspect's vehicle comes to a stop, they pull in front of it to prevent their headlights from illuminating what they are about to do.

Gary is big and imposing. He played linebacker on a scholarship at the local Junior College where he concentrated in Criminal Justice and earned an Associate Degree. He spends a couple of hours in the gym each day adding muscle, and he still has a linebacker mentality. His role is ordering the driver out of the car and subsequently performing a field sobriety test. It is almost always failed, resulting in the suspect being summarily frisked and cuffed. Fear is a great motivator, and by this time both the husband and wife are highly motivated.

Vinnie is a few inches shorter than Gary, but every bit as imposing. He and Gary spot for each other in the gym, and Vinnie boxed Golden Gloves as a Heavyweight. They are as tough as it gets, particularly when wearing a duty belt equipped with an expandable baton, pepper spray, handcuffs, a dual magazine case, and a Glock. Since they wear badges and police uniforms, it is easy to understand why very few people fail to cooperate. Those that don't, wish they had.

Vinnie has propensity for interrogation and is receiving training. He puts the husband through a little grilling aimed at weeding out lawyers, judges, politicians and the like. He also tries to get some idea of how much resistance they might face in getting their way with the wife.

Once he is satisfied that there are no fire hoops to jump, he orders the wife to, "Step out of the car, and put your hands on the roof facing the car." As soon as she complies, he explains that her husband has failed a field sobriety test. At which point he puts her through essentially the same grilling with the same intent. Most of the time he is able to determine that they are more than willing to cooperate. A number of them are simply lay-downs, so to speak, but some of them require some convincing. In that case, Vinnie starts things off by telling Gary that, "They seem like really nice folks."

Gary comes back with, "They do to me too."

"Should we give 'em a way out?" is Vinnie's next move.

Now that they have raised a little hope, they walk out of earshot and huddle up. They make an assessment in order to plan their next steps. Sometimes they have a bad feel, and cut them loose. However most of the time they put it right out there.

Vinnie walks back over to the wife and asks, "Do you want to keep him out of jail?" By this time she has been thoroughly qualified and rarely says no.

"You're a very attractive lady. If you would be willing to cooperate, we would be willing to just forget the whole thing," he informs her. If she is a little slow to catch on, he draws her as much of a picture as is necessary.

When she agrees, most of the time the husband simply accepts her decision. Sometimes there is some resistance on the husband's part, but it is a much more attractive choice than jail, attorneys, court and the consequences of a conviction for Driving Under the Influence. After a token display of chivalry, he usually relents rather quickly. Otherwise he is easily convinced by opening the back door of the squad car, pushing him in, and slamming the door behind him.

On those rare occasions that they have misread the situation, and the couple completely balks. They let them go explaining that they were testing their relationship to each other and determining what kind of people they actually are. They claim that they just want to make sure that they are dealing with good folks, and that they are making the right decision in letting them go with a warning.

However the rest of the time Gary explains that he has to do a precautionary weapons check, and frisks the wife. He instructs her to keep her hands on the roof of the car and spread her feet. Then he pats her down using regular police procedures for a male suspect, until the very end when he feels her breasts. If nobody objects, he feels her crotch through her clothing.

If the couple acquiesces, Vinnie steps in behind her and checks her out beneath her clothes. He slides his hands under her top, or unbuttons, or unzips her sufficiently to feel her bra-covered breasts. If there is no resistance, he slides his hand inside of her bra and feels her bare breasts. Next he cups her pantie-covered pussy and thoroughly explores her slit through her panties. Then he slips his hand inside of her panties, and sticks the tip of his middle finger in her cunt, probing for wetness.

Simultaneously, if he has not already done so, Gary puts the handcuffed husband in the back of the squad car before climbing in behind the steering wheel. Vinnie instructs the wife to get in the passenger seat of her car as he climbs in the driver's seat, and puts their car in gear. He explains that they are going to his house, and after she has had sex with them, they will escort her and her husband safely home.

He chats with the wife as they drive in a half-hearted attempt to relax her. He usually begins by complimenting her looks before saying, "A lot of women have fantasies about having sex with a policeman in uniform. Have you ever thought about it?"

He doesn't care which way she answers. He goes on to say that, "Gary and I find you terrifically appealing, and we want to give you the best sex that you have ever dreamed about."

