~  Good Cop, Very Very Bad Cop  ~
Or, How our great nation's penile system functions so effectively

"Okay, see you later."  Annie stepped out of the car on the passenger side and closed the door.  She slipped through the courtyard gate of her apartment block and was gone, like some ephemera.  Julius watched the gate swinging gently on its hinges and felt... well, he wasn't sure what he felt.  He pondered this for a moment, gazing vacantly at the space where Annie had been an instant earlier.  Regret?  No, that wasn't it.  Longing?  Uh-uh.  Relief?  Definitely not.

Empathy?

"Fucking relationships," he muttered, starting up his TT and craning his neck around to check the road behind for oncoming traffic as he backed out.  His wedding ring glinted in the late afternoon sunshine as he shifted into first.  The traffic lights up ahead were just turning orange.  He eased to a halt and looked blankly at the band of gold around his finger.  He was just making a decision to visit the Queen's Crown and try to pick up that cute barmaid he'd been eyeing of late when his cellphone rang.  The caller ID showed it was Annie.

"What's up?" he asked by way of a greeting.

"Jules, I've been burgled!  It's a mess, all my jewellery..."  She was borderline hysterical, but Julius didn't need any extra motivation to get moving.  They might be separated, but Annie was still his wife.  He floored the accelerator and screeched into a U-turn through the intersection, causing some crossing traffic to veer out of the way in a cacophony of squealing tyres and angry hooters.  Julius ignored then all, braking hard back into the parking berth he'd vacated moments earlier, slamming his car door shut, running up the stairs to Annie's apartment.

*       *       *       *       *

Julius surveyed the bedroom grimly.  Annie's clothes were strewn about the place, cupboards empty and wide open.  Her dressing table looked like a mini-tornado had whirled through it; make-up applications of varieties and descriptions that Julius had never been able to fathom lay scattered around, and Annie's two jewellery boxes were empty.  She'd taken off her wedding ring when she'd moved out - "I need a break" - so that would be gone, Julius noted.  To say nothing of generations of her family's gold and diamonds.  Irreplaceable.  Insurance was irrelevant.

"Bastards."

*       *       *       *       *

Annie sat on the living room sofa, knees bunched up against her chest.  She looked ashen.  She felt violated.  The thought that someone could just walk into her home and help himself to her possessions was appalling.  Thank God I was out with Jules.  I might have been raped...  She closed her eyes, feeling nauseous.  She couldn't bear to think about it.

"Here, baby."  Julius presented her with a cup of hot tea, mixed with honey, lemon and a shot of whiskey.  Annie sipped it appreciatively.  She immediately felt better.  Julius sat down next to her and snuggled up a bit.

"It's just as well they took those dresses off your hands," he said after a brief silence.  "Those old frocks were so last year.  And you know how much I love shopping."

Annie giggled.  "They didn't take any dresses."

"Like you need an excuse for some retail therapy.  We'll take the day off tomorrow, do some shopping, have a nice lunch."

Annie had another sip of tea, feeling the whiskey tingling in her belly.  She put her head on Julius' shoulder.  "What about my jewellery?" she asked, feeling sombre again.

"Well..."  Julius was thinking fast; it didn't seem appropriate to point out just then that a break from the past would probably be good for Annie.  "It was getting dirty, so we'd have had to replace it fairly soon. I mean, who cleans jewellery anyway?  And we both blame your parents for the strain on our marriage.  They never approved of our emigration."

Annie smiled ruefully.

"You never know, though, we might be able to get it back," Julius added.  He extracted his cellphone from his pocket.  "If we call the police, we might get lucky."

*       *       *       *       *

Five minutes later Annie's doorbell chimed.  Julius was impressed.  "That was a quick response," he murmured, getting up and heading for the hallway.  He opened the front door.

"Good afternoon, sir.  I'm Constable Duddee.  Are you," the officer checked a notepad, "Julius Huxtable?"

"Yes."  Fuck me, she's hot!

