COPPING MORE THAN A FEEL (by The No-Backbone Cabr?n)
My wife, Connie, and I have been married for almost a year now. I guess we're still newlyweds. I met her when I was 38, an accountant, and beginning to worry that I might not find a wife. Connie was 32 and worked in the bar business. In fact, we met at a happy hour at the place she managed. I don't know what she ever saw in me, but at first sight I saw she was beautiful. She is a sexy Italian with black hair and brown eyes. She is very curvy, and, that day, had packed her ample hips and butt into her tight jeans. But what I really noticed at first sight was her bust: she has jumbo, round breasts that are firm and high on her chest, which I later learned were natural. I thought she was very hot. That night, we drank a lot of beer, and I asked her out. After our first date, we ended up at my place and then in bed. As we dated, the sex was great, and I learned that she was adventurous. I also learned that she liked it rough, and she always wanted me to be rougher and more forceful d sex, which I tried to do for her. I liked her a lot, and we became more serious. Because of her work, I wouldn't see her on most nights, but we would always have fun when we were together. She said she was really into me. About 6 months after meeting her, I proposed.
Right after we were married, she decided, partly at my urging, to get out of the bar business. She was considering what other job to do, but I suggested that we start a ******. I was doing well enough to provide for her, and she really didn't need to work outside the home. But she decided that she wasn't ready for kids yet and wanted what she called a "mindless job." Her friend Sheila worked for the Police Department and thought she could get her a position there.
She ended up with a receptionist's job at the police department. About a week after she started, I asked how she liked it. She said, "I do, but the cops are true cops." I asked what she meant, and she explained that they were always taking dirty in the station house, ogling all the women, and making comments to them. I said if they were doing it to her, she should file a sexual harassment complaint. She laughed and told me not to be so protective. I also suggested to her that perhaps, in light of her new job, she should considering changing her work wardrobe, because some of the outfits that she wore at the bar may not be appropriate for a police station. If she wore more professional and less tight-fitting clothing, maybe then the comments would stop. She said to me supportively, "There's nothing they do that I can't handle." I believed her, knowing that she had always been able to handle the drunks and assholes in her years working in bars.
A couple weeks later, she advised me that one of her co-workers was hosting a party on Saturday night, and she invited me to attend with her. To the party, I wore my khakis and a polo, while she wore blue jeans and a tight, white tank top with the letters "APD." The top was low cut and was so snug on her that it clung to each breast, showing the distinct outline of each of her ample globes. The curved seams on the sides of her brassiere cups were visible through the cotton material. I again made my argument to her about tight clothing and the way the cops treated her, but Connie said she just wanted to make a good impression and that this party was not a professional setting anyway.
When we got to the party at around 10:00 p.m., it was already in full swing. There were about 15 male cops there, and about 8 women; Connie told me she knew everyone there because they all worked for the police department. She introduced me to a few people standing together near the door: I met the Captain, Frank, who was everyone's boss, and a Sergeant and a woman staffer whose names I quickly forgot. As we talked, Connie moved over to join a group of women nearby. The Captain looked like a cop: he was tall and muscular and wore cowboy boots. From what I had heard about the officers Connie worked with, I had figured he'd be an asshole, but he was very friendly to me. He and the guys near me were all passing around a joint. I said to them, "I didn't expect this at a cop party." Frank said, "Work hard; play hard." I asked some the officers if their wives were there. They laughed, and one said, "No, it's not that kind of party." I asked what he meant, and he said that here they d ngs they can't do in front of their wives. I asked, "Like smoke pot?" They smiled.
When I asked where the beer was, I was directed to the back of the apartment. As I was heading to the back, I saw a man and a woman go into a room, shutting the door behind them. I walked up to it thinking it was the beer room, but then I heard the man say, "Suck it, you dirty slut," and I heard the woman say, "Yes, sergeant." I walked away and found the keg of beer out on the back stairway. I got a beer and decided to go up a flight to the deck. A few minutes later, I heard Connie's voice coming from the keg area. I began to head down but heard another voice, which I identified as Frank's. He said to Connie, "So you like working here?" "Yes, I do," Connie answered, "I'm so glad you decided to hire me." I was hoping she'd inform the Captain of how she and other women were being treated at the station house. She continued, "I had to scramble to get my r'sum? done before the interview." I could tell she was talking in her charming tone, and I figured she was just trying to brown n er boss. Frank responded, "Well, during our interview, I decided to hire you for two big reasons. But they weren't on your r'sum? - they're in your shirt." I was shocked and hesitated a moment to make sure that I heard him correctly. He continued, "Every police house should have a big titted receptionist, and I could see right away how well qualified you were." I realized that I had heard him correctly. Connie said nothing, and I was about to come down the stairs to protect her. Then the Captain said, "And I know you're not offended by that comment, because it's nothing compared to what the other guys have said to you at work." Hoping to learn more about this, I decided to wait a moment, and then I heard Connie say nervously, "That's true, and I take the comments as jokes. The guys are funny." "And that's something we like about you, Connie, your sense of humor, almost as much as your tits. Your ass ain't bad either."
He paused then added, "You're very popular with the guys at work." Connie replied, "Well, I'm happy to be there, and I'm glad you all invited me to this party." "You know why we invited you, don't you?," he asked. "Yeah, Sheila told me these parties get pretty wild and you guys try to fuck all the girls." I was surprised both to hear this and to hear my wife use such language. Frank then responded, "Yeah, you sure do understand, and you came." He laughed, but Connie told him, "No, I didn't come for that. I just wanted to see what happens at these." "Yeah right," he said, "we all know what you want, what all these cop sluts here want: to be on your knees for a police officer. We can tell how you look at us and flirt." "Me a flirt?" she exclaimed, giggling, "If I'm gonna be working there, I don't want to be known as a flirt." He said, "Good, then let's go to the back. Your shirt is Department property, and so is everything in it." Connie replied, "Sheila said you guys treated all t men like groupies. But I'm here with my husband, so nothing's gonna happen." This made me feel better. "What does that mean?" asked Frank. "Two things," answered Connie, "First, he's very protective and, when we're out, no guys try to talk to me or anything with him there." This was true, and I was proud to hear Connie tell him. "And, second," she continued, "as for me, knowing that he's here, I won't let myself get wild, no matter how high I get." "Baby," said Frank, "you get as high and wild as you want; and don't worry about your husband. He won't stop you or anybody else, not here." Connie said, "Oh, he gets real protective about me." "He doesn't scare me," said Frank, "I know his type. I or any guy here could hit on you, hell, I could even grab your tit right in front of him, and he wouldn't make a peep. I'll even show you." She answered, "Well, you're wrong about him, so you better not cause a scene." "Was I wrong about you?" he replied. After a pause, he said firmly, "You can s top me if you want to, and he can stop me if he's man enough." I heard his boots walk back inside. I immediately started down the stairs but then heard voices saying hi to Connie. Since I could not talk to her there, I stayed in place til the people left so they wouldn't think I was an eavesdropper. I knew I should do something; I decided to tell Connie that we had to leave.
I came back out to the main room and found Connie talking with Sheila and another woman. As I approached, I heard Sheila say the words "cop sluts." I heard the other woman say, "It's the greatest job I've ever had," as the women all laughed. I asked Connie to step away and talk to me. Just then, a guy walked up and said to our group that the Captain wanted to see them in the side room. The women all said okay, but Connie wanted to go to restroom first. I walked her there, talking to her. I told her that I feared this party was getting out of hand and that I wanted to go home now. She said there was nothing out of control, we had just gotten there, and she did not want to make a bad impression on her co-workers. I agreed to stay for a while, and I figured that with her in control and me wanting to protect her, we would be ok.
When Connie came out of the restroom, we headed to the side room. She had freshened up, tucked in her shirt, and now was carrying her purse such that the purse strap fell between her breasts. When we walked in the side room, there was the Captain, a black Lieutenant named Bill, the sergeant from before, Sheila, and the other woman. We all stood in a circle, with Connie's standing between Frank and me. The sergeant lit up a joint, hit it, and said, "Good shit," passing it to Frank. After Frank hit it, he put his arm around Connie, put the joint to her mouth, and said, "The Police Department always gets the best for itself." Frank then removed his arm from around her and passed the joint on to me. There was a pause, then Frank said, "Hey, I got a story I wanna tell everybody. Last week, after a shift, I went to a late night dance club with a buddy. Leaning against the wall next to us was a woman with big round tits, like yours," gesturing to Connie. Frank continued, "She was standi th her back arched, sticking her tits out, like you," again gesturing to Connie, who posture at the moment did resemble his description. Frank went on, "When all of a sudden this guy just reaches over and grabs her tit, like this." He grabbed Connie's breast. I was stunned, and I thought Connie would slap him, or at least push his hand away, but she just smiled. "The woman didn't do anything," Frank went on, "She just kinda looked over at him." Sheila said with a sly look, "Maybe she liked it." The Captain continued, "I told the guy to get the hell outta there, and he said, 'What do you care? It's not like she's your wife or something.' And I said, 'Yeah, you're right or you'd be dead.' I showed him my badge and told him to leave before I arrested him. He left without another word."
Bill then piped in, "No way! The guy grabbed her, just like that." And Frank responded, "Yeah, just like this," as he grabbed Connie's breast again. This time Connie laughed. Frank looked at me, but I, despite my shame and anger, did nothing and said nothing. Then, he took Connie's hand and started to walk out, saying, "C'mon, baby, I told you." I felt two emotions: one, shame, like I was beaten, and two, relief that it wasn't worse and more humiliating for me. I figured Connie could handle her own with Frank, and I was right, because after a few steps, she stopped. I had just begun to take a step toward her, when she said to Frank, "That doesn't count. He thought you were telling a story and demonstrating. It's not like you really felt me up in front of him." Frank said, "You're right," and walked her back into the room, stood her right in front of me, and asked her, "You know why we invited you here, don't you?" "The same two reasons you hired me: what's in my shirt," she said cking her chest forward. I was shocked with what happened next. The Captain reached out and lightly rubbed his hands all over her breasts saying, "Right, baby, these big round tits; I love 'em." He then placed his hands on the undersides of her breasts and pushed them up hard a few times, smashing them together. Next, he placed his hands squarely on top of them, closed his hands around them, giving them each them each a few good squeezes. He said, "Now did I feel you up?" She said, "Yes," with a hearty laugh. He looked at me and asked,"Would you call that feeling her up?" I stammered, "I guess so." He then took her by the hand and said,"Come on, baby, you're coming with me."
