0 comments/ 20206 views/ 12 favorites Kelly and the Cop By: mattwatt43 The plan was actually Lena's, and Kelly, when she first heard of it was shocked, to say the least. But Lena was enthusiastic. They sat over coffee and Lena gave Kelly lurid details about her connection 'on line' with Emilio. "But what about Frank?" Kelly interposed. "To hell with Frank," Lena said, "Frank is old and uninterested, and Emilio sounds hot and eager." "So, when was the last time that you talked to him?" Kelly wanted to know. "Last night!" Lena said, "Frank was at his lodge meeting." "And what happened?" Kelly asked, almost breathlessly now, because, though she thought all this hair brained, she had to admit that it was turning her on. Lena gave her a sly smile: "This is getting to you isn't it?" "Well, with my great, involved successful sex life, I guess!" Kelly said with a tinge of sarcasm. But it was lost on Lena, who just laughed: "Girl, you're footloose and fancy free; go out and find someone. Better yet, get on line and you'll be found. Just put out on a chat room that you're sexy, older and eager, and you'll get all the sex you can handle." "Noooooo!" Kelly wailed and held her hands up, as though to shield herself from the idea but she giggled with Lena nevertheless. In fact, Kelly was pretty much sexually repressed, never having really gotten over the fact that her lousy husband ran off with a younger secretary. She was willing to ignore the fact that at the age of 37 she was as ripe and sexy as anyone around. She was oblivious to that totally. "Okay back to you," Kelly said, "Tell me what happened." "He made me take my clothes off, tell him that I was doing it and describe the panties that I was wearing; it's all that he wanted me to be wearing, while we talked," Lena said. "Eeep!" was Kelly's response. "Did you?" "You bet, I did!" Lena said. "He sounds so hot." "And?" Kelly prompted. Lena laughed: "It's all that you can do to keep your hand from going down the front of your panties, girl!" Kelly giggled, along with Lena at that and told her to 'stop it!' grinning all the while. "He made me describe how I'd undress for him, when I met him and give him a blow job!" "Eeeeek!" was Kelly's response, holding her hand over her mouth, while Lena just beamed at her. "What did you do?" Kelly asked, a bit wide eyed. Lena was enjoying this. Her big project was 'to bring Kelly out' and get her sexually functioning again. "I did exactly what he wanted!" Lena said. "You didn't!" Kelly said, again breathlessly! "I did!" Lena responded. "What . . .what are you going to do now?" Kelly asked. "Do you want me to stop and let you play with yourself?" Lena said, laughing. "Stop it!" Kelly said, "Talk to me!" "I love seeing how easily you get hot and bothered. Too bad neither of us is into women! I'd have you on your knees in front of me right now!" "Eeeeeek!" Kelly laughed and covered her hand with her mouth. "You're so bad!" Lena laughed and said: "What 'til you hear what's next; you'll see how bad." "What?" Kelly asked. "He wants me to meet him in the forest preserve tonight, and do it for real!" Lena said, a feral smile on her face. "Nooooooo!" Kelly said, almost overwhelmed. "Yep!" Lena said. "You're not though!" Kelly breathed to her. "I certainly am!" Lena said, grinning broadly. Kelly shrieked again and they both went off into a spate of giggles. "And you're coming with me!" Lena said. Kelly just stared back at her, absolutely wide eyed. "Say what?" she said. "You heard me," Lena said, "I said that you're going with me!" "Oh, no, no, no!" Kelly said. "Oh, yes, yes, yes!" was Lena's response. She knew full well that her tail of sitting at her computer in her panties at the orders of this Emilio had turned Kelly on. "I can't, I won't!" Kelly said. "Honey," Lena said next, in a persuasive tone of voice, "I don't want to go alone. You got to go with me." "Ohhh, Lena!" Kelly whined, and immediately Lena knew that she'd won. "Good, it's settled!" she said, leaning over and kissing Kelly on the cheek. "I don't have to . . .won't have to?" Kelly said. "No, Ms Prissy pants," Lena said, "You can preserve your precious celibacy!" "Stop it!" Kelly said. Then Lena looked at Kelly and said: "One of these days I'm going to force you out of that shroud of misery that you cloak yourself in, since Stan the unseeing left you. I'll make a tigress out of you yet." Kelly squeaked at that and declared that she had errands to run. They embraced at the door and Lena whispered into Kelly's ear: "One of these days, I'm going to make a pass at you." "Don't you dare!" Kelly answered, flustered. Lena giggled: "I love to tease you, sweetie." Then she kissed Kelly on the cheek, as Kelly left. In truth, Kelly was bothered and really turned on by Lena's tale and had to think. She also suspected that she was looking forward to seeing Lena giving this Emilio a blow job. "I wonder if he'll make her take her clothes off," she said to herself with a giggle, after she was in the car. She was back at Lena's house that evening at 7 PM, as they arranged. She wore a tee shirt, and jeans, with running shoes. "Shit!" Lena said, when she opened the door for Kelly. "What?" Kelly asked. "Well, look at you; he'll take one look at a fox like you and not want to bother with a tub like me at all!" "Stop it!" Kelly said, laughing with Lena, "You're the mouth in question!" That made both of them giggle loudly. They sat and had a glass of wine for courage and were off to meet Emilio in the forest preserve. The meeting was to take place in a remote area of the forest preserve, and the two women arrived there with 10 minutes to spare. They walked down a marked path that was the one which Emilio indicated, and came to a kind of clearing. They were supposed to wait for him there. He also was on time but, as Kelly and Lena were standing and waiting, two latino men walked into the clearing, one young the other a bit older. "There are two of them!" Kelly said, an edge of worry in her voice. "Take it easy," Lena said, "Leave it to me." She walked forward, and one of the handsome, dark haired youths stepped forward. "Emilio?" Lena said softly. "Yes, chica!" he answered. She smiled and said: "I'm Lena." "Very nice," he said, and glanced at Kelly. "This is my friend Kelly; she just promised to accompany me. We can go over here for some privacy," Lena said. "No, here is fine," Emilio said, staring at Lena's good sized tits as he spoke. It caused her to giggle. Emilio flashed a smile and said softly to Lena: "Take your clothes off, Chica." Lena said a soft 'Ohhhh' and began to remove her clothes with no hesitation. By the time that she had her tee shirt off, Kelly was already retreating to give them some privacy. The other man, stood at first and watched. Then, with Kelly still glancing backwards at Lena and Emilo, where Lena was now naked from the waist up, she was suddenly confronted by the other one. It startled her, when she felt a hand on her arm. She looked up and the other man was standing there. He introduced himself as Jorge. Jorge then spoke up to Kelly: "Come over here; we'll give them some peace here." Kelly didn't know what to do. She glanced back at the scene, where her good friend Lena had now taken off her jeans also and was standing in front of Emilio in her black nylon panties. As Kelly watched Lena got totally naked and was kneeling in front of Emilio. It turned her on even more than the story of the conversation had. She went with the other man, without thinking, that scene just kept playing over and over in her mind. Soon enough they were beyond the trees and couldn't see Lena and Emilio anymore. It was then that Kelly realized what kind of a predicament she'd put herself in. Jorge spoke again: "Are you okay, beauty?" "What?" Kelly said, "What did you call me?" "Beauty!" Jorge said. "Why?" she asked softly. He laughed a small laugh and said: "Because you are!" "Ohh," she said, and let out an involuntary sob. "What?" Jorge said, "Tell me!" "It's nothing," she said, trying to shake it off. "Beauty, talk to Jorge," he said and she realized that she was going to do what he