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Elieen By Dirty Dawg
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STORY:"Eileen" By DD.. mild b/d
"Elieen"
By Dirty Dawg
Semi-Standard Disclaimer : Story's characters are all
of legal and appropriate age. There is some mild,
CONSENSUAL humiliation and light bondage, as well
as some minor role-playing going on here. People
who like their sex EXTREMELY vanilla might want to
skip this story. Those of you that like the occasional
fistfull of sprinkles on their fudge-ripple might want
to continue reading...
She had been one of my brother's best friends for as
long as I could remember, but I hadn't seen her for almost
four years, since she went off to college in California.
Both she and my brother had returned home for Christmas, and
Eileen came over to talk to my mother and brother.
I had just come off duty, being the low man on the
pole at the station. A day spent driving around in a patrol
car in this small town was mind-numbing and ass-crushing,
and all I wanted to do was take a long, hot shower and then
relax in front of the TV and watch some football.
I came in the back door and ran into Eileen. The
girl I remembered from four years ago as being all elbows
and knees had matured into a very attractive female, and I
was caught quite short by the view I was presented with. She
was bent over, looking in the icebox for a beer when I
walked in. I let my briefcase hit the kitchen table, and she
looked over in surprise.
"Oh," she said casually, "hi, pig." I slapped her on
the ass with my gloves as I walked past. "Better watch it,
bitch, or I'll arrest you."
"Yeah?" she sneered. "For what?"
"Mopery in the first degree." She was a math major,
smart as well as pretty, and she looked like she wanted to
ask what mopery was. Thinking better of it, she shrugged and
return to the icebox.
"Bottom shelf, behind the egg salad," I said, going
up the stairs. "And get me one, too."
"Fuck you," she called cheerfully after me. She'd
always been like that, a sixty-pound mouth attached to a
one-ounce brain. A major pain in the ass, but lovable all
the same only because she'd been around the house in one
form or another since she was six. She and my brother had
dated briefly a few years ago, but that was over now, and
they were just good friends.
I thought about Eileen as I soaped myself up in the
shower. She had turned into quite a good-looking woman, a
woman I might be interested in asking out. I was 26, in my
first year as a policeman in my hometown, and was pretty
much just looking for a casual screw. I knew my brother had
copped her cherry, and that he considered her a dead fuck.
He told me once that she just laid there like a fish. I
contributed that more to my brother's apparant lack of skill
as a lover than any frigidity on Eileen's part. Maybe all
she needed, I chuckled to myself, was a <real> man.
The sudden cool blast of air on my ass drove all
thoughts like that from my head, and I turned over my
shoulder to see Eileen standing outside the stall, holding
the door open with one hand a cold, sweating bottle of beer
in the other.
"You want it here, or outside?" she asked, totally
unconcerned. I hooked my chin over my shoulder. "Out there.
And close the damn door! It's cold in here!"
She checked my back and ass out and then shot me one
of her smirks, the same expression that always makes me want
to kick her ass. The door closed, and I finished my shower.
When I came out, Eileen was sitting on the bed, legs
crossed, looking at my gunbelt. I laughingly called it my
'bat utility' belt after the comicstrip Batman. It had my
Ruger P-85 9mm semiauto duty pistol, two extra fifteen-round
magazines, two pairs of handcuffs, a slot for me to stick a
portable radio into, and a collapsable metal baton.
"What's it like," she asked, "carrying a gun all the
time?"
"It's a responsiblity," I said, "like driving a car
or owning a house, that's all. Only a little more so."
"Can I see your badge?" she asked.
I tossed my uniform shirt over to her. "It's called
a shield," I said. "Not a badge. Firemen wear badges; cops
wear shields."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because it's supposed to shield me. From what, I
have no idea!" Eileen didn't laugh at my admitedly feeble
joke, and I didn't push it. She held the shirt close to her
face and lightly traced my silver patrolman's shield with
one delicate finger. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed
that her nostrils were flaring, and I realized she was
sniffing my shirt!
