My pussy was dripping juice all over his stomach and belly button while he was sucking my breasts. I climbed off him for a second and turned around so I could sit on his face and suck on his dick at the same time.
We both sucked on each other, and it was the best oral sex experience I’d ever been lucky enough to be a part of. I noticed that things had gotten quiet in Kyle’s apartment and figured they had fucked each other into a deep sleep.
After cumming in his mouth and sucking Dwayne until he came in mine, I slid down off his face, dragging my cum-drenched pussy across his chest and stomach before I sat on his dick.
His dick was so big, I could feel it throbbing inside my stomach and saw my belly button move in and out as his dick beat inside like a heart pumping blood. I grabbed a hold of his knees and started riding his dick like it was a wild bull.
He ground his hips on the bed and moved them up and down to meet the thrusts of my pussy. We were both moaning, but my moans could have put the woman in Kyle’s apartment to shame. Dwayne came inside me seconds after I came all over his dick, my cum seeping down my inner thighs onto the bed sheets, now covered with sweat from our bodies.
I laid my back onto his chest, letting his now soft dick rest inside me. We were lying there, trying to regain our normal breathing patterns, when we heard the doorbell at Kyle’s apartment ring. Dwayne whispered in my ear, “Probably some addict trying to cop some blow.”
Normally, I would have agreed, but I had an uneasy feeling about that scenario for some reason. Maybe it was the fact we never heard Kyle ask who it was before he answered the door. All drug dealers ask who it is first because they never know if someone might be trying to take them out. Unless of course, he was expecting someone at 3 A.M. He obviously wasn’t expecting a woman, since there was already one in his bed. My mind began to wonder about who else would be coming over so late.
Dwayne and I both hollered out, “Oh shit!” at the same time, when we heard Kyle say, “Aaron, ’sup, Bro? I was so worried about you until Julio saw me on the street today and told me you’d be coming by tonight!”
We were in a panic as we heard them exchange the usual hugs and such brothers do and listened to Kyle offer his older brother a beer. I jumped up and started crawling around on the floor naked, looking for the keys to the cuffs. Dwayne was helpless and squirming on the bed.
I screamed when my fingers found the keys and then accidentally pushed them through a heat grate in the floor. I jumped up and informed Dwayne the keys were gone. His response was, “What the fuck are we going to do now?”
I was already moving, throwing on the first pieces of clothing I could find. There was no time to be buttoning up sweaters and shit, so I threw on Dwayne’s T-shirt that made me look like a three-year-old girl wearing her daddy’s shirt as a nightgown. I threw my skirt back on and slid into my boots, grabbed my badge, police radio, and gun, and ran out the door, coochie free, with pussy juice and Dwayne’s cum sticking to my thighs as I ran down the three flights of stairs to the lobby.
As I ran out the front door of the hotel, headed across the street, I called in for backup on the radio, letting them know the suspect was in his brother’s apartment. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking of, bursting in there like that with no backup in sight and no handcuffs at all. But I did it anyway.
There was no way I could kick down the door of Kyle’s apartment, so I shot the lock out instead. Kyle came rushing up to me. I told him, “Back the fuck up, get your hands over your head, and sit on the couch!” He complied because something must have told him I meant business. I never said I was the police, but my badge was hanging around my neck on a long dog-tag chain.
The girl came running out the bedroom, screaming and hysterical. I got the feeling she was high as shit, because her dramatics were pathetic. I told her to put her hands up, sit on the couch next to her boyfriend, and shut the fuck up.
I didn’t see Aaron within my area of vision, so I started to search the apartment for him with my hand on the trigger of my gun in case he tried to startle me. I knew he was going to try to take me out. He had no choice. I could hear the sirens of my backup approaching on the street below and the sobs of the pathetic bitch on the couch as I walked through the kitchen, into the dining area, and back out to the living room.
I reaffirmed my position to Kyle and his hoochie, telling them neither one better move or I would pop a cap in their ass. As I made my way into the master bedroom, I knelt down and looked under the bed, swung open the doors to the walk-in closet, and poked through the clothing, bending down to make sure there was no one standing behind them on either side.
Experience told me that only left two hiding places, the bathtub and the balcony. I decided to check the bathroom first. Considering how cold it was outside, it was the most logical choice. Any good cop must learn to think like the criminals she is trying to catch, or her arrest record will be downright horrible.
Once I saw the bathroom door was tightly shut, I knew his skank ass was in there. Most people never shut their bathroom door unless it’s occupied. I stood to the side of the door, reached over, and turned the knob slowly. The knob was only halfway rotated when a shotgun blast took out half the wood paneling.
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I heard the other police officers enter the apartment, yelling for Kyle and his woman to stay where they were while they analyzed the situation and got a chance to cuff them.
It was then or never, so I jumped out in front of the door and started shooting before his ass could stick another shell in the shotgun. The first one caught him in the shoulder, throwing him backward, but he didn’t drop it, so I shot again. The second one hit him in the leg, exactly where I wanted, but he was such a big dude, and probably stronger than ever because of all the drugs in his system.
He managed to reload the gun, blood gushing out of the holes I put in him and all. He left me no choice. The third shot caught him dead center in his forehead. The impact was so strong it pushed him backward again, but this time he fell out of the bathroom window and landed on the street, three flights below.
I had never killed a man before, but honestly, I didn’t feel bad about it. Aaron Redmond’s wrath of terror on innocent female victims was over, and the world would be a safer place without him.
When I got back down to the street, there were police cars with lights flashing and spectators everywhere. The coroner’s wagon had arrived, ready to scrape Aaron up off the concrete once the forensic team was done taking photos.
I saw the captain’s car approaching, and that’s when panic set in all over again. I had to get Dwayne uncuffed from the bed and down on the street before the captain could catch up to me and start asking questions. I ran up to a rookie and told him to give me his cuff keys. He complied without saying a word. I dashed up to the hotel room, got Dwayne uncuffed, gave him his shirt back, and threw on my sweater. We both dashed back down to the street just as we heard the captain’s commanding voice, demanding to know where we were.
I took the liberty to explain the whole thing to him. Dwayne didn’t utter a word and was clueless about how I planned to get us out of our predicament. I detailed how Dwayne had left the stakeout to go find an all-night drugstore because I was nursing a migraine and needed some aspirin. Upon his return, all hell had broken loose, and it was all over. The captain was suspicious and asked to see the aspirin. Luckily, I saw that coming too and reached into the pocket of my jean skirt, withdrawing a small unopened bottle of aspirin I bought on my way to the stakeout that evening. I was, indeed, nursing a migraine—at least, I had been before the hellified sex. That cleared it right up.
We got out of trouble by the skin of our teeth, and bottom line, the captain was just glad we got the bastard. The department gave us both medals. Dwayne and I are the star team of homicide detectives in the department, adding collar on top of collar onto our polished record.
Our love affair is still a secret, and for now, that suits us both just fine. Since we’re permanent partners, we don’t need to make up any excuses to see each other, and no one has figured us out. The mixture of police work and sex is a huge aphrodisiac. Life couldn’t be better! I found both my career and my life partner in the same man. Who could possibly ask for more?
Masquerade
“Noelle, don’t take it the wrong way, baby!”