Previous published in Bare Back magazine

Story Codes:
MF oral coer

This story is a work of fiction, and friction, any resemblance to
living, dead, or undead people is merely a coincidence.  This
story may not be used for wrapping fish or any other commercial
endeavor without the author’s expressed permission.

Edited by Pairadice

Angie goes to C.A.M.P.

“Oh no, not another one.” Angie moaned.  Her boss, Captain
Durocher had just stuck his head into her office.  Ever since she
had expressed an interest in getting more involved in her work at
the police department, Deputy Angie Applegate had regretted it. 
True, she did more than just office work, but it’s not something
to brag about or even talk about.  It’s not like I can say, “I
know what you mean, I find the ability to determine a guys Blood
Alcohol Level by giving him a blow job, very satisfying.


It was not an empty boast either.  Angie had spent many weeks
tasting cum in order to become almost better than the
breathalyzer.  True, they still had to verify the results with
the approved laboratory tests, but she was very skilled at her
job.  No wonder they call me the blow-job queen of the academy. 
I have sucked so many dicks that it can be very boring.


It was Captain Durocher that had come up with the plan that kept
Angie busy at work.  Men would be ‘suspected’ of D.U.I. and would
be tested by Angie.  Actually they were johns who paid Captain
Durocher or city officials that he owed a favor to.  He made sure
that Angie only had to do a few each day and had the men act the
proper role.  Above all, she had to be always shown respect and
never treated like a slut or a whore.  Captain Durocher did not
want any of the men ruining his set-up.


He motioned Angie to follow him to the DUI testing room.  A man
was already sitting in the Formica desk/chair used normally for
drawing blood.  Annie knelt in front of the man and unzipped his
pants, then pulled his cock out.  It was already semi-erect,
twitching as Angie held it.  She could already tell that he had
been drinking; she smelled it on his breath.  Angie resigned
herself to the task, not always disagreeable, and took his cock
in her mouth.  To her surprise, his cock was reasonably clean,
and she undertook her assigned task with relish.  Angie’s tongue
massaged the underside of the fat dick in her mouth.  The man
moaned as her experienced mouth worked its magic on his throbbing
organ.


The man’s dick finally spat its tasty spooge into Angie’s mouth.
She swished the cum in her mouth. Angie swallowed and pronounced
one point eight.  “You can verify that with a blood test, but I’m
sure that I’m right.”  Angie left the lab stopping by the
bathroom to flush her mouth with mouth wash.  Captain Durocher
took the folded bills from the man and ushered him out, another
satisfied customer.


The captain sat at his desk pondering the problems that Angie had
with her ‘police career’.  She becoming disillusioned with the
impact she thought she was making on the ‘criminal stain’ that
blemished her beloved California.  He shuffled through some
papers on his desk.  One of the papers caught his attention,
“C.A.M.P. – Come North to fight the scourge of drugs.”  What
followed was a detailed description of the Campaign Against
Marijuana Program.  That might do it.  It’ll get us out of the
heat and provide Angie with a different experience.


Captain Durocher called Angie into his office.  “I’ve just made
arrangements for us to go up to C.A.M.P. in a month’s time for a
week.  You should enjoy doing something different as a police
officer.  Get you out in the field, so to speak.  So, what do you
think? It’s not active patrol work, but it’s the next best
thing.”

Angie thought for a moment and then clicked her tongue.  “I’m
afraid I’m going to have to decline sir.  As important as it is
providing security and guidance to children away from home,
that’s not what I joined the Sheriff’s Department for.

The captain looked puzzled for a moment.  No, not camp, C.A.M.P.
the Campaign Against Marijuana Program.  Raiding fields and
processing plants of marijuana.  You know recreational, but
illegal, drugs.  We help the C.A.M.P. officers make sure that
people only get their escapes from reality from approved legal
means.  We will be going up to Humboldt County in Northern
California, the marijuana growing capital of the United States. 
We will get to help confiscate the prepared product, arrest
people and even set some fields on fire.
Before you ask, yes, you’ll get a gun.