She was also all business.  "Six minutes ago you reported a burglary at this address.  May I come in?"

"Please do."  Oh please, please do! "My partner is checking the building perimeter.  He'll be up shortly."

"Your police partner?"

"Yes, sir.  What other partner would I be talking about?"

"Oh, I don't know, perhaps..."  But Constable Duddee had already stepped past him and towards the living room.  Julius tailed off, mesmerised as he was by the good officer's tightly toned derrière - a perfectly rounded ass, gift-wrapped in the navy blue of her police uniform.  Constable Duddee wore a short-sleeved shirt, tucked neatly into her trousers, and all tied up by her black leather belt, from which her nightstick and handcuffs hung with intent.  A thick mane of long black hair, streaks of auburn and wild curls restrained by a ponytail, was kept in check by her official police hat.  The unruly ponytail hung down just past her shoulder blades.  Julius followed the taper of her flanks to her slender waist, then curving out again into that perfect bubble butt, and down a pair of lithe filly's legs.  Could those heels possibly be police issue?  Three inches?  Seemed a bit much.

Julius could feel blood flowing to his cheeks and lips.  He followed the object of his law-enforcement lust into the living room, where the two women were getting acquainted.

"Identify yourself, please, ma'am."

"Annie.  Annie Huxtable."

"The gentleman is your husband?"

"We're, uh, separated."

"And whose apartment is this?"

"Mine."

"You got here really quickly," said Julius, hoping Constable Duddee would turn to face him so he could gauge her tits beneath that perfectly ironed police shirt.

"We were in the neighbourhood," she replied, declining to turn around.

"Perimeter's clear," announced a strange male voice from the doorway.  Julius whirled around, and Annie looked to the newcomer as well. A lanky policeman stood languorously in the door.  His stance was casual, groin thrust slightly forward.

Constable Duddee kept her eyes on Annie.  "This is Constable Everett, my partner."

Now it was Annie's turn to feel a stirring.  To be truthful, she'd felt a little... something... when confronted by Constable Duddee.  She'd never felt even remotely lesbian in her life, but there was something about Duddee's hat, and the piercing look in her eyes, that reminded Annie of her father.  He'd been a military man.  Oh, that's gross.  Constable Everett, on the other hand, made Annie feel weak in her knees.  Or was it the whiskey?  She'd always had a thing for uniforms.

Julius felt a little put out.  Who was this guy to come walking in here and take over the place like this?  This is my wife's apartment.  That makes me the main man here.  That Constable Everett was a few inches taller than him didn't help.  Nor did the fact that he was wearing aviator style sunglasses with reflective lenses, sitting low on his nose.  He looks like a porn rat, thought Julius.

He looks gorgeous, thought Annie.  She'd immediately scoped his smooth complexion and reckoned the shades were an attempt to look older.  She'd also noted the way he filled out his uniform.  A self-evident musculature there, no doubt.

"Yup, the perimeter is clear," Everett repeated.  "Did find this in the bushes, though."  He tossed a small kitbag onto the sofa.

Annie looked inside.  "My jewellery!" she exclaimed.  "Oh, thank you!"  She gave the policeman her most winsome smile.

"Uh huh," said Everett sarcastically.  "Nine-twenty-eight," he said to his partner.

"What's that?" asked Julius, not liking Everett much.

"Insurance scam."

"What?"

"Can't be easy maintaining two properties.  Plus that nice convertible outside."

"What?!"

"Oldest trick in the book.  Sir."

"Now hang on.  You can't possibly think that we-"

"My father was an insurance salesman," said Duddee, cutting him off.  "It was false claims like this that kept him from making decent policy margins, kept him from being promoted regional.  That's why I became a police officer."  She took her nightstick from her belt, tapping it in the palm of her free hand as she advanced on Julius.  "I'm going to have to frisk you."

"Okay," said Julius.

"That's the dumbest motivation I ever heard," said Annie, not liking the way Duddee was advancing on her husband.  (Separated.)

