Best Of Blue Bloods Pt 21

Best of Blue Bloods Part 21

Season 8 Episode 6

Jamie and Eddie were called to a apartment complex. A long time resident there, an artist from the seventies and eighties was being evicted. The complex, that was owned by the archdiocese of New York sold the apartment building to a developer. She refused to leave and was having a fit. She was throwing cans of paint out the window and a few hit the radio car. They entered her apartment to settle her down.

After they spoke to her and issued a summons, it was brought to the attention of the archbishop. The archbishop visited Frank to try and squash the summons, but Frank refused to intervene. When he heard who the artist was, Trudy Slaughter (Mimi Rogers) he decided to go and talk to her. He came in and spoke with her, "Your sentence could be community service, namely to paint my portrait. Comes with a thousand dollar stipend. You can paint a portrait, right?"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Franks added, "Don't get me wrong. Your work is beautiful. But there's no people in them."

She smiled back at him, "Yes, I can paint a portrait."

He pointed to a painting behind him, "I've always loved that one."

"You've seen it before?"

He chuckled, "No, I meant Zito's Bakery. The one on Bleecker and Cornelia. I can still smell the bread. Miss that." She stared back at him, and he added, "Do we have a deal?"

She shrugged, "Gets me off the hook?"

"I'm afraid I can't change the fact that you're gonna have to move. My office will be in touch. Thank you."

Frank returned to her studio the following week for a sitting. She took his by the arm and led him toward the window where there was more light, "I'm just gonna have you sit here. And this is just for the light. The background will actually be different."

He scoffed, "The city in flames?"

"Why would you say that?"

"Your work wasn't always so apolitical."

She was working on the canvas, "My work is still political, just in a different way. And how would you know?"

He stared up at her, "Different how?"

"I always tried to paint what I saw. New York in the late 70's. AIDS, "Giuliani time."

He looked around, "But this isn't that."

She looked around too, "No...no. Now I paint the New York that I miss. The one where the loft we're in wasn't the price of a mansion."

He stared at her, "I miss that New York, too."

She stared at him, "What's going on her, Mr. Reagan?"

He looked up at her and knew he was having old feelings for her. It didn't hurt that she was still smoking hot. With that huge chest, at least 42DD and a face that he never could forget, "I'm sitting here for my portrait, and please, call me Frank"

She put her brush down and stepped closer to him, "Okay, Frank." she crossed her arms,"But there's something else."

He took a deep breath and paused. He shook his head, "Early in the evening in the blackout of 77, you came up to a cop on the corner of Bleecker and MacDougal. You couldn't reach the friends you were supposed to crash with. "

She finished what he was saying, "And I ended up in a bar."

He nodded, "I knew the bartender. Georgie Boy Farrell." She grabbed her head as he continued, "Anyway, I came by later at closing time to check on you."

She sat down and smiled, "And I'd gotten pretty drunk, I guess."

He smiled, "Yeah, but one of the waitresses had a couch, and she offered to put you up, so I knew you'd be okay."

She rolled her head, "Oh! Did we...?"

He gave her a long stare, "No. But you kissed me. And not for just a second."

She smiled and nodded, "I kissed a lot of guys in those days."

"And I kissed one girl a lot in those days. My wife. But I remembered your name. And I thought people like you who came to New York in those days were like lambs to the slaughter. I don't know, I guess that's how it stuck."

She stared at him, "Yikes!"

"So...I would check the Village Voice, and go to galleries where you showed and.... do you have a camera?"

She was confused, "Uh, sure. Why?"

"Well, you're gonna have to take a couple of snaps and paint from that. I am, after all, the police commissioner of New York City. I do not have the time to sit fur portraits."

She grabbed a camera, "Of course."

He looked up at the camera, "At a certain point, I think it's important to take stock of what you had. But also... if you get the chance, what you missed, too." He saw her staring longing at him, "Don't you think?"

She nodded, "Yeah." He stood to leave, "That's all this is."

She stepped closer to him, "Frank, did you ever think to come to an opening, you know? come up and say hi?"

He stared down at her and kept his feelings in check, "Yeah. I thought it." He turned and left.

A few days later, he returned to her loft to retrieve his portrait. He stood before the easel. She pulled back the canvas and he stared at it. He chuckled as he stared at it. It was a portrait of him as a patrol cop and his figure resembled the exact way he looked when he was playing Thomas Magnum of Magnum P.I."

