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She, Me and My Gun
by wolftras (wolftras@gmail.com)

***

A cop gets cornered by a lady he has been following. 
What follows is sex that is pure mind and psyche 
manipulation. (MF, v, oral, anal, mc)

***

It would appear that this particular event that 
transpired must be told or else I will surely know no 
peace. It is a rather peculiar tale in the sense that 
it is true (though believe me you won't think so). 

The risks, personal and professional, are starkly 
obvious to me. 

----

My name is Joe and I'm a cop. A law abiding law 
enforcer. 

----

We were a three man special investigation unit of whom 
I was the team leader. Our current assignment was to 
unravel a particular pirated movie smuggling racket 
which was flourishing in the shadier areas of the 
cities foreign markets. One of the people involved was 
a certain tight assed West Indian chick.

We had been trailing her for a week now and had not 
been too discrete about it either. Our idea was to 
cause her to panic and then do something stupid. 

She did...

----

I had just finished a long hot shower after a rather 
tiring day on the streets. A few beers and a late 
night movie would be the perfect companion for this 
big boy. 

I heard the doorbell ring. I don't usually have 
visitors. 

Three years on the street as a cop make you a 
naturally suspicious kind of guy. Habit makes me draw 
my gun.

----

I look through the spy hole but don't see anyone. 

"Who's there?" I ask.

"Pizza boy!" Says a voice that is definitely not from 
a boy. At eleven past midnight whoever was out there 
was certainly not delivering pizzas. 

"I didn't order any. Get lost!" says I in what I 
assumed was a threatening voice. 

"I know," says the voice. "Why don't you open up and 
I'll let you have it any way." (Honest to God this is 
just what happened).

Fuck it! I'm a cop... The whole building knows I'm a 
cop... whoever is out there knows I'm a cop... So 
either they are plain ass stupid... Or don't mean to 
blow me away... Yet... 

I hate surprises. I hate being scared more. 

Cocking my gun I say "The door is open, come in."

The door knob turns and in walks... you guessed it... 
The West Indian Chick.

Thoughts began to blur in my head.

She was the bad one and I knew she shouldn't be here. 
She didn't seem armed but... It occurred to me that 
she may have her buddies in the corridor. It also 
occurred to me that... I could see her ass curving out 
of the short red dress.

She looks at me and says "Well! You have been 
following us for a week now... So here I am... wants 
to fuck?" 

And that was that.

Not that she was a striking beauty.

She had ample amounts of whatever it was that women 
should have... Big soft tits straining for release. 
Glowing chocolate skin. Thighs that made you want to 
grab something. Big wide brown eyes that reminded one 
of those Jap cartoon ladies. 

I could imagine her doing anything, anyone and saying 
no to nothing. 
And I mean nothing.

But wow, she had an aura of scintillating perversity 
that hit like a steam engine around six inches below 
my navel.

Now I like only two things in life... Guns... And 
Sex... long, hard, sweaty, oily, screaming, grunting 
scratching clawing intruding sex. Something like that 
is hard to find. And moreover a person who can sustain 
that kind of action over a period of time is rarer 
still.

But this lady, and I could smell it on her, was an 
animal like me, I could feel it.

My mind was making all kind of reasons. I could kill 
her after I fucked her. Plant a gun in her hand... 
makes it look like self-defense... I could agree now 
(to whatever her requests were) screw the hell outa 
her and forget my word later.

What did come out of my mouth was "What about your 
pals outside?" 

I still hadn't lowered my gun. And she had still 
refused to as much as look at it. She was just looking 
around. As casual as can be.

"If they knew that you had been trailing me, I would 
have been dead by now. I am quite expendable. So as 
you can see, I'm here alone "She sat down on the floor 
and resting her head against the wall fixed me with 
those big brown eyes of hers.

What the hell I thought. If she was lying, I was quite 
capable of screwing and shooting at the same time. It 
wouldn't be the first time either.

I asked if she wanted a drink.

She looks me in the eye and says, "Yes, but let me 
serve myself."

Walking up to me (my gun is still in my hands and she 
still refuses to look at it) she undoes my hastily 
wrapped towel and quickly encircles my already 
stiffening member with hands that were unusually 
strong for their size.

From the moment that her fingers touched me I knew 
that this lady had it all. 

Holding me in her hands, she slowly moved closer. I 
could smell her tangy perfume. The rough material of 
her dress rubbed painfully against my sensitive tip. 
She knew it was hurting. My cock throbs in her tight 
little fist. 

Keeping eye contact, she slowly pursed her lips and 
waited. It looked as if she wanted a kiss my mind in a 
whirl, I moved towards her mouth. I wanted to crush 
those full glossy lips. Suddenly, with no warning, she 
began to blow into my nostrils. Her breath was sweet 
and inviting. She knew that as well. 

