Abductee: The Aliens Return 3
When my newest alien conquest, Karana, had to leave halfway through my planned seduction of her, I was left at a loose end. Sure, I'd gone down on her, licked and fingered her, and worshipped her pussy with my mouth, giving her the first orgasm she'd ever experienced. I followed that up by introducing her tight little virgin pussy to my nine inch cock, and that gave her the second orgasm of her life. I had planned so much more for her education, but unfortunately duty called and she left.
I'd spent nearly an hour seducing her and playing with her lovely female assets, during which time my cock had been as hard as a very hard rock. So, it was my, 'hard,' luck that she was called away before I followed through with an orgasm of my own. My dick had gradually and reluctantly deflated, but there was still a need in my mind to plunge him into a steaming hot pussy of some sort. With that intent in mind, I decided to take a walk into town, and see who I could see.
Since I lived close to the city centre, I just walked into town, or rather that was my intention. We Brits are inclined to walk a lot more, especially relatively short journeys rather than take the car, and so I was walking along heading for town when I turned a corner into the next street only to be met by at least six police cars and vans, all with the blue lights flashing. Police warning tape had been strung up across the road, and police officers were interviewing people, the, 'scene of crime,' people in their white plastic crime scene suits were busy at the entrance to an alley a little further down the road..
I could have just turned and walked away, but curiosity got the better of me and I stopped to, 'rubber neck,' for a few minutes. There were a few other just like me doing the same, it's a very natural thing for humans to do.
A woman detached herself from a small group of people, close to the barrier tape, no more than three or four yards away, and looking round she caught my eye. I naturally smiled, and she came over to me. She showed me her Warrant Card, which in the UK is the name for an official, police I.D. card.
'Detective sergeant Millie McDonald,' she introduced herself. 'We've had a serious incident here earlier today sir,' she began, 'and we're asking everyone whether they are familiar with the area, or if they have seen anything. Do you live close by sir?'
'Yes, just a couple of streets away, but I've seen nothing out of the ordinary, this is the first time I've been out today, sorry I can't help you,' I replied apologetically.
'Can I take your details sir, just in case I have to re-check and get in touch with you again,' she asked me, so I gave her my details including my phone number.
'When are you off duty?' I asked her, and she looked sharply at me, then looked at her watch.
'Two hours ago,' she replied, 'or I should have been, but I'm just wrapping things up here now, so within the next half hour,' and then she asked, 'why?'
'Because I'm going to fuck you senseless within the next hour,'
I thought to myself, looking into her gorgeous blue eyes.
'You look like you could use a drink, or even just a coffee,' I suggested, and she nodded, 'and maybe a little time to relax.'
'Are you trying to flirt with me sir?' she asked, a little smile on her lovely face, and I nodded.
'You can't just go around trying to pick up police officers on duty sir,' she said, but I felt it was said with some amusement on her part, rather than an admonishment, 'it's a bit cheeky if I may say so.'
'Yes, you certainly may say so Detective McDonald,' I echoed her words, 'and you can say it all you like, but you're still a woman, a lovely looking woman I may add, and you'll be off duty very soon. Don't detective sergeants have a life outside the job?' I asked. She nodded in agreement, her smile wider than ever, but she was already susceptible to my reasoning. I could see it in her eyes, and had seen it within minutes of talking to her. Right round about the time she had asked me for my details, and had stood really close to me as she wrote them in her note book.
Although she was struggling to stay in control of herself, she was growing wetter by the minute. I could smell her pussy, and what a wonderful aroma it was. I wanted to get my tongue, fingers, and cock into the source of that aroma, and the quicker the better. The fact that she was a Detective sergeant only made it all the sweeter for some reason. She looked over her shoulder at the scene behind her, and I awaited her decision, She gave a shrug and looked back at me.
'Okay,' she said simply, adding, 'I must be crazy,' and that was more or less that. 'You'll have to wait until I can wrap things up here. I hope you're patient,' she added, and walked away from me, spoke to some of the other police and detective officers, put her notebook in her jacket pocket and walked back to me.
I watched her as she came, noting her dark hair pulled back in a pony tail, her figure, tall, slim, and well proportioned. She was wearing jeans, straight cut, so not too tight, and a checked shirt under her black jacket. She looked to have minimum of make-up, mascara to accentuate her piercing blue eyes, and maybe a touch of lipstick. Her skin looked lovely, the kind of natural smooth skin that needs no embellishment. What's known in the UK as a peaches and cream complexion. It all added up to make her an extremely attractive woman in my eyes, and I was excited at the possibility of where this may go.
'Okay,' she said, 'coffee. I'd love a coffee, any ideas where, is there a café, or coffee shop close by?'
'Well, my place is just round the corner, you could come back for a coffee there, but I feel it's a bit too early, and maybe too, "forward," on my part just yet,' and she nodded her head agreeing with me. 'There's a coffee shop on the next street. Let's give that a try,' I suggested, and she seemed happy to go along with that.
