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Learning the Ropes
By
Deputy Duffy
People call me, Deputy Duffy. I work for the Vermont State Police. I onlygot this job because my father is the sheriff. (I don't like "cops" that much,either.) I've been working for many years and have had my share of adventures,but I guess I should start at the beginning.
After I graduated from high school (I went to an all boys boarding school),my father sent me, kicking and screaming, to the police academy to follow inhis footsteps. (I wanted to be a rock star.) At the young age of 19, I graduatedfrom the police academy, finishing near the top of the class. The day I wassworn in as a deputy was the only day I ever recall that my father said hewas proud of me.
My father started me off slowly at first. I would do paperwork, answerphones, and work road details, basically learning the ropes. Living, andnow working for my father was never easy. He had a bad reputation and wasa difficult man to get along with. I also knew about his nickname, "StripSearch Duffy" for his affection for conducting them frequently, mostly tofemales. I figure this is why my mother left us when I was young and I neversaw her again.
I was raised and still live in a small Southern Vermont town. There is onesupermarket, one bar, one gas station and so on. A town where everyone seeminglyknows each other. Having "Duffy" for a last name meant making friends, especiallygirlfriends, was nearly impossible, and going to an all boys school reallydidn't help that much either. There was a college on the edge of our town thatwe were in charge of policing, so I was hoping to improve on that.
I was working late one night, about six months into my training, when myfather radioed in informing me that he was bringing in a couple of "drug suspects."
I knew he was working the college detail, so I figured the suspectswere probably female ones, and when he showed up a little later with twocollege cuties in tow, I just shook my head. He led them into the "processingroom" and slammed the door shut. I began to feel flush, as I began to imaginemy father conducting one of his famous strip searches.
After about a half an hour my father came out of the room and went across thehall to use the men's room. He also left the processing room's door half-open.Curiosity got the best of me, so I crept up to take a little peek. I gaspedat the site before me. The two young women were standing back to back, theirwrists handcuffed together, but the surprising thing was that they were alsostill buck-naked. I closed my jaw, and focused. There was this blonde, leanand tall, with nice perky breasts. The other girl was a brunette. She was alittle on the heavy side, but her breasts were huge. Both of them had theirheads down. I could only assume they were totally humiliated. I was movingto get an even closer look when I heard my father's voice behind me.
"Care to join me?"
Like a kid caught with his hands in the cookie jar, I quickly returned to mydesk, my father laughing behind me. For the next couple of days my father laughedand teased me every time he saw me, while also sharing the story with my fellowdeputies. He was obviously enjoying my shyness. About a week later he calledme into his office for a "man to man" talk. He said a lot shit that day, butthe thing that stuck in my head was when he said. "If I was his son, then hecouldn't have me running away every time I saw a naked goddamn woman."
I thought he might get me a subscription to "Playboy" or maybe even take meto my first "strip joint" but he had other plans.
The very next day he called me into the processing room. I gasped,as I entered the room, surprised to see Ann Davis sitting on the large stainlesssteal table that was in the center of it. (Ann and her drunk of a husband,owned and operated the Crazy Horse, which is the only bar around.)
"You know Mrs. Davis?" My father asked, as I moved closer.
"Yeah," I managed, as I shook her hand. She looked real nervous.
"Ann is here to help us out with our little problem. Today I will be showing you how to process a female suspect. From now on we will treat Ann as a suspected drug dealer," my father said in a growl.
Now, I was real nervous.
He grabbed Ann by the wrists and put them on her head. Then he produced hishandcuffs.
"Easy," Ann groaned.
"The first thing you should do is frisk the suspect," my father continued, as he brought her hands down and cuffed them behind her back.
With every thing happening quickly, my mind raced. Why would Ann agree to dothis? She had to know my father had the "hots" for her? Hell, half the towndid. Ann was a certified fox. She was flawlessly pretty, and she sported longblonde hair and a killer body to boot. Yet, here she was, submitting to myfathers pat down. "Looking for contraband" as he put it.
I looked her over. Ann was dressed in a tight form fitting blue skirtand a matching sweater that hugged her large breasts. Looking lower, shewore sparkling blue, high heels that made her about six feet tall. As myfather was running his hands over her body, he began asking her rapid-firequestions (he told me to write her answers down on the clipboard that washanging on the wall), all of which she seemed none to happy to have to answer.
