Story Code: M/F, MM/F, F/F, Drugs, Rape, Public Sex, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Interracial, Prostitution, Incest, Anal, Light bondage

After training with Northamptonshire's police force I was slotted into a very small village as the first female village bobby Northampton had ever employed. It wasn't like being a copper at all really; crime was so rare in my picturesque little village that I was almost being paid for doing nothing at all. I married John, a village man, and he moved into the police cottage with me and life went on quietly for the next twenty years, nothing rocked the boat until I had an accident while I was on holiday.

John had taken me on holiday for my fortieth birthday, we were walking the coastal path around the coast of Wales and I slipped and fell eighty feet from the path to the beach below. I was in hospital for three months and had to recuperate for another six months and while I was off work my village beat was swallowed up by the next beat bobby from the next village. The police bicycle was replaced by a van and I got the hard choice...my inspector called it a golden opportunity...I'd worked for twenty years so had another five years before I could collect a police pension but, because of the accident, my bosses were willing to offer me early retirement or, I could go back to work but I'd have to relocate to the City office and become a 'Real copper' for the first time in my life.

Fortunately I got light duties because of my recent illness so I wouldn't be running around the streets of Northampton. I discovered that I'd been assigned to custody, I'd spend all day fetching and carrying for prisoners in the cells but I had a friend in the city office and when I finally went back to work, the first time I'd worn a uniform in a year, I was called into the duty sergeant's office and told that I'd been assigned temporarily to CID so my uniform was off again just fifteen minutes after my shift started. I'd never worked with anyone else before and so it was a shock to find myself teamed up with a twenty-five year old 'Fast tracker', a university graduate who joined the police after university and spent only six months in uniform before being moved into CID and starting his rise through the ranks.

I shook Gavin's hand when we were introduced, he was already a Detective Sergeant and well on his way to becoming the youngest Detective Inspector in the force's history. He inspected me as if I was a soldier about to go on parade, obviously the clothes that I'd come to work in that morning didn't impress Gavin very much, "Never mind, you can be in the observation van...no one will see you in there."

I was directed out to a blue electrician's van in the side street behind central station, the logo on the side of the van was for 'Peel Electrics', with a Doncaster address and telephone number, the side door was already open and it looked like a jumble of tools and wire inside. Gavin lifted a latch and the mess slid towards the rear of the van exposing a bank of TV screens and recording equipment. The van had numerous cameras mounted around the outside as well as powerful directional microphones. I climbed into the van and took a seat at the desk. It was like an office chair but it was bolted to the floor and had a seatbelt fitted to it. the fake equipment tray was slid back into position, hiding me and the equipment desk if the sliding door was opened, and the sliding door closed.

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The van was driven to a side road in the centre of Northampton, there was a house undergoing renovation on the main road so people were well used to seeing contractor's vans tucked out of the way in the side street a few yards away from a group of young men dealing drugs. It was two o'clock in the afternoon when the van parked. Gavin opened the sliding side door and took a tool box out of the sliding disguise tray, he asked me if I was okay and I told him that I was. The sliding door was closed again and I was left alone. My radio burped, "The people we're interested in are already here on the corner, can you see them okay?"

"I can Gavin, I can see three men and I can hear them talking as well."

"Just do a capture now, save what you have already recorded and play it back, just to make sure everything is working properly."

"Will-co."

I started filming the comings and goings on the corner of the side street, I'd get registration numbers of cars that were driven up to buy drugs and record the transaction, then I'd report out to another of the team, giving them the registration number of the car and the direction it took. One of the team in an unmarked car followed the buyer and at a safe distance a marked car was brought in to stop the buyer's car on an imaginary road traffic infringement. The car would be searched, the drugs found and the buyer would be taken away for a blood test. Even if a joint had been smoked three days earlier there would still be enough of the drug in their system to get them a heavy fine and a ban for driving under the influence.

At six o'clock, after thirty drug buyers had been busted I came across a problem, I'd been in the back of the van for four hours and I was desperate for a pee so I put in a call to Gavin.

"Sarge, what do I do for a toilet break in the observation van?"

"We usually use the empty bottles by the back doors of the van."

"Not so easy for me boss!"

"I'll have to think of something, we can't move the van now...we'll never get a parking spot in that street at this time of day. I'll be bringing your lunch after I've processed the latest buyer, chicken, pizza or Chinese?"

"I could murder a special foo young. Are there any knives and forks in here?"

"I'll make sure that they put some cutlery in at the restaurant."

I watched Gavin walk past the three drug dealers carrying a cardboard box in his hands, he opened the side door of the van and pushed the box through a rubber flap at the bottom of the fake tool tray that blocked the surveillance equipment from the outside world whenever the doors were opened.

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I found a funnel in the box on top of a plastic bag full of food. Gavin had bought me a large foo young, a small fried rice and a bag of prawn crackers, there were packets of salt and pepper as well as a plastic knife and fork.

Gavin had closed the sliding door and locked it before walking back towards the three drug dealers, he stopped and looked back at the van, he pointed his keys at the van and the lights flashed and the alarm beeped, I heard Gavin say, "Forget my bloody head if it were loose...hey mate, is there a decent chippy around here?"

The guy I'd marked as the leader of the gang laughed, "The only one around here is three streets away but I'd never recommend it to anyone."

"Shit...just what I need, I've got at least another four hours work and the last time I ate was breakfast"

I saw the drug dealer pop his hand in his jacket pocket and he handed Gavin a card, "This is my cousin's place, Tell him Brian gave you his number and he'll deliver whatever you want and you won't end up on the toilet for twenty-four hours after eating it."

"Thanks mate, you're a life saver."

As Gavin disappeared around the corner I heard him giving out Brian's cousin's address to the clean-up team to go and have a sniff around with the sniffer dogs.

He also ordered a cod and chips over the phone to be delivered to the house where the builders were working...just to keep up the pretence of him being an electrician working late on the house renovation.

I butted in as soon as Gavin was out of site of the dealers, "Gavin, what was the funnel for?"

"It goes in the top of the empty bottle by the door!"

Dawn broke over my befuddled brain as I realised what he meant, the funnel was a female adaptation to the in-van toilet arrangements, so I said, "Oh!" and left it at that.

At ten o'clock I was out of hours but the stream of customers had increased at the drug dealers so after a conversation with Gavin and a phone call home to John, I started my first ever overtime session in twenty years. Gavin walked back around the corner with his toolbox and stopped to talk to Brian, "Thanks for the tip off about your cousin's chip shop mate...I don't suppose that you know anywhere around here where I could get a room for the night?"

"Didn't you finish today?"

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"Not quite, I fitted an immersion heater but the thermostat was broken so I'm going to have to do thirty minutes work tomorrow morning, I'll get a replacement stat from the supplier as soon as they open, I'm going to bed down here for the night just to save me another two hundred mile round trip tomorrow."

"Nowhere around here mate...not that I know of."

"What are the pigs like around here, will they move me on if they catch me sleeping in my van?"

"No...you're safe here, police avoid this street when they're patrolling!"

"That's good to know!"

Gavin climbed into the front of the van and settled himself down on the double passenger seat with his feet over the driver's seat, "Did you hear the comment about the local beat boys?"

"Yes, do you believe him?"

"Something you could check on, link into the national database, see if there are any arrests or comments about this beat."

"I know how to use the system but I haven't been given a password or username, I was cancelled off of the system last year when I had my accident."

Gavin sounded angry but he told me his details so that I could log into the system and between the job of radioing details of drug buyers through to the chase team and recording the transactions for potential court cases I was searching for reports.

"You still awake boss?"

"Of course I am...what have you found?"

"Ten reports in the last year, complaints from local residents, the general pattern seems to be a complaint is made late at night and the site visit is made the following morning, the local boys seem to be avoiding this area in the afternoons and evenings. I can almost plot their movements on a map from their timestamps and they never seem to dip into the streets on this side of the main road."

"I'll pass what we've found over to internal investigations, see if the local boys are on Brian's payroll"

At two o'clock in the morning there was a lull in the customers visiting the corner of the road to buy supplies, I took the opportunity to use the empty bottle and the funnel to empty my bladder and there was a scraping sound from the front of the van, there was a small sliding panel between the front and rear of the van and Gavin had just opened it as I was hovering over the funnel trying to get all of my pee stream into the bottle.

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"Sorry Vicky, I was just going to call an end to the operation."

Gavin had looked away when he realised that I was peeing, I had no idea how much he'd seen of my toilet routine but once in flow, there was no way I could stop or move, both of my hands were in use stopping me falling over as I peed.

I moved back into my seat and Gavin looked through the opening again, "I've had an idea, put a call in through the three nines, make an anonymous tip off that you've just seen three men selling drugs on the corner, let's see what happens."

I put the call in and although I was asked several times for my details I refused to say more than the fact that there were three men selling drugs right now on the corner of my street.

We had the radio links open and heard the message being flashed out to the two police officers that were working our beat. As soon as the officers responded to the call my computer screen flashed up a position for them provided by the integrated GPS signal that overlaid the reply from their car.

"Where are they?"

"My screen shows them at the truck stop on the 'A-five', probably getting a cup of tea."

"They're eight miles outside their patrol area."

The radio burbled again, "Can't respond to the last call at the moment, we're dealing with a drunk on Kettering Road, it'll take about thirty minutes before we can get there."

My outside microphone picked up a telephone ringtone, Brian answered his phone and as he was talking he looked around and said to the two men with him, "Has there been a woman walking past here recently?"

"No one walking for thirty minutes Bri."

"Some busy-body's just reported us to the police, she said that she could see us right now so she must live close by."

"I thought that we'd sorted out the locals, convinced them not to stick their noses into our business."

"Well, it shouldn't take us long to find a young English woman around here, they're mostly Asians or coffin dodgers."

I recorded the three men walking to their car, it was a fully loaded BMW X-Five with all of its windows tinted. There was a puff of smoke as the driver started the engine but before the car got a chance to roll, two large blocker vans rolled into place, one touching the front bumper of the X-Five and the other touching the rear!

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Gavin started our van's engine as the three drug dealers were pulled from their car by armed police officers, "You need me to drop you off at home?"

"I need a toilet, any toilet that's open at this time of night."

"You've just used the bottle, I saw you."

"What I need the toilet for won't go through a funnel into a bottle!"

Gavin drove the half mile to the nearest public toilet that was open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. I ran into the ladies toilet and dived into the first open toilet stall. I was so desperate to use the toilet that I didn't even bother hovering, I just pulled my knickers and tights down and sat on the can.

I was about half way through my dump when I noticed movement just under the toilet roll hanging on the wall of the toilet, a rather large, rather long cock slid through a hole that had been hidden by the toilet paper hanging down. Even though I was busy I took my telephone from my handbag and snapped a picture of the cock coming through the wall and sent it to Gavin with a message, 'I need a little help in here boss!'

Gavin ran into the toilet and knocked on the door to the stall next to the one I was using, the man in there put on a fake voice, trying to imitate a woman's pitch and timbre, "Occupied love!"

I heard the crunching of Formica as Gavin pressed his weight into the door and sprang the lock. The man was caught standing against the wall between the two cubicles with his cock sticking through to my stall.

Gavin called in the two beat coppers that had warned the drug dealers and they turned up in three minutes flat, Gavin handed the pervert over to the beat boys to take into central and book him in for a night in our cells.

I was sitting in the front of the van as Gavin drove towards my little village, "What about my car?"

"It'll be okay in the car park at base and I'll be picking you up for work tomorrow, I'll need you to dress a little sexier, low cut top, short skirt, lacy bra, stockings...self support or with suspender belt."

"What the hell for?"

"I could say that it would make spending the day with you go a little sweeter but we're working the red light district tomorrow, I'll be in the van next time and you'll be walking around on the street."

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My mind was in a spin all the way home, I'd been a little turned on since the first time I pulled my knickers down in the back of the van to take a pee, that level of excitement jumped when Gavin looked in on me and now I had the picture of the guy with the massive cock in my head, he had to have been looking when I pulled my knickers down to use the toilet and then when he fed his massive cock through the wall I was really turned on, I had to fight the urge to grab his cock and do the right thing. I was suddenly grateful for a holiday I'd taken with John just a month earlier, my first ever foreign beach holiday, I'd discovered on that holiday that John got turned on by men looking at me on the beach. On the first day I'd worn my one piece swimming costume and discovered that John loved the way men looked at me, he talked me into buying a bikini and putting my hair in braids before our second visit to the beach, I looked like a teenager with elephantitus of the breasts and men buzzed around me all day. On the third day John talked me into buying a micro-mini skirt, sexy thong and bra set and a very revealing crop top so that men would buzz around me in the bars and restaurants after a day on the beach. If anyone had looked through my wardrobe a month ago it would have looked like I was a man or something, I didn't have a single sexy outfit but after two weeks in Southern Spain, I'd come home with three bikinis and five complete sexy outfits suitable for the disco scene in Alicante.

There was an almost electric buzz between my thighs when I closed my front door, John would have been sleeping for close to five hours, in fact he would have to wake up for work in two hours time, I was tempted to sleep in the spare bedroom so that I didn't disturb him...and of course, I had that little buzz between my thighs, in the spare room I could take care of that little issue myself.

I climbed the stairs and walked past my bedroom door, "Hey baby, is that you?"

I stopped in my tracks, "Sorry darling, I didn't mean to wake you...I was going to sleep in the spare room."

"No problem but now that I'm awake...you may as well sleep with me."

I stripped off and climbed into bed, I didn't bother with my nighty and as I snuggled up against John I rocked my hips so that my abdomen rubbed against his pyjama covered bottom. John rolled over to face me and he kissed me, as he slipped his tongue into my mouth he rubbed his hand between my legs. "Wow, you're turned on!"

"Just busted a flasher in a public toilet, he had a monster cock."

"I thought that you were on a drugs stake-out!"

"I needed a toilet after twelve hours in the back of a van and the only open toilet came with..." I had to stop at that point because John had rolled me onto my back and was on me, his cock wasn't the size of the pervert's but it was big enough to knock the wind out of my body, "...hot and cold running perverts!"

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I took as much pleasure from John as I could before he reached his point of no return and then I got an evil thought, I pressed down with my right arm on the mattress and heaved John over onto his back just as his swimmers were lining up on the blocks, eager for the starters pistol to go off.

I did a cow-girl move on John and managed to control his 'Expectations' enough to get three orgasms before he pushed me over onto my back again and fucked me like a stallion for fifteen minutes. When he finally climaxed it felt like a hosepipe had been pushed up my cunt and turned on full blast...for the first time in close to twenty years I actually felt his seed jetting deep in my body.

We fell asleep in each other's arms but it was only for thirty minutes before John's alarm clock sounded and woke us both up. I made us both bacon sandwiches for breakfast while John got ready for work and then I went back to bed and fell into the sleep of the dead.

I woke up to a pounding sound deep in my head, it felt like the way I'd wake up if I'd been out on the wine all night but then I realised that the pounding wasn't in my head, it was at the front door, I looked at the time and it was a quarter to twelve. I looked out of my bedroom window to see a plumber's van in the street and suddenly Gavin stepped into view looking up at my bedroom window.

I stepped back but not fast enough, so now he'd seen me pissing in the back of the van and he'd seen my tits through my bedroom window as well. I pulled a dressing gown on and went down to let Gavin in, I made him a coffee while I took a shower and got ready for my hooker assignment.

