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Arresting Officer 3/4 (ff)
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-Arresting Officer-
Part Three
by Ann Douglas
(AnnD@NYCPipeline.Com)
Cynthia turned away from Jody for a
moment then once more ran her hand across the backside of the
tight red shorts. She stopped at the solitary pocket and
slipped her fingers inside.
"What's this?" She asked.
Jody looked over her shoulders to see what Cynthia was
talking about. She was shocked when the tall redhead pulled a
knife from out of the hooker's shorts.
"What have we got here?" Cynthia asked as she held up a six
inch switchblade. "A concealed weapon, and an illegal one at
that."
"You planted that!" Jody said.
"Did I?" Cynthia asked in mock innocence. "Who's going to
believe something like that? I mean take the word of some
street whore against that of a decorated member of the
Metropolitan Police."
"I was searched before, when they rounded us all up." Jody
countered. "I remember the cop's name, Santiago. He searched
me head to toe. He can tell them I didn't have a knife."
"And I'll bet he enjoyed searching you too." Cynthia said as
she played with the closed knife. "But the fact remains that
Officer Santiago is still a rookie. That combined with the
fact that there are limitations on how thoroughly a male
officer may search a female subject, as well as his possible
distraction by your obvious charms, could have caused him to
miss this weapon."
The change in Jody's expression showed that she knew she
wouldn't be believed.
"And who's to say that once they run this weapon though the
lab, what else they might find." Cynthia went on. "It wouldn't
surprise me the least to find that it was used in an assault
case, or perhaps even a homicide. Something a lot more
serious than turning tricks."
"I've met some really scuzzy cops before." Jody snapped back.
"But you are one sick crazy fucking bitch!"
The black haired girl felt the sting of the sudden blow
against the side of her face before her eyes even registered
the movement of her captor's free hand. There had been a lot
of force in the swing, and she didn't need a mirror to know
her cheek was now a bright crimson.
"Wrong answer, whore!" Cynthia yelled, raising her voice for
the first time.
An expression of fear replaced the bravado In Jody's blue
eyes. Had she pushed too far?
Cynthia's burst of anger seemed to pass as quickly as it
erupted. Her attention was now back on the knife. With a loud
snap, she popped the blade open.
Jody's eyes opened wide as she watched the rays of the
overhead work lights sparkle across the length of the blade.
Cynthia seemed fascinated by the miniature light show.
"I was just thinking," Cynthia said as she stepped up to
Jody and grabbed the bottom of her tank top an stretched it
outward. "If you were able to hide this knife, who knows what
else you were able to hide?"
With that she brought up the cutting edge and sliced through
the thin material of the blouse.
Jody took a deep breath as the razor sharp knife passed up
between her huge mounds and then arched up toward her neck. To
be pulled aside at seemingly the last moment. The now severed
sections of her blouse fell to her sides and her previously
restrained breasts burst free.
Cynthia whistled in appreciation as the twin globes bounced
in the open air. A full 38D, they had the largest aureoles
the Police Officer had ever seen, nearly two inches across.
Capped by wide nipples that rose nearly an eight of an inch.
Unable to resist, she dropped the knife and brought a hand to
each globe. Cynthia sighed with delight as she closed on the
soft flesh, pressing her thumbs across the erect nipples.
"Mmmm, the firmness of youth." She
purred.
Jody couldn't help but respond to the touch. Her nipples had
always been incredibly sensitive, even this simple caress was
enough to send a pleasing ripple across her chest. She bit
down on her lip to hide her facial reaction but knew she
wasn't doing a very good job of it.
What self control Jody had, faded completely when Cynthia
replaced her grazing touch with the wet and warm sensation of
her tongue. Cynthia had first sucked another woman's breast
when she was 16, and the years of experience showed. If
anything, Jody's nipples grew harder as Cynthia stroked them
again and again, sending shivers of bliss now throughout her
captive body.
Moving her attentions upward, Cynthia's tongue marked a path
across Jody's inviting neck until it once more reached her
mouth. Pulling the girl's naked breasts tight against her,
Cynthia kissed her a second time. Moist and warm, this time
there was little resistance to her effort as Jody even opened
her mouth to admit her.
