Saved by Sweet Alien Box Set (49 page)

by Mia Perry
Copyright 2015 All Rights Reserved

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Table of Contents

Chapter
One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight

I like guys in uniform, such as cops, firefighters, and army
men.  Well, it’s not the uniform, but what’s
underneath
the uniform that
interests me—big muscles, unbearable crushes, and, of course, unbelievable
pumps.  I’m not a big girl, but I’m sure I can handle all the power and forces
with absolutely no problem—until one night
four
of them confront
me at the same time…

My small restaurant is at a downtown intersection of
Sheridan, Wyoming.  It’s a gorgeous town to live and enjoy life.  Called the
‘King of Cowboy Towns’, this lovely town has a prime location halfway between
Yellowstone National Park and Mount Rushmore.  The city is in the shadows of
the Bighorn Mountains and offers a real western feel.   

On the Sheridan’s Historic Main Street District, there are
dozens of unique stores and restaurants.     

Well, my small restaurant, Mama's Cook, doesn’t have any
historical value, but it promises to let you ‘eat your mama’s food’.  Next time
you come in town, please do remember to drop in.  I can give you a fifteen
percent discount plus a seasoned salad absolutely free.  Deal?

It’s funny, people always ask, “Where is Mama?”  There is no
Mama, ha-ha!  I’m the ‘Mama’.   When those hungry eyes are tracking my every
move from table to table, when those dirty dude are trying so hard to remove
their gaze from my C+ cups, when they ‘accidentally’ touch my firm butt for a
silly ‘reason’ or no reason at all, they don’t realize Mama is right in front
of them.

Of course, I have people doing waitressing, cooking, and all
the restaurant stuff.  You know there are always zillions of things that are urgent
in a restaurant.  But, hey, let’s face it, I’m always the girl being tipped the
most.  I can see jealousy in at least two girls’ eyes. 
Silly, being jealous
of your boss?
 
Come on, I pay you guys so well, what else do you want
from me?  Sharing my flirts with you?  No way.

Oh, yeah, flirts. You know that’s part of the customer
satisfaction, isn’t it?  I have to give people a reason to come and eat, not
only once, but many times.  Why do they want to come?  Mama’s food can get
boring, too, right?  So…, being nice to those guys is so important.  I mean,
super
nice.

I don’t mind a chat turning horny one way or the other. 
Come on, I
enjoy
it, too.  You think girls don’t like flirting?  You
think they have a stone-heart when working? 
No way
. 

One thing that impresses me all the time is those people in
uniforms.  We have cops come in for lunch and dinner.  We also have many
firefighters come in for food and coffee.  We’re very close to a fire station,
which brings in a lot of business.   

Those people act like they are on a critical mission to
protect this great country and fight terrorists at every moment but their body
language gives them away.  Seriously, who peeks into my blouse for a ‘security
check’ the most?  Those cops, of course.  Who touches my butt and thighs ‘by
accident’ the most?  Those firefighters, of course.   

They know I enjoy those dirty eyes and fingers. They don’t
even bother pretending.  I bet if I hand over my surveillance videos to the
authorities, at least a half of them would be disciplined right away.  

Only two police officers are absolutely clean, but they happen
to be girls.

I’m doing the bookkeeping stuff.  It’s almost one o’clock in
the morning.  My restaurant has closed.  Suddenly, I hear a light knock on the
window.  It’s Sergeant Kenneth Wayne, nicknamed ‘The Bulldozer’ for his huge
frame.  I rush over to open the door.  “Hey, Kenneth, come on in.”  I let him
in and then close the door.

Kenneth smiles apologetically.  “Sorry, Linda, I’m getting
hungry and thirsty now.  Just wondering…”

“Oh, no problem, any time.” I smile.  “Where else can you
get food and drink at this hour?  Let me make a fresh pot of coffee for you.”

Kenneth takes a quick sip and then bites down on his
muffin.  “Is it good?” I smile.  “Ah, yeah, great.  Thanks so much, Linda,”
Kenneth grins.

“So.., you’re on duty ‘til the morning?” I ask.

“Oh, no, I’m done.  I was a bit delayed by a car accident.”

“That’s great.”  I smile, looking at him.  This Kenneth is
huge
. 
I mean, 6 ft 4 or 5”, with big muscles all over.  I bet he could pin down any
suspect in seconds.   I move my chair closer to him, “So…,” I believe my smile
a bit too lusty.  “Is the muffin good?” I touch his left hand. 

His right hand stops on its way of sending the muffin to his
mouth.  He looks at me for a few moments, mouth open wide.  “Ah, yeah, good.”  He
smiles.  His left hand reaches out for mine naturally. “Thank you, Linda, for
the great service.”

