"Permission to be out of uniform for a few minutes."
"Come again?"
"These fire boys said they'd wash my car, but they feel it only fair that I help."
"They're just messing with you, Mary Jane."
"Maybe so, Sheriff. But a little exercise isn't going to kill me. Might even build up our public service image."
"Just don't do anything to embarrass me," he grunted.
"Roger that." I switched off the radio and returned it to my belt. "Looks like I'll be helping you after all." I began unbuttoning my blouse. "But I don't want to get my uniform all dirty."
"Bikini car wash!" Jack laughed, climbing down from the top of the fire engine.
"Not quite." I removed my blouse to reveal the white athletic bra. Good thing I didn't choose the lacy half-cup model that day. That might draw a little too much public attention.
Jim gestured the nozzle of the hose to my slacks. "You might get your pants dirty too."
"Nice try," I laughed. I unhooked my holster belt and carried my clothes to a bench inside the open garage bay. I returned to their side to find Jim refilling Jack's bucket with soapy water. "But I may have to take them off later," I added matter-of-factly. "After all, who knows what a woman will do once she gets all hot and wet?"
Jim turned to his companion with a wide grin. "Hey, I really like this girl!"
It was early evening. I was cruising around the town and pulled the squad car down an alley behind a small strip mall to check on the back entrance doors. It was a long brick building with four businesses situated next to each other. One of the back doors looked slightly ajar so I stopped the car and checked the lock with my spotlight. It appeared to have been jimmied. Someone had broken into the back storage room of the liquor store.
I called in the potential break-in to Sheriff Danby and climbed out of the car to investigate. I cautiously eased open the metal door, finding a single light illuminating the room at the far end of the shipping and receiving area. I quietly moved to the other end of the unpacking area with my long metal flashlight resting on my shoulder to use as a club if necessary.
The back room had dozens of crates of various kinds of booze. Along the left wall was a dirty old sagging couch they probably use for taking breaks. There was a cute black teenager sprawled across it with a near-empty bottle of whiskey in his hand.
I snapped off the flashlight and glanced around. The kid had apparently broken into the place to steal some booze and stupidly sampled too much of his ill-gotten booty. No big deal -- it looked like petty theft of only a couple bottles of cheap liquor.
I moved over to the guy to check him out. He was a good-looking young black kid wearing a gray tee shirt and grungy denim jeans, his scalp shaven clean. I also noticed a huge ridge in his pants from his crotch almost to his knee. Either this boy was packing a sawed-off shotgun in his trousers or he was endowed as a bull moose.
I leaned closer to make sure he was still breathing. He was definitely alive. His breath reeked of Jack Daniel's sour mash. I glanced down at his groin. Damn this boy was huge. I traced a finger along the outline in his pants, the slumbering kid seemingly taking no notice. It was a real penis all right, and I suddenly felt the uncontrollable urge to check out this big tool for myself. Hell, it was my duty to make sure the lad had no concealed weapons.
I set the flashlight aside and slowly tugged the zipper down his pants, my eyes never leaving his face. The guy slept soundly, passed out drunk. I dipped my hand inside and felt the elongated meat, gradually drawing it out for further examination. His dick was long and thick like a dark baseball bat. It was huge! I had never seen anything like it before as my fingers tenderly felt along its length and around the purple crown. I became bolder because the lad was still sleeping. I tugged his pants down over his hips to his knees, the guy's long thick prick lying on his stomach lake a black anaconda. I kneeled on the floor beside the couch, wrapping both hands around the thick black pole and feeling the soft pliable warmth in my fingers. I lowered my head to the crown, taking the tip of it into my mouth. It was so big! I took in more and more, bobbing my head over the end, one fist pumping the shaft as my other hand cupped and fondled his ball sac. The guy moaned and lolled his head to the side, his hand stroking through my dark hair. He cracked open his eyes, silently watching me suck and lick his long black shaft. He was still drunk but no longer passed out.
I sucked and slurped his thick pipe, my tongue making long swaths up from the base, around the head and back down again. The boy was still very drunk but started coming to life, his hand caressing down my face and over my chest. I suddenly wanted to take off my bra and wedge that thick dark meat between my naked boobs. Hell, it was only him and me in an abandoned warehouse; a drunk teenager and a horny young woman. What's wrong with a nice tittie-fuck between friends, especially with such a massive tool like this one? I brought my hand up from his balls and fumbled with the buttons of my blouse, opening my top and pulling his hand inside. He raked his fingers over my sports bra, his other hand helping me tug my shirt off my shoulders.
For some strange reason I wasn't paying much attention to my actions. I didn't care that I was a deputy on duty and this was a perp caught in the act of committing a crime. I wanted to suck him off and have his hands feel my naked breasts. After I shrugged off my top I released my hold on his dick long enough to peel my athletic bra over my head and fling it aside. The guy grinned drunkenly and pawed my loosely hanging hooters, my mouth dropping back over onto the head of his cock.
The walkie-talkie on my belt squawked -- probably Joe performing a routine check. I slipped one hand to my waist, unfastened my holster belt and dropped it to my side. I figured I could handle this one on my own without any backup.
I felt a pair of hands gently caress my naked back and shoulders from behind. I turned my head to find another black kid wearing a blue tee shirt with the sleeves torn off, bleach-spotted blue jeans, close-cropped hair and a goatee beard. He appeared to be in his late teens as well. I rose to my feet and turned to him with my hand still pumping his partner's prick. The boy cupped my boobs in his black hands and lowered his mouth to suck my exposed nipple. I expelled my breath in a heavy sigh, the kid on the couch raising his hands to unfasten my pants. I knew one or both of these kids were going to fuck me right then and there but I didn't care -- in my heightened state of arousal I couldn't think or behave rationally.
I moved my free hand to goatee's crotch, feeling the growing bulge in his pants. He wasn't as big as his drunk partner but I could tell he was much harder. He raised his mouth from my tits to meet mine, my breath expelling into his mouth and tongue tangling with his as his partner tugged my pants and underwear down my legs. I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my clothes, my free hand unfastening goatee boy's pants. God, I was so fucking horny I would hump these lads with the whole town watching.
The bald drunk kid on the couch held my waist and guided me backward until I felt the backs of my legs touch the couch, his face craning up to lick my vagina. He poked his tongue into my pussy as his friend groped and squeezed my bare titties. I fumbled with Goatee's pants, flipping his dick out of his trousers and bending low to drop my mouth over the top. This kid was hard as a rock and ready for action. My mind was swimming with lust and I knew I had to feel what it was like to fuck a young black stud like this one.
I straightened and turned around, bending at the waist and dropping my mouth over the head of drowsy-boy's big staff. Goatee moved behind me and rested one hand on my bare derriere as his other hand guided his rigid rod to the opening of my raised vagina. He poked the head in, easing out and pressing more and more inside me with each steady stroke. I moaned with lust and sucked deeper and faster on his buddy's huge dick. Soon the boy was bucking steadily inside me, my bare titties wobbling below me in cadence with his stroke. Drunk boy raised one hand and cupped my swaying breast, his thumb flicking over my hard erect nipple. God, it felt so good having a cock inside me!
