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CHAPTER TWO

I was working the night shift out of the 69th precinct. It was located in a rough neighborhood, a slum noted for its lawlessness. After I had worked there a couple of weeks, I realized the police contributed to the lawlessness as much as anybody. Most of them were on the take, and a lot of them took advantage of the multitude of prostitutes.

At first I had been shocked by some of the things I saw, but in a very short time I grew accustomed to things that only shortly before I would have been appalled at. But I adopted an attitude of live and let live, primarily because I was having enough trouble gaining acceptance as a woman on the force without being a bluenose too. So, I started growing into a habit of looking the other way, hoping, I suppose, that the others would be more likely to accept my presence. Some of the things I saw continued to inwardly shock the hell out of me, but I just trained myself not to show it. Of course, the longer I did, the less they shocked me.

I walked into the station and the first person I saw was Desk Sergeant Moon, a big, red-faced man, whose head resembled his name. His face was so red that it looked like it was on fire and the busted veins fingered him as a heavy boozer. In fact, I quickly learned that that was why Sergeant Moon was assigned to the desk instead of being on patrol – he was frequently half-juiced while on duty and they didn't want him screwing up things on the street. Even though everyone knew what a misfit he was, he still got more respect than I did, because I was a woman, and everybody laughed when he referred to me as Dickless Tracy behind my back.

Of course, hypocrite that he was, he gave me a big hello when I walked into the station. His greeting was a thick, practically slobbering one, indicating to me that he was in the cups. I walked past him, making little attempt to conceal my disdain for him, giving him only the most perfunctory hello. I almost jumped out of my skin in outrage when I heard him smirk behind my back with reference to my unfriendliness, making no attempt to conceal his voice, "Ol' Dickless must be on the rag this week. Usually she can't keep her hands offa me."

Incredible, just incredible, I thought. But what was even more incredible was that his voice was loud enough for everyone else in the immediate vicinity to hear and they all laughed at his tasteless remark, including a prisoner handcuffed to a waterpipe.

"What're you laughing at, you scum?" I said to the prisoner.

When he started stammering, all of my frustration welled up inside me and I impulsively kicked him in the groin. He doubled over, instinctively trying to grab his nuts, but his hands were shackled and the cuffs gouged into his wrists and he shrieked in pain.

Well, I was safe there. You could do anything short of killing a prisoner at the station and you wouldn't get in any trouble since the only witnesses were cops. But I still felt uncomfortable about what I had done because I realized that it was the same thing one of the other cops would have done.

The big news in the station that night, as it had increasingly been lately, was that there was a rapist at work in the area. Not that any of the cops gave a shit about any of the women in the neighborhood being raped – they usually laughed and made dirty jokes whenever the report of the latest rape was read. There was concern now because the papers had gotten hold of the story and built it up, and the public had become scared, thinking, because of the papers' scare tactics, that there was a mad rapist terrorizing the whole city.

I felt I could make a real contribution toward capturing the rapist, and was willing to act as a decoy victim, and as we fell into ranks for our assignments I waited expectantly. As it turned out, as usual, I was passed over for anything of importance and assigned to a patrol car with a crew-cut cop named Reinhart who looked like a Nazi soldier. We were to go driving around looking for prostitutes to harass. Reinhart was being assigned to this chicken-shit duty because he had just come off a suspension for beating up suspects who later turned out to have done nothing.

When we got to the patrol car, I opened the door and slid in behind the wheel, thinking I'd take the first turn driving.

"Hey, girlie, whaddaya think you're doing?" Reinhart growled.

"What's it look like I'm doing?"

"What it looks like you're doing, I don't like," he said, approaching the door and leaning his fat florid face against the opened window.

"You want to drive first?" I asked, not bothering to conceal my disgust with his childishness. "Go ahead. I'll take the second shift."

"No way," he said. "I'm takin' all the shifts."

"Well, that's very chivalrous of you," I said sarcastically, "but I'm willing to do my share."

"Forget it," he said, opening the door and shoving me to the other side of the car. "I ain't ridin' in the car with no fuckin' woman driver. Everybody knows about Goddamn woman drivers, and, besides, if anybody seen me I'd get laughed offa the force."

What do you say to an idiot like that, I thought, and let it pass. So we drove around the red light district with Reinhart driving and me sitting on the seat as far away as possible from him, stewing in my juices, my resentment building by the moment.

