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I didn't see Connie again after the experience, and after a couple of days (okay, a week) of waiting for her to call me (I'd given her my number and explained that I wasn't good at phoning) and realizing she wasn't going to, I returned to normal, that is, Asshole Cop Mode. On May 24th, Martinez came into Wesley Avenue practically singing. Since Sheridan and I were going off shift, I only had the briefest opportunity to ask him what was up. He looked both ways, lowered his voice, and said "Tonio, I met a girl last night that practically blew the roof off my house." Sheridan, overhearing, came back and cracked "Perhaps you shouldn't leave all those explosives lying around." Sheridan is king of the terrible joke, and both of us rolled our eyes. We keep him around because he's six-five and built like the side of a stone house. And that if we got rid of him, he'd probably sue and win, and we already have enough problems. Anyway, as we were leaving, the Precinct Captain, Michael Fox (yes, that's really his name) was coming up the sidewalk and stopped me. "Gray, can I talk to you a minute?" "Sure, Captain, what's up.?" (Despite the casual tone, I'm fucking dreading what's about to happen, since the last time he gave me the "Can I talk to you a minute" I ended up at 35th and Nevada escorting felony-charged inmates to court since the regular guy flipped his wig and ran off to Ulan Bator. Long story, no time to go into it. That was not fun.)
But, it was nothing that serious. This time, Captain Fox informed me that it came to his attention that I had a week of vacation time I hadn't taken. Basically, he was ordering-not-ordering me to take this vacation time or I'd lose it. He said he'd seen me preoccupied, but he was assuming it had to do with overwork. It took everything in my power not to yell "Gee, Captain, you have me arresting trans hookers, most of which are actually hot and get my dick hard without relief, and worse I had mindblowing sex with a hot girl who doesn't call me. You think I work too LITTLE?" But, instead, I smiled and said thank you, and that I'd take it off Sunday. Since the captain doesn't work weekends, he nodded and said "Great. See you Monday."
Now, vacation days are an odd thing in the CPD. If you start your vacation on Sunday, you don't come back next Sunday, you come back next Monday, meaning your vacation is closer to eight days than seven. So when Saturday night at 12AM hit, I told Sheridan to drop me at my apartment, walked into the building, and, sitting down in front of the TV, opened a bottle of Chivas and planned to go out the next night to satisfy my aching balls. And no, they weren't aching because of being kicked this time. Some people don't take arrest well.
Mother Nature is not a fan of hubristic cops. The next day she dropped a damn tsunami on Chicago. I woke up to sheets of rain pelting the windows and a fog so thick that I couldn't even see Weeghman Park from my window. This was bad, since I really don't like rain because a lot of the more interesting people stay home. "Fuck" I growled as I stood at the window looking down at the city getting a huge shower. About 5' o'clock, with the Cubs game canceled, I called Woodard. "Hey, man, you working tonight?" "Actually, I just got off the morning shift. Only three arrests, even the hookers don't come out." "Listen, I was thinking...you want to go to the Pink Kitty?" "The Pink Kitty? Isn't that the place where you can meet transgirls that might be hookers?" I sighed. "Dude, not as cops. We're not on the job. I want to get laid. And so do you." Woodard replied. "Yeah, but I gotta go in at..." "Bullshit, meet me downstairs in two hours."
Forgiving my hubris, the rains ceased at 6:36, The fog, however, remained, though lightened. When Woodard showed up, he was wearing a black button-down with black slacks, and he was wearing his fucking glasses. I shook my head, but jumped into his car and we drove off.
The Pink Kitty is about 10 blocks west of my building on Irwin Park and Northpoint. If you don't know about it and don't see the tiny sign next to the door, you'll miss it. On Sundays, its not packed but you can meet some bored girls who either want to play without their friends or with them. Woodard and I walked in and sat at the bar. I ordered a shot of Southern Comfort and Woodard had a Grey Goose and Dr.Pepper. I looked at him and raised an eyebrow and he shrugged and said "it's an acquired taste." We swiveled on our chairs and scanned the room. We're cops. It's automatic.