wanted her. She couldn't decide what kind of effect he was having but knew it was working on her. "My husband left me a while ago and I haven't felt like a beauty at all!" she said, wrapping her arms around herself. But then Jorge stepped up and put his hands on her shoulders. She leaned her head against his chest right away, and began to sob. Jorge put his arms around her and pulled her into himself. "Beauty, beauty!" he cooed at her and let her have her moment of surprise and sadness. She looked up at him, after a few minutes, and after calming down a bit, surprised at herself for reacting so strongly to what he called her. She said: "Thank you!" His reply was unexpected: he kissed her. It was as though a lot of things, a lot of misery over time, a lot of holding feelings back, a lot of build up from Lena's outing with Emilio, came to a head in that kiss. Kelly just yielded to it. Her lips were soft from her weeping and she met his kiss with her lips slightly open. It took her breath away. It had been so long, so long, and she told him, after the kiss was broken: "It's been such a long time for me; I haven't been, you see, kissed, and certainly not kissed like that for . . ." But then he kissed her again, and she whispered a simple 'yes' into his mouth. When the kiss was finished he chuckled and said: "Yes!" "What?" she asked, looking up and smiling into his face. "I came to, you might say, chaperone Emilio; to make sure that this woman wasn't someone looking for trouble. Only that." Kelly laughed and said: "No, Lena is only looking for sex, which she doesn't get at home." "And you, beauty?" he asked. "Me?" Kelly mused, "I also only accompanied her; only that. But now . . ." "Yes," he said, "But now . . ." He hesitated and then:"What do you want, Beauty?" he asked. "You'll think I'm terrible," she said. "Try me," Jorge said. She wasn't sure if she had the courage to tell him and said, as a diversion: "My name is Kelly really." He chuckled and said: "Your name is Beauty; now tell me; tell Jorge." "I wanted to, um, . . .to watch them a bit!" she confessed. "Bad girl," he said, and took her hand, pulling her along toward the copse of trees that were near where Emilio and Lena were. When they got to the trees, they could peer through and see them. Lena was kneeling, totally naked, her hands on Emilio's thighs and her head bobbing up and down on his cock. She kept gagging and he kept trying to get more of his cock in her mouth. "Ohhh," Kelly said. "Some troubles to work out," Jorge said, "Technique." "Yes," Kelly said. "But we leave them now," Jorge said, taking Kelly's hand and walking away. "What does Beauty want next?" Jorge asked. Kelly looked at him and realized how turned on she was, and it was not only Lena and her blow job, it was much more just being here in the twilight with this handsome man. She was flustered. She leaned against his chest, knowing that only if he couldn't see her, could she talk to him about it. She said so: "I don't think that I can say it, if I'm looking at you." "Shy!" Jorge said, stroking her face, "I like that." "I'd like to please you," she said softly. "I'm not sure I know how anymore; all that confidence went out the door with Stan leaving me for his secretary." There was a sob at the end of what she said. "A man with no eyes, no heart and no conscience!" he said softly. "Really?" she said. "Really!" he answered. "And you already please me, my Beauty!" "Is this happening too fast?" she asked, feeling comfortable enough to ask him. "It happens only as fast as you want, Beauty," he said to her. Then she said, having made a decision: "Tell me what to do, Jorge; I'm so at sea and I'm burning up." "I think that Beauty needs to give in to the night and take her clothes off too," he said. "Ohh," she said involuntarily, realizing that for the first time in such a while she was going to give in to her sexual feelings, with this handsome latino stranger. With a simple nod of her head, she reached for the bottom of her tee shirt and soon nit was up and off. She hesitated, as Jorge stretched out a hand and swept it over the surface of her lacy bra, tweaking nipples as he went. "Ohhhh," she said again, and he smiled. "The pants, Beauty!" Jorge said next. So, next the jeans went. Kelly as lost in it; shivering a bit as she stood in the twilight in her panties and bra waiting for the next order from this strong willed man who seemed to be able to make her do what he wanted. "Bra," Jorge said and she removed it and handed it to him. "Lovely Beauty!" Jorge said, "What breasts!" Kelly smiled, she was floating away with this and said a brief and sincere 'thank you' and waited again. She said, out of the blue, not sure why: "Kelly Clark!" She blushed and tried again: "I mean, that's who I am!" "Yes, Beauty," Jorge said, "Kelly Clark the Beauty with the lovely, lovely breasts." "You make me all shivery with what you're saying," she murmured to him. "Me?" he laughed, "I am Jorge, Jorge Caldon. I am the man, the lucky man looking at the Beauty." She leaned against him and this time cooed, as he ran a hand down her back, stroking the lines of her spine and stopping with a hand resting on each cheek of her ass. "Lovely, beyond lovely, Beauty," he said then. "Tell me what's next, Jorge," she said to him quietly. He looked at her and apparently made a judgement. "Next, beauty, you put your clothes on," he said quietly. "What?" she said, "You . . .you don't want to . . .?" "More than anything, Beauty, but not here, not secretive, furtive and not this way, out in the woods, like your friend Lena hiding from her husband. Not that way; not the first time, beauty." Kelly leaned against him and cried. He raised her face and asked softly: "Upset?" "No, no, Jorge," she said, "Touched. You're right; it's one of the most lovely things that anyone has done to me, and it's got to be a different way. You just tell me." She brightened with a thought and asked: "Jorge, come to dinner; I'm really a good cook." He laughed and said: "Beauty, I eat my dinner at 4 AM; I work night shift. You won't want me there then." She took it immediately as a challenge and answered: "No, not at all; come to dinner; 4 AM, I will be ready for you. Regular dinner, right?" He was still chuckling: "You are a marvel, Ms. Beauty, Ms. Kelly Clark, and yes, I'll come to your house at 4 AM for dinner. I can get away for about an hour to an hour and a half. Are you sure?" "Definitely," she said, taking one of his hands by the wrist and, as they were talking walking it down to rest on the cheek of her ass. "Mmmmm," he said, making a throat noise, "You'll make me forget that I'm a gentleman!" "I doubt that," she said. "We should join the others," he said next. "Of course," was her answer, "Just let me, . . ." She gathered up her discarded clothes and turned to give him a smile and walked on. He realized immediately what she was doing, walking away from him, just a little ahead of him in the darkening night, showing her lovely nakedness, broken only by the lines of faint blue panties. He caught up with her and pressed himself against her saying: "Siren, how could any man let you go?" She snuggled back against him and said: "Jorge likes?" He pushed the front of his body against her naked ass so that she could feel his erection, being held by his pants. "Jorge likes!" she said giggling a bit. He held her that way, his erection poking into her ass and his hands wrapped around her, grasping her by her large sensitive breasts, teasing nipples in the process. "Ohhhh," she sighed, "If you keep doing that I'm not going to be responsible. Just wait until I get you at dinner!" "At 4 AM," he said with some glee in his voice. She spun around and said: "Don't underestimate this Babe's determination!" Her smile broadening. He held up his hands defensively and said: "Easy, Beauty, no one is saying anything about your determination." Then he held her again and asked: "But don't you work tomorrow?" "I teach," she said, "And tomorrow is a light day for me." Then she shifted mental gears and said to him: "Almost there, Jorge, please, may I ask for one more