"Don't interfere with police business, please.  Ma'am."  Everett the porn rat police officer moved over to the sofa and stood in front of Annie.  His crotch was level with her neck, and he peered down at her through his ridiculous 70s sunglasses.  "Stand up, please."

Annie gulped and did as she was told, forcing her eyes away from the package in Everett's pants.

"Put your hands on the wall, please."

Annie decided to talk back.  "If you're going to search me," she said indignantly, "I demand it be done by a female officer."  After all, she'd been brought up properly.

"Turn around and spread 'em," said Everett abruptly.

Annie gasped, but before she enunciate her outrage, Everett had spun her around by her waist, pushed her forward over the sofa and towards the wall, and nudged her ankles apart with his foot.  Annie had to brace herself against the wall, legs akimbo, feeling exposed and suddenly acutely aware of Everett's hands, pressing firmly around her sides, patting her down.

Should he really be palpating me so closely?

Everett was evidently taking great care to ensure that there were no concealed weapons anywhere on Annie's person.  After pressing carefully around her flanks, up under her breasts and around her ass, her squatted down behind her and commenced rubbing her left ankle.

It felt... confusing.  Surely this isn't how policemen frisk people?  Annie had no time to follow that train of thought, as Everett's firm fingers were progressing inexorably up her leg, rubbing the back of her knee, now her hamstrings.

Annie was getting a little bit moist.

What?!  "This can't be... uh... p-procedural," she stammered.

Everett ignored her, just continued his path up her leg, ever upwards.  Now he was at the top of her thigh and his - Ah, there! - his hand brushed the mound of Annie's pussy.  She pushed her ass out a tiny bit more, involuntarily.  She couldn't see the grin that this little motion elicited from Constable Everett, but she knew nonetheless that he could feel the warmth emanating from her core.

*       *       *       *       *

Meanwhile, Constable Duddee had Julius in a similarly compromising position, except that she was also using her nightstick to keep him subdued.  Standing right behind him, she held the baton against his throat, this forcing him to stand straight up against the wall.  With her other hand she expertly unfastened his belt and the button of his jeans, thrusting a lithe hand into his pants.  "A hardened criminal," she murmured in his ear, "deserves confinement."  She squeezed hard, and Julius gasped.  "Movement should be restricted."

"Talk is cheap," said Julius carefully, enjoying the press of Duddee's bust against his back, and mindful of the fact that an armed officer of the peace had him, literally, by the balls, "but I'm a taxpayer and I need confirmation that you're serious about... law enforcement."

Constable Duddee extracted her hand from his pants and turned him around.  She traced her nightstick across his throat and down his chest.  "Mr Huxtable, I'm not here to protect and to serve," she said, unzipping his fly and looking him directly in the eye.  His pants fell to the floor.  "I'm here to suck your cock."  She unbuttoned her shirt and tugged her bra down so that her fulsome breasts tumbled out into view.  Then she dropped to her knees and swallowed him whole.

Julius took her hat off and put it on his own head.  Then he unfastened her ponytail and enjoyed the view.

*       *       *       *       *

Any indignation that Annie might have registered at the conduct unbecoming a police officer - Constable Duddee, to be precise - rapidly dissolved into unmitigated lust the second Constable Everett thrust his tongue into her slick slot.  She'd felt a touch of panic as he tugged her pants down - It's been two months since my last wax! she'd fretted - but with her hands still planted on the wall as instructed, she'd been powerless to resist.  Everett evidently didn't mind.  His tongue worked away feverishly at her quim, probing, stroking, greedily drawing her sex syrup.  Annie felt herself getting impossibly horny.  She hadn't felt this way in a while.  She wanted to change positions.