I sucked down the first shot of SoCo and got another. As I did, I noticed a tall thin blonde with statuesque legs and her friend, a bigger brunette girl with cleavage and a floral print skirt. I looked at Woodard and he at me, and then both of us looked at the girls. Who were looking right back at us. Etiquette says you're supposed to hold the stare long enough to communicate interest. Woodard turned away after ten seconds, and, unnerved, I swiveled around to look at him. "What's this?" I asked. "Why'd you stop?" "They only want drinks," he replied. I was about to respond when the tall blonde was suddenly right next to him. "Hello." she said to him, her eyes crystal blue and her small breasts in his face. He looked up at her, gave her a half smile, and signaled to the bartender. As he did, she said. "John, whatever he's having, I'll have, and put them both on my tab." He looked somewhat surprised, and I smothered a smile. As I turned away, the brunette was at my elbow, which kind of was startling, and she said "Hi." Great Conversations it wasn't.
As we do, I gave her the once over. She's a big girl, but cute face, brown eyes. Of course, her breasts could stop a truck, but that wasn't exactly on my mind. Okay, it was, but I wanted to find out more about her. "So, what brings you here tonight?" I asked, picking a peanut out of the bowl on the bar and eating it. "Well," she began hesitantly, "Lexi here wanted to get me out of the doldrums after I broke up with my boyfriend." Shit, RED FUCKING ALERT. "I wasn't going to come but she insisted." I NEED A DRINK, I thought, BECAUSE THIS IS GOING TO BE A FUCKING DISASTER.
Surprisingly, it wasn't. I found out her name was Sara and she had been with the ex for 7 years because he was the first guy who had ever cared more about her as a person than a sex partner. She was older than me by about six years, putting her just an eyelash short of forty. Oh, hell, I thought, a fucking trans milf. We hadn't broached the subject, but as the alcohol flowed we became more and more comfortable. And then out of the blue she asked. "How long have you been a police officer?"
Oh, lord. Oh, shit. How did she know? Casually, I asked "How did you know I was a cop?" She smiled. "Because I've seen you down on Vanderbilt when I've left Big City Brewery. You and your partner...the tall black guy? You're always out on the corner making the girls."
"That's not true" I protested. "We only arrest them. Nothing else. Most of them are hookers. We have to arrest them when they are, its our job."
"Well," she said, laughing "I've never really seen myself dating a cop. Or a black man. But at least you'll help me get over my boyfriend." I raised an eyebrow. "By serving as your sounding board and emotional rescue?" "No." she said, and then, making sure no one else could hear, she leaned over to me. "By, tonight, making love to me until I can't move." Holy shit, I thought, the girl has a way with words. About this same time, Lexi, somewhat drunk, leaned over to us and said that she'd decided to take Woodard home and fuck him silly. Those were her words, not mine. And I'm not sure how she meant it. "My apartment's nearby" I said, shrugging as I paid the bill. "We could go back to my place." "I'd like that." We walked out of the bar, and that's when I noticed Woodard was staggering. Having visions of the car driving into a wall, I pulled out my cellphone and dialed the cabbie that had taken me and Connie to my place. Justin was an old friend, which was why he was on call. "Lexi, Tim, you two are going back to my place. Where do you live, anyway, Lexi?" "Evanston." she said, and then she hiccupped a little. "Hell with that. Come back and get your car in the morning."
Ten minutes later, we staggered into my apartment. "My sofa turns into a bed." I pointed out as Sara looked at me before going demurely into the half-bathroom. (The bedroom has a full bath) I walked into the bedroom and removed my white shirt, sitting on the king-sized bed and waiting. She came into the room and closed the door and sat next to me. She looked into my eyes and said "God, I'm nervous." Putting both hands on her head and slowly pulling her to me, I kissed her softly for about ten seconds, then pulled back and said "Nervous about what?" Outside the room, I could hear slurping and moaning. Inwardly I was pissed. Woodard gets the slut and I get the Good Girl. There's no justice in the world. Putting this out of my mind, I began to undress her. At first she lay there as I kissed my way down her body, pausing as I took off her blouse and looked at the bra confronting me. Son of a bitch, I thought semi-drunkenly, my old enemy, we meet again. But, she took control, peeling it off to reveal soft breasts that were milk white and nipples like pink gumdrops. She has a stomach that's somewhat large, but she's compact and rounded, a little short. I could deal with this. Then it hit me. She was ashamed of her body. I cursed my luck, but I climbed into bed next to her. "Now you listen" I said "You can't be ashamed of what you got, mami. You are a big girl, but you're sexy, and I'm going to enjoy this night, even if its our only one." Hint, hint. God, am I subtle. I moved her hand down to my dick, which was at attention and pointing into the sky like a light tower. "See that? That's for you." I began kissing her, and she responded, meaning I was getting to her. She moved down my body, pulling my shirt over my head, and tongued my chest, the hair crackling as her tongue moved over it. Finally she confronted my cock, which was twitching and jerking in her hand. She looked worried for a minute, then looked up at me and said "fuck it, I gotta try it." It was the first time I'd heard her swear.