kiss?" "Ask for it, demand it, beg for it, I don't care; it'll be my great pleasure," he answered, and did kiss her. She leaned into it, feeling his hands moving down her naked back again, and loving the fact that she was still out here and almost naked with him, for him, against him. She pressed herself into him, against him, and opened her lips to invite in his searching tongue, her arms up and around his neck. When the kiss was broken, he said: "Dress, Beauty, Emilio doesn't deserve the sight of you almost naked." She giggled, and dressed, turned to him, launching herself against him one more time, saying: "Jorge, Jorge, I don't understand this, not at all. I haven't felt this way in a long, long time, if ever. It almost makes me afraid." He leaned in for one more kiss and said: "No one is going to hurt you, Beauty!" She whispered then in a tiny voice, obeying a fleeting thought: "Are you married?" "Ah, no, Beauty," he said, "My Maria died two years ago; too soon, too young but too much cancer." And she cried against his chest again. "I'm so sorry!" she whispered. "Let me take you home now," he said. They broke into the clearing where Emilio and Lena were still embracing. "Emilio," he said. "Uncle Jorge?" Emilio answered. "I'm taking Kelly home," Jorge announced. "Yes, sir," Emilio said politely. "I'll give you a ride, honey," Lena said, brushing his lips with hers. Then she spoke to Kelly: "You two look cosy. Call me tomorrow! Have time?" "Yes," Kelly answered, "It's my light day." Kelly and Jorge walked off into the dark, her hand seeking out his, as they walked away. She turned to him as they walked: "You turn me on so much, I'm sorry that I have clothes on now!" He embraced her again: "Wonderful Beauty!" he said against her hair. Her alarm woke her at 3:30. She could smell the pot roast; it actually smelled wonderful. She got up and did her hair but didn't fuss apart from that. She wore a floor length white, nylon gown with nothing on underneath it. Looking at the mirror, she was pleased and said to herself: "Jorge, Jorge, come into my parlor!" It made her giggle with glee. Then the thought crossed her mind: "You're crazy, girl! Cooking for an almost strange man at 4 AM." But with the next thought, she contradicted that: "No, not at all; cooking for Jorge, not for a strange man." She was really excited by 4AM and then she got the surprise, as a white and black police car pulled up to her house and into the driveway. Kelly was shocked and didn't know what had happened, when Jorge got out of the car which was marked: 'Watch Commander'. She put her hand to her mouth and said a soft mewling "Ohhh". She made an instant decision and opened the door, stepping out onto the porch. Knowing that the light behind her was framing her and showing her naked body through the softness of the long white gown. "My, my," he said, as he approached, smiling and looking, if possible, more handsome than he had the previous night, "Look at the Beauty now!" She held out her hands, wrists together, and said: "I did it, officer, take me, I'm yours!" and giggled. He returned: "You might not have done it, but you're going to!" Kelly and the Cop Then she was in his arms, drawing him into the house. "Dinner first, as promised," she said. "Smells good," he said, kissing her. "I mean the dinner too!" She giggled, as he took off his service belt and set it aside, and then he kissed her again, a special kiss. Through the kiss, she said: "Nothing but best for our finest." She thought for a second and continued: "Oh, Jorge, I feel like a school girl here with a kind of crush, first on this handsome man and now on the handsome, handsome policeman." "Watch Commander," he corrected with a smile. She squealed her delight and said, again through a kiss, "Watch Commander! My Watch Commander." She looked at him, and licked his lips with her tongue and said earnestly: "Please don't let me make a fool of myself." "Just act with your heart, Beauty!" was his response and she held him even tighter with her arms around his neck and kissed him again. "Dinner?" she asked. "You mean you of course," he said smiling. It elicited another squeal type of noise from her and she dipped a curtsy to him, and said: "Into the dining room, Watch Commander; dinner is ready." "Smells good," was his next statement but he made it as she was standing close to her and, as soon as he'd said it, he sniffed her side. She laughed and kissed his head. She'd made a pot roast, giggling about the fact that she put a pot roast on to cook at midnight for his 4 AM dinner. As she got it ready, she served him a cup of coffee, strong and hot. "Wonderful coffee!" he said, "You'll win my heart with your cooking." "We aim to please," she said smiling, as she brought in the dinner. "Wait 'til I tell them at the station," he said, smiling, "No one will believe it." "Kiss and tell?" she asked. "Well, I won't tell them that!" he said laughing. As they ate they talked a bit about his job and his family. He had a sister Miranda who was a student. There was an intense sense of heat between them, as they ate and talked. When they were finished with their dinner, of which Kelly had eaten only a little, she got up and said: "Dessert!" He watched her as she went into the next room, the family room and put music on. She stood in the semi dark of the family room, but where he could still see her and she began to dance to the music. Kelly and Lena had taken exotic dance lessons. Lena proved to have no talent for it but Kelly was fairly good at it and she put all of her knowledge into the dance for him. She danced as a kind of chimera, a kind of shadow that he could only barely see. At one point in the music, she let one of the spaghetti straps of her white night gown drop down and off. She twirled and, when she came around to face him, her right breast was showing, and swaying, the nipple hard and erect. "Oh my!" Jorge said, entranced. Kelly made the same kind of movement and then the gown was down at her waist. She put her arms up in the air and began to shake her breasts back and forth in time to the music. Jorge watched like a drowning man looking at land and salvation. She kept taking steps toward him and finished dancing right in front of him. She shook her hips and the gown, free now, cascaded down to her ankles, and she stepped out. She looked at him and then, turning a little so that her back was to him, bent over from the waist to retrieve the gown, putting her ass almost directly in his face. He leaned forward and kissed her ass cheek. Kelly looked back at him and wiggled her ass at him and this time, he bit the ass cheek, and she squealed. Then she turned around to kiss him. "You're mine now, Watch Commander! You're just mine!" she said, but before she could say another word, he grabbed her, hauled her into his arms and started carrying her toward the stairs. "That's it!" he said decisively, "I've got you now!" Kelly gave a loud giggle, as she was grabbed and carried away. She buried her face in his shoulder and sang into his ear. He took her to the top of the stairs, and found the bed room, tossing her on the bed. She laughed as she bounced on it. "Don't have the time I need," he said, "But it is time!" "Oh, Jorge," she said, "I haven't done any of this for a long time." "Then get ready, Beauty, because here it comes," was his reply. "What are you going to do?" she said, wiggling her way up the bed. "Eat you!" he said, shedding his uniform. "Oh, look at you!" she said, when he was down to his shorts. "Just look at you!" Then he was on the bed and crawling toward her. He grabbed a knee in each hand, getting another characteristic squeal from her and pulled the knees outward. Then he had his mouth on her, his tongue searching through her hair, licking and poking. Kelly was lost in a passion so deep that she didn't know if she should scream or just keep a silent wonder. Jorge kept on with his clever tongue and lip manipulation until Kelly began to cry out: "Jorge, now, nOW NOW!" He moved and entered her, as she wrapped her legs around his waist and clung to him. He moved vigorously and