The Rookie ( 0 )


Blowjob, Cheating, Cum-Swallowing
EVERYONE IN THIS STORY IS EIGHTEEN OR OLDER.

Thirty-two years ago, I was a cub Police Officer employed by a large Metropolitan Police section and was 18 months into my two-year tentative menses. We did n't throw designated FTO 's ( Field education police officer ) back then. However, we still had to be partnered with a veteran police officer. The old-timer officer was supposed to teach me how to put on my classroom noesis to the reality of street policing. consider me, it was a real eyeopener.

The veteran police officer assigned to train me was a gay, mass medium pinnacle, somewhat overweight officer. He had a red complexion and vauntingly chipmunk jaws. He was affectionately called ‘ Jelly-Jaws.'by his fellow officer. His uniform always looked like he had slept in it. Jelly always sounded like he was out of breath every prison term he had to get out of the patrol car. Jelly-Jaws knew all the criminal laws just as well as any lawyer in the city. Even though jelly had only gone through the ten percent grade, he was sharp as a saddlery when it came to matching wits with debaucher of the law. Jelly completed his GED because he needed a high gear schooling sheepskin to practice for the police officer position.

jelly was well versed in all of the departmental policies and subroutine. At this distributor point, I bet you are probably thinking jelly would be the complete spouse to train a rookie police force officer. I 'm no-account to disappoint you, but he was the laziest one mortal I had ever known. He only did what he had to do to fulfill the basic demand of the job. I was gladiola when my probationary full point ended, and I was assigned another partner.

jelly's rudimentary work philosophy was,"give them what they want. No more ; no less."Jelly concentrated More on avoiding complaints against him than apprehending criminals. Jelly candidly told me that, `` The police department would much rather we serve our eight hours with no arrests and no complaint as opposed to felony halt with complaints against the law department or us. I could never change Jelly 's intellection because he had ten successful years on the job following his otiose work philosophy.

Our police supervisors insisted that each patrol car should be able to issue at to the lowest degree two moving traffic violation ticket per day. The supervisors maintained that no warning signal police policeman could patrol the streets for eight hours without witnessing two or more moving infraction. Jelly would write two left-turn violations at the same localisation every day. He said if we gave them more than two ticket per day, they would require more than two each day after that. A traffic lawbreaker could travel rapidly by Jelly at seventy miles per minute. If he already had his two tag for the day, he would ignore the speeder.

I once questioned Jelly 's thinking about letting flagrant debaucher go without a just the ticket after we had our two left-turn slate. I was firmly admonished for questioning him. After all, I was only a rookie, what the hell did I know about genuine law work. One matter I did like about Jelly 's personal philosophy, he never issued traffic citations in December. His reasoning was if a parent had to pay the toll of a traffic ticket in December, it might pink some child out of a Christmas gift.

okay, enough with the screen background information. I want to tell you about some of my experiences while working with gelatin. Let me paraphrase that. I want to tell you about some of my experiences/adventures while working with Jelly. We patrolled an domain that was referred to as ‘ The silk stockings District .'For those of you not comrade with police lingo, that district is where all the fertile land club character people reside. It is populated with doctors, lawyer, highly successful salesmen, and stay at home soccer mum with rich husband who travel for month at a time on business.

I was assigned to the 3 PM to 11 PM work shift in that district. It wasn't unusual to receive a sneak call any time after dark. Lonely/horny housewives would often phone the dispatcher after blue to report a prowler or suspicious somebody in their railyard. Some of the time, there was a sneak, but often it would be just a lonely housewife who needed the attending of a man. They seemed to feel safer, calling a constabulary officer to satisfy their intimate desires. It was more convenient and safe than hiring a sitter so they could be free to frequent the local tearing holes in hunting of sexual relief.

Helga Egilsdottir Patterson was one of those lonely housewives. She was from Republic of Iceland and had a aphrodisiac Icelandic stress when she spoke English. Helga had all the North Germanic language features ; blond hair to her shoulders, vapors eyes, and a pale pinkish-white skin colour. Helga had just celebrated her thirty-sixth natal day alone when she called us to her household. Her hubby was a world traveler, and he'd met her on a business trip to Republic of Iceland. He fell in love with Helga at first mint and a calendar month later asked her to conjoin him. You may conceive that marrying her after just one month is anserine, but if you ever saw Helga, I think you would harmonize that she is strikingly beautiful. Helga is 5'6"and maybe 120-to 125 lbf., long slender legs. And as I mentioned before, her long rippled blond hairsbreadth flowed down to her shoulder. Helga also had wide pouty lips that beckoned me to savour them.