"Wow, you look great for a woman of your age."
"Well...thanks for the 'looking great' comment but a little less so the 'for a woman of my age' part."

"I hope you'll take it as a compliment, I'm usually drawn to younger women but you...I could really go for you looking like that."

"Well, I'm as ready as I'm going to be I guess."

Gavin produced a shoulder bag and held it against my skirt, he pulled a face, "It doesn't match...will it matter very much?"

"I have my own hand bag thanks...mind you, that doesn't much match my outfit either."

"Yes...but your handbag doesn't have a pinhole camera in the buckle on its shoulder strap or a transmitter linked to the recording equipment in the van."

I inspected the bag, there was no way I could have spotted the lens of the camera even though I knew it was there, I lifted the flap on the bag, there was a packet of tissues, a large box of condoms, a thong, a purse and a mobile phone, there was also a silver rivet where the strap met the bag and that was a hidden on/off switch so that I could record men approaching me up close.

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I gave Gavin a surprised look!

"It's a kit for hooker patrol, just in case someone grabs your bag, the phone comes preloaded with two hundred men's contacts in its contacts, they all link through to our control room where a man will answer and pretend to know you...it's all just in case, every eventuality covered."

We walked out to the van, it was yellow and sign written for 'Peel Emergency Plumbing', and a London address and telephone number. Gavin pulled the door open and slid the messy tool tray out of the way. I looked inside the van, it was exactly the same as the electrician's van from yesterday.

"How many of these vans do we have?"

"Just one, the garage peeled the electrical company's vinyl wrap off this morning and recovered it in the new vinyl, it only takes them two hours, they don't have to make a brilliant job of it, it needs to look a little grubby."

There was an oily smudge just behind the sliding door as if the runner holding the sliding door in place had dripped down the side of the van but it was actually printed into the plastic wrap glued to the side of the van.

I drove to the red light district and parked on the front of an empty factory unit, I parked with the driver's side to the wall of the building so that I could slip out without being seen by anyone out on the street. I had one of the tiny in ear radio units that looked like a miniature hearing aid. I was just about to step out from behind the van when my ear piece crackled, "Stop, someone's walking past."

I waiting until Gavin told me that the coast was clear before I stepped out into the street. I made sure that I was in sight of the van and its array of hidden cameras as I walked up and down. To make a bust the man had to approach me and offer me cash for sex or offer to sell me drugs. We didn't really mind which but the arrest did involve me getting into a car with them so that we could drive away from the red light district so that the arrest didn't drive away other customers or working girls.

Gavin managed to film and record three prostitutes before anyone approached me. Our chase team made the arrests in various out of the way car parks and blind alleyways.

A trucker pulled up at the side of me and asked me if I knew the way to the local refuse site. I rattled off the list of directions, "That's too difficult to remember love...if you're not busy...perhaps you could jump in here with me and show me the way!"

Gavin's voice came through my ear, "We don't have anyone to back you up and he hasn't incriminated himself...walk away from him."

"Sorry love, I'm a little busy at the moment, when you get out onto the main road ask again."

The driver looked disappointed and drove slowly down the road looking for another woman to entice into his cab.

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"You sound excited!"

"What?"

"I can hear your breathing and your heartbeat...sounds to me like you're turned on."

"Not something I can help, he was handsome and I got the feeling that he wanted more than directions from me."

"I've never been linked with anyone who's reacted quite so rapidly or so dramatically...I can see that I'm going to have to watch you like a hawk."

I felt another jump in my excitement level just from him telling me just how easily he could read my body's reaction through the little transceiver built into my ear and as my excitement level jumped I heard Gavin laughing in my ear.

"Tango two back on station."

Gavin's voice crackled in my ear, "Vicky, we have a chase car free so start parading again."

I started walking up and down, we'd taken three women off the street so even though it was early I was getting a lot of interest from passing drivers, every time I spoke to one of the men Gavin chuckled in my ear because I was getting turned on by the men's attempts at picking me up. I couldn't do anything to entrap the punters and they'd seen enough 'Police Procedures' on TV to know not to tell a woman what they wanted for cash out in the street so I ended up dancing around the issue, talking to lots of men, getting more and more turned on as my shift went on.

The area we were working wasn't the street where the high end whores worked, the women who had a room to go to while they earned a living, take the sex off the streets and into the privacy of a flat or a house. We were working the bottom of the heap, the women who would screw a guy in the street to get enough money for their next drug fix, the girls who created a nuisance to the good citizens of the area, fuck in public spaces, litter the place with used condoms, skanky tissues and then used syringes as well. We'd got the job of hunting the whores, the johns, the pimps and the drug dealers all in one operation.

At six o'clock Gavin called a break for lunch, I stood at the back of the van and as soon as Gavin gave me the all clear, I ducked down the side of the van and into the driving seat, I drove the van to a pub a mile away from the street we had been working, four cars and our plumber's van. I was the first to walk into the pub and the landlord jumped out from behind the bar, "Sorry love, I'm not allowed to serve you, you can use the toilet if you need to and rest for ten minutes but then you have to go or I could lose my licence."

Gavin's voice crackled in my ear again, "Ha...ha, he thinks you're a real prostitute!"

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I gave the landlord a sweet smile, I'd seen the license plate over the front door of the pub and it gave joint licensees names, I said, "Are you Joseph Somali or Paul Scofield?"

"I'm Paul, why?"

"I need to know whom to cite in my defamation of character court case."

"What?"

"Well, you've just called me a common prostitute and when we get to court I'll be able to prove that I'm not!"

I was suddenly surrounded by my eight co-workers and Gavin asked the landlord if we could push two tables together, "It's Harry's fiftieth birthday party and we'd like to have a meal together."

Because it was our lunch and not our dinner we really needed something a little simpler than the dinner menu so the landlord allowed us to pick from his lunchtime menu rather than his dinner menu. The pub was old, built in the Victorian era and massive but since the number of drinkers fell the pub had started doing meals as well as real music, quiz nights and live sports matches on big screen TVs...anything to draw customers in to the pub.

I finished my meal first and two of the guys with a sweet tooth had ordered puddings so we'd be waiting a little longer before we returned to the red light district.

It sounded like thunder rolling in, I looked out of the back window of the pub but couldn't see a sign of clouds so was curious about where the thunder was coming from, Gavin and I both still had our in-ear communicators in so as I stood up I said, "I'm just going to check, something sounds wrong!"

I walked along the passageway past the toilets to the front door, the thunder was getting louder and suddenly its source came into view. At first it looked like a big banana but when it turned into the car park it was a sports car, the name on the front said it was a Hennessey, I realised that it had to be the Venom F5, this was no rich man's toy, this was a million pound plus car, this was for the seriously wealthy.

I took the mobile phone out of the shoulder bag and dialled the telephone number that was plastered on the side of the fake plumbers van, "Hi, Vicky Clark here, can you check on a car registration number for me please, it looks like 'SOM 41I' or that could be an 'L' at the end."

The answer came back in a flash, "Neither option is a registered vehicle index mark."

"Well, it looks like it's an American car, a 'Hennessey Venom F5', could it be an American plate?"

"Impossible, only twenty four of those cars were ever made, there is only two registered in the whole of the UK, it must be a kit car."

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"Sure sounds like an eight litre engine to me...look, I told you this morning that I wasn't coming straight home from work, it's Harry's birthday, We're all at the Queen's head having a birthday drink."

The driver of the Hennessey was a very large African man, he'd stepped out of the car while I was talking to our control room so I had to pretend to be talking to my husband on the telephone. His face split into a dazzling white grin as he walked towards me listening to my conversation, he wasn't the only one listening in, my ear crackled, "Problem Vicky?"

I shouted out "No!" at the top of my voice and pretended to end the call as theatrically as I could.

"Hi baby...husband trouble?"

"Dickhead trouble...sorry, just a bad day."

"So, you here for a birthday party?"

"Yes, a guy from work...that's all!"

"Well, you look angry; let me get you something to drink."

I smiled at him, he certainly dressed and looked like the kind of man who could afford to drive a million pound car, I thought for a moment, the car was definitely hooky, could have been stolen, definitely not a kosher registration and definitely not the kind of car that you would expect to be parked in a back street pub in Northampton. I looked at our three chase cars, they deliberately looked old and down at heel even though they could reach over one hundred and sixty miles an hour in the hands of our trained chase drivers but the Hennessey could reach almost twice that speed if their publicity blurbs were to be believed. I nodded my head, "Great...thanks"

"Vicky, what's going on?"

I walked back into the pub and headed for the bar area but just after the doors to the toilets he grabbed my elbow and stopped me, not in there, come up to my place."

"Is this your pub?"

"I'm the owner and joint licence holder."

"So, you're Joseph Somali then, I noticed your unusual name above the front door."

"Well, I'm really Somali Joe but your British Authorities insist on an Anglicised name for all official forms."

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I pressed the on button on my shoulder bag as Joe pressed the code into the electronic lock, I had no idea if the camera could see his fingers pressing the keys but it should at least record the tune that was played as his fingers worked the lock.

Gavin crackled in my ear, "I'm heading out to the van...just in case...okay, I've got your back."

The door opened outwards which was unusual in a public building like a pub, unusual and dangerous. The bottom of the stairs started at the door...that explained why the door had to open outwards. I realised what the stairs had been there for, when the pub was first built it would have had a functions room above the bar, a room that could be used for dances, theatrical performances, parties...even educational sessions but now it had been closed off as a private area for Somali Joe to use.

The door was one hundred year old oak so was very substantial but once it was opened I saw a quarter of an inch steel plate had been fixed to the back of the door, it would have taken a bazooka shell to get through that door. Gavin walked past behind me as Somali Joe pushed me ahead of him up the stairs. A shiver ran through my body when I remembered how I was dressed, micro mini skirt, stockings and lacy suspender belt with matching thong, Joe would be able to see everything I'd got under my skirt if I was more than three steps ahead of him on the stairs.

All thoughts of Joe behind me disappeared when a door at the top of the stairs opened and another African popped his head out of the door, he was holding what looked like a pistol in his hand in the darkness at the top of the stairs, "Who the fuck are you...oh, sorry boss, I didn't see you behind her!"

I looked above the man's head at the top of the stairs, a little red blinking LED light gave away the camera looking down the stairs.

"Does he have a gun Joe?" I hadn't mentioned the gun because I was scared of it, it was just to let Gavin know that I'd seen a gun in the room above the bar.

"Don't worry about Amal, he's here for my protection, he won't hurt you unless I tell him to. Joe closed the door. I took a deep breath as I started to climb the stairs, Joe wasn't following me, he either wanted me to get high enough for him to see my arse clearly or...I looked over my shoulder and saw Joe lowering a heavy iron bar across the doorway, it was fixed by a pivot on the hinge side of the door and was captured by two cradles fixed on the back of the door and on the lock side of the door there was an opening in the brick wall that also held the iron bar. The upper level of the bar was more like fort Knox.

Joe started to climb the stairs after me and his grin almost lit up the dark stairway when he saw what I was wearing under my skirt.

Amal was holding the door open at the top of the stairs, Gavin was talking to me as I climbed the stairs but the closer to the top of the stairs the weaker and more distorted his voice became. When I got closer to the top I realised that what I'd thought was a pistol in Amal's hand was actually an Ingram MAC 10 machine pistol, now I was worried. Joe pushed me further into the room and Amal closed the door behind us, I spotted yet another steel plate fitted to the door at the top of the stairs.

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We were in what had been the old function room, I'd seen the windows from the car park, it had four large windows overlooking the car park, I'd even seen that the curtains were closed as well but now that I was inside the room, there were no windows and no curtains, what there was where the windows had been was a modern concrete block wall and by the fact that my ear piece was now totally silent, between the new block wall and the old nine inch solid brick wall was a film of metal, probably earthed to create a Faraday Cage.

Joe took my shoulder bag and emptied the contents out onto a large table top. I focused on the contents of my shoulder bag and then beyond. A third African man was counting out twenty pound notes, he was banding them in blocks of the thousand pounds and then vacuumed packing them in lots of ten, solid paper bricks containing one hundred thousand pounds and there were more than ten of the larger blocks. Joe flicked through my telephone, "A whole lot of men in your contacts."

I shrugged my shoulders, Amal walked past me almost sniffing at my perfume as he passed me, he was working on another table, he had what looked like the concrete building blocks, nine inches long by six inches tall and four and a half inches wide. He was using a bush knife to slice and dice the blocks, he was weighing small cubes of about one inch by one inch. He was using the trimmings from the cutting process to make the weight up to the standard and then dropping it into a plastic zip lock bag.

Each bag would sell on the street for twenty pounds, ten years earlier it would have sold for five times that amount, such was the widespread availability of cannabis on England's streets these days. Just a quick scan around the room showed that Somali Joe's operation was a million pounds a week business at least...Joe wasn't a street dealer, he was an area supplier and all of a sudden I was out of radio contact with the rest of my team and there was no way that they could get in to help me.

I was back facing Joe again now, he'd spread out the thong on the table and he'd placed the box of condoms on top of the knickers and the tissues next to them, he turned to face me and grinned again, "You're a whore!"

"I'm not..." I had to think fast on my feet and I didn't have the help of Gavin's inventive mind in my ear, "...It's Harry's birthday...the condoms are in case he gets me drunk enough to get lucky..."

"Well, unless this Harry is super human that only accounts for one...maybe two condoms...you have ten!"

"Well, I'm not proud of it but if Harry get's me drunk enough to get lucky, the other seven will want a try...if I'm that drunk they might all get lucky!"

Joe's grin turned into a belly laugh, "So, how many drinks would it take to get you drunk enough to allow eight of your colleagues to fuck you?"

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I shrugged my shoulders, when I was at university, probably eight or ten shorts...I haven't done anything like it since I got married."

"So...back in the day...it would have probably cost eight to ten pounds to get into your knickers..." he picked up a small plastic bag, "...and today, that might cost thirty to forty quid, just one of these little pills will have the same effect for just five pounds."

He took a single pill out of the bag and stepped toward me, "Let's see if we can help Harry to get his birthday jollies without you feeling shit all day tomorrow."

The pill was forced into my mouth and suddenly the guy counting the money was there with a bottle of beer, he pressed it to my lips and forced me to drink some of it.

"What was that?"

"That's a little pharmaceutical that I have made for my customers, it's called 'Extra XTC', it's a double strength tablet, ninety percent ecstasy and ten percent Flunitrazipam mix to get a party started off on the right tracks."

There was a faint buzzing in my head, not Gavin on my earpiece this time but the starting overture of the pill that had just been forced down my throat. I'd spent twenty years as a village bobby where life was quieter than the grave but I'd still been forced to attend drugs training along with the rest of the police service so I knew exactly what effect the MDMA in the ecstasy tablet would have on my body, removing any signs of inhibition but leaving my free will...my choice making ability, the small trace of Flunitrazipam though, that was designed to remove a person's free will.

My mind started to wander under the effects of the drugs I'd taken, I'd known the moment that Joe offered to buy me a drink that he wanted to fuck me, I may be forty years old but I looked much younger, I was blond with an elfin face, short and skinny in all the places that mattered but big in the place that men often wanted a woman to be big...I was actually only thirty-six inch 'D' cup on top but on my small body it made me look massively endowed. I'd planned to allow Joe to get close, get his cock knocking on my door as it were before calling in the cavalry and stopping things. Get my turn on but stop Joe getting to the finish line.