Silly.  Service?  What service?
  Then I realize right
away because I see a smirk appears at the corners of his mouth, although they
disappear lightning fast.

“We do whatever to support you guys,” I grin, letting his
hand grabbing mine tight.  “You protect the community, and we serve it.” 

“Our community definitely needs more good citizens just like
you.”  Now it’s one hundred percent Sergeant talking.  I try so hard to lock my
laughter in my chest.   
Good citizens like me?  Why do you think I’m such a
good citizen?  Because I let you stare at my boobs now?  Or because I let you
massage my hand and arm without screaming and slapping you hard?  Oh, my, some
police officers, they do know how to ‘protect’ their people.

I stand up and free my hand. “Sergeant Wayne,” I stare at
him.

The muffin drops to the table.  He stands up. “What?”  His
voice has absolutely no confidence at all.

“Can you please do me a favor?” I ask with a smile.  Before
he can say anything, I add quickly, “I believe I have some security concerns. 
Can you please check it out for me?”

Sergeant Wayne’s shoulders drop. He closes his eyes and lets
out a long breath.  “Goddammit, Linda, you scared the shit out of me.”

“Well, you want to be professional, right, Sergeant?” I grin. 
“Follow me.”  I walk toward the storage room.

The sergeant is so worried about my security concerns he
begins to check my body right away.  I feel his well-trained hands all over my
boobs, tummy, and butt.  His thick lips are taking the security measures on my
neck, too.  The moment we reach the storage room, my upper body is fully
exposed for a thorough security check.  “Sergeant,” I gasp.  “Good job.”

The sergeant wastes no time talking.  He strips himself
quickly, tossing his uniform, shirt, tie, pants, boxers, socks, and shoes
everywhere.  But he did spend at least two or three seconds to ensure his gun
is well placed on a small stool nearby.  What a responsible officer.

He raises his eyes and is shocked to discover I have stripped
my lower body at the same time.  “What the…” he mumbles. 

Hey, Sergeant, what’s wrong with you?  Didn’t you know I could
take off my pants all by myself?  We need to save time, okay?

I spread my arms and fly forward.  He catches me just in
time.  His huge arms hold my body tight.  His chest muscles push on my breasts
so hard, I can barely breathe.  “Kenneth,” I hold his neck tight.

Kenneth moves his left hand down to hold my butt.  He moves
his crotch violently to give my privates a rough massage.  His huge cock rolls
on my body like a baseball bat.  I’m turned on right away. “Kenneth, fuck me.”
I gasp.

Kenneth pulls a few table cloths off the shelf and tosses
them on the floor.  He then pushes me all the way down.  The table cloths do
give my body some protection, but his crash is so huge, I feel like my boobs
are going to explode at any moment.  “Kenneth,” I murmur.

Kenneth kisses very hard on my neck.  He sucks so hard, I
worry my people are going to see all those red marks for the next week or two. 
“Kenneth,” I want to ask him to give me less hush but my voice turns into
growling.  He becomes more excited and keeps kissing and sucking.  Meanwhile,
his hairy, bumpy muscles are giving my boobs a thorough massage, too.  I’m
turned on completely and moan loud. I push my hips high and yell, “Kenneth,
your cock.  Fuck me hard. Now!”

I spread my legs wide, waiting for his attack.  Kenneth
pushes hard but his thick cock bumps off my clit and slides all the way down.  I
feel his cock is fucking into my ass.  “Ouch, Kenneth, what are you doing?” I
scream.

“Sorry, Linda,” Kenneth gasps.  He pulls back and pushes
slowly again.  This time, his throbbing cock hits my pussy right on.  It bends
about an inch and fucks accurately into the hole.  It goes in slowly but extremely
forcefully.  I feel like it’s fucking in forever.  I close my eyes tight to
enjoy the excitement. 

After God knows how long, the head reaches the bottom of my
pussy, teasing every cell inside with every throb.  Then the cock moves slow
and steadily out.  Man, that gives me a very special sensation, like someone is
fucking me one last time and pulling away his cock forever.  I hold my thighs
tight to feel the roughness of the cock.  I feel the bumpy blood vessels and
then the magic head.  My pussy tissues hold the head tight, feeling the teasing
and retreating along the way.

Kenneth pushes again, this time a bit up, close to my clit. 
By the time his cock reaches the very depths of my pussy, he moves his crotch
up and down to give my clit a good massage.  I hold his hips tight, “Kenneth,
you’re so fucking dirty. Oh, oh, oh…, Kenneth, ah, oh…”

Kenneth keeps pumping hard.  His body is crushing on me at
least twice as hard as all my exes and one night stands.  His cock is so thick
and rough, a huge orgasm attacks me when the existing one is still driving me
crazy. 

Suddenly, Kenneth gasps, “Linda, I’m coming.”