It was a typical night along hooker row. Cold as hell, but that didn't stop dozens of girls from peddling their wares out in the open in the slightest of clothing. Reinhart cruised by them slowly, an obvious gleam in his eye. He could have arrested any of them if he wanted, since they were breaking the law right and left, paying little attention to the police. The patrol car seemed, in fact, to incite their open pandering and soliciting. So, after dozens of trips around the same block, I was surprised when Reinhart suddenly stopped the car and said, "There's the one I'm gonna get, that nervy bitch. I'm gonna nail her ass."

How could he single one out, I thought, they all looked alike, and all were equally guilty.

"Which one?" I asked.

"Just shut up and stay here in the car," he said and jumped out. And the Goddamn bastard took the keys with him, as though the second I was left alone with the car I'd immediately wreck it. Sonofabitch.

Reinhart went up to a girl and then disappeared with her into a seedy-looking hotel. Meanwhile, I sat there cooling my heels in a double-parked cop car with no keys in it. I never felt so conspicuous in my life. Since the bastard took the keys, I couldn't turn on the heater and it kept getting colder and colder. I was wearing the standard policewoman straight skirt and the cold air targeted between my legs no matter how hard I pressed my thighs together. I thought my crotch was going to freeze. The police radio kept squawking and once when a call came for cars in our district I was forced to reply, hating myself for covering for that big tub of guts, Reinhart, and saying we were on an important stake out and my partner was apprehending a suspect.

Finally, I got out of the car, slammed the door, and walked toward the hotel. I had to make my way through a throng of hookers who seemed to have assembled just to block my path.

"Whatsamattah, honey," one of them said, "your boy friend stand you up for a real woman?"

"What do you mean by that?" I snapped.

"One that got a pussy between her legs instead of a billy club," she replied as though she had a license to be as insulting as possible.

I impulsively shoved her in the face and snarled, "Any more lip out of you and you'll get the book thrown at you." I whisked into the hotel just catching a muffled "Fuck you," as the door closed behind me.

The night clerk remembered the red-faced, crew-cut cop after a lapse in memory when I reminded him that I was a cop too and would bust his ass if he didn't cooperate. "Room 5-C," he told me, and when I found it, I didn't bother to knock. When I opened the door the room was dark and I couldn't see anything, but I heard things as clear as a bell.

Low moans were coming from the room, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of creaking bedsprings. I took the penlight off my belt and snapped it on in the direction of the noise. The small stream of light shined directly on the most salient aspect of what was taking place, and while I wasn't surprised, I gasped out of sheer rage that Reinhart would leave me in that cold police car so he could come up here and fuck.

The light clearly illuminated his stiff cock pumping in and out of a hairy, flexing cunt. The bastard was fucking some bimbo on my time. I was so furious that I had to stand there and watch it like I had to make sure I was really seeing it. The soft white skin of his ass drooped over his hairy balls which were tight from the massive erection he was busily slamming into the waiting whore he'd picked up off the street. It was obvious they were old friends because I heard him admonishing her, "C'mon, Flossie, wiggle your ass. You're a pro. I know you can do better than this. Make me come, you tramp."

When he spoke, I instinctively lowered the beam, and sure enough, she did exactly as she was instructed. Her clenched ass began wiggling in intense vibrations on the sagging mattress, sending her cunt thrusting upward so that it virtually swallowed his prick all the way up to his balls.

"Oooooh," she moaned, "you got me wrong, Reinhart. I just want it to last as long as I can. I don't want you to come too quick and pull out. I want your big, stiff prick in my cunt as long as I can get it. Oh, fuck me, baby."

As I stood there and watched, something about it got to me in spite of myself. Maybe it was because the only thing I could see distinctly was his cock piercing her hairy, juicy cunt. As the seconds passed, I associated what I was seeing with Reinhart's ugly mocking face. It was just two turgid organs in the act of fucking, the prick sliding so wetly in and out of the moist pussy that I could hear his straining shaft squishing against her grasping cunt. I suddenly felt the fabric of my panties cling wetly to my matted cunt hair and realized that my pussy, previously bone dry from the cold air, had become sopping wet.

I couldn't believe that I was so susceptible. But the cream flowing between my legs and the tightness between my thighs wasn't my imagination.

I intended to remove my probing hand, but when the flashlight highlighted his cock suddenly withdrawing from her cunt, I kept my hand on my pussy and began reflexively massaging what was now my steely hard clit, a button of flesh throbbing with every rapid beat of my racing heart.

I instinctively watched his cock. His prick leapt over her torso and stopped, twitching before her cavernous mouth.

"Oh, Jesus," she moaned, "come in me. Come in my mouth. Stick your big prick in my mouth."

"Swallow," he commanded.

