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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Mike19 Police Woman mF
From: fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Max S. Wojtylak)
Date: 30 Jun 1996 18:06:39 GMT



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POLICE WOMAN: Salty Pepper

By Uncle Mike


     I know it doesn't show up on the official report this way, 
but I swear this is how it really happened.

     By the time our guys got involved, there had been at least 
three hookers killed. The killer was a real sicko, we figured -
- the bodies were all found with their tits sliced off and the 
word "Mommy" sliced into their stomachs. 

     You'd figure a guy -- had to be a guy, right? -- anyway, a 
guy with an M.O. like that, somebody'd put it all together when 
the second body showed up. But these were hookers, so the 
cops who handled the stiffs didn't give a shit. Hell, it took us 
a whole day just to get all the paperwork in order once we 
took over, and we never did find half the photos from the 
first crime scene. We figure some bozo used 'em for coasters.

     Anyway, once we got all that shit together, a lot of stuff 
pointed to one guy, this 40-year-old teacher who lived by 
himself a couple of miles from where the bodies were found. 
Problem was, we couldn't pin it on him good enough to make it 
stick in court.

     So that's when Lt. Crowley gets the idea to send Pepper 
out as a decoy.

     Pepper? She's one foxy lady. She's no kid, I grant you, but 
she's got the body of one. Smooth skin, nice and tan. Good, 
firm tits -- and she's not afraid to let anyone know it, not 
with the stuff she wears. Super blond hair, a real beach-
goddess face, all angles and cheekbones. And those legs -- 
Christ, her legs go all the way up to her tits.

     So picture this broad in her hooker outfit: pink crop top, 
short red leather miniskirt, fishnet hose, five-inch heels, and 
everything tight enough to show every ripple of her muscles. 
Man, I'm getting a hard-on just remembering.

     So the idea is, we got one team set up at the teacher's 
house, ready to follow him. Number Two's parked near Pepper, 
who's strutting her stuff on the strip where the guy picked up 
his other victims. Me, I'm the surveillance, set up in an empty 
storefront halfway between the strip and the motel where 
she's supposed to take him. We got a bug in her purse -- with 
those clothes, where could we hide one on her? -- and three 
cameras plus bugs in the motel room.

     Perfect set-up, right? So why did it go wrong? Hey, it 
wasn't my idea to send Pepper out without an earpiece, so we 
couldn't talk to her. Crowley nixed that when he deep-sixed 
wiring her up. I figure that's where it all started, right there 
with that decision.

     So what happened was, the guys following the teacher 
rolled with him like they were supposed to, and they called it 
in to Number Two, and those guys rolled past Pepper and gave 
her the high sign before they moved back to their regular 
spot.

     But Mr. Killer, he don't go all the way to the strip like we 
thought he would, and see our Miss Perfect waiting for him. 
No, he catches one of the blondies we chased away, walking 
home four blocks away. He hits on her, and she takes him up 
on it right away, and next thing you know our guys are on his 
tail and God knows where he's going. Sure, they call it in, and 
the guys in Number Two go to tell Pepper all bets are off -- 
but just before they get to her, she jumps into a car just like 
the teacher's and starts to take off. So the guys on her run 
back to their car to follow, but then there's an emergency call 
from the first car, because the teacher's grabbed the hooker 
and is dragging her into an alley. So Number Two car peels off 
to help, and they try to get someone else to check on Pepper 
but in all the confusion nobody picks her up.

     Of course, I'm still stuck in surveillance, and I'm trying to 
break in and get somebody to figure out where she is, but by 
now all hell's breaking loose with the teacher.

     Meanwhile I'm listening in on the bug in her purse, right?

     Well, to make a long story not so long, once they're driving 
away she gets a good look at the guy and it turns out that it's 
just some 18-year-old hiding behind an old trench coat and a 
hat -- and, from the sound of his voice, a real scared kid at 
that.

     How I know how young the kid is, is Pepper blurts out 
something about it. Before she can say any more, the kid's 
spilling his life story. Seems he's never been laid, and all the 
guys in school are on him about it, and he tried to fake it but 
they found out and now the whole school's laughing at him. I 
mean, the kid is a mess.

     So Pepper says to him -- trying to break it to him gentle, I 
figure -- "You shouldn't ruin your life to please other people, 
Bob (that was his name, Bob). You're running a big risk picking 
up a hooker, don't you know that?"