Vinnie and Gary see nothing wrong with any of this. While they are aware that the public and their superiors take a dim view of it, they aren't all that concerned. Nobody has ever filed a complaint. Also, it has never occurred to them that it might be construed as rape. They have seen their share of rapes, and those are assaults. Many of them are brutal physical assaults, but all of them are psychological assaults. Although the power aspect of what they are doing is problematic, they have somehow managed to isolate that from the understanding of their behavior. And oddly enough, they pursue rapists with a vengeance.

While they tacitly would admit that the women weren't planning to have sex with them, they view it very much the same as a date saying, "No." Until she eventually says, "Yes." But it is more than that. They see themselves as good guys, because the husband has committed a serious crime, and the wife has a free choice. She can let him pay for the crime, or she can get some real pleasure for herself while earning his release. To Vinnie and Gary it is a "no brainer." She can send her husband to jail, or she can get a good fucking for herself without any consequences. The wives never pick jail, and that is all the vindication that Vinnie and Gary require.

The standard operating procedure is to pull both cars into Vinnie's garage, and leave the handcuffed husband locked in the back seat of the squad car. They walk the wife into the house, and as the saying goes, "They turn her every which way, but loose!"

However what intrigues Vinnie and Gary the most, is that the dynamics are always different. It's what keeps them coming back to the trough. Tonight would prove to be a good example.

Vinnie and Gary watched a couple walk out of a bar. The woman was at least two inches taller than the man. They climbed into an "S" class Mercedes with the man driving. He almost wrecked the car in the parking lot. Vinnie commented that, he would bet a hundred dollars that this guy would blow over a two on the Breathalyzer.

The Mercedes went quite a few blocks with the squad car practically touching the back bumper. The light bar filled his rear window and the female looked back and spoke to the driver as blue light flickered and reflected off of the side of her face. The driver finally pulled over and the squad car pulled in front. Gary went into action getting the driver out of the car.

Vinnie walked over to the passenger door and looked in the window using his flashlight. The light revealed a spectacular beauty. She had red shoulder length hair and exquisitely fine features. Her eyes reminded him of the big moist eyes of a Golden Retriever, except that they were emerald green. She had one of the most sensual pair of lips that he had ever seen. She happened to choose that moment to moisten them with her tongue. It was all he could do to restrain himself from ordering her out of the car, and frisking her.

Instead he aimed the light a little lower, and her breasts came into view. She was wearing a tight v-cut ivory color mohair sweater that revealed about the same amount of the tops of her voluptuous breasts as it covered. Then it dawned him that she didn't have that corpse looking pale skin that was so common to redheads. Her skin was tan and healthy looking.

Evidently he had kept the light on her breasts long enough for her to notice where he was looking, because she was also looking down at her cleavage. She kept looking at herself as she hooked her left index finger in the neckline of her sweater. She tugged just enough to reveal a glimpse of the black strap of her bra and enough of the cup that he could tell it was sheer. At first he thought it might be innocent, but she looked up at him and revealed all of one bra covered breast.

He shined the light lower, and saw her almost knee length black skirt. It had a slit in front that went a long way towards her crotch. She looked down at what was in the spot light, and scooted slightly forward causing the skirt's slit to spread open. She slowly lifted one side of it and gave him a peek at black stockings and a garter strap. Her action also tantalized him with some shapely bare thigh. Without thinking about it Vinnie reached down and straightened his cock. She saw that and moistened her lips with her tongue as she had done before. Vinnie told her through the glass to, "Stay right there." Then he went looking for Gary.

The husband was already handcuffed and Gary was sort of holding him up by the upper arm as he said, "He shouldn't be walkin' much less drivin'."

Vinnie abruptly said, "Put him in the back." Then yanked opened the back door of the squad car. Gary pushed the suspect in, while protecting the guys head from bumping the door jamb. Vinnie gave the door enough of a shove that it slammed shut. Then he exclaimed, "This chick is a knockout, and hot to trot. Follow me!"