And she went down hard on my cock, gagging herself as she did, an audible choke combined with a moan to produce one of the most erotic sounds I've heard in years. Although she seemed rusty, she avoided using her teeth after the second time. Fuck, I thought, this is good. I bit my lip and stopped her. "You've still got your skirt on." I reminded her. She looked disoriented, and then remembered. "Oh. I was...sucking you off." "And you're good at it" I pointed out, "but this was about making love to YOU. So let's see if that's what we're going to do." And I slowly pulled her skirt down to notice her own cock bulging out of her panties, in fact the head was peeping out. She saw me looking and blushed. I simply smiled and peeled her panties off. Her cock was cut, the head large and pink and listing to one side. I, however, am an ass man. And although hers kind of sagged a little, it was round and still high enough for me to get my cock into. I pulled her back into the bed and laid her down softly onto it. Wickedly smiling, I licked her shaft up and down like a lollipop and she shivered. Out in the living room, I heard the slapping sounds of fucking begin. Sara began twisting the sheets into ribbons as I swallowed her cock to the root, held it for a second, and then went down again. "Oh god" she sighed. "I can't take you doing that. I'll squirt." I pulled away just as precum coated that head, which I licked off. I opened the drawer and pulled out a package of gummi bears. She looked at them and asked what it was for. I responded by taking out a green gummi bear, sucking on it, and then, softly, pushing it up her ass. Holding her ass closed, I gently turned her over so she was doggy style, and she moaned sexily as she pushed the gummi bear back onto my tongue, which darted into her ass twice before I devoured the bear, which tasted heavenly.
I began eating her out with abandon, realizing that my patience was running thin. She was beating her fists against the wall and making this odd combination of growls and whispers, which caused Old Man Butler next door to hit the wall with his broomstick. Just as I started prepping my cock for entry, she stopped me. "I think you should know something." she smiled nervously, and said "I...haven't done that in years." "Okay" I said tonelessly. "And I'm...not sure I should do it tonight." Aw, I thought, as the yelps from the living room were getting louder and harder. "Okay, cool." I said in the same toneless voice. Then she smiled. "No, I'm just k**ding. I just want more gummi bears in me. That's the hottest thing any man has ever done to me." I shook my head and smiled. Then out came the red gummi bear, which I pushed into her ass with my tongue, and held there as, growling, she lowered her sweet white ass directly onto my tongue, which penetrated. "Mmmmmmmmmm" she yowled, as my tongue and the bear rolled around in her hole. Her muscles gripped my tongue, and at the last second, she pulled herself off my tongue and took a deep breath. "Oh, lord, I almost squirted all over you. I don't want to until you fuck me." Every time she swears, I actually get surprised, I thought to myself.