pushed her into and beyond her orgasm, before joining her with is own. They lay side by side for a bit until he said softly: "Beauty, I have to go back to work." "I know, Watch Commander!" she said, "My Jorge! I hate to let go of you." "I'll stop by in the morning. Help you clean dishes." "Lovely man!" she said, and padded out of the room with him, once he was dressed and to see him to the door. She put on a red satin robe to take him to the door. Just as they got to the door, she had, for her, a wild notion, and spoke his name softly: "Jorge," He turned around and she had already shed the robe and was on her knees. She smiled up at him, as she unzipped his uniform pants. "Please!" was all that she said, as she succeeded in fishing his wonderful cock from his pants. "Beauty!" was his simple answer, for by then, she had him in her mouth, and was beginning the process of both licking and sucking on it. He discovered one thing right away. She didn't have the gag difficulty that Lena had had with Emilio. "Ohhhhh, what a mouth! What a woman!" he sighed, as she managed to take all of him into her mouth and gradually let him out again, clamping her lips on the skin of his cock as she went. She brought him in a rush, as he leaned against the wall in the hallway. "Ohhhhhhhhhh!" he breathed, when he was finished cumming in her mouth. She took his cock out of her mouth, held it in her hand and smiled up at him, saying: "Thanks for coming to dinner, Jorge!" When he was clean, she put his cock away again and stood for a last hug. He surprised her by turning the hug into a kiss. She whispered in his ear: "Be safe and God bless you!" He stood very still for a moment and looked at her. It confused her and she asked what was wrong. He said to her softly: "That's what my Maria always said to me, when she was sending me to work." "Oh, sorry" was all that Kelly could manage, for there were tears now on her cheeks. "No 'sorry'," he said, "Just wonderful. Thank you." He kissed her and was gone. The next morning, she woke early to the tune of the doorbell. She put on her red satin robe and went to the door. He stood there with a smile and a bag from McDonalds. He smiled as she opened the door, looking sleepy. But she reacted immediately, spreading her arms and drawing him inside. Then she opened her robe and pulled him into the folds of her robe, saying to him: "Hi there, tired man!" She laughed and said, after he kissed her: "It's the breakfast man." She moved away from him, and looking over her shoulder said: "I guess I don't need this, do I?" and shed her robe, walking into the kitchen in front of him now naked, except for her bedroom mules. "I guess not, Beauty!" Jorge said. She seated him and got the breakfast he'd brought out of the bag and ready. His hands slid over the slopes of her ass cheeks as she walked around him, and he received an appreciative mew from her each time he stroked her. They sat down to eat and he said: "How am I supposed to concentrate on eating with you sitting there naked and gorgeous?" "Shall I cover up?" she asked. "Not on your life!" he said. "Does the policeman want to frisk me?" she asked. "Well, well," he said, "Snotty first thing in the morning; how about that?" She grinned at him then. "I'll bring my cuffs one day and we'll talk about that snotty attitude," he said with a feral smile. She gave him a simpering look and said: "I wish you would!" They both laughed. She asked him then, with the breakfast finished, if he had to go home to bed. "No, not today so quickly," he said, "My sister's out and about today, so it doesn't matter so much." "Good," was her answer, "Then come with me. First the Watch Commander gets laid and then he gets to sleep." She took him by the hand and led him away, his eyes never leaving her wiggling ass for a moment. "My what a reception you are!" he said breathing a little harder. "Glad you like it, Watch Commander," she replied, "It's exclusive for you." "Good for me!" was his comment, as he playfully reached out and slapped her ass. It sent her scurrying up the stairs ahead of him. He enjoyed that sight even more. When he got to the top of the stairs, she was lounging in a doorway, her arms up, her tits out and one hip stuck out in an exaggerated position. "Come for it, big boy!" she cooed. He did. She got him in the bedroom and insisted that he just be still. He stood there with a smile on his face and let her do what she wanted. She slowly removed his clothes until she had him totally naked, his cock standing up at attention. Then with a giggle she took him by the prick to lead him to the shower. She washed him, again insisting that he let her 'do all the work'. He smiled his way through it all. Then she led Jorge to the bed and got him settled down. Once he was in bed, with the covers drawn back, she hovered over him and took his still rampant cock into her mouth and sucked on it, keeping her eyes on his smiling face all the while. Once he began to moan and approach a coming climax, she climbed upward and straddled him, so that she was sitting down on his cock, holding it up at the correct angle. She sighed a deep and satisfied sigh, as she settled on it, until it was lodged all the way inside her. "Got my Jorge now!" she cooed to him, and he nodded smiling. "Got the Watch Commander where I want him now!" she said next. He was grinning but then her movements wiped the grin from his face, as she began in earnest to move up and down on his cock. With each movement she tightened the walls of her vagina to hold him and move the skin of his prick up and down. "Damn, woman! Where'd you learn to do that?" he rasped. "In school, Watch Commander!" she said softly. "No damn school that I ever knew . . ." he was saying but his words were simply chocked off by her renewed efforts at gripping his cock with her pussy. She leaned down now as she was moving vigorously up and down on his cock and ran her nipples across his face, letting him catch a nipple in his mouth now and again. He bit them softly, giving her shivers. "Yes, yes," she said desperately, "Do that; bite; do that! Just do that!" "I love you, Jorge!" she whispered fiercely, before she even knew what she was saying, and neither of them said anything about it; they just let it sink in. Then she was kissing him and with her final efforts made him cum. She moved quickly, getting off of him and capturing his spurting cock in her mouth to finish him off. "Oooooooooo gawd!" he moaned, and slumped back into the pillow. He was finished but smiling at her. She went to the bathroom and came back with a warm wash cloth and towel to clean him off. Then she pulled the covers up around his chin and pulled the curtains closed to let him sleep. When Jorge awoke, hours later, he found a note from her that she'd gone to work but would be back later in the afternoon. She had washed his socks, tee shirt and underwear and had them folded for him on the chair by the bed. She'd ironed his uniform shirt and pants and had them hanging in the closet for him. She left him a key to her house with his pile of clothes. She also told him that the coffee was ready for him to simply turn on in the kitchen. He read the note and laid his head back and smiled: "What a woman, this teacher!" Kelly also took time to 'report' to Lena about what was happening. Lena was still happy about Emilio's demands and giggled about Emilio's statement that he might share her with friends. Kelly downplayed her own time with Jorge, since Lena was so into the story that she wanted to tell. The subject for that day was the Civil War; she was planning a lecture on the battle of the Crater in the Virginia theater of the war. As the students were settling in, much to her surprise, a student, Miranda Guttierez, entered the room and right behind her, in uniform was Jorge. Kelly sucked in her breath for a moment and then tried to regain her composure. As she began her lecture she said: "We need to welcome today Watch Commander Jorge Caldon. Welcome Commander Caldon." Jorge smiled and nodded to her, and she went on, only secure once she began the lecture on a part of history