I giggled as the thoughts ran through my head, I was going to get fucked whether I wanted to or not.

Joe started kissing me, his hands on my hips, I wanted to look down, wanted to see his coal black hands against my alabaster skin, the top I was wearing was a Jersey knit in scarlet with a very low scoped neckline, and three quarter sleeves, the shoulder was only half an inch wide so there was a lot of collarbone on show as well as the edge of the lace surrounding my bra cups and the bottom hem was an inch above the waistband of my white pleated skirt. My bra, thong and suspender belt were also scarlet and my stockings were RHT with seams up the back in American tan.
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Joe kissed his way down to the exposed flesh of my décolletage and he was pushing my breasts up from below, now that his face wasn't blocking my view I could look down, my head moved as if it were in treacle, Joe's hands were under my top, his palms lifting my breasts through the cups of my bra. Part of me was disappointed that I couldn't see his hands but I could see his black face as he kissed, nibbled and sucked the exposed flesh of my breasts. Then another thought, John would love to see this. I had no idea of my husband's voyeuristic tendencies until our holiday three weeks earlier. It had started out with me in my usual full cover swimming costume, because I looked so young I was getting attention from the Spanish men hanging around on the beach. John even went to the hotel bar to get us drinks instead of calling the waiter over to our loungers. I saw him watching from the bar as man after man walked ever closer to me, even stopping to pass the time of day with me. I saw my husband's grin widen with every man that stopped to talk to me.

After our first beach session John had walked me over to the hotel's boutique and guided me to the selection of bikinis, he chose the skimpiest black bikini he saw and asked me if I'd wear it on the beach the next day.

I was suddenly dragged back to the room above the bar, Joe had stopped kissing my breasts and he was now pulling the front of my top over my head but my arms were still in the sleeves so my scarlet top looked like a backpack. I saw black fingers at my shoulders, Amal was behind me and he was easing my top off of my shoulders as Joe blocked my view again with his face.

Joe forced my mouth open with his tongue, it felt like it was huge, broad as well as long, very long. Amal said something and Joe stepped back a little, I saw my bra in Joe's hands, Amal had unfastened my bra and Joe was pulling it away. I looked down, my skirt was slipping now, again, it was Amal who had unzipped my skirt behind me, Joe lifted my chin so that I was looking into his eyes as my skirt slithered past my thighs.

"You happy baby?"

Joe was smiling at me and nodding his head, I realised that I was mirroring him, I was smiling and nodding my head as well.

Joe looked over my shoulder, he was obviously communicating with Amal behind me, "You can rip them off, she had a spare pair in her bag."

Joe's mouth sought out my nipple and he sucked it into his mouth, it could have been the drug's effect, either on my eyes, my mind or my body but my nipples looked like they were really standing out with excitement. As Joe bit down, I could see him doing it and I could see from the way my nipple turned white that he was biting hard but in my drug befuddled brain I wasn't feeling any pain from his teeth.

My lower body started to shake, I refocused my eyes lower down just as Amal ripped the sides out of my knickers and pulled them away from my body, "Hey...what do you know...she's a natural blond...that's a first for round here boss!"

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I was now moving around the room, the table where a huge block of cannabis was being portioned up came into sight, then it got closer and I was suddenly face down in a pile of compressed cannabis cuttings and dust. I was breathing the dust in as Joe pushed his hips against my buttocks. I joggled on the table, sliding an inch back and forward as Joe started fucking me. There was a sudden kick, while my nipples had little feeling as Joe bit them, my cunt suddenly seemed to be the total focus of my brain. I seemed to be able to feel every ridge, every vein, evey blemish of his cock against the inner walls of my vagina. There was a sudden banging sound and someone shouting, "Vicky, you in there?"

Joe pulled his cock out of my cunt and he walked over to the TV monitor connected to the Pub's CCTV camera. I managed to snake my body around enough to see Joe, he was trouser-less, just his T-shirt on and his black poker standing out from his body. His cock was the same length as my husband's but of course Joe's was black and a little fatter.

The screen changed to a picture of one of the chase car drivers banging on the door at the bottom of the stairs, "Who's that?"

I looked at the screen, it was Fred Ross, a veteran in the police force of thirty years, five more than he needed to do to collect his pension so he obviously loved the job. I had an internal conversation with myself, I had a massive urge to tell Joe that Fred was a police officer but I managed to control myself enough to say, "That's Harry, it's his party here today, he's looking for me so he can try for his birthday fuck."

Joe laughed, "He's too fucking late...he won't want you after we've finished with you!"

I shook my head, I was trying to shake the cotton wool up enough to get control of my body again. Amal had put his Ingram MAC 10 machine pistol down on the money table while he helped his boss to undress me and now I was lumbering towards it. I wasn't a firearms officer and my range training had been twenty years earlier where I'd fired a police issue revolver, I'd scored a seventy-eight out of one hundred to pass my range qualifications. Although I'd never fired other makes of gun, I had been shown how to make most types of gun safe, how to unload them and work their safety catch so when I reached the MAC 10 and picked It up, I knew exactly how to slip the safety catch off and how to rack a nine millimetre cartridge into the chamber.

Amal had smiled at my stumbling towards his gun but that smile vanished when he saw me chamber a round and make the gun ready to fire. I gestured towards the door with the gun's barrel, "Okay boys, down you go, no sudden moves, in my condition, I could shoot your dicks off or hit you between the eyes."

The guy who had been cutting the cannabis looked like he was about to shit himself at the sight of a blond woman drugged to the eyeballs and wearing just stockings and suspender belt waving a machine gun at him.

I didn't let Joe put his trousers on, but then I didn't get dressed either, I just needed to get the three men down and into custody while I still had enough mental capacity to point the gun.

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Opening the door at the bottom of the stairs made a lot of noise and when my three prisoners emerged into the passageway to the bar they were pounced on by my eight man team. Gavin carefully took the MAK 10 out of my hands and flipped the safety catch on. He looked at my naked body and grinned, he could tell that I was a little out of my head and while the three drug dealers were led off in handcuffs Gavin took me back up to the room above the bar.

Gavin whistled when he saw the mountain of cannabis on one table and building blocks of cash on the other, my clothes spread out over the floor.

"You look disappointed Victoria!"

"Your fault, you distracted them before Somali Joe could get me off."

"What did he give you to get you in this state so quickly?"

I pointed to the bag of little pills, "Just one of these."

"And did just one of these pills make you desperate for sex in ten minutes?"

I nodded my head.

"You still desperate?"

I nodded my head again and Gavin picked up a condom from my box, "You want me to..."

I nodded my head and rested my arse against the drug table. Gavin didn't take his jeans down; he just unzipped, yanked his python through the hole in his boxers and rolled the condom down over his cockhead and down to his balls. Long and thin was the best description I could make of Gavin's cock, long and thin but he knew how to use it. We were alone in the drug room for forty minutes and for the whole of that time he was fucking me and giving me orgasm after orgasm.

When we heard the forensic experts arrive I had just the time it took them to sign in the scene of crimes log book to pull my skirt and top on. I didn't bother with my bra or the knickers that Gavin had provided in my hooker kit, just my top and skirt.

Somali Joe and his team weren't known in Northamptonshire but the picture I took of him with my shoulder bag camera had been transmitted on by Gavin when he reached the van as I was climbing the stairs. It took just five minutes for London's Metropolitan Police Force to respond with a warning that Somali Joe was known to them, he was also known to be heavily armed and Gavin was instructed to just observe and in no way to approach Joe until 'Sp19' arrived, the Metropolitan's armed response team. They arrived just after our forensic team. Gavin did allow them to take care of the MAC 10 that I'd used to arrest the three drug dealers as well as ten other weapons that Gavin had found stashed around the room.

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Our whore clean up detail was suspended for the rest of the day, Gavin had to go in to start questioning Joe and because I was out of it on the drugs, Fred Ross was detailed to drive me to the local hospital for a check up and then to take me home. The check up was perfunctory; especially when I was able to tell them the makeup of the tablet that I'd been given, the doctor took blood tests and intimate swabs from my vagina.

On the drive home I told Fred that I'd used him as the excuse for my having condoms, tissues and spare knickers in my shoulder bag.

"How did you weave that scenario together?"

"I told them that you were Harry and that it was your fiftieth birthday today, it was an excuse that Gavin had used to get two tables pushed together in the pub as well as the change back to the lunch time menu. I said that you were going to try and get me drunk enough to get into my knickers, that Joe guy was suspicious because I had a box of ten condoms but when I told him that you were planning on fucking me, I said that if I was that drunk I'd let all eight of you fuck me."

Fred smiled, "Pity it isn't my birthday, I'd love to play Harry!"

"When was your last birthday?"

"Four months ago."

"Close enough...pull into that gateway on the left."

Fred pulled into the gateway and we both slipped into the back seat of the car. Fred's cock was only four inches long but it was fatter than the average cock I'd seen and he knew how to edge himself, holding back his orgasm so long that I had to stop him and make him put a fresh condom on his cock before I let him start again and this time I asked him to finish off quicker.

John was surprised to see me home from work early, even more surprised when he saw how I was dressed for work and his surprise turned to worry when he saw how unsteady I was on my feet and wanted to know what had happened to me.

"I need to jump in the bath quickly, I'll tell you all about my day when I'm finished."

John looked disappointed at my statement so I offered him my hand, "Or you could come up with me and share my bath and I'll tell you all about it." he grinned and jumped to his feet, I took his hand and then I picked my shoulder bag up, I knew that John would get very turned on when I told him about my adventure and that I'd need to make him wear a condom until I got the results of the swabs that the doctor had taken in case Somali Joe had left more than traces of his pre-cum behind in my cunt when he fucked me earlier.

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John ran my bath and I checked the contents of my whore kit to see how many condoms were left in the bag and I spotted a little present from Gavin at the bottom of the bag, he'd slipped the bag of 'Extra XTC' pills, only one hundred pills but I was sure that I'd get a little fun out of them.

We climbed into the bath together and John washed my body while I went into intimate detail about my adventurous day. He was hard from the moment Gavin saw my tits at noon and he lost control when I told him about my time in Somali Joe's fortress, John actually fired off a jet of semen into the soapy bathwater without anything touching his cock just from my description of the way Joe pushed me down onto a pile of cannabis and taking me from behind. My description of sex with my boss while more than a dozen coppers were milling around the building got John hard again and my fuck with Fred Ross was too much, John rolled a condom onto his cock and he fucked me in the bath.

I was picked up by Fred Ross just before noon the following day and taken into head office to meet Eden Simons, our Chief Constable. I was dressed for hooker duty...not because I knew that I was going out to catch men looking to pay for sex but because I really liked the effect dressing that way had on men. I actually had lunch with Gavin and our Chief Constable and over lunch I was offered a permanent transfer into CID as Gavin's partner. Eden couldn't take his eyes off of me all through lunch, he flirted with me more than a little and when I accepted the offer of a transfer from uniform branch into CID he hinted that we should find some way to celebrate my promotion.

Gavin took a telephone call at the dinner table, "I'm sorry but Somali Joe's brief is making waves, I'm going to have to go and slap him down...if you don't mind Vicky I'll charge him with your rape so that I can keep him behind bars until we can get him in front of a magistrate, we can drop those charges once the drugs and weapons case can be formulated properly. I won't need you for the rest of the afternoon. I'll pick you up at your house tomorrow at twelve o'clock to go back to the red light district."

There was a momentary awkwardness as Gavin left me and Eden sitting at the table with half full glasses of wine in front of us, "Eden cleared his throat, "Well...Victoria, would you like something sweet...or...?"

I looked upwards, "I think a pudding would be a little too much for me at lunchtime sir."

"Can I offer you anything else sweet then if you don't want a pudding?"

I nodded my head and smiled at him. The restaurant we were eating in was attached to a mid range hotel, Eden paid for our lunch and he guided me through to the hotel's reception desk and booked us into a room...

Chapter 2

After being drugged and raped by a Somalian drug dealer I hadn't expected to work the following day, a day off was the least they could offer a girl for bringing in three men, a half a ton of assorted drugs, an arm full of weapons and over a million pounds in cash...not to mention the million pound sports car parked in the pub car park...single handed. I'd been called in to meet Eden Simons, our Chief Constable, so that he could congratulate me and give me some kind of reward. I got my reward, promotion out of uniform and into CID, it was only a small pay rise but it meant that I'd be in line for more promotions and more rapidly than in the uniformed branch.

I'd been given my reward and now I was about to give Eden a little reward too. The hotel bedroom was typical of low budget hotels; there was a frame to stand a suitcase on opposite the foot of the bed and a wardrobe that leaned against a wall for support, a single seat in front of a counter to sit a laptop on and a double bed.

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Eden had fetched an overnight bag from the boot of his car but he hadn't put that on the stand where cases were usually placed. Eden smiled at me and asked me to undress. I stripped totally naked while Eden watched, he liked what he saw, he liked my small frame with my massive breasts, he liked my long natural blond hair and wild blond pussy hair. He turned me around and put his hand on the back of my neck and pushed me forward. I had to reach out to the suitcase stand to steady myself; he dipped his hand into his bag and pulled out a bag of cable ties. Eden formed one tie into a loop and he slipped the loop around my wrist, a second tie was slipped through the tie around my wrist and slipped it through one slat on the suitcase frame.

I was left with both of my wrists attached to the low stand with my bum in the air. I watched as he took two aluminium poles from his bag, each pole had a leather strap on the end and one pole slipped inside the other, the wider tube had holes in it and the thinner pole had a spring loaded pin that would pop into one of the holes when the bar had been made long enough. The pole was closed up as short as the two combined poles could go and it was slipped behind the legs of the suitcase stand. Eden pulled my legs apart and slipped one ankle into each of the leather straps and once my ankles were firmly held in place he started to ratchet the poles apart, stretching my legs wide, my feet as far apart as possible.

I was left in my uncomfortable stance while Eden sat on the foot of the bed looking between my wide open legs. I was looking at him between my legs, my hair cascading over the suitcase stand. Eden slowly unfastened his tie and he started to flick my buttocks with the narrow end of the tie like a whip. It didn't hurt so much as slightly sting. He played with his tie for ten minutes before he started to unfasten the buttons down the front of his shirt.

I'd been bent over and tied to the suitcase stand for an hour by the time Eden was naked like me. I steadied myself for cock but he still didn't touch me, well, that wasn't strictly true, he slapped my arse in passing, again, not designed to hurt me, his hand was cupped to maximise the sound of the slap but minimise the pain, just a little sting.

He was back in his bag, he had a training golf ball, the kind made of hollow rigid plastic but with holes and slots all over its surface so that it could be struck hard with a club but it wouldn't fly very far. I was watching every move he made, he was hard, his cock was seven inches long and almost the same in circumference and I was really looking forward to feeling it in my cunt but he was still messing about, getting himself ready.

The narrow end of his tie was now being slipped through two adjacent slots on his training golf ball and he was bringing it close to my face so that I could see it. The ball was forced into my mouth and the tie used to turn it into a gag, tied behind my head. He was now standing behind me, his erection pointing at my cunt, he slapped my buttocks again and I noticed that the head of his cock was darkening, so much blood was being pumped into his cock because he was so excited that his cockhead was turning purple.

And still no fucking!