     So he goes, "Y-you mean diseases?"

     And she goes, "Yes, but that's not all. Half the girls on the 
street are just jack-rollers. They'll get you in a room and 
then some bruiser will come in and rob you. ... And -- well, 
what would you do if I was a cop?"

     Now I can hear the kid pounding on the steering wheel. 
"Shit! I'm screwed, right? I knew it. Are you gonna bust me?"

     "No," she says, and I figure, right, she's just gonna get out 
and let him chase on home. Instead, she says, "Calm down, 
sweetie. It was just a for-instance. Do I look like a cop? Do 
you know any cops with legs like these? You do like my legs, 
don't you?"

     "Yeah," the kid says, real fast. "Yeah, sure. That's what 
made me pick you up. You were the best-looking one one the 
street. Uh -- you mean you're not a cop, right?"

     "Right," she says, and she's kinda laughing, but not really, 
if you know what I mean. And then she goes, "Would a cop do 
this?"

     OK, so we've only got a bug in the purse, so I can't see 
what's going on, but I hear something like a zipper and a gasp 
from the kid. I'm freaking out -- like, what is this broad 
doing?

     Well, right then Crowley calls in and wants to know how 
Pepper's doing. What am I gonna tell him, right now I think 
she's giving some teenager a blow-job? So I tell him she's OK 
-- I mean, she didn't sound like she was in any trouble. Well, 
Crowley says fine, 'cause he's got to roll on the teacher, who 
by now has the hooker as a hostage and got himself 
barricaded in somebody's garage. So he tells me I can pack it 
in for the night.

     But when I look up, I see some action on the TV monitors. 
Pepper's got the kid in the motel room, I guess she just 
wiggled his dick or something instead of sucking him off. I 
get a good look at the kid then as he takes off his coat and 
sits down on this ratty-looking lounge chair. He's a real geek. 
Maybe 5-7, a little overweight, brown hair cut short, a T-
shirt with some rock group's name on it and a pair of beat-up 
jeans.

     Meanwhile Pepper's going around locking all the doors -- 
which I know means she's got something planned, because she 
was supposed to leave them open for us to bust in.

     Then she goes over to where the kid's sitting and stands 
right in front of him, her legs spread so she's almost 
straddling him.

     "So I don't look like a cop, do I?" She takes one of his 
hands and puts in on her thigh, rolling it up and down. I don't 
have to tell you that my own cock is stiff as a baseball bat by 
now, so I figure the kid's must be, too.

     Well, Pepper's still got a hold of the kid's hand, and now 
she puts it on her stomach, on the bare flesh. The kid jerks it 
away like he's been scalded, but she puts it back, pressing it 
into her skin. "Does a cop have a body like this?"

     By now the kid's on the edge of his chair. Pepper moves his 
hand up, little by little, until it's all the way up to the curve 
of her tit. "Feel those," she says. "Do cops have tits like 
these? Are they as firm? As smooth?" The kid can only shake 
his head.

     So then Pepper takes his hand up to her face and kisses the 
palm. Then she sucks each finger into her mouth, one by one. 
My cock's pressing so hard against my pants that I yank open 
my fly to let it out. I'm bouncing back and forth between all 
three monitors, checking out all the angles.

     I figure the kid's gonna rip off her clothes and fuck her 
where she stands, but I guess he's still too scared. He just 
lets her keep running things. She takes his hand and rubs it all 
over her tits, and then she slips it all the way down to her 
thigh again. Only now she shoves it underneath her skirt. 
"Does that feel like a cop's pussy? So hot and wet and ready 
for a good, stiff cock? Mmm, maybe you can't tell."

     She pulls his hand away just long enough for her to pull 
down her panties -- nice red ones -- and step out of them. 
Then she takes his hand back and slips it under her skirt 
again. "Now put your fingers in it," she says. "No, come on, you 
can do it -- ohhh, yes, that's it. Feel how juicy it is? How 
tight my pussy is? Are you thinking about how good it would 
be to put your cock in there? Ohhh, yes. OhhhHHHHH!" From the 
way her ass is shaking I wouldn't have even needed the sound 
to know she was having an orgasm, right there.

     Me, I've already got pre-cum oozing out of my own cock 
when Pepper kneels down and unleashes the kid's six inches.

