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Another story from a retired cop…
Here goes another story. The names have been changed to protect the innocent…
Her name was Myra Sanchez. She had been off of Field Training about 6 months when we met. I had just newly promoted out of the Anti-Crime Unit that I had been in and was assigned to Night Shift Patrol. I had never met her until she was called into the Sergeants Office to deal with some paperwork. When she walked in, I instantly wanted to get into her pants. She was Hispanic, dark brown hair, and beautiful deep, dark brown eyes. Even in uniform, she was a beauty to behold and had curves in all the right spots that even the uniform couldn’t disguise. The way her ponytail bobbed when she walked made me think of other ways I’d like to see it bob. I later found out she was just 27 and loved to flirt. Since I was newly promoted, I didn’t want to have anything to do with that flirting shit. I didn’t want a lawsuit on my hands. But damn, she was just too beautiful to ignore.
Every once in awhile we’d go and “door up” in her district and chat. “Door up” is where you park where both driver’s side doors are next to each other and you can talk, but still watch each other’s back. We’d talk about the job, life at home, stuff like that. I found she was single and was having a hard time dating because she “doesn’t date cops” and who else could be secure enough to date a female cop. At one point in one of our conversations, she told me she hadn’t had sex in about 6 months and she was tired of playing with her toy.
On this particular night it was pretty cold with a light rain falling. We were “doored up” in a small parking garage in her district. We were talking and I asked if she had broken her dry spell with men. She just smiled and said, “Nope Sarge, it’s been 7 months now, but I think my luck is about to change” and gave me a wink. I just laughed it off and didn’t think anything about it. We talked a little more and then she tells me, “Sarge, I’ve really got to go pee. Follow me over to the neighborhood pool. I’ve got a key to the building.” Ok, what the hell, let’s roll over there.
We get to the building and she opens it up. It’s a little rec center with a full kitchen, casino siteleri foosball table, and an air hockey table. I notice the heat is on in the building and ask her about it since it’s the middle of winter. “Oh Sarge, they have meetings in here and stuff, so they leave the heat on. There’s some cokes in the ‘fridge, help yourself!” So I grabbed a coke and took a look around. After a few minutes, she comes back out without her gun belt on. “Hey Sarge, I got this new belt and can’t get it buckled up, can you give me a hand.” She puts the belt around her waist and I get in front of her and try to get it buckled. It’s close, but it just ain’t going. I try again and my face is just inches from hers. As I try to get it buckled, she just looking and smiling at me. “Here, let me try to get behind you and see if that’ll work” I tell her. I get behind her and try to buckle the belt. God, her hair smells amazing, she smells amazing. Trying to concentrate, I attempt to buckle the belt. Next thing I know she grinds her ass into my crotch. Uh oh! I feel myself start to stiffen. I have my hands around her and I’m trying to buckle the belt again. She starts to really grind her ass into my crotch now and lets out a soft moan. “Mmmmm you like it back there? I like it. I like the way you feel back there.” She turns her head a bit and gives me a little wink. “Why don’t you just drop the belt and fuck me Sarge, I know you want to.” And then she begins to grind her ass into my crotch even more but this time, I’m pretty much at full attention. I drop the belt and begin to kiss her neck. I nibble her ear. “Oh God, that feels so good!” she purrs. She turns to face me and kisses me deeply and with reckless passion. She starts grabbing my dick and massaging it through my pants. The more we kiss, the hotter she gets. I get her pants undone and put a hand in her underwear. I find her slit and she’s soaking wet. As I stroke it, she starts to hump my hand. I’m stroking and she’s humping. All of a sudden she looks at me, and her eyes roll back and she purrs, “Oh fuck! I’m cumming! Now!” and just lets go. I can feel her pussy throbbing on my finger. As soon as she recovers, she says, “You’ve canlı casino got to fuck me, and you’ve got to fuck me now.” She slides my zipper down and fishes out my cock. She rubs it and then starts to jack me. She stops for a moment, pulls down her uniform pants and panties and leans over the kitchen counter. “Fuck me Sarge, fuck me right now! Don’t think about it, just do it!” Who am I to tell a girl no?? I go to take off my belt and she shakes her head no. “Just fuck me, with everything on! Just do it, now!” I get behind her and go to enter her. She is so hot and wet. As soon as I enter her, I go balls deep and then slowly come all the way out. I do this a couple of times. The next time I go all the way in, I stay there and she starts to shudder and I can hear her whispering, “cumming, cumming, cumming so hard!” I pull out a little and can see her juices running down her legs. She looks back at me and says “Pound me! Just pound me sarge! Pound me with all you got!” I start pounding away! I’ve got her by the hips and am pounding her. I can hear my keys jangling, my cuffs hitting my ass, and her saying over and over “Yes, yes, yes! Pound me! Pound me! Pound me! I love it!” I so want to see and feel more of her body, but she’s got her uniform shirt and vest on, so I settle for feeling this girl’s fantastic pussy. I’ve been pounding her for a good couple of minutes and she starts cumming again. This time she’s yelling, “Oh my fucking God! Pound that shit! I’m cumming so fucking hard!” I’m feeling myself getting close. I’m usually able to last much longer, but this girl has got me close to the point of no return quick!! I’m trying everything I can to not think about this awesome young thing I’m pounding the hell out of on duty. I’m thinking baseball, dirty socks, anything I can do to keep from cumming, but it just ain’t working. Finally I tell her, “Girl, I’m getting close! Where are you going to want it?” She looks back, winks, and says, “I’m on the pill sarge, fill me up! Put that load of your hot fucking cum deep in me! Put it deep!” I pump a couple of more times and that was it. I grabbed her hips, pushed as deep as I could into her, and let loose. She groaned kaçak casino as I let loose and ground her ass and pussy back into me. I pumped for what seemed like an eternity into her hot hole. I felt like I hadn’t cum in ages. I just kept going. I finally finished and sat there a few moments catching my breath. She was breathing hard and still grinding her ass back into me. I slowly pulled out with a soft plop. She let out a soft moan. I could see my cum dripping out of her pussy. I must have put a gallon of that stuff deep in her. She turned around and faced me, reached down and pulled some out onto her fingers and licked them clean with a wink. She pulled her panties up and her pants up and excused herself to go get cleaned up. I looked at the front of my uniform pants and they were stained with both of our juices mixed together. I always carried a spare uniform in the car anyway, so I wasn’t worried. I’d just change pants in a little bit. She came out of the restroom and damn it if she didn’t have her gunbelt buckled. I asked her how she got it buckled without my help. She looked and winked and said, “I just moved the buckle back to where it was supposed to be. I moved it to be tighter so you’d have to help me. I’ve been so fucking horny I had to fuck someone, you were my choice. I knew you wouldn’t say shit to anyone and we’re cool, so I figured why not. Thanks for ending my drought sarge!” Well, what could I say? I was just happy to be able to help a young, single girl out. I walked over to her, gave her a slow, deep, passionate kiss, and started to say how much I enjoyed it. Before I could get a word out, our radios gave the loud tone they use for emergency calls and the dispatcher crackled over the air, “21P15, 21S02, and any other unit in the area! Burglary in progress at Jake’s Liquor store, 18205 Smith street. Units respond code 1!” Well damn, we got dispatched out before I could say a word. We ran to our cars and went to the call. Sadly, we never got to repeat our performance. We talked about it and decided it would probably not be a good thing for either of our careers if we got involved with one another. We still remained friends. A few years later she transferred to a different shift and different division, and then finally left for a bigger department. Every time I drive past that parking garage, I smile. I’ll never forget that one night we had, and hopefully she won’t either.
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