After they left, Bill said to me, "You should be proud of your beautiful wife." I told him I was a little worried. "Relax and have a good time," he said, handing me the joint as we walked back into the main room. A short time later, Frank walked up from the back and stepped into the middle of the room. He announced, "Men, allow me to introduce our newest cop girl." He called to the back, "Ready, baby, come on out." Connie walked up. She was a little sweaty, and her lipstick was smeared. Frank said, "You're overdressed." "Well," she answered, "my husband's right here in the room now." He replied, "No one told you to bring him. Besides, he was in the room before." "And did nothing," added Sheila. "But I'm shy," Connie said in an innocent tone. Frank said, "You weren't with me, and cop girls have to be good to all the cops. Okay, sweetie?" Connie said, "Okay." Frank took her into the middle of the room and said, "Since you're shy, I'll have someone help you." Then, he said to the , "This is Connie, and she has a lot to offer as a cop girl. I know you've seen her at the house, and now you can see what she offers. Bill, I know you've wanted to see since her first day, so you do the honors." Bill stepped up to Connie. To my horror, he began to slide the shoulder straps of her tank top and bra down til the top of the cloth covered only her nipples and the bottom half of her breasts. He then ran his finger slowly across the top of the cloth, as he and Connie smiled at each other. Then, in a sudden motion, he pulled the cloth down, revealing her breasts to the entire room. "Nice fuckin' tits!," a man in the crowd yelled. I stood in there shock, not knowing what to do. It was amazing to see Connie's large, tan-lined breasts sticking straight out ahead of her and being supported by her top and bra scrunched below them. She was smiling as she stepped forward. Bill said, "Give us a shake, baby," and Connie did a shimi, moving her shoulders side to side, which caused her breasts to bounce up, down, and sideways. Bill said, "That's a good girl," and, grabbing her boob, adding, "Captain, you sure can pick 'em." Connie said she wanted to smoke more. Frank said, "She loves the stuff." One of the women handed her a joint. The next several minutes passed with everyone smoking and laughing and with the men grabbing her breasts. Sheila came over to Connie and said, "Welcome aboard. The Captain still bats 1000." "How could he be so sure about me?" Connie asked, "I wasn't even sure myself." Sheila said, "He's never wrong." Just then, the Sergeant grabbed Sheila around the waist and said, "Come with me, babe, I want you to slut for me." Sheila looked at Connie with a smile and a shrug of her shoulders and walked to the side room with him as he fondled her ass.
It seemed a few others were pairing up, and I was afraid that the situation would become uncontrollable. So, I pulled Connie's top back up, took her arm, and brought her into the hall. As we walked away from the group, I heard Bill say, "Uh oh, she's in trouble now," and everybody laughed. I told Connie, "What the hell is wrong with you?" "Oh honey," she answered, "I'm just stoned and having a little fun." "Then we should go home," I said. She replied, "No, I want to stay." I yelled, "You want to stay and keep being treated like a slut?" Calming down, I told her, "You're not acting like a wife." She answered, "You're not acting like a husband, more like a wimp. You did nothing when the Frank grabbed me, and you still didn't do anything when they undressed me." "But you laughed," I responded, "like you liked it." "Maybe I did," she replied. "Please, dear," I said, "you've had enough. I'm pleading with you to go home." Exasperated, she said, "Oh, all right." As we left, Bill caught ith us and said, "Leaving so soon? I was hoping you'd have a smoke with your old buddy Bill." She smiled and said, "Maybe next party." He responded, "Definitely next party," as he gave her tits a quick squeeze and said, "Goodnight, friends."
We then left, and it was none too soon. I felt relieved to finally get her out of there. When we got back home, we went directly to bed. Lying next to her, I asked her what she did in back with Frank. Her only response was,"I like getting high once in a while."
On Monday evening, I asked how work went, and she informed me that there was another party the next Saturday evening. I said firmly, "We're not going." "I am," she answered, "and you're welcome to come if you like." I told her that I didn't want her taking her top off or getting crazy. She said, "It's a party, and I'm gonna smoke, and that may make me act a little crazy." Then, she added, "But I agree not to take my top off."
On Saturday, we arranged that she would go to Sheila's place early in the evening, I would pick her up there, and then we would all go together to the party. When I arrived, Connie and Sheila were already buzzed, from booze and dope. Connie was wearing a blousy pullover top and jeans.
We headed to the party, which was at the Captain's place; a lot of people were already there. We all got a beer, and Bill walked up with a joint. Sheila and Connie took hits, and I gave Connie a look. Bill told Connie that she left the last party too early and without saying her proper goodbyes. Connie replied, "I know; Sheila told me." "A cop girl shouldn't do that," Bill told her, and looking at me added, "for any reason."
The Captain called over to us, yelling, "Connie, I've got a surprise for you. Ready to try the Jumbo?" "Which one?," she asked with a smile. "This one," he answered, "This is the Jumbo Joint, and it's time to roll it out." He explained that a Jumbo was a dime bag rolled into a cigar wrapper. He lit it up and passed it around.
Then, an older guy arrived, came up to Frank, and said hello. Frank introduced him as Bob, Frank's boss and Area Commander. Bob asked, "So, Frank, where's the big tit girl you were telling us about at my station?" Frank gestured toward Connie and said, "But you can't tell with that blouse on." Frank then said to Connie, "I thought you were going to wear something sexy." Connie replied, "Maybe I have a surprise for you guys." Then, she lifted her blouse up to her shoulders, showing off her top. She was wearing a tight, pink crop-top with a zipper all the way along the front. I thought it was cheap looking, but, since Connie had promised not to take it off, I at least had that going for me. Frank said, "That's a good girl," giving her the once over. After pulling her blouse over her head to remove it, she held her arms high in the air and smiled. Bob looked at Connie's bust and said, "You were right Frank, she really is a big titter." Then he turned to Connie and said, "Aren't you l? Those tits look great, but they look uncomfortable in that tight top. You oughta let 'em out of there." Frank asked her, "Can you unzip that for us?" Connie responded as I hoped she would, saying, "No, I can't tonight." "Oh, baby," said Bob, "I heard I missed a show last week. Why don't you lose that top and give us a repeat performance?" "Sorry," replied Connie, staying true to her word. Bob said, "Now I'm disappointed, and so will be all the other guys at the Area Office who are excited waiting to hear about you." "Well," said Connie, "I don't want to disappoint you and everyone, but I just can't unzip it." Frank asked sternly, "Why can't you, who said?" Connie answered, "My husband. I promised him I would not take my top off, so I can't unzip it." She then took step toward Bob, stuck her chest forward and said, "But you can." Bob laughed and said, "That's a good cop girl," as he held the zipper with his fingers and then slowly pulled it down to the bottom. He then pushed the fla ps of her top to the sides and said, "Let these babies breathe a little." He slid his hands under her bare tits, held them up, jiggling them. He said, "Doesn't that feel better?" "That feels great," Connie purred. Bob turned to Frank and said, "The guys at the house won't believe that I was feeling her bare tits within 2 minutes of meeting her."
I picked up Connie's blouse and pulled her aside. I pleaded, "Honey, please, you promised." "Sorry, dear," she answered, "but it's not like I broke the promise. Besides, it's nice to know that all the cops in the area are talking about me. And since they are, I had to give Bob a look at what I've got." "And a feel, too?" I said indignantly. I handed her her blouse and said, "Here, zip up your top and put this on." She held the blouse up to her chest and said, "Just relax and let me have my fun." I said, "You call that fun, being treated like a slut?" She answered, "I like being the center of attention - of this party and of the whole police department." Just then, Frank stepped over to us, looked at Connie, and said, "We're not gonna play games tonight. Are you gonna be our cop girl or not?" Connie answered, "Yes sir." He said, "Then give me that top and blouse." Connie took her top all the way off and gave it to him along with her blouse. "These tits are ours tonight - and I me l night." "Okay, Captain," she said, "you're the man." Then, pushing her breasts together with the sides of her arms, she asked him, "You like these big tits? They're all yours." Frank stuck his face between them and gave her a brunski. Connie asked, "What did you tell the Area Office guys about me?" He answered, "I bragged that we had the biggest titted clerk in the whole department." "I'm flattered," she replied, "I guess I'm lucky you're a tit man." He said, "I like 'em big." "So do I," she said, "and you sure are the man in that department."
Frank then walked her back over to the circle of people, and I followed. "Bring that Jumbo over here." Someone handed it to him, and he passed it Connie, who took a hit on it. Frank said, "Baby, you get as high as you want tonight." "Be careful, Captain," said Sheila, "that stuff makes her wild." "I sure know that," replied Frank, "Last week, when we were in back, I told her she was a different person when she's high. And she said - No, I'll let her tell you. Tell 'em what you said, baby." Connie looked around the circle with a coy smile and stated proudly, "I said, 'Whenever I smoke dope, it makes me want to smoke dick.'" Everyone laughed. "I think it's your hit again, Connie." said Bob. At that moment, Bill had the Jumbo. He walked over behind Connie, reached around, and held it to her mouth. As she took another puff, he asked her, "Before tonight, did you ever have anything this long, this thick, and this brown in your mouth?" "No, I haven't," Connie answered, "and not here ei " taking the Jumbo and putting it between her tits. Bill squeezed her boobs and said, "That's a great place for something long, thick, and brown." "You'd be the man," said Connie with a laugh.
Connie then went to the keg, and I followed in order to talk to her. I told her, "I can't believe you're doing this again." "Get used to it," she replied, "I treat it as part of my job, and I like it." I said, "You may enjoy acting cheap and telling all these guys that they're the man, but I'm your husband." "Not much of a husband," Connie said snidely, "or much of a man. I brought you to these parties to protect me from getting in trouble, figuring I'd be safe bringing my spouse with me. But my spouse turned out to be a wimp, because here I am, for the second time in a row, standing next to you in the middle of the party without my top while a bunch guys grab my boobs." I was getting pretty angry now and said, "Look, honey, I don't like all this, but I want to let you 'have your fun,' as you say. If you like showing your tits and letting guys grab them, I can live with that, but these guys want more, and that I absolutely will not tolerate."
There was a second of silence as Connie looked me in the eyes. Then, she broke out laughing. "Yes you will," she said, "You'll 'tolerate' whatever I want to let these men do with me. And the reason you'll 'tolerate' it is because you don't have the balls to do anything to stop it. I know it, and you know it, because you're a wimp instead of a man." I listened dumbfounded, as she continued, "The Captain turned out to be the real man. Since you apparently haven't figured it out yet, let me explain: At the party last week, he had me on my knees sucking his big dick!" I was outraged that she'd say that and shouted, "I don't believe it!" "It's true," she said, "After he felt me up right in front of you, he took to the back room and told me to suck his cock like a whore, and I did." I stared at her for a moment and said, "You're just trying to piss me off. You may allow some tit grabs, but I can never imagine you doing that with another man." She looked at me with a sneer and said, "Yo king, pathetic wimp. You won't have to imagine it."
She marched right up to the circle and said, "Hey, Bill, where's that long, thick, brown Jumbo of yours? I'm ready for it." Bill took Connie's hand and said, "I think it's in back. I'll show you, my big-titted cop girl." "Make that your big-titted cop slut," Connie responded, and, leaning back into Bill's chest and looking at me, continued, "And let's do it right here because my husband needs to see it, up close, so he won't have to use his imagination." Bill then reached around her, as one of his black hands fondled her breast, and the other held the cigar in front of her mouth. He asked, "You sure, sweetie?" Connie, staring into my eyes, stuck her tongue out to lick the tip of the cigar and said, "I'm sure." I heard one of the women yell, "She's ready," and people started to gather around. Bill then put the cigar into her mouth and said, "Yeah, baby, smoke it good and deep just like you like it." She took a deep drag. Bill then said, "Get on your knees, cop slut, and suck my b dick." She said, "Yes, Lieutenant," turning around.
She got on her knees and undid his pants, revealing his long, limp cock. Then, leaving her hands down at her sides, she took his dick into her mouth. "Umm," she murmured, as she slid her lips back along his pole. As he got hard, she said, "This is so much longer, thicker, and browner than the other one." She gave him another few strokes and let his cock fall out of her mouth and rest on her lips and chin as she faced up. She moved her head around a little so that his dick glided over and around her smiling mouth. Then, she licked the underside of his shaft before continuing her sucking. She bobbed her head back and forth, with her lips sliding along the dark flesh of his shaft. Some guy in the crowd yelled, "Suck that black dick." After a few more bobs, she looked up and smiled at him. Bill looked down at her and said, "You like this, don't you, baby?" She responded by kissing the tip of his dick.
