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Saturday came by a lot quicker than I was expecting. It was time for my second date with Monica. We were to meet up at CraftSteak for dinner and possibly a movie afterwards.
Even as I dressed up, I felt those urges well up inside. The knife was there in my cupboard. The temptation was unbearable but I had better things to do. Putting on my best suit, I took a cab to CraftSteak along 5th. Already waiting for me with her radiant smile was Monica. Her dress accentuated her curves just the right amount. Her wavy blonde hair came down on both sides of her face. She looked like a picture of perfection. It was nice to see how her face lit up when she spotted me.
"This place is pretty expensive. How much do they pay you to be a cop again?"
She brushed aside my remark.
"My family is loaded. Money was never really an issue for me."
"Then why become a cop?"
"Two words: power and control. No other job gives this much. Besides, I am doing a service to the city, which is more than I can say for the rest of the urban elite."
We ordered prosciutto and halibut. Even as we dug into the food, we never stopped chatting. She told me about her time at the Academy and her early years when she was constantly at odds with her instructors and superiors. Her philosophy to law enforcement was refreshingly simple; rule one: do what it takes to dispense justice, rule two: if red-tape, bureaucracy or anything else comes in the way, refer to rule one.
The new mayor and commissioner seemed to see eye to eye with her on this issue and had given her a free pass to do what was required to keep the city clean. Ever since making detective, she had a perfect clearance rate. On another note, she also had as many complaints stacked up against her as the rest of the NYPD combined. Be it harassing suspects without lawyers to eke out a confession or searching without a warrant or any other of a litany of code violations. Under the new government, she had a carte blanche to do as she wished and a lifeline to circumvent red-tape. Forensic results for her cases took priority over others and she had her choice of manpower. It was official; I was having dinner with Super cop.
"So tell me a bit about yourself? Where did you grow up?"
"I don't remember my real parents. On my fifth birthday, I was adopted by a family in Queens. They were very nice to me. I hear horror stories of kids in foster homes, but my family was perfect. My dad was a city employee; and my mom was a paralegal. They had no children of their own, so they pampered me endlessly. They passed away a few years ago in a car accident."
Immediately, she put out a consoling hand on my shoulder.
"I'm so sorry."
"That's fine. I have moved on."
"So, any more news on the butcher case?"
She narrowed her eyes and gave me a playful glance.
"You know I can't discuss an active investigation, but yes, he's definitely public enemy number one now. We have forcibly asked all the motel owners in Queens, Bronx and Manhattan to carefully see all their guests and check for ID. The next time he strikes, we nab him."
Note to self, no more misadventures in those parts of town. I'm hitting Brooklyn next.
"I think it's just a matter of time until we catch him."
"I hope so." I said, blatantly lying.
We finished our dinner and walked up to parking lot. Feeling contented with myself, I walked ahead of her.
"Did you really think you would get away with it?"
I froze in my tracks and took a quick glance backwards to see she had taken her gun out and aimed it straight at my head. Petrified, I turned around, silently wondering how she found out.
"Put your hands on your head and stand against the car."
Mechanically, I followed the order, thinking that my redemption was over even before it began.
"Simon Chase, I hereby place you under arrest on charges of leaving a woman alone and horny after your first date."
The relief on my face was palpable. I sighed aloud as I realized her little joke.
"Was there anything funny in what I said? You don't seem to realize that you're in big trouble?"
"Won't you read me my rights?" I said innocently.
"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in bed. Though it is strongly recommended you give up that right in the bedroom. You have the right to ask for a condom. If you do not have one, one will be provided to you. Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Good, now get in the back. We are going to my place to have sex." Monica said, matter-of-factly.
Still a little queasy from my initial fear, I got into the back of her car. She careened through traffic back to Washington Heights. I got an erection even before we reached. Monica quite literally dragged me out of her car and up to her apartment. Once there, she brandished a pair of handcuffs and looked at me questioningly.
"I have many uses for this, even when I'm not on the job."
After securely fastening my hands around her bedpost, she ripped off all my clothes in alarming fashion. I was down to my underwear when she finally stopped to catch her breath. It was only a momentary lapse as she took a hold of my waistband and yanked it off. Her eyes roamed up and down my naked form.
"I'll be right back." she said and headed off to the bathroom.
I lay there, prone and immobile for a few minutes before I heard footsteps approaching the bedroom. The door swung open and Monica entered, as naked as I was. Confidently, she strode over to my side and straddled me in one quick motion.
"You should probably know, I like it rough."
"What do you....."
I was rudely cut off by her landing a tight slap across my face. I yelped in pain and felt my cheek go warm. There was barely a second to recover, when the back of her palm connected with my other cheek while coming back. My face was stinging and hot.