I crouched above her, on my knees, my cock waving in front of me. Holding her legs in the air, her own cock throbbed as mine rubbed against her hole. Then I penetrated her, and she took a deep breath, and, in the most ladylike tone I've ever heard, said "ow" "Should I stop?" I asked, and she said "No. keep on. " In the living room, someone shouted "I'm COMING...." I finally got the entire length sheathed into Sara and began moving in and out slowly at first and then quickly. Her eyelids fluttered and her cock lengthened. Her nipples were standing tall and she was breathing in and out with each thrust. I thought this was awesome. But I fucking hate the missionary position. So, with a growl, I said "Sara, I want to cum deep in your hole, but this is about you. We'll do what you want to." In response, she shoved me off of her, turned me onto my back, and straddling my cock, sank down onto it "So you want to cum, motherfucker?" she yelled down at me. "So you want to shoot in me?" She started bouncing up and down on me, her cock and tits bouncing in rhythm with her. "I want to see you do it! I want to see your face contort and you shoot that load all in me." She was riding me so hard that my cock was straining not to erupt. The living room had gone silent, and I was trying to control Sara, which was futile. I began to moan, realizing how close I was getting. She gave me an open mouthed smile as her own cock popped and she shot all over herself, and then she JUST BARELY pulled herself off of me and, pushing her breasts together, took my juice all over those big boobs. I flopped on the bed like a fish. as she demurely cleaned herself off with my shirt.
"I didn't want you to cum in my pussy yet," she told me, her expression luminous. "When I let you cum in me, you become mine. And I'm not sure you want that yet, or even that I want that. I'm going to Jacksonville for a couple of months on Tuesday to visit my aunt. I'll know what's up when I come back. If you still want to be with me when I come back, and vice versa, we'll know." "That's fine." I said hoarsely, even though, in the afterglow, I wasn't sure what the fuck I was saying. She went into the bathroom, and when she came back, we cuddled until she fell asleep. I remained awake for another hour wondering what the fuck was I going to do with this girl who I was intrigued by.
I never did find out who fucked who in the living room. Woodard never spoke about it. I didn't ask. I figured that simply thinking about Sara while she was in Jacksonville was enough for me. Of course, I had a an experience on Wednesday, but that's a story for another entry.
So when Martinez brought Connie into the squad room, then somehow made some pretext to be out of the room, we stared at each other until she broke the silence. "You're looking good." she said. "Yeah, you too." I said shortly and turned back to my work. "You can't really be angry with me." she went on. "I enjoyed the sex, but it was simply a thank you." "Yeah, thanks," I glared down at my work to avoid looking at her. "What am I supposed to say to my best friend? 'hey, bud, how's your girlfriend? You know, the one I fucked like an a****l?'" (Nine Inch Nails shoutout.) She laughed. "He already knows." This caught my attention. "What?" "He knows already. It was one of the first things I told him. That's why he brought me here because...well, he wants something from you." "Ain't that some shit." I muttered to myself, but I was actually relieved my best friend didn't hate me. "Well, what does he want?" I asked. She took a breath. "He wants you, Sheridan, Bonds, and Maurice to...to fuck me. Along with him." I think my jaw hit the floor at the same time my erection did. "He...what?"
"He wants the four of you to have a gangbang. With me." she said, and looked at me wickedly. "And I think it's a great idea."
I wasn't so sure. But the more I thought of it, the better an idea it sounded.
End Part 2.
But, it was nothing that serious. This time, Captain Fox informed me that it came to his attention that I had a week of vacation time I hadn't taken. Basically, he was ordering-not-ordering me to take this vacation time or I'd lose it. He said he'd seen me preoccupied, but he was assuming it had to do with overwork. It took everything in my power not to yell "Gee, Captain, you have me arresting trans hookers, most of which are actually hot and get my dick hard without relief, and worse I had mindblowing sex with a hot girl who doesn't call me. You think I work too LITTLE?" But, instead, I smiled and said thank you, and that I'd take it off Sunday. Since the captain doesn't work weekends, he nodded and said "Great. See you Monday."
Now, vacation days are an odd thing in the CPD. If you start your vacation on Sunday, you don't come back next Sunday, you come back next Monday, meaning your vacation is closer to eight days than seven. So when Saturday night at 12AM hit, I told Sheridan to drop me at my apartment, walked into the building, and, sitting down in front of the TV, opened a bottle of Chivas and planned to go out the next night to satisfy my aching balls. And no, they weren't aching because of being kicked this time. Some people don't take arrest well.