Somehow that gesture of breathing into me, coupled 
with the closeness of her body and the pressure of her 
palms made me feel as if, on some plane she had just 
entered my body.

I hadn't moved a muscle. The room was so silent I 
could hear my pulse in my head. Still keeping eye 
contact, she placed her hand on my .45 Smith and 
Wesson revolver. 

My muscles tensed and I looked down. The gun (oh my 
God) was still cocked with my finger on the trigger. I 
might have blown my foot off... 

Then I see her finger, working its way into the gun 
barrel.

I look at her. . Her eyes have darkened into a deep 
caramel brown. He pupils are dilated. I realize with a 
shock that it isn't drugs that she is high on. She is 
high on the fact that at any moment I might pull the 
trigger and blow her hand off!! ! 
Shit I was so hard in her hands! 

Slowly she began to move her finger in and out of the 
barrel. In and out and in and out ..... As she finger 
fucked my gun (I still find it amazing) she slowly 
increased pressure between her thumb and fore finger 
around my cock and jerked my cock skin all the way 
back. This had the effect of making my dick swell like 
crazy. She then squeezed with all her fingers and 
slowly directed her prisoner towards the rapidly 
spreading wetness between her thighs. 

I could feel the heat emanating from her body and 
enveloping me through her thin dress. I slowly lowered 
the hammer of my revolver and clicked in the safety. 

She smiled when I did that. She had a lovely mouth 
filled with really pretty white teeth. It didn't 
strike me as very odd at that moment, but her canines 
were pointier in appearance than one was used to.

She reached behind her and undid some peculiar knot. 
Her dress fell away like a bad dream that kept one 
from waking up. 

She gently lowered herself down until she was kneeling 
on the rug in front of me. Extracting her hand from 
the revolver she gently cupped my taut ass and drew me 
closer to her mouth. I expected her to take me into 
her mouth and suck me off. But Oh no! Not this lady. 
Still kneeling and still with my cock grasped in her 
hand (skin pulled back tight) she took her free hand 
away from my ass and slowly inserted her first finger 
into her mouth. 

So there we were, me standing she kneeling. Both of us 
naked. My cock throbbing in her hand and she sucking 
off her finger. This went on for a few moments. 

I dropped my gun and placed my hand on her shoulder, 
content to let her take the lead for now. 

She pulled her finger, now slick with saliva, out of 
her mouth and looked up at me. Keeping eye contact 
(she was quite fond of that), she curved her wet 
finger around my body. She found my opening and 
firmly, though very gently, pushed her slim finer into 
my butt and into my body. 

Only then, while she began to finger fuck me, did she 
spit on my dick, wetting the it till some dripped off 
onto her thighs. She then opened her mouth wide, and 
smoothly guided my now rather engorged cock deep into 
her mouth. She didn't stop until the all of me was 
pushed up against the back of her throat. 

I must confess that I was now quite ready to blow my 
load but some degree of control and pride demanded 
that I hang on. So hang on I did. While she used an 
arcane combination of erotic psychology and physiology 
to drive me crazy. 

A few moments later she really began to suck me off. 
Hard slurping wet movements that were turning my legs 
to Jell-O. This coupled with her finger in my ass was 
the most amazing feeling I had ever experienced. 

I didn't know how much longer I could hold out and I 
grunted out that I was close to giving her my 
personalized welcome drink. She didn't seem to take 
notice but actually increased the pace of her ass 
fucking and the ball squeezing that was already 
underway while she sucked and slurped me to the 
Promised Land. 

I felt the cum rising up toward the point of no cum 
back! I yelled out in pleasure and blasted my 
appreciation into her mouth. I came and came and she 
drank and drank. Every last drop. 

I slowly crumpled to the floor near her, gasping for 
breath that seemed insufficient irrespective of how 
much I pulled into my system. 

----

When I opened my eyes, I found her next to me, feet 
tucked into her side like a coy kitten. There was a 
bit of pearly white stuff on the corner of one her 
mouth. She waited for me to focus on it and then stuck 
out a pink tongue and licked it off. 

Smiling at me she asked, "Nice?"

Her voice was warm friendly and sounded like a 
heartfelt laugh was just a moment away. 

"Very!" I said. "Will you stay tonight?"
 
"Of course! We have yet to get down to fucking?" was 
her reply, said with a mischievous glint in those warm 
brown eyes. "What's for dinner? Or have you already 
eaten" She asked. 


And that was how it all started. 

To be continued?

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously 
consider seeking professional help.
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