     "Wh-what are you going to do?" I can see the kid's a real 
virgin. His thick, hard cock is waving in front of Pepper's face 
and he still doesn't know what's going on.

     She looks up at him, all smiles. Damn, I wished I was in 
that kid's place.

     "Oh, Bob, you poor kid," she says. "Don't you know? I'm 
going to pay you back. You made me cum, now I'll do the same 
for you."

     "You c-came? You mean you had an orgasm? But we didn't 
do anything -- you know, fuck!"

     "Is that the only way you know about? Haven't you ever 
whacked yourself off?"

     "Well, sure, but -- I mean, I didn't know girls could ..." He 
blushed. Pepper stroked his cock as she spoke.

     "Don't be ashamed, honey. You've got lots to learn -- but I 
can teach you." Her hand was circled around his shaft, moving 
up and down, twisting around. "Does that feel good? As good 
as when you do it yourself?"

     "B-better," he managed to get out.

     "See? And wait 'til you see what happens next." And then 
Pepper bends over and takes his cock into her mouth. 

     By now I'm stroking my own wiener in time with her lips 
as they suck the kid's rod in and out. He's moaning and 
groaning and it isn't long before he really starts yelling. He 
almost bounces off the chair, but Pepper keeps his cock 
inside her mouth, and from angle I think I can see when the 
kid shoots his wad and she takes it in.

     After awhile she lets it go, all small and soft now. She 
gives it a little squeeze with her hand and takes a step back.

     I'm figuring that's it, but Pepper isn't finished. Now she 
starts swaying back and forth, rubbing her hands all over her 
body. I can see her nipples almost ready to burst through her 
top. She bends down and sticks her hand underneath her skirt, 
still swaying, and rolls down one of her stockings, and then 
the other. When she does it she sticks her ass straight up in 
the air and I'm checking it out in one of the monitors, thinking 
about how I'd like to come up behind her and plant my cock in 
her.

     Then she stands back up, kicking off her shoes and 
stockings.

     "How do I look to you, Bob?" She's almost purring now.

     "Wow! You're beautiful!" 

     "Well, thank you, kind sir. Do you want to see more?"

     "Yes!" He shouts it out. She laughs.

     "I thought you would," she says, and slowly she pulls off 
her top. Her tits swing free, and they're firmer than I would 
have thought, almost no sag, real handfuls with nice perky 
nipples standing at attention. She squeezes them together, 
and I can picture my shaft slipping in between those mounds.

     Then Pepper rubs her hands down her sides, rolling her 
skirt down until it falls to the floor. She kicks it aside. I can 
see the little tuft of blond hair and the pink folds of her slit 
as she grinds her hips.

     "It's OK, you can touch," she says, and the kid just holds 
his hands up in front of him, like he can't decide what to 
grope first. She grabs his mitts and rubs them all over her 
again, then pulls him out of the chair and leads him to the 
bed.

     He's shaking a little, but he manages to keep on his feet 
while Pepper pulls off his T-shirt and drags down his pants. 
Then she pushes him onto the bed and crawls onto it with him.

     I'm beating myself off like crazy, but on the bed things go 
into slow motion. Pepper starts at the kid's toes and starts 
kissing and sucking him all the way up his body -- sliding her 
tongue along his legs, rubbing her tits on his thighs as she 
nuzzles his stomach, licking him on the neck before planting a 
deep kiss right on the mouth.

     By the time she squats over his waist, the kid's dick is 
rock hard again and I'm almost over the edge. She puts the 
head of his cock to her slit and moves down and it slides in 
nice and easy. I shoot my load two feet in the air.

     Meanwhile Pepper's fucking the kid royal, sliding that 
sausage into her cunt. He's groping her tits and then he grabs 
her ass, trying to force himself into her deeper, but he's 
already in up to the hilt.

     It goes on like that for almost half an hour. After she got 
tired of squatting on his cock, Pepper shifted and got on her 
back and took the kid into her cunt that way for awhile, and 
then she even did it doggie-style, her tits hanging down and 
bouncing around while the kid pounded away. Finally she got 
on her back again and the kid slipped that rod into her pussy 
and slid it in and out a few times and then started yelling 
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" and Pepper started yelling too 
and pretty soon they both got their rocks off.

     Well, that's pretty much it, and I'm asking 100 bucks a 
throw for all three tapes, plus for ten bucks extra I'll throw 
in the audio tape from the car. Whaddaya say?