that she knew and loved. The lecture went well; they always seemed to for her. She was passionate about the history that she taught, and she taught well. When she was finished, the students filed out of the room one after another. Jorge and Miranda stayed. They came to the front of the room, where Kelly was collecting her notes. Jorge gave a huge smile and said: "Wonderful! Exciting!" Miranda watched and said: "It really was, Dr. Clark." "Thank you, Miranda, Jorge," she said with a smile. "Time for some lunch?" Miranda looked at Jorge and asked. "Yes," he answered, "It must be quick for me; there is a meeting but we have time." The three of them went to the cafeteria and made it a quick lunch there. They sat at a table toward the back of the room and had a pleasant talk. After only a little bit, Jorge got up and excused himself, mentioning the meeting again. He left the two women on their own. Miranda was obviously embarrassed, when Kelly said: "Miranda, this is a strange situation, may I ask that we simply sit here for a few minutes and talk like girlfriends?" Miranda brightened immediately and liked the suggestion: "Yes," she said, "Like girlfriends." "Good," Kelly said, "Then it's Kelly; we're not in class now." "Kelly," Miranda said slowly and then, unexpectedly: "You're so pretty!" Kelly was taken aback by that and blushed. "Sorry, Dr Clark," Miranda said quickly, "I didn't mean to embarrass you." "Kelly," Kelly said softly, "It's not a compliment that I have often gotten, especially since my husband ran off with a younger woman." Without thinking, Miranda said: "Good riddance to bad rubbish." Then she became visibly embarrassed by what she'd said. The situation was saved by Kelly's reaction: She just began to laugh, and Miranda joined her in the laugh. Miranda spoke then again: "Jorge's 4 AM dinner lady!" "Yep!" Kelly said grinning. "I was so excited, when he told me your name and that you were a teacher. I'm afraid that I almost exploded!" They both giggled about that. Miranda looked at Kelly, who anticipated what she was going to say: "I don't mind, Miranda, if you tell me not to do anything to hurt your brother." "How did you know?" Miranda asked. "Because it's what I'd say, if I were you," Kelly answered. "He's so special," Miranda said, "He sold the house to make sure that we had the money for my schooling." "Oh, my!" Kelly said, "That is wonderful." "Please take care of him,"Miranda said then. Kelly sighed, "It's more like him taking care of me but I promise that I will. I have no bad intentions at all. It was such a chance meeting." "Yes, I know," Miranda said, "He went with Emilio, that fool, to meet one of his floozies!" She put her hand to her mouth realizing that she was in fact talking about a friend of Kelly's. "Sorry!" Miranda said quickly. "No, not at all," Kelly returned, "Lena is a friend but also a floozy! I don't even know why I was persuaded to go with her that evening." Miranda put her hand over Kelly's and said: "I'm glad you did." It was two days later that she had another 'easy day' and he said that he'd be by for some dinner at 4 AM. He used his own key to let himself into the house. "Hi there!" she called out to him and got a similar response. "I'm in the kitchen," she called out then, and he went to where she was but stopped dead still in the doorway. Kelly was at the sink finishing the preparations for his dinner but she wore only a pair of bedroom mules with high heels, and an apron. She grinned at him over her shoulder and then let out an 'eeep', when she saw him already climbing out of his pants. He went to her with his cock sticking out and said: "Dinner can wait a few minutes, here comes Jorge!" She leaned over the sink farther to accommodate him, as he went to her and pushed his cock inside of her. He slid his hands up her naked side and under the top of her apron, grasping a nipple in each hand. He was whispering then to her, as though his message were desperate: "Yes, Kelly, I heard you; I heard you, Teacher, and I love you too!" "Ohhhhhhhh!" she sighed and made tiny throat noises, as he finished fucking her. She knelt by him, when he was done and they'd both cum, and mouthed his cock to clean it. Then looking up at him asked: "Dinner, Watch Commander?" "Dinner!" he said contentedly. It was at about that time that Kelly was scheduled to attend an education seminar, that dealt with her specialty area. It was an enjoyable three days and two nights. She was able to talk to Jorge during the first day but was very busy the second day. A few of them were sitting around watching news on tv, when a news report indicated that a hostage situation in the city had ended with the hostage taker in custody but one policeman, watch commander Caldon, had been wounded, and taken to the hospital. Kelly dropped her drink and stood abruptly and said in a shocked and unbelieving voice: "That's my . . .my boyfriend! I have to leave." The group was sympathetic and helped her get her things ready. One of the other faculty women with her at the conference demanded to be allowed to drive her back to the city. When they got to the city and the hospital, Kelly discovered that it had been a shoulder 'flesh wound' and the Commander had been sent home. Kelly was so relieved that she cried in the arms of the doctor making the report. She then dropped her friend off and went straight to Jorge and Miranda's apartment. Miranda answered the door. She looked at Kelly and burst into tears. Kelly, crying herself, pulled the young woman into her arms and let her cry. In a bit, Miranda looked up and said: "Thank you for coming." "How is he?" Kelly asked. "Fine, really," Miranda said, "But I was so scared." "I know," Kelly said. "He's sleeping," Miranda said, "Shall I wake him?" "No," Kelly said, "If you don't mind, Miranda, I'd like to just slip into bed with him, to be with him." "Oh, you are so wonderful that I could eat you up!" Miranda said, hugging Kelly again. Miranda led Kelly to Jorge's room in the tiny apartment, and then asked: "Shall I get you a nightgown?" Kelly smiled and blushed and said: "No, honey, I really just want to be, you know up next to him; it'll comfort me." Miranda stroked Kelly's cheek and said: "Like a Mamma you are!" They hugged again and Miranda said: "I'll be in my room, if you need anything." Kelly and the Cop Kelly leaned down and gave the girl a kiss on the cheek, and Miranda left the room. Jorge slept quietly. He had a bandage on one arm, and was on his side. Kelly never took her eyes off of him, as she slipped her blouse off and put it on the chair, and then her skirt, followed by her pantyhose and her bra, and finally her panties. She went quietly to the bed and pulled the covers back, taking a moment to look at Jorge's naked body, lying in the bed. Then she got in, and snuggled up to him. He roused and said in a sleepy voice: "Maria, mi amor!" Kelly barely held back a sob and said in return, as he drifted back to sleep: "Estoy aqui', mi corazo'n!" Jorge sighed a great sigh and drifted back into a drugged sleep, while Kelly held him tight to herself. Unseen to her, Miranda turned away from the doorway, after hearing the exchange and could barely hold back the tears in her eyes. Kelly woke in the morning with a strange sense and, when she opened her eyes, saw Jorge looking down at her with a face replete with anguish. "I'm so sorry, Kelly, my Beauty, that I called you . . ." She stopped him with a finger on his lips and said: "Never be sorry for calling me a name that contains so much love for you!" He held her then, and mumbled the word 'wonderful', as he did. It was then that Miranda came into the room with coffee for them. Kelly scrambled to cover herself and Miranda just giggled: "Teacher's got boobs!" Jorge smiled but said: "Miranda, your manners!' Kelly had the covers up to her chin and then with a kind of a 'whoohoo' whoop, pulled them down to her waist to show her tits and wiggled them back and forth. Miranda started to laugh and she was joined in the laugh by Kelly, who covered herself again. Jorge made the mock complaint: "Wicked women! I'm surrounded by