My name is Seth Boscorelli, my friends call me "Bosco." I'm a Deputy Sheriff, at one of the largest agencies in Florida. I would like to say, I love the job, yet I really don't. The culture of the world and hatred for the police, has made a once "Proud calling" into a job. No longer are the men and women that wear the uniform, going above and beyond. Now society dedicates they do the bare minimum, so they don't step over that blurred line and be the next cop caught on some 15 second cell phone video, which only showed the "Money Shot."

Yea, nearly sixteen years working the streets, driving the green and white to calls, day in and day out. I've always had the attitude of, if you ask me my opinion, then I'll give it to you. FYI, that's not the smartest way,when working for a government agency. That has allowed me to stay where I'm at, while other less qualified people make rank or move into better potions. I've been to Internal Affairs, so many times, I think I have a chair with my name on it.

But, you know what, I wouldn't want it any other way. With my colorful history, the past few years have me working the midnight shifts, 1800-0600 hours, or 6:00 PM-6:00 AM. This will keep me out of trouble, my Lt said when it came time to bid for the year. sixteen years on, puts me as the senior deputy on the squad, not that it gives me a lot of perks. The one thing it allows is, I can work the slowest zone in the district.

For most cops, they would spend the shift just sitting under a tree doing jack, in their slow zone. I'm the nomad of the  squad and go wherever I want during the shift. This allows me to work the hot calls, ignoring the "boring" calls, and hanging out with my friends. Friends, really they're the reason I come to work, to hang out with them. Let me tell you what, at 0400 hours, you need your friends to kept you sane.

Getting  older in my age and career, I've found I've gravitated to the women on the squad. It was never for anything sexual, but more of a big brother, teacher and protector. I am always making sure they aren't down any reports, had their meal break or at 0300  hours, just need a nap or someone to talk to.

My current squad, I have four women on it, Faith: who is like me, just in the female version and gay. Kim: is a few years younger in life, and on the job with me; has a wonderful marriage to a Lieutenant in the office. Sasha and Maritza: both came out of the academy at the same time and both in their early twenties. Maritza is a typical twenty something Spanish girl. five foot four inches, one hundred and twenty-five pounds.  Maritiza has delicate features, tan caramel macchiato complexion, dark brown almond eyes and always has a slight scent of lavender. Sasha was a five foot two inches, ninety-eight pounds fire cracker, long brown hair, little B cups, with an attitude to match. Her attitude and wiliness to learn from me, made me lean towards her, but that is a whole different story. No matter how much, I tried and other people tried, we could not talk her out of marrying Carlos.
 

Being a female cop,  your mostly friends with only the other women on your squad, or in this case with your class mate. Over the weekend, I noticed on Sasha's Facebook, she had taken down all the pictures and posting of her and Carlos. When I asked her about it at roll call, she just said she get with me later.

Great, that explained allot, being their wedding was T-minus two weeks away. Not like anyone that knew her, would mind. He was a typical Spanish prick male, control freak, womanizer, and pretty much horrible boy friend. Hell, he hooked up with Sasha while his then current wife was pregnant.

Now, don't give me crap about the Spanish male remark. Both my parents immigrated from the Dominican Republic, and I'm a proud Spanish girl.

Gezz, the shift started out balls to the walls busy from the opening bell. It took me about three hours, to get with Sasha.

As I pulled up along side of her, she waved me off, so I didn't pull up next too her. She then got out of her car, and had me step out.

"Maritza, you won't believe what fucking happened to me this weekend," she said as I got out of my Dodge Charger.

Seems when she got home Friday morning, she found Carlos had left his computer messenger service up. No big deal, until she looked at the message he had with some guy, he had met on Craigslist. Seemed he was making plans to hook up, for a blow and go.

"Not really shocking, Sasha look what he has done in the past," I said in the most compassionate voice I had.

"Is the wedding still on?"

"I know someone on the squad, who would like to hear it's not." I tried to say that while hiding my smirk.

"Well, I'm not sure," they way she said it, the slight smirk on her face, and my keen cop sense; made me think she was holding something back.

"What could possible, keep you still waiting to marry him?"

"God, he was planning on getting a blow job from a dude." That would make it a no go for me.

Leaning against the hood of her car, Sasha took a sip from her Star Bucks and let me have one of those smiles only girls give, when they are about to tell something dark and secretive.

"Remember, when Bosco was going through his IA stuff?" putting her drink down.

"When they were looking to fire him, a few months ago?" I said.

"Yea that time," Her hands folded in front of her here.

"Well, that afternoon, I went to his house, and when I got there he was sleeping in bed." She looked at me with a spark in her eye, like she didn't have when she told me she got engaged.

