The Strong Arm Of The Law (and more intimate parts)(Current Rating 77/100, based on 45 votes)
Why is that some people seem to have the idea that Policewomen are Lesbians? I have worked for five years as an Officer in London’s Metropolitan Police and have just the same heterosexual feelings I had before I joined.
I still have flutters in my stomach when I see a hunky young man, fantasize about men as I masturbate and on the occasions when I have been on a hot date with a man, I have just the same stains on my panties as do other girls.
I’ve been fully sexually active for eight years but this is where police work does interfere; if the man I meet & like is visiting, or lives outside my area, then the sky’s the limit when it comes to intimacy, but if he’s local, then he has to be given the bum’s rush. After all, it’s commonsense that to be involved with a man whom I might meet again while working, would prejudice any subsequent legal action that might be required.
All that is quite easy to live with, but what about relationships with my colleagues? As a Sergeant, I have two problems. Firstly I am not supposed to consort with Constables or Senior Officers – however sexy they appear – since liaisons between different ranks is severely discouraged, and secondly I find that most of my fellow male sergeants are married or elderly – neither situation being ideal for a red-blooded & fairly attractive 27 year old girl!
I suppose the ‘Lesbian’ tag comes with living in a predominantly male preserve where language is often foul and a female is supposed to laugh at the lewd jokes told in the canteen.
Maintaining one’s female decorum has been easier since we stopped wearing skirts, and being in uniform trousers does at least preserve dignity when involved in any rough stuff, although more than once a violent prisoner has tried to evade arrest by grabbing my boobs or thrusting a hand painfully into my crotch. This can have an adverse effect on the assailant because few men want to be accused of assaulting a Police Officer – even after they have received a strong feminine knee in the balls!!
So you see, life is generally no worse for a Policewoman than it would be if I were working in the commercial world, but temptation is just as hard to resist – and easy to succumb to - as I have found to my cost!
My story really starts with some raunchy women’s underwear – not my own, I hasten to add. Together with a young Constable I had been sent to search a flat belonging to a student whose parents had been unable to locate her for a week. On arrival, I sent the Constable to the bedroom while I cast an eye over the sitting room & kitchen. After about five minutes I heard his explosive “Bloody hell” and joined him. He was standing by an open chest of drawers, holding up a diminutive black thong, and blushing.
“Just take a look at this lot, Skipper”
“So we know she shops at M & S for undies” I said calmly.
“How d’you know?”
Without thinking I made my first mistake and said, “Because I’ve got some like that - & those, and those” I added, my hands rifling quickly through the drawer full of bras, sexy panties and suspender belts. A dildo ( rather like mine) was also prominently on display.
There was silence, and I saw him looking at me with a rather surprised expression.
“Come on, get your mind above your navel” I said, “We’ve got work to do and there doesn’t seem to be anything here – at least, nothing to help us find the girl”
The shift ended and I almost forgot the incident – until I returned to the Station for my next late turn of duty– 2 till 10 in the evening. Pinned on my locker door was a page from one of the softcore porn Magazines. The shapely lady was wearing a black thong & bra but her open-legged pose showed she was one of the “shaven pussy” brigade. Someone had scrawled a large question mark with a black pen pointing to the bald flesh of her pubic mound, and drawn a big dildo alongside.
I tore down the paper, located the 22 year-old Constable who had accompanied me to the flat, and thrust it into his hands, “Presumably you’re responsible for this?”
“No Skip, honestly”
“But you told the rest of the Shift?”
“Well yes, some of them” he said, looking uncomfortable.
“OK, Malcolm, just keep your mouth shut in future. By the way, if I had a body like that, I wouldn’t be a Police Sergeant” and as I walked away I foolishly tossed a casual remark over my shoulder, “The answer’s ‘No’- and ‘Yes’, by the way” I added with a grin – Mistake Number Two!
The shift was quiet and when I let myself out of the Station security door at just after ten, I was surprised to see Malcolm waiting.
“Excuse me, Skipper,” he said hesitantly, “About the other thing … I’m sorry. Could I redeem myself by buying you a drink?”
I accepted his offer. Mistake Number Three!!
We drove in my car to a Pub often frequented by the Police and I had a G&T while Malcolm ordered a pint. During the next half hour & his second pint, I learnt much about this tall handsome Constable.
He hailed from the West Country, only a few miles from my parent’s home. He had played rugby for my hometown and had a rather impressive Degree in maths; there was no mention of a girl friend.
When we’d finished our drink I told him I usually had fish & chips after a late turn and we drove the short distance to my usual shop. Emerging with a large packet each, we sat in my car, consuming them hungrily.
