Chapter 14
"We'd better go in the bedroom," Amy whispered. "If we stay in here, the burglar won't come in." She stood and ambled toward the bedroom, swinging her hips, knowing her high-heeled white sandals made her superb legs look even better. She turned around in the doorway, smiled and crooked her finger. "Come into my bedroom, said the spider to the fly."
Newkirk stopped and looked into her blue eyes. She challenged him openly with her intense gaze. His eyes slid leisurely over her five-foot, five-inch frame, from the top of her blonde hair down to her white high-heeled sandals. He had always admired the way she filled out a uniform. She filled out the clinging summer dress even better. He knew without a doubt they both wanted the same thing. He slowly ran his hands over her full, firm tits.
Amy smiled dreamily and trembled slightly. "They're so sensitive, Mark," she said softly. "Sometimes, I cum just from getting my nipples sucked."
"God!" Newkirk exclaimed. "I've hit the fucking jackpot."
"In more ways than one," she replied with a sexy, throaty chuckle.
Newkirk realized what he had said, and turned red in the face. "Sorry," he muttered. "Guess I've been around the guys at the station too much."
"About what? That you said you'd hit the fucking jackpot? Why do you think I said you could stake out my house?"
"This isn't part of the job," he said softly. "We can fool the burglar into thinking we're just a couple of normal people."
Her eyes sparkled with zest as she gazed at him. "Mark, I take my job very seriously, and I'm a damn good cop. I'm also damn good at having fun. You can see that I have a nice set of tits. I assure you that I also have a nice pussy. And just about the best feeling I know is getting my nice pussy stuffed full of hard cock. Maybe I should warn you that I get sort of wild when I fuck." She grinned mischievously. "Now, have I told you enough to convince you that I want to fuck, or should I go on?"
"I understand, but you can tell me some more if you want to. I like to hear you talk sexy. I want to fuck you too, Amy. I want to fuck you until your head swims!"
"Well, just in case you're interested, I love to suck cock. And I'm a damn good cocksucker. Everything I do, I do well." She reached back and unzipped her dress. "Do you like to suck pussy."
"Love it," he said.
She pulled the bottom of her dress up over her hips and sat down on the edge of the bed. She chuckled again and held her arms over her head. "Help me."
He took hold of her dress and started pulling. The dress slid up, exposing her lovely legs and firm, shapely thighs. A lacy powder-blue garter belt girded her naked loins, supporting sheer hose. Her splendid tits came into view, riding high and firm on her chest, nestled in a lacy, powder-blue bra that matched her garter belt. The half-cup bra did more to accentuate the big mounds than cover them. He pulled her dress over her head and tossed it across the room.
She opened her legs slightly. Just enough to show the soft, fluffy blonde hair covering her crotch. She put her hands behind her, leaned back and arched her back to emphasize her tits.
"Rumor around the station house says you're pretty well-hung, Mark. Take off your clothes and show me."
"Have you been hiding out in the men's room?" he teased. He began to undress as if someone had challenged him to a race.
"No, but that isn't a bad idea. Don't tell me that you've already forgotten the other female officers you've fucked?"
"Zap," he laughed. "No, I haven't forgotten them. I just didn't know they talked so freely about their private lives."
"Honey, when girls get together and have a few drinks, the things they talk about would curl your hair."
His pushed his pants and shorts down together. His partially hard cock sprang up and bounced gently. In an unconscious, typically male gesture, he lifted his balls and cock in his palm and posed for her.
"Remarkable," she said softly.
Lascivious images filled her mind. She contemplated the lewd, hedonistic, fun she would have with the man she had long wanted to fuck. And the only implements needed were his mouth and the one jutting from his loins. She sat up, her back ramrod straight, and removed her bra, leaving her naked except for the blue garter belt, sheer hose and white shoes. Her heavy tit mounds swung free and jiggled gently. She opened her legs wider, inviting him to look at her hairy pussy.
"See, I told you I shave only the essential places," she said.
The expression on her face changed to one of utter lasciviousness. She slid off the bed in front of him. She lifted his prick in one hand and cupped his balls with her other hand. Slowly, in a gesture of absolute wantonness, she pressed the smooth, bare knob of his cock to her lips. She rubbed the head of his prick all over her face, her neck, then down to her tits. She squeezed his cock between her firm tits, her hands on the outside of the large mounds, pushing them together, holding the shaft of his cock captive. He stood in a slight crouch so his prick would stay between her tits.
Abruptly, she shed her public persona and adopted the one she liked better-a randy, lusty wench who would fuck your brains out! She felt lewd. She wanted to be lewd. She cuddled his cock tighter between her tits and swayed back and forth, smiling down at it. She bent a little lower and the head of his cock popped up between her tits. Her long tongue flicked out and swiped across the broad, warm knob.
He moaned deep in his chest as her tongue began to tickle lightly back and forth, the tip just touching the end of his swollen cock.
"God, that feels wonderful!" he hissed. "Take it in your mouth!"
"I'll be your cocksucker later. Hush and let me play-She bent her head further and let the flat of her tongue wash across the head of his cock. He moaned again, deeper this time. She looked up at him and grinned.
"Anyone ever licked your cock?"
"No," he groaned.
"Feels pretty good, doesn't it?
"God, yes!"
"Which do you like best, getting your cock sucked or fucking a lively cunt?"
