Carol sat in her car for a long time and stared at the front door of the station house. "Come on, baby, move your ass," Sergeant Miller's voice rang in her ears and she remembered how she'd moaned and sighed as she raised and lowered her eager body over his thick spear. Even now she could feel the way that it had spread her, opened her as it's blunt tip moved up and down the tight glove of her vagina. The beautiful brunette hadn't slept all night. Twice during the long morning hours she'd decided to send in her resignation that morning, but each time her pride came battling back to stop her.
"I will not let them chase me out, I won't!" How many times had she said that during the night? Carol shook her head tiredly, she just couldn't make up her mind to go in. Every time that she was ready she'd hear Miller's demands and feel his punishing staff slam into her and she would be limp and disoriented again.
"Damn you, Miller," the young woman muttered, "you caught me in a weak moment last night, but that was last night and I'll shove back if you try it again!" The sound of her voice reassured her, but Carol knew deep down that she couldn't resist if he wanted to do that to her again. She just couldn't!
Aggghhhh, honey, you're as tight as a little girl, lift your legs. Bits and snatches of what Miller had said and done to her last night kept wiggling in, confusing her. Carol looked at her watch and realized that she was almost late. A sudden burst of defiance brought her back again. "Goddamn all of you. I'll show you. You can't put me on the run, no matter how hard you try!"
Before she could think again, Carol was out of the car and stepping quickly toward the door. Each step that she took made the beautiful girl feel better, stronger. Things were going to be just fine, she could handle them!
"Check me out with a black and white," Carol snapped, but then she saw that it was Officer Brown behind the desk and her knees began to shake as she remembered the smooth climb of his hand up her stockinged thigh and the flames began to smoulder between her thighs.
Brown looked up in surprise at her agressive stance.
"Well? Come on pretty boy, give me the keys and let me go or I'll tell Miller and he might just spank you for being a naughty, lazy boy!"
The handsome man blushed and Carol felt better. She fought against the sweet feel of arousal as he wrote her name on a check list and handed over the keys. Carol paused and felt daring and brave. "What's your problem, Brown? Do you have to take every woman to Daddy Miller for the stamp of approval before you can get a share?"
Carol strode out, a great feeling carried her through the door and into the squad lot. The vision of the pretty young man staring at her in obvious embarrassment did wonders for her battered self respect.
It wasn't until she had the car on the street that Carol's feeling of triumph began to crumble around the edges. So I managed to shoot down, one of the little people. I could never do that with Miller or the lieutenant, they'd chop me down!
Carol found herself thinking of the tall, rumpled looking Watch-Commander and her thoughts made the beautiful woman squirm on the seat. She thought of the way that his big prick had strained against his fly when he stared at her and that sparked memories of the slick, maddening movements of another man's thick stem inside her body. In seconds the hungry flames in her damp pussy were roaring and licking at her tight sheath again!
Things were going well, Carol had managed to force her mind back to business and she was rolling right along. So far, everyone was in their place and ready. Carol had made her first stops and found everyone on duty. The fifth name on her list was Jim Phillips. For a moment, the lovely young brunette's mind drew a blank. Then she remembered him, a tall, shifty looking teen-ager.
For a moment, Carol thought of how the boy's hooded eyes worked back and forth over her body when they met yesterday. The boy had been trying to sneak quick peeks at her without her knowing what he was doing. That was another thing about the guard situation that bothered her. Some of the guards were students themselves, boys from the high school who were let off for an extra hour in the afternoon to help. She wished that all her guards were adults, but realized that she was lucky to get the boys.
Driving slowly, Carol drifted up against the curb and let the motor die, her dark eyes were on the tall, slender boy as he led a group of children across the street. He did that well enough and she knew that she really didn't have anything to complain about, but that uneasy, nervous feeling at the back of her neck came back whenever she thought about Jimmy Phillips and his hungry eyes.
As he walked back across the street, the boy noticed her. Carol saw his sleepy-eyed smile cross his face and braced herself as he walked toward her. Despite her best intentions she found herself staring at the tight crotch of the boy's jeans, searching for the lump of his penis!
"Good morning, boss, making the rounds?"
Carol was vaguely upset by the boy's casual self assurance. He stood close to the car, then bent down, resting his arm against hers on the frame.
