I danced or at least did what passed in my mind as danced, but she writhed, squirmed and gyrated.

She held her arms up in that air at one time and just wiggled, then she moaned softly as I kissed beneath her arm,

"I'm very sweaty,"

"I know." I closed my lips over the hairs in her armpit and sucked them into my mouth, while she ground herself wantonly into my cock.

"You're beautiful," she breathed."What's your name?"

I licked all around her armpit and then kissed her, she gasped and sucked her own sweat from my tongue.

"It's Tommy," I whispered as I kissed her throat and turned her around.

"What's yours?"

"Belinda."

She laughed as I cupped her breasts through the sheer, clinging latex and buried my head beneath her other arm.

"Is your cunt as sweaty as your arms Belinda?"

"Yes, Twice as much."

I saw mum watching me and smiling as the black woman slid her hands down over her back and spat into her mouth.

"What about your bottom, is that sweaty too?"

"Fuck yes, it's dripping."

Mum and her new friend moved closer to us and mum flicked her tongue into my ear.

"Do we see each other tonight Tommy, or in the morning?"

Belinda spun round and kissed mum on the mouth as the black women growled and closed her teeth on one of mum's nipples.

"Fuck off," she hissed at Belinda. "This cunt's mine for tonight."

Reaching down between her thighs, I took hold of the two tinkling bells and gave them the gentlest of tugs, pulling her towards me.

With my mouth almost touching hers, I hissed.

"Your cunt for tonight is my mother, if you hurt her in any way that she doesn't like, or mark her, I'll find you and pull these off, got it?"

She looked at me without speaking so I jerked my hand and she yelped.

"Got it, cunt?" I repeated.

"Okay, okay, I got it."

"Good," I smiled at her. "Have a fun night."

Turning to mum, I kissed her and let both the other women see my tongue between her teeth, my hand between her legs, fingers prodding gently at the slight swelling of the dildo embedded in her sweet little cunt.

"See you in the morning," I said softly and taking Belinda by the arm, led her out of the club.

"It has to be your place." I said, "Is that okay?"

"Great, I'll direct you."

As she got into the car, she had to pull the tight dress up over her thighs and I saw the dark hairs on her legs all the way up to the glistening shadow at their juncture.

"Like it?"

"It's gorgeous Belinda, in fact, it's fucking mind-blowing."

"Don't be in a hurry will you, I want it to last a while."

I parked the car where she directed me in the courtyard of a block of flats and opened the door for her to get out.

She swung a foot out and put it on the ground, leaving the other foot in the car and her legs wide apart.

"Feel me Tommy, feel how fucking wet I am."

I ran a hand up between her thighs and touched her slit.

"Fuck Belinda, you're like a swamp."

She purred as I slid two fingers into her wetness and drew them out again, a long string of mucus glistened in the moonlight

"I think I'm going to enjoy this," she said as I held the fingers up between our faces and drew her against me while we each cleaned a finger with our tongues.

"I fucking know I am." I laughed and allowed her to lead me to her flat.

The spacious lounge was beautifully furnished in the modern style with unmatched chairs and sofas, oil paintings hung on the walls and a deep pile carpet covered the whole of the floor.

One end of the room was given over completely to a bar, complete with old fashioned beer pumps and optics on the mirrored panel behind it.

"Would you like me to shower Tommy?" she kissed my neck as I slipped an arm around her waist.

"Why?

"Because I've not had one for three days."

"Oh, Christ."

"I'm very hot and sticky Tommy."

I ran a hand down onto the curves of her bottom and beyond to the hem of her dress.

"This is something new to me Belinda, but it's exciting me, it's dirty and I want it, fucking hell, I want it."

"This is how I like it, Tommy, I'm dirty, sweaty and very fucking horny."

"So am I."

She poked her tongue into my ear as I raised her dress slowly.

"Are you Tommy, are you really?"

"Yes, I've been shopping all day, then I worked in my garden for an hour, I've not had time for a shower."

The dress was over her buttocks now and I eased my hand between them as she nibbled gently at my earlobe.

"I want to lick the sweat from your balls, Tommy."

"Fuck yes." she moved around in front of me and ran both hands up beneath my tee shirt. "I can smell you," she whispered and caressed the sweaty hairs under my arms.

"You smell like a man, a real fucking man. I wanted you to hurt that bitch in the club, I'd have climaxed if you'd ripped those bells from her cunt and made her scream."