But before he could put his cock in her mouth, a huge glob of cum spurted from the turgid knob and flew stickily into her face, sliding viscously down her nose, a syrupy blob dangling in mid-air before she swept her tongue up and hungrily flicked it off, burying it in her slurping mouth.

Now his cock was spewing cum as though it would never stop, bathing her face with steaming cream. Penetrating the milky mask was the pink dart of her tongue, greedily transferring huge globules of jizz from her face into her mouth with ravenous gulps.

By now, I was so turned on that I was rubbing my clit with reckless abandon, feeling the tiny knob of meat growing more erect by the second until it resembled a miniature prick in my kneading fingers.

Before he could finish coming all over the hooker, I slipped out of the room and beat it down the stairs and out of the hotel, back onto the street. I knew that in this neighborhood anything goes, and just as there was a block reserved for prostitutes, around the corner there was a short stretch devoted to what was known as the chickenhawk trade. Chickenhawks are middle-aged men who crave the cocks and asses of young boys, who in turn peddle their cocks and balls to men.

Around the corner I stopped at the first one I saw. By now I was creaming so hotly and copiously, I was sure the thin fabric of my panties must have been dissolved by the foaming discharge from my pussy. But when I looked at this kid and saw the bulge in the crotch of his jeans, a new wave of effluence spilled from my cunt and I could feel it running down my inner thighs. I was sure that if I didn't make my move immediately I was going to leave a pool of pussy juice right there on the sidewalk.

"Come here with me, kid," I ordered him, and like the hookers, he was in no position to say no.

He came tentatively toward me and I grabbed him forcefully by the wrist and dragged him with me as he muttered in a voice that cracked because he was so young that it hadn't quite changed yet. "Whaddaya want with me, lady – I mean, officer?"

I immediately guessed that he was a runaway from some small town in the Midwest – that was one of the few parts of the country where they raised their kids with enough respect to call cops officers. Funny, though, I didn't think what kind of respect he would have for me when I had finished with him – all I was interested in was getting that bulging prick out of his pants and getting its knobby head and stiff shaft into my mouth and cunt, spraying me with its hot, sticky cum.

There was privacy in an alley, so I dragged him in there, feeling far too horny to go through the delay and hassle of taking him to a hotel room as Reinhart had done with his whore. Once we were shielded by the darkness and the brick walls on either side of us, I lost no time in shoving him up against the wall and reading with pleasure the expression of fright on his pale face.

"Pull it out," I commanded.

"Wha-what're you talking… talking about?" he stuttered.

Impulsively I reached to my side and undid the snap on my holster and pulled out my.38 special and pointed it right at his groin. Just so he would get the point, I shoved the barrel against the lump in his crotch.

"You know what I'm talking about, sonny boy," I snarled. "Now let's see it or I'll blow you to kingdom come."

His trembling hands dropped below his waist and fumbled with his fly, trying desperately to undo the buttons on his Navy-style jeans before he found out whether I'd make good on my threat to splatter him against the wall.

My strong-arm tactics seemed worthwhile when I saw his young prick. It was a beauty; a long, slim graceful arc you generally find only on boys. My mouth hungered to taste it, and my cunt foamed for the quivering cock.

"Drop the pants," I ordered.

I wanted to see it all; the young muscular legs, the hard, slim thighs, the curly hair of his crotch and his turgid cock and balls.

He dropped his pants and stood there, naked from the waist down, shivering in the cold night air. As I saw him tremble from the cold, I couldn't help saying, "Don't worry, I'll warm you up. Just stand still."

His eyeballs practically bugged all the way out of his head as I approached him and he realized at last what I was going to do to him. I wish I could have seen the expression that followed as I kept the gun trained on him, using the other hand to steady his cock while I dropped my head on it, completely swallowing it, feeling it cram hotly into my constricting throat.

I never met a man who could hold back when I sucked their cock, and this boy was no different. Immediately, his hips began gyrating and bucking in a thrusting, rotating fucking motion as I sucked him off, satisfied that already I had given him more pleasure than he had ever gotten from all the middle-aged businessmen who had blown him combined.

My free hand cupped his balls, and I felt the smooth, hairless skin as his prick stabbed repeatedly into the spongy tissue of my throat, the shaft of his cock completely filling my mouth.

I was driving him crazy with my mouth as I put my lips, tongue, teeth and throat into full erotic play, sliding back and forth along his shaft so that in one instant his entire prick would be buried all the way into my throat and the next instant only the swollen head would be in my mouth, my tongue virtually fucking the slit at the end of his cock as though it were a miniature cunt. I dove down on his meat again, catching his foreskin and working it with maddening friction with my lips and teeth.