She just sat on me and looked on my painful visage with a playful look on her face. Raising her hips just a bit, she lowered her cunt onto my erect member. The feeling was indescribable as her vaginal walls closed around my shaft. Keeping her eyes fixed on mine, she started moving up and down. This woman obviously didn't have a gentle bone in her body as she kept up the pace of a jackhammer.
I tried to push upwards to meet her motion, with little success. Soon, I realized that there was no way I could match her strength or speed. I resigned myself to being the passive partner as she continued with the fine delicacy of a car crash.
Soon, I could feel the beginnings of what was surely going to be a massive orgasm. I remembered something she told me in the car.
"I would like to exercise my constitutional right to a condom now."
"Sorry, that would be in violation with my constitutional right to feel your hot cum shooting against my cervix."
She kept up this animalistic pace until I was getting visibly close to a powerful. She seemed to sense that and asked, "Going to cum soon?"
I fervently nodded my head. What she did next was totally unexpected. She placed her arms around my neck and started to apply pressure. My eyes went wide and I could feel my vision go a blurred. I thrashed desperately telling her to let go. She relaxed her grip and intensely looked into my eyes.
"Do you trust me? Then let me do this. It will be the best climax of your life. Just put all your faith in me and I won't hurt you."
There was something in her tone which told me to do it. I reluctantly nodded as she placed her powerful hands around my neck once more. I took a long look at her face. There was something in her expression that inspired faith. Giving a weak smile, I gave her the go-ahead to start. She gradually increased the speed of her pelvic motion and increased the pressure on my neck. Once more, I felt parts of my body lose feeling, but I resisted the urge to move.
Encouraged by my self-control, she started gyrating her hips at a fast pace and closed those strong palms around my neck. My vision was beginning to fade as I felt myself nearing climax. Finally, on the verge of losing consciousness, I had my orgasm.
It was like an electric charge surging through my body, restoring feeling to every part. She was dead-on, this orgasm felt other-worldly compared to the usual. I could actually feel like I was floating on thin air as the aftermath of the climax settled. She took off her hands and smiled at me.
"I told you you'd like it."
She released me and went to get some food. I sat up against the bed rest and panted with exhaustion. I had tried auto-erotic asphyxiation once but bailed before orgasm. Since then, I had no further experiences with choke-and-stroke. Until I met Monica.
She returned carrying a packet of crisps and tossed it at me. I gratefully opened them as she lit a cigarette. I looked at it and flinched. I can't explain why but I have always been afraid of anything with fire, especially cigarettes. She seemed to sense this and stubbed it out on the ashtray.
"I noticed several burn marks around your shoulders and arms. They look like cigarette burns. Were your foster parents really as good as you told me?" she said, raising her eyebrows.
"They were. Honestly, I can't explain these burns. I probably got them before I was adopted."
"Do you remember anything about your biological parents?"
"My earliest memories are with my foster family. I have no clue who I was before that."
"Let's not waste any more time on small talk. You left me horny and wanting last time, so you definitely owe me another screw now. I say you do me like a bitch this time."
"All right, let's do this." I said eagerly getting on my knees.
Monica smiled at me wistfully and sat down in front of me on the bed. Her eyes seemed fixed on my spent organ. Lowering her head, she took the entire length of my dick in her mouth and moved her tongue back and forth over the length. She was very skilled at this. After a few moments of this, she withdrew my organ from her mouth and just observed it closely. She stuck out her tongue and just grazed the tip against my super sensitive head and gently ran her tongue down the shaft and back up again.
The feeling was spectacular and I was back to full hardness in no time. She positioned herself in front of my erection and told me to go for it. I eagerly thrust and sank my entire cock inside her. She liked this and kept encouraging me to go faster. I moved through the gears at full speed and was soon pumping her at full speed. She matched my thrusts by pushing back. The continuous rhythmic slamming of bodies got me increasingly fired up as I could feel the climax building. Even in my blissful state, I could hear a buzzing from somewhere nearby. I glanced over at the table to see our phones.
"Don't you dare......" was all she said.
"Ummm.... I think it's your phone."
"So what?"
I hastily pulled out and said, "You should take it, could be important?"
With an incensed glare fixed on me, she got off the bed and walked over to the table.
"Devereaux speaking. What!! Where? Alright, secure the scene and get a hold of some witnesses, I'm coming."
"Sounds serious."
"No kidding, Sherlock. Guess what, you were wrong, the butcher would not leave us alone, even for the weekend."
Utterly bewildered, I mustered up a weak response, "The BUTCHER?"