He said, "You're a good cop slut," then, gesturing to the crowd, asked, "Isn't she, folks?" They all cheered. He added, "But she's also a big-titted slut, and since the first day I saw her in the station, I've wanted to do one thing - I've wanted to fuck...those...tits. A chant grew out of the crowd, as more people came in from outside: Fuck - those - tits. Fuck - those - tits. He helped her up and said, "Come here, baby," as he took her to a long coffee table in the middle of the room. He laid her down along the length of it. With the crowd still chanting, she held her boobs up and together for him with her hands as she smiled. He straddled her and squeezed her tits hard. He said, "You tit tease. Since the day you started, you've been showing off and teasing us, strutting around in your tight tops, haven't ya?" "Yes," she admitted, "but I'm not teasing now." "That's right," replied Bill, "these babies are mine now." As he tweaked her nipples, she let her arms fall out to her sid esting her hands on the ground. Then, he brought his dick up to her mouth and said, "Get it wet, girl, suck it sloppy," which she did. Next, he pushed her tits together and forced his dick in between them. As the chant increased, he plowed his black dick harder through her tit flesh. She pulled her neck up and lick the tip of his cock every time it appeared. "And that pretty white face of yours," Bill continued, "You've been flirting, glancing, and smiling at us, haven't you, you little tease? Well, I'm gonna treat it like the slut face that it is. Get ready baby." Someone yelled, "Blast that slut face." Connie held her head up so that his dick aimed right at her face. After a few more hard pumps, he bucked and sprayed a huge load all over her face, forehead, and hair. When he finished, he said, "Our little office tease is now an official cop slut." She looked up at me and said, "Imagine that."
Connie then went to the restroom, and Bob and Frank remained standing with me. Frank said, "Connie's the only cop slut I know who brings her husband to these parties. I guess you must like to watch." "Not really," I said. "You just come to protect her, then, huh?" he asked sarcastically. "She's my wife," I answered, "but she has a mind of her own." "And a great pair of tits," added Bob. "I'm just glad I was right about her," Frank said, "She's been a good hire for us." Bob said, "We've had some that didn't pan out, even up at our level. It's tough to know when you hire an attractive woman whether she'll work out or not." "Usually, though," responded Frank, "if they were recommended by a girlfriend in the Department, then it's a good bet 'cause then they know going in." "Are all of your female employees cop sluts?" I asked in a challenging tone. "They either are or they end up transferring out pretty early," Frank said, "It's just the nature of the environment." "You're lucky no o sued you yet," I said, expressing my feelings.
Just then, Connie approached us. Bob said, "Here's our girl. All cleaned up and ready." Connie asked, "What are you guys talking about?" Frank answered, "Whether our work environment is female friendly?" Connie replied, "All the guys are pretty friendly to me. And to the other girls as well." "Of course," Frank said, "you girls are all pretty friendly to us too." "That's true," Connie said, "Captain, do you think I should stop wearing my tight tops. Bill said I'm a tit-tease, and my husband, for whatever it's worth, thinks my outfits are unprofessional." "I don't have any complaints," Frank responded, "and I haven't heard any either." Bob said, "I wish I could see these big tits at my reception desk every time I walk in." Frank then slapped me on the back and said, "What you think of this outfit of your wife?" "Yeah, honey," Connie said to me with a sarcastic smile, "tell them what you think?" She took a sip of her beer as she waited for my response. My thought was that she looke e a total slut, standing here in this party topless in her tight jeans. What I said was, "Like I already said, somebody's gonna sue the Department someday." Connie responded, "Not if everybody's happy with the arrangement, they won't, and it looks to me like your the only one not happy with it."
Connie then turned to Frank and said, "How do you like this outfit on me?" Frank reached over and grabbed her tit, saying, "I like it a lot. It gives me easy access to feel up your big tits. And your husband knows a good feel-up when he sees one, don't you, pal?" Frank had Connie tell Bob about what happened at the previous party. "Well," Bob said, "I know a good tit-fucking when I see one, and Bill did himself proud." "He sure did," said Connie, "He gave 'em a good hard fuckin'." Bob said, "From my experience, I believe that a busty girl needs a good titfucking every once in a while." "Every day," said, Connie, "according to my boss at the bar I used to work at. He'd do these boobs every day, to remind me that he was boss, he used to say. But I think he enjoyed himself a little in the process." I was shocked at this: I had met and even gotten to know her former boss pretty well while Connie and I were dating, I never figured there was anything between them, especially something eazy. "I'm sure he enjoyed himself," said Bob, "and I hope he took good care of you on the job." "Absolutely," she responded, "A girl's gotta do what she has to do to get ahead." "Sometimes that means giving head," said Bob, pointing over to a woman on her knees giving a cop a blowjob. We all looked over at them, and Frank said, "She sucks hard and sloppy, like you, Connie." "She must enjoy it, like me," responded Connie. "I think you'll go far in the Department," said Bob. "I must have already," responded Connie, "because here I am hanging out with my boss and his boss." A crowd was gathering around the couple, and Bob said, "Let's watch this bitch suck." We all turned to face them, and Bob stepped behind Connie. He reached around her and cupped her breasts with both hands. I saw a smile came to Connie's face, and she put her hands over his as her kneaded her big boobs. To avoid getting caught staring, I turned my head back to the blow job couple who were really going at it. A moment later, I heard Connie say, "Oh, Commander!" I saw her lean her head back into him as she reached to caress the back of his neck. He was grinding his pelvis into her rear end, which she stuck out toward him. Just then, the cop getting blown starting grunting and soon he came. "Good show," shouted one of the onlookers. I heard Bob whisper to Connie, "We can beat that show, can't we, baby?" "What did you have in mind?" she asked. He said aloud, "Just you, and your boss, and his boss hanging out - and fucking." "Love to, Commander," Connie answered. Then, Bob yelled out to the crowd, "Who wants to see the biggest titted clerk in the Department get fucked erly?" Everyone cheered, and Bob took Connie's hand and headed toward to the couch. "Honey, please, we're married," I protested. Connie laughed at me and mocked my tone, saying, "Honey, please, I'm horny."
Bob said, "Let's give everybody a look at this round ass of yours. Take your pants off." Connie slid out of her tight jeans, revealing her white bikini panties. Bob ran his hand gently over the curve of her behind and said, "This is a good, firm ass, and it needs a good, firm spank." He proceeded to swat her butt very hard with his open hand, making a loud slapping sound. Connie cried, "Owwh, that hurt. Did I do something wrong?" "You're a slut," Bob replied, "Now take off those panties, slut." She stepped out of her panties, and Bob said, "Look at this milky white ass." He paused then told her, "Admit you're a slut." Connie said, "I am a slut, especially for cop cock." Bob said, "Bend over, slut," which she did. He added, "You'd better brace your arms on the couch." She did so, looking back at him with a quizzical expression. He then reached his arm back behind him and whacked her hard in the ass with a full swing. "Ouch," she yelled, then said, "Do you do this to all your sluts nly the ones who like it," he answered. The hard whack left a red mark on Connie's ass in the shape of Bob's big hand. "She likes it, Commander," shouted Sheila who was watching, as was everyone else at the party by this point. "Huh?" said Bob, turning his head. Sheila said, "She told me she likes it rough."
Bob sat down on the couch and ordered, "Bring your tits over here, slut." Connie went and stood in front of him. He put his hands on the front of her breasts and began squeezing them hard, saying, "So, you and your big tits like it rough, eh? You like to get 'em mashed like this and like Frank did 'em last week?" "Love it," she answered. "And you like 'em fucked hard like Bill just did to 'em?" "Love that, too," she answered. "And since you like getting your ass swatted, you'll love this," Bob said, "Put your hands behind your back, slut." "Yes, Commander," she said submissively, as she extended her hands and arms behind her and arched her back. He placed the tips of his fingers under her breasts and lightly lifted them up a little a few times, making them bounce. He said, "I like big, natural boobs, and I really like these huge ones." Bob gave little slaps to the sides of her breasts, first one then the other. "You like that, tit slut?" She said nothing but just smiled at him. " you like that. You like getting your big tits slapped, but I bet you'd like it harder." He increased his pace and force a little bit, and we could all hear the sounds made by the contact. I stood and watched in shock as my wife stood there obediently before the Commander with all her clothes off and with a red brand on her ass getting her boobs slapped in front of all these people. I just could not believe that she was actually enjoying it. "Slap my big tits," she moaned as she leaned her head back. A guy behind me shouted, "Slap 'em good." Bob continued on for a moment, then he stood up. He slapped up a few times on the undersides of her breasts which made them fly up. He smiled at her as the crowd cheered. Then, he finished with a few crossing slaps to the insides of each breast. "How's that for rough, tit slut?," he asked, as he undid his pants. Without waiting for her answer, he said, "Get your knees and suck my cock."
She fell to her knees and took his dick in her mouth. He held her head onto his dick as he sat back down on the couch. "Suck it hard and sloppy, bitch," Bob ordered her. He then put his hands on the sides of her head and began pushing it up and down on his dick. He looked up to crowd with a big smile and said, "I love these cop sluts." His eyes caught mine, and he looked at me for a moment. Then, he looked down at Connie and said, "Especially the married ones." She looked up and him and said, "Fuck my mouth," as she continued sucking. "For a little while," he responded, "Then I'm gonna fuck your cunt." True to his word, a moment later he pulled Connie's head off of his dick, stood up, and lay down on the coffee table. "Straddle me, slut," he said, and Connie stepped over him with one leg, facing him. He said, "No, turn around," which she did, now straddling him the other way. He slapped her ass and said, "Squat on it." She positioned herself over his dick and then squatted down . Slapping her ass some more, Bob said, "Work it, bitch." With her hands on his thighs, she bobbed on his dick faster, taking all of it inside her. Then, Bob said, "Now let's put that mouth to work for your boss." Frank stepped up and straddled Bob right in front of Connie. Frank swung his hips so that his boner hit Connie in the face as she continued to bob up and down. Her eyes locked on Frank's as she took his dick in her mouth. "Look at that bitch go," said a guy behind me, "and look at those tits bounce." Bob said, "Why don't you come over here and hold 'em steady for her." The guy said, "Sure thing, boss," as he came out of the crowd, bumping into me in the process. "I'll lend a hand," said a black cop, also stepping up.
The two cops stood on either side of Connie, each grabbing one breast. She began to rub their crotches through their pants. The first cop said, "Yeah, we got the call for back-up, and we brought some more cock for you. Help yourself," as he and the black cop pulled out their puds. The black cop swatted her butt as he said, "Get down on the dick, bitch." Connie ground her pussy on Bob's cock, to which the black cop said, "That's right, now take all that cock," as he pushed her head forward. She devoured Frank's whole dick in one try. "Dirty slut," yelled Sheila from the crowd. Within seconds, Frank groaned, "I'm cumming, you fuckin' whore," and he released his load into her throat. Bob said, "I'll dump my load in your pussy, bitch." He put his hands on her waist and pushed her down hard onto his dick. Then, he grimaced as he exploded inside her. A moment later, he barked, "Get off me, slut." She stepped off of him and let herself fall back onto the couch, totally spent.