Helga's hubby often left her at home with their two small children when he traveled on clientele for foresighted stop. When we received the shout to Helga 's house, her husband had been in Hong Cong a month and wasn't expected back for respective to a greater extent weeks. Helga met us at the front doorway wearing a white silk blouse and a dark annulus that clung tightly to her flaring round pelvic arch. She guided us to the dining room table and asked if we wanted something to drink. We declined and thanked her for the offer.

Helga was calling about a girlfriend who had called her and said she was going to dedicate suicide by jumping off a bridge on the other English of Ithiel Town. We took Helga's information and asked the dispatcher to place a patrol car to the bridge. Jelly took the information for our report while I engaged Helga in fooling conversation. I had noticed her eyeing me closely ever since we first entered her mansion. I didn't understand what that was all about, but I was anxious to find out.

Okay…time for a little Sir Thomas More background information. I am six feet tall with a flat belly due to my three 24-hour interval a week exercising in the police gym. I try not to let my weight emanation above 190 quid. At the clock time, I had a young-looking face, and some people questioned if I was old enough even to be a police police officer. People often thought I was still in my teens and still attending high school. I was xxv at the time. I was insulted by their gossip at showtime, but my youthful font made me perfect for temporary plain-clothes appointment in the Vice squad. Dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, people would think I was just a kid and bust the vice laws right in movement of me.

Now going back to the call, we were investigating. Helga was coyly eyeing me during our casual conversation. She finally asked my age, and when I told her I was xxv, she did n't believe me. I dug out my driver 's license and handed it to her. After studying my license, she said, `` red cent, you are twenty-five. ``

I nodded my head affirmatively.

Helga handed my driver 's licence back, looked me squarely in the eyes, and asked, `` Officer, how would you like to fuck me ?"

Without a back thought, I answered, `` Hell, yes ! When do you want to do it ? ``

Jelly-Jaws slammed his report volume shut and stammered,"We have enough information to wind up the composition somewhere else. Let's go. Rookie !"

Jelly leaped to his feet and was almost to the forepart doorway when Helga slipped a while of paper into my hand. She indicated she didn't want my partner to see the bill. I shoved it in my pocket without looking to see what was on it. I got a royal ass-chewing from my aged pardner when I returned to the patrol car. He made it assoil that he would never admit that demeanour while on duty. I readily agreed with him. I assured him I had enough sense not to do something that foolish on duty. The succeeding chance I had to study Helga 's tone without Jelly 's presence, I learned it had her touch information on it.

It was almost Christmas when I decide to break Helga a earpiece call. When Helga asked why I had taken so long getting back to her, I told her of the ass-chewing I 'd received from my partner concerning the conversation of sex with her. She said that under those portion, she was okay with my not calling sooner. We both worked with our agenda and decided I would fall to her menage on Dec 25 Eve after her children were asleep.

Christmas Eve rolled around, and I told my married woman I planned to advert midnight Mass at holy person Michael 's Catholic church building. I knew my married woman could n't wait on with me because I had given her such short notice. I arrived at Helga's place around 10 PM dressed in casual slacks and a variation jacket. Helga came to the door wearing a elementary home apparel that emphasized her 36C breasts, and she was barefoot. I had a seeable erecting even before I stepped through her face threshold. It did n't go unnoticed by Helga.

'' What would you like to imbibe, Jim ? '' She paused a moment and said, `` You did severalise me your gens is Jim, did n't you ? ``

I nodded yes and said, `` I 'd wish bourbon and water straight up. ``

Helga fixed the Lapp for herself and directed me to the den, where she motioned for me to sit on a sofa facing a hollering ardour in the fireplace. I removed my jacket and tossed it in a nearby chair before joining her on the couch. We sipped our crapulence and chatted for a while before Helga said, `` I believe you came here to contain me up on my offering of sex. Am I right ? ``

I was not used to a woman being that direct and almost chocked on my drink. Remember, I was only XXV at the metre, and a cub. I was n't as experienced as I would later become after a few to a greater extent years in the police department. I blushed and was only capable to nod my head in the affirmative.