Angie yelled and hugged her captain.  “Thank you, thank you so
much Captain, I won’t let you down!”  Angie was bouncing up and
down while she hugged Captain Durocher.  He tried to untangle
himself from her ‘Happy Dance’.  He was afraid she would give him
a black eye or worse with her ponderous, bouncing melons.


Three weeks passed, Angie didn’t complain even when her duties
increased two-fold.  Captain Durocher approached, his face
looking strange, disappointed, yet some how elated.  “I’ve got
some bad news.”  Angie’s face fell; she knew that this was too
good to be true.  “Don’t worry, we’re still going.  But the
budget is over stretched; we’ll have to share a motel room.  And,
by the way, I sleep naked.”


Angie thought about it, well, there’s nothing I can do about that
and I do so want to go.  Looks like I won’t be able to sleep the
way I usually do hehehe.  At least we’ll have separate beds and I
know the captain wouldn’t take advantage of a situation he had no
control over.  Angie’s face brightened up.  “I’m sure that we can
be professional about this sir.”

- - - - -

The day of their departure arrived.  Unfortunately the department
could only afford to rent an economy size car and a standard at
that.  Since Angie couldn’t drive a stick, the captain was at the
wheel.  That wouldn’t have been bad except he kept missing the
stick and grabbing Angie’s thigh instead.  Needless to say she
was hot and bothered by the time they reached the motel in
Eureka.


Captain Durocher went to get the room key while Angie waited in
the car.  The captain seemed to be in an upbeat mood, despite the
long drive they had undergone.  He opened the door while she
unpacked the car.  Angie was carrying both suitcases into the
rather small room when she saw the single bed.  It can’t be!  He
sleeps naked!  Angie was so stricken at the sight that she
dropped the cases and they both popped open, spreading and mixing
the contents on the floor.


It was a major screw-up, at least to Angie.  Her thongs were
mixed with his boxers, her stockings with his socks.  She was
blushing bright red as she struggled to sort it out.  Worst of
all, she came across an anal vibrator and a vibrating egg!  Angie
was sure that she had left them at home, but stashed them in her
suitcase before she had to make an explanation to her boss. 
Captain Durocher look on very amused as Angie sorted out the
spillage.  He noticed that she had put the egg in her bag, but he
still had the control in his suit pocket.  More fun possibilities
for later.


They went to a local seafood restaurant for dinner.  The captain
ordered a lot of oysters for them both, explaining to Angie that
they would need the energy for the time ahead.  The sun was just
going down as they pulled back into the motel parking lot. 
Captain Durocher just sat there looking at the setting sun, a
tear trickling down his face.  Angie noticed he wasn’t getting
out of the car and asked him what was wrong.  “Sorry Angie, that
sunset reminded me of my dear departed wife and the joy we had
together.  I’ll try not to go to pieces on you.”  Angie told him
that it was alright and helped him make his way into the room,
his sobbing face pressed firmly into her comforting chest.  For
her part, Angie was aghast.  She hadn’t even known that her boss
was married, never mind widowed!


Angie helped her captain to lie on the bed then went into the
small bathroom to freshen up.  When she came out of the bathroom,
Angie found the lights off and Captain Durocher already under the
covers.  “I’m all broken up thinking of Dorine, my dearly
departed wife *sob*, so I think that I’ll just try to get to
sleep.  Angie shrugged her shoulders and got her baby doll
nightie from her suitcase.  She went into the bathroom to change,
being ever respectable.  When Angie emerged from the bathroom,
she left the light on and the door open a crack.  Captain
Durocher’s eyes popped out when he saw her sultry form.


As Angie slid under the covers, it was obvious that her boss was
naked.  She tried not to touch him, lying on her back almost off
her side of the single bed.  Captain Durocher, who apparently
didn’t realize he was lying in the center of the bed, tossed and
turned, apparently unable to get to sleep.  “Angie, I have a
favor to ask.  You have awakened memories of my Dorine in my
soul.  We always slept together naked and I fear I will be unable
to sleep, and thus make a poor addition to the C.A.M.P. team,
unless you also sleep in the nude.”


