say?'
'I
wouldn't.'
'I see. You've
had so many that size, you're blasé.'
'Oh please,
guv.'
The inspector
grabbed her subordinate by the arm and shoved her roughly towards a
door marked 'Toilet. Staff only.'
'In here,' she
said, bundling the sergeant inside and locking the door. 'Strip. I
want everything off.'
'Claire, for
God's sake!' cried Amy.
'Get your tits
on parade at the double, Sergeant. Now.'
Amy fumbled at
the zip of her shell-suit. Her hands were shaking as she peeled it
off her trembling body.
'You made me
do it, Claire,' she protested. 'You made me jerk him off. He could
have done it himself - or the nurse—'
'What's the
point of that, you little fool? I wanted to see how you would
handle it. And you liked it, didn't you?'
'No, I swear.'
Amy was almost naked now, her big breasts dangling as she bent to
ease the skin-tight pants over the bulging mounds of her buttocks.
Claire took a nipple between finger and thumb and squeezed.
'You adored
it, Amy, you little tart. You love a big prick, don't you? For two
pins you'd have stuck it in your mouth, wouldn't you?'
'No! Layoff,
Claire - you're hurting!'
'Not until you
admit you're a cock-happy nympho at heart. God, you're
sopping!'
Claire had two
fingers buried deep between the girl's legs and now she forced two
more fingers inside. They slid into the wetness without resistance.
Her other hand continued to pull at Amy's nipple viciously. Their
bodies were moulded against each other, one clothed, one naked. Amy
slipped a hand beneath the other's skirt.
'I'm sorry,
Claire, I couldn't help it. I mean, with that sodding great thing
in my hands...'
'So you admit
it?'
Her eyes bored
into Amy's face.
'I admit his
cock turned me on but the rest of him turns me off! He's a
degenerate like all the rest.'
Amy's hands
were now inside the inspector's knickers. The two women stood
eyeball to eyeball, their fingers busy between each other's
legs.
'So you're not
fucking men on the side and doing me just to help your career?'
'No, Claire.
Honest.'
They kissed at
length, both of them shaking with passion.
'Stand up on
the seat,' hissed the inspector and Amy scrambled to obey,
presenting her drooling vagina at head height to her superior.
Claire spread
the thick lips of the puffy pink pussy on offer and teased its
length with the tip of her tongue. Her hands slid up the back of
Amy's thighs to her shapely buttocks.
'Oh yes,'
muttered Amy, her fingers in the other's soft brown hair, urging
her to mouth her aching cunt.
The inspector
began to chuckle. 'Of course, Sergeant, if you're very good to me I
might let you handle Mr Glass again in the near future. When we get
him in the cells.' And she pressed her mouth to Amy's vagina and
went to work.
'Oh yes,'
sighed Amy, on the brink of her first orgasm, 'when we get him in
the cells...'
Two - Shagged
Rotten
Chapter
10
Kelvin arrived at the offices of Nouveau feeling light-headed. He hoped
it wasn't the onset of a cold or one of those inexplicable viruses
that afflicted people in the summer - usually during Wimbledon
fortnight, in his observation. Kelvin took some pills and examined
his eyes in a small hand mirror for signs of strain. If he were
honest he well knew the cause of his fatigue - sexual excess. He
and Petra had been at it like rabbits most of the night and again
that morning. What had got into her? he wondered. Not that he was
complaining.
'No
recreational drugs in the office,' said a beery voice in his ear,
'not unless you share them with me.'
Kelvin looked
up guiltily into the puffy face of Ted Flinch, the editor, and
quickly tipped the aspirins and mirror into his desk drawer.
'Of course,'
Ted rumbled on, 'you kids know naff-all about dope. You think
coke's just a sticky drink, don't you? If I said, "Give me a hit"
you'd think I was asking for a punch on the nose.'
This was a familiar theme of Ted's, a survivor of many a youth
trend - and the magazines that went with them. In the
'I
wouldn't.'