“I think I’d better get back” he said as he finished, “I need to find a Gents – it’s the beer”
“You won’t find one here, the vandals have prompted the Council to lock all the public ones. I live just down the road – use mine, if you can wait a few minutes”
We drove the mile to my Flat and once inside I showed him the bathroom before putting on the kettle for a coffee. I went into my bedroom and gratefully changed out of my uniform, putting on a skirt and sweater; as I changed, I thought of the reasons he was in my flat – that drawer full of sexy undies - and that’s when Mistake Number Four occurred; I felt a pleasurable little flood into my panties.
In a few minutes he emerged, “That’s comfier” he grinned, “My goodness, you do look different
“You mean I look like a woman again” I chuckled, “Coffee?”
“Are you sure? –yes, I’d love one, please”
We went into the sitting and we chatted amiably as he sprawled on the sofa – almost as if he lived here. By the time coffee was finished, he knew more about me than anyone else at the Station, even extracting the fact that I had no man in my life.
I noticed his gaze kept focussing on my bare legs as I sat in my favourite armchair, knees bent under me. Each time I looked at him he averted his eyes, but the knowledge that he had been ogling me caused my panties to get even wetter. I knew I wouldn’t be going straight to sleep that night.
After about an hour he looked at his watch and jumped up, “Goodness, doesn’t time fly when you’re having fun” he chuckled, “I’d better let you get to bed”
In a rather ungainly fashion, I extracted myself from the chair, aware that he probably had more than a brief view of my thighs – and beyond - as I untwined my legs and stood up.
“I enjoyed that,” he said, (meaning the coffee, I think), “Thank you, Skipper”
“I really do think ‘Heather’ would be more appropriate when you’re in my house” I chastised him with a grin.
He turned, not a foot from me, “Um, Heather - that’s a really attractive girl’s name. It suits your very feminine figure,” he said boldly, casting a slightly lecherous glance at my breasts.
That did it. I looked up at this six-foot hunk of manhood and saw a strange look in his eyes.
Hesitantly he put one hand on my waist, and didn’t have to exert any pressure to bring our bodies together. I think I closed my eyes as he kissed me for the first time, and I could feel him touching me from the chest to the hips.
We broke, slightly breathless.
“I can feel your truncheon,” I said, rather unimaginatively.
“No you can’t, it’s in my back pocket” he replied, pressing his hips against me, his face inches from mine.
We kissed again as his arms folded around my vibrant body, and I knew that he wouldn’t be leaving just yet.
I backed to the sofa and sat down, pulling him alongside me, desperately hungry for more.
“I know this is all wrong” he breathed, as he kissed me again & put a hand under my sweater.
“It may be wrong, but it’s extremely pleasant,” I panted, as he reached my left breast and cupped it warmly, “This crime scene definitely needs to be searched for the missing jewels. Can I ask you to deal with it, Constable?”
He chuckled and murmured assent, his fingers prising the breast from my bra and squeezing the hard nipple.
A flood of juice pour from my sex-starved cunt and I grabbed his hand, forcing it down into my lap, “That’s where I’m sure the swag is hidden” I breathed wantonly, totally abandoning myself to whatever pleasures he might offer.
He broke from our embrace and stood up, unbuckling his belt and tearing off his tie and shirt. The torso he revealed was awesome – muscular, bronzed and without any excess fat. His uniform trousers fell to the floor and he slowly drew down his pants.
“My goodness” I gasped, a little spasm rippling through my cunt as I saw the massive erection, “I didn’t know they issued truncheons that big”
“They don’t, I made this one myself – just for occasions like this”
In eager anticipation, I lifted my bum from the cushions and dragged off my wet cotton panties. Malcolm picked them up with a feigned expression of dismay, “They’re not like the ones we found”
“I can’t wear a sexy thong with my uniform, you silly man” adding, “At times like this they’re most impractical anyway – not very absorbent, if you get my meaning”
He held the bundle to his face, wrinkling his nose as he breathed the musky odour of my arousal.
“Put those down and come here,” I croaked, feeling my whole body hovering on the brink of something I didn’t want to happen yet.
Malcolm knelt on the carpet between my parted thighs, pushing my skirt to my waist, “Oh yeeesss” he gasped, admiring my wet hairy mound as his hands stroked my thighs.
“I told you that poster had it all wrong” I said quietly, “And she didn’t look very aroused either”
He inched forward, raising my sweater and expertly undoing my bra from behind so that he could lean down and kiss both rigid nipples. He sucked hard, making me writhe with desire. Then he suddenly raised his head, “Are you on the…?” he started to say.
“Yes, yes – don’t worry. I’m a prudent girl” I assured him, frantically impatient as I creamed onto my thighs “Come closer”
His uncut tip brushed the hairs and found the gaping slippery void between my engorged lips.
My entire body was screaming for release and I arched my hips to take him inside. The sensation when he penetrated me was incredible and I knew I wouldn’t keep him waiting long as he started thrusting firmly into the welcoming depths of my cunt
We kissed wetly and I warned him I was awfully close to my climax, adding “Hey Mister, I ain’t never been fucked by a Copper before,” I panted in a mock Cockney voice.