"I didn't want to wake him, but then I didn't want to get in his bed with clothes on, I striped down to my bra and panties, and got into bed with him." 

I couldn't believe one of my BFF had kept this from me for so long.

"And!" was the only thing I seemed to muster to say.

"Well, one thing lead to another, and we fucked for a bit, and then he made love to me."

"Get this, after are shower together, he made me food," she said this so easily and her face only turned a shade or two of red.

"Wait one second, in the  shower Carlos dad remolded for Bosco?"

My radio tones up and the dispatcher calls 3B56, 3B26 are dispatched to a battery in progress. Fuck, right when she started to get into the juicy details.

I had spent the past two months, trying to get Sasha to call off the wedding to Carlos; even after she found him trying to cheat on her, she still was on board. Granted the cheating thing, was null and void, after our little afternoon bliss.

An outdoor wedding in February, what could be wrong with that in Florida, other than it was in the low forties. No date for it either, I thought to myself as I got dressed. Most of the people I all ready knew, so slim pickings when it came to picking someone up. Granted, Jessica one of the bridesmaids, was a tad on the "Ho" side, I wouldn't mind being one of her numbers.

A simple black linen pants, shirt, tie, and jacket. My trusty Glock in the back, and flask of Captain in my pocket, what more could a man ask for.

Here I was going solo to one of my BFF weddings, after breaking up with my boyfriend of four years, a few weeks earlier. Why did I break up with him again, I thought as I went through my closet. Ohh that's right, he has a dead-end job, and doesn't support me in mine. Or, was it because for the past two freaking weeks, all I've thought of, was the conversation I had with Sasha about Bosco.

For over an hour, she told me all the intimate details about her three-hour pleasure cruise she took with him. Details, details like how big his cock is, how he great of a lover he is. How they started out fucking, until she had an orgasm, and then he would make sweet love to her, holding her until she was calm again. The many positions they tried out. How at the end, he held her and they talked until they drifted off to sleep.

Fuck, my panties were wet the last two hours of my shift that night. 

 And now, here I was getting dressed for a wedding, praying he would be there alone.

As a cop, you find you only talk with your click. Even if there are other cops in the room, you pretty much don't talk with them. That's how it happened  on that cold wedding day, I was standing by the front area o the reception hall. Sipping on a just as cold Captain and Coke.

At first, I didn't realize who it was when she walked in, being she looked so different out of uniform and with her hair down. But walking into the wedding reception area, was Maritza, and man did she look good. As she took off her knee-length coat, she exposed her  black and white sleeveless dress, which stopped about 4" above her knees. The cut was low enough, to show off her perky C cups. She was tight and tone in all the right places.

Now being a sucker for women in high heels, I worked my way to her feet, and saw she was wearing black 4" heels, and her slender legs were in black stockings.

Our eyes caught, as I gave her a smile and approving nod. She smiled back, and gave me one of those innocent smiles girls of her age give, with a slight blush to go with it.

God, he looked so irresistible standing there with all are friends. Seeing him out of uniform was change of pace. Only in my vivid imagination, had he been anything other than in uniform.  Black linen pants, dress shirt/tie, and jacket, I wonder if he was packing anything other than his enormous cock (per Sasha). I couldn't help but blush, when he smiled at me.

What was happening to me, I had never looked at him in that light. He was more the "Old salty cop", who took care of "his kids" as he put it. I'm thinking of him all the time, and it's not thinking about pina coladas and long walks in the rain. It's more like having him fuck me like an animal until I cum, and then making love to me until I fall asleep in his arms. Then for the first time in my young life, having him get up and making me a sandwich.  

As the couples first dance, the group started to break up, and those with dates started to hit the dance floor. Then I noticed her at the bar, drifting over I said Hi, and complemented her on her looks. A slight head nod to the dance floor, got her to extend her hand towards me, and off we went.

Any cop worth his salt, will tell you, rumors spread like wild-fire in the rank and file of a precinct of cops. If you talk to a woman cop, it's assumed your fucking her. It doesn't matter if either one is married, it's assumed you two are fucking. Based on that, I made sure to keep my hands above her hips, while we danced, and didn't linger after the dance.

But God, she felt great in my arms, and her perfume was tantalizing. I could justified holding her near, being it was so cold out, and she was shivering.

I was enamored with him, when he pointed to the dance floor and more so when he put his arms around me. I'm not sure why, but as soon as his arms wrapped around me, pulling me in, I felt an over whelming wave of relieve. Even though it was forty degrees out, suddenly I was flush with warmth.

Being he is about a foot taller than I'm, it was easy for me to put my head on his chest and snuggle into him. God, why won't he put his hands on my ass. Go ahead and feel it, I've done a ton of buns of steel work out, and it's showing.