Deciding to ignore her for the moment, I walked to
the bed and retrieved my duty pistol. Clearing it, I put the
magazine and extra round on the dresser, and the now-empty
pistol on the top shelf in my closet.
"Don't you keep it loaded all the time?" she asked.
I nodded and opened my dresser drawer, returning
with another magazine. "The rules say I have to carry
hollowpoints on duty. I like these Devestator rounds better,
so that's what I carry when I'm off-duty." I reloaded the
gun and returned it to the top shelf.
"Can I see your handcuffs?" she asked. I indicated
with a nod that she should take them out if she wanted.
Eileen reached into one of the cases and took out my black
adonized hingecuffs.
"I thought they had little chains."
"That's so I can speedcuff," I explained.
Her expression indicated that she didn't know what I
meant. "Stand up," I said, using my cop-voice. Eileen stood
and looked at me with wide doe eyes.
"Turn around, hands behind your back!" I said. She
slowly turned and presented me with her wrists. Taking the
cuffs from her hand, I speed-cuffed her. (If you don't know
how that works, you hold the middle of the cuffs in your
hand, closed, and then apply them with a little force to
both wrists at the same time. The ratchets release, and the
free ends of the cuffs come out, around and back. In this
way, you can cuff someone with a single motion.) She was now
effectively cuffed. I heard Eileen take a sharp intake of
breath, and I turned her around to face me.
"That's speedcuffing," I said.
"Oh." She was breathing deeply now, and I noticed
how much her breasts had grown since she was younger. The
were round and about the size of a softball. Very pretty
breasts that were now jiggling as she inhaled and exhaled.
"God, this feels weird," she said. "Being handcuffed
and all."
"Just be glad you're not hogtied!" I laughed. She
gave me a confused expression, so I explained how we'd use
legchains and then connect the handcuffs to the legchains,
and make someone 'hogtied.' Eileen's eyes got very, very
wide.
"When would you do that to someone?"
"When they resist arrest, or are violent, or on
drugs or something like that. It's for the protection of the
officers, and mostly, for the protection of the person. It's
not cruel, it's actually a lot safer!"
She nodded. She'd been in the cuffs now for about
five minutes. She started twisting her hands in the cuffs.
"I can't get away, can I?"
"Not unless you're a magician or something!" I
kidded. I went to my gunbelt and got my cuff key. It looked
like a minuature PR-24.
"No, don't!" she said, twisting away from me. She
took a step away and turned to face the wall. "I like the
feeling of being...captive. Of not being in control. If
being in...<your> control." That, to say the least, took me
a little aback. I'd never experienced anything like this.
"You mean you <like> being cuffed?"
"It's...strange. Comforting. Like I'm safe,
protected. Since I'm in your custody, you're responsible for
me. I have to do what you say, whatever you say...right?"
I nodded silently, not sure where this was going,
but damn eager to find out. "That's right, missy. If you
screw with me, you're going to find out <what> trouble
really is!" The effect my cop-talk had on her was electric.
I watched in amazement as her nipples visibly hardened under
her sweatshirt.
"How can you tell if someone is carrying a weapon?"
she asked.
"Usually, I search them."
"Oh." The invitation was unspoken but glaring
nonetheless. I finally understood what was going on here.
Eileen wanted to know what it was like to be arrested; this
had taken on the kinky air of some sex game, and I didn't
know the rules. But, I was willing to find out. My brother
was crashed out in his bedroom, probably sleeping off a long
day of delivering flowers. My mother was probably still at
her law office. We were, in effect, alone in the house for
at least another three hours.
I spun Eileen around and put her head against the
wall. "Feet apart...spread 'em!" I snarled, kicking the
inside of her left ankle to spread her legs. In that
position, all it would take was a light shove to send her
tumbling to the carpet of the bedroom.
"Before I start this, do you have any needles or
anything in your pockets?" I asked.
"No...sir!" Eileen said. "I'm not a junkie."
