your memory.
Either that or you are sorely in need of retraining. I can see that
we have a serious investigation on our hands, Sergeant. Stop
tittering and do your duty.'
Tom watched in
dumbfounded astonishment as Amy Tooth unzipped her hideous
shell-suit from throat to navel and emerged from it like a
butterfly from a chrysalis. He gulped at the sight of two
grapefruit-sized breasts packed tight into a shiny gold satin
brassiere that lifted and separated, offering to his fevered
imagination a feast of succulence. Her creamy midriff was bared to
shiny black PVC shorts, cut high on the thigh and tight across the
bulge of her pouting mons veneris.
Her legs were
long and fleshy, the skin of her thighs smooth and white above
gleaming leather boots that encased her up to the knee. She was a
cock-stiffening dream-come-true - even for a man like Tom whose
cock needed no further stiffening. It jerked on his belly in
salute.
Amy turned to
rummage in her bag, bending at the waist to do so, thrusting out
her gleaming posterior in heart-stopping provocation.
Inspector
Quartermain observed Tom's interest with satisfaction. 'She's got a
hell of an arse, hasn't she? I thought that might be to your
taste.'
He could not
deny it. The swollen hemispheres of flesh filled his vision and his
exposed cock pulsed with guilty desire.
Amy
straightened and turned, one hand now sheathed in a rubber surgical
glove, the other holding a small plastic bottle.
'Don't be
alarmed, Mr Glass,' said Inspector Quartermain. 'She's just going
to take a sample.'
'A sample?'
said Tom as Amy stepped up to the bed. 'What sample?'
'Tell him,
Sergeant,' said Quartermain, a smile licking her thin lips.
'A sperm
sample,' grunted Amy as her gloved fingers closed on the shaft of
Tom's penis. 'We need a sample of your filthy, pervert's spunk.
It's standard procedure, isn't it, guv?'
'Just
routine,' said the inspector. 'I'd lie back and enjoy it if I were
you. Sergeant Tooth is renowned for her technique.'
Amy shot the
elder woman a poisonous glance and began to pump Tom's cock with no
attempt at finesse. Her breasts thrust against her halter, the
nipples like big buttons beneath the satin. Her mouth was set in a
hard line and her eyes were fierce.
'Hey!' shouted
Tom as she almost lifted him off the bed by the root.
'Pardon me,
darling,' she drawled sarcastically and smacked his cock from side
to side across his belly.
'Do it
properly, Amy,' said Quartermain.
'Sorry, guv,'
the girl said and began to massage the head of Tom's tool in
earnest.
'That's
better,' said the inspector. 'She does know what she's doing
really, Mr Glass. She's had lots of practice.'
Amy's hand
speeded up, flicking Tom's foreskin up and down the crimson glans.
Her brow was furrowed with concentration and the pink tip of her
tongue protruded from between her pursed lips.
Tom stared
ahead at the junction of his abuser's white thighs and at the mound
of her sex encased in gleaming black. He was paralysed by lust and
fear.
Claire's voice
broke the silence.
'She's pretty,
isn't she, Tom? I bet you'd like to see her naked. Peel off those
pants and get your hands on her creamy bum. Spread her legs and
stick your tongue up her puss. She tastes of sea, did you know
that? Some girls are sweet. Pussies made out of spun sugar and
candied fruit. Like your little Petra, I bet. Amy's just the
opposite. She's musky and tangy, all salt and spray. She's got a
savoury cunt, haven't you, Amy? I bet you'd like to make a meal of
it, Tom - Oh, I say! That's more than enough for a sample, Mr
Glass, you've quite filled up the jar.'
'So what did
you make of him, then?' said Claire Quartermain to Amy Tooth as
they made their way along the corridor outside Tom's room.
'He's just
your average offender, guv.'
'Average
offenders don't run billion-pound businesses, Sergeant.'
'You know what
I mean. Out of his smart suit he's a pervert like all the
rest.'