Vinnie spun around, and Gary followed him to the passenger side of the Mercedes. Vinnie said, "Ma'am, please step out of the car." She opened the door and intentionally gave them a good long look at the crotch of her black sheer panties as she slowly emerged and stood by the car. She stepped over in front of the back door allowing Vinnie to close the passenger door. She seemed to be breathing a bit heavy, and both men were convinced that she was going into heat. But they weren't rookies, and they would do this according to what they knew worked.

Vinnie said, "Ma'am, I need to see your Driver's License."

She replied, "Certainly officer, but please don't call me Ma'am. It makes me feel old. All my friends call me DD." She continued, "I'll need to get my purse." Vinnie pulled the passenger door open for her and she gave them a stunning look at her skirt covered ass as she bent down to retrieve a wallet from the purse on the passenger floor board. She found her driver's license, and handed it to Vinnie.

He examined it as he closed the car door again. Then he said, "This says that your name is Lorraine, not Dede."

She calmly responded, "My name is Lorraine. Everybody calls me DD because of my bra cup size."

It was all that Vinnie could do to get his standard interrogation back on track. He said, "Ma'am, your husband has failed a sobriety test." Then he just shortcut everything saying, "However, if you are willing to cooperate, we are prepared to let this go with a warning."

She answered, "Of course I will cooperate. My husband is a doctor and it would be very embarrassing for him to be arrested. How do you want me to cooperate?"

Vinnie was back on track and he said, "You are very attractive, and for a couple of hours with you, we would make sure that you and your husband get safely home."

She questioned, "If I correctly understand what you mean by cooperating, is that I am to let you both fuck me?" Vinnie and Gary looked at each other. Then Vinnie looked back at her and shrugged.

"That sounds like a wonderful compromise to this awkward situation," she said in response to the shrug.

Gary said, "Ma'am we need to do a precautionary weapons check, turn around and put your hands on the roof of the car."

As she put her hands on the car she looked back at them and said, "You check as much as you like officer, but since we are going to become intimate friends, please call me DD."

Gary said, "OK, DD." Then he began to frisk as usual. But about halfway through, he dropped any pretense of patting her down, and began to feel her body. The way she was dressed gave him easy access. Then she surprised the two of them by spreading her legs of her own accord to the absolute limit that her skirt would allow.

When Vinnie took his turn he found that Gary had pushed her bra above her tits, and he felt a couple of the best "fun-bags" that he had ever gotten in his hands. She was DD and then some, as far as he was concerned. He slid his hands all over her, and she was obviously enjoying it.

When he finally felt between her legs he found that her panties were partially pushed aside by Gary's handiwork. The portion of her panties that still covered her was soaked, and she was so wet that he went ahead and slipped two fingers up her cunt. She gasped and breathlessly said, "That is quite a weapons check. Are you going to fuck me right here?"

Vinnie abruptly said, "No, get in the car." Then he walked around to the driver's side and repositioned his already hard dick, so that he could climb in and sit down. She smiled as she watched this, and seemed to get an approving look on her face at how she had affected him. As soon as the squad car began moving, Vinnie pulled up behind it as he asked her if they might have any trouble from her husband, the doctor?

She laughed and told him that, "If they liked, her husband would lick her pussy and get her ready for them." She went on to explain that, "He would suck them till they were hard if they wished, that her husband loved to put other men's cocks in her pussy with his hand, and he would lick their sperm out of her pussy if they wanted."

"That's OK, I think we'll pass," Vinnie told her with a chuckle as he pulled out his cellphone and speed dialed Gary. When Gary answered, Vinnie asked him, "How is the doctor doing?"

"Sleeping like a baby," was Gary's reply.

"I'm going to put the phone on speaker and hand it to DD. I want her to tell you what she just told me," Vinnie said as he gave her the phone. She got a wide grin on her face and repeated to Gary what her husband was willing to do. When she finished talking there was silence.

Vinnie spoke up, "Are you there?"

"Ya I'm here. Are you kiddin' me?" Gary asked.

Before Vinnie could answer, DD said, "Oh, no. That is his thing. He likes me to fuck other men and wear their cum home for him to lick out of my pussy."

Vinnie half whispered, "Tell him you can't wait to suck his cock."

DD got this devilish look on her face and said, "I can't wait to suck your cock. Do you want me to swallow your cum?"

Gary didn't answer, so Vinnie told DD, "Tell him that you want to stick your tongue up his ass. He loves that."