wicked women!" "Yes," Kelly said, "And we both love you!" The declaration made Miranda serious. She went to Kelly and kissed her cheek and said: "Thank you, wonderful woman for taking care of Jorge!" Kelly grabbed onto Miranda and pulled her into a hug, and said: "Miranda, I love Jorge, but I love you too!" Miranda was dabbing her eyes dry, as she left, saying that she was meeting some of her 'buds' on campus for coffee. Just before leaving the room she said: "Kelly, I washed your panties last night; they're on the bar in the bathroom!" Jorge groaned: "Here I am surrounded by women, surrounded by panties on the bar!" "Lucky man!" Miranda said and left, winking at Kelly, who sent her and air kiss in return. When she was gone, Kelly turned to Jorge, with a wicked smile on her face and said: "Jorge, we're alone!" He smiled, and she picked up the covers and said: "Jorge, we're naked!" He smiled again, as Kelly took a mouthful of the hot coffee. She immediately dived under the covers and only swallowed the hot coffee, when she'd reached her destination. She put her mouth, still hot from the coffee onto his cock. It bowed his back and he cried out immediately. "Good morning, Watch Commander Caldon!" she said, "Guess who's here?" He laughed at her antics but groaned as she took another mouthful of coffee and, flipping the covers off of him, went back for his cock again, performing the same hot mouth treatment. "Jorge's cock sucker is here, Watch Commander!" Kelly said and this time took all of him into her mouth, all the way in with her lips pressed against his stomach. "Emilio would like your mouth!" he quipped, and Kelly, looking up at him tightened her teeth around his cock. "Sorry, sorry!" he said quickly with a laugh. Then she scooted up to the top of the bed so that she could whisper in his ear: "Kelly's mouth is only for Jorge's cock!" "Mmm, good," he said, "In fact, very good!" He leaned over and kissed her then and asked: "What else is Jorge's cock for beside Kelly's mouth?" Without much hesitation she whispered into his ear: "Anything that Jorge wants to use his cock for!" He gave her a sharp look then and said: "Beauty, don't make statements that can come back to haunt you." She licked his neck and said: "Jorge's cock can go anywhere into Kelly that Jorge wants! Come to dinner at 4 AM in two days and I'll prove what I'm saying. But right now, I want more coffee." "Ohhhhhh!" he groaned, knowing what was coming. There was a thermos that Miranda had brought, so the coffee was really hot. She took a mouthful and then went back down between his legs. "Ahhhh," Jorge said in anticipation, and then Kelly had her hot mouth on his prick but this time she didn't relent, this time she sucked his cock in earnest. She alternated between deep throating him, and taking him in just a shallow fashion in her mouth and sucking on the head, licking the underside of the head. He came with a shout, filling her mouth. Afterwards, she lay with his flaccid prick in her hand and grinned up at him, as she now and then licked the head of his cock. "Now for you, Beauty!" he said, beginning to move. "No!" she protested immediately, "We're not going to do anything that might hurt your arm!" He settled back, and said, putting his good arm around her: "What a love you are!" She turned to him and, looking up at his smiling face said earnestly: "Jorge, I love you!" "I love you too, Kelly, my Beauty!" As he said it he took hold of her left nipple with his good hand. "You playing with my nipple?" she asked in a mock suspicious voice. "Not me!" he said. "Well, feels good whoever is doing it," she quipped. "Must have been Emilio!" he said and they both broke into laughs. The subject for the day's class was the campaign of Sherman up through the Carolinas. She finished and the class filed out. When they were gone, Miranda was waiting. Kelly looked up with a genuinely glad smile on her face: "Miranda!" she said, giving the girl a hug. "Uh, Dr. Clark," Miranda began. Kelly interrupted her by saying: "Lunch and talk?" They drove to Kelly's house. Kelly had a plan in mind and realized that she needed to run the plan by Miranda before talking about it to Jorge. They got to Kelly's and went in and Kelly said: "What's your afternoon schedule like?" "Well, it's really free; I had economics but it's called for today," Miranda said. "Good," Kelly answered, "I don't have classes either we can hang out." Miranda giggled and said: "It's so funny for me to contemplate 'hanging out' with Dr. Clark. Who would have thought?" "Who indeed!" Kelly said. Then Miranda got very serious and said: "Forgive me for bringing this up but I need to ask you: Do you love my brother? I really don't want him hurt. I saw what he was like, when our Maria died and I can't bear to see him go through such pain again." "Thank you for asking," Kelly said, stroking Miranda's face. "Your bother is the biggest surprise in my life; when my husband left me for a younger woman, I thought that, acted like and believed that, that part of my life was over. I can't even begin to tell you how Jorge has changed me and my outlook." "I thought so," Miranda said, hugging Kelly then. "Well, let me show you my surprise and maybe you'll understand," Kelly said. She led Miranda through the house to the stairs to the basement. When they were in the basement, Kelly put the lights on, and led Miranda around. It had been finished as a 'moter' apartment. It had a large bedroom, a full bath, a lovely large living area and a kitchen corner. "This is lovely," Miranda said. "But I don't understand." "It's for you!" Kelly said. Miranda whipped her head around and said: "What?" Kelly smiled: "I want more than anything in the world for Jorge to live with me and we'd never do that and leave you on your own." Miranda was hugging Kelly immediately. She said, through her tears: "I always called Maria 'Momma Maria' because she was so good and loving to me. You are so much like her. You must be 'Momma Kelly'!" Kelly held her close and finally asked: "Do you like it?" "Like it, I love it!" Miranda said, "And I love you!" Kelly smiled and said: "We mustn't let on to Jorge that we're plotting against him!" Miranda giggled. "It'll be our secret!" "We're supposed to have dinner together tonight," Kelly said, "Join us and we can spring it on the old man!" "Old Man!' Miranda snorted. "I bet he moves your bones!" Kelly looked at her earnestly and said: "Miranda, I can't, won't lie to you, he really does it for me!" "Good!" Miranda said "Then we spring it on him tonight!" "Tonight!" Kelly affirmed. Then she asked: "Lunch?" "Lunch!" Miranda said. Over lunch Kelly told Miranda that she'd already talked to Dr Janet Sussmann about grades and was giving her Miranda's work, tests, etc but with no name and Dr. Sussmann would help with Miranda's grade which was an 'A' level anyway. But she explained that she didn't want anyone to charge her with favoritism, since they were such good friends. After lunch, Miranda spoke up and said: "Let's go all out tonight. I mean dress for a killing effect. We won't even give Jorge a chance!" "Great!" Kelly said. "I'll have him here in my bed in not time!" They both giggled then and Miranda said: "You're such a hussy!" She got a terrible look on her face, once she realized what she'd said but Kelly just giggled: "Who would have thought it? Me a PhD in history being called, justifiably a 'hussy'!" "I didn't want to get personal enough to call you a slut!" Miranda said with a laugh. Kelly joined the laugh and they hugged again. "Momma Kelly, I love you," Miranda said. "Oh, Miranda, my Miranda, I love you too. Wait until Jorge sees the babes tonight! All the stops out! No quarter!" "No quarter!" Miranda agreed. Then Miranda hesitated and said, in some dismay: "What shall I wear? I don't know that I have anything really sensational." "Let's invade the closet," Kelly said, "I have a few dresses that are a little small for me. We'll try those." They did in fact find a short red cocktail dress that Miranda looked like a positive 'knock out' in. "Oh, it's good, girl!" Kelly said, squealing with delight. "Gotta