Well, seeing it’s for our honor and I usually sleep in the nude
anyway, why not?  “OK captain, I’ll do it.  Don’t peek now.” 
Angie slid out of bed and removed her nightie and thong with her
back to the bed.  Of course, Captain Durocher, being the
red-blooded American male, watched her every movement.  Angie
slid under the covers trying to maintain her precarious position
on the edge of the bed.  Her boss gave a contented sigh and
started breathing like he was going to sleep.

Angie was almost asleep when her boss mumbled in his sleep and
rolled over, his left arm draping over her voluptuous naked body.
 Angie froze caught between disbelief and terror.  Captain
Durocher just lay there with his arm wrapped around her.  He must
be dreaming of his dead wife.


After a few minutes, Angie once again became relaxed and was
about to drop off to sleep when her naked boss mumbled and
shifted again.  This time he rolled onto his side and Angie was
pulled onto her side and tight against his crotch.  His dick was
hard and thrust between her legs and under her shaved pussy.  My,
the captain is certainly well endowed.  I hope his subconscious
mind doesn’t get any ideas.  If he does have sex with me while
thinking about his dead wife is that necrophilia?  I hope not,
I’m a good girl.


The captain’s hand wandered up to her chest and started fondling
her impressive boobs.  Angie could not resist, she was beginning
to get wet.  Her last thought before Captain Durocher plunged his
hard cock into her lubricated pussy was, Oh god, the things I do
for the Force.  Angie’s captain rode her sexy ass into the wee
hours of the morning until they passed out, sexually sated.


Angie woke up early.  Ewwww, a wet spot. I hate sleeping in the
wet spot.  Then Angie realized why there was a wet spot.  Will
the captain remember what happened last night?  I’d better assume
that he won’t remember, unless he says something.  I better get
cleaned up before he wakes up.  Angie took a quick shower and got
dressed.  She was sitting at the small table when Captain
Durocher yawned and sat up with a smile on his face.  “Wow I had
the strangest dreams.”  He swung his feet to the floor. Angie
knew what was next and muttered something about going to get
coffee.  She got up and made for the door, but she was too late.
She’d already been flashed.  Captain Durocher was in fine form,
sporting a piss hard-on.


When Angie returned with coffee and donuts her boss already had
his pants on.  Angie breathed a sigh of relief.  He obviously
doesn’t remember last night.  He does have a buff chest though;
it’s nice to see it in daylight.  Captain Durocher put on his
uniform shirt and smiled.  He had seen Angie admiring his
physique.  He smiled and grabbed a cup of coffee and a doughnut.



They waited outside the hotel room for their ride.  This trip is
going nicely. I should be able to have sex all week.  They were
picked by the C.A.M.P. team and Angie did get her weapon, a 12
gauge shot gun.  They drove to the first search area and Angie
managed to keep the shot gun for about five minutes, it was taken
away without prejudice after she almost blew the team leaders
head off.


The rest of the week passed without incident, if you don’t count
all the sex that the pair had.  Angie was going to bed naked and
even starting the intimacy and by the end of the week she was
calling him Larry.  The entire trip back he kept his hand on her
thigh, and he didn’t even have to fake missing the gear shift.


Everything would have been great, including a record haul on pot,
except for the fact that while they were gone a drunken mayoral
aide caused a ruckus in the police station by demanding a
breathalyzer test.  A test conducted by Deputy Angie, as a matter
of fact.  Further investigation revealed the scam by Captain
Durocher, who was quietly retired.  Hearing that Mrs. Durocher
was going to be there, Angie wisely decided not to attend.  She
did; however, send a get well card to Captain Durocher wishing
him good luck with his delusional problem.

© 2006 msboy8 (email-msboy8@yahoo.com)