DD said, "Gary, I want to stick my tongue up your ass. I am going to be your fuck slut tonight and give you anything and everything that you want from me."

There was absolute silence and Vinnie started laughing as DD grinned. Then Gary said, "I'm gonna hit the siren. You keep that Mercedes right behind me, because were gonna ride a rocket to your house."

It was a white-knuckle ride for DD and she absolutely loved the thrill. They pulled both cars into the garage, and Gary was at DD's door before she could unbuckle her seat belt. Gary opened the door for her and she said, "I have to go to the bathroom first. Do you want me dressed or undressed when I come out?"

They looked undecided, so she said, "You've seen the sweater and skirt. I'll come out in the rest." As they walked her into the house, Vinnie pointed her to the bathroom in the master bedroom.

They began to strip off their uniforms as they waited for her to emerge from the bathroom. When she opened the door she was dressed in a see through black bra and matching sheer panties. She was also wearing black stiletto style high heels and a garter belt holding up a pair of black stockings.

Vinnie and Gary both experienced something akin to seeing the 'Playmate of the Year' walk into the bedroom. They were immobilized until she said, "I can't imagine anything better than having two big strong police officers take care of me." She looked at Gary saying, "You frisked me, but you didn't get it quite right. When you get your clothes off I'll show what you forgot."

Gary hurriedly shed the last of his clothes. When he was naked she told him to, "Put your hands on the wall and spread your legs." When he complied she knelt behind him and said, "I wasn't kidding about sticking my tongue up your ass." She spread his ass cheeks and bathed him with her tongue. Occasionally she nibbled gently with her teeth and forced her tongue into his asshole. She rimmed him until he suddenly turned around and picked her up with one of his arms under her legs and the other wrapped around her back. He carried her over to the bed, and laid her down.

She said, "Wait! I want you to handcuff my left wrist to the bedpost first. Then you can do whatever you want." Gary cuffed her to the bedpost faster than he had cuffed anybody before in his entire career. Then she asked him to unhook her bra and slide it down the handcuffed arm. The bra hung over the side of the bed as it dangled from the handcuffs by a shoulder strap. She had him strip off her panties. She lay there for a few moments letting Gary and Vinnie look at her in her garter belt, stockings and high heels.

Then DD said, "Fuck me! Fuck me real hard!"

Gary immediately climbed between her legs and shoved his cock up her cunt. He hooked his arms under the backs of her knees and forcefully gave her pussy what amounted to a pud pounding. She grunted with each thrust. Gary was so aroused that he was ready to squirt his load up her cunt in almost no time. She sensed this, and squeezed his cock with her cunt. She gripped him so tightly that it felt like his sperm had to force its way out, and heightened the sensation of his orgasm by what seemed like an order of magnitude. He groaned once and lay there with his cock in her until eventually rolling off of her saying, "Oh, my God DD! I'm thinking about keeping you handcuffed to the bed for ever." She chuckled and lay there with her legs splayed and semen trickling out of her.




Crooked Cops and Counterfeit Jugs



Don Franco was one of Hollywood’s more successful Talent Agents. He had a couple of well known television soap actors in his stable as well as a few small movie stars, although the bulk of his clients had day jobs.

“Oh yeah, that’s it Sherri honey,” Don groaned, leaning back in his chair as a blonde head bobbed in his lap. The girl sucking his cock was a pretty young aspiring actress who was hoping that Don would take her on as a client, and she was doing her best to convince him of this. Sherri knelt at Don’s feet as her warm lips slid up and down the agent’s hard cock, taking him deep into her sucking mouth.

Don gave a groan, running his fingers through Sherri’s soft blonde hair as she worked more and more of his cock into her throat, doing an incredible job of deep throating him. “I can see you have a lot of talent baby,” he told her, his complement punctuated by a low groan. Sherri worked her mouth back up to the tip of Don’s cock, swirling her talented tongue around the head of penis and then licking her way down the underside of his shaft.

“Oh God!” Don gasped as Sherri’s tongue lightly toyed with his testicles before she sucked them each in turn into her wet mouth. The blonde then moved back to the head of his cock, sucking his hardness back into her mouth. She paused for just a second with only the tip of his between her lips and then plunged her head down, taking his full length inside her mouth and throat, her nose pressed into his lower stomach. Sherri then rose back up his shaft, then sunk back down once more, practically fucked his cock with her mouth.

