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GROSSE POINTE, MICHIGAN
The City of Detroit has gone through many changes over the past 10 years; in short, there are fewer residents and more crime.
On this cold and windy November morning, Cathy O'Malley laid in bed wondering what her first day as one of the Department's newly-appointed Police Detectives would be like. Cathy is third generation Police Officer. Her Grandfather, Richard O'Malley, was a 35-year veteran who retired 14 years ago as the Assistant Commander to the Chief of Police. Her father, Don O'Malley, is a 27-year veteran currently in charge of the Mayor's Detail. And there's her older brother, Steven O'Malley, an 11-year veteran currently a sergeant with the Violent Crimes Bureau.
As you can imagine, 27-year-old Cathy felt the pressure from her family to be a good cop, and she was, despite the harsh treatment from the Academy Instructors because of the unmistakable pure beauty she poses. Cathy could have been a model with her 36-32-42-inch figure. She stands at 5'7", 150 pounds with red hair, blue eyes, and white porcelain skin that is flawless. She graduated in the top 5% of her Academy class, was Officer of the Month 3 times, and scored at the top of her class on the Detective's exam. The only thing Cathy had not been on top in was love. Her last real relationship ended over 2 years ago, and since then she has had a couple of lame dates that didn't even compare to how a warm bath with a glass of wine and a good book made her feel. Her last sexual encounters were 8 months ago.
The thought of having a sexual encounter started to get Cathy a little wet, her pink nipples were slightly hard, before she realized it; she was massaging her clit. Throbbing deep inside her vaginal walls, the desire to be fucked was almost over-bearing. STOP! STOP! Cathy told herself; you don't have time for this.
What is that noise? Cathy thought to herself. Oh, it's the phone.
"Hello, Detective O'Malley speaking."
DOWNTOWN DETROIT (Westin Book Cadillac Residential Penthouse)
As the water continually poured out of the shower head and the steam rose in the porcelain-tiled bathroom, Cedric Johnson stood there under the water trying to get his thoughts together for the day's activities.
As he began to wash his chiseled body, he ran his hand across the scar on his chest. Flash, bang, smoke. "Officer Down! Officer Down! It's been 3 years since the shooting that put Detective Johnson in the I.C.U. for 7 months to recover from multiple gunshot wounds; however, it feels like it was just yesterday that it happened.
Even though the physical wounds have healed, the mental wounds are still fresh for this once semi-pro football player who dominated the gridiron. At 6'3, 235lbs., with a bald head and an almond skin tone, this brother looks like he stepped off the pages of Sports Illustrated.
But during his long recovery, Cedric lost the only thing more important to him than his job, his fiancΓ©, Amber. She gave him unconditional love and the confidence to believe in himself. Amber was also very motivated herself. She was a top-graduate from the University of Michigan Law School as well as an up-and-coming young Assistant DA. After the shooting, Amber realized that a relationship with a cop was not what she wanted.
As Cedric continued to wash himself, he couldn't believe he was getting hard, thinking about Amber and how sexy she was. Amber had skills, her body was like a pure, sexy Porsche and Cedric drove it hard and fast. Cedric's manhood was at its full potential at 9 Β½ inches long and 2 inches thick. His grip on the shaft got tighter, the strokes became faster.
A tingling sensation started deep in his balls. Oh, how he loved plowing his dick deep inside Amber's always willing, always soaking-wet pussy. The way she used to clinch her vaginal walls around his dick was amazing, Cedric yells, "FUCK!!!" With one last stroke a jet stream of hot cum rockets from his dick, exploding against the shower tile followed by another stream of cum and slight tingle through Cedric's body. Damn, I needed that, thought Cedric.
Time to get ready for work. Detective Johnson is assigned to the Internal Affairs Division, and last week he got word that he would be getting a new partner. She was the newly-appointed Detective, Cathy O'Malley. Cedric knows her brother, Steven, well; he's from his old unit: Violent Crimes.
GROSSE POINTE, MICHIGAN
Don exclaimed, "Wow! Listen to you, my baby girl, a Detective!"
Cathy responded, "Hi dad."
"I just wanted to say hi, and tell you how proud we are of you." Remember, there is no such thing as a bad department, only bad...cops." Cathy simultaneously finishes the sentence with her dad.
"I know, dad! Hey, I've got to go. Don't want to be late my first day."
"Okay, okay. Be safe out there. Love you!"
"Love you too, Dad. Bye!"
Cathy grabs her keys. Okay mental checklist...badge, gun, cuffs and brief. One last look in the mirror...GOD! Cathy thought to herself. Even in a light grey, Donna Karen two-piece pant-suit with a cream-colored turtle neck, her assets where hard to miss. Her firm, tight, meaty ass; her voluptuous 36C breasts; and her curvy hips. Most white boys didn't like the thickness, but the brothers gave her compliments all the time. And while Cathy never had a sexual encounter with a black man, she thought about it once or twice.