Name: Ann Davis
Age: 35
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 122
Measurements: 36d-24-35
(I had no idea what the measurements even signified when I wrote them down,but that sheet of paper still hangs in my locker to this day.)
"Your turn," My father barked, having finished giving Ann's body a
good going over.
I turned to look at Ann's green eyes now welled up with tears. She was obviouslyembarrassed, but with the handcuffs, she was helpless. I guess, in my blueuniform and with my baby 19 year-old face, I had to look more like a "Boy Scout" doesthan a "Deputy" does. I moved slowly, my face flushed, not really believingthis was happening. I followed my father's instructions that he was barking.I started running my hands over her blue skirt, and then up her back, and thendown her front, just lightly brushing her breasts, and then finally down thefront or her skirt. I stood back and exhaled, not even sure I breathed a singlebreath, throughout. I thought I did a good job but my father just looked atme and laughed.
"Son, you weren't paying attention," he huffed. (SomethingI've heard a couple million times before.)
"When searching a busty suspect like her, you have to take your time and do a thorough search, she can hide a lot of contraband in there." He said this while fondling Ann's breasts over her sweater. He stopped and shoved her into me and I went next trying to do a better job this time. I was trying to act professional but I had to admit I loved having Ann's soft sweater covered breasts in my hands. I noticed Ann squirming under my touch, as I started slowly squeezing them, but she remained surprisingly silent, but I'm sure if she wasn't cuffed she would have slapped my face.
"Son, when a suspect is wearing heavy clothing you might have to make some adjustments. Now unbutton that sweater," my father said, tapping me on the shoulder. Ann gasped.
By the tone in his voice, I knew he was serious, so I started to fumble withAnne's buttons. She had a worried look on her face but did not protest. Therewere only a couple of buttons, buttoned, so soon the sweater fell open, exposingher small blue bra that barely kept her breasts from spilling out. My facefelt as if it was sun-burnt.
I searched her again, per my father's request. I began running my hand overthe bra and under the straps. He ordered me to "lift each breast out of theircup and inspect each one." I looked at him in astonishment.
"Do it!" He barked.
I had to admit the feeling was almost overwhelming. She had soft fullbreasts with large shiny areolae and nice brown nipples. Ann squirmed evenmore under my touch, now, as I massaged her naked breasts. She even whimperedsome protest. My father whispered something into her ear and she seemed tocalm down a bit. I was a little disappointed when my father told me to stop,several moments later, however, that quickly faded when he announced thather lower-half search would be next.
He helped me pull up her tight skirt, which revealed her small blue silk panties.I roamed my hands over them, patting them down, "looking for contraband." Myfather's hands were also roaming on the front of her panties.
"C'mon guys," Ann finally protested. Ignoring her I gave her ass several squeezes. I was surprised at, for a larger size ass, how firm it was.
Finished with our manual pat down, my father took off the handcuffs and stoodback. Ann reacted to this by quickly pulling her skirt down and then startedstuffing her breasts back into her bra.
"Ann, what are you doing, you know you're going the wrong way?" My
father said, folding his arms.
"What?" Ann cried out, while I did some silent cheering.
"Strip!" My father barked. "And I mean now."
"Look, I don't wanna...."
"I know, but you have no choice, once you start you can't change your mind," he interrupted. "Now get them clothes off."
Ann closed her eyes and seemed to be praying.
"Ann, why aren't you naked yet?" (My father was never much into prayer.)
"I can't believe I'm doing this!" Ann cried out, as she began to slowly shed her clothing. (She wasn't the only one. I stood back, feeling like a deer in caught in headlights, watching her unintentional sexy strip show. She was only the second live naked woman for me. The other one was a drunk 18 year-old girl, who had a sticklike figure, who took my virginity in a darkened room a couple of months prior. But she was no Ann Davis!)
Ann passed her clothing to my father for "inspection" and then to be droppedon the floor, pausing only when it was time to shed her panties. Now totallynaked, she complained of being cold, so my father let her put her heels backon. What a guy!
Ann tried to cover her voluptuous body with her hands. My father washaving none of that and quickly barked. "Hey, put your hands in backof your head, elbows out, and spread your legs, two feet apart."