“You’re going to go a long way in Hollywood baby,” said Don as he grabbed the top of her head and guided her movements, pushing her down hard into his lap.

“Your two o’clock is here Mr Franco,” came the sudden voice of Don’s secretary over the intercom.

“Shit!” swore Don. He wasn’t even close to cumming yet. Don turned his attention to the gorgeous actress at his feet, who had now taken her mouth off his cock and was gently stroking him with her soft hand while she waited for further instructions. “Just scoot under the desk there Sherri honey,” Don told her. “This won’t take too long, you can keep practicing your audition technique while I deal with this.”

“Okay Mr Franco,” Sherri said, shuffling under his desk on her knees. “Am I doing okay so far?”

“You’re doing great,” Don told her, before pulling her face back into his lap. He then pressed the button on his intercom. “Send Brandi in,” he told his secretary.

As Sherri went back to sucking his cock, Don’s two o’clock appointment walked into his office.

Brandi Vavoom (her real name believe it or not), was one of Don’s most successful clients. She had come to him when she was only 18 and convinced him, much like Sherri was now, to take her on as a client. Ten years and two boob jobs later Brandi was one of the hottest actress’s working the B grade, soft-porn, teen bikini movie circuit. Her last film had even been scripted especially for her. ‘Topless Ninja Babes’ had grossed an incredible twenty million at the box office, making it the most successful movie of it’s genre and rocketing Brandi to stardom.

Brandi was dressed in a pink blouse that stretched taut across her very ample 40DD chest (formerly 38D, originally 34B). The top was like a second skin across her huge luscious hooters that had brought so many horny young teenage boys to see her films, and the neckline plunged low, giving Don plenty of her deep cleavage to look at. Brandi also wore a pair of pink high-heeled shoes, accentuating her long, slim legs and a short pink skirt that came to mid-creamy thigh and was slit up one side. The beautiful blonde across strode into Don’s office and took a seat in the chair opposite him, crossed her incredible long legs, the slit of the skirt falling away slightly to display most of her firm sleek thigh. At the sight of the sex goddess Don’s cock trembled inside Sherri’s mouth.

“Hi Donnie!” Brandi said cheerfully.

“Brandi baby!” Don greeted her warmly, doing his best to keep a straight face as Sherri started deep throating his cock once again. “I’ve got some good news for you baby.”

“Oo!” Brandi squealed excitedly, bouncing in her chair. The movement caused her impressive chest to jiggle inside her blouse. “What is it?”

Don picked up a thick script from his desk and leant forward, handing it to Brandi without getting up from his chair. Brandi had to lean forward herself to take it, giving Don a good view down the open front of her blouse.

Brandi bit her tongue and frowned in concentration as she read the front cover of the script, as if it was an effort for her to concentrate. The truth was Brandi was not all that smart, in fact she was your typical blonde bimbo, who’d gone through life relying on her looks rather than her brains to get by. Which was a good thing as she had plenty of looks and not a lot of brains.

“Universal Studios?” Brandi asked, reading aloud.

“That’s right!” Don said with an excited nod. “It’s a big studio movie, this is your big break!”

“Whoopee!” said Brandi happily, clapping her hands together. She then looked back down at the script title. “Legal Damages?”

“Yep,” agreed Don, sighing softly as he felt Sherri’s tongue slide up the slit on the head of his cock, lapping up his pre-cum. “You’ll play the part of Police Officer Jenny Steele, opposite Jean Claude Van Damme.”

“I love him!” Brandi exclaimed, bouncing in her chair again. She then frowned, “A police officer? I don’t know the first thing about how to act as a police officer.”

“I know,” Don told her with an indulgent smile. “That’s why I’ve arranged for you to do some special research.”

“Special research?”

“You’ll spend a day with the City Police Department. You can find out all about police procedures, interrogation techniques, investigations, everything.”

“Do I get to ride in a police car?” Brandi asked hopefully, her eyes lighting up.

“Sure,” agreed Don, moaning audibly as Sherri started to bob her head rapidly up and down over his cock once again.