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I was so turned on now that I could feel my cunt juice trickling down between my inner thighs, I'd been tied up for two hours now, forced to stand in an uncomfortable position. I was unbalanced, if the suitcase stand hadn't been screwed to the wall, I'd have fallen on my arse. He was ferreting in his bag again now, a large candle made of red wax but with a black wax outer skin...very satanic in looks. Eden lit the candle and started to wave the flame close to my cunt, I could smell the fine blond hairs on my labia singing in the heat from the flame. I screamed into the ball gag but couldn't get any volume out. He allowed the hot wax to drip over my buttocks and down onto my cunt from above.

The next move was very swift, his cock was in my cunt and he was dripping hot wax along my spine as he fucked me. He dripped a trail of hot wax from the base of my spine to my neck as he pounded his meat into my cunt. I was at screaming pitch from the pain on my back as well as the pleasure from his cock in my cunt. There had been more than two hours of build up and now an hour long fucking session, all thoughts of my uncomfortable stance forgotten.

Eden slowed down now, he pulled his cock out until just his head was engaged and he leaned back, aiming the stream of red hot wax to fall on his own cock as well as my pussy lips, he just stood there trailing hot wax back and forth between my cunt and his cock and then he blew the candle out and rammed his cock and the lumps of wax stuck to his cock deep into my cunt, I could feel the ridges of wax against my sensitive inner sheath, driving my pleasure to even greater heights. His body jerked uncontrollably as he climaxed into my cunt.
The suitcase stand was soaking wet with my sweat as I panted down from my tumultuous orgasm, his semen running in streams down my inner thighs carrying small clumps of red and black wax out of my cunt as it ran. Eden was in the bathroom, I could hear running water, he was filling the sink. When he returned to the bedroom he took a rubber bed sheet from his bag, he spread it on the floor behind me and managed to lift my feet enough to roll the rubber under my feet. He took what looked like a large bicycle pump out of his bag, it was a sink and bath unblocker, it had a soft rubber cup over the end. It worked by sucking up water into the body of the pump and then seating the rubber cup over the plug hole and pushing the plunger in hard and fast to blast the blockage out of the way.

I heard him sucking water into his pump and as he walked back into the room it was dripping water from the rubber cup. He pressed the cup hard against my vagina, forming a water tight seal over my labia before ramming the handle into the pump as hard and fast as he could. I felt pain in my stomach as the pressure in the pump forced water into my vagina and beyond, I actually felt liquid, water as well as his semen, being forced past the muscle and mucus plug closing my cervix, the liquid was forced inside my womb.

Eden held the rubber cup in place for five minutes so that the liquid he'd forced up into me could brew in my body before he pulled it away and a jet of liquid left my fanny and splashed down on the rubber sheet. There was a sudden medicated smell filling the room, I looked over my shoulder with a confused look on my face.

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"I've used a sachet of enema medication in the water so that it'll clean you out without risking any kind of infection behind from the impurities in the water."

I thought 'Thanks for being so considerate...now can you untie me please!' I pulled at the ties around my wrists to emphasise to Eden that I wanted him to set me free...I was surprised to feel the tie give as I pulled away from the suitcase stand. Eden had obviously formed the loops around my wrists the wrong way round so that there wasn't a ratchet for the blade to fit into and the loops just pulled away from my wrists with just a little effort. I'd been held down for over three hours by my mind rather than the bonds around my wrists...I'd believed myself tied fast and hadn't really pulled against the ties in case they tightened around my wrists.

Eden just sat and watched as I sat on the wet rubber sheet and unfastened the straps around my ankles. As soon as I was free Eden pulled me through to the bathroom, the sink was still full of water and there was a small rubber plug sitting on the side of the sink.

"What's that for?"

"That's for anal play, if your anal muscle had been less tight I'd have used that on your bum...just for a little post sex fun!"

"Is it an anal dildo?" I told myself that it couldn't be a dildo because it was too short, I picked it up, the wide end was threaded, it was hollow and at the rounded, narrow, end, there were six little holes through to the inner chamber.

"No, it replaces the plug cover on the pump so that I could have given you an enema...just for fun!"

I grinned at him, "So...because I'm an anal virgin you don't want to try that on me!"

"God no...because you're an anal virgin I'd like to do it even more but I find that women who haven't played with the dark zone...don't because they don't like it!"

"A girl needs to try things at least once to know if they like something or not!"

"Can I give you an enema now then, before you have a shower?"

I grinned, "If you want to!"

Eden rushed to get his pump; he unscrewed the wide rubber cup and sucked the medicated water out of the sink before screwing the narrow tube onto the end of the pump unit. It took him a few minutes to get the end of the tube inserted into my anus and then he started fucking my arse with the short tube for a few moments before he added the pump pressure. I felt the pressure build up in my arse as it filled with water, I actually orgasmed from the feeling of water flooding up my bum.

Eden pulled me over to the toilet, stood me with my bum pointing at the pan and pulled the pump out of my bum. The jet of brown water fired out of my arse and splashed down in the toilet bowl. Eden unscrewed the rubber tube from the end of the pump and dropped it into the medicated water to sterilise and clean the tube.

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The enema brought on a bowel movement and as soon as I'd finished with that Eden pulled me into the shower, he washed me from top to tail; the only part I didn't allow him to wash was my long golden hair as it would have taken too long to dry so that all went inside a shower cap.

I'd spent four hours with Eden Simons after my congratulatory lunch so I was surprised to find Gavin sitting in the bar after I'd finished drying myself and getting dressed. Gavin drove me home and we talked all the way home about work. Now that I was officially on Gavin's team I didn't have to stick to my agreed shift pattern, I'd have to work the hours that Gavin needed me to work and doing the jobs that Gavin wanted me to do.

Gavin stopped short of my house; he was disappointed to see a car on my driveway, "Is your husband home already?"

"Yes, he was on early shift this week."

"Pity!"

"Why?"

"I was hoping to carry on where we left off yesterday before the forensics guys turned up."

"Want to come in and meet my husband?"

"Not particularly."

"You're my boss now, it's expected that you'd want to meet my husband."

I opened the front door and had to almost push Gavin into the house. John wasn't in the living room so I called out to him.

John had been taking a shower in the downstairs bathroom and he hadn't bothered with a towel when he heard me calling out to him. he opened the bathroom door and wrapped his arms around my body, pulling me against his wet body, pulling me into a passionate kiss. I let him have twenty Mississippi's before I pushed him away from me.

"John darling, this is my new boss...Gavin. I've been promoted to CID under Gavin...Gavin, this is my husband...John."

I could see that John was torn between running back into the bathroom to grab a towel to cover his body and taking Gavin's proffered hand. John stood his ground and even though he was naked and dripping wet, he shook Gavin's hand.

"Hi Gavin, can I offer you anything?"

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Gavin laughed out loud and said, "Thirty minutes alone with your wife!" under his breath.

John laughed, "My Vicky would need a lot longer than thirty minutes and I'm not sure that she'd prefer to be alone...I think we're at the 'Plus one' stage now!"

Gavin's eyes opened wider and so did his grin, "Seriously?"

"I'm sure that Vicky would love a little threesome fun...especially with a handsome man like you!"

John didn't bother getting dressed; he just took my hand and pulled me towards the stairs and bedroom above...

Chapter 3

Once in the bedroom John asked Gavin if he'd like to undress me and John sat to one side while Gavin and I kissed and fooled around while undressing each other. I kept looking over at John expecting him to join in at any moment but he just sat there stroking his cock as he watched me and Gavin playing.

Gavin got me totally naked, I was on my back on the bed and Gavin looked over at John, "Do I need to wear a condom?"

"Up to you but it'll take a while before the hospital gives Vicky the all clear after that Nigger fucked her yesterday. He could have had anything, any kind of illness from crab lice to aids."

Gavin already had a little more information about Somali Joe, he'd spent three hours interviewing him while I was being fucked by the Chief Constable. Joe had given Gavin the details of his doctor so that Gavin could ascertain if Joe had any known illnesses or medical issues.

"He had a full check up just a month ago, he has age onset diabetes so has regular blood checks and as of last month, diabetes was his only problem."

"Well, in that case, you can go without a condom if you like, Vicky can't get pregnant."

As Gavin nailed me on the bed I looked over at John, I'd spent a month 'Performing' for him, dressing like a whore, walking sexily so that men would look at me, dressing in the skimpiest bikinis on the beach in Spain, even going topless but this was the furthest I'd gone with him watching me. I'd allowed a man to pick me up in the hotel disco on holiday and I'd gone with him to his room and let him fuck me while John stood outside the bedroom door. That man had worn a rubber so when I got through with him and returned to our own room and John fucked me I was dry inside...well, not dry exactly, I was wet with my own lubricant but not another man's semen.

Gavin stabbed me hard with his cock, he was performing to the gallery but I wasn't complaining, his cockhead had hit the spot on the roof of my vagina that was super sensitive and fired me into orbit like a Saturn rocket. I was looking at John's cock...I'd need to find a man with a much thinner cock to take my anal cherry...'Where did that come from?'...I'd never had anal thoughts before Eden pushed his drain unblocker up my bum and now I was wondering what it would feel like to have John's cock up my bum while Gavin was drilling for oil in my cunt.

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Gavin came close to an orgasm and stopped dead right on the edge, he pulled out, looked over at John, "You want a go now before I cum in her?"

John grinned and rolled forward onto his knees and shuffled between my thighs. John started up a long slow fucking motion in me and he told Gavin to fuck my mouth. It wasn't my first blow-job but it would be my first spit-roast. Gavin pulled my upper body around so that my shoulders were on the edge of the bed and my head hanging off over the edge. I was looking up at Gavin's scrotum as his lance advanced on my mouth. I took Gavin deeper than I'd ever taken a man in my mouth before...so deep that his cock transited from my mouth and into my throat.

Having two men fuck me at the same time was mind blowing, especially when they synchronised and both pushed in at the same time, forcing each other's cock deeper in the other hole. Both men seemed to be taking it as a competition, trying to fuck me harder than the other guy. I got the salty spurt as Gavin closed in on his second orgasm and I pushed him away...I was happy to suck a man's cock but I didn't want his juice spilled in my mouth. The two men changed places, John's cock in my mouth and Gavin in my cunt again. This time Gavin sailed quickly into his orgasm, he filled my cunt with his cream and apologised for having to run, John was still fucking my mouth as Gavin dressed and left.

Gavin was still on the stairs heading for the front door when John leaned forward, he pulled my legs up and doubled my body over. John licked around my labia, taking a little of Gavin's seed on his tongue before deciding that he liked the taste of another man's spunk and he started licking deeply into my cunt. I had another explosive orgasm just because it was so disgusting that John was licking Gavin's spunk out of my cunt.

"You want me to cook dinner or would you like to go out to a restaurant to eat?"

"Will you dress up for me?"

"Whatever you want!"

"Can we go to that red light district you were working yesterday?"

"I don't think you'd like the food establishments in that area."

"If you're dressed sexy, I'd enjoy the food anywhere!"

I dressed in yet another tart's outfit that John had bought me in Spain, I use the police whore kit...just because it already had knickers, tissues and condoms in it.

John drove me to the red light district, we drove through the high class area where the whores just had a red table lamp on in the window to show that they were open for business and available. We drove through what we called the fringe area, a street where just law abiding citizens lived and on to the derelict area that the lower class girls worked.

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I jumped out of the car and walked up and down with the other girls. I spotted three girls that we'd nicked the day before for prostitution as well as performing acts of gross indecency in a public place. I was approached by men and I passed them on to the other working girls, I did feel a little guilty for landing them with hefty fines the day before.

John got his jollies just from watching me parade up and down on the street and talking to the men that passed me by. In the end I walked over to his car and leaned in the window, flashing my arse to the world as it passed by, "I'm hungry, time for dinner, we can play again after dinner if you want to."

I walked with John to an Asian Restaurant, it was claiming to be Indian but the name over the door was a Muslim name so it would be a Pakistani restaurant most likely...in this area even the restaurants weren't what they pretended to be.

We ordered mild curries and all the time that we were eating the manager was hovering around us, he was trying to look down the front of my top or look up under the bottom hem of my skirt. John was amused by what the manager was doing to try and cop a look at my goodies.

"You had an African dude yesterday...would you consider an Asian dude today?"

"What, you mean the manager?"

John grinned and nodded his head, "I think I need a trip to the little boy's room!"

I watched John go through the door that led to the toilets but he stopped just the other side of the door and watched me sitting at our table through the little glass pane set in the door to stop people opening the door if someone was approaching from the other side.

The manager came to our table, we'd both bought just a glass of wine each to have with our dinner, the manager had his bottle of house wine in his hand and he offered me more wine for free. He cleared his throat and said, "How much for fun missy?"

I looked over at the door to the toilets; John was watching through the little window, all I could see was his face with a massive grin on it. I'd spent close to four hours listening to the low rent whores so I knew how they spoke to their prospective customers, I took one last look at the door and my husband looking through, "Twenty for a hand, forty for 'O', seventy-five for a standing ovation with protection and I don't do 'A' or no protection!"

"Do you have a room?"

"You need a room just double all the prices, you get thirty minutes in a bed for one-fifty or two hundred for an hour!"

"When can I see you?"

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"You can see me now if you've got the money."

He almost ran to the till and back, this time he had money in his hand instead of a bottle of wine, "How about standing ovation for fifty pounds and I take care of your bill for dinner?"

We'd had two glasses of wine, we'd shared a starter and we'd both had a curry, we owed him around twenty pounds for what we'd had so far...I weighed up the value of our meal, "Okay if we get a sweet after."

He grinned and nodded his head, I looked around to see if there were any stairs around leading to living accommodation but didn't see any, the kitchen was out too because it was open so that the customers could see them cooking our meals, "Where?"

He grinned and jerked his head towards the door through to the toilets and the spot my husband was watching us from. John had to be quick on his feet to get into the toilet before we reached the door he'd been hiding behind. The manager had to use keys to unlock the fire escape door, I could see that the door had been fitted with the more usual crash bar locking system at some point but that had been removed and replaced with a standard door lock. Outside the fire escape door was an alleyway, a brick wall opposite and at the street end of the alleyway there was a tall slatted steel gate with a padlock and chain holding it closed. I scanned around. We could be seen if anyone had been at the gate to our left looking in, to the right there was another ten feet to a solid brick wall, it crossed my mind that if I stood at that end with my back to the wall at least I'd be hidden from the road.

I heard a sound up and to the right, the windows from the toilets looked out over the alleyway, they had top hinges and a stay bar to hold them open. Johnny had to be standing on the toilet seat to get high enough to look out of the window but I could clearly see his face. If I moved to the right so no one would see me from the road it would mean that John wouldn't see me being fucked either. I held out my hand for the money, John would see the Asian man hand over cash to fuck me and I assumed that would be another turn on for a voyeur...to see his wife taking cash from a stranger for sex.

I closed the fire escape door behind me and leaned against it. I reached under my skirt and pulled my knickers off. He lifted my top and pulled the front of my bra down so that my breasts were exposed. I took a condom out of my bag and unzipped his trousers to get at his cock, he was dark brown but his cockhead was almost pink, I 'Fluffed' his cock to full strength, he would be disappointing, fully hard he was only four inches long and his cock was very skinny too, as I rolled the condom down the length of his cock I worried that it might not stay on his cock because he was so small.

