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I helped her wriggle out of her flowery
little skirt, loving the silky smooth feel of her thighs and the skin around
the lacy edges of her knickers. I slipped a finger under and felt her moist,
smooth pussy, hearing her breathing get heavier, then pulled them off, running
my hands down from her narrow waist across her hourglass hips. I spread her
legs slightly and bent my head down, teasing the pink lips with my tongue as
she pushed her thighs towards me, taking my head in her hands and stroking it.
My tongue found her little clit and I lapped at it, enjoying the prickly
feeling of the narrow little landing strip of hair above it, working a finger
in and upwards at the same time and she gasped with pleasure.

 

'You're so good....' she whispered.

 

After a while she pushed my head away and
smiled. 'My turn now,' she said, grinning.

 

She knelt in front of me and undid my belt,
letting my trousers fall to the floor and then pulling my shorts down firmly.
My cock was huge by now and she giggled as it sprang back up and she inspected
it, squeezing it in her delicate fist and working it back and forth, smearing
the first bit of
precum
over the head until it was
shiny and glistening.

 

'
Mmmm
, I told you I
like it stiff...' she said, as she looked up at me and smiled. Then she teased
and licked the head with her little pink tongue, all the time looking up at me
with those big baby-blue eyes of hers. Then my cock was in her mouth, and she
was moving her head back and forth to give it more force, her mouth a warm, wet,
sucking heaven on the end of my cock.

 

I couldn't take much more of it. I pulled
away and helped her up, then scooped her up into my arms. She was light as a
feather and I was desperate to get her on my cock: apart from those giant tits
there was hardly anything to her and I was longing to just bounce her up and
down on me. I started to carry her over to the sofa in the reception area but
she shook her head and jumped down from my arms.

 

'Not there,' she said, with a wicked grin.
'I've got a better idea.'

 

She took my hand and I grinned too as she led
me through the glass doors into Derek's office. I liked her style. It was only
polite,
after all, since it was thanks to him we'd got
together. She leant forward over his desk and spread her legs open, giving me a
sight of that beautiful, tight, curved arse with a slick pink crescent below
the cheeks. I positioned myself behind her and took my cock in my hand, rubbing
it slowly up and down her pussy lips making it slippery and wet.

 

'Do it now...' she gasped, and then grunted
as I pushed my whole cock in. She was incredibly tight. 'Ah, that's perfect,'
she gasped, as she turned her head to look at me. I started moving, gently at
first, and felt her muscles tighten around my shaft rhythmically. I got my
hands under her hips and lifted her legs up effortlessly, working her whole
body back and forth over my cock. Holding one hand on the desk to steady
herself she started to rub her clit, working her fingers rapidly around it, and
I could see her massive tits swinging wildly all over the place.

 

'Ah, that's it, right there, right there, oh,
fuck...' she cried, as I worked up to a faster pace, my thighs starting to slap
against her arse as I worked her body up and down onto me. Her muscles were
pulsing round my cock now, gripping and relaxing and I couldn't hang on for
much longer, then suddenly she came, her whole body going rigid and her back
arching and shuddering towards me. She breathed heavily and put her head down
on the desk for a moment as I pulled out, then lifted her up and turned her
around. She collapsed into Derek's chair and smiled as I stood over her.

 

'I'm going to come on those beautiful tits,'
I said, breathing hard.

 

She smiled and tossed her hair back,
thrusting her chest forward to display them to perfection, then cupped them in
her hands, squeezing them and tweaking the nipples.

 

'Go for it...' she whispered, her eyes big
and blue and heavy lidded, smouldering with desire.

 

I squeezed my cock, still slick with her
juices, between those two heavy, perfect globes and began thrusting, watching
her look down with a sly smile at the head of my cock appearing and
disappearing between the two mounds.

 

'Come on, come on, give it to me...' she
urged, squeezing her massive melons harder onto my shaft and rubbing the stiff
nipples across the ridges of my hard ball sack. There was no holding back
anymore and I grabbed my cock, pumping the shaft until a thick jet of cum shot
across both her tits, then a shower of smaller spurts, until the two mountains
were completely coated. I stepped back, gasping for breath, as she smiled and
worked
the cum
into her nipples, then she gave a
little giggle and lifted each breast up to lick the cum off it, smacking her
lips and grinning at me the whole time.

 

As I was locking up and getting ready to drop
Mandy off home, she had
another stiff
vodka, and
started laughing.

 

'What's so funny?' I asked.

 

'Nothing...it's just, I can't help thinking
what would old Derek say if he knew you'd
spaffed
all
over my tits on his very own office chair?'

 

I laughed back.
'Dirty old
sod.
He'd probably just put the image straight into his
wank
bank.'

 

Mandy looked confused.
'His
what?'

 

'
Wank
bank. You know,
all the little fantasies men keep stocked up for when they're having a
wank
.'

 

She still looked puzzled but was giggling
now. 'Do they really? I never knew that.' She looked at me shyly. 'So was I in
your
...
wank
bank...then?'

 

See, that was just what I meant. She had this
funny innocent streak in her that I couldn't help finding appealing. The thing
was
though,
I'd been so busy thinking about dressing
like a copper and trying to pick up women that I hadn't even thought about her
like that until now.