He may have been a well mannered boy whose sordid life was no fault of his own, but in a couple of minutes I had him reduced to a quivering mass of putty. "Oh, my God, lady," he cried, then corrected himself, moaning, "Oh, officer, suck me, suck my prick. Turn my balls inside out. Oh, sweet Jesus."

I could feel his cock swelling even more and knew that he was on the verge of coming. I pulled him out, not wanting him to come in my mouth but in my cunt, bathing my insides with a coat of hot sticky jizz that would squish satisfyingly in my pussy the rest of the night. Then every time Reinhart started to get on my nerves or started to treat me like shit, I'd just press my thighs together and feel that secret load of adolescent cum inside me and be confident that I could hold my own with any man on the force.

"Back against the wall, motherfucker," I snapped, and gave him a little help by jabbing my gun barrel into his hard gut.

The force of my shove threw him against the bricks and slightly buckled his knees, sending his prick shooting almost straight up in the air, which was just the perfect position for what I wanted. I hiked up my skirt and grabbing the totally soaked crotch of my panties, ripped them to shreds, and then straddled his loins, lowering my seeping, open pussy over his stake-like prick, the hairy sides of my frothing cunt gripping his shaft as the stony knob of his cock slid between my dripping pussy lips.

Oh, God, his cock was unbelievably hard, even more so than I had anticipated, almost as though it had a bone running through it. Instantly I felt his prick surge through my cunt so far that it felt as though it was all the way into my womb.

I shoved my crotch down even more, hoping his cock would just keep going until it was all the way up to my throat.

With the position in which I had him trapped I had to do all the work, which was fine with me. I stared at him straight in the face, pointing my.38 special right between his baby blue eyes as we fucked. Down below, I gyrated and twisted and humped and bumped, coiling down on his imprisoned prick like a corkscrew.

I knew from the increasing frequency of his groans and the increasingly hot swelling of the fleshy cock up my cunt that he was about ready to come, and I couldn't wait. I pushed down with one last slobbering gasp and felt his cock thrust up me an extra inch before it exploded inside me, totally filling my pussy with spurts of scalding jizz as though he were pissing inside of me.

I could feel my orgasm begin and climactic waves overwhelmed me, starting in the recesses of my cunt and quickly taking over every pore and fiber of my body. I came and came again, multiple orgasms reducing my body to a spasmodic wreck as I shivered and shook, impaled on the spear of his cock.

Finally, it was over and we fell off of each other, a thick pool of come and pussy juice forming on the ground between us. He was piled in a heap against the wall as I caught my breath and pulled my skirt back down over my gaping pussy, excitedly mindful of the fact that I would be riding around the rest of the night with no panties on, my cunt free to bathe without restriction in the after juice of the boy's beautiful cock.

I may have been a woman luxuriating in the afterglow of an indescribably exciting fuck, but I was still a cop, so with his cum sloshing in the warm basin of my cunt, I kept the kid covered with the gun and forced myself to speak through clenched teeth.

"All right, kid, I guess you know that I'm giving you a break if I just walk away from this and neither of us says anything about it to anyone. Otherwise you may find yourself in juvie doing some hard time for assaulting an officer. That is, until they figure out where you're from and ship you back to your parents."

He seemed oblivious to every word I said, the reaction to a perfect fuck expressed on his handsome young face. I holstered my gun and left him there, his young cock so strong that it still hadn't gone completely down after the sucking and fucking I'd given it. It twitched indomitably between his naked loins, the moonlight causing the slick deposits of cum and pussy juice to glisten on his crotch and thighs.

That sonofabitch Reinhart was waiting in the patrol car when I got back, so burned up that smoke was practically coming out of his ears.

"Where've you been?" he growled.

"In the ladies room," I answered primly.

"You coulda held it."

"I tried," I said, "but you left me out here so long I couldn't. You know what they say, when you've got to go you've got to go. It's the same for a woman as for a man."

"Yeah, sure," he muttered.

"Did you apprehend your, uh, suspect?" I asked as though I was the most naive cluck in the world.

That brought a smile to his ugly stormtrooper face.

"Oh, yeah, my suspect," he grinned, as though he was talking to someone so mentally retarded they resided in a basket. "She was a real bad one. I had her cornered but she got away. But don't worry, I'll get her one a these fucking days."

I raised an eyebrow at his language.

"Scuse me," he said, a chivalrous pig to the end, "one a these days. Pardon my language, I keep forgettin' you're a broad… I mean, of the female persuasion."

"Don't mention it," I said, and pushed my thighs together and enjoyed the delicious bubbling of cum inside my cunt that would get me through this night with my sanity intact.