I threw the condom wrapper on the floor and put my knickers in my shoulder bag...it suddenly dawned on me that if my team were out with the observation van in the area they'd pick up the transmissions from the pinhole camera in the shoulder strap buckle if I pressed the on switch.

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I was standing on the door step to gain enough height for him to fuck me and as he started fucking me, I looked up, John had a perfect vantage point, we smiled at each other, my customer was gnawing at my exposed tits as he was fucking me, John puckered his lips as if he wanted to kiss me but he was too far away, then it dawned on me, John didn't want to kiss me, he wanted to see me kissing the Asian.

I lifted the manager's chin, pulling his mouth away from my tits and bringing his mouth towards my own. He looked shocked, no whore kissed her customer, it was like an unwritten law and if her customer tried to kiss her on her mouth there would usually be a struggle to prevent it. We had a good old tonsil wrestling match for ten minutes until he climaxed, filling his condom. I slipped my hand between us and gripped the latex ring against his cock as he started to shrink away from me so that the condom came away still wrapped around his cock.

I used a tissue to dry my cunt but didn't bother putting my knickers on. John was sitting at our table by the time I got back into the restaurant, the manager was right behind me as we walked towards the table, "Where have you been darling?"

"I had a little business to take care of!"

"Oh, okay."

"What do you want for pudding...I've already paid for it with my arse!"

I looked at the manager, I wasn't sure if his brown face darkened slightly as he blushed at my comment.

"Did you make a mess in the toilet while you were watching me?"

John grinned, "The cleaner's going to wonder what the hell happened when she sees spunk five foot up the toilet wall...what are you doing?"

"I'm just sending a text from my police mobile phone to the fire department, this place is infringing the fire regulations, I'm going to get it closed down before someone gets killed in a fire trying to use that fire exit."

John grinned, "You really are a bitch, let a guy fuck you and then take his business away from him!"

"Isn't that why you love me?"

He grinned and nodded his head.

After we finished dinner and walked to our car John laughed, "You'll have to fuck the manager of every restaurant in town, we might never have to pay for dinner ever again!"
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John didn't drive straight home, he took a circular route to drive through the area that he grew up, I'd met him after he'd moved away to go to university so I didn't really know the town he'd grown up in.

"That was the pub that I had my first pint in at the age of sixteen!"

"What are you stopping for?"

"Nostalgia, I just wanted to wander down memory lane, have a pint in my old haunt."

"Well, if you have a pint I'm driving home after, you've already had a large wine and you can't afford to lose your driving licence."

John was recognised as soon as we walked in the pub, a man a little older than us rushed over to shake hands with John, "Vicky, this is Paul, he was team captain of the pub's football team when I was a kid..." Paul shook my hand as John continued, "...Paul, this is my wife, Victoria."

"We haven't seen young Johnny here since he left the area to go to university...we had his leaving do here in the pub's function room...I think this could be the same band that was playing here twenty years ago when Johnny left."

"Twenty-five years ago and it is the same band, they're still playing the same ten tune set that they played twenty-five years ago too."

Paul laughed and then he shouted, "Fiona, come and see who's turned up out of the blue...", he turned back to us and lowered his voice, "...you remember my wife Fiona of course!"

"Of course, Fiona was very popular amongst the football team twenty-five years ago."

Fiona was a dumpy woman, shorter than me, fatter than me, she had small breasts for her size, she'd obviously tried dieting and lost her weight off of her chest before giving up. she was dressed in fifties style to match the music playing, a mid length dress with ten petticoats lifting the skirting of the dress, exposing her stockings and suspender belt as she swished her arse while walking along.

Fiona kissed John tenderly and blushed slightly as she looked from John to me. The band was playing fifties rock and roll music and there were ten couples dancing in the fifties style. It seemed to be a competition, finding the best Jive Bunny and Bop Bobby.

Fiona turned to look at two dancers, "That's our Joan, her and her partner came second last month, they're hoping for first prise this month...of course you don't know Joan, she came along just after you left for university."

I noted Fiona's blush deepened at that admission...I'm trained to spot such things, people's little tells that would lead an interrogator along the right path to a person's crimes...of course, in the past I'd only ever used the skill to find out where some thieving little school boy had hidden the apples he'd scrumped from the orchard but it was the same thing.

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The costumes the dancers were wearing looked totally authentic, the girls dresses looked authentic, their shoes with spike heels looked sixty years old, even their stockings looked authentic, they looked like silk rather than nylon. The boys looked like they were wearing authentic suits too, right down to their blue suede shoes. In fact the only thing that looked like it was out of place was the lipstick and eye shadow...now I know that girls in the fifties wore such things but the boys didn't.

The boy dancing with Paul and Fiona's daughter seemed to be wearing bright red lipstick and buck egg blue eye shadow as well as hair that was slicked down with brilliantine at the sides and flicked into a duck's arse at the front. The dancing was energetic; Joan was being thrown about like she was a rag doll. The tune ended and Joan and her partner were declared the winners. Joan was called over to meet John and me, she was a sparkling twenty-four year old, she shook my hand and kissed John on his cheek, "My mum has mentioned you a lot John, the famous John Clarke, the first boy from 'Downton Estate' to get to Oxford, Winner of the Northant's scholarship prise for outstanding sporting prowess. This is my partner Sue."

I shook Sue's hand; she had the grip of a steel worker crushing my fingers. She swept her drape suit jacket back exposing her shirt front and shoestring tie, she was flat as a pancake, if it wasn't for her name, the makeup and her broad hips, Sue could easily have been a man.

John had a drink with Paul and his family, Sue manoeuvred me into a corner and was leaning over me the way that a man might if he was hitting on me.

During the evening we discovered that Sue and Joan actually lived close to John and me, the next village over in fact. John ended up offering them a lift home to save Paul and Fiona a long drive, it made sense as Paul and Fiona lived just around the corner from the pub and it would have been a fifty mile round trip to drop their daughter and her partner off at home.

Before we left the pub Fiona made a drunken confession to me that she'd had sex with John before he left for university and that he could even be Joan's father as Paul was sterile, "I saw John's eyes in her the moment she was born, that's why I called her Joan...to remind me of John."

Well that was a surprise, John and I had never had children, we'd never done anything to prevent it and we'd not actually gone out of our way to particularly to have one either, I'd assumed that John was sterile as I had my periods as regular as clockwork. It was a shock to find out that John could have been a father all along and if he fucked the football team's captain before he left for university that may explain why he didn't return to his old area after he finished university.

I drove the car, Sue beat John to the front passenger seat, leaving him and Joan in the back of the car. I wondered if Fiona had let John in on the secret of Joan's parentage but as I drove along the roads I saw Joan flirting with John and John was lapping it up. when we got to Joan and Sue's house we were offered a coffee.

We were all sitting around the kitchen table when Joan dropped a little bombshell, she and Sue wanted a child and they were asking John if he'd be a sperm donor for them.

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"It's up to you...we're registered at a fertility clinic, you could just pop in on your lunch break and leave a deposit for us or we could do it the natural way."

John didn't need the offer to be made twice, what forty-five year old man would turn a pretty twenty-four year old woman down if she offered him uncomplicated sex...that was a laugh...uncomplicated. John obviously didn't know that he could have been Joan's father because he jumped into bed with her in just thirty seconds flat. Sue grabbed my hand and took me up to their bedroom as well, John was pounding into Joan's cunt driving her into a massive orgasm and as I watched them fucking Sue undressed me and pulled me down onto her bed at the side of John and Joan fucking.

I'd never been tempted to have sex with another woman but I just let Sue ravish me. Sue was very 'Manish,' there was hardly a bump on her ribcage where her breasts should have been but when she got excited...wow...her nipples stood out almost a full inch.

I kept my attention on John and Joan fucking as Sue played me like a piano, it took her thirty minutes to get me to my orgasm and as I gasped through the mountains of my pleasure I lost interest in John and Joan and started to reciprocate Sue's pleasure. John filled Joan's loving cup twice during his time with her and by the time we left at midnight I'd changed my opinion of sex with other women.

I drove us back home, John was over the moon with his fuck...sweet because she was so young, sweeter still because she was a lesbian and the cherry on the cake was having me performing with the lesbian's partner on the bed at his side while he was making a pig of himself with Joan.

"Joan said we'll need to do it a few more times before her fertile period ends...just to give her the best chance of falling pregnant. And if she doesn't fall this time we'll have to try all over again in a month's time."

"How do you feel about incest?"

"I don't have any feelings about it one way or another...why?"

"Well, Fiona told me that Joan could be your daughter...now that you know that, are you still willing to make her pregnant?"

"I don't think I'd like to make her pregnant, I'd love to fuck her again...I'd love to see you and her fucking as well while I fuck Sue...be a bit like fucking a guy but I'd still love to do her while you're fucking Joan."

"Go and talk to Joan tomorrow, you should probably both take a blood test...see if you're related or not!"

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We tumbled into bed at one o'clock in the morning, I had no idea if John wanted to fuck me again or not because he had to get up so early in the morning that he went straight to sleep leaving me lying there mulling over the evening's sex. I'd taken a big risk letting the restaurant's manager fuck me in so public a place...especially in an area that I knew that we were conducting an ongoing surveillance operation to stamp out public sex. I saw two o'clock go past but was asleep soon after. I woke to the sound of my telephone ringing, Gavin was calling me to tell me to turn my TV on and look at the BBC's news twenty-four channel, "Eden's giving an interview."

It was just before noon so I made myself a coffee and sat in front of the TV.

"I can now confirm that Northampton's anti-drug's unit has been successful in capturing three suspects that were being sought by our colleagues in The Metropolitan Police on suspicion of several counts of murder, automatic weapons offences, drugs offences and money laundering. Because of the professionalism of my team, we have removed a total of one ton of cannabis and several million pounds worth of other drugs, we've removed thirty automatic weapons off of the streets of Northampton and a hundred thousand nine millimetre cartridges. We've made further arrests, closing down drug dealer rings in Nottingham, Leicester, Derby, Oxford and London..."

There was an interruption from the reporter, "Sir...sir, Evening Standard...you didn't mention Northampton drug dealers in your statement!"

"...no, and quite rightly too, the group were using Northampton as a safe city, choosing not to deal drugs here so that they didn't come to our attention..."

"Sir, CNN News Europe, If the gang were keeping a low profile in Northampton, how did your detectives manage to track them down?"

"...I'll get to that in a moment, sorry, where was I...our officers recovered five million pounds worth of stolen property that can now be returned to its true owners and so far, we've managed to trace thirty million pounds of drug money that won't now be used to fuel criminal enterprises, we're making an application under the proceeds of crime legislation along with our Metropolitan brothers and sisters to use that money to improve the lives of Northampton's citizen and London's Metropolitan population to improve drugs awareness and prevention. The gang was caught because of the vigilance of one officer who was on her lunch break when she was made suspicious by the actions of one individual. She called in the details to our central office and because of our close links to our sister forces the fact that the man in her enquiry was actually wanted in London for murder and other offences were immediately communicated to the scene allowing her to apprehend the man and two other members of his gang."

"Chief Constable...Paul French BBC News...we understand that there were automatic weapons involved, how many officers did you need to apprehend the gang?"

"The arrest was carried out by the female detective constable, she managed to subdue all three suspects before returning to her lunch. I gave her the rest of the week off to get over minor injuries sustained during the arrest."

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"Paul French again sir, I think after arresting three heavily armed criminals on her own, your officer deserves far more than just a few days off work!"

"My officer's name has already been sent through to the Prime Minister, and she has been earmarked for the next promotion to Detective Sergeant that becomes available."

There were more questions, far more questions but Eden walked away from the cameras, I could hear him saying, "Leave them wanting more!" as he walked away from the group of reporters."

My telephone rang again, Gavin congratulating me on my promotion, "What, to Detective Constable?"

"No, you heard Eden, you get the next DS post that comes up."

"That could take years!"

"Not necessarily, as your supervising sergeant on the biggest drugs, money, property and weapons bust in our history, I'm being offered DI which will leave my post open and Eden's stated publically that the next opening is yours."

"Yes but he said he'd given me the rest of the week off but I'd only been given a day and a half."

"You'd be bored to death now that you've tasted the excitement of undercover work, it's in your blood."

"What are you doing now Gavin?"

"Nothing much, just watching TV before I come to pick you up at six o'clock."

"You can come for me earlier if you like, John won't be home before six o'clock today, he's got to go and see a woman about a baby."

Gavin was knocking on my front door an hour later, just enough time for me to make and eat my breakfast.

We just had straight sex, I wasn't under the influence of drugs, I hadn't been drinking, there was no one else there to spur us on, just one on one sex, no kinks or perversions. After an hour of being fucked I asked if Gavin had ever tried anal sex. He grinned at me, "I love anal sex but it's really hard to talk my wife into letting me fuck her in her arse...I think I was a little rough with her the last time I did her that way!"

"Well, I'm not saying that I want to do it that way but, it has crossed my mind to try it."

"We could get you started; do you have a small carrot or a thin candle?"

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I slipped out from under him and ran down to the kitchen, I had a long carrot that was very skinny, at its widest point it was just as fat as the restaurant manager from the night before. I trimmed the ends off of it and scrubbed it clean before returning to my bedroom.

Gavin got me onto my bed on my hands and knees, he used his spit as a lubricant on my anal muscle and got the carrot started up my bum, narrowest end first, he worked it until it was an inch in my bum, then he held it in place and encouraged me to climb on top of him, cow-girl position. He lay perfectly still as I fucked him, reaching around my bum to hold the carrot in place.

I got a surprise when I started to climax, I felt the carrot slip, my anal muscle was tightening and relaxing as I orgasmed. It felt like my bum was eating the carrot and in double quick time there was six incheds of carrot up my bum and Gavin was finding it difficult to hold what was left outside my bum hole.

"Would you like me to try and get my cock up there before we call it quits and get ready for work?"

I thought for a moment, that Asian restaurant mamager from yesterday could fuck my arse, the carrot was as fat as his cock at the end but I doubted that Gavin would have too much success...not without hurting me.

"Okay, give it a try but if it hurts you have to stop...there'll be other opportunities to try another time!"

I returned to my hands and knees on the bed with Gavin behind me, he pulled the carrot out quickly and replaced it with his cockhead. I screamed in pain and jumped forwards away from his cock, "Next time...I think I need something a little bigger than the carrot next time before we try your cock up there."

We had a civilised cup of coffee as we sat naked in the kitchen; Gavin went through my vegetable box and found a slightly larger carrot and he trimmed it and cleaned it. I bent over the table and Gavin spent thirty minutes opening my bum up with the carrot.

"Can I give it another try before we have to go to work?"

I nodded my head. it was painful getting Gavin's cock in my bim but this time I didn't try to stop him, I soon settled into the anal sex but it didn't last long, the tightness of my anal muscle had Gavin spilling his load in just a few seconds.

"You'd better put a panty liner in your knickers or a tampon up there, my spunk could be leaking out for hours after dumping my load up your arse and it's going to be a long night."

Having a load of spunk dumped up my bum made me want to go take a dump so it was actually helpful to empty my bowels before starting a long shift where toilets would be in short supply.