As they played a game of dueling tongues, Cynthia slid her
free hand down beneath the waistband of Jody's shorts. There
she was greeting by three exciting surprises. First, the fact
that she wore no panties - although not surprising
considering her occupation. Secondly, running her fingers
across her pubic mound she discovered that it was totally
bare. And finally, the most exciting discovery - Jody was
already dripping wet. Despite her protests, she was really
being turned on.
Dropping to her knees, Cynthia grabbed both sides of the blue
shorts and pulled them down with a powerful thrust. Jody
signaled her consent by stepping out of them as they settled
on the floor.
"She looks like a teenager." Cynthia thought as she got her
first took at Jody's shaved pussy. It brought to mind the
image of Carol Davis, her first lover when they were both
teens.
Parting the smooth olive brown legs, Cynthia pushed her head
forward and ran her probing tongue up and down the length of
Jody's slit. Quickly covered by a thick coating of
lubricating juices, her tongue effortlessly slid inside.
"Oh God yes!" Jody exclaimed, no longer caring about
anything except the electric touch of this woman's mouth.
She thrusted her pelvis forward, trying to drive Cynthia
deeper within her. More than happy to accommodate her desire,
the older woman began a series of furious motions with her
darting tongue. The dark haired woman moaned loudly as Cynthia
gripped her ass cheeks and pressed her face hard against her
wetness, sucking hungrily.
It wasn't long before Jody was on the verge of orgasm. Her
body quaked and sweat ran down her breasts as her vaginal
muscles contracted around the instrument of her pleasure.
Then like a wave breaking against the shoals, she orgasmed
with an intensity she had never before known.
Her pelvis pushed forward, her shoulders arched backward and
she slammed against the hard bars behind her. Cynthia's
fingers pressed hard into the soft flesh of her buttocks as
the red haired fury lapped up her juices like a kitten does
milk.
Drained, Jody slumped back against the bars. Cynthia rose and
stepped back, enjoying the view of her prize. Smiling, she
ran her tongue across her lips, relishing the sweet souvenir
of their encounter.
After a few moments, the Lieutenant noticed that the hooker
had opened her eyes and was again staring at her. Neither
fear or hostility showed in her eyes, just an increasing
hunger.
Satisfied that she now had her complete attention, Cynthia
walked over to her and unclipped her belt. As it fell to the
floor, the tall woman began to slowly undo the buttons of her
blouse. That too soon fell to the floor, exposing a dark blue
bra that because of its matching color had been invisible
beneath her tunic. A minute later, her slacks were piled atop
it, exposing matching blue panties.
Soon they too joined the growing pile. Cynthia's breasts were
much smaller than Jody's, her skin a pale white. Many times
she had tried to get a tan, but she had a tendency to freckle
- a condition that she truly hated. Between her legs sat a
wild bush of bright red hair, stretching over her entire
bikini area.
Wordlessly, she stepped over to Jody and straddled the
sitting girl. Jody immediately took the hint and pressed her
face between her legs. Cynthia let her take a few minutes to
get comfortable to the idea and then began to do a bump and
grind.
It wasn't long before the red hair was sticky with juices as
Jody practiced what Cynthia had taught her. She couldn't
match the experience twenty years of lovers had given her
partner, but she was willing to give it all the delight her
youthful zeal could bring.
Running her fingers through Jody's dark hair, Cynthia soon
lost herself in the rising crest of her own passion. The girl
had learned well, she had to admit. Not many lovers were a
natural at this, but Jody had definite potential.
"Oh baby, do it to me!" She yelled as she grabbed a handful
of hair and mashed her moist pussy into Jody's mouth.
The excitement of the last hour erupted like a bursting dam.
Cynthia felt every muscle in her body tense up and then turn
to jello. As her legs gave way beneath her, she reached out
for the cell bars for support.
Finally even that wasn't enough as Cynthia slid to the floor
next to Jody. Long minutes passed as the two sweaty women sat
up against each other, catching their breath. Finally, Jody
broke the stillness.
Ann Douglas
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