For a few moments, Carol couldn't move. Jimmy wore a short sleeved shirt and the feel of his warm flesh against hers held her paralyzed. Then the pretty young policewoman caught the direction of his glance and jerked her arm away to cover her breasts as they began to tingle and grow more firm under her bra, the pressure of her arm only made the situation feel worse and she gripped at the wheel as she fought to keep the filthy thoughts out of her mind.
"Yes… Jim I'm… just checking, I do it twice a day." Carol felt foolish and awkward as she stammered and mumbled. He knew what her schedule was as well as she did!
"Yeah, that's right, you come around in the afternoon too. If I'm done by then, you could give me a ride back. You wouldn't mind that, would you Miss Davis?" There was a strange, purring sound in his voice and Carol felt a warm glowing in her belly in response to the sound. She squeezed her thighs together as the warmth rekindled the fires in her belly.
"Ohhh… I… no I suppose it would be all right, Jim… if I come by at that time," Carol said breathlessly. She felt embarrassed and trapped as she fidgeted behind the wheel. A small group of children arrived at the corner and the lovely brunette pointed at them, glad for the chance to change the subject.
"I think you'd best get back to your job, Jimmy," Carol said, in the strongest business first voice she could manage. The boy glanced at the children and nodded. He turned back to her and gave her another disturbing smile before he stood up. Carol couldn't stop her eyes and she found herself staring intently at the long outline of his penis before he stepped away.
Carol's hand shook slightly as she turned the key and the engine came to life. She was angry with herself as she pulled away from the curb. Jimmy heard the car and waved at her as she passed. Despite her anger and shame, she found herself waving back.
By the time that she got to the last stop, Carol had managed to gain control of herself again. Mrs. Abels was on the far side of the street, talking to a teenaged boy. For a long moment Carol stared at the two, Doris Abels was standing very close to the boy and there was something about the way that the small blonde had her hand on his shoulder that upset the beautiful policewoman.
At last the boy nodded and walked away. Doris stood staring after him for a moment, then she turned and headed for the car.
"Hi, how's your first day going?" Doris smiled and slipped into the car beside her. Carol couldn't think of anything witty or clever so she simply shrugged and smiled. Doris nodded and patted her hand. Carol was a bit surprised at the woman's familiarity but she seemed so natural and real that Carol couldn't be offended.
"I know, dear, believe me. It's hard going when you're on a new job," the small woman said. "But this is a good job for you, just think of all the side benefits you can cash in on."
Carol stared at Doris. She didn't have the faintest idea what she meant. "I… I don't understand, Mrs. Abels, what 'side benefits'?" The little woman cocked her head in Carol's direction and a sly grin crossed her face.
"Oh my dear, of course you understand. Look, let's be friends, okay?" Carol had a funny feeling in her belly, but she nodded just the same. "All right, I'm talking about all the young studs we can meet on a job like this. Now I do fine, but with your looks and the way that you get around, you should be able to find enough hard young cock to keep you busy day and night!"
"Mrs. Abels! Are you saying that I would… with these boys?" Carol felt her face burn as a vivid blush covered it, she would have tried to get out of the car but Doris caught her hand and held her tight, forcing her to listen.
"Whoa honey, don't be shocked," the pert little woman said. Carol thought she could hear amusement in the voice and was angry. "Well darling," Doris purred, inching a bit closer as she spoke. "If you're not making it with at least one of these kids now, you will be! Now stop acting like that and be honest with me."
Carol wanted to pull away, but she felt an evil, eager curiosity about what Doris would say next, so she sat very still and waited.
Doris caught the change in Carol's attitude and relaxed her grip on the younger woman's wrist. "That's better, now you listen to me, and don't interrupt." The older woman's brittle blue eyes flicked over her as another grin curved her lips. "When I was your age I was uptight, Carol, just the way you seem to be now. I had all those dirty little fantasies that embarrassed the hell out of me and I tried to pretend that they weren't there and drove myself batty doing it."
Doris settled back a bit and her eyes looked dreamy and far away. "I was half out of my mind back then, I'd go around in a constant state of arousal and hated myself for it. I tried to be content with my husband, but it was hard. Then, one lonely afternoon I invited our paper boy in for a Coke and before I knew it, that little stud was on top of me and reaming me out with a very man-sized cock!!!"
Carol knew that she was staring, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the blonde's face as she continued with her lewd story. "After that afternoon I was in heaven, dear. I was nice to my husband, I sang and whistled as I took care of the house because I knew that no matter how tense and jittery I got I'd have a nice stiff prick in me before nightfall! Then I met some other boys, through my paperboy, and pretty soon my mornings were filled too!"