“Oh, no, you don’t.”  I push him. “Down, down.”

Kenneth rolls down from my body and lays on his back. I roll
on his body and sit up.  “Kenneth, I’m going to fuck you hard.”  I stare at
him.

Kenneth grabs my boobs tight and grins. “As hard as you can,
my baby.”  I raise my butt and then sit down hard on his thick cock.  Ouch.  It
fucks into my asshole right away.  I look at Kenneth.  He’s staring at me. “Linda,
you’re so fucking tight.”

I’m so embarrassed.  I move up my butt high, hold his cock
with my right hand and then inch my butt down.  This time, it’s a complete
success.  Alright. I ride on his cock like riding a bicycle on a bumpy mountain
road.  Well, not the same but pretty much the same patterns.  I move my butt up
and down, left and right.  Now I have the freedom to be fucked where I want and
for how fast or slow I want.  I feel like the princess enjoying her first night,
although I’m not sure if a princess dares to ride her new mate this wildly. 

I get so excited. I gasp and push Kenneth’s hands to my body
very hard, which are squeezing and tearing my boobs like crazy.  My whole body
is electrified.  Fire explosions expand from both my boobs and pussy.  They crash
in my tummy and send me to my climax right away.  I crush down on Kenneth’s
iron hard muscles and demand, “Fuck me hard, now!”

Kenneth holds my body tight and pushes his cock up, all the
way into my pussy.  He then pushes his thighs high to let my body slide down
towards his head, pulling his cock out slowly.  I feel my whole body is sliding
down, like an eagle diving at a rabbit in the valley.  “Oh, Kenneth, you’re so
fucking creative.”

Kenneth gasps, “Don’t forget..,” He tries so hard to catch his
breath.  “I’m, oh, fuck, Linda, don’t forget,” He swallows and then tries
again, “I’m a Sergeant, a well trained officer.”

Right, ‘a well trained officer’, a proud Sergeant serving
this great community, huh?
I’m not sure if you did receive special training
like this. And I don’t fucking care.  All I care is how hard and how long
you’re going to fuck me.

But what are you waiting for, Kenneth?  Where is your dick
now? I don’t feel it fucking in again.  I look at him.  He grins and whispers,
“Hold me tight.”  His voice is so lusty and arousing.  I don’t know what he is
going to do next.  I grab his neck and hold it tight.  “Ready?” he asks. 
“Yeah…,” I’m not so sure.

He lets go of his thighs and then pushes his elbows on the
floor. His upper body moves high, letting my body slide down all the way toward
his thick cock.  Without him or I moving a single inch, his cock fucks in deep
and hard.  I’m now sitting right on his thighs.  His eggs and shaft are teasing
my pussy with their throbbing pulses.  Man, this is definitely something new
for me.  I let go of his neck.  My body slides down even more.  The cock fucks
deeper and pushes hard on my clit and my pussy lips.   

“You like it?” Kenneth smiles big time.  I open my mouth. 
Loud moans run out immediately.  I hold his neck again and gasp, “Kenneth,
you’re so fucking special. Oh…”

Kenneth doesn’t say anything.  He lays on his back again and
pumps very hard.  My whole body is pushed up each time he fucks in.  I moan and
growl, enjoying a new round of orgasm attack in my whole body.

Suddenly, he rolls over and pushes me down on the floor. I
believe this is from his training for sure—like pinning down a terrorist or a
dangerous criminal.  The quick spin makes me dizzy for a few moments.  Before I
can figure out what’s going on, that huge cock is sending me into a high pitch
scream right away…

It’s now all over.  We hold each other tight, gasping. 
“Kenneth, would you come to check my security again?” I tease.

“Sure, whenever you need.” He grins.

“I need that every day.  How’s that?”

Kenneth gives me a huge kiss.  “Baby, you’re so tight and so
wanting.” He stops for a moment. “I will try.  Linda.  You know, I’m a sergeant
so I have to act like a sergeant.”

“What do you mean?” My heart sinks.

“A sergeant is not supposed to check the security of a
restaurant every day.”  He looks at me.  “Sorry, did I disappoint you?”

I bite my lip.  I do want to say
yes
but I know there’s
no use.  Giving him extra pressure won’t help our relationship at all.  I think
for a while and then say softly, “Okay, Kenneth.  Do what you can but promise
to come again.”

“I promise.”  Kenneth gives me one more big kiss.

I waited ‘til midnight the next day.  He didn’t come.  I was
a bit disappointed but I understood. 
By the seventh day, I was totally
disappointed.  In fact, I was angry.  Come on, Kenneth. You’re a police
officer.  You should be honest to your people in this community.  I’m not
forcing you to come back again.  But if you can’t make it, can’t you just tell
me the truth?