He turned to her and before he knew it, she was in his arms and she was sliding his overcoat off his shoulders.

He pulled back and stared into her dark eyes, "You know I'm no longer married." She gave him a weak smile and nodded, "Yeah, I know I checked you out online. I wanted to catch you off guard."

He swept her dark hair behind her ear, "Well you accomplished your mission so I'm returning the favor."

"Hmm I like it, Getting to tease and get teased and I like both. What else did you have in mind, Frank?"

He stepped even closer to her, "Oh, I don't know, maybe I could just take you to your bed over there, take off everything on your body and have my way with you. The exact way I wanted back in the late 70's."

She was grinning from ear to ear, "Sounds great. So what are you waiting for?" She led him over to her bed and threw back the comforter. She took a step back and slid her dressing gown off her shoulders. She removed her blouse and shimmied out of her ankle length skirt. She stood naked beside the bed, grinning at him. She stepped closer top him, her naked body screamed for attention.

Frank's face lit-up and she leaned in and whispered, "You can do whatever you want to me. Frank."

She closed the distance between him and whispered, "But First!" Her tongue slipped between his lips, into his mouth, kissing him hard and as she pressed her lush body to his, she groaned. She drew back, "I'm going to give you my body to play with. It isn't as firm as in the 70's but I'm so much more adept to fucking now then back then. You can either make love to me, or you can just fuck me like you always wanted to. Either way, I don't care, I just want to get fucked....hard!"

Very seductively, Trudy spread out on the bed. She had her legs belt and open. Her arms were above her head, causing her huge tits to flatten upon her chest. She licked her lips and whispered, "Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to get naked and join me on my bed."

Frank kept his eyes glued to her huge tits. He saw her large aeroules, they were the size of silver dollars, but they still looked small atop those huge mounds of flesh.

"I'm just savoring the sight." He was now naked as she was and he climbed onto the bed beside her. He reached out and caressed her cheek. He brought his fingertips to her lips and she licked them softly, She sighed as he slowly traced his fingers across her lips and cheek. He slid them lower to her neck, across her large breasts and he circled one of her large aeroules and gently squeezed the left one. Her nipples perked up immediately, begging for firmer attention. Frank lowered his mouth to it and nipped at it softly with his lips only. His mustache made her tingle even more.

Trudy's hips shifted side to side, sliding down further on the large bed. Her legs parted even more, and he paused on purpose and it produced a groan of frustration. She sighed as he moved his hand to her shaved, dripping pussy. He uncovered her huge clit and his fingertips slid across it a few times.

She arched her ass off the bed and gasped out, "Oh yes, Frank, play with it harder, please!"

Frank shoved two fingers into her hole and found it ripe and ready. Soon his thumb joined in, and having it coated with her slimy juices, he used it on her aching clit. Frank was amazed how wet she was already and he was drawn to it. His mouth moved down and as he did, he slid around and he swung his legs over her body and lowered his cock to her waiting mouth. In the sixty-nine position, he felt her hot breath on his cock.

Trudy opened her mouth and her tongue darted out and licked his shaft. Her fingers closed around his shaft and she guided his manhood into her mouth as Frank, at the same moment stuck his tongue into her pussy. Her arms wrapped around him and drew him tighter to her face.

Frank shoved his cock even deeper into her mouth. Before he knew it, he had half of his cock buried in her oral cavity. His hips jerked up and down as he felt her tongue flick out again and again. He lapped away at her juicy cunt like a starved man. His tongue sank deeper into her slick hole. He felt the head of his cock pressing against the back of her throat.

Trudy was gagging from the deep intrusion. She pushed at his hips, needing to breath and she let out a sign when he lifted his lower body, drawing his cock from her active mouth.

Frank drew up and out and her lips made a popping sound as he flopped out.

Her eyes were watering and she reached for a tube from her night table. She rolled over onto her hands and knees and wiggled her ass, "How about doing me doggy. I want you in my ass."

His mouth was watering as he stared at her gorgeous ass and saw those huge tits swaying beneath her. He watched as she pushed her ass back towards him. He grabbed hold of the lube and applied a gob to the asshole. He slid his thick finger in and felt the heat and tightness grip his finger. He worked in a second fingers and she looked back at him. She licked her parched lips and nodded, "Give it to me Frank, fuck my ass!"