"Yeah, that's what all you hookers say!" Instantly
understanding where this was going, Eileen fell straight
into character. "Search me, pig!"
"You bet I will. Don't move. I don't want to have to
kill you." Eileen nodded, rubbing her forehead against the
wall. I ran my hands across her shoulders and down her arms,
stopping when I hit the cuffs. Next, I ran my hands along
the inside of her waistband, looking for concealed "razors"
or something. Meeting in front, my hands glanced off her
crotch and started down the front of her legs. Reaching her
ankles, I ran my hands back up the back of her legs,
stopping to check each rear pocket of her jeans.
"Well, you don't have anything <on> you," I said.
"But that doesn't mean anything. I've known hookers that put
heroin or crack inside a condom and then insert it in a body
orifice, like your vagina or anus."
The gasp this time was for real, and I waited for
Eileen to order me to stop. She didn't.
"Well, I guess we'll have to wait for the matron," I
said.
"The what?"
"You've never been arrested before? An obviously
slutty-looking hooker like you? A matron," I explained, "is
a female prison officer that will have to conduct the body
orifice search. I can't, because you might cry sexual
harrasment or something. She puts on this rubber glove and
sticks a finger inside you...both holes."
"Oh God!" Eileen moaned. "What if I agree to let you
do it?"
"Well, if I don't find anything, then I might
consider letting you go. Or...I might not. I might want
something...more for my consideration." When I said that, I
rested the palm of my hand on her taut little ass.
"Do it!" Eileen gasped. "Look inside me! Stick your
fingers...inside me!"
"Not so fast, sister. We've got to make this all
nice and official." I went to my dresser and returned with a
microtape recorder. "Repeat after me. I, " and then I had
her say her full name, the time and date, and the fact that
she'd consented to a body orifice search by a male officer
as a result of an arrest for solicitation of prostitution,
and that the search was <not> being made in return for
prosecutorial consideration.
Eileen said everything as I dictated it. I wasn't
worried...this was just to keep the exitement...the
anticipation. I think that's what aroused Eileen...the not
knowing what was coming next, the fact that I could
basically do <whatever> I wanted with her firmly handcuffed
body.
I got my gun from the closet and carefully, quietly
unloaded it and replaced the magazine I removed with an
empty one. Stepping back over to Eileen, I tucked the gun
into the waistband of my sweatpants. I reached around her
front and undid the snap on her jeans, and slowly slid them
down her legs.
Imagine that! Eileen wasn't wearing any panties! Her
naked ass stared back at me, two incredibly cute dimples
marking each cheek. She had a wonderful ass, and the sight
of her standing there, hands cuffed behind her back, naked
from the waist down with her jeans in a blue denim puddle
around her shoes gave me an instant and powerful hardon.
I had some rubber gloves in my closet from when I'd
been a paramedic, so I retrieved a pair and loudly snapped
them on.
"Sorry, dearie," I said. "Seems we're all out of
lubrication. Hope this doesn't burn <too> much."
"Unngn!" Eileen moaned from between clenched teeth.
Carefully, I spread the cheeks of her ass and ran my rubber-
-coated finger down the cleft, tapping softly on her little
pink asshole. "Hold on, here it comes!" I slowly forced my
finger up her little bung, feeling her sphincter muscle
clamp around my invading digit. Eileen pushed back against
my finger.
God, she was loving this! I wormed my finger around
inside her, searching for a drug-filled condom or some other
'contraband.' Finding none, I removed my finger and switched
hands. (As fun as this was, I didn't need to give her an
infection by sticking a possibly shit-coated finger inside
her tender twat.) My hand reached underneath and lightly
traced her mound. I was less than surprised to find her cunt
lips were slick with arousal.
"Hmmm, seems like our little slut is enjoying this!"
I said softly. Eileen wiggled against my touch. I spread the
lips of her pussy and slowly worked a finger inside,
stroking the incredibly soft, warm walls of her vagina,
again looking for 'contraband.' Of course, there was none.