The black cop said, "You aren't done, bitch. You got at least a couple more to take of." Then, turning to the white cop, he said, "You go first." The guy walked up to Connie and said, "Suck it, slut. Get it good and wet." She sat up on the couch and sucked him for a few strokes. "Good enough. Now jack it in your face." Connie didn't respond immediately, and someone from the crowd shouted, "He said jack him, whore." She clutched her fist around his shaft and began pumping it hard. Still pumping, she leaned her head back to rest against the couch cushion. "You lazy slut, get your face up here - close range." She sat up and positioned her face right in front of his cock. "Faster!" he ordered her, and she complied. He was clearly getting close, and he said, "Look up at me while I cum on your face." She looked up at him, and he launched several streaks of cum all over her mouth and cheeks. When he was finished, she again fell back against the couch cushion, rubbing the cum into her sk ob said, "Just one more, Connie. Then you can rest."
As the black cop approached her, she opened her mouth to accept his thick cock. But he pulled back and said, "I not taking sloppy seconds - of any kind. Kneel on the floor here." She did so, and he turned her around so that she was facing the couch. "Now you can rest your head on the couch. I don't need it." Kneeling behind her, he spit in his hand and rubbed it around the tip of his dick. "I need your hands though," he continued, "Open your ass for me." Several guys in the crowd cheered. Connie put her hands on her buns and spread them apart for the officer. He inserted his cock into her butt and slowly worked in it in deeper. He then leaned his head down and spit, and with his fingers he rubbed his saliva around his dick where it entered her asshole. His cock was then able to slide all the way inside Connie. He put his hands on the sides of her hips and began ramming her hard. "Ream that slut," Sheila yelled. With each thrust, his abdomen would slam against Connie's rear, so ha at the top of her head was banging into the back cushion of the couch. Seeing this, he said, nicely, "Watch your head, sweetie," as he jackhammered her butthole even harder. A cheer of "Fuck - that - ass" broke out from the crowd. "Please cum," she moaned, "Please cum in my ass." "Keep asking me, doll," he responded, "and soon I will." Connie, with her arms braced against the couch cushion, cried, "Fuck my ass. Give me all that black cock." He continued slamming her, as she yelled, "Plug me, ream me, bone me up the butt." "The whore likes it," called out some guy. "I love it!" she cried, looking back at him, "Give me your cum. Blast it up my ass." Suddenly, the rhythm of his thrusts stopped, and his body jerked. He shouted, "You dirty whore," as he shot in her ass, falling forward on top of her. They both lay there limp for a moment. Then the guy stood up, and Connie flopped onto the couch.
Bob walked over to her, rubbed the top of her head, and said, "You're a good slut." She said, "And I'm not a lazy slut. I'm a hard worker, and I can do more of your men after a little break." Bob responded, "Leave some for the other sluts. Let me get you a beer." I walked up to Connie just as Sheila did. Sheila gave her a high-five and said, "You are, without question, the sleaziest, raunchiest, hosebag in cop slut history." Connie laughed and said, "Sorry to dethrone you." For the next few minutes, Sheila explained her dirtiest experience with the cops as we stood listening. A few officers walked by and said, "Nice work," or "Good slut," as they grabbed Connie's tits or ass. One cop patted me on the back and said snidely, "Nice wife."
Then, Bob walked up to us. He was holding Connie's zipper top and a pitcher of beer. He poured us each a glass. He raised his glass and called out to the crowd, "I have an announcement to make. As of right now, Connie is promoted to Level I Assistant in the Area Office." Some people cheered, some people laughed, and one woman yelled, "Who'd a thunk it." A cop walked up, grabbed Connie's tit, and said, "You're well qualified for the position, and you'll earn every penny of your raise." "Speaking of which," Bob said, holding up her zipper top, "I'll keep this as a souvenir, but I want you to try it on for me on Monday." He smiled at me and continued, "Now that your working for me, Connie, I need to approve your professional wardrobe. Report to the Area Office Monday at 9." "Yes, sir, Commander," she said, as he walked away. Then, she said, "And by 9:05, he'll have me in his office in that top." "And by 9:06," Sheila added, "he'll have you out of it." As they both laughed, Connie g d over at me and said, "Imagine that."
After that, with the permission of Bob and Frank, Connie left the party, and we went home. I was sick with dread the rest of the weekend and all day Monday. When I arrived home Monday evening, Connie was already there. I asked, "How was your day?" "Fine," she said aloofly. I followed up with, "How did the Commander treat you?" She smiled and said, "The way I like it. But that's all I'm telling you. If you think I'm gonna give you a daily play-by-play, or should I say blow-by-blow, description, you're sadly mistaken." "C'mon, honey," I pleaded, "you're obviously enjoying it, so it's the least you could do to share the experience with me." "Like hell I will!," she barked, "I won't even give you that pleasure. If you want to get off thinking about those strong cops taking your wife as their slut, you're just gonna have to use your imagination. I'm not telling you shit." She looked at me with a satisfied look. Then, in a nicer tone, said, "But I will tell you this: I met the Chief to He came by the Area Office because he was showing off the Department to some out-of-town politicos. I think he liked me." She walked off to the kitchen.
A few minutes later, the phone rang, and Connie answered it. I heard her say, "Yes. . . .Yes. . . . I'll be ready," and she hung up. She said excitedly, "The Chief's coming over. They just called from the car radio. He'll be here any minute, so clean this place up while I change." I was a little dumbfounded by the whole situation but did not want to let Connie make a bad impression, so I cleaned up.
Soon, there was a knock at the door, and I answered it. Standing at the door was a large black man whom I recognized as our Chief of Police. He was holding a briefcase and said in a deep voice, "I'm here to see Connie." I let him in, introduced myself as Connie's husband, and extended my hand. Ignoring it, he looked over my shoulder, smiled, and said, "There she is." I turned around and saw Connie in a skimpy yellow bikini. The bottoms were french cut, and the top pushed her tits up, making them stick straight out. "So," she said smiling, "I hear that there's an opening for Chief's Executive Assistant." "And I see that you're dressed for your interview," he said. "Yes," she said, "did you see my r'sum?," as she pulled the material of her bikini top to the sides. "So far, so good," he said, "but we need to hurry. I got the car waiting to take me to the Council meeting."
He dropped his pants, unleashing a huge boner, and sat on the couch. "I think you know the drill," he said. "Yeah," she answered, "you're gonna drill all my holes with this big cock." She knelt before him and put his cock in her mouth. In a professional tone, he asked, "Why do you want to work my office?" "So I can suck this schlong every day," she answered, as she gobbled down on his long black cock. "Good, slut," he said, pushing down on her head, "take it all." She did, then sucked up and down its full length a few times. He looked at his watch, then said, "Slut, lick my balls." Without hesitation, she did so, looking up at him. "How are you at dealing with people?" he asked. She answered, "I get along with all people - and with all cocks." "Very good," he said, pushing her head away.
He then walked to the end of the couch, which was right next to where I was sitting in the rocking chair. He stood facing the wall and pointing in front of him, saying, "C'mon here and bend over." Connie did so, sticking her butt out toward him and putting her hands on her knees. The Chief pulled the crotch of her bikini bottoms to the side, exposing her pussy. He fingered it for a moment and then shoved his dick up it as he asked, "What is your understanding of your duties as my Executive Assistant?" She answered, "To do as I'm told." "Right," he said, "grab your ankles." She did, and he picked her up by the waist and pushed her up against the wall. He set her down again on her feet and pounded the hell out of her, slamming her hard against the wall. "Connie," he said, "give me the 5 words that you think describe you best." She cried, "Big-titted, black-cock-loving, cop slut." He smiled and said, "That's more than 5, but I like your answer." "I hear your white asshole also love ck cock?" he said as he pulled out of her. "Sure does, Chief," she answered, standing up. I noticed a depression in the wall where Connie's back had been pounded into it. "Get on that rocking chair," the Chief said, pointing in my direction. Connie said, "Get up, honey, we need your chair." As I got up, he told me, "Stay close."
He told Connie to sit down, which she did. He then lifted her feet up and to her side, saying, "Slide down," as he spun her around, leaving her upside down. She rested her shoulder blades on the bottom of the chair, with her back against its back and her butt in the air. He ordered, "Pull your knees down by your ears," as he helped her to do so. He stepped up to her and asked, "Why should I hire you over someone else?" With her head leaning back over the edge of the chair and her big tits flopping down on her chin, she looked up at him and said, "Because I'm more of a slut." "You sure are," he said, as he pulled her bikini bottoms down to the middle of her thighs. He stuck the tip of his dick in her asshole and then said to me, "Start rocking it." I pushed the chair forward which pushed Connie's asshole down on his dick. The Chief bent at the knees to get a better angle as I rocked the chair back and forth. "Faster," he said, "help me fuck this ass good." I increased my pace, and ie's tits slapped down on her face with each thrust. This continued for a few minutes, and Connie began to rub his firm ass muscles which were above her head.
Then, he pulled out and held his dick over Connie's upturned face. He stroked it and said, "Connie, tell me something interesting about yourself." She said, "I like to take black men's loads on my face." "Show me how you like it, you dirty slut," he said, as he jacked himself faster. She looked up at his cock demurely and tickled his sack with her hand, saying, "Do these big black balls have a lot of cum stored up for me?" "Yeah, baby," he said, "and it's all for you and your whore face," as he slapped his dick down a few times on her cheeks. She rubbed the insides of his thighs gently and begged, "Shoot it on my face," as she licked her lips in anticipation. He grunted "Ohhhh," and let fly countless globs of jism on her lips, chin, and cheeks. Sticking her tongue way out, she licked all around her lips, lapping up all the cum her tongue could reach. Then, he lowered his dick to her mouth and told her, "Suck me clean, slut. Get it all out of there." She licked the cum off the tip is dick and then engulfed its head firmly with her mouth, sucking so hard that her cheeks hollowed. Fisting him, she gave him one last pull by sliding her hand along the length of his shaft, drinking the last drops of his seed. Finally, with the tip of his cock, she rubbed his splattered cum all around her face.
Finished, he stepped over to the couch, saying, "You've interviewed well, but I have just one concern. Your 2 bosses told me you're a brown nose." "Well," she said, "I always like to keep my boss happy." The Chief sat up on the arm of the couch with his butt over the edge of it and said, "Good, then get that nose brown eating my black ass." She knelt at the end of the couch under his ass. Then, she leaned her head forward and licked his crack. "Lick it out good," he said, as he reached his hand back behind him. Connie kept licking, and he pushed her head in towards him, saying, "Get my hole." She separated his asscheeks with both hands and stuck her mouth deep between them. He said, "Yeah, that's right, slut." "One last question," he said, "Where do you want to be 5 years from now?" "On my knees, licking your asshole," she responded. He then reached for his briefcase, opened it, and took out what looked like a tee-shirt. He said, "Now, give it a kiss goodbye til tomorrow." She k his asshole and then each buttock.
After that, he jumped up, pulled up his pants, and said, "You're hired," as he threw Connie the tee-shirt. "Yeay!," Connie cheered, adding, "Honey, now I make more than you do." The Chief then left, telling Connie he'd see her tomorrow morning at Headquarters. Connie said, "That was the roughest interview I've ever had. He really knows how to treat a woman." "I thought it was revolting," I said. She walked over to the mirror and put on the tee- shirt. Looking at her reflection, she said, "It fits me perfectly." Continuing my thought, I said, "I can't believe you let those cops treat you like that. I thought you were supposed to be my wife." "No, honey," she responded, turning toward me, "this is what I am." In black letters stretched by her big bust, I read the writing on the tee-shirt: "Property of APD." "That's what I am, honey, Department property. And those cops are gonna treat me like it every day. Imagine that."