"My God, woman! Don't ask me things like that at a time like this!"
She chuckled again, a deep sexy chuckle he had heard so often around the station. A laugh that made his blood run hot with carnal desire and his brain turn to oatmeal. He let his head fall back and his eyes close.
She bent her head again and began to lick the head of the prick she held captive between her solid, generous tits. Her tongue swirled full tilt over and around the knob, teasing him. He tangled his fingers in her short blonde hair and held her head close to his crotch. She puckered her full red lips and kissed his cockhead. Then she made a big oval as he pulled her head forward and her warm, wet mouth closed over his pulsating prick. She gurgled with happiness and began to suck hard.
Her provocative mouth thrilled him to the core. He couldn't wait to fuck her. He fucked other women regularly, some of them just as horny as Amy. None of them even came close to being as hot and ready to fuck, as uninhibited and exciting as this one.
Amy acted like a whore, because, at that moment, she felt like a whore. Mark was woman-smart, knew how a woman wanted him to treat her as soon as she did. This one wanted the strong jungle man routine tonight. Nothing rough, but definitely the strong male taking charge.
He grabbed her under the arms, picked her up, and tossed her on the bed. She landed with her legs wide apart. Her puffy cunt lips and mound jutted. Her pink, glistening slit appeared to wink at him. He jumped on the bed on his knees, between her splayed legs, grabbed her thighs and pulled her ass toward him.
Instinctively, she reached down, seized his cock and aimed the head at her hot fuck-hole. She got the bloated knob between her cunt lips just in time. He yanked her toward him and buried his prick to the hilt in her tight sheath. He released her legs and stuck his hands under her ample ass. He clung firmly to her firm ass cheeks and began to fuck her mightily.
"Oh, yes!" Amy cried happily. "Fuck me like that! Give me all of your hard cock! Fuck me, Mark! Fuck me good!"
She didn't have to tell him how she wanted him to fuck her, but hearing her utter the words stimulated him. He liked to hear a woman spew vulgar expressions when he fucked them. He didn't care what they said. He just liked it.
He fucked her so hard they bounced across the bed. She turned and twisted and writhed actively, matching him move for move. She threw her ass around, jerked her hips up and down, gripped him with her legs. He could have remained perfectly motionless and still had a great fuck.
Lost in erotic euphoria, they didn't realize they had reached the edge of the bed. They fell over the side and hit the floor with a loud thump. She locked her legs around his neck and lifted her ass so only her neck and shoulders touched the carpet. He continued to fuck her as hard as he could, driving her across the room.
The thick, plush carpet burned her tender skin. The marks would be difficult to explain to Pete Austin later. She didn't know what the carpet was doing to her, and couldn't have cared less if she had. Her concern lay between her legs, with the long prong stuck up her cunt, sawing in and out, fucking her so gloriously.
She slid across the floor until her head banged into the wall. The blow dazed her for a moment. She blinked her eyes rapidly several times, then once again became aware of his prick pistoning in and out of her pussy. She smiled dreamily and threw her cunt at him.
Mark held onto Amy's legs and tried to fuck her ass into the floor. She babbled with glee and matched him stroke for stroke. His ass began to move faster as he drove his prick into her.
She felt his pounding prick swell and stretch her cunt so wonderfully, then he began to pour white, hot cream into her quivering belly. His orgasm triggered hers. She warbled her pleasure with audacious cries and moans. He continued to fuck on and on, unmindful of her total surrender to her consuming bliss and his rampaging prick.
She grabbed his ass and held him in place as she fucked him. The walls of her cunt contracted, squeezing his cock, coaxing all the cum from him. She finished off her own climax and milked the last drop of cum from his prick. Then she released him and lay back, beaming broadly.
"Now that's what I call a fantastic fuck, lover!" He withdrew his prick and knelt between her legs. His cock dangled between his legs, half-hard, coated with a mixture of their fuck juice.
She lifted her head and eyed his cock. "Got any left?"
"Oh, we might be able to coax another shot out of it if we work at it."
"Well, big boy, you just climb back on the bed with me and let's see what comes up." They climbed back on the bed and lay on their side, facing each other. He began to caress her thigh, working his way upward toward her love triangle. She grasped his cock and began to play with it. She lifted her upper leg and put her foot on the bed, spreading her legs for him. He fooled around with her pussy, kneading her hairy mound and fingering her slit. He opened the wet lips, exposing the pink splendor of her glistening gash and small love hole.
"Hmmm, that looks good enough to eat," he said.
"If you don't, I'll be very disappointed," she replied as she rolled onto her back and spread her legs wider.
He rolled onto his belly between her elegant thighs. He gave her soggy snatch a couple of loving licks, then buried his mouth in her slit and wormed his tongue deep into her sticky love hole.
She groaned with delight and responsively curled her mound up so he could get his tongue deeper into her sexy love box. She loved the glorious feeling of cumming on a cock. Cumming on an active tongue right after she took a load of jism in her cunt gave her a particular feeling of fulfillment. Her feeling of lewdness and depravity were sublime. She closed her eyes and began to fondle her tits as she undulated her hips.
He slid his hands under her, cupped her splendid ass cheeks and lifted her mound to his mouth. His tongue made several passes up and down her slit, then settled in on her rigid clitoris and began to aggravate the large, swollen love button unmercifully.