be good, if I'm going to go out with someone with booty like you!" Miranda said, and they both went into a hail of giggles. Miranda sobered up then and said: "If I'm getting disrespectful here . . ." "Don't even say it!" Kelly said, "You're wonderful!" Miranda hugged her and said a soft "Momma Kelly." They were ready in plenty of time. Kelly wore a short black sheath with spaghetti straps and cleavage showing. Miranda was resplendent in the red cocktail dress. Kelly had agreed to meet Jorge, after a meeting that he had, at a restaurant. She called to tell him that Miranda was going to join them. He was surprised but pleased. He was already seated and waiting for them, looking sharp in his uniform. He saw the two women coming towards him and his eyes glowed. Kelly and Miranda got to the table and Kelly kissed him first and then Miranda kissed him on the cheek. "Whatever it is," he said, his hands in the air, "I agree and will do it!" Kelly turned and grinned at Miranda, who grinned back at her. "Victory, girl!" Kelly said, exchanging a 'high five' with Miranda. Jorge was watching this with a certain amount of pride and no small bit of glee. "Okay, just tell me and get it over," he said, as they sat. "Whatever do you mean?" Kelly said with mock innocence, and looking at Miranda said: "Shall we tell him?" "Yes, Momma Kelly, I think we should!" Miranda said. Her words caused Jorge to start and stare at both of them. "What?" he said, his voice now not so steady, after hearing what his sister called Kelly. "Miranda's coming to live at my house!" Kelly said with a grin. "What?" Jorge said, not fulling understanding. "My basement!" Kelly said, "It's finished, a full apartment and she's going to have it!" "But?" Jorge said, and Miranda said: "Tell him; don't leave him in misery." "I'm sorry, love," Kelly said, "But we enjoyed playing with you so much. I want to ask you to come and live with me! Miranda can have the basement apartment." Jorge was silent for a few minutes, until finally Kelly spoke up: "Jorge, I'm losing my nerve here with every silent minute." He kind of shook himself and said quietly: "I am at a loss for words at the generosity, the wonder and the beauty of the offer but I guess that I shouldn't be, for you are beauty itself, and I heard what my Miranda called you and that's the very world!" They were silent after that, letting it sink in. They ate companionable. After a bit Miranda said: "This is such a family thing!" "It is, mi amor!" Jorge said. "Maria would be pleased . . ." Miranda began and covered her mouth in dismay for saying it. Kelly reached out and stroked her face, and said: "She would indeed, indeed." After dinner, for which Jorge insisted on paying, they got up and quietly left. When they were outside, Miranda said: "I need to go see Doris to show her how this dress looks!" Kelly spoke up and said: "Why not just take my car?" She looked at Jorge, who nodded in agreement. He and Kelly held hands on the way to the car, while Miranda happily went her way. When they got back to Kelly's house, she said: "Jorge, I'm sorry for springing this on you; she was so excited,and I really thought that I needed to kind of ask her permission first." She moved to hug him at that point as he said: "No 'sorries' over such a wonderful offer, Beauty!" They kissed then. She said to him almost urgently: "Jorge, I want you here with me so badly; I want to reach out at times and feel you there! I spend times more and more often thinking of dirty things to do to you, with you, for you." "Kelly the Beauty," he said, almost solemnly, "I would love to live with you, and you are so kind to take Miranda into account. Show me this apartment, why don't you?" She led him downstairs to view the apartment, as it was finished, and he was pleased with it, as Miranda had been. They wandered around and then went to the stairs to go back upstairs. He was just behind her, watching the movement of her ass cheeks beneath the shiny material of her sheath. Half way up the stairs he grabbed her by the hips. She let out a muted shriek and looked back at him. "What are you doing?" she said breathlessly. "I have to do it now, for soon Miranda will be down there and I can't!" he announced. As he spoke, he pushed Kelly's dress up to her hips, revealing a pair of lacy black, bikini panties and a garter belt. "Sexy lady!" he said. "I will come to you some morning at 4 AM and we will have a very dirty session for my girl!" "Oh please," she began to say but the words were lost in a shriek again as he applied his mouth to the crack of her ass through her panties, with his hand reaching around to pet her pussy through the panties. "Ohhh yes!" she sighed and pushed her ass back toward him. She heard him unzip his pants and frantically pushed her panties down and off, waiting for him and ready for him. He whispered to her, as he began to make love to her; he whispered through his urgency: "Do you really want to plan something dirty, sexy, my Beauty?" he asked. "Yes . . .so exciting," she mumbled, pushing back at him to match the rhythm of his love making. "Plan it, and I will play your game!" he said but then the talking ceased and he concentrated on his love making. "What a fine, fine ass this woman has!" he said, and slapped Kelly's naked ass cheek. She let out a 'whoop', when he did and reached behind her to grab at his thighs. The two of them collapsed on the stairs, when their urgency was finished. "Need to go somewhere more comfortable," he said, and she commented: "But the stairwell is properly marked for us." They were upstairs then and he held her, and she said into his ear: "Oh, Jorge, you complete me so well; are you really going to come and live here? Are you?" "Yes, I believe I will," he said, brushing her lips with his, "I've been invited you see." "Yes," she said, "You certainly have." That wasn't a night for him to stay very long. He did have to go to work and they had to make arrangements for Kelly to get her car back and for Miranda to be delivered home. They did agree that they'd talk seriously about the move the very next day in the afternoon. Kelly's mind worked on her 'dirty, sexy game' already that very evening. She was excited by the possibility of playing with him. He mind was racing with it. It was a few days later. She was up at 3:00 AM, promising herself a late sleep the next morning. She got herself ready for him, humming with her excitement all the while. She left a note inside the door: "A snooty woman, driving intoxicated, was stopped by one of your officers; in the course of his questioning her, she took umbrage and slapped him and became abusive. He brought her in. She was abusive to you, the chief. She is now in her cell. You have decided to teach her manners, and she has been stripped naked and bound, so that she cannot move. She is waiting for you." Then a note was appended to the bottom: "If at any time you wish for any reason to stop our play, say my name. If at any time I wish to stop our play, I'll say your name. I love you, Jorge. Come play with me." Jorge was already getting an erection, after reading the note, in anticipation of what he was sure to find in the living room. He wasn't wrong. As he entered the living room he saw her. She was naked; she was on her knees bent forward. She had a blind fold on her eyes, and her hands were bound behind her back by a pair of toy handcuffs. Jorge let out an involuntary sigh as he saw her. It caused a smile to run across her face. Then he began it with her: "Well, missy, so you finally sobered up a bit." She sounded half way defiant but with a definite undertone of fear: "Yes, and I'm sorry . . .uh. . .for being so snotty to your officer. Please let me go." "Let you go, girl? No, I don't think so," he said, "Assaulting an officer in this state carries an automatic 90 days in stateville prison. You're gonna do time, girl!" She began to sob. "Please no! I said I'm sorry, what can I do?" Jorge laughed: "What can you do? Maybe please me and we'll see." "Please you?" she asked, and then said: "ohh! No other way?" "Of course there is," he answered. "You go for your 90 inside; and we'll let you wait with the boys downstairs in holding #2. There are nine of them; they'd be happy to welcome you. Bus for stateville comes in about 2 hours. You'll help them to pass the time." "Nooooooooo!" she wailed, and he knew that he had her. He walked over to her but now he had a night stick in his hand. He tapped her naked ass with the night stick. "Then maybe the alternative, pleasing me!" "Pleasing you!" she said, the fear now overriding everything else. "And my night stick!" he said, hitting her other ass cheek but a bit harder this time. "And your night stick!" she said. "Like the feel of it, slut?" he asked. "Yes, sir," she said meekly, fulling realizing what her situation was. