Cops and Pushers Ch. 03

Hal walked into the A and E department of the hospital. As usual on a Friday night it was full to bursting with the walking wounded. He slipped past them and through the doors to the ICU.

"Can I help?" A nurse asked.

Hal showed his warrant card.

"I was wondering if the young man who was brought in yesterday evening had woken up yet?

"No. I think we were to let you know when he did".

"Yes, I was just passing and dropped in on the off chance".

"Sorry, but we will let you know".

"Thanks".

With that, Hal turned and went back the way he had come.

"Hello," said a voice as he walked out into the street.

Hal turned to see the receptionist from the morning.

"Hello," he replied, "on your break?"

"Yes. I have to get out into the fresh air and away from all that," she said hooking a thumb back towards the department.

"Must be stressful."

"It is. Look, I am sorry I was a bit short this morning, I should have left at eight but staff shortages and all that..."

"No problem, I can handle it".

"Why are you here anyway?"

"At a loose end, thought I would look in on the mystery man".

"No one waiting at home?"

"No one".

"I know how that feels. Tell you what".

"What?"

"To make up for me being a moody cow this morning, I'll let you buy me breakfast. There's a nice little cafe just round the corner".

Hal smiled at her, she smiled at Hal.

"Go on then," he said, "I'll see you at eight".

* * * *

The function was going well, the buffet had been eaten and the champagne had been drunk. People had started to dance to the music played by the trio on the little stage that had been set up to one side of the room.

Crispin was satisfied that his party had proved successful and decided it was time to leave the young ones to play.

"Alexis, my dear," he said to his companion for the evening, "please come with me".

He took her by the hand and led her discreetly through the open door of the room.

"Are you taking me home already?" She asked.

"No, I am taking you to my room."

Crispin had booked a room for the night. He had been looking forward to bedding his 'bride' from the moment he had first seen her earlier that evening.

He led her up the stairs to the first floor and along the corridor.

"Here we are," he said as he used a key card to unlock the door.

He ushered her in.

"This is nice," she said in an impressed tone.

"I am glad that you find it acceptable," he replied.

He closed the door behind them and led her to the king size bed that occupied one end of the room.

"Please kneel on the bed," he told her.

She climbed onto the bed and knelt on all fours, her bum facing him.

"Move back a little my dear," he told her.

She shuffled back so her knees were on the edge.

"Perfect," he said softly as he lifted the hem of her full length gown up over her back.

"Ah, that is nice," he said as he took in the sight of her naked vagina.

"I didn't put panties on, just like I was told," she said to him.

"I like a girl who does as she is told," Crispin responded.

She let out a little cry of surprise as she felt something warm enter her.

"Oh, that is nice, so nice," said Crispin as he pushed his erection inside the nineteen-year-old whore.

"Oh, you are big," she told him.

Margot had told her to say that to men, she said it made them feel good about themselves, but this one really was big, probably the biggest she had ever taken.

"And you are so wet," he replied.

She had put a generous amount of lube inside herself earlier on. Some men, like this one, liked to get straight on with things and she didn't want to be dry when they did.

Crispin took his time, pulling out and pushing in slowly, taking great pleasure at the sensation of his cock being squeezed by her tight cunt. He could control his ardour, never getting 'all steamed up' as he described men who could not.

He held her by her slim waist, his long bony fingers digging into her ever so slightly.

Lexi was starting to enjoy herself, not something that happened very often. She was used to being used, fucked hard and fast, never getting aroused, but this old man was different, he was taking her forcefully but carefully, not hurting her despite his length and girth.

"You are such a good girl," he told her, "letting me do this to you."

"I am yours, my lord," she replied, "to do with as you wish".

Margot had instructed her to respond in a servile way with this one, but she actually felt that he owned her.

"I can give you everlasting life," he told her, immersing himself in the character he was playing.

"To be with you forever?" She asked in the tone of a supplicant.

"Yes," he answered.

He kept his thrusting at the same pace and force for another five minutes, then he stopped, his cock buried in her up to the hilt.

"Oh!" She exclaimed as she felt his member expand a little.

Then it shrank as it expelled his seed into her.

"My bride." he said softly as he spent himself.

He pulled out and sat down in the armchair that was beside the bed. She fell forward onto the bed, her vagina pulsing ever so slightly, making her feel good.

"Alexis, my dear," he said after a minute or so, "please prepare yourself for bed".

She climbed off the bed. Crispin pointed to a door at the side of the room. Assuming it was the bathroom, Lexi walked towards it.

* * * *

Sharon stood at the imposing iron gates, a little afraid. A rusty screeching sound filled the air as one of the gates slowly opened. Sharon walked through it.

An owl hooted, a fox barked. Sharon looked about her, all was still.

She walked along a weed covered path, carefully avoiding brambles that put tendrils in her way.

She came to a pair of huge heavy doors, took hold of a large knocker in the shape of a bat and let it drop.

One of the doors opened and a rush of cold air came out from within. She shivered but she passed into the house beyond the doors.

A tall woman in a long black dress was standing a short distance from her and she walked forward.

"You came then," the woman said to her.

"I had to," she replied.

The woman took her hand and led her to a huge bed that was nearby. Sharon climbed onto it.

The woman climbed up next to her and put her lips to Sharon's. She felt a long pointed tongue probe her mouth.

Sharon felt her insides melt as the woman's hands moved over her body.

The woman took her lips from Sharon's and moved down the bed.

"Oh yes." Sharon moaned softly as she felt the woman push her pointed tongue inside her.

Sharon experienced an intense orgasm from the oral servicing she received from the woman, her back arching, her legs stiffening, her fingers digging into the bed.

"AH FUCK!" Shouted Kevin.

Sharon awoke at his shout.

"What?!"