I was melting into him, when the song ended. He pointed me to the bar, ignoring my hand I put out for him to hold. What the fuck was that about!


A few drinks at the bar and soon I had her sipping out of my flask.

Soon, a nice slow Spanish song started to play.

"Ohh I love that one," she said as she pulled me off to the dance floor.

The song was a slow one, which had the lights dip down low. 

No one would see, so when her hands wrapped around my back of my neck and she snuggled in  close to me, I didn't step back. Her perky C cups were rubbing against me, as we danced. When I looked down, I could tell her nipples were hard as rocks and poking through her dress. I wondered if it was the cold or the embrace we where sharing.

It was bold and aggressive time, as one of my hands left her waist and slowly slid down her ass, caressing it as I went. A squeeze of her tight little ass. A slight moan escaped her lips as she nuzzled herself tighter on me. To soon, the song was down and the lights came on.

The way she lifted her eyes and smiled, was all the answer I needed to know she wished the song was longer too.
A quick look at my watch, and I knew we had about an hour and half left of this.

God, it was about time, he allowed his hands to wander and feel up my ass.

I pulled him to the corner of the bar, and he was able to wrap one arm around my waist; I could then snuggly into his embrace. If anyone asked, I could just say we were trying to keep warm. Lucky for us, there were no detectives in the bunch, so they would believe us.

As we talked and drank, I could feel him rubbing his  hard cock into my bum.  Needless to say, I would wiggle and push back into him.

Ok, I wasn't sure what was going on here, with her. But I sure wasn't going to say anything. Granted this was a delicate situation, being we did work together. But, her ass felt so good in my hand. I  soon noticed the back of her dress was riding up, from are little dance. When I looked down, I saw the top of her thigh high stockings and the straps of a garter belt. I had to bite my lip, at the little minx that was in my arms

Her perfume was more intoxicating to me, then the Captain.

At this time, I noticed the bride walking to the bar, and the groom stumbling behind her.

I whispered into her ear,  "How much fucking do you think those two will have the tonight?"

"I hope allot, Sasha been holding him off the past several  week," she said.

"Why?"

I thought it be fun, to let him on that I knew about his little afternoon with Sasha.

Turning around into him and whispering in his ear, "She might be prego!"

"You have any idea who might be the papa?"

Now, I've only known Bosco for less than two years, but in that time, I've seen him in a bunch of different situations, and in non of them have I seen him get so red. I tickled him in the ribs, as I turned away from him.

With a red face, I tried to recover "Then he better sober up, being he is stumbling all over the place."

I had to whisper to her, being a group of people, we did not know had taken up space next to us

Needless to say, the Captain, being held by him and the small talk about sex, had gotten me in the mood. I leaned back into him and put my head on his shoulders, and whispered to him, "Sex, I haven't been fucked in weeks, and I miss a good tongue on my kitty."

What did she just say to me, was that an open invitation? I could feel her breath on my neck and the good bumps on her arms.

Well, two can play with this game, young lady!

As I pulled her in tighter to me, I whispered to her, "God I love the taste of a woman's sweetness, on my lips."

I felt her pretty much just melt into my arms, as her body went limp.

God, the way he just said that, sent my kitty into over-drive, never had I wanted someone so bad.

I was able to reach back and grabbed his cock.

I mumbled, "I want this!"

Being there was still about an hour of the wedding to go, and they still had not cut the cake.

I figured it  would be rude of the two of us to leave for the night. "Lets go," as I grabbed her hand and started to walk out of the reception hall.

Thank God, I do not believe in driving a Prius or other small car, but instead drive a Ford F250 Crew Cab, with remote start. I figured the five minutes it would take us to make it across the parking lot, the 7.3 litter Power Stroke should have the cab some what warmed up for us.
 

Was I really doing this, as he led me out of the reception hall, into the dark.

As we made it across the dark parking lot, I felt his hand go down my dress and started to caress my ass.

Oh my, his hand was underneath my dress and we got the first skin on skin contact. as he started to rub it. 

Her ass cheeks covered in goose bumps as my hand roomed over it. When I got to her ass crack, and started to trace my hand upwards, I discovered she was wearing a G-string. A slight moan escaped my lips when I found this.

God, his hand felt so good on my ass, as he found my tiny G-string, I couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

As we finally made it to my truck, I pushed her up against it, for the first time since starting this little dance, the two of us were eye to eye. I could see the lush and desire in her eyes. Her normal caramel complexion had taken on a red tone, and her voice was now soft and oh so sweet.

"One word, yes or no?" is all I asked her.

Here we were, up to three hours ago, we had never even talked about anything sexual, we had not even kissed tonight, my hand nor my mouth had tasted her sweet young Spanish kitty, and most likely in the next few minutes that was all to change.