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to a kneeling position. She cried out, as he grabbed her hair. "Better," he said, "Let me see those nice tits. I think my night stick likes your tits." As he said this, he hit her let tit with the night stick, none too gently and then the right tit next. "Like to see them swaying like that, slut!" he said. "That what you are, a slut?" "Yes, sir," she said, totally cowed. He hit her in the ass hard with the night stick, causing her to jump and groan. "Then say it; tell me!" "I'm a slut, sir!" she said quickly. "For me and my night stick?" he asked politely. Kelly and the Cop "For you and your night stick," she said firmly. "Do you want to make love to my night stick, slut?" he asked. "Yes, sir," she said right away, "I'd love to make love to your night stick." "Ask nicely!" he said with a hard edge to his voice. "Please, sir, and your handsome night stick,will you allow me, please to make love to the night stick?" she asked. "You want this night stick up your pussy, girl?" he asked. "Yes, sir, I do; I want the night stick up my pussy." "Then maybe my cock up your ass, girl?" he asked. Kelly let out a moan then, as she suddenly knew where Jorge was going with this. "Yes, sir," she said, "Anything you want; night stick in my pussy, your cock in my ass! Use me, sir. Please don't send me to stateville." "Good girl! Sensible girl; you get ready now!" He moved behind her then, and added some vaseline, that he'd gotten, to the bottom part of the night stick. He began by teasing her, pushing it up and down against her exposed pussy lips. Kelly was groaning audibly from the night stick treatment. When he finally pushed it part way into her pussy, she mewled loudly and pushed back at the invading device. Jorge chuckled: "That's my Beauty!" Then he was around in front of her and removed the blind fold. He was naked and she smiled at his nakedness and opened her mouth wide for him to enter it. "Get it wet, girl," he said, "I'm goin' on back there and I'm gonna add to what's happening." "I hope so," she said and proceeded to suck on his cock. Jorge soon slipped it out and went behind her. He positioned himself and then pushed his cock head against her sphincter. "Ready?" he asked, a voice of concern now. "Yes, honey," Kelly said, and Jorge pushed. As the cock entered her ass, with the night stick still in her pussy, Kelly cried out, getting the words out in a strangled voice: "Oh, Jorge!!!!! Do that to me! Make me yours! Make me your slut!" His fucking didn't last very long with the tightness of her ass hole, and her constant movement and wiggling to move along with him. Kelly came almost as soon as he entered her ass hole. "I love you, Jorge," she cried out, as she came just before he did. Then, once he'd removed his cock and the night stick and cleaned her and him up, he picked up their story line again briefly. He called out: "Jones, come and get her; you can use her any way you want. Then release her but first take her to holding #2 and let her there for about an hour and a half. Let her entertain the boys." Then, grinning, he removed the cuffs. She sprang at him crying out, as she wrapped herself around him: "Wicked! Wicked!" He grinned through it all, and finally said to her: "What does a poor cop, who has played the game, have to do to get fed around here?" "Just be my love!" she said, sashaying her way into the kitchen, and grinning over her shoulder. He laughed: "Poppa will spank!" he taunted. "Momma would like!" she replied. "Incorrigible!" he said. She stopped and said: "No, in love!" She air kissed him, as he got into his uniform and went to the kitchen. She as soon wearing her alluring outfit of only an apron. She got a steak out of the refrigerator for him, and began getting his dinner together. They sat at the table then and before he started to eat, Jorge, with an embarrassed look on his face said: "Beauty, I need to ask if you are upset by the names that I called you in our little . . ." Here Kelly broke in with: "Jorge my love, big beautiful policeman, I will certainly be your slut! Private for you alone. I will hold back no part of me for our love and our play and our passion. You call me 'slut' and it makes me smile, because it's my Jorge calling me that." "You are beyond all the worlds, Beauty!" he said, kissing her hand. Epilogue: They made arrangements to talk later that day about their impending move, when he'd slept. They got together and started their conversation, over tea, before Miranda joined them. Kelly offered to sell her house and they would get a new house for all of them. "I have money from my mom and dad," she said to Jorge, "Plenty of money." Their decision was that they would indeed live in Kelly's house. Both of them, however, were in favor of some new furniture. It was decided that Miranda, who was present by then, could have the pick of the furniture in either the house or the apartment for her own 'digs' downstairs. She was excited about that. They set a date for the move to take place, and Kelly and Jorge decided to do some furniture shopping. They went to a furniture shop and were looking for a bedroom set. They found one there that they really liked but Jorge spoke up: "There's a problem here, Beauty!" Kelly looked at him with concern: "What?" "I can only go to bed with you on this new bed if you are my wife!" The sales person, who'd given them some room to discuss a purchased was shocked by Kelly suddenly grabbing hold of Jorge and crying out in a loud voice: "Yes!" Kelly turned to the man, who was staring, and almost shouted: "The Watch Commander here, my own personal cop, just asked me to marry him! He's going to make a bride of me!" The salesman, an older gentleman, just beamed and kissed her cheek, offering his hand to Jorge. They planned a dinner out that evening to break the news to Miranda. It was a subdued place, and they had a table toward the back of the restaurant. Jorge spoke up and said: "Miranda, mi amor, I want to tell you. . . we want to tell you, that we've decided to get married." There was silence only for a few seconds, and Miranda exploded from her chair, to the surprise of other diners and grabbed Kelly into a hug saying in a fierce loud whisper: "Momma Kelly, I'm so, so happy!" Then she went on to hug Jorge, and was in tears by the time that the hugging ended. They discussed further the future, and plans to make the big move, setting dates for themselves to get it done. Jorge promised to get all the 'man power' that was needed for the move. The men of Jorge's command were indeed on hand during the day to get the move done. They seemed to be enchanted with Kelly, a few of them taken by her expertise on the subject of the Civil War. By the time the move was over, Kelly was a favorite of the whole command group. They were all invited also to the wedding. It was a large wedding, for Jorge had a large family. Miranda was the maid of honor. At the reception Kelly was required to dance with each member of Jorge's command group. They danced far into the night. In the silence, the darkness that night, in bed and tired, cuddled together, sharing their marvelous nakedness, Jorge said: "I never told you, I'm afraid, Beauty, that you have a marvelous ass!" Kelly giggled and cuddled closer to him, and said, whispering to him, to the night and the stars: "Jorge, thank you for coming for me." The End