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Tonight was another observation job. I was sitting in a Vauxhall Insignia looking down into a side street where drug dealers were known to congregate but there didn't seem to be any action tonight but that was the way observations went. I was looking around, there was a jewellery store on the main street opposite where I was parked with Gavin. The jewellery shop looked very ugly at night because of the security screens that covered the outside of the windows. At midnight Gavin was on the radio net with the rest of our team, they were discussing the possibility that the dealers had moved to a new location when a Land Rover Discovery stopped opposite me, the driver looked over at me and Gavin, I leaned in and kissed Gavin so it looked like we were just a courting couple sitting at the junction in a dark side street.

Gavin keyed his microphone, "On your toes guys, I don't like the look of the Land Rover that's just pulled up outside the jeweller's shop."

I started our engine as the Land Rover reversed onto the pavement up to the shop window. There was a man in the open back of the Land Rover and he had chains with hooks on the end that were attached to the back of the Land Rover.

I was moving as the land Rover drove forwards, yanking the grill off of the wall. The guy in the back of the Land Rover threw a brick through the jeweller's shop window as the Land Rover reversed back slightly to release the hooks from the window grill. I had the Vauxhall across the radiator grill of the Land Rover before he could drive forwards again, trapping him against the wall of the shop.

Gavin leaped out of the front passenger seat and I wriggled out of my seat and across to the passenger seat as the Land Rover driver rammed the side of our car. Fortunately I was too close, he needed a longer run up to do any real damage to our car.

Gavin went for the driver of the Land Rover and I went for the brick man. He was oblivious to the problems that had just unfolded and he was busily emptying trays of rings and watches into a bag attached to the belt of his trousers. He was reaching out for a tray of rings as I slapped one end of my handcuffs over his wrist.

He started to fight me off before I could get my footing properly and as I went down I gripped onto the other end of the handcuffs and as I hit the floor I threw the other side of the cuffs around a pole holding the display stands.

The man was almost trying to yank his arm out of its socket to reach into the back of the van. I screamed out, "Gun Boss!" and hit the guy I was struggling with, I could have punched him but I didn't think that would have left any impression on him so it was fortunate that while I was on the floor my hand had rested on the house brick that had been used to smash the shop window. The brick did leave an impression on the crook; I could read 'Star Brick Works Northampton' in reverse on his forehead but it did stop him trying to reach his sawn off shotgun in the back of the Land Rover.

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The driver of the Land Rover also had a sawn off shot gun, it had been on the seat of the Land Rover when he started out but as he yanked the grill off of the shop window his gun had fallen onto the floor of the front seat passenger's foot well.

We were suddenly surrounded by the other six members of our team who helped to subdue both crooks and drag them off to a 'Paddy wagon' that had been sent out from central to haul our prisoners away.
"We need to get our car towed in, can't drive it like that!"

I'd been at the back of the Land Rover so hadn't seen the side of our car, the pillar between the front and rear drivers side doors was half way across the seat I'd been sitting in minutes earlier.

Our garage brought out a fresh car for us on the back of the recovery truck, it was a very old Astra diesel estate, it had been cleaned out ready for sale but it was going to have to do one last police duty cycle before it went off to the auctions.

I had taken both men's wallets before they were hauled away, in fact I had all the contents of their pockets. "Gavin, we should run over to their house, see if there's anything incriminating before anyone hears that they were nicked!"

We drove out to their house, the living room had detailed plans for the robbery as well as information about two other raids that the two men had made. The house wasn't empty; the two men's wives were in the house sleeping in the same bed. Because we had the front door keys we'd entered the house without waking the women. I woke them and took them into the living room to see the plans of the robbery. I read them their rights and cautioned them before saying, "What can you tell me about this girls?"

"It's a game our husbands were playing."

"Just your husbands?"

The driver's wife butted in, "Well, if I see a shop with valuables in the windows I plot it on the big road map so that my Barry can work out a route and timings so you could say that we all help out in the game."

I stopped my shoulder bag sending recordings to the van out in the street, "What do you say boss, innocent spouses or conspiracy to rob?"

The driver's wife butted in again just as I started recording again, "There isn't a real robbery, it's just a game that my husband is writing to be made into a video game."

"Do you have any idea where your husbands are now?"

"It's Thursday, it's darts night, they're playing away tonight!"

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"Really, what kind of car does your husband drive?"

"It's a Volvo XC-Ninety."

"Is it his own car or a company car?"

"His own...why?"

"Just interested, registration number?"

She gave me a proud beam, it's 'J3RRY', cost him a packet to buy that number it did!"

My ear piece crackled, Fred Ross was out in the observation van, "Boss, the number plates from the Land Rover were stolen a week ago but we've only had one report of a stolen Land Rover in the county, over on the Rempstone Road...oh, and the van is here to take the wives into central and the forensics guys are out here, they're suiting up for the search."

I stopped Gavin responding, "I think we should run down to Rempstone Road, see if there's a Volvo XC-Ninety with a personalised plate anywhere in the area."

Gavin grinned at me, "Okay, Fred, we're standing the observation down for the night, you hang around here and keep the crime scene log and grab a few warrant calls and share them out among the lads to go and roust people out of bed,"

It took an hour to find the car that our jewellery store robber had left behind when they stole the Land Rover, I had the keys to it in my bag amongst the keys I'd taken off of the criminals before we sent them off to await their solicitors.

I drove to a field road and climbed in the back of the car with Gavin to finish the shift off the way we'd started it...

Chapter 4

I had to go into Wootton Hall on Friday morning, I had to collect my new credentials, my warrant card stating that I was now a Detective Sergeant. I went in by the public counter and was greeted by a tall man who was reporting in to the custody desk as part of his bail conditions. "I'm sorry that I upset you on Monday evening Miss."

"I'm not Miss...Monday, did you upset me on Monday?"

"In the toilet."

I had to smile, I hadn't seen his face on Monday evening, he'd looked at me through a hole in the toilet wall, so he'd seen my face...although I doubt that he was actually looking at my face once I'd pulled my knickers down to use the toilet. No, I hadn't even seen his face, Gavin had come in and arrested him, I was still using the toilet when he was being picked up and carted off but I could have picked out his cock and balls out of an identity parade of a million men's cocks and balls. I'd never seen such a massive cock in my life as he hoisted it through the hole in the toilet wall.

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The custody officer buzzed the lock through to the back office so that I could go through to the administration office. I had my photograph taken against a red back cloth, as a constable I'd stood in front of a royal blue cloth. It was an easy way to differentiate between detectives and uniformed officers. The shield pinned inside my leather credentials wallet was also changed from silver to gold...not real gold, but real gold plated.

It was just a quick visit, it took ten minutes to print up my new ID card and laminate it and swap over my leather credentials wallet. I was officially a Detective Sergeant, I hadn't even had time to have my Detective Constable credentials printed from Wednesday. Gavin was a fast track officer but my promotions had happened far faster than his. Mind you, I had languished as a uniformed constable for twenty years first. As a village bobby there wasn't much opportunity for promotion but just a few days in CID and I'd had more than my share of excitement and two promotions in less than a week.

I left the secure area and walked out into the public office, it was empty and I suddenly felt disappointed, my own personal flasher had already left the building. I walked over to the custody desk, "Hey, when I arrived...you were booking some guy in...what do we know about him?"

The desk officer typed in a few details into his computer and turned the screen towards me.

Dan Macgregor, he was married and lived five miles away, an unemployed steel worker. Gavin was listed as the arresting officer; Dan had been bailed to a magistrate's court, fitted with a tracking tag, and a daily report to the station.

I found my car in the car park, it had been four days since I'd parked it, it was slow to turn over but fired up eventually. I hadn't used my car much in the past year following my accident so it needed a really good run to put a little life back into the battery.

I drove out of the car park and headed towards home. I spotted Dan Macgregor walking out of town. The size of his cock flashed in my head, after Gavin dragged him out of the toilet I had felt really disappointed that I hadn't had a feel.

I stopped my car twenty yards past Dan and climbed out, I was leaning on the passenger side of the car as Dan caught me up. He smiled at me, "Hello again Misses."

"I'm not Misses either."

"You mean you're not married."

"No, I'm married but I'm not Misses."

"Lady then...or...or Baroness?"

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"Nope, just Detective Sergeant!"

Dan burst out laughing, "Wow, I certainly picked the wrong woman to flash then didn't I?"

I nodded my head, "So, you're walking home?"

"Well, I do have a car but after Monday night...well, Tuesday morning, my wife took my car and went to stay with her mother while she considered what to do about her...our future."

"You want a lift home?"

"Thanks, that would be great, this bloody tracking tag chafes my ankle if I have to walk too far."

I opened the door for Dan to climb into the car, I ran around the front and realised that I was bouncing rather a lot and Dan was watching every wobble. I got in and started to drive; Dan looked over at me and smiled before he looked down into his own lap, "And there he is...my real problem raises his head again!"

I looked over and his trousers were tenting up...not just tenting but it looked like his dick could punch a hole in the front of his trousers.

"I can't really blame my wife for leaving, I have this problem..." he pressed his forearm down on his cock to stop it tenting his trousers out, "...well, you've seen it, can you imagine it...every night...it won't go away, even after I cum it won't go down...Gail...my wife...she loved it in the early days but after four years, every day, many times a day it...well, it got too much for her and she stopped wanting sex at all. I started doing crazy shit like Monday night in the toilet. She didn't really leave me just because I got caught; we hadn't been 'Communicating' properly for a year."

We made small talk all the way to his front door, he thanked me for the lift, he leaned in to kiss my cheek and stopped himself, "Would it be inappropriate if I gave you a goodbye kiss?"

I nodded my head, "I'm afraid so."

"What about a thanks for the lift home kiss?"

"That too."

Dan laughed, "Well, I suppose that a shag is out of the question too then!"

"Definitely."

He looked down at my legs and then up at my tits stretching the front of my top out of shape.

"What are you doing?"

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"Trying to fix you in my memory so that when I get in home I can jerk off remembering what you look like...it's an improvement on my past performance, at least I'm going into my house to jerk off and not doing it out here in your car."

He rolled in the seat and swung his legs out of my car but then stopped short of actually leaving, "If I can't kiss you or shag you, how about I make you a coffee?"

"Now that's an acceptable offer!"

He grinned at me again and jerked his head towards his front door, "Come on then."

I followed Dan into his house, followed him into his kitchen, there was a topless picture of a woman pinned to the front of a larder unit, I smiled at the picture but more at the very clean spot on the floor right in front of the picture. "Nice kitchen Dan."

"When I worked at the steel works I made good money, Gail picked out the units for the kitchen, that's Gail in the picture by the way."

"Gail has good taste, is she okay with you pinning her topless picture on the front of the cabinet though?"

"No, she'd kill me if she even knew that I'd printed it out, I took it on holiday last year, she let me take the picture in the understanding that I'd let her delete it off the camera as soon as we got home. I used the undelete feature on my PC to get the picture back after she deleted it."

I made a theatrical gesture of looking at the clean spot on the floor, "Looks like you 'REALLY' like looking at it."

Dan rubbed his cock through his trousers, "I've jerked off to that picture a hundred times since Tuesday."

"It's only been three days since Tuesday."

"Yes, I've been trying to hold myself back!"

I laughed and he said, "Well, if I can't fuck you, can I at least masturbate myself while I look at you?"

"I guess that if you don't touch me it'd be okay!"

Dan pulled his T-shirt off, he kicked his shoes off and dropped his trousers, I smiled as his cock sprang into view, he almost fell on his face as he tried to kick his trousers off he was in so much of a hurry. He didn't bother taking his socks off and I have to say that there is no sight so comical as a man, totally naked apart from white ankle socks...no, scratch that, there is one thing more comical, a naked man wearing white ankle socks while he's whacking his cock.

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"Can you lift your top so I can see your tits in your bra while I cum?"

I shook my head.

"How about lifting the front of your skirt so I can see your knickers?"

I shook my head again.

"Well, how about flashing your arse for me...you have a beautiful arse, I saw it really close up on Monday night."

I was about to shake my head again but then I thought, 'Why the hell not, he had seen my arse naked before anyway.'

I turned my back and lifted my skirt, I was wearing a white thong, the back was like dental floss strung between my arse cheeks.

"Lean over the countertop!"

I turned slightly so that I could lean forwards over the counter top, "Remember, it would be very inappropriate for you to touch me!"

Dan was still rubbing his cock furiously as he stepped in closer, I heard him groan and suddenly my buttocks felt very warm and very wet, he'd climaxed and splashed his spunk all over my arse.

I stood upright again; the back of my skirt fell down over the wet patch on my arse. I raised my eyebrows because he was so close to me, he stepped back, his cock was still like a rod of iron even after he'd climaxed, he was still hard and still rubbing.

"Can I kiss you now?"

"I think that would still be inappropriate but I guess a quick peck couldn't hurt."

He stepped back in, pushing my back against his counter, as his mouth covered mine his cock pressed into my belly, it slipped upwards as he closed the gap between us, the head of his cock was pressing up against the underside of my bra. I went to push him away but as my hand brushed against his cock I changed my mind. I took his cock in one hand and started to rub him, I had to add my other hand as well because his cock was so fat. We continued kissing until he fired off his second load all over my bra.

He stepped away, "Sorry about that DS Clark."

Dan was still hard after two orgasms in quick succession; it crossed my mind to invite Dan over to my house so that John could watch him fuck me.

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Dan made the coffee and opened his fridge, "Damned, I'm out of milk...do you like your coffee black?"

I shook my head.

"I could get dressed and run round to the shop, it's only across the back of the house..."

I was still fully dressed...if a little soggy around the back and front, "I could go."

"There's an alleyway two doors up that runs through to the back street."

I ran from Dan's house to the alleyway, I could feel Dan's spunk running down my stomach from the load Dan had dumped against my bra and I could feel it trickling down over my arse from the dump he'd left on my buttocks. I was so fucking turned on as I walked along with two twin streams of semen running down under my clothes as I headed for the shop.

We took our coffee through to the living room, Dan sat on the sofa his cock still rock hard and he was rubbing it gently as he looked across at me standing in front of one of his comfortable chairs.

"You can sit down."

"My arse is covered with your spunk!"

"I could wipe it off for you if you'd let me touch your body!"

"Okay!"

Dan left his coffee at the side of his sofa and he ran into the kitchen again. he returned with a hand towel, he came up behind me and pulled at the waistband of my skirt, I felt it slacken off, he'd flipped the clasp and pulled the zipper at the back of my skirt in one action, my skirt sank to my ankles.

He rubbed the spunk away from my arse and then he reached around me, he lifted the front of my T-shirt and dabbed at the spunk covering my ribs and stomach but as he rubbed he was bending his knees, he slipped his hips against my buttocks and slotted his cock between my thighs. He fucked the soft flesh between my thighs as he wiped my stomach down. He stood up into me, his massive cock pushing the thin gusset of my thong up into my cunt. He backed away an inch and dropped the spunk covered towel on to the floor, I was stroking the front of my knickers as he started to slid his cock back up towards my cunt again.

At the crucial moment I pulled my knickers to one side and opened the way for his cock to slide up into my cunt. I gasped with the agony and the ecstasy of such a massive cock burrowing up into my cunt. In ten seconds my knees felt weak, in twenty I started to fall forward and crashed, face down, onto his sofa, all the way through the fall Dan was still fucking me and for forty minutes after I finished falling. I had so many orgasms that I was like a soggy dishrag that needed wringing out when Dan finally fired his third salvo of spunk up into my cunt.