Mother Nature is not a fan of hubristic cops. The next day she dropped a damn tsunami on Chicago. I woke up to sheets of rain pelting the windows and a fog so thick that I couldn't even see Weeghman Park from my window. This was bad, since I really don't like rain because a lot of the more interesting people stay home. "Fuck" I growled as I stood at the window looking down at the city getting a huge shower. About 5' o'clock, with the Cubs game canceled, I called Woodard. "Hey, man, you working tonight?" "Actually, I just got off the morning shift. Only three arrests, even the hookers don't come out." "Listen, I was thinking...you want to go to the Pink Kitty?" "The Pink Kitty? Isn't that the place where you can meet transgirls that might be hookers?" I sighed. "Dude, not as cops. We're not on the job. I want to get laid. And so do you." Woodard replied. "Yeah, but I gotta go in at..." "Bullshit, meet me downstairs in two hours."
Forgiving my hubris, the rains ceased at 6:36, The fog, however, remained, though lightened. When Woodard showed up, he was wearing a black button-down with black slacks, and he was wearing his fucking glasses. I shook my head, but jumped into his car and we drove off.
The Pink Kitty is about 10 blocks west of my building on Irwin Park and Northpoint. If you don't know about it and don't see the tiny sign next to the door, you'll miss it. On Sundays, its not packed but you can meet some bored girls who either want to play without their friends or with them. Woodard and I walked in and sat at the bar. I ordered a shot of Southern Comfort and Woodard had a Grey Goose and Dr.Pepper. I looked at him and raised an eyebrow and he shrugged and said "it's an acquired taste." We swiveled on our chairs and scanned the room. We're cops. It's automatic.
I sucked down the first shot of SoCo and got another. As I did, I noticed a tall thin blonde with statuesque legs and her friend, a bigger brunette girl with cleavage and a floral print skirt. I looked at Woodard and he at me, and then both of us looked at the girls. Who were looking right back at us. Etiquette says you're supposed to hold the stare long enough to communicate interest. Woodard turned away after ten seconds, and, unnerved, I swiveled around to look at him. "What's this?" I asked. "Why'd you stop?" "They only want drinks," he replied. I was about to respond when the tall blonde was suddenly right next to him. "Hello." she said to him, her eyes crystal blue and her small breasts in his face. He looked up at her, gave her a half smile, and signaled to the bartender. As he did, she said. "John, whatever he's having, I'll have, and put them both on my tab." He looked somewhat surprised, and I smothered a smile. As I turned away, the brunette was at my elbow, which kind of was startling, and she said "Hi." Great Conversations it wasn't.
As we do, I gave her the once over. She's a big girl, but cute face, brown eyes. Of course, her breasts could stop a truck, but that wasn't exactly on my mind. Okay, it was, but I wanted to find out more about her. "So, what brings you here tonight?" I asked, picking a peanut out of the bowl on the bar and eating it. "Well," she began hesitantly, "Lexi here wanted to get me out of the doldrums after I broke up with my boyfriend." Shit, RED FUCKING ALERT. "I wasn't going to come but she insisted." I NEED A DRINK, I thought, BECAUSE THIS IS GOING TO BE A FUCKING DISASTER.
Surprisingly, it wasn't. I found out her name was Sara and she had been with the ex for 7 years because he was the first guy who had ever cared more about her as a person than a sex partner. She was older than me by about six years, putting her just an eyelash short of forty. Oh, hell, I thought, a fucking trans milf. We hadn't broached the subject, but as the alcohol flowed we became more and more comfortable. And then out of the blue she asked. "How long have you been a police officer?"
Oh, lord. Oh, shit. How did she know? Casually, I asked "How did you know I was a cop?" She smiled. "Because I've seen you down on Vanderbilt when I've left Big City Brewery. You and your partner...the tall black guy? You're always out on the corner making the girls."
"That's not true" I protested. "We only arrest them. Nothing else. Most of them are hookers. We have to arrest them when they are, its our job."
"Well," she said, laughing "I've never really seen myself dating a cop. Or a black man. But at least you'll help me get over my boyfriend." I raised an eyebrow. "By serving as your sounding board and emotional rescue?" "No." she said, and then, making sure no one else could hear, she leaned over to me. "By, tonight, making love to me until I can't move." Holy shit, I thought, the girl has a way with words. About this same time, Lexi, somewhat drunk, leaned over to us and said that she'd decided to take Woodard home and fuck him silly. Those were her words, not mine. And I'm not sure how she meant it. "My apartment's nearby" I said, shrugging as I paid the bill. "We could go back to my place." "I'd like that." We walked out of the bar, and that's when I noticed Woodard was staggering. Having visions of the car driving into a wall, I pulled out my cellphone and dialed the cabbie that had taken me and Connie to my place. Justin was an old friend, which was why he was on call. "Lexi, Tim, you two are going back to my place. Where do you live, anyway, Lexi?" "Evanston." she said, and then she hiccupped a little. "Hell with that. Come back and get your car in the morning."