My wife, Connie, and I have been married for almost a year now. I guess we're still newlyweds. I met her when I was 38, an accountant, and beginning to worry that I might not find a wife. Connie was 32 and worked in the bar business. In fact, we met at a happy hour at the place she managed. I don't know what she ever saw in me, but at first sight I saw she was beautiful. She is a sexy Italian with black hair and brown eyes. She is very curvy, and, that day, had packed her ample hips and butt into her tight jeans. But what I really noticed at first sight was her bust: she has jumbo, round breasts that are firm and high on her chest, which I later learned were natural. I thought she was very hot. That night, we drank a lot of beer, and I asked her out. After our first date, we ended up at my place and then in bed. As we dated, the sex was great, and I learned that she was adventurous. I also learned that she liked it rough, and she always wanted me to be rougher and more forceful d sex, which I tried to do for her. I liked her a lot, and we became more serious. Because of her work, I wouldn't see her on most nights, but we would always have fun when we were together. She said she was really into me. About 6 months after meeting her, I proposed.
Right after we were married, she decided, partly at my urging, to get out of the bar business. She was considering what other job to do, but I suggested that we start a ******. I was doing well enough to provide for her, and she really didn't need to work outside the home. But she decided that she wasn't ready for kids yet and wanted what she called a "mindless job." Her friend Sheila worked for the Police Department and thought she could get her a position there.
She ended up with a receptionist's job at the police department. About a week after she started, I asked how she liked it. She said, "I do, but the cops are true cops." I asked what she meant, and she explained that they were always taking dirty in the station house, ogling all the women, and making comments to them. I said if they were doing it to her, she should file a sexual harassment complaint. She laughed and told me not to be so protective. I also suggested to her that perhaps, in light of her new job, she should considering changing her work wardrobe, because some of the outfits that she wore at the bar may not be appropriate for a police station. If she wore more professional and less tight-fitting clothing, maybe then the comments would stop. She said to me supportively, "There's nothing they do that I can't handle." I believed her, knowing that she had always been able to handle the drunks and assholes in her years working in bars.
A couple weeks later, she advised me that one of her co-workers was hosting a party on Saturday night, and she invited me to attend with her. To the party, I wore my khakis and a polo, while she wore blue jeans and a tight, white tank top with the letters "APD." The top was low cut and was so snug on her that it clung to each breast, showing the distinct outline of each of her ample globes. The curved seams on the sides of her brassiere cups were visible through the cotton material. I again made my argument to her about tight clothing and the way the cops treated her, but Connie said she just wanted to make a good impression and that this party was not a professional setting anyway.
When we got to the party at around 10:00 p.m., it was already in full swing. There were about 15 male cops there, and about 8 women; Connie told me she knew everyone there because they all worked for the police department. She introduced me to a few people standing together near the door: I met the Captain, Frank, who was everyone's boss, and a Sergeant and a woman staffer whose names I quickly forgot. As we talked, Connie moved over to join a group of women nearby. The Captain looked like a cop: he was tall and muscular and wore cowboy boots. From what I had heard about the officers Connie worked with, I had figured he'd be an asshole, but he was very friendly to me. He and the guys near me were all passing around a joint. I said to them, "I didn't expect this at a cop party." Frank said, "Work hard; play hard." I asked some the officers if their wives were there. They laughed, and one said, "No, it's not that kind of party." I asked what he meant, and he said that here they d ngs they can't do in front of their wives. I asked, "Like smoke pot?" They smiled.
When I asked where the beer was, I was directed to the back of the apartment. As I was heading to the back, I saw a man and a woman go into a room, shutting the door behind them. I walked up to it thinking it was the beer room, but then I heard the man say, "Suck it, you dirty slut," and I heard the woman say, "Yes, sergeant." I walked away and found the keg of beer out on the back stairway. I got a beer and decided to go up a flight to the deck. A few minutes later, I heard Connie's voice coming from the keg area. I began to head down but heard another voice, which I identified as Frank's. He said to Connie, "So you like working here?" "Yes, I do," Connie answered, "I'm so glad you decided to hire me." I was hoping she'd inform the Captain of how she and other women were being treated at the station house. She continued, "I had to scramble to get my r'sum? done before the interview." I could tell she was talking in her charming tone, and I figured she was just trying to brown n er boss. Frank responded, "Well, during our interview, I decided to hire you for two big reasons. But they weren't on your r'sum? - they're in your shirt." I was shocked and hesitated a moment to make sure that I heard him correctly. He continued, "Every police house should have a big titted receptionist, and I could see right away how well qualified you were." I realized that I had heard him correctly. Connie said nothing, and I was about to come down the stairs to protect her. Then the Captain said, "And I know you're not offended by that comment, because it's nothing compared to what the other guys have said to you at work." Hoping to learn more about this, I decided to wait a moment, and then I heard Connie say nervously, "That's true, and I take the comments as jokes. The guys are funny." "And that's something we like about you, Connie, your sense of humor, almost as much as your tits. Your ass ain't bad either."
He paused then added, "You're very popular with the guys at work." Connie replied, "Well, I'm happy to be there, and I'm glad you all invited me to this party." "You know why we invited you, don't you?," he asked. "Yeah, Sheila told me these parties get pretty wild and you guys try to fuck all the girls." I was surprised both to hear this and to hear my wife use such language. Frank then responded, "Yeah, you sure do understand, and you came." He laughed, but Connie told him, "No, I didn't come for that. I just wanted to see what happens at these." "Yeah right," he said, "we all know what you want, what all these cop sluts here want: to be on your knees for a police officer. We can tell how you look at us and flirt." "Me a flirt?" she exclaimed, giggling, "If I'm gonna be working there, I don't want to be known as a flirt." He said, "Good, then let's go to the back. Your shirt is Department property, and so is everything in it." Connie replied, "Sheila said you guys treated all t men like groupies. But I'm here with my husband, so nothing's gonna happen." This made me feel better. "What does that mean?" asked Frank. "Two things," answered Connie, "First, he's very protective and, when we're out, no guys try to talk to me or anything with him there." This was true, and I was proud to hear Connie tell him. "And, second," she continued, "as for me, knowing that he's here, I won't let myself get wild, no matter how high I get." "Baby," said Frank, "you get as high and wild as you want; and don't worry about your husband. He won't stop you or anybody else, not here." Connie said, "Oh, he gets real protective about me." "He doesn't scare me," said Frank, "I know his type. I or any guy here could hit on you, hell, I could even grab your tit right in front of him, and he wouldn't make a peep. I'll even show you." She answered, "Well, you're wrong about him, so you better not cause a scene." "Was I wrong about you?" he replied. After a pause, he said firmly, "You can s top me if you want to, and he can stop me if he's man enough." I heard his boots walk back inside. I immediately started down the stairs but then heard voices saying hi to Connie. Since I could not talk to her there, I stayed in place til the people left so they wouldn't think I was an eavesdropper. I knew I should do something; I decided to tell Connie that we had to leave.
I came back out to the main room and found Connie talking with Sheila and another woman. As I approached, I heard Sheila say the words "cop sluts." I heard the other woman say, "It's the greatest job I've ever had," as the women all laughed. I asked Connie to step away and talk to me. Just then, a guy walked up and said to our group that the Captain wanted to see them in the side room. The women all said okay, but Connie wanted to go to restroom first. I walked her there, talking to her. I told her that I feared this party was getting out of hand and that I wanted to go home now. She said there was nothing out of control, we had just gotten there, and she did not want to make a bad impression on her co-workers. I agreed to stay for a while, and I figured that with her in control and me wanting to protect her, we would be ok.
When Connie came out of the restroom, we headed to the side room. She had freshened up, tucked in her shirt, and now was carrying her purse such that the purse strap fell between her breasts. When we walked in the side room, there was the Captain, a black Lieutenant named Bill, the sergeant from before, Sheila, and the other woman. We all stood in a circle, with Connie's standing between Frank and me. The sergeant lit up a joint, hit it, and said, "Good shit," passing it to Frank. After Frank hit it, he put his arm around Connie, put the joint to her mouth, and said, "The Police Department always gets the best for itself." Frank then removed his arm from around her and passed the joint on to me. There was a pause, then Frank said, "Hey, I got a story I wanna tell everybody. Last week, after a shift, I went to a late night dance club with a buddy. Leaning against the wall next to us was a woman with big round tits, like yours," gesturing to Connie. Frank continued, "She was standi th her back arched, sticking her tits out, like you," again gesturing to Connie, who posture at the moment did resemble his description. Frank went on, "When all of a sudden this guy just reaches over and grabs her tit, like this." He grabbed Connie's breast. I was stunned, and I thought Connie would slap him, or at least push his hand away, but she just smiled. "The woman didn't do anything," Frank went on, "She just kinda looked over at him." Sheila said with a sly look, "Maybe she liked it." The Captain continued, "I told the guy to get the hell outta there, and he said, 'What do you care? It's not like she's your wife or something.' And I said, 'Yeah, you're right or you'd be dead.' I showed him my badge and told him to leave before I arrested him. He left without another word."
Bill then piped in, "No way! The guy grabbed her, just like that." And Frank responded, "Yeah, just like this," as he grabbed Connie's breast again. This time Connie laughed. Frank looked at me, but I, despite my shame and anger, did nothing and said nothing. Then, he took Connie's hand and started to walk out, saying, "C'mon, baby, I told you." I felt two emotions: one, shame, like I was beaten, and two, relief that it wasn't worse and more humiliating for me. I figured Connie could handle her own with Frank, and I was right, because after a few steps, she stopped. I had just begun to take a step toward her, when she said to Frank, "That doesn't count. He thought you were telling a story and demonstrating. It's not like you really felt me up in front of him." Frank said, "You're right," and walked her back into the room, stood her right in front of me, and asked her, "You know why we invited you here, don't you?" "The same two reasons you hired me: what's in my shirt," she said cking her chest forward. I was shocked with what happened next. The Captain reached out and lightly rubbed his hands all over her breasts saying, "Right, baby, these big round tits; I love 'em." He then placed his hands on the undersides of her breasts and pushed them up hard a few times, smashing them together. Next, he placed his hands squarely on top of them, closed his hands around them, giving them each them each a few good squeezes. He said, "Now did I feel you up?" She said, "Yes," with a hearty laugh. He looked at me and asked,"Would you call that feeling her up?" I stammered, "I guess so." He then took her by the hand and said,"Come on, baby, you're coming with me."