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After our fuck things turned very civilised, I sat on the chair in my knickers and top while Dan sat totally naked...apart from his white ankle socks of course.

We drank our coffee and made small talk...

"When you hide in the ladies toilet to flash at women using the loo, do you care who you flash at...I mean, do you go for younger women, older...who?"

"I don't care, any woman, any age, any colour, I get excited and flash at them, if I'm really lucky, they'll jerk me off, some even suck my cock but not many women will do that as my cock is so big."

"So...you'll fuck any woman of any age?"

"Yes!"

I took out my mobile phone and snapped a photograph of Dan, I dialled a number.

"Mum, are you still frustrated?"

I listened to my mother's response...

"I'm going to send you a picture, see what you think."

I sent the picture through to my mother, "He's here and he's hard, he needs a woman who won't say stop!"

I told her Dan's address and hung up.

"You've really just invited your mother over to have sex with me while you watch?"

I shook my head, "Not watch, I've got to get off to work but I thought that fucking my mother...who hasn't had sex for a year...would keep you out of trouble for a few more hours."

I passed my mother out on the main road as I was heading into Kettering to meet up with Gavin, she was driving like a drunk driver she was so desperate to get fucked...

Chapter 5

I had to go home for a shower after playing with Dan, John was home, he'd been to see Joan, she knew that Paul wasn't her biological father, her mother had confessed to having sex with another man to conceive but hadn't told her who.

"Sue and Joan are coming over on Sunday, I'm going to screw Sue, try and make her pregnant, it'll make a change to fuck a woman who looks and acts so much like a man.

We had dinner together, well dinner for John but Lunch for me, and then I went off to work, observations on a drug dealer who stood on the corner of Abby Street and Melbourne Road. We weren't really interested in William Baker though, he was the small fry on the end of a long supply chain, we wanted to find the man who supplied William and follow him to his supplier and on up the chain. I was in the camera van on Melbourne Road and Gavin was in an empty house on Abbey Street, I was listening to Gavin ranting and raving about William Baker being a lazy little bastard in my earpiece because we'd been in position for an hour and William still hadn't turned up for work selling drugs. His customers were all there, eight men just wandering about aimlessly desperate to get their fix for the weekend.

William finally turned up to sell drugs to his customers and we spent the rest of the night recording the comings and goings out on the street, William may have been late turning up for work but he did put in a full shift, he stood there from midnight until six o'clock in the morning. We were just about to pack up when a new player turned up, an unknown face took over from William so we were stuck there monitoring the new drug dealer selling a few batches of drugs to customers.

My police issue mobile telephone rang at mid day. I knew it couldn't be Gavin as he was still ranting in my left ear. I was surprised; Gavin was the only person who had ever rung me on my official phone since I was issued with it. I looked at the screen, the caller name on the screen was 'COBRA'. I was either being called by a snake or The Cabinet Office Briefing Room so I prepared myself to talk to a slithering reptile in either case.

I pressed the green button and held the phone to my left ear so that what I heard would be transmitted on to Gavin too.

"Don't say a word, your mobile's GPS shows you are near the Northampton Saints Rugby ground, Walk to the Abbey Street Recreation Park and wait to be picked up, tell no one what you are doing!"

I hadn't gone against my instructions, I hadn't told Gavin what I was doing but he knew because he'd listened in on the telephone call at the same time as me. I left the observation van, walked along Melbourne Road, turned right into Abbey Street and walked to the gate at the end of the road. There was a wide strip of bare earth that sometimes doubled as a car park for people using the Abbey recreation ground. I walked towards Ross Road, when I got close to Tower Square a black Lynx helicopter drifted over the rooftops of the houses and swooped down onto the wide expanse of grass that held all kinds of impromptu sporting activities.
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The rear payload door opened and a uniformed soldier jumped out of the back, he called out over the slowing rotor sound of the helicopter, "Detective Sergeant Clarke?"

"Yes."

"With me please Ma'am!"

I ducked down and ran over towards the helicopter, I was helped into the back and he followed me in, closing the door to the outside world behind him. The windows of the rear section were blacked out so I couldn't see anything from the rear area, just eight seats and a lot of empty space. I was handed a helmet to help cut out the noise of the helicopter's engines and aid our communications with each other in the rear compartment.

"Where are we going?"

"London Ma'am."

"Really, I'm sure that London lies to the south of us but we appear to be flying due West at the moment."

I saw the soldier smile, "For the purpose of our exercise we're flying south to London Ma'am."

"What is the exercise?"

I saw him press his earphones to his head; he was listening to someone that I couldn't hear on my radio headset.

"All I'm allowed to tell you is that this is an anti-terrorism exercise, you'll be given what information is available when we arrive."

The helicopter was flying at full speed judging from the sound of the engines and the nose down attitude of the helicopter flight and it took around twenty minutes to reach our destination and for the whole of that twenty minutes we continued due West. I could only estimate the distance roughly but as we started to drop down I could see that we were in a large wooded area, a very large wooded area so I guessed that we were landing inside the SAS's playground in the Brecon Beacons which would have been about right, a twenty minute flight at the Lynx's top speed of almost two hundred and fifty miles per hour.

I was directed towards a large tent at the side of the small helicopter landing pad hewn out of the woods.

I was greeted by a smiling man in a dark suit, he was in his late sixties, thinning grey hair and a bushy moustache, his right arm had a gold armband circling his bicep.

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"I'm Gold Commander, I'm in charge of this exorcise. Firstly, may I ask what time you came on duty?"

"I started at ten o'clock yesterday evening."

"And when was your last meal break?"

"I ate pizza at my post in the observations van at around two o'clock this morning sir."

"In that case I'm obligated to offer you a four hour rest break and a hot meal before you start this exercise."

"Thank you sir but if this were a real event, there would be no time to take a piss never mind a sleep break and a hot meal...I think I'd better get on with it...if that's okay with you."

He smiled and moved his wrist, it looked like he was ticking a box on his clipboard.

"A group of terrorists were prevented in an attack on Parliament earlier this evening, they were chased to ground in The Westminster Community Centre where we believe a number of female civil servants were dropping their toddlers off at kindergarten. The number of terrorists is unknown, the number of potential hostages is likewise unknown. Your task is simple, Gather any and all information on the strength and disposition of the terrorists as well as the number and situation of the hostages."

A young man stepped forward, he was wearing a police cadet uniform with Hereford constabulary insignia on the collar and he was wearing a white armband around his right bicep.

Gold Commander looked at the young man, "This is Cadet Richard Wildman, he is designated your runner for this exercise, he will guide you to the start point for your exercise, he has local knowledge, is fully briefed and will give you any assistance that he is allowed to give under the terms of the exercise."

Richard gestured towards a village a few hundred yards away from the tent that was being used as the command centre. The area we were in was where British troupes trained for urban warfare and street to street fighting under the tutelage of the SAS. Richard guided me to the side of one house, "What are you allowed to tell me about this house?"

The family have been evacuated to a safe location after the terrorists went to ground in the civic centre."

"Anything else?"

"You can use anything you find inside this house to help you in your task."

"Do any of the windows in these houses overlook the civic centre?"

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"They all do Ma'am but I think what you meant to ask was, can you see into any of the windows in the civic centre from any of the houses in this street and the answer to that question would have been no, the civic centre faces to the east, built on the foundations of the old church that was aligned east to west, catches the afternoon sun.

I needed to get a look at the civic centre building, I could have gone and stood in the street but I thought that might make me stand out somewhat so I went into the house through the back door. Richard was on my heels as we walked through the kitchen, I looked around as I passed through, then came the living room, nothing there much of interest either. The front bedroom was typical of a bedroom, well, typical of a bedroom from the fifties, even the alarm clock at the side of the bed was a windup make. I could see the main entrance of the civic centre opposite but there were no windows on that side, just a large oak door with a small glass window set in it.

I stood looking for thirty seconds, mulling things over...Richard could have said that I could use anything from any of the houses but he'd been definite, 'You can use anything you find inside 'This' house to help you in your task.' is what he'd said, I'd looked around the inside of the house on my way to the front bedroom...I hadn't looked in the back bedroom or bathroom though. I ran to the bathroom, that was typical of the fifties as well as the rest of the house. The back bedroom was different though, the back bedroom had a box divan bed, it looked brand new, there were posters on the wall, a PC on a desk, this room had been dressed recently, then something caught my attention, a green flashing light.

I stepped closer to the flashing light, "Richard, what does the flashing green light on this toy mean?"

"If it's anything like mine Ma'am, it means that the battery is fully charged."

"You have one of these?"

"Mine is very similar Ma'am."

"It looks like a quad-copter, does it have a camera attachment?"

Richard took the toy off of its charging mount and tipped it upside-down, "This one has a very good quality camera Ma'am."

"You know how to operate it?"

"I do Ma'am but there has to be a paired mobile phone to operate it."

I saw Richard look towards a dresser unit; his eyes were definitely focused on the top drawer.

I opened the drawer, "Like this?"

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Richard turned the telephone on and pointed to an icon on the screen, "This is the same app that my drone uses."

We took the toy helicopter down to the edge of the property, "Go on then Cadet, do your stuff!"

"That would be against my protocol Ma'am, I may follow any instructions given but may offer no help above and beyond my instructions."

"Fly the helicopter over to the main door, I'd like to see through that little window."

Richard flew the helicopter across the road, he had good piloting skills and as the drone reached the door I stepped in behind Richard and looked over his shoulder, my left hand resting on Richard's left shoulder, he looked to his left, looked at my hand on his shoulder and then he looked to his right at my face looking over his shoulder and smiled.

"Am I making you feel uncomfortable Richard?"

"No...not at all Ma'am, it's a necessity to be so close as the screen is so small."

"Disappointingly dark, is there any way I can see more without letting the terrorists know I'm looking?"

"Some drones have infra-red capabilities."

"Does this drone have the infra-red option?"

Richard checked a few controls on the mobile phone, "Yes it does, infra-red filming as well as an infra red led lamp that will illuminate fifteen yards into the room.

"Okay, let's see the room in infra red first."

"No heat sources in the room Ma'am."

I patted his shoulder, "Okay, light it up!"

The reception area was illuminated, there was a door at the far end of the area with a fluorescent 'Fire Escape' sign. There was nothing of interest or that would help me in my task in the reception area.

"Okay Richard, back away twenty feet and fly to the west side of the building, I need to see the window configuration."

Richard flew to a point where I could see the front face of the building.

"Right, fly to the top right corner of the right hand window please Richard."

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I was directing the views I wanted to see in the civic centre, I could see five seated mannequins that represented the hostages; each had a smaller mannequin on their lap representing a toddler. I saw three standing mannequins with AK-forty-seven assault rifles in their hands. I was about to tell Richard to bring the drone home, I'd recommend a three man sniper team take out all three terrorists in a coordinated shot. I could see that there were several trees to the west that could screen snipers getting into position high enough to take the shots.

"Can you select infra-red again please Richard?"

He gave me a confused look

"Please!"

He flicked the control button and the screen changed to black and white but there was a flare in the right hand corner of the room, a heat source right in front of the door leading into the room.

"Right, now fly over to the left hand window, I want a view across the room from the left so I can get a better look at what's in front of the door."

Richard flew the drone higher than the roof and over to the left of the building, he lowered the drone, swivelled it so that I could see diagonally across the room.

"Can you zoom in any closer please Richard?"

The screen flickered to a close up of the rear right hand corner of the room. It wasn't a mannequin sitting on the floor, it was a real live man, he looked like he had a bandage on his right leg and was wearing what looked like a suicide vest, he was holding a dead-man's trigger in his right hand.

"Right, bring the drone home now."

I took the radio off of Richard and called Gold Commander to make my observation report.

"Ten hostages, five adult females and five toddlers. Four terrorists, three standing, armed with AK-forty-sevens and one sitting on the floor, he's wounded and wearing a suicide vest with dead-man's trigger by the looks of it sir."

"Four terrorists, are you sure?"

"That's what it looks like to me sir."

"Recommendations' please?"

"Start negotiations sir, if we can't talk the situation down it's going to end badly!"

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"We have full access to twenty-two regiment, we could access any number of snipers..."

"I think that the terrorist in the suicide vest holding a dead-man's switch kind of negates the use of direct force with five women and five children within the blast radios sir."

"The exercise is concluded, return to control."

I looked at Richard, "I can't believe that I've been dragged eighty miles..." I looked at my wrist watch, "...to spend eight minutes in the Brecon Beacons on an exercise."

"If it's any consolation Ma'am, I've never known the exercise to end so quickly."

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

"I'm just a runner Ma'am, I have no terms of reference to make a value judgement."

In the command tent Gold Commander offered me his hand, I went to shake his but he grasped my wrist instead, he slipped a green armband on my arm and slid it up to my bicep, "We've finished the exercise early, we have at least two hours before the Home Secretary is due to arrive, so...if you'd like to rest there is a chalet available for you to rest in, there is hot food and drink in the dining tent, just let Cadet Wildman know what you want, he will show you the way."

I looked at the young cadet, he was half my age, I'd never been tempted by anyone so young before...well, when I was younger I did but never a man half my age before mind you, my recent sexual awakening had me thinking massively inappropriate thoughts about Cadet Richard Wildman!

"I need coffee and something to eat."

Richard smiled at me, "This way Ma'am."

There were four middle-aged men sitting around one table in the middle of the dining area, two had red armbands and two orange, there were four cadets sitting at another table to one side, all wearing the same white armbands that Richard was wearing. I nodded my head at the four young faces, smiled and mouthed 'Good morning' at them. Four bored and serious looking faces turned into smiles. I grabbed a coffee and a bacon sandwich from the buffet table and joined the table with the middle-aged men who I assumed that I'd been competing against in a test that I had no idea that I was going to be taking.

"Hi Guys, DS Vicky Clark, Northampton City Constabulary."

I got four names, all Detective Sergeants; one from Brighton, one from Oxford, one from Ipswich and the last one was a local man from Hereford.

"So, how do we all feel we did on the exercise guys?"

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I got a strange looks from everyone at the table and then a chuckle from one man, DS Franklin from Oxford, one of the red armbands, shook his head, "I don't think I did very well, I was just slipping a snake camera under the door into the classroom to get a look inside the room when they called my exercise to an end."

A second man chimed in, "I didn't get that far, I sent my runner for a coffee while I scoped out a vantage point to look in through the window and they told me that the exercise was over..." DS Patterson from Ipswich had one of the orange armbands on, "...I was in the middle of an important investigation when they dragged me over here for this crap and I only lasted fifteen minutes...I've wasted most of the day."

I thought that was strange, he'd been there fifteen minutes and all he'd done was ordered a coffee and was looking for a place to get a view into the civic centre's mother and toddler group meeting.

I looked at the DS Grant from Brighton, another red armband, "I tried everything I could think of, I was an hour in when I sent my runner over to see if he could see anything from the dustbin area and they called time on me."

I thought back to what I remembered from the drone footage, the dustbin area could have been seen from the windows of the civic centre if a terrorist had been looking in that direction. The final orange armband, DS Carpenter, shook his head, "I spent ninety minutes but there just wasn't anything I could use to get a view inside the room without being seen, I ran around like a chicken with its head cut off but didn't get anywhere, in the end I had to call it off myself."

Now all eyes were on me, DS Franklin said, "What about you, it was less than ten minutes from your ride landing to you walking in here, what did you do wrong?"