The ring of her asshole gripped the head of his cock. He pushed it in and once it reached the shaft, he slid in easier. He held it there until he felt her relax. He slid deeper and she groaned and pushed back, urging him on. Frank caressed her bubble butt as he watched his entire cock disappear into her ass.

Frank reached out and grabbed hold of her arm. He slipped his hand around and pinned both of her arms back behind her. He was in total control now. He drove in her again and again, "So tell me, Trudy, you like me fucking your ass?"

She nodded and he called out, "I can't hear you!"

She spat out, "I love it, Frank, I love your big fat cock fucking my ass. Oh please, give it to me harder!"

He pulled harder on her arms and drew her up off her hands and her body was pressed hard against his hair covered chest. He used his hand to slide around and cupped one of her huge tits. He pressed her hard nipple between his fingers. He pinched they both, going back and forth and she let out a squeal. He wrapped his palm around her heavy flesh and squeezed them, loving how they were pliable, yet so firm. Her moans grew louder and louder,

He pulled her closer to him. She turned her head and they locked mouths together. His tongue pushed into her mouth and wrestled with hers. His hand moved down her body, hovering over her neck and tits again. He grabbed another handful and this time her nipple were even harder. He released her arms and used the same hand to cup her other tit. Both of his hands were now caressing her large, firm tits. He couldn't get enough of them. He squeezed harder, no matter where he played, his hands always drifted back to her gorgeous tits.

Trudy loved having them played with. Each squeeze sent tremors throughout her body and settled between her legs. He kept one hand on her tits, and slipped the other downward towards her pussy. He slipped his middle and index finer into her tight, wet hole. His thumb strummed her clit over and over again. His tongue continued to wrestle with hers as he felt her breathing became labored.

Frank pinched her nipples harder and she groaned, "Oh Frank, keep that up and I'm going to cum!

He twisted and tugged at her nipples, he finger fucked her harder as he pumped his cock in and out of her ass as hard and as fast as he could. His balls were slapping against his thumb and her clit. He felt her ass tightening around his cock and he felt his climax fast approaching. He drove deep into her.

Trudy tore her mouth from his and arched her back and screamed out, "OH FUCK, FRANK, I'M CUMMING!"

He couldn't hold off any longer and hearing her scream out, he lost it and began pumping stream after stream of his hot cum into her hot, tight ass. He clung to her as he felt her shaking uncontrollably. After a few minutes, he pulled out, his semen began dripping out of her ass and her cunt juices dripped out too.

She rolled over and he willingly drew her into his arms. She rested her sweaty head on his shoulder and chest. "So tell me Frank, how long before you're ready for another round? You had my mouth and my ass, you still haven't tried out my pussy. I've heard it's pretty special."

He placed his fingers under her chin and raised her face to his lips. He kissed her and smiled, "I have no doubt, but that was one special climax. You're gonna have to coax him back to life."

She chuckled, "Oh, I don't think you know me as well as you think. I've always loved a challenge, and I accept."

Trudy's hand drifted down his body and began stroking his flaccid cock, "Mmm, I think this is going to be a task I'm going to love. I want it in my cunt and if you know me, I always get what I want."

Frank felt his cock begin to perk up, just thinking about being where his fingers were, he wanted to test her out properly.

She felt his cock stiffening in her warm, soft hand, "Mmm, looks like someone is starting to look like he wants to play again." She slid down his hair covered body and she turned her fist and guided his cock into her mouth. She opened wide and took him in her mouth once again. It was his turn to groan and he flopped back on the bed as she began bobbing up and down. Trudy managed to get him stiff again and he looked down and her eyes sparked from her accomplishment. She sucked lightly, allowing her tongue to flick out and dance all over his shaft.

They kept their eyes glued together and he shivered as she winked and took him even deeper into her mouth. She slowly withdrew and whispered quietly, "I need this in me now, Frank. Like I said, you had two holes, now I want the other used, stick it in me!"

He wanted her to suffer now, "Tell me, Trudy, how badly do you want it." He teased her by drawing back slightly and waited. Every time she pulled at him and thrust her hips upward, he pulled back. He snickered,"Come on Trudy, Beg for it! Tell me how badly you want me to fuck that luscious pussy of yours!"