"Bastard," Ann shot back, but quickly complied when my father took a step in her direction. We took our time soaking in the beautiful specimen on display before us, my father instructing her to turn around several times...slowly.
"Natural blonde," my father whispered to me, breaking me from my "wow, she's so naked" trance.
"Let's have a better look," my father suddenly announced. He ordered Ann to turn around and grab her ankles. Ann slowly, almost teasingly complied. After a visual inspection, my father announced it was time for an even closer look. He stood by her side and reached around and grabbed her ass with both hands. He slowly pulled them apart, which gave us a spectacular view of her anus and pussy lips that were free of pubic hair.
"Ann, reach back and spread your pussy open or I will!"
I knew this only really gave her one option. I focused on her pussy when Isaw her fingers come into my view. They fumbled around before they pulled apart,and I saw her pinkish insides. (Pink instantly became my favorite color. Longbefore that Aerosmith song.) If my father wasn't with me I think this wouldhave been to much for me to handle, but my father was cool and in completecontrol. It struck me that he hadn't even broke a sweat, while I was coveredin it.
My father let go of her ass cheeks, much to my chagrin, and pulled her overto the steel table.
"Up you go, on all fours," he hissed.
I watched in stunned silence, as she complied with not even a word of protest,wondering what was next.
"Chest down...legs spread."
"Man, this was almost too good to be true," I thought, when she wasinto position, which quickly became my favorite. I laughed inside. "This isway better than a playboy subscription."
Watching my father in action, so cool and calm, I had a new respect for him,and for the first time I was proud to be his son.
He announced it was time for a "cavity" search. He said we should start withher perfect pussy. I had to agree. He even let me go first. He started explainingthe make-up of one using medical terms, most of which went over my head atthat moment. I was simply lost in lust, probing my finger around her gloriouspussy.
My father let me take my time, as it was my first time, he announced, whichsilenced Ann's protests. After a minute or two, my father pushed on her backand tucked her knees up, announcing it was time for the "rectal search."
"Please, not that," Ann whined.
He answered by snapping on a rubber glove. He gave me one and I putit on my right hand. He went first this time, showing me how to lube up theglove and proceeded to lube up Ann's asshole. I was in total awe that we(a couple of small town hicks) got to do this. He went slowly and I couldn'treally make out every thing that was being said as he slowly worked his fingerin and out of her asshole. I was just nervously waiting for my turn. My fatherwatched over my shoulder as I went next. Ann squirmed on the table as myfinger entered her asshole. I was definitely enjoying my "power" now. Annlooked back at me several times over her shoulder almost pleading me to stopwith her tear filled green eyes.
"No such luck," I thought. Instead, I inserted two fingers into her hot pussy that was gapping wide open, as if, inviting me in. I started thrusting my hands back and forth as Ann was thrashing around on the table, letting out groans, I figured, of pleasure. After a minute or two, my father patted me on the back, telling me that he thought she had had enough. I disappointingly withdrew my fingers and cleaned up her body juices from my hands with a wet nap. My father cleaned her body cavities. He slapped her ass as a signal that he was finished. Ann rolled over sat up on the edge of the table. She was still whimpering.
"Ann," My father said.
"W-w-what now?" Ann mumbled.
"I need you to take care of one more thing," he said, pointing to the front of my pants.
I quickly covered my crotch, more than a little embarrassed that I had sucha noticeable erection, and that he knew.
"Don't be embarrassed son, it happens. Oh, well, I'd love to stay, but I have Penny waiting for me in the other room," My father said, as he patted me on the back. (Penny is a barmaid, who works for Ann at the Crazy Horse.) He left quickly slamming the door behind him and for the first time I was alone with Ann.
She quickly hopped off the table. "Look, you fucking asshole," Anncursed. "I only fuck my husband so don't get any funny ideas."
"I'm sorry Ann, really, I think I just got a little carried away."
Ann looked at me with her arms on her hips with a "no shit" look on her face.
"It's just...well you are just so beautiful...and your body...it's just so overwhelming," I managed.
"Well, at least you know how to apologize," but I could tell that she was still a little mad. "Like I said, I only fuck my husband, so please."
I thought she was going to brush by and put her clothes on, but instead shecovered her body with her hands and looked to the floor. My mind was spinning.Whatever my father had on her had to be good to get her to go through this.And why was Penny here, too? She hated my father as much as Ann. And why wasshe just cowering as if waiting my instruction?