“Are you okay?” Brandi asked with concern.

“I’m fine,” Don told her breathlessly. He then threw a business card in her direction, it flew past her and landed on the floor off to her right. “That’s Sergeant Tom Robertson’s card. Meet him first thing tomorrow at the Police Station.”

“Thanks Don!” Brandi said, standing up to leave. When she bent at the waist to pick up the business card, her perfect ass presented towards Don, the casting agent came, his cum flooding Sherri’s busily sucking mouth as he let out a long groan of pleasure.


“Are you sure you’re okay?” Brandi asked him again.

“I’m fine!” Don managed to gasp as he waved her away with one hand, his other holding Sherri’s head down into his lap while her shot his load into her mouth.

“Okay then, I’ll see you after my day as a Police woman!” Brandi said as she walked out of the office, her hips moving in a seductive sway as she closed the door behind her.

***

“You’re shitting me!” exclaimed Detective Rick Stephens of the City Police Department as he gazed at the gorgeous busty blonde that graced the cover of that months FHM Magazine. It was none other than Brandi Vavoom, wearing an ultra skimpy black string bikini.

“I shit you not,” replied Sergeant Tom Robertson with a grin.

“You mean that babe is coming here for a couple of days to research for a role?” asked Rick’s partner, Detective Tony Mitchell.

“That’s right,” confirmed Tom with a nod, his grin widening, “and I hear she’s really as dumb as she acts in her films. Her agent is a good mate of mine and he told me to take extra special care of pretty young Brandi.”

Tom sat the front desk of the City Police Department, with his four best friends gathered around him, all gaping at the magazine with the glamour shot of Brandi on the front. There was Detective Tony Mitchell and his partner Rick Stephens, Uniformed Officer Danny Pates, and also Jerry Robertson who was not a cop at all, but was Tom’s brother. Jerry often came to the station to hang out with his brother and the other guys, he was a bit of a deadbeat who didn’t have a job and slept most nights on Tom’s couch.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Jerry asked his brother, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Tom flicked the magazine open to the interview with Brandi, a full-page picture from her recent movie ‘Topless Ninja Babes’ illustrating the article. The picture showed Brandi wearing nothing but a g-string, a strategically place nunchaku hiding her nipples as she held it out in front of her in a fighting pose.

“Hell yes,” Tom agreed. “We’re going to have some serious fun with this bimbo. Gather ‘round and listen up boys.”

***

Brandi Vavoom stepped into the City Police Department, almost shaking with nervousness. She had stayed up late last night watching all the Police Academy and Naked Gun movies so she had a vague idea how a cop was supposed to act.

Brandi was dressed in her most professional outfit, a black business jacket with a loose fitting white blouse beneath and a short black skirt that was slit up one side, letting her sleek thigh poke out as she walked. Brandi sauntered up to the front desk on her very high-heeled shoes, her expansive bosom jiggling inside her blouse as she moved.

“I’m here to see Captain Robertson,” Brandi told the officer behind the desk. Her hair was tied up in a bun behind her head and her face was perfectly made up. She looked like a picture right out of one of her movies. Only with more clothes on.

“Ah you mean Sergeant,” said the officer, picking up the phone on his desk and calling Tom’s number. “There’s a woman here to see you Sarge.”

A few minutes later Tom arrived at the front desk to greet Brandi. Tom was a big man, a few inches over six feet with a bulky build. Perhaps a little overweight, but in reasonable shape. He was in his late thirties although he didn’t carry his age too well, looking closer to fifty.

“Miss Vavoom I presume?” said Tom as he extended his hand towards Brandi.

“Yes, are you Captain Robertson?” Brandi asked, her voice shaking slightly as Tom towered over her.

Tom shook her hand, “It’s a pleasure to meet you Miss Vavoom, I’m a big fan!”

“Really?” Brandi said in surprise. “Please, call me Brandi.”

“I love your movies Miss..Brandi,” said Tom. “Especially the ninja one, you were incredible in that.”

“Thank you so much,” Brandi said, blushing slightly at the compliment.

“Follow me Brandi, I’ll show you around the station.”

Tom took Brandi through the police station, introducing her to the many cops there. Whenever she past a desk, the eyes of those behind her would be drawn to her wiggling ass as she swayed her hips through the station. Once Tom had taken her right through the station he took her out to the uniform and equipment room.