After they left, Bill said to me, "You should be proud of your beautiful wife." I told him I was a little worried. "Relax and have a good time," he said, handing me the joint as we walked back into the main room. A short time later, Frank walked up from the back and stepped into the middle of the room. He announced, "Men, allow me to introduce our newest cop girl." He called to the back, "Ready, baby, come on out." Connie walked up. She was a little sweaty, and her lipstick was smeared. Frank said, "You're overdressed." "Well," she answered, "my husband's right here in the room now." He replied, "No one told you to bring him. Besides, he was in the room before." "And did nothing," added Sheila. "But I'm shy," Connie said in an innocent tone. Frank said, "You weren't with me, and cop girls have to be good to all the cops. Okay, sweetie?" Connie said, "Okay." Frank took her into the middle of the room and said, "Since you're shy, I'll have someone help you." Then, he said to the , "This is Connie, and she has a lot to offer as a cop girl. I know you've seen her at the house, and now you can see what she offers. Bill, I know you've wanted to see since her first day, so you do the honors." Bill stepped up to Connie. To my horror, he began to slide the shoulder straps of her tank top and bra down til the top of the cloth covered only her nipples and the bottom half of her breasts. He then ran his finger slowly across the top of the cloth, as he and Connie smiled at each other. Then, in a sudden motion, he pulled the cloth down, revealing her breasts to the entire room. "Nice fuckin' tits!," a man in the crowd yelled. I stood in there shock, not knowing what to do. It was amazing to see Connie's large, tan-lined breasts sticking straight out ahead of her and being supported by her top and bra scrunched below them. She was smiling as she stepped forward. Bill said, "Give us a shake, baby," and Connie did a shimi, moving her shoulders side to side, which caused her breasts to bounce up, down, and sideways. Bill said, "That's a good girl," and, grabbing her boob, adding, "Captain, you sure can pick 'em." Connie said she wanted to smoke more. Frank said, "She loves the stuff." One of the women handed her a joint. The next several minutes passed with everyone smoking and laughing and with the men grabbing her breasts. Sheila came over to Connie and said, "Welcome aboard. The Captain still bats 1000." "How could he be so sure about me?" Connie asked, "I wasn't even sure myself." Sheila said, "He's never wrong." Just then, the Sergeant grabbed Sheila around the waist and said, "Come with me, babe, I want you to slut for me." Sheila looked at Connie with a smile and a shrug of her shoulders and walked to the side room with him as he fondled her ass.
It seemed a few others were pairing up, and I was afraid that the situation would become uncontrollable. So, I pulled Connie's top back up, took her arm, and brought her into the hall. As we walked away from the group, I heard Bill say, "Uh oh, she's in trouble now," and everybody laughed. I told Connie, "What the hell is wrong with you?" "Oh honey," she answered, "I'm just stoned and having a little fun." "Then we should go home," I said. She replied, "No, I want to stay." I yelled, "You want to stay and keep being treated like a slut?" Calming down, I told her, "You're not acting like a wife." She answered, "You're not acting like a husband, more like a wimp. You did nothing when the Frank grabbed me, and you still didn't do anything when they undressed me." "But you laughed," I responded, "like you liked it." "Maybe I did," she replied. "Please, dear," I said, "you've had enough. I'm pleading with you to go home." Exasperated, she said, "Oh, all right." As we left, Bill caught ith us and said, "Leaving so soon? I was hoping you'd have a smoke with your old buddy Bill." She smiled and said, "Maybe next party." He responded, "Definitely next party," as he gave her tits a quick squeeze and said, "Goodnight, friends."
We then left, and it was none too soon. I felt relieved to finally get her out of there. When we got back home, we went directly to bed. Lying next to her, I asked her what she did in back with Frank. Her only response was,"I like getting high once in a while."
On Monday evening, I asked how work went, and she informed me that there was another party the next Saturday evening. I said firmly, "We're not going." "I am," she answered, "and you're welcome to come if you like." I told her that I didn't want her taking her top off or getting crazy. She said, "It's a party, and I'm gonna smoke, and that may make me act a little crazy." Then, she added, "But I agree not to take my top off."
On Saturday, we arranged that she would go to Sheila's place early in the evening, I would pick her up there, and then we would all go together to the party. When I arrived, Connie and Sheila were already buzzed, from booze and dope. Connie was wearing a blousy pullover top and jeans.
We headed to the party, which was at the Captain's place; a lot of people were already there. We all got a beer, and Bill walked up with a joint. Sheila and Connie took hits, and I gave Connie a look. Bill told Connie that she left the last party too early and without saying her proper goodbyes. Connie replied, "I know; Sheila told me." "A cop girl shouldn't do that," Bill told her, and looking at me added, "for any reason."
The Captain called over to us, yelling, "Connie, I've got a surprise for you. Ready to try the Jumbo?" "Which one?," she asked with a smile. "This one," he answered, "This is the Jumbo Joint, and it's time to roll it out." He explained that a Jumbo was a dime bag rolled into a cigar wrapper. He lit it up and passed it around.
Then, an older guy arrived, came up to Frank, and said hello. Frank introduced him as Bob, Frank's boss and Area Commander. Bob asked, "So, Frank, where's the big tit girl you were telling us about at my station?" Frank gestured toward Connie and said, "But you can't tell with that blouse on." Frank then said to Connie, "I thought you were going to wear something sexy." Connie replied, "Maybe I have a surprise for you guys." Then, she lifted her blouse up to her shoulders, showing off her top. She was wearing a tight, pink crop-top with a zipper all the way along the front. I thought it was cheap looking, but, since Connie had promised not to take it off, I at least had that going for me. Frank said, "That's a good girl," giving her the once over. After pulling her blouse over her head to remove it, she held her arms high in the air and smiled. Bob looked at Connie's bust and said, "You were right Frank, she really is a big titter." Then he turned to Connie and said, "Aren't you l? Those tits look great, but they look uncomfortable in that tight top. You oughta let 'em out of there." Frank asked her, "Can you unzip that for us?" Connie responded as I hoped she would, saying, "No, I can't tonight." "Oh, baby," said Bob, "I heard I missed a show last week. Why don't you lose that top and give us a repeat performance?" "Sorry," replied Connie, staying true to her word. Bob said, "Now I'm disappointed, and so will be all the other guys at the Area Office who are excited waiting to hear about you." "Well," said Connie, "I don't want to disappoint you and everyone, but I just can't unzip it." Frank asked sternly, "Why can't you, who said?" Connie answered, "My husband. I promised him I would not take my top off, so I can't unzip it." She then took step toward Bob, stuck her chest forward and said, "But you can." Bob laughed and said, "That's a good cop girl," as he held the zipper with his fingers and then slowly pulled it down to the bottom. He then pushed the fla ps of her top to the sides and said, "Let these babies breathe a little." He slid his hands under her bare tits, held them up, jiggling them. He said, "Doesn't that feel better?" "That feels great," Connie purred. Bob turned to Frank and said, "The guys at the house won't believe that I was feeling her bare tits within 2 minutes of meeting her."
I picked up Connie's blouse and pulled her aside. I pleaded, "Honey, please, you promised." "Sorry, dear," she answered, "but it's not like I broke the promise. Besides, it's nice to know that all the cops in the area are talking about me. And since they are, I had to give Bob a look at what I've got." "And a feel, too?" I said indignantly. I handed her her blouse and said, "Here, zip up your top and put this on." She held the blouse up to her chest and said, "Just relax and let me have my fun." I said, "You call that fun, being treated like a slut?" She answered, "I like being the center of attention - of this party and of the whole police department." Just then, Frank stepped over to us, looked at Connie, and said, "We're not gonna play games tonight. Are you gonna be our cop girl or not?" Connie answered, "Yes sir." He said, "Then give me that top and blouse." Connie took her top all the way off and gave it to him along with her blouse. "These tits are ours tonight - and I me l night." "Okay, Captain," she said, "you're the man." Then, pushing her breasts together with the sides of her arms, she asked him, "You like these big tits? They're all yours." Frank stuck his face between them and gave her a brunski. Connie asked, "What did you tell the Area Office guys about me?" He answered, "I bragged that we had the biggest titted clerk in the whole department." "I'm flattered," she replied, "I guess I'm lucky you're a tit man." He said, "I like 'em big." "So do I," she said, "and you sure are the man in that department."
Frank then walked her back over to the circle of people, and I followed. "Bring that Jumbo over here." Someone handed it to him, and he passed it Connie, who took a hit on it. Frank said, "Baby, you get as high as you want tonight." "Be careful, Captain," said Sheila, "that stuff makes her wild." "I sure know that," replied Frank, "Last week, when we were in back, I told her she was a different person when she's high. And she said - No, I'll let her tell you. Tell 'em what you said, baby." Connie looked around the circle with a coy smile and stated proudly, "I said, 'Whenever I smoke dope, it makes me want to smoke dick.'" Everyone laughed. "I think it's your hit again, Connie." said Bob. At that moment, Bill had the Jumbo. He walked over behind Connie, reached around, and held it to her mouth. As she took another puff, he asked her, "Before tonight, did you ever have anything this long, this thick, and this brown in your mouth?" "No, I haven't," Connie answered, "and not here ei " taking the Jumbo and putting it between her tits. Bill squeezed her boobs and said, "That's a great place for something long, thick, and brown." "You'd be the man," said Connie with a laugh.
Connie then went to the keg, and I followed in order to talk to her. I told her, "I can't believe you're doing this again." "Get used to it," she replied, "I treat it as part of my job, and I like it." I said, "You may enjoy acting cheap and telling all these guys that they're the man, but I'm your husband." "Not much of a husband," Connie said snidely, "or much of a man. I brought you to these parties to protect me from getting in trouble, figuring I'd be safe bringing my spouse with me. But my spouse turned out to be a wimp, because here I am, for the second time in a row, standing next to you in the middle of the party without my top while a bunch guys grab my boobs." I was getting pretty angry now and said, "Look, honey, I don't like all this, but I want to let you 'have your fun,' as you say. If you like showing your tits and letting guys grab them, I can live with that, but these guys want more, and that I absolutely will not tolerate."
There was a second of silence as Connie looked me in the eyes. Then, she broke out laughing. "Yes you will," she said, "You'll 'tolerate' whatever I want to let these men do with me. And the reason you'll 'tolerate' it is because you don't have the balls to do anything to stop it. I know it, and you know it, because you're a wimp instead of a man." I listened dumbfounded, as she continued, "The Captain turned out to be the real man. Since you apparently haven't figured it out yet, let me explain: At the party last week, he had me on my knees sucking his big dick!" I was outraged that she'd say that and shouted, "I don't believe it!" "It's true," she said, "After he felt me up right in front of you, he took to the back room and told me to suck his cock like a whore, and I did." I stared at her for a moment and said, "You're just trying to piss me off. You may allow some tit grabs, but I can never imagine you doing that with another man." She looked at me with a sneer and said, "Yo king, pathetic wimp. You won't have to imagine it."
She marched right up to the circle and said, "Hey, Bill, where's that long, thick, brown Jumbo of yours? I'm ready for it." Bill took Connie's hand and said, "I think it's in back. I'll show you, my big-titted cop girl." "Make that your big-titted cop slut," Connie responded, and, leaning back into Bill's chest and looking at me, continued, "And let's do it right here because my husband needs to see it, up close, so he won't have to use his imagination." Bill then reached around her, as one of his black hands fondled her breast, and the other held the cigar in front of her mouth. He asked, "You sure, sweetie?" Connie, staring into my eyes, stuck her tongue out to lick the tip of the cigar and said, "I'm sure." I heard one of the women yell, "She's ready," and people started to gather around. Bill then put the cigar into her mouth and said, "Yeah, baby, smoke it good and deep just like you like it." She took a deep drag. Bill then said, "Get on your knees, cop slut, and suck my b dick." She said, "Yes, Lieutenant," turning around.
She got on her knees and undid his pants, revealing his long, limp cock. Then, leaving her hands down at her sides, she took his dick into her mouth. "Umm," she murmured, as she slid her lips back along his pole. As he got hard, she said, "This is so much longer, thicker, and browner than the other one." She gave him another few strokes and let his cock fall out of her mouth and rest on her lips and chin as she faced up. She moved her head around a little so that his dick glided over and around her smiling mouth. Then, she licked the underside of his shaft before continuing her sucking. She bobbed her head back and forth, with her lips sliding along the dark flesh of his shaft. Some guy in the crowd yelled, "Suck that black dick." After a few more bobs, she looked up and smiled at him. Bill looked down at her and said, "You like this, don't you, baby?" She responded by kissing the tip of his dick.