Ten minutes later, we staggered into my apartment. "My sofa turns into a bed." I pointed out as Sara looked at me before going demurely into the half-bathroom. (The bedroom has a full bath) I walked into the bedroom and removed my white shirt, sitting on the king-sized bed and waiting. She came into the room and closed the door and sat next to me. She looked into my eyes and said "God, I'm nervous." Putting both hands on her head and slowly pulling her to me, I kissed her softly for about ten seconds, then pulled back and said "Nervous about what?" Outside the room, I could hear slurping and moaning. Inwardly I was pissed. Woodard gets the slut and I get the Good Girl. There's no justice in the world. Putting this out of my mind, I began to undress her. At first she lay there as I kissed my way down her body, pausing as I took off her blouse and looked at the bra confronting me. Son of a bitch, I thought semi-drunkenly, my old enemy, we meet again. But, she took control, peeling it off to reveal soft breasts that were milk white and nipples like pink gumdrops. She has a stomach that's somewhat large, but she's compact and rounded, a little short. I could deal with this. Then it hit me. She was ashamed of her body. I cursed my luck, but I climbed into bed next to her. "Now you listen" I said "You can't be ashamed of what you got, mami. You are a big girl, but you're sexy, and I'm going to enjoy this night, even if its our only one." Hint, hint. God, am I subtle. I moved her hand down to my dick, which was at attention and pointing into the sky like a light tower. "See that? That's for you." I began kissing her, and she responded, meaning I was getting to her. She moved down my body, pulling my shirt over my head, and tongued my chest, the hair crackling as her tongue moved over it. Finally she confronted my cock, which was twitching and jerking in her hand. She looked worried for a minute, then looked up at me and said "fuck it, I gotta try it." It was the first time I'd heard her swear.
And she went down hard on my cock, gagging herself as she did, an audible choke combined with a moan to produce one of the most erotic sounds I've heard in years. Although she seemed rusty, she avoided using her teeth after the second time. Fuck, I thought, this is good. I bit my lip and stopped her. "You've still got your skirt on." I reminded her. She looked disoriented, and then remembered. "Oh. I was...sucking you off." "And you're good at it" I pointed out, "but this was about making love to YOU. So let's see if that's what we're going to do." And I slowly pulled her skirt down to notice her own cock bulging out of her panties, in fact the head was peeping out. She saw me looking and blushed. I simply smiled and peeled her panties off. Her cock was cut, the head large and pink and listing to one side. I, however, am an ass man. And although hers kind of sagged a little, it was round and still high enough for me to get my cock into. I pulled her back into the bed and laid her down softly onto it. Wickedly smiling, I licked her shaft up and down like a lollipop and she shivered. Out in the living room, I heard the slapping sounds of fucking begin. Sara began twisting the sheets into ribbons as I swallowed her cock to the root, held it for a second, and then went down again. "Oh god" she sighed. "I can't take you doing that. I'll squirt." I pulled away just as precum coated that head, which I licked off. I opened the drawer and pulled out a package of gummi bears. She looked at them and asked what it was for. I responded by taking out a green gummi bear, sucking on it, and then, softly, pushing it up her ass. Holding her ass closed, I gently turned her over so she was doggy style, and she moaned sexily as she pushed the gummi bear back onto my tongue, which darted into her ass twice before I devoured the bear, which tasted heavenly.