“You’re here with us for two days right?” Tom checked.

“Um yes I think so,” Brandi said, smiling sweetly. She then giggled, “I can’t believe I’m inside a police station, this is so exciting!”

Tom smiled indulgently. “I think today you can get a chance to head out on the streets with me in a squad car and get an idea of a day in the life of a uniformed police officer. Then we’ll hook you up with some detectives tomorrow and you can find out about investigation and undercover work.”

“Sounds like fun!” Brandi agreed readily. “Do I get to wear a police uniform then?” she asked hopefully.

“Well you can’t wear a proper uniform until you’re a fully trained officer,” Tom told her, watching her face fall in disappointment. “But I can get you a special trainee police officer outfit if you like.”

“That’ll be groovy!” Brandi conceded.

“Great it’s settled then,” said Tom, picking up a tape measure from one of the shelves beside him. “I’ll just measure you up and find you one, then you can get changed and we’ll hit the pavement.”

“Great!” Brandi exclaimed, happily clapping her hands together in excitement.

“Okay let’s see..” murmured Tom, crouching down beside her and measuring the outside of Brandi’s right leg, running his palm briefly across her smooth thigh. He turned and made a not of the measurement on a scrap of paper. Tom then wrapped the tape measure around Brandi’s waist, standing behind her and admiring her firm posterior as he noted first her waist, then her hips. Tom braved a light pat of Brandi’s skirt clad ass before he once again crouched down in front of her.

“Instep,” he murmured, running the tape measure up the inside of Brandi’s long legs. The lovely blonde actress gasped as Tom’s hand ran the tape measure right up under her skirt, all the way up to her crotch. Tom looked up her skirt as if to read the top of the tape measure, the back of his knuckles rubbing across Brandi’s pubic mound. He spent a moment admiring her skimpy white panties before extracting his hand at last and noting down the measurement.

“Okay, now the top,” he said, standing up in front of Brandi, trying to hide the anticipation on his face. He had her spin around and measured across the width of her shoulders then turned her back to face him. He ran the tape measure around her torso, just below the level of her bosom and measured it at the front, brushing the tops of his hands across the underside of her heavy breasts.

“Bra cup size?” he asked her.

Brandi blushed, “Um a Double D.”

“Really?” Tom asked her, tilting his head slightly and looking at her chest, her loose fitting blouse made it quite hard to tell just how big she was. “They look bigger.”

Brandi glanced down at her own chest doubtfully. “I think so,” she told him, suddenly uncertain herself.

“Let me check,” Tom told her assuringly. He reached out with both hands and gently cupped Brandi’s ample breasts. He let the big orbs fill his palms and rolled his hands around their girth. Tom hefted them slightly and gave them a gentle squeeze. Keeping his hands covering her tits, Tom stared thoughtfully off to the side as if measuring their size. He gave her breasts another squeeze, a little firmer this time. “Maybe you’re right,” he admitted, giving the lovely melons one final squeeze before stepping back away from her. “Okay I’ll grab you a uniform.” He said, heading towards the back of the room and picking out a few items of clothing.

He returned and led Brandi next door to a small room that had a mirror along one wall and a table and chairs in the center. “You can get changed in here,” he told her, handing her the uniform and leaving, closing the door behind him.

Tom quickly hurried through the next door along where Danny Pates was waiting for him. He got there just in time to see Brandi slowly unbuttoning the front of her blouse.

“Jackpot Tom,” Danny said with a grin, giving his fellow officer the thumbs up as the two of them stepped up close to the two-way mirror to watch Brandi getting changed. They both gave a sharp intake of breath as Brandi shrugged her blouse off her shoulders, unveiling her massive tits encased in a very sexy white satin push-up bra.

“They’re huge!” breathed Tom softly, licking his dry lips. Brandi’s bra looked as though it was a size or two too small, the ample flesh of her big tits bulging above the tops of her bra invitingly, her cleavage amplified ridiculously.

Brandi reached around behind her to unzip her skirt, the action causing her mind-boggling breasts to jut out even further from her chest. She then leant forward to pull down her skirt, her big boobs hanging only a few feet from the mirror as her skirt fell to her ankles.