Helga leaped off the sofa and said,"Get divest, Jim, and wait here until I get back. ``

When Helga returned, she was naked and carrying a pocket-sized bowl of tender soapy water and flannel."Redeemer,"I whispered as my oculus traveled over her beautiful body.

Helga knelt in movement of me and gently washed my crotch. She started with my balls, then my shaft, and even my anus. I felt a shiver journey from my ass, through my balls to my cock.

'' Oh my God, '' I groaned as I felt every drop of blood in my body rush to my groin, while the grounds of my arousal grew thicker. I thought I was going to cum right then and there.

Helga set the bowl on the coffee berry table and then grasped my Captain James Cook in her decent hand and took me rich into her mouth while caressing my Lucille Ball with the left paw. I was still so stimulate she washed my genital organ ; I could n't hold any longer and blasted massive spurt of cum into her mouth.

"Oh fuck,"I groaned."Oh God, Helga, Yesssss !"

Helga swallowed it all without losing a drib. She licked her lips and seemed proud of herself.

Helga then sprawled on her back on the sofa with her legs spreading, offering herself to me. I wasted little fourth dimension leaping between her pegleg and prepared to stuff my still put up cock into her pussy, but was stopped by her.

"No ! No, no, no, Jim ”, she shouted as she pushed my knockout cock away from her snatch."It's time for you to get me cook !"

"What do you mean, get you ready,"I asked ?"I thought you WERE ready."

OK, keep in head that I was just a greenhorn at the time. I still had a lot to determine. Not only about being a constabulary officer, but about how to please a woman like Helga. I guess I should consume mentioned at the beginning of this tale that I grew up in a small town. I was anything but sophisticated.

'' You need to use your tongue, moolah, '' Helga replied in her sexy Norse accent. `` and make me cum at to the lowest degree one time before we can begin our lovemaking, ''

I gazed at Helga's neatly trimmed blond pubic hair that looked and felt like golden silk and hesitantly replied,"I've never done anything like that to a woman before."

"What ?"Helga shouted ! She was astounded.

Helga then sat up with a out look on her typeface. She groused,"Teenagers in Iceland engage in orally pleasuring each other long before they ever attempt sexual congress. It continues to be a constituent of the foreplay when they do proceed on to intercourse."

Helga appeared to be so dun with me, I thought she might call the all thing off.

'' I do n't mind doing it,"I quickly apologized,"but as I said, I 've never done it before and truthfully do n't have sex how to do it, ''

"That okay, Honey. '' Helga 's sexy Norse accent sounded diffuse and more understanding when she said,"just crawl between my branch and let Mommy show up you how it 's done. ''

She patted the space between her legs and motion for me to move closer. I paused a moment and then said,"Okay, I'm eager to learn how to pleasure you with my clapper, but please don't refer to yourself as ‘ ma'when you are with me."

Helga smiled, nodded her headway, yes. I slowly made my approach to her moist pussy. Once I was positioned properly, she said, `` Now assume your thumb and spread the rim of my vagina and lightly blow your hot breath over it. ``

I did as Helga instructed and, at the like meter, inhaled the aroma of her feminine foreplay. I found Helga's odorize almost intoxicating. I felt I could lay there all night, just smelling her sexual fragrances. Her scent made my stopcock harder than ever."

Helga stroked my hair, and the moment my lips touched her pussy, she reflexively squeezed my head between her thigh. Helga held me there a arcminute then relaxed the pressure on my head.

"Does it finger alright,"I inquired ?"Am I doing it right ?"

"Go retard,"she whispered,"I love it."

I tongue fucked her for a few minutes and licked her wet labia. I was doing everything but trying to cower inside. It was all I knew to do. She patted me on the chief and off-and-on me.

"Okay, sweetie, you are doing just fine,"she praised me."Do you see the little voiceless node protruding from a little cowl at the top of my slit ?"

I nodded, yes. Helga's idiom was still driving me crazy. I thought I was going to cum just listening to her talk.

"Okay, Precious, I want you to lightly kiss that niggling boss and then gently stroke it with the tip of your tongue."