I began eating her out with abandon, realizing that my patience was running thin. She was beating her fists against the wall and making this odd combination of growls and whispers, which caused Old Man Butler next door to hit the wall with his broomstick. Just as I started prepping my cock for entry, she stopped me. "I think you should know something." she smiled nervously, and said "I...haven't done that in years." "Okay" I said tonelessly. "And I'm...not sure I should do it tonight." Aw, I thought, as the yelps from the living room were getting louder and harder. "Okay, cool." I said in the same toneless voice. Then she smiled. "No, I'm just k**ding. I just want more gummi bears in me. That's the hottest thing any man has ever done to me." I shook my head and smiled. Then out came the red gummi bear, which I pushed into her ass with my tongue, and held there as, growling, she lowered her sweet white ass directly onto my tongue, which penetrated. "Mmmmmmmmmm" she yowled, as my tongue and the bear rolled around in her hole. Her muscles gripped my tongue, and at the last second, she pulled herself off my tongue and took a deep breath. "Oh, lord, I almost squirted all over you. I don't want to until you fuck me." Every time she swears, I actually get surprised, I thought to myself.
I crouched above her, on my knees, my cock waving in front of me. Holding her legs in the air, her own cock throbbed as mine rubbed against her hole. Then I penetrated her, and she took a deep breath, and, in the most ladylike tone I've ever heard, said "ow" "Should I stop?" I asked, and she said "No. keep on. " In the living room, someone shouted "I'm COMING...." I finally got the entire length sheathed into Sara and began moving in and out slowly at first and then quickly. Her eyelids fluttered and her cock lengthened. Her nipples were standing tall and she was breathing in and out with each thrust. I thought this was awesome. But I fucking hate the missionary position. So, with a growl, I said "Sara, I want to cum deep in your hole, but this is about you. We'll do what you want to." In response, she shoved me off of her, turned me onto my back, and straddling my cock, sank down onto it "So you want to cum, motherfucker?" she yelled down at me. "So you want to shoot in me?" She started bouncing up and down on me, her cock and tits bouncing in rhythm with her. "I want to see you do it! I want to see your face contort and you shoot that load all in me." She was riding me so hard that my cock was straining not to erupt. The living room had gone silent, and I was trying to control Sara, which was futile. I began to moan, realizing how close I was getting. She gave me an open mouthed smile as her own cock popped and she shot all over herself, and then she JUST BARELY pulled herself off of me and, pushing her breasts together, took my juice all over those big boobs. I flopped on the bed like a fish. as she demurely cleaned herself off with my shirt.
"I didn't want you to cum in my pussy yet," she told me, her expression luminous. "When I let you cum in me, you become mine. And I'm not sure you want that yet, or even that I want that. I'm going to Jacksonville for a couple of months on Tuesday to visit my aunt. I'll know what's up when I come back. If you still want to be with me when I come back, and vice versa, we'll know." "That's fine." I said hoarsely, even though, in the afterglow, I wasn't sure what the fuck I was saying. She went into the bathroom, and when she came back, we cuddled until she fell asleep. I remained awake for another hour wondering what the fuck was I going to do with this girl who I was intrigued by.
I never did find out who fucked who in the living room. Woodard never spoke about it. I didn't ask. I figured that simply thinking about Sara while she was in Jacksonville was enough for me. Of course, I had a an experience on Wednesday, but that's a story for another entry.
So when Martinez brought Connie into the squad room, then somehow made some pretext to be out of the room, we stared at each other until she broke the silence. "You're looking good." she said. "Yeah, you too." I said shortly and turned back to my work. "You can't really be angry with me." she went on. "I enjoyed the sex, but it was simply a thank you." "Yeah, thanks," I glared down at my work to avoid looking at her. "What am I supposed to say to my best friend? 'hey, bud, how's your girlfriend? You know, the one I fucked like an a****l?'" (Nine Inch Nails shoutout.) She laughed. "He already knows." This caught my attention. "What?" "He knows already. It was one of the first things I told him. That's why he brought me here because...well, he wants something from you." "Ain't that some shit." I muttered to myself, but I was actually relieved my best friend didn't hate me. "Well, what does he want?" I asked. She took a breath. "He wants you, Sheridan, Bonds, and Maurice to...to fuck me. Along with him." I think my jaw hit the floor at the same time my erection did. "He...what?"
"He wants the four of you to have a gangbang. With me." she said, and looked at me wickedly. "And I think it's a great idea."
I wasn't so sure. But the more I thought of it, the better an idea it sounded.
End Part 2.
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