The little woman turned and stared boldly at Carol, her eyes were direct and prying into her. "Am I embarrassing you, dear?" Before Carol could answer, Doris went on. "If I am, I'm sorry, but I think its something you should hear. Since that afternoon I've had a ball my dear. I've never been tense or upset, I've been with some of the most enchanting boys you've ever seen and if you haven't spent a lazy afternoon giving some lovely young kid his first blow job you don't know what you're missing!"
"I've never heard anything so… awful in my whole life!" Carol was shocked by the harsh tone of her voice, but it didn't bother Doris.
"Darling, that's exactly what I would have said back then, but can't you see what I'm trying to tell you?"
Carol shook her head in bewilderment.
"Boys are wonderful, managable lovers, girl. They stay hard forever and they can go on and on! Believe me, you need someone like that, I can hear your dainty little pussy snapping from over here!"
The beautiful brunette stiffened, her hands gripped the wheel so tight that her fingers ached. "That's not true," Carol managed to whisper, but even as she said it she could feel the tiny muscles in her love sheath pulling tight and feel the moisture seeping out.
Doris Abels grinned and nodded again, a pink tongue darted out and licked at her lips, leaving them wet and shiny. "I know just the boy for you to practice with. You know him, Jimmy Phillips?"
Carol stared at the pretty little woman in guilty surprise. She shuddered and had to force herself to be still. Doris saw the reaction and inched closer, her voice dropped to a husky whisper.
"Sure you know him. I can see it written on your face. He's just the boy for you, he has a lovely long prick that can drive you mad as it worms around in you. Relax and just let it happen."
Doris' voice was so low that Carol had to focus directly on her lips to make sure that she was hearing everything, there was something hypnotic about watching those sensuous lips as she formed the words. Carol felt her moral fences falling with each passing second.
"Just think of what it would feel like dear, just imagine laying on a nice wide bed and letting him spread your legs and slip up until you can feel that fat, hard knob rubbing against your clit!"
The filthy image was so real that Carol heard herself moan and felt her thighs straining against her skirt as they tried to part. Doris smiled and patted her hand as she went on.
"Jimmy's a devil, dear. He'll hold it just at the start until you beg him to do it. There's something so hot and bitchy about having to beg to be fucked, it makes me wet just thinking about it!"
The obscene words burned in her brain and Carol sighed unhappily as she felt fresh drops of her juices squirt out and wet the swelling folds of her labia.
"Oooo, darling, I can tell it turns you on too," the little blonde whispered. Out of the corner of her eye, Carol could see Doris squirming on the seat and knew that the motion of her bottom was making her sex rub and pinch inside her panties.
"Baby, you need what I'm talking about. I can tell because you're just the way I was when I was your age. Cut loose, dear, you'll be so happy that you did. Just imagine a hard young prick in you right now and keep on thinking about it."
Carol made a whimpering sound and fought against the impulse to pull her skirt up and jam a finger into herself! She didn't really want to masturbate, but she had to find some relief!!!
"Ohhhh… there he is," Doris cooed and Carol looked up to see the boy that the older woman had been talking to earlier standing on the corner. "Honey, I've got to go, that's my target for the morning. We're going to drive up into the park and I'm going to teach him how good it is to put his fat young dong in my tight little ass!!!"
Carol stared at the little blonde, she felt the horror and the filthy excitement squirming in her as the full impact of what she'd said hung in the air between them. Doris wiggled back to the door and slipped out, pausing only long enough to say one last tormenting thing. "Like they used to say in that commercial, try it, you'll like it!"
Long after Doris and the boy had left, Carol sat staring vacantly ahead. Inside her shapely body a war was being fought. Lust and need battered and slammed against her moral barricades and they were falling away. Beaten, Carol let one hand slip away from the wheel and crept up under her short skirt. "Ohhhh, I'm all wet," she murmured as a finger forced inside her panties and found her slippery groove. Her clitoris was hard and ready. "Oooo noooo, she's wrong, so wrong," Carol whimpered as her mind manufactured one lewd moment after another. She couldn't stop the sharp, pelvic jerks of her hips as she imagined a firm young cock slipping into her, but she couldn't see the boy's face. It wasn't Jimmy, but she couldn't tell who it was.
"Agggh, so hard," Carol whimpered, "go on… unnngg!!! Ahhh!!!" The young brunette's body jerked as her orgasm turned the frothing lube of her sex to steam!!! "Aaaiiiieee!!!"