Helga moaned when I did it and urged me to continue until told otherwise. I could find her thighs trembling against my face as I repeatedly swabbed that little thickening with the rough surface of my tongue. I felt her fingers entwined in my tomentum, pulling me harder against her pussy. Helga began undulating against my human face and squeezed her thighs tightly against the incline of my head. A minute later, she was shuddering and stiffening her all body. I was n't sure about what was happening until her juice flooded my face.

"Yesssss ! Oh fuckin ’, Yesssss,"she wailed ! `` Oh, fuck… I ca n't stop cumming, babe ! Oh my God, that felt good."

She released my head from her gripping thigh and dropped her hands to her sides. Her breathing was rapid and shoal. I watch as her beautiful breasts rose and fell with each breath. Her pallid teat were erect, and I had the urge to suck one into my mouthpiece, but I waited for Helga to tell me what she wanted next. I liked this honest-to-god woman teaching me how to be a considerably lover.

Helga asked me to lie on my back. I did as she instructed, and Helga straddling my waist and rubbed her wet pussy against my belly. With a loathsome locution on her beautiful face, Helga leaned forward, finding my sass and kissed me intemperately, driving her tongue deep inside my mouth. Helga shifted so that she was lying on me, with my hard cock sandwiched between our stomachs. She let out a soft moan, then wiggled a bit lower. I could feel the moisture from her pussy dripping on my tumesce cock. She began to grind her wet puss along the span of my intact putz, soaking my dick and my chunk.

Helga continued to slip her wet folds along the length of my shaft. She spread her natural lubrication along my putz from the tip of my mushroom-shaped crown down to my pulsating formal and back up. That felt good. So good, I was afraid that I may make premature ejaculation. I do n't think I would ingest been capable to bear the overplus if that had happened. I began recalling some grisly scenery I had witnessed on the job to keep from cumming too soon. That somewhat helped, but it was stealing component part of the pleasance Helga was delivering.

I gave up and shifted my attention back to Helga 's marvelous performance, and my pleasance returned. I needed more, so did Helga. She lifted her sassing from my mouth and stuck her wet tongue in my ear. I almost shot my wad again at that stop. I don't understand why I didn't. My balls were tingling, and I could assure an coming was close.

'' I need you inside me, '' Helga whispered in my ear after she broke from tonguing my ear. She pushed her bridge player between our torso. Helga seized my slam and squeezed it, making me moan. I was n't sure if I could shoemaker's last long enough even to put my cock into Helga. The thought going through psyche were how sticky it would be if I didn't last.

With a naughty smile, she moved her legs up, so she was hovering just above me. My cock was column inch from her pussy. I tried to shove my cock up into her affectionateness, but Helga was resolved to maintain mastery. We were both desperate for the Same affair, but Helga was going to decide when it would pass off. Helga slowly lowered herself down. She masterfully guided my rigid hammer toward her wet entree. I thought Helga was going to tease me, but she did n't even try to tease me. As soon as my cock was in a position to get in her wet pussycat, she sank down along my shaft, exhaling a gentle sigh as her body welcomed me inside.

'' Oh, yes ! ... Fuck, yes ! '' Helga gasped.

The tip of my cock pushed past her wet lips. I couldn't believe how great my cock felt inside her. It felt so fucking innate as her fluent paries enveloped and shrouded my swollen stopcock. Helga let me know that she liked my thick cock invading her cunt to its deepness. She said my cock was on the verge of making her cum again. She wasn't shy about making it realize that another orgasm was what she needed.

Helga 's velvet pussy felt fantastic, squeezing, and massaging my prick. Still, I decided it was time for me to rent ascendence. I flipped Helga on her back while making sure my cock didn't disengage from her cunt. I surprised her, but she didn't objection. She wrapped her long peg around my shank as I drove deep, and she met each of my thrusts with one of her own.

'' Oh, my God, Jim, your cock flavor so fucking in effect inside me, '' Helga gasped !"I like a man who knows how to look at command."

Her fingernails were running up and down my spinal column, leaving trivial goosebumps and shiver that ran down my sticker. Those chills caused a slight electrical tingling inside my ass. The tingling moved to my balls, and I could finger the start of my orgasm. I could hear Helga whimpering and moaning again. Suddenly her pussy tightened. I could feel the stress in the muscles of my cock and knew that I was very close to cumming. I glanced at her face, and her eye were shut, and her facial expression glowed with a tone of pure bliss.

