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"We've been partners for what, a month now? So isn't time we fucked?" I said to Nevin Garron, who was driving our patrol car as we cruised thought the northwest side of Carlton, a city of about 100,000 in Central Maryland. They called me Officer Judy, but they didn't know that I felt very unfeminine in my dark blue uniform. I think that's why I finally made the push. In any event, it was as bold as I had ever been. Nevin looked across the car like I was nuts. "I'm married," he said. "But I heard you screw around." The words "fuck" and "screw" did not exactly roll off my tongue, but I was now in a world, where I was like one of the guys. Nevin's cheeks went to red, and I thought it was cute. He wasn't a big guy as cops go, but he had pecs and buns that wouldn't quit. And he was good looking, with thick, dark hair. He was just the kind of guy a woman like me would love to roll into her queen-size bed. "Of course, if I'm not your type?" I was truly embarrassed, but I was also playing the role of being embarrassed in order to put him on the defensive. "I didn't say that," he said. "My house is just around the corner here." "But we're on duty!" "Yeah, like that stopped you before?" I said, goading him. I loved it when I got a guy in a position where he can't say no. He either has to turn my down and take the chance on a strained partnership, or take my up on it and take the chance that he'd like it. "I've got a better idea," he said. He made a U-turn and started up a cinder road that led straight into the municipal forest. I win, I thought, smiling to myself. When we got near the old Indian trail, he veered off into the woods. I was sure he had done this before, and I smiled to myself. When we were far enough from the road, he stopped the car, got out, and started to work on the zipper of his trousers. "Woah!" I said. "Hey, Judy. If you want it, you got it." He was like a monkey loose in a chocolate factory, I thought, but I liked it. He was panting as he grabbed my hand and dragged my farther into the woods. I was laughing and giggling, and he was grunting and groaning, in spite of the fact that we hadn't even touched each other yet. "What makes me think you've been ready for this for a long time?" I said. I chuckled to myself and started to unbuckle my own belt. I had no sooner got my zipper down then he grabbed the waste-band of my cop trousers, caught the elastic of my thong panties and yanked the whole business down to my knees, exposing my pubis and the ribbon of dark hair over my pussy. "I love a man who knows what he wants," I said giggling at him. I had hardly got the words out when he yanked the whole business off my feet, catching my shoes in the process, and tossing it all aside. He didn't unbutton my blouse--he just ripped it, buttons flying every which way. He even pulled my tits over the top of my D-cups, letting my bra cut like a strap underneath them. "For a little guy, you got some cock," I said. "I ain't that little," he said. "Not that way, you ain't." He took his cock in his hand--maybe seven inches--and pushed it toward my pussy. Only now did I realize I was out of breath. His green eyes were wide, his mouth open. He was actually slobbering. I grabbed his cock in both hands and led it to the opening of my pussy. I didn't want it all the way in me yet, so I guided the knob to my swollen clit and rubbed it around, using the wetness of his pre-cum for lubrication. "Stop, damn it! I want to fuck?" he said. I was laughing, but he was growling, so I figured I better let him do what he wanted. He pushed, and I let his cock slide all the way inside my. I was surprised I had enough room in there for all of his seven inches. In and out, he started. He was slow for only a few seconds. Then he was pounding deep and hard. His hands were all over my hard breasts, pushing and squeezing, with that pleasure driving my nuts along with the pleasure of his cock. "Mmmmm, Nevin," I said. "Shut the fuck up," he said, and he was slamming. "Uh . . . uh . . .uh . . ." With each stroke, he slid my ass farther back on the grass. Harder and harder he pumped, sliding me until my shoulder caught against a tree. Deeper, he went, and I was so wet, I could have filled a swimming pool. "How . . . did you . . . hear . . . about me?" he said, still pumping. "Keep going, keep going," I said, not wanting to tell him the truth. "How . . . you bitch . . . Who told you?" "Mmmmm," I moaned long and loud, pointing my legs straight up, and feeling stupid looking at those plane, black socks on my tiny feet. "HOW?" he demanded. He was driving my hard, his cock bending inside my pussy. "I didn't," I said, but his eyes glazed. It never registered in his mind, and I knew what was going to happen now. "Uh-ah-uhhhhh!" Those last strokes slammed so far into me, I thought his cock was going to come all the way through to my ass. "Oh, Nevin. You son of a bitch. You magnificent son of a bitch. Geeze. Yes. Yes. Damn, yes. You are so good." I came and came until I though I was going crazy. "Oh, damn. Yes!" I said. "Yes . . . yes . . . yes . . . yes!" "Ohhhhh, yes," he said. Then he sighed and dropped all of his weight on me. "Oh, yeah," he moaned. "Pshew. Yeah, Nevin. 'yeah,' is right," I said, totally out of breath. He tried to pump a few more strokes, but he was done, and so was I. This wouldn't be our only time, I was sure of it. As we drove down the cinder path to town, he asked my again, "How did you hear about me?" I felt safe enough to tell him the truth now. "I didn't hear anything about you fooling around. I just took a wild guess, but it was worth it." Instead of getting mad, he broke into a broad grin. "You're some chick do you know that?" "Yeah, I know," I said, smiling to myself. "And you ain't a bad fuck, either." "I guess you think that's paying me a compliment?" he said, as we pulled back onto one of the town roads. "Yeah, a compliment." I reached over and grabbed his cock, knowing that no man can be mad at you when you've got his cock in your hand. "Maybe we can do this again sometime," he said. I looked over at him and smiled. "I was counting on it. I thought it might be one of the perks of being a female cop." He rocked his head from side to side with a little grin. "Well, the first thing you gotta learn is that there are a lot of perks in this job--whether you're male or female." "More perks?" "Lot's more." "Tell me," I said.
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