“Oh my God!” gasped Danny as Brandi turned and bent over to pick up her uniform, she was wearing a tiny white g-string that left very little the imagination. Tom had got a good look at her panties earlier but now he saw the way the skimpy piece of lingerie left her perfect ass bare and felt his loins tingling in appreciation.

“What I wouldn’t give for a piece of that,” murmured Tom as he stared at the gorgeous blonde actress, now wearing only her underwear.

“You should have made her take her bra off,” Danny told Tom as they watched Brandi pull on a pair of skintight police issue trousers. The pants clung to every curve of her sleek thighs and nicely rounded ass. Brandi then put on a navy blue t-shirt that looked a couple sizes too small, stretching taut across her more than ample chest. Across her impressive rack was the letters CPD (City Police Department). Brandi didn’t notice it, but written on the back was ‘Trainee Cocksucker’.

“She’s a fucking wet dream,” Danny told Tom as Tom heading for the door to meet Brandi again.

“How do I look?” Brandi when she saw Tom emerge from the next door down the hallway. The bubbly blonde did a quick twirl so that Tom could see her new look.

“Fantastic,” murmured Tom softly in appreciation. His eyes were drawn to the way her expansive bosom stretched the letters CPD out across her chest. 

Brandi smiled happily at the compliment and clapped her hands together. “So what’s next Captain Robertson?” she asked eagerly.

Tom was tempted for a brief moment to tell her to suck his dick but instead he answered, “Let’s head out on the road and see if we can get a little action.”

“Groovy!”

Tom smiled indulgently and led the voluptuous actress turned police officer down to the stations car park basement and to his squad car.

“This is, like, so cool!” Brandi squealed as Tom opened the door for her and she jumped into the squad car.

“First time in a police car?” Tom asked her.

“Yep!”

“Not even the back seat?” Tom asked with a wink.

“I’m not that kind of girl!” protested Brandi.

“No, I mean you’ve never been arrested or picked up by the cops,” explained Tom.

“Oh, no not me.”

“A good girl then,” Tom said with a smile, closing the door and heading around to the drivers side of the car.

“There’s so many buttons!” Brandi said to Tom when he got in beside her.

Tom patted Brandi’s knee, “Now no touching unless I tell you, Officer Vavoom.”

Brandi giggled, “I guess I am a police officer for now then.”

“Well a trainee anyway,” Tom agreed as he started the squad cars engine and they began their day on the road.

Tom drove the car out onto the streets of the City and headed for the run down side of town where they were more likely to see some action.

“So what’s the movie you’re researching for?” Tom asked Brandi as he drove through the streets, keeping his eyes pealed for trouble.

“It’s a Van Damme movie, my first major studio film,” Brandi excitedly told Tom.

“Wow,” said Tom. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks!” Brandi replied, blushing a little.

“See that car up ahead?” Tom asked her, pointing to a brown Cadillac that was weaving all over the road ahead of them.

“Yes,” nodded Brandi. “He’s not driving very straight.”

“Probably a drunk,” agreed Tom, flicking a switch on the dashboard in front of him and turning on the squad cars lights and sirens.

“Wee!” squealed Brandi enthusiastically as Tom took off after the drunk driver.

The driver pulled over as Tom drove up behind him, sirens blaring.

“Come with me,” said Tom as he opened his door, “I’ll show you how to test a drunk driver.”

“Groovy, I’m sure Officer Jenny Steele will need to know that!” said Brandi, slipping into her upcoming character a moment.

“Good evening occifer,” slurred the car’s driver as Tom and Brandi approached his window.

“It’s morning not evening,” corrected Brandi helpfully.

Tom ignored her, “Have you had anything to drink today sir?”

Brandi peeked into the car, the man in there actually looked a little like Tom, little did she know it was in fact Tom’s brother Jerry, pretending to be drunk.

“Maybe a beer or two,” admitted Jerry, “…or three.”

“Step out of the car please sir,” ordered Tom.

As Jerry made an over-exaggerated stumble out of the car, Tom turned to Brandi. “Okay Officer Vavoom, I’m going to have you administer the Field Sobriety Test to the suspect. It’ll be good practice for you, just do exactly as I tell you.”