But first she was going to enjoy this young buck tonguing her cunt.  Aaaahhh, yes - yes, no! Yes! Ah, fuck! Fuck!!!   He was concentrating on her clit now, nibbling gently with his lips, teasing it with his tongue.  An exquisite crescendo was welling up within Annie's core.  Just as she felt herself cumming, the tongue action on her sex suddenly stopped.  She looked back beseechingly, only to see Constable Everett - Still wearing those damn sunglasses! - standing up.  Very deliberately he unzipped his trousers and his erect cock sprang free.  Annie turned around and her eyes widened - he was indeed well hung.  She sat down on the sofa, transfixed by the sight of his thick pole and the bulbous purple head that was eyeing her back.  She reached for it in pure instinct, mesmerised by the hard yet silky texture of his shaft, the hot club of meat in her hand.  She bowed her head to caress him with her mouth; she had to.  It was only when she heard the police officer's faint moan that she felt herself getting control back.

*       *       *       *       *

Julius was losing control rapidly.  This hot slut with a badge was sucking him hard, running her warm mouth up and down the length of his cock and tracing her insistent tongue around his helmet.  With one hand she wanked him off, rolling his balls in the fingers of her other...  Julius had to look away in an attempt not to shoot his load too soon.  Barely two meters away, the other man in the room, that smug twerp Everett, was also getting blown - by my wife!  (Separated.)  The blissful expression on Julius' face soured instantaneously.  Everett chose that exact moment to look over and meet his gaze, and gave him a nod and a grin.  That cheeky prick!

Julius had forgotten all about the blowjob he was receiving from a certified officer of the peace, but was jerked swiftly back to business by a sharp tug on his sack.  He winced and faced front in surprise.  Constable Duddee had stood up and was shimmying out of her trousers.  Without a word she stepped out of them to reveal a black lace G-string that hid the barest tuft of dark fur, black ankle socks and those three-inch mules.  Then taking his cock firmly in hand and staring him straight in the eye, she raised one leg into a standing split and placed her foot against the wall behind Julius.  She pressed her pussy forward, guiding the throbbing prick in her hand past her panties and directly to her wet, hot hole.  Julius moaned gently as he entered, then reached behind the police officer to grab her firm ass and pull her closer.  She wrapped her arms around his neck and sank completely onto his prick.

*       *       *       *       *

Annie was savouring the slightly salty taste of Everett's young cock in her mouth when her gaze wandered past his hip and in the direction of the couple fornicating but two meters away.  That utter slut had pinned her husband (separated) against the wall with her cunt.  It made Annie so cross that she unwittingly sucked down harder on Everett, who moaned appreciatively.  When Annie's oral vacuum grip unconsciously became a bite, Everett yelped.  This brought Annie's focus back and she realised she wanted a fucking herself.  She pushed Everett away and scampered from a sitting position on the sofa to an all-fours presentation of her ready radish.  Everett needed no second bidding; he moved behind her and slid his massive prick inch by inch into Annie's tight channel.  She squirmed back onto him, totally rapt by the stretching invasion of her wet pussy.  When he had achieved maximal penetration, Everett commenced a steady, rhythmic pump, gripping Annie's hips and grinding his own against her ripe ass.

*       *       *       *       *

Having remained almost completely silent from the instant she had wrapped her fulsome lips around Julius' cock, Constable Duddee was now breathing heavily and eliciting some animalistic moans and pants as she fucked her perp.  And whereas she had been totally dominant over her fuckstud, now she was starting to lose control.  Her eyes were glazing over as she bucked on Julius' cock.  Julius was bewitched by the wild look on her face and tried to kiss her, but she suddenly thrust her nightstick between their mouths.

"Use this," she breathed huskily, still riding wild.

"What?"

"Now!"

Julius took the baton, wondering where to...

Ah.

Julius grinned a carnal grin as he slowly moved the baton along the groove of Constable Duddee's ass.  He zeroed in on her back end and she ground her pussy ever harder against his groin, his cock buried as deeply within her as it could possibly be.  Julius pushed the baton tip harder against Duddee's anus, and it opened in acquiescence.  She moaned throatily, pressing her mouth against Julius' cheek.