He said, "You're a good cop slut," then, gesturing to the crowd, asked, "Isn't she, folks?" They all cheered. He added, "But she's also a big-titted slut, and since the first day I saw her in the station, I've wanted to do one thing - I've wanted to fuck...those...tits. A chant grew out of the crowd, as more people came in from outside: Fuck - those - tits. Fuck - those - tits. He helped her up and said, "Come here, baby," as he took her to a long coffee table in the middle of the room. He laid her down along the length of it. With the crowd still chanting, she held her boobs up and together for him with her hands as she smiled. He straddled her and squeezed her tits hard. He said, "You tit tease. Since the day you started, you've been showing off and teasing us, strutting around in your tight tops, haven't ya?" "Yes," she admitted, "but I'm not teasing now." "That's right," replied Bill, "these babies are mine now." As he tweaked her nipples, she let her arms fall out to her sid esting her hands on the ground. Then, he brought his dick up to her mouth and said, "Get it wet, girl, suck it sloppy," which she did. Next, he pushed her tits together and forced his dick in between them. As the chant increased, he plowed his black dick harder through her tit flesh. She pulled her neck up and lick the tip of his cock every time it appeared. "And that pretty white face of yours," Bill continued, "You've been flirting, glancing, and smiling at us, haven't you, you little tease? Well, I'm gonna treat it like the slut face that it is. Get ready baby." Someone yelled, "Blast that slut face." Connie held her head up so that his dick aimed right at her face. After a few more hard pumps, he bucked and sprayed a huge load all over her face, forehead, and hair. When he finished, he said, "Our little office tease is now an official cop slut." She looked up at me and said, "Imagine that."
Connie then went to the restroom, and Bob and Frank remained standing with me. Frank said, "Connie's the only cop slut I know who brings her husband to these parties. I guess you must like to watch." "Not really," I said. "You just come to protect her, then, huh?" he asked sarcastically. "She's my wife," I answered, "but she has a mind of her own." "And a great pair of tits," added Bob. "I'm just glad I was right about her," Frank said, "She's been a good hire for us." Bob said, "We've had some that didn't pan out, even up at our level. It's tough to know when you hire an attractive woman whether she'll work out or not." "Usually, though," responded Frank, "if they were recommended by a girlfriend in the Department, then it's a good bet 'cause then they know going in." "Are all of your female employees cop sluts?" I asked in a challenging tone. "They either are or they end up transferring out pretty early," Frank said, "It's just the nature of the environment." "You're lucky no o sued you yet," I said, expressing my feelings.
Just then, Connie approached us. Bob said, "Here's our girl. All cleaned up and ready." Connie asked, "What are you guys talking about?" Frank answered, "Whether our work environment is female friendly?" Connie replied, "All the guys are pretty friendly to me. And to the other girls as well." "Of course," Frank said, "you girls are all pretty friendly to us too." "That's true," Connie said, "Captain, do you think I should stop wearing my tight tops. Bill said I'm a tit-tease, and my husband, for whatever it's worth, thinks my outfits are unprofessional." "I don't have any complaints," Frank responded, "and I haven't heard any either." Bob said, "I wish I could see these big tits at my reception desk every time I walk in." Frank then slapped me on the back and said, "What you think of this outfit of your wife?" "Yeah, honey," Connie said to me with a sarcastic smile, "tell them what you think?" She took a sip of her beer as she waited for my response. My thought was that she looke e a total slut, standing here in this party topless in her tight jeans. What I said was, "Like I already said, somebody's gonna sue the Department someday." Connie responded, "Not if everybody's happy with the arrangement, they won't, and it looks to me like your the only one not happy with it."
Connie then turned to Frank and said, "How do you like this outfit on me?" Frank reached over and grabbed her tit, saying, "I like it a lot. It gives me easy access to feel up your big tits. And your husband knows a good feel-up when he sees one, don't you, pal?" Frank had Connie tell Bob about what happened at the previous party. "Well," Bob said, "I know a good tit-fucking when I see one, and Bill did himself proud." "He sure did," said Connie, "He gave 'em a good hard fuckin'." Bob said, "From my experience, I believe that a busty girl needs a good titfucking every once in a while." "Every day," said, Connie, "according to my boss at the bar I used to work at. He'd do these boobs every day, to remind me that he was boss, he used to say. But I think he enjoyed himself a little in the process." I was shocked at this: I had met and even gotten to know her former boss pretty well while Connie and I were dating, I never figured there was anything between them, especially something eazy. "I'm sure he enjoyed himself," said Bob, "and I hope he took good care of you on the job." "Absolutely," she responded, "A girl's gotta do what she has to do to get ahead." "Sometimes that means giving head," said Bob, pointing over to a woman on her knees giving a cop a blowjob. We all looked over at them, and Frank said, "She sucks hard and sloppy, like you, Connie." "She must enjoy it, like me," responded Connie. "I think you'll go far in the Department," said Bob. "I must have already," responded Connie, "because here I am hanging out with my boss and his boss." A crowd was gathering around the couple, and Bob said, "Let's watch this bitch suck." We all turned to face them, and Bob stepped behind Connie. He reached around her and cupped her breasts with both hands. I saw a smile came to Connie's face, and she put her hands over his as her kneaded her big boobs. To avoid getting caught staring, I turned my head back to the blow job couple who were really going at it. A moment later, I heard Connie say, "Oh, Commander!" I saw her lean her head back into him as she reached to caress the back of his neck. He was grinding his pelvis into her rear end, which she stuck out toward him. Just then, the cop getting blown starting grunting and soon he came. "Good show," shouted one of the onlookers. I heard Bob whisper to Connie, "We can beat that show, can't we, baby?" "What did you have in mind?" she asked. He said aloud, "Just you, and your boss, and his boss hanging out - and fucking." "Love to, Commander," Connie answered. Then, Bob yelled out to the crowd, "Who wants to see the biggest titted clerk in the Department get fucked erly?" Everyone cheered, and Bob took Connie's hand and headed toward to the couch. "Honey, please, we're married," I protested. Connie laughed at me and mocked my tone, saying, "Honey, please, I'm horny."
Bob said, "Let's give everybody a look at this round ass of yours. Take your pants off." Connie slid out of her tight jeans, revealing her white bikini panties. Bob ran his hand gently over the curve of her behind and said, "This is a good, firm ass, and it needs a good, firm spank." He proceeded to swat her butt very hard with his open hand, making a loud slapping sound. Connie cried, "Owwh, that hurt. Did I do something wrong?" "You're a slut," Bob replied, "Now take off those panties, slut." She stepped out of her panties, and Bob said, "Look at this milky white ass." He paused then told her, "Admit you're a slut." Connie said, "I am a slut, especially for cop cock." Bob said, "Bend over, slut," which she did. He added, "You'd better brace your arms on the couch." She did so, looking back at him with a quizzical expression. He then reached his arm back behind him and whacked her hard in the ass with a full swing. "Ouch," she yelled, then said, "Do you do this to all your sluts nly the ones who like it," he answered. The hard whack left a red mark on Connie's ass in the shape of Bob's big hand. "She likes it, Commander," shouted Sheila who was watching, as was everyone else at the party by this point. "Huh?" said Bob, turning his head. Sheila said, "She told me she likes it rough."
Bob sat down on the couch and ordered, "Bring your tits over here, slut." Connie went and stood in front of him. He put his hands on the front of her breasts and began squeezing them hard, saying, "So, you and your big tits like it rough, eh? You like to get 'em mashed like this and like Frank did 'em last week?" "Love it," she answered. "And you like 'em fucked hard like Bill just did to 'em?" "Love that, too," she answered. "And since you like getting your ass swatted, you'll love this," Bob said, "Put your hands behind your back, slut." "Yes, Commander," she said submissively, as she extended her hands and arms behind her and arched her back. He placed the tips of his fingers under her breasts and lightly lifted them up a little a few times, making them bounce. He said, "I like big, natural boobs, and I really like these huge ones." Bob gave little slaps to the sides of her breasts, first one then the other. "You like that, tit slut?" She said nothing but just smiled at him. " you like that. You like getting your big tits slapped, but I bet you'd like it harder." He increased his pace and force a little bit, and we could all hear the sounds made by the contact. I stood and watched in shock as my wife stood there obediently before the Commander with all her clothes off and with a red brand on her ass getting her boobs slapped in front of all these people. I just could not believe that she was actually enjoying it. "Slap my big tits," she moaned as she leaned her head back. A guy behind me shouted, "Slap 'em good." Bob continued on for a moment, then he stood up. He slapped up a few times on the undersides of her breasts which made them fly up. He smiled at her as the crowd cheered. Then, he finished with a few crossing slaps to the insides of each breast. "How's that for rough, tit slut?," he asked, as he undid his pants. Without waiting for her answer, he said, "Get your knees and suck my cock."
She fell to her knees and took his dick in her mouth. He held her head onto his dick as he sat back down on the couch. "Suck it hard and sloppy, bitch," Bob ordered her. He then put his hands on the sides of her head and began pushing it up and down on his dick. He looked up to crowd with a big smile and said, "I love these cop sluts." His eyes caught mine, and he looked at me for a moment. Then, he looked down at Connie and said, "Especially the married ones." She looked up and him and said, "Fuck my mouth," as she continued sucking. "For a little while," he responded, "Then I'm gonna fuck your cunt." True to his word, a moment later he pulled Connie's head off of his dick, stood up, and lay down on the coffee table. "Straddle me, slut," he said, and Connie stepped over him with one leg, facing him. He said, "No, turn around," which she did, now straddling him the other way. He slapped her ass and said, "Squat on it." She positioned herself over his dick and then squatted down . Slapping her ass some more, Bob said, "Work it, bitch." With her hands on his thighs, she bobbed on his dick faster, taking all of it inside her. Then, Bob said, "Now let's put that mouth to work for your boss." Frank stepped up and straddled Bob right in front of Connie. Frank swung his hips so that his boner hit Connie in the face as she continued to bob up and down. Her eyes locked on Frank's as she took his dick in her mouth. "Look at that bitch go," said a guy behind me, "and look at those tits bounce." Bob said, "Why don't you come over here and hold 'em steady for her." The guy said, "Sure thing, boss," as he came out of the crowd, bumping into me in the process. "I'll lend a hand," said a black cop, also stepping up.
The two cops stood on either side of Connie, each grabbing one breast. She began to rub their crotches through their pants. The first cop said, "Yeah, we got the call for back-up, and we brought some more cock for you. Help yourself," as he and the black cop pulled out their puds. The black cop swatted her butt as he said, "Get down on the dick, bitch." Connie ground her pussy on Bob's cock, to which the black cop said, "That's right, now take all that cock," as he pushed her head forward. She devoured Frank's whole dick in one try. "Dirty slut," yelled Sheila from the crowd. Within seconds, Frank groaned, "I'm cumming, you fuckin' whore," and he released his load into her throat. Bob said, "I'll dump my load in your pussy, bitch." He put his hands on her waist and pushed her down hard onto his dick. Then, he grimaced as he exploded inside her. A moment later, he barked, "Get off me, slut." She stepped off of him and let herself fall back onto the couch, totally spent.
