It was quite an evening at the Los Cufrado Police Station. Amanda and Christina were once again being held for violating the strict public nudity law in the town. After showering in front of around thirty people, which were almost all men, Christina was now handcuffed bare-assed naked to a chair in the Chief's office with the office door wide open. While Chr...
Chapter Two - Balwyn Balwyn PD had 1200 police officers and about five hundred civilian staff on the payroll. The PD recruited thirty police cadets every three months with the expectation that not all of them would graduate; some of them would either fail the course or drop out of the Balwyn Police Academy before graduation. The Department recruited just e...
CHAPTER 1 Caleb Hunter had this recurring thing in his head about returning to the room and the woman sprawled on the bed, covered in sweat after having had sex with him, the moonlight coming in through the window and highlighting her, breeze fluttering the curtains. She'd opened her glistening eyes and coo, "Are you ready to fuck me again darling?" The fi...
Back at Zeke's, as Father Aviles walked into the bar, he smiled. There right above the television over the bar he saw Zeke hanging up a string of lighted plastic St. Joseph statues. Obviously he just got a new shipment in, and this was a unique addition to his ever growing collection of holiday decorations. "You know you missed it already." Father Aviles sa...
This is the fourth in my ongoing series of Batgirl stories, in which I try to explore the developing sexuality of her everyday counterpart, Barbara Gordon and her relationships with those around her, hopefully with a dash of excitement thrown in, for good measure. My grateful thanks, to all those readers who have sent me feedback containing their suggestions...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography, which is currently not updating. Stories after Music Box Dancer are: Return To Apple Grove, Media Matters, Swamp Frogs, Man of God. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story...
I'm a Literotica virgin. Yes, this is my first time submitting a story! But I'm compelled to say thanks to the many writers whose stories I've enjoyed reading on the site. I have my favorites, but all have provided me with countless hours of enjoyment and entertainment. Keep them coming! ************ Chief of Police Jack Olson stood in uniform with his arm...
Chapter 7. Shawna To others Shawna seemed to have had a difficult life. Her mother died of a heart attack when Shawna was fourteen. She had been tall, strong, and a renowned collegiate athlete. Her mother was just thirty-four years old when she died. Her father never got over his wife's death. He turned to alcohol and died of liver failure the summer after...
The sun rose over the town of Quartier Morin, about thirty miles from the major City of Cap-Haitien in North Haiti. It found Sebastien Renard in bed, sulking. The big and tall young Black man stirred restlessly. Another sleepless night. For the thousandth time he wondered what could have possessed his father, Boston Police sergeant Ernest Renard had left him...
The two open-top Police Jeeps cruised through town at the slowest of speeds with the naked girls sitting up in back like they were in a parade. The driver in Christina's Jeep tried to hit every bump so the men could watch Christina's ripe melons bounce. Christina was thoroughly embarrassed because there was no way for her to escape the cold stares and deviou...