Pulling my finger out, I noisily snapped the gloves off and
casually tossed them into the garbage can.
"Well, you've got nothing stuck up you, so that's
good. At least you won't get a posession or intent charge
added to your prostitution charge."
"Please officer," Eileen whined. "I'll do ANYTHING
you want... please don't arrest me. Don't take me to jail!"
"Anything?" I asked.
"Anything!" she affirmed. Guiding her by the
shoulders, I made Eileen kneel before me. The tent of my
erection inside my sweatpants was obvious.
"Just pretend I just gave you a $20 bill," I said,
thrusting my crotch at her face. Eileen started to nip at my
cock through the cotton of my sweatpants.
"You can do better than that, slut!" I said. Pulling
my pistol out of my waist, I pointed it at her forehead.
"And you'd better, if you know what's good for you!"
Eileen's eyes opened almost as wide as her mouth did
as she covered the cloth over my dick with her hot,
slavering mouth. I softly thrusted my cock into her mouth
for a few moments before removing my sweatpants and
presenting her with my erect, throbbing cock. Gratefully,
greedily, Eileen lowered her face over my cock and started
to hoover my meat.
Her head worked up and down the length of my massive
cock and I watched in fascination as she gave me the
wettest, hottest, no-hands blowjob I'd ever seen. The
suction of her mouth felt like a thousand wet, velvety
fingers gripping my cock.
I held her head in my hands, guiding her up and down
my meaty stick, getting closer and closer to orgasm. Her
long black curly hair stroked my thighs as she worked me
closer and closer to dumping my load.
"I'm gonna cum!" I said, trying to pull her face off
my cock.
"Mmmph!" she said, forcing her face harder against
me. Oh well! Eileen started sucking me harder and harder,
until her cheeks were hollowed with the effort of taking my
load across her tongue.
With a huge grunt, I blew my load into her face,
thrilling to the feeling of my seed shooting across her
lapping tongue, feeling my cock feed her shot after shot of
my cream as she greedily sucked it down, bobbing her head
and sucking harder for more.
After I emptied myself inside her, I fell back on
the bed with a gasp. My cock popped out of her mouth with a
moist, nasty "slurp!" sound. Eileen looked at me from her
kneeled position, licking the last of my jizz from her lips.
"God, I need to cum!" she said. "Please fuck me!"
"I don't fuck sluts!" I snarled. "Unless they beg
for me!"
"Oh god! Please fuck me! Please, I'll do anything!
I'll be your personal whore, your slut, to do with whatever
you please! God, Dan, please screw my hot cunt!" As if to
show me what I was missing, she pulled legs out from under
her and laid back, her cuffed hands digging painfully into
her back as she wantonly spread her legs, giving me a bird's
eye view of her lewd, spread-open cunt. Eileen was so
aroused that her entire crotch was swampy, the fat, greasy
lips of her cunt were spread open in obscene invitation. I
wanted nothing more than to drop between her spread open,
welcoming legs and slam my cock into her for the rest of the
night.
With a growl, I dropped down twixt her legs and slid
into her with one stroke. The warm elastic walls of her
pussy snapped closed across the surface of my cock and I had
to think about something else so as not to cum right away.
Eileen started bucking her hips up into me, trying to get
some friction, some contact on her clit.
"Oh, god! Fuck me...pound me! Fuck my horny cunt!"
she moaned, levering her hips up against me again and again.
Her legs crossed behind my back, her heels digging into my
own bare ass as she urged me breathlessly to fuck her harder
and harder.
At the end, I was grasping her sweating, heaving
asscheeks as I pounded into her, slamming her pussy again
and again, my pubic bone rubbing against her clit on every
stroke, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.
We came together, our muscles locked. The feeling of
my cum painting her womb sent Eileen over the edge and every
muscled in her body locked as her cunt milked my prick of
every drop. We collapsed against each other, and I gently
unlocked the cuffs. Her arms came around my neck and she
kissed me deeply.
"Thank you!" she said softly. "Thank you so much!"
"Don't mention it."
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