Damn, I loved how forcefully he was with me. Pushing me up against the truck, now that's something I didn't expect from him.

So, he wants either a yes or no, well I'll raise that with a kiss.

So, I pulled him into me and kissed him on the lips for the first time.

Si, pappy, I said with  a slight Spanish accent.

Reaching behind myself, I was able to open the door, and then jumped in.

Being a proper young woman, I seductively worked my way to the other side of the truck, while keeping my legs closed.


Here I was at a cross roads, I had several choices I had to make in the next few seconds: To just straight up fuck her, getting off, and maybe she does, or fuck her long enough and well enough we both get off, or third and final choice: just go down on her, licking her, sucking her and getting her to cum as many times as she can. The added benefit of the third option, was it probably make her more in heat and wanting more later tonight. 

As I straddled her, one hand slid up her smooth stocking clad legs, parting them as they went to the Spanish kitty, which was purring my name.

I don't think in my young life, have I ever needed to get off so bad, like I did in that moment. As we both leaned in for a kiss, my tongue slipped past his lips and started to go down his throat.

I felt his hand running up my leg, so I slipped a hand down to the hem of my dress and pulled it up, raising my hips to get it past my waist.

Wow, this Spanish kitty was ready and wanting, she just pulled her dress up, exposing all of herself to me.
My eyes saw at that moment, the holy land, which consisted of black lace garter belt, thigh highs and G-string.

"I want to taste you now, and make you cum, later I want to make love to you all night." Pretty much the only thing I could think of.

Hmm, that just made me wet, and my legs were parting like the red sea.

Small moans escaped my lips, as I felt his fingers traced their way up my  inner thighs.

Soon, I felt him tracing his way along the edge of my panties, soaked in honey.

The air inside the truck smelled like sex, which was an over coming aphrodisiac, for us both.  My 7" throbbing cock, was straining to get out and was leaving a wet spot on the front of my linen pants.

There is something so sexy, about rubbing/touching a woman kitty, when it's still in her panties. Like Xmas and you're opening gifts. Gently I would rub her clit, and then trace my way down her slit, pushing her panties into her anxious and hungry kitty. Being it was a G-string, by the third or fourth time down to the bottom of her kitty, the panties had pushed into her kitty, which allowed me to feel her for the first time.

I've never had such a patient lover then him. Slowly, the first knuckle of his middle finger slipped into my lips. My kitty was so wet, there was no need for to worry about hurting me

Then the second knuckle, the moans escaping my lips told him I approved of it.

With a partial finger inside of her the palm of the same hand started to rub on her clit, as the finger curled up and started to massage her G-Spot.

Even with me laying on top of her, her bucking hips, moans, and heavy breathing told me she was getting close. The flood of honey, which soaked my hand and her panties, told me she had cummed.

God damn, the sweet explosion of an orgasm, and my panties hadn't come off yet.

As I reached up and started to nibble on his neck, when he brought his honey covered fingers to my mouth. I reached out and took one into my mouth and sucked it clean.

To show him who was in charge, I pushed the other honey covered finger into his mouth.

No woman before or since will ever say, I'm afraid of eating her out and tasting her.

So, when she pushed my finger into my mouth, I sucked on it, like a jolly rancher.

By now, she had scooted herself up against the side of the door and was reaching for my cock, which I swatted away "your pleasure only for now, my sweet."

Had he really just pushed me away from his cock? I was in heaven. 
He slid my panties down with ease.

A loud moan escaped my lips, as I held them to my nose and breathed it all in; handing them to her.
I positioned myself between her legs and started to kiss my way up her thighs. It was paradise by parking lot light.

I parted my legs just enough more to show off my kitty.

Here she was, totally exposed, her sex was in plan view, her lips and sides smooth, with a small strip on top. Just the way I love my kitty.

What's the odds of that, most woman of her age, go for the shaved smooth route.

"I heard you like it like this," as I  pushed his head down my still hungry kitty.


I attacked her eager kitty, licking my way up and down her wet slit, probing her hole with my tongue, rubbing my nose into her. The more she moaned and bucked around the more I did. Finally settling on her clit. Exposing her clit with one hand, while the other hand slid a finger or two it her honey pot. I sucked on her clit, until her small moans, whimpering and finger nails in my head told me she was about to cum.

I don't think, I've had such strong forcefully oral sex before this.

His two fingers started to jack hammer my kitty, and the other hand started to forcefully rub my clit.

Her loud scream broke the still of the night, as she soaked my hand in her orgasm.
 

God, that was amazing, I was thinking to myself, as he  pulled me into him and held on to me, until I returned from this magic carpet ride.

Still holding my wet panties, I unzipped his fly, reached into his briefs and left them next to his cock and balls.
I'll get these later!