 

'You are now
love
.'
I kissed her and drove her home.

 

5.

 

I kept in touch with Mandy after that but
nothing else happened. She was on
Facebook
and all
that, but we just never seemed to get it together. I asked her out a couple of
times but she seemed to go
flakey
on me, cancelling
dates and saying her mum was ill or something, so I just gave up. Derek had his
suspicions about what had gone on that night though, but
fuck
him, there was nothing he could do about it. He called me into his office the
next day and was looking red faced with anger. You want to watch that, I
thought. Blokes like him drop dead from heart attacks from being like that all
the time. He looked at me suspiciously.

 

'Some of my papers have been moved on my desk.
Do you know anything about it?'

 

I faked sounding apologetic. 'Oh yeah, sorry,
that was me.'

 

Derek looked even redder. 'What are you going
into my office for?'

 

I thought quickly and cursed myself for not
tidying up after. I spotted something on his desk and realised how to get out
of it.

 

'I was looking for the E125 sales receipts.
They weren't in the drawer so I thought you might be using them. I had a quick
look on your desk but I couldn't find them. You've probably put them somewhere
safer,
I know you're careful with those things.'

 

The flattery impressed him and he fell for
it.

 

'Oh, right. Well, yes, they're always kept in
the safe.'

 

I had to stifle a laugh as I realised I'd
caught the lying
sod
out. The receipts were peeking
out from a file on his desk and he saw it as well, and covered it with his
hand.

 

'Anyway, that's all Carl.
So
all the backlog's clear then.
You must have been hard at it.'

 

'Oh we were hard at it, Derek,' I said,
smiling, and an image of Mandy's tits bouncing up and down flashed in front of
my eyes. Derek looked a bit suspicious but waved me out. Bastard didn't even
bother to say thank you.

 

I was getting the urge to go out on the road
again. It had been a couple of weeks since I'd done it and the need for the adrenaline
rush was getting stronger. The edge had been taken off it a bit by doing Mandy
but I knew I was going to have to give in to the impulse again. Come Thursday
night I staked out my other route, in a
poncey
wine
bar type place on an office and retail park on the edge of town. There were
quite few marks in there; all fit women but the problem was that none of them
seemed to be drinking. I had to have the psychological advantage of them
thinking they might be done for drunk driving, and if they weren't actually
drinking, well then that wasn't going to work. In the end I settled for the
best I could find.

 

She was a stuck up looking bird, a bit
skinnier than I usually like and a bit older, knocking back the white wine like
it was going out of fashion. I thought she'd have to be getting a lift or a
taxi after all that, but finally she and the fat
mumsy
looking woman with her got up and went their separate ways in the car park. As
usual I'd parked in a dark corner and put the false plates on, then followed
her at a discrete distance as she pulled out onto the main road. This was a
good one as it was only a B road and had lots of good stopping places on it.
Sure enough after only half a mile or so there was only black in my rear view
mirror and nothing coming up ahead, so I flashed the blue light and gave her a
blast on the siren. Almost immediately she pulled over and I felt the familiar
pounding in my chest as I got ready to go 'on stage.'

 

I did my usual routine, taking it calmly,
looking at her plates and pretending to radio something in. I hooked my fingers
into my stab vest and strolled to the car, but before I'd even motioned her to
wind
the window down she'd started to open it, drumming her
fingers on the steering wheel.

 

'Why have you pulled me over?' she demanded
angrily. She had one of those throaty, posh voices, either from too many fags
or too much shouting in nightclubs, or both. She was much older than I'd
thought from seeing her in the wine bar
-
definitely in her forties and not looking too
good
on
it either. I was wondering if I ought to get my eyes tested. I disliked her
immediately and started to think I would pull out of this one, but not before
I'd taken her down a peg or two for her attitude.

 

'Been drinking have we?' I said, trying to take
charge of the situation.

 

She scowled. 'Yes. I've been drinking wine
all night actually.
Alcohol free wine.
Is that a crime
now?'

 

Christ, I realised she was stone cold sober.
There wasn't a whiff of booze coming from her. No wonder she'd been able to
knock back all that and still get up.

 

Then she piped up again. 'I want to know your
reason for pulling me over. There is absolutely no reason for this, I've done
nothing wrong and quite frankly I don't think an unmarked police car should be
used in this manner.'

 

'Now look...' I was starting to get riled. I
decided I was going to cut my losses and get out there.

 

'Now, tell me the reason you've stopped me or
I'm going to complain about this. Harassment of ordinary citizens going about
their lawful business is just the sort of thing that is becoming too common in
this country.'

 

Christ, would this stupid cow never shut up?
She had that kind of hectoring voice that some women politicians have, moaning
on about human rights and whatnot. Then with horror I realised that up in the
distance, out of the blackness of the road ahead, I could see a flashing blue
light. The woman was still
chuntering
on.

 

'I see this kind of thing in my law practice all
the time. It's usually ethnic minorities you people pick on. Aren't there
enough of them around here for you to persecute?'

 

I snapped and shouted at her, in my panic to
get away before I was seen.

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