They say every dog has its day. I figured....
I moved closer to Ann and pressed on her shoulder. She must have knownit was coming because she dropped to her knees and then quickly peeled downmy uniform pants and boxers, freeing my throbbing hardon.
She reached up and wrapped her small fingers around it and started jerking.It felt good, but it suddenly hit me that I could have more.
"Put it in your mouth," I managed. She shook her head and pulled away. Thefact that she didn't, turned me on more.
"I said, suck my dick." This time I said it as forcefully as I could. Shelooked to the floor. I picked her chin up and ran my cock against her peachcolored lips.
"Ok, let's just get this over with," she snarled. "Anddon't think I'm going to swallow, and don't touch my fucking hair."
I would have responded but her lips and tongue started working their magic.I was too stunned to do anything other than grip the edge of the table andenjoy my first blowjob. She was quickly applying increased pressure with herhand, probably trying to get it over with as fast as possible. It all feltso damn good I knew as hard as I tried not to that I was going to erupt soon.I pulled away to catch my breath. I also thought she was using too much hand,but I had a solution to that. I kicked off my uniform pants and grabbed myhandcuffs.
"C'mon," Ann protested, but I slapped them on her. (A first since the academy.)Knelling behind her I reached around caressed her breasts. Now, there was nopretence of any search, I was simply feeling her up.
"Please," Ann whispered after several minutes of my groping.
"Please, what?" I asked, pinching her nipple.
"I only fuck my husband."
"I know, you told me that," I said moving in front of her.
She opened her mouth, but I stepped back. "Ask me."
"What?"
"Ask me."
"Oh god.... Please, can I suck your cock." She said it rather wisely butI still enjoyed it and let her. As she sucked I explained our new relationship,in between my moans of pleasure.
"Now, Ann, you know I could fuck you if I wanted too. But I'll respect yourwhishes, but I want you and your barmaids to be more 'friendlier' to me whenI come in. Is that clear?"
She looked up at me with my cock still in her mouth and whimpered, and thenshe nodded. (I loved my newfound power. Although, I suddenly realized thatI had become everything I hated about cops in such a short time.) "Oh well,like father like son," I thought, as I grabbed Ann's head and started to fuckher face, remembering her earlier orders, when she thought she was in control.
I made sure I messed up her hair pretty good and then it was time to messup that pretty face of hers, too. I pulled out and shot spurts of cum ontoher face, as she tried to pull away, but a handful of hair kept her in place.I smeared my cum around before I pressed my cock back into her mouth. She scrunchedher face but milked me dry. It was heaven.
I finally let her pull away. "Bastard" she snarled.
"Maybe," I said with a laugh and then I took off her cuffs. "But a real bastardwould have fucked your ass." I slapped her ass. "Now go clean up, the bathroomis across the hall."
"Like this?" she said, still naked, and looking up at me with a face smearedwith cum.
"Yeah, I have a feeling you aren't the first woman to leave this room inthis condition. Although, you were my first."
Ann stood up. "Well, at least you will always remember me. Imean, they say you never forget your first blowjob."
I could only nod in agreement. In fact, I knew I would never forget this day,period.
"But, that's the last one you'll get from me," Ann said, as she gathered her clothes and then she quickly headed across the hall.
"We'll see about that," I said with a chuckle.
xxx
Just to tie up some of the questions that still lingered, I did some investigating.It seems my father found Ann and Penny serving drinks after-hours one nightat the Crazy Horse. (Ann's husband had long since passed out drunk.) My fatherrounded up the remaining customers, twelve in all, and collected ID's. He foundtwo girls who were only 19 and 20-years-old, an obvious violation. He threatenedAnn with a trip down to the station, and a call to the department of liquorcontrol, but instead worked out a quick deal with Ann and Penny. He said hewould let them off the hook, but they "owed" him.
I also found out that he let most of the customers go that night,except for the 19 and 20-year-old lawbreakers. He also made a deal with them,but freedom has a price. He had each one strip for him, as he sucked downsome beer, and then they put on a girl-girl show, before they each did theirown sucking.
Funny, that no one likes my father.... But I think I'm going to like workingfor him after all.
The End
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