'' Fuck, fuck, fuck…. I think I'm gon na cum, Helga. Your goddamn cunt… smell so fucking… unbelievable ! '' I moaned. I eagerly kissed one breast then the other after each word. Helga giggled when I clamped down onto a swollen teat, and sucked vigorously, causing Helga to squeal.

Helga sighed softly against my ear. She shuddered, and I could find a upsurge of joy dashing through her trunk. She ground against me, instinctively as the affair of the moment brought our body together. Helga's weapons system were around my neck opening, and I embraced her to me, tenderly kissing her as we rhythmically moved in sync merger in a rough-cut goal. I wanted her to cum again before I did, but that looked doubtful. I continued to hammer away at her wet cunt, frantically fucking her harder and harder. Helga dropped her manus to her button and rubbed it vigorously. She was do-or-die to cum at the Saami metre as me.

'' Helga, I can't keep back off any longer. I 'm gon na cum ... you are too make out hot, '' I growled between clenched dentition ! The wet noise of my balls slapping against Helga's pussy echoed around the room. The auditory sensation of sex always turned me on. When it dawned on me that I was fucking this beautiful homemaker. This aphrodisiacal soccer mom in her own home, while her husband was away on business, was enough to make me cum again.

As I blasted that first load, she moaned, `` That's right… cum inside me, bed, fill my slutty cunt up just like you have been dreaming of doing since that first day we met,"Helga begged.

The second and third blasts were just as forceful and full moon as the first. It only took me another 2nd to discharge in Helga 's clenching pussy

"shuffle me cum all over your delightful cock, '' Helga howled ! She started to say something, but her words ended with a loud squeal as another clap of my hot sperm set her off again.

'' Oh my God, baby, I 'm cumming again,"Helga shrieked ! ''

I spurted three Thomas More eruption, and then we both collapsed with exhaustion.

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Helga fixed us another bourbon and water then joined me on the couch. We were both still naked, warming our sweaty organic structure in front of the fireplace. I tried making small talk but kept stumbling over my Holy Writ. Helga put her hand on my cock and said, `` You 're still hard Honey. We really need to do something with this nice hard cock. I never like to see a cock this hard go to waste."

I did n't say anything. I was enjoying letting Helga run the show.

She put her drink on the umber table, picked up the bowl of unctuous water, and said, `` hold here. ``

When she returned proceedings later, she had another bowl of warm soapy water and a clean-living washrag. She proceeded to clean my genital area as before. When she finished, she placed the watercraft on the coffee board and took me deep down her pharynx again. I lasted a bit longer this time. After which, I licked her to a couple of more orgasm before Helga mounted me again cowgirl style. I lasted much longer than the first time. We were both soaking wet with sweat and totally exhausted. I think we both dozed off for a mo or two in social movement of the strong flickering flaming of the fireplace.

When we woke up, we downed the rest of our drinks, and Helga fixed us another one, then joined me on the sofa. We sipped our beverage slowly, and I was depicted object with the potable and a small free-and-easy conversation, but Helga wanted more. She proved to be more fair sex than I could handle. I was exhausted and assured her there was nothing left to surface the insides of her pussy.

I had already cum more that nighttime than I usually do in a week. I tried to count the fourth dimension in my brain. I remember cumming in her mouth three metre, and I think an be quantity in her pussy, but I not really sure. I felt terrible about leaving Helga wanting so, I convinced her to settle for my tongue on her wet pussy. That eventually produced two More coming before my jaws and tongue gave entirely out.

I finished my boozing while Helga approached with another trough of warm soapy water supply. I must have had a startled expression on my font. Helga set the bowl of affectionate soapy water system on the coffee table and laughed,"Don't concern Darling. I'm only going to wash you off before I send you home to your youth married woman. You don't need to go home smelling like my pussy."

I gave a sigh of relief and got dressed when she finished cleaning me. After kissing Helga skillful nighttime, I exhaustedly made my way to the battlefront door. Just as I opened the door, Helga shouted, `` Always predict me before you come over, Sweetheart. Because I never know when my hubby might pass from one of his patronage trips.

I nodded okay and limped to my car. I could hear the zeal in her vocalism, inviting me to return. I was tossing around in my point that if I did make out back, I was going to work along reinforcement. Helga was way too much for one man to treat .
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