She rolled her head from side to side, "Please, oh please, Frank, stop teasing and fuck me, fuck me now!"

He placed the head of his cock at the portal of her hole. He swept it up and down her slick lips. He felt his cock throbbing and he drove into her as hard and as fast as he could. He was buried balls deep into her after only two strokes.

Trudy's arms flew about and she grabbed the pillow and planted it over her face and screamed out loudly.

Frank slammed his pelvis against her hard and fast. She begged for it and he was now giving her everything he could. She was screaming into the pillow as Frank released her hips and slid upward and was again mauling those gorgeous swaying tits. He was shocked how fast the urge to cum snuck up on him.

Trudy threw the pillow side and growled out, "Yes, oh God Yes, give it to me Frank. Don't stop, don't you dare slow up. I need you to cum and fill my cunt. I'm so, so close!" She wrapped her arms and legs around his sweat covered body. She thrust upward, grinding her cunt hard against the root of his cock. She bucked wildly as she urged him on.

The pace was too much and he struggled free from her grasp. He had a gleam in his eyes. He slid out of her cunt and slid up her body. He planted his slime covered cock between those huge pillows of flesh. "Grab your tits Trudy and press them together." He groaned when she did. He drove his cock up and down. He twisted her large dark nipples and twisted. He shoved forward, and he saw her dip her head and close her swollen lips around the head of his cock with each upward movement. He felt the rush to cum and he wanted to finish off in her. He used every ounce of restraint he possessed and slid back downward. He gathered up her legs and planted them on hie shoulder. He drove forward and slid into her with one swift motion.

Trudy screamed out and her entire body rose up off the bed. Only her shoulders were on the mattress. He slammed into her again and again. He swung off the bed and standing, he had her wrap her arms around his neck. He grabbed her ass and lifted and lowered her.

Trudy was cumming and coating his cock with her cunt cream. She buried her face in his neck and kissed and sucked at his flesh, "Oh, please Frank, please cum in me. I need you to put out the fire."

He turned and planted her flat on her back. Holding her legs up, he slammed into her, sending her back on the mattress. He pulled her back and slammed into her again. He did it again and again and as she lost it again, squirted her juices out like a fountain, he lost it and began filling her with a load he didn't know possible. He felt light headed as all the blood rushed to his cock. He collapsed against her as the tiny aftershocks pumped through his cock and flowed into her cum filled pussy.

It was several minutes before either of them could more. He slowly slid out of her and she let out a scream, "Oh fuck, what a load!" She hurried out of the bed and rushed to the bathroom. A few minutes later, he heard the shower begin. He managed to climb out of the bed and when he opened the door, Trudy giggled, "What took you so long?"

He joined her and they were in there until their skin began to wrinkle. After drying, they slid into bed and after a lot of touching and caressing, they both drifted off to sleep.

Season 8 Episode 7

Danny was at the hospital and a fight broke out. A nurse Faith Madson (Jessie Mueller) was being attacked by an old boyfriend. It seemed she broke up with him, but he refused to accept that. Danny took him down, but he was released on bail. She was afraid he would attack her again. Danny gave her his direct cell phone number. He found out she was a nurse.

The following day, Raymond, her ex boyfriend attacked her by ramming his car into hers. She drove to the precinct and to make sure she was safe, he followed her home and checked the house for intruders, finding none, he was about to leave.

Faith was still upset and scared and she offered him a beer. He took it and they spoke for a while to calm her down. She reminded him of Linda. Her hair was longer and it was darker, a dirty blonde type of hair. She was pretty and just like Linda he found himself attracted to her. He found out her husband had passed away..

Danny asked her how she met Raymond and she told him she met online.

"Which one?"

She scoffed, "The one aimed at lonely, dumb ass widows."

Danny chuckled, "I'll be sure to avoid it. That and the one for lonely, dumb-ass farmers. And what about your husband? What did he do?"

"He was a cop. Bronx narcotics."

"Wow, interesting."

"Yep, and your wife?"

"She was a nurse, ironically enough."

She drew a sip of her beer and she was very interested in Danny and her bright blue eyes showed it too, "Yep."

Danny felt it too, "Um, I better get going."