'Better
endowed though, wouldn't you
Either that or you are sorely in need of retraining. I can see that
we have a serious investigation on our hands, Sergeant. Stop
tittering and do your duty.'
Tom watched in
dumbfounded astonishment as Amy Tooth unzipped her hideous
shell-suit from throat to navel and emerged from it like a
butterfly from a chrysalis. He gulped at the sight of two
grapefruit-sized breasts packed tight into a shiny gold satin
brassiere that lifted and separated, offering to his fevered
imagination a feast of succulence. Her creamy midriff was bared to
shiny black PVC shorts, cut high on the thigh and tight across the
bulge of her pouting mons veneris.
Her legs were
long and fleshy, the skin of her thighs smooth and white above
gleaming leather boots that encased her up to the knee. She was a
cock-stiffening dream-come-true - even for a man like Tom whose
cock needed no further stiffening. It jerked on his belly in
salute.
Amy turned to
rummage in her bag, bending at the waist to do so, thrusting out
her gleaming posterior in heart-stopping provocation.
Inspector
Quartermain observed Tom's interest with satisfaction. 'She's got a
hell of an arse, hasn't she? I thought that might be to your
taste.'
He could not
deny it. The swollen hemispheres of flesh filled his vision and his
exposed cock pulsed with guilty desire.
Amy
straightened and turned, one hand now sheathed in a rubber surgical
glove, the other holding a small plastic bottle.
'Don't be
alarmed, Mr Glass,' said Inspector Quartermain. 'She's just going
to take a sample.'
'A sample?'
said Tom as Amy stepped up to the bed. 'What sample?'
'Tell him,
Sergeant,' said Quartermain, a smile licking her thin lips.
'A sperm
sample,' grunted Amy as her gloved fingers closed on the shaft of
Tom's penis. 'We need a sample of your filthy, pervert's spunk.
It's standard procedure, isn't it, guv?'
'Just
routine,' said the inspector. 'I'd lie back and enjoy it if I were
you. Sergeant Tooth is renowned for her technique.'
Amy shot the
elder woman a poisonous glance and began to pump Tom's cock with no
attempt at finesse. Her breasts thrust against her halter, the
nipples like big buttons beneath the satin. Her mouth was set in a
hard line and her eyes were fierce.
'Hey!' shouted
Tom as she almost lifted him off the bed by the root.
'Pardon me,
darling,' she drawled sarcastically and smacked his cock from side
to side across his belly.
'Do it
properly, Amy,' said Quartermain.
'Sorry, guv,'
the girl said and began to massage the head of Tom's tool in
earnest.
'That's
better,' said the inspector. 'She does know what she's doing
really, Mr Glass. She's had lots of practice.'
Amy's hand
speeded up, flicking Tom's foreskin up and down the crimson glans.
Her brow was furrowed with concentration and the pink tip of her
tongue protruded from between her pursed lips.
Tom stared
ahead at the junction of his abuser's white thighs and at the mound
of her sex encased in gleaming black. He was paralysed by lust and
fear.
Claire's voice
broke the silence.
'She's pretty,
isn't she, Tom? I bet you'd like to see her naked. Peel off those
pants and get your hands on her creamy bum. Spread her legs and
stick your tongue up her puss. She tastes of sea, did you know
that? Some girls are sweet. Pussies made out of spun sugar and
candied fruit. Like your little Petra, I bet. Amy's just the
opposite. She's musky and tangy, all salt and spray. She's got a
savoury cunt, haven't you, Amy? I bet you'd like to make a meal of
it, Tom - Oh, I say! That's more than enough for a sample, Mr
Glass, you've quite filled up the jar.'
'So what did
you make of him, then?' said Claire Quartermain to Amy Tooth as
they made their way along the corridor outside Tom's room.
'He's just
your average offender, guv.'
'Average
offenders don't run billion-pound businesses, Sergeant.'
'You know what
I mean. Out of his smart suit he's a pervert like all the
rest.'
'Better
endowed though, wouldn't you
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