'I see. You've
had so many that size, you're blasé.'
'Oh please,
guv.'
The inspector
grabbed her subordinate by the arm and shoved her roughly towards a
door marked 'Toilet. Staff only.'
'In here,' she
said, bundling the sergeant inside and locking the door. 'Strip. I
want everything off.'
'Claire, for
God's sake!' cried Amy.
'Get your tits
on parade at the double, Sergeant. Now.'
Amy fumbled at
the zip of her shell-suit. Her hands were shaking as she peeled it
off her trembling body.
'You made me
do it, Claire,' she protested. 'You made me jerk him off. He could
have done it himself - or the nurse—'
'What's the
point of that, you little fool? I wanted to see how you would
handle it. And you liked it, didn't you?'
'No, I swear.'
Amy was almost naked now, her big breasts dangling as she bent to
ease the skin-tight pants over the bulging mounds of her buttocks.
Claire took a nipple between finger and thumb and squeezed.
'You adored
it, Amy, you little tart. You love a big prick, don't you? For two
pins you'd have stuck it in your mouth, wouldn't you?'
'No! Layoff,
Claire - you're hurting!'
'Not until you
admit you're a cock-happy nympho at heart. God, you're
sopping!'
Claire had two
fingers buried deep between the girl's legs and now she forced two
more fingers inside. They slid into the wetness without resistance.
Her other hand continued to pull at Amy's nipple viciously. Their
bodies were moulded against each other, one clothed, one naked. Amy
slipped a hand beneath the other's skirt.
'I'm sorry,
Claire, I couldn't help it. I mean, with that sodding great thing
in my hands...'
'So you admit
it?'
Her eyes bored
into Amy's face.
'I admit his
cock turned me on but the rest of him turns me off! He's a
degenerate like all the rest.'
Amy's hands
were now inside the inspector's knickers. The two women stood
eyeball to eyeball, their fingers busy between each other's
legs.
'So you're not
fucking men on the side and doing me just to help your career?'
'No, Claire.
Honest.'
They kissed at
length, both of them shaking with passion.
'Stand up on
the seat,' hissed the inspector and Amy scrambled to obey,
presenting her drooling vagina at head height to her superior.
Claire spread
the thick lips of the puffy pink pussy on offer and teased its
length with the tip of her tongue. Her hands slid up the back of
Amy's thighs to her shapely buttocks.
'Oh yes,'
muttered Amy, her fingers in the other's soft brown hair, urging
her to mouth her aching cunt.
The inspector
began to chuckle. 'Of course, Sergeant, if you're very good to me I
might let you handle Mr Glass again in the near future. When we get
him in the cells.' And she pressed her mouth to Amy's vagina and
went to work.
'Oh yes,'
sighed Amy, on the brink of her first orgasm, 'when we get him in
the cells...'
Two - Shagged
Rotten
Chapter
10
Kelvin arrived at the offices of Nouveau feeling light-headed. He hoped
it wasn't the onset of a cold or one of those inexplicable viruses
that afflicted people in the summer - usually during Wimbledon
fortnight, in his observation. Kelvin took some pills and examined
his eyes in a small hand mirror for signs of strain. If he were
honest he well knew the cause of his fatigue - sexual excess. He
and Petra had been at it like rabbits most of the night and again
that morning. What had got into her? he wondered. Not that he was
complaining.
'No
recreational drugs in the office,' said a beery voice in his ear,
'not unless you share them with me.'
Kelvin looked
up guiltily into the puffy face of Ted Flinch, the editor, and
quickly tipped the aspirins and mirror into his desk drawer.
'Of course,'
Ted rumbled on, 'you kids know naff-all about dope. You think
coke's just a sticky drink, don't you? If I said, "Give me a hit"
you'd think I was asking for a punch on the nose.'
This was a familiar theme of Ted's, a survivor of many a youth
trend - and the magazines that went with them. In the
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