The black cop said, "You aren't done, bitch. You got at least a couple more to take of." Then, turning to the white cop, he said, "You go first." The guy walked up to Connie and said, "Suck it, slut. Get it good and wet." She sat up on the couch and sucked him for a few strokes. "Good enough. Now jack it in your face." Connie didn't respond immediately, and someone from the crowd shouted, "He said jack him, whore." She clutched her fist around his shaft and began pumping it hard. Still pumping, she leaned her head back to rest against the couch cushion. "You lazy slut, get your face up here - close range." She sat up and positioned her face right in front of his cock. "Faster!" he ordered her, and she complied. He was clearly getting close, and he said, "Look up at me while I cum on your face." She looked up at him, and he launched several streaks of cum all over her mouth and cheeks. When he was finished, she again fell back against the couch cushion, rubbing the cum into her sk ob said, "Just one more, Connie. Then you can rest."
As the black cop approached her, she opened her mouth to accept his thick cock. But he pulled back and said, "I not taking sloppy seconds - of any kind. Kneel on the floor here." She did so, and he turned her around so that she was facing the couch. "Now you can rest your head on the couch. I don't need it." Kneeling behind her, he spit in his hand and rubbed it around the tip of his dick. "I need your hands though," he continued, "Open your ass for me." Several guys in the crowd cheered. Connie put her hands on her buns and spread them apart for the officer. He inserted his cock into her butt and slowly worked in it in deeper. He then leaned his head down and spit, and with his fingers he rubbed his saliva around his dick where it entered her asshole. His cock was then able to slide all the way inside Connie. He put his hands on the sides of her hips and began ramming her hard. "Ream that slut," Sheila yelled. With each thrust, his abdomen would slam against Connie's rear, so ha at the top of her head was banging into the back cushion of the couch. Seeing this, he said, nicely, "Watch your head, sweetie," as he jackhammered her butthole even harder. A cheer of "Fuck - that - ass" broke out from the crowd. "Please cum," she moaned, "Please cum in my ass." "Keep asking me, doll," he responded, "and soon I will." Connie, with her arms braced against the couch cushion, cried, "Fuck my ass. Give me all that black cock." He continued slamming her, as she yelled, "Plug me, ream me, bone me up the butt." "The whore likes it," called out some guy. "I love it!" she cried, looking back at him, "Give me your cum. Blast it up my ass." Suddenly, the rhythm of his thrusts stopped, and his body jerked. He shouted, "You dirty whore," as he shot in her ass, falling forward on top of her. They both lay there limp for a moment. Then the guy stood up, and Connie flopped onto the couch.
Bob walked over to her, rubbed the top of her head, and said, "You're a good slut." She said, "And I'm not a lazy slut. I'm a hard worker, and I can do more of your men after a little break." Bob responded, "Leave some for the other sluts. Let me get you a beer." I walked up to Connie just as Sheila did. Sheila gave her a high-five and said, "You are, without question, the sleaziest, raunchiest, hosebag in cop slut history." Connie laughed and said, "Sorry to dethrone you." For the next few minutes, Sheila explained her dirtiest experience with the cops as we stood listening. A few officers walked by and said, "Nice work," or "Good slut," as they grabbed Connie's tits or ass. One cop patted me on the back and said snidely, "Nice wife."
Then, Bob walked up to us. He was holding Connie's zipper top and a pitcher of beer. He poured us each a glass. He raised his glass and called out to the crowd, "I have an announcement to make. As of right now, Connie is promoted to Level I Assistant in the Area Office." Some people cheered, some people laughed, and one woman yelled, "Who'd a thunk it." A cop walked up, grabbed Connie's tit, and said, "You're well qualified for the position, and you'll earn every penny of your raise." "Speaking of which," Bob said, holding up her zipper top, "I'll keep this as a souvenir, but I want you to try it on for me on Monday." He smiled at me and continued, "Now that your working for me, Connie, I need to approve your professional wardrobe. Report to the Area Office Monday at 9." "Yes, sir, Commander," she said, as he walked away. Then, she said, "And by 9:05, he'll have me in his office in that top." "And by 9:06," Sheila added, "he'll have you out of it." As they both laughed, Connie g d over at me and said, "Imagine that."
After that, with the permission of Bob and Frank, Connie left the party, and we went home. I was sick with dread the rest of the weekend and all day Monday. When I arrived home Monday evening, Connie was already there. I asked, "How was your day?" "Fine," she said aloofly. I followed up with, "How did the Commander treat you?" She smiled and said, "The way I like it. But that's all I'm telling you. If you think I'm gonna give you a daily play-by-play, or should I say blow-by-blow, description, you're sadly mistaken." "C'mon, honey," I pleaded, "you're obviously enjoying it, so it's the least you could do to share the experience with me." "Like hell I will!," she barked, "I won't even give you that pleasure. If you want to get off thinking about those strong cops taking your wife as their slut, you're just gonna have to use your imagination. I'm not telling you shit." She looked at me with a satisfied look. Then, in a nicer tone, said, "But I will tell you this: I met the Chief to He came by the Area Office because he was showing off the Department to some out-of-town politicos. I think he liked me." She walked off to the kitchen.
A few minutes later, the phone rang, and Connie answered it. I heard her say, "Yes. . . .Yes. . . . I'll be ready," and she hung up. She said excitedly, "The Chief's coming over. They just called from the car radio. He'll be here any minute, so clean this place up while I change." I was a little dumbfounded by the whole situation but did not want to let Connie make a bad impression, so I cleaned up.
Soon, there was a knock at the door, and I answered it. Standing at the door was a large black man whom I recognized as our Chief of Police. He was holding a briefcase and said in a deep voice, "I'm here to see Connie." I let him in, introduced myself as Connie's husband, and extended my hand. Ignoring it, he looked over my shoulder, smiled, and said, "There she is." I turned around and saw Connie in a skimpy yellow bikini. The bottoms were french cut, and the top pushed her tits up, making them stick straight out. "So," she said smiling, "I hear that there's an opening for Chief's Executive Assistant." "And I see that you're dressed for your interview," he said. "Yes," she said, "did you see my r'sum?," as she pulled the material of her bikini top to the sides. "So far, so good," he said, "but we need to hurry. I got the car waiting to take me to the Council meeting."
He dropped his pants, unleashing a huge boner, and sat on the couch. "I think you know the drill," he said. "Yeah," she answered, "you're gonna drill all my holes with this big cock." She knelt before him and put his cock in her mouth. In a professional tone, he asked, "Why do you want to work my office?" "So I can suck this schlong every day," she answered, as she gobbled down on his long black cock. "Good, slut," he said, pushing down on her head, "take it all." She did, then sucked up and down its full length a few times. He looked at his watch, then said, "Slut, lick my balls." Without hesitation, she did so, looking up at him. "How are you at dealing with people?" he asked. She answered, "I get along with all people - and with all cocks." "Very good," he said, pushing her head away.
He then walked to the end of the couch, which was right next to where I was sitting in the rocking chair. He stood facing the wall and pointing in front of him, saying, "C'mon here and bend over." Connie did so, sticking her butt out toward him and putting her hands on her knees. The Chief pulled the crotch of her bikini bottoms to the side, exposing her pussy. He fingered it for a moment and then shoved his dick up it as he asked, "What is your understanding of your duties as my Executive Assistant?" She answered, "To do as I'm told." "Right," he said, "grab your ankles." She did, and he picked her up by the waist and pushed her up against the wall. He set her down again on her feet and pounded the hell out of her, slamming her hard against the wall. "Connie," he said, "give me the 5 words that you think describe you best." She cried, "Big-titted, black-cock-loving, cop slut." He smiled and said, "That's more than 5, but I like your answer." "I hear your white asshole also love ck cock?" he said as he pulled out of her. "Sure does, Chief," she answered, standing up. I noticed a depression in the wall where Connie's back had been pounded into it. "Get on that rocking chair," the Chief said, pointing in my direction. Connie said, "Get up, honey, we need your chair." As I got up, he told me, "Stay close."
He told Connie to sit down, which she did. He then lifted her feet up and to her side, saying, "Slide down," as he spun her around, leaving her upside down. She rested her shoulder blades on the bottom of the chair, with her back against its back and her butt in the air. He ordered, "Pull your knees down by your ears," as he helped her to do so. He stepped up to her and asked, "Why should I hire you over someone else?" With her head leaning back over the edge of the chair and her big tits flopping down on her chin, she looked up at him and said, "Because I'm more of a slut." "You sure are," he said, as he pulled her bikini bottoms down to the middle of her thighs. He stuck the tip of his dick in her asshole and then said to me, "Start rocking it." I pushed the chair forward which pushed Connie's asshole down on his dick. The Chief bent at the knees to get a better angle as I rocked the chair back and forth. "Faster," he said, "help me fuck this ass good." I increased my pace, and ie's tits slapped down on her face with each thrust. This continued for a few minutes, and Connie began to rub his firm ass muscles which were above her head.
Then, he pulled out and held his dick over Connie's upturned face. He stroked it and said, "Connie, tell me something interesting about yourself." She said, "I like to take black men's loads on my face." "Show me how you like it, you dirty slut," he said, as he jacked himself faster. She looked up at his cock demurely and tickled his sack with her hand, saying, "Do these big black balls have a lot of cum stored up for me?" "Yeah, baby," he said, "and it's all for you and your whore face," as he slapped his dick down a few times on her cheeks. She rubbed the insides of his thighs gently and begged, "Shoot it on my face," as she licked her lips in anticipation. He grunted "Ohhhh," and let fly countless globs of jism on her lips, chin, and cheeks. Sticking her tongue way out, she licked all around her lips, lapping up all the cum her tongue could reach. Then, he lowered his dick to her mouth and told her, "Suck me clean, slut. Get it all out of there." She licked the cum off the tip is dick and then engulfed its head firmly with her mouth, sucking so hard that her cheeks hollowed. Fisting him, she gave him one last pull by sliding her hand along the length of his shaft, drinking the last drops of his seed. Finally, with the tip of his cock, she rubbed his splattered cum all around her face.
Finished, he stepped over to the couch, saying, "You've interviewed well, but I have just one concern. Your 2 bosses told me you're a brown nose." "Well," she said, "I always like to keep my boss happy." The Chief sat up on the arm of the couch with his butt over the edge of it and said, "Good, then get that nose brown eating my black ass." She knelt at the end of the couch under his ass. Then, she leaned her head forward and licked his crack. "Lick it out good," he said, as he reached his hand back behind him. Connie kept licking, and he pushed her head in towards him, saying, "Get my hole." She separated his asscheeks with both hands and stuck her mouth deep between them. He said, "Yeah, that's right, slut." "One last question," he said, "Where do you want to be 5 years from now?" "On my knees, licking your asshole," she responded. He then reached for his briefcase, opened it, and took out what looked like a tee-shirt. He said, "Now, give it a kiss goodbye til tomorrow." She k his asshole and then each buttock.
After that, he jumped up, pulled up his pants, and said, "You're hired," as he threw Connie the tee-shirt. "Yeay!," Connie cheered, adding, "Honey, now I make more than you do." The Chief then left, telling Connie he'd see her tomorrow morning at Headquarters. Connie said, "That was the roughest interview I've ever had. He really knows how to treat a woman." "I thought it was revolting," I said. She walked over to the mirror and put on the tee- shirt. Looking at her reflection, she said, "It fits me perfectly." Continuing my thought, I said, "I can't believe you let those cops treat you like that. I thought you were supposed to be my wife." "No, honey," she responded, turning toward me, "this is what I am." In black letters stretched by her big bust, I read the writing on the tee-shirt: "Property of APD." "That's what I am, honey, Department property. And those cops are gonna treat me like it every day. Imagine that."