Julius could feel the police issue nightstick pressing against his own, Duddee's twin fucktoys kept apart only by the thin wall of her ultra-sensitive flesh.  She started trembling from her core.

*       *       *       *       *

Annie was bucking excitedly now, loving the sensation of a long, thick manpole impaling her wet cunt - Oh!  She hadnŐt been fucked like this for ages! - and feeling the inexorable onset of her climax welling up deep within.  The first wave of ecstasy was just about to wash over her when suddenly, abruptly, Everett pulled out.  Annie felt her orgasm tragically ebbing away, before she could even enjoy it.  She turned around, nonplussed, only to see Everett wanking himself, lost in his own pleasure world.

"What... ?" asked Annie in bewilderment, frantically trying to claw her climax back with her mind.

"Unnnnnhhh - aaaah, yeah."  Everett blew his wad with a mighty grunt.  Annie let out a little squeal but couldn't avoid the splodge of splooge as it arced through the air and onto her tummy and china white tits.  A little splat hit her on the chin.

"Yuck!"

"Ah, that was good."  Everett kept stroking his cock and some more semen flicked out onto Annie's foot.  "Unh, yeah.  Thanks, baby."

"Gross!"  Annie grimaced and tried to wipe her bosom but only succeeded in smearing Everett's jizz around.  "You bastard.  You didnŐt even let me come."

"Hey, I found your jewellery.  You owed me."

Annie wasn't sure how to answer that.

It almost sounded like a fair trade.

She opened her mouth to argue but then she spotted Julius and Constable Duddee.  Duddee was writhing against Annie's husband (separated) like a dervish, grinding her cunt on his cock, her ass splayed crudely by the black baton that was driven inside.  Julius had plain forgotten about his own climax; he was mesmerised by the sight of the orgasmic woman before him, groaning and panting and digging her nails into his neck.  Eventually she let out a bestial howl, scratching Julius' arms as she flung herself back.  Almost immediately she reached behind to extract the nightstick from her ass. 

Annie watched in fascination as Duddee's anus gaped for an instant and then winked shut.

Duddee eased herself off Julius' cock and sank onto a chair, looking self-absorbed and content.  Her fulsome breasts heaved with her breathing.

"What about me?" asked Julius beseechingly.  His cock still stood erect, throbbing in want.

Duddee didnŐt respond, save to absently stroke her quim.

Everett gathered up his partner's clothes.  He was already dressed.

"Oh fuck this," said Julius.  Even though he really needed some release, he could feel his cock getting limp.  He looked at Annie.

She met his gaze meaningfully.

Julius could feel himself getting hard again.

They didn't even notice Duddee and Everett slipping out the room.

*       *       *       *       *

Constables Duddee and Everett mounted their steeds and departed Annie's driveway, their horses moving at an easy walk.  "This is Foxtrot Tango Six Nine to Despatch," said Duddee into her shoulder-mounted police radio, "reporting in from Connell Street, investigating a reported burglary.  False alarm, over."

The radio crackled its response.  <Despatch here, verify please. False alarm, over?>

"False alarm, affirmative.  Complainant had misplaced her jewellery.  We found it behind the sofa, over."

There was a dubious pause.  <Okay, roger that. Guess that was a quiet end to your shift, over.>

"Yeah, we're coming in now, over."  Duddee clicked off the comms channel.

Riding westwards along the boulevard into the setting sun, Everett grinned.  Duddee knew that behind those aviator sunglasses his baby browns would be twinkling.  "Nice work spotting those two," she said.

"Yeah, I thought you'd like them," chuckled Everett.

"So do you think we should fake another burglary at their place sometime?"

"I think we should, partner.  I think we most definitely should."

And so our two horny police officers rode off into the sunset, leaving two satisfied civilians happily behind.  (Author's note: Annie and Julius haven't quite worked out their marital issues yet, but they do still meet up for regular bonking sessions, on a strictly partially-platonic basis.  Best regards to you both, friends!)

~  Fin  ~

© Basil von Geusau 2007

 

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