“And I’ve never screwed a Sergeant” he panted, “But I’m going to”
Our self-control was ebbing fast and I felt his prick swell to even greater girth as he quickened his movements and started moaning.
“I …. think….you…just…HAVE” I shouted as my cunt contracted around him and I shuddered to the long-awaited & convulsive climax, the muscles of my vagina triggering him as well.
He pumped what felt like gallons of his seed into my voracious cunt and before he’d finished I had a second extremely intense & noisy orgasm that probably woke the neighbours.
The silence that flowed was broken only by our breathless panting, and some slightly indecent slurping noises from somewhere between us, as we sprawled across the sofa, locked in a satisfying post-coital embrace.
“Give me my pants and I’ll try to avoid having to get this sofa cleaned,” I said after a few minutes.
I stuffed the damp garment between my thighs as he withdrew carefully. He stayed kneeling in front of me, just gazing at my heaving breasts.
“You’re the sexiest lady I’ve ever been naked with” he said quietly.
Despite the lewd language that had accompanied our coupling, I liked the delicate way he put it.
“And you’ve got something that any woman would be very satisfied to accommodate”
“D’you think it’s time for me to get dressed now?” he asked.
“Well, despite the feeling between my legs, I don’t think either of us is capable of an encore right at this minute” I grinned, standing up carefully, “I must just nip to the bathroom”
When I emerged, slightly comfier but still naked under my skirt, he was fully dressed.
“I’ll ring for a cab, shall I?”
“Please, I don’t feel like walking home tonight”
The cab arrived after ten minutes and I let him out of the front door.
“If you think we might have another drink one evening, I should keep this little episode quiet” I warned, kissing him lightly as he left.
“Yes Skipper” he saluted me, and was gone.
I slept well, without first needing the manual attention I had promised myself earlier, and it was only at breakfast the next morning I discovered to my horror that the small packet of daily pills still had the past two days quota unused, and realised I had forgotten to take them. The next ten days were extremely worrying and the nightmare increased when the anticipated womanly function failed to materialise.
I invited Malcolm round for dinner and after a slightly tense meal when I think he imagined I might be waiting for the right moment to terminate our affair, I took a deep gulp of red wine & broke the distressing news that I might be pregnant.
It was his unexpected reaction that settled the future for me. He was so sympathetic, totally supportive and said he shared the blame equally. He jumped up from his chair and came round to my side of the table, standing behind me and cupping my breasts as he leant down to kiss me.
“I’m actually quite excited at the thought of becoming a Father,” he said, “But only if the Mother will let me move in”
His words nearly made me weep with relief and I pushed back my chair to stand and hug him. He put his arm around me and let it slide gently under my skirt to give a comforting fondle to my bum.
I stood back, remembering I had something to show him, and lifted my skirt above my waist.
“There, that’s just to show you that I do have some sexy undies”
He looked at the miniscule thong that barely covered my lips, let alone my pubis.
“That’s liable to give a man ideas,” he said with a slight croak in his voice.
“Would they be the same ideas that are uppermost in my mind at the moment?” I asked with a grin, wriggling my bum against his hand.
“I think they might be”
“Then let’s adjourn to the bedroom and consider them further”
We made love with an intensity not experienced before. It was partly frustration from our ten days apart and, for my part, from the relief at his reaction to my earth-shattering news.
With the fruits of his extremely virile activity running unchecked through my creases, I cuddled into his warm body, feeling his remarkably large penis still nestling in the lake that flowed from my lips.
“That was absolutely beautiful,” I whispered.
I felt his manhood give a tiny thrust and sensed the show was not over. He looked at me with a questioning gaze.
“D’you fancy kneeling up?”
“Um…I think I do”
I moved and crouched with my head buried in the pillow as he crawled behind me and gently parted the cheeks of my bum with his hands. Wriggling closer, he found the dripping cleft easily and was inside me in seconds.
The second climax was as exciting as the first, not because it was any more powerful, nor his ejaculate so copious, but because he found places inside me he hadn’t touched before and I bucked and cried for more as he hit the sensitive G-spot on the wall of my insatiable vagina. We relaxed and he withdrew before rolling me onto my back and embracing me passionately.
“That seemed to find the right spot” he exclaimed.
“Again & again – but I think that’s enough now, or I shall be sore”
I don’t remember anything else until I awoke to find his arm across me and the light streaming in through the open curtains. It was morning and we had slept like logs all night. I crept out of bed, desperate for the toilet, and as I sat there realised I smelt like a fishwife; before returning to bed I had a discreet wash and rejoined Malcolm as he woke. We embraced and I went to make coffee that we drank while considering the future & deciding who would be the first to be told our great news.
That’s why my career as a Police Sergeant is now terminated, and I’m just a pregnant lady who is to be married in a week’s time, all set to live on a Constable’s salary. |