I shook my head, "I reported what I'd seen in the room and Gold Commander called an end to the exercise."

"How the hell did you get to see inside the room and so fast?"

I was just about to tell them when Gold Commander entered the eating area and took a cup of coffee. He walked over to our table and looked around the five of us.

"Lady and gentlemen, you may be wondering what this exercise was in aid of..." he looked from one to another of us, he was making eye contact with each of us in turn, "...You are all recently promoted to DS rank and are all from police areas within fifty miles of London. You are the kind of officers that would be called in to assist in the event of a serious terrorist incident happening in the greater London area. I had wanted to hand out five green armbands today and introduce the five of you to the Home Secretary as our latest fighters against terrorism but sadly I'm only going to be able to introduce one of you today."

He was now looking at me, "DS Clarke, could you please give me your first impression of your competitor's downfall during the exercise today?"

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"How could I possibly do that sir, I didn't arrive until after their exorcises had ended."

"I get the feeling that you're astute enough to have picked up most things from the conversations you've already had with your colleagues!"

"Well, DS Franklin tried to insert a snake camera under the door, he had no way of knowing that there was a terrorist sitting with his back against the door, the terrorist probably saw or felt the camera and he triggered the suicide vest, killing everyone."

I looked at Gold Commander, he showed no recognition if I was right or wrong so I took a deep breath and continued, "DS Patterson sent his runner for coffee, he had no way of progressing in his task without the help of his runner and that was probably why his attempt ended, I'm guessing that the orange band was for failing but no one getting killed."

Again there was no recognition from the exercise commander, "DS Grant sent his runner into danger in desperation, probably got his runner killed or the hostages or both. Finally, DS Carpenter gave in, no one got killed as a result of his inaction so he got an orange armband."

"Why do you think DS Carpenter failed in his task?"

"Possibly because he didn't ask for help from his runner, we were told at the start that our runners had local information and could offer us help."

"I think we will be looking to you for help often in London over the next few years DS Clarke."

The other Detective Sergeants were sent home to their areas by car, I was invited to use the chalet to rest before my appointment with the Home Secretary. I went to the table with the five cadets sitting chatting, "Richard, can you show me where the chalet is, I have two and a half hours to kill before I have to meet the Home Secretary."

There were sniggering looks between the five young men and innuendo kind of nods and winks between them, Richard had obviously mentioned how close I'd got to him to watch the feed from the drone's camera.

I smiled as Richard jumped to his feet to guide me out to where a mobile home had been set up a short walk from the training village.

"I get the feeling that you made a little more of how close I got to you during the exercise Richard!"

"Sorry Ma'am, you mad at me?"

"Not really, you guys are all so used to bragging about your conquests or close contact of a female kind, I should have expected it."

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There were two mobile homes on the plot; each one had been built as three double bedrooms with en suite bathrooms instead of the usual living room, kitchen and bedrooms.

"Are you going back to the dining area now?"

Richard grinned, "I was planning on going for a run for...like...thirty minutes and going back to the other guys all hot and sweaty." He grinned at me and winked.

"Are you over eighteen?"

"Of course I am, you have to be eighteen to be a cadet these days."

"Can you think of another way to get hot and sweaty without running around?"

Richard grinned at me, "I can think of one way!"

I walked into the bedroom and left the door open behind me, Richard stood in the doorway watching me as I sat on the bed. He'd been cocky earlier, very sure of himself but now, in the cold light of the bedroom, he suddenly looked like a lost little boy.

"Well?"

"I'm not...I don't know...I mean, I've never done anything...not yet!"

"You mean to tell me that you're still a virgin?"

He looked crestfallen as he nodded his head, "You...you won't tell the others that I'm..."

I stopped him, "A journey of a thousand miles starts by closing the bedroom door behind you!"

He looked uncertain for a moment and then stepped through the door and closed it behind him, there was dappled light flooding in through the window set in the door as well as the window at the side of the door, I pondered the fact that if Richard didn't return to his fellow cadets in a reasonable time, they might come looking...
"Close the blinds Richard."

He suddenly looked disappointed, "Well, it's my first time...I was kind of hoping that I'd get to see...something at least!"

"Due to the miracle of modern living, we can have the drapes closed and still see if we switch the lights on!"

"Oh...ho, I thought you wanted the room to be dark."

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I shook my head and he switched the lights on before closing the curtains. He turned to look at me, he hesitated a moment before taking a step towards me.

"What would you like to do Richard?"

He giggled childishly, "Everything!"

"Do you want to undress me or do you want me to undress myself?"

He swallowed hard, "We're really going to...I mean...actually going to do IT."

"Yes...why? Aren't you sure that you want to do IT!"

"It's not that, it's just that some girls like to lead a guy on and at the last minute they change their minds."

"Well, you're okay with me, I'm just interested in recreational sex...so why don't you undress and let me see what I'm going to get to help me relax."

He rushed to strip off, his cock was disappointingly small but he was young, so I hoped that what he lacked in length and girth he would make up for in enthusiasm and recycle speed. As soon as he was naked I undressed as well, his eyes were out on stalks when I pulled my bra off and he got his first view of my unfettered breasts.

I wriggled down on the bed and lifted my arse off of the mattress to pull my knickers down, I looked at Richard, his cock jumped when he saw my bush for the first time and again when I opened my legs and he saw the bright pink of my excited cunt flash out from under my blond pussy hair. He was rooted to the spot, I had to beckon to him to come to me. He kneeled on the bed at my side and reached out to touch my breast, he squeezed my tit and then smiled, "How old are you?"

"It's a little rude to ask a woman her age!"

"You asked me my age!"

"Because you look so young, I had to be sure that you were over eighteen before I let things go too far."

"So, how old are you?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"I was wondering if you were as old as my mum!"

"How old is your mother?"

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"She's thirty-nine."

I felt really guilty as I pulled his face down to mine to kiss him...not guilty enough to stop though. I sought out his cock as we kissed and as I took him in my hand he gasped. He pulled his mouth away from mine and he looked down at his cock to see what I was doing to him, he looked back at my face and grinned, "That feels lovely...but you didn't tell me your age!"

"Would you rather I sucked your cock or told you how old I am?"

"The sucking thing please."

I pushed him onto his back and lifted my upper body, I kissed his neck and then I kissed down his body as I rubbed his cock with my hand. I kissed all the way down to his cock and then lifted it to my lips, he gasped again as I kissed the head of his cock. I looked up at his face, he looked like he was in heaven and I pressed my face down but didn't open my lips, his cock bent a little and then forced my mouth open to another gasp and as I applied a little light suction he shot me in the mouth. I swallowed his jizz down and kept sucking as his cock slipped down into his balls.

He looked crestfallen again because he'd climaxed so quickly. I rolled onto my back and started kissing him while he fumbled with my tits again. I took a hold of his wrist and pulled his hand off of my tits, I rubbed his palm down over my ribcage and over my pussy hair, then I took his middle finger and pressed it on top of my clitoris.

"Can you feel that little bump?"

He grinned and nodded his head, "That's my clitoris and it's as sensitive as your cockhead, if you press down gently, trap it against my pubic bone and then move your finger to one side..." I gasped as his fingertip slipped off of my clit, "...like that, it will give me a lot of pleasure."

He took over himself, catching my clitoris, trapping it and then slipping off on the other side. I let him get a little practice so he could capture it every time he tried and then I moved my hand to his cock again, I got him hard and said, "You want to try fucking me now?"

His grin almost split his face in two as I guided him on top of my body and aimed his cock at my cunt. He started to do the energiser bunny fuck until I stopped him, "Take your time or you'll climax before I'm even close."

I taught him how to fuck me the way I liked to be fucked, I monitored him carefully and delayed him when I thought he was too close to his orgasm and when he finally climaxed into my cunt he almost passed out his balls were so full.

"Well, you look suitably sweaty now, are you going back to the other cadets?"

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He looked thoughtful for a moment and then he shook his head, "I think I'l go into one of the other bedrooms and have a shower..." He smiled at me and shrugged his shoulders, "...I don't think I want that bunch of morons getting the wrong idea about you!"

I pulled him into the shower in my room and I washed him in the shower before stepping in with him and let him wash me.

Once we were both dry we walked back to the dining area, a thirty year old man was talking to the four cadets, he saw that they were distracted, all looking behind him and he stopped talking to them and turned to look at me. The man gave me a smile and then he looked serious, "I'm pissed off with you!"

"Why me?"

"You screwed up my test...and in just eight sodding minutes!"

"How did I do that?"

"Because you spotted me before I spotted you, we've run this scenario fifty time and you're the first to spot the trap. Now I've got to come up with a new exercise."

"Why do you need a new exercise?"

"We can only run an exercise until the first time it's completed because others will hear what the trick was to solving it. Mind you, I won't miss sitting on that bloody cold floor for eight hours at a time."

Our conversation was cut short by the sound of a helicopter flying in with the Home Secretary on board. I watched Richard join his friends, they were asking him what had happened while he was gone, I heard him hiss, "Just bloody grow up...you're like a bunch of kids!"

I thought, 'Richard has grown up a lot in two hours, I took a boy into my bed and sent back a man!'

I was guided back to the exercise area, the cadets were all there as well as I shook hands with the Home Secretary and had to walk him through what I'd done, how I'd managed to defeat a test that was designed to be un-winnable, he was talking to the cadets as well, the cadet that had been assigned to DS Franklin.

"...I guided my officer to the side of the plumber's house, it took him a while to get around to searching the house to find the snake camera that the plumber used to look down sewers for broken pipes. I suggested that he could go to the side of the building and use the snake camera to look around the corner and into the room but he decided to look in the reception area first, when he saw that the window in the main room was covered he went into the reception and tried pushing the camera under the door."

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The SAS officer chuckled, "I have to say I got the surprise of my life with where DS Franklin was trying to shove that damned camera sir."

I was left with Richard while the group of dignitaries moved along the line of people that were needed to run the exercises.

Richard smiled at me and whispered, "So...how old are you?"

"I'm a year older than your mother!"

Richard's grin widened, "I think that all of my friends would love to do their mothers...well...would love to do my mother...so, my doing you is almost like me screwing my mother. I'll miss this place, been a lot of fun coming here every week to help with the test."

"Why won't you be part of the next test?"

"Because you nailed this test they'll have to reinvent the test and when they start it up again the runners will all be cadets from Bath or Bristol, the honour moves around the local police forces each time the test is renewed."

I was handed a certificate to say that I'd completed the test but that wasn't the important thing, I was also given a starting date to join a special class in anti terrorism so that I could help the Metropolitan Police Force in times of need.

I sat in the helicopter with the Home Secretary, we flew to London to a heliport mounted on top of a tall building close to Westminster and the Houses of Parliament. After he deplaned I switched my personal mobile phone on, seven messages from my father spread out from just after I went on duty yesterday to just a few moments ago. I couldn't phone him or listen to the messages he'd left on my phone because of the engine noise in the helicopter so I sent him a text message, 'Am on my way home in a helicopter, will be home in twenty minutes and I'll call you then to see what you wanted.'

The answer came in just a few seconds, 'What the hell are you doing in a helicopter...no...forget that...do you have any idea where your mother is, she didn't come home last night!'

'Been away on an SAS anti terrorist exercise. No idea where mum is, did you guys have an argument or something?"

I then sent a text to my mother, "Mum, where the hell are you? Dad is going bonkers!'

My mother's reply didn't come in until after I had landed in the middle of the park in my village, 'I'm still with your friend Dan...I may never go home again!'

I walked home, John wasn't home yet so I left him a note and jumped in my car to drive to my father's house to talk to him face to face.

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He was devastated when I told him that my mother was having fun and might not go home ever again.

"...dad, it's your own fault, mum told me that you haven't had sex with her for a year."

"Not all my fault lass, I wanted to try something a little different and she wouldn't even try it so I told her that I wouldn't have sex with her again until she let my try it my way first."

"What the hell did you want to do that's different after forty-five years of marriage?"

"We watched one of them blue films in the hotel when we were on holiday last year, the giy shoved his cock up the woman's arse and I asked your mother to let me try it that way after the film finished and she told me to fuck off."

"Dad, I'm sure that anal sex isn't that special!"

"Have you and John done it that way?"

"We tried it with John but John is a little too big so I used a carrot to get me started."

I thought better of telling my dad that I'd let my boss fuck my arse in the last forty-eight hours.

"But at least you tried it for him."

"No, not really for him, I was the one who wanted to try it but I chickened out when he'd only got an inch in me."

"I don't think I'd have been able to stop if I'd got an inch in your mother, I'd have had to got all the way."

My father handed me a cup of coffee and as he stepped away I noticed a tent in his trousers, it was the first time in forty years that I'd seen my father hard. I had known even as a little girl that my parents had a very active sex life...I'd even known that it wasn't usual for parents to be sexually active, I'd spoken to all of my friends at school about it when I was younger, not one of my friends had ever heard their parents having sex.

"Erm...dad...are you okay?"

"Just talking about anal sex...I think I've got a fixation about it after seeing it in that bloody blue film and now you talking about wanting to try it out with John."

I blew into my cup and took a sip of my coffee. I'd expected my dad to turn away from me because of the way that his trousers were tenting out but he didn't, he just stood there looking at me, looking very sheepish before he cleared his throat and said in an almost whisper, "I don't suppose you'd be interested in helping me get it out of my system would you?"

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I blew harder into my coffee, in the last few weeks I'd allowed almost any and every man to fuck me, some for my pleasure, some for John's pleasure and some for cash. I sipped my coffee again, what was the real difference between my father and any other man...hell, I'd even fucked African as well as Asian men.

"What dad, you want to try shagging my arse...is that what you're saying?"

He smiled and nodded his head.

"Okay, but not in mum's bed, you'll have to do it in my old bedroom."

"I'd rather do it right here!"

He walked over to me, took my coffee cup out of my hands and then pressed his trousered cock against my shoulder. I unzipped his trousers and inspected his cock, one of the first things I noticed was that my father was circumcised, I hadn't expected that and the fact that even though he was fully hard he was nowhere close to as big as John...no wonder my mother fell in love with Dan's monster cock.

I sucked my father's cock for a few moments before he pulled me to my feet, he bent me over the kitchen table, face down and he pulled the back of my knickers down, "Would you like some kind of lubricant?"

"What kind?"

"In the blue film, the man used butter."

I pulled a face, I didn't like the sound of butter up my bum but my dad didn't see that, he was just about to scoop his fingers into the butter dish by my ear when I stopped him. He started rubbing his index finger against my anal muscle. His finger popped in without any resistance, "John must have loosened your muscle a lot when he tried to fuck you up your arse because it feels really wide open back here."

I smiled at my father's comment but that was suddenly wiped off of my face, there was a sudden pain, just a momentary discomfort as he forced his cock up my bum. It only took him a few moments to shoot his load up there because my arse was much tighter than any vagina. He fell against my back, it was really weird feeling my father's body pressing down on me as we were both almost fully dressed in his kitchen, his cock slowly shrinking out of my arse.

I left him on my back until his breathing returned to normal and then pushed him up.

"Has that got it out of your system now?"

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He grinned, "Well, I won't bother your mother with it any more but I hope that we can do it again soon!"

I'd finished my first week as a detective, I'd had more sex in that week than I'd had in my life before to that date, I wonder what my second week at work would bring me...

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