I had one leg between hers and she was grinding her cunt down on my thigh.

"Your jeans are rough Tommy, they're making my cunt sore."

A finger found her tiny puckered hole and she gasped as I pushed gently upwards. "I want to fuck you there."

She moaned and buried her face under my arm, her hands scrabbling frantically at the belt of my jeans, my cock sprang free, and I pulled my finger from her anus as we tore each other's clothes off before sinking to the floor.

The aroma of her sex was strong, but not at all unpleasant, in fact, it aroused me even further. I licked from the tip of her swollen clitoris, right through the dripping wetness in between her cunt lips and down to her deliciously tangy little arse hole.

Frantically she twisted beneath me, I groaned with pleasure as her tongue licked between my own legs, it prodded at my anus, then entered and I shuddered.

There was a more acrid flavour to the sweat I lapped at between the cheeks of her bottom, but again, it didn't put me off, I licked, sucked, slurped and swallowed as together our tongues bathed every square inch of each other's body in saliva.

She was true to her word, eagerly licking and sucking at my balls, masturbating me at the same time until she plunged her mouth over my cock and I came with a gush.

Whimpering, she ground her cunt down onto my face as she shook with her own orgasm, I think she lost control of her bladder muscles, or perhaps it was deliberate. I didn't know and I didn't care.

It was mind blowing, she had a finger in my anus and touched something that made my own bladder muscles relax, she too swallowed and gulped still writhing with lust as she emptied herself into my mouth.

Suddenly her mouth left me, and I felt her breasts squashing my still gushing penis, she was bathing in my urine, in fact, we both were. I'd never even dreamt that sex could be like this, no love, no respect, no nothing except sheer undiluted lust, it was dirty, perverse and downright fucking filthy, but I loved every minute of it.

I was still fully erect as I rolled out from under her.

"Now I'm going to shove it right up your fucking arse!” She moaned with delight.

Pushing her onto her back, I mounted her, both hands pulling open the cheeks of her bottom.

"Do it Tommy, fucking shag me," she hissed as I positioned the head of my cock against her rear hole. Slowly I pushed inwards, but she gripped my hips and yanked me forward roughly, it even hurt me for a split second as her tight anal hole resisted, but then it opened and I thrust myself into her.

She screamed and wrapped her legs round my waist as I began to fuck her savagely, each deep thrust bringing a squeal of pleasure from her lips.

She gripped my hair with both hands and pulled my face down to hers, our lips crushed each other's, her teeth dragged my tongue into her mouth, and she grunted as I deliberately spat my saliva into her throat.

"You bastard." she hissed. "You're hurting me, you're fucking raping me you cunt, God yes do it, you fucking dirty bastard, rape me, oh shit it hurts Tommy, it hurts like fucking hell."

We came together again in a lunging, heaving, grunting cacophony of screams and growls, Belinda clinging to me as I jetted spurt after spurt of my hot, creamy spunk into her rectum.

"Tommy, Tommy, wake up lover, you'll have to leave soon, I'm going to work."

I dragged my eyelids apart and found myself looking at a neatly pressed pair of blue serge trousers, she placed the coffee on the bedside table and giggled as I looked in amazement at the rest of her dress.

A heavy leather belt around her waist held a fold-up baton, a two-way radio and a pair of handcuffs, the crisp white shirt had epaulettes on each shoulder with a number that I couldn't see properly and the black cap on her head was decorated with a black and white chequered band.

"Oh my God," I moaned. "I don't believe it."

She laughed again and kissed me on the cheek.

"Come on drink your coffee, even policewomen like to have fun you know."

Driving home after kissing her goodbye, but with her phone number in my pocket, I thought about last night's adventure.

We'd showered together and giggled as we soaped each other all over, then sat in her kitchen drinking coffee while wrapped in towels.

I'd suggested that I went home, but she said, almost shyly considering the wild, kinky sex we'd just indulged in, "I'd rather you come to bed with me, you've fucked me, but now I want you to make love to me."

I did, and it was beautiful, she was warm, wet, willing and loving, we lay in the traditional missionary position and kissed tenderly while she spread her legs wide open and accepted me. There was no grunting or heaving, no expletives or obscenities, just two people in the simple, pleasurable act of making love and pleasing each other.

The only noises were her gentle whimpers as she climaxed with my penis jerking inside her and we kissed again as I held her before dropping to sleep in each other's arms.