"You dug your nails in me!" He cried, "look, blood!"

"Oh Kev, I am so sorry, I must have been having a nightmare".

"Bloody odd nightmare Shaz," he replied, "look at the sheet".

The sheet beneath her ass was soaked with her juice.

"I'll get a towel to put down," he told her, "and put a plaster on my arm".

* * * *

Saturday began early for Hal. He was up before seven, showering and shaving, putting on a neatly pressed shirt and making sure his shoes were polished.

"Jesus, Taylor," he said to himself, "it's breakfast in a scabby cafe, you're not taking her to Paris".

But he was excited, all the same.

* * * *

Saturday began with a slap on the cheek for Dougal.

"Wake up slug!" Were the first words he heard that morning.

He opened his eyes and looked up. Stella was standing over him wearing a black leather bra and panties, her hair pulled back in a severe pony tail.

"Oh, it's you," he said in a surprised voice.

"Get up!" She shouted.

Dougal pushed back the duvet and swung his legs out of the bed. Stella produced a black leather collar, fastened it around his neck and clipped a lead onto it.

"Come with me," she said sternly, yanking on the lead.

Dougal stood up and followed her out of the bedroom. She led him across the hallway and into the room opposite.

"Get on there," she told him, indicating an examination table in the middle of the room, a set of stirrups fitted at one end.

Dougal climbed up onto the table and settled on his back. He put his feet in the stirrups, and opened his legs, exposing his puckered ring.

"Now stay still," Stella told him, pulling on the lead again as she looked into his eyes.

"Yes mistress," he replied.

Stella climbed up onto the table facing him. She shuffled forward, putting her knees either side of his head.

"Do you know what your mistress wants?" She asked as she undid the ties either side of her skimpy panties.

He nodded.

She pulled the leather garment away from her body, revealing her jet black bush and her outer lips, then she lowered herself onto this face.

"Mmmmph," was the sound made as he felt the weight of her on him.

He pushed his tongue between her labia and wiggled it around, pushing it as deep into her as he could.

"Good slug," she whispered as she started to grind down on him.

Dougal was having trouble breathing and he knew his best chance of survival was to make his wife climax before she suffocated him. He found her clitoris with his tongue and began to stimulate it.

"Oh yes, good slug," she said softly as she felt it.

Dougal worked away on her for five minutes before she started to come and when she did it got worse for him, her juice flowed freely and he started to worry about drowning.

"Oh God Dougal!" She cried, "oh my God! Oh my FUCKING GOD!"

Her back arched and she threw her head back as she experienced as strong an orgasm as ever she had had.

"Grrrmmphh," was the sound that came from him as the sopping wet cunt pinned to his mouth wriggled from side to side.

Eventually Stella calmed and knelt back, giving Dougal some breathing space. He coughed, emitting some saliva and ejaculate from his mouth.

"You are a good slug," Stella told him, getting back into character, "now I shall reward you".

"Yes mistress," he replied, "thank you mistress".

Stella climbed off the table and went over to a cupboard standing on one side of the room. She picked up a pair of nitrile examination gloves and put them on, then she squeezed a generous amount of lube from a tube over the middle and index fingers of her right hand.

A concerned look appeared on his face.

"Two fingers, mistress?" he asked in a worried tone.

"I have told you before," she replied to him in a stern voice, "mistress finds it a little uncomfortable using just one finger".

"Yes mistress, sorry mistress".

Dougal sucked in his breath as he felt her digits against his bum-hole.

"It would be better for you if you relax," she told him.

Dougal tried to do as he was told.

"Relax," she told him again as she pushed the ends of her fingers inside him.

"I am trying mistress," he replied, "I really am trying".

"Ooooh, fuuck," he groaned as she pushed further in, filling his back passage with her long slender fingers.

"There, all the way in," she said as she reached the top knuckles.

She wiggled her fingers about a little and then pulled them back halfway.

"Now," she said to him, "do you want them to go in again or not?"

"In again," he whispered.

"Louder".

"In again".

"In again, what?"

"In again please mistress".

"Like this?" She asked as she shoved her fingers back up him forcefully.

She repeated the action several times, finger fucking her husband in his ass.

"Oh fucking hell!" He cried out while she was doing this.

Suddenly a rope of thick white spunk shot from his twitching cock and striped his chest and stomach, followed by another, and a third.

"Wow!" Exclaimed Stella as she saw the result of her stimulation of Dougal's prostate.

"Oh mistress," moaned Dougal as she slowly drew her fingers out of him.

* * * *

"Hi," Hal called when he saw the receptionist walk out of the hospital.

"Hi," she called back, giving him a little wave.

"Hal," he said putting out his hand.

"Julie," she replied, taking it and giving it a shake.

"Breakfast?"

"Yes, breakfast".

He took her arm, folded his arm around it and they walked away from the hospital.

* * * *

Saturday began for Sharon with a shower. Her dream had left her sweaty and swimming in her own ejaculate. She cleaned herself thoroughly, perhaps a little too thoroughly, she reflected as she towelled herself dry, the memory of the dream lingering with her.

"You okay Shaz?" Kevin asked as she wandered back into their bedroom.

"Yes, I'm fine," she replied. "Will you strip the bed and wash the linen?"

"Sure".

She walked over to the bed and pulled back the duvet. Her husband was lying on his back, his fingers wrapped around his penis which was semi-erect.

"Last evening not enough for you?" She asked, smiling down at him.

"The thought of you having what was obviously a sex dream just turns me on".

Sharon reached down and replaced his hand with hers. She began to rub his now stiff penis, peeling back his foreskin to expose his bulbous glans.

"Ooh, nice," he said as she wanked him.

"He's a little dry".

"Yes".

Sharon swirled her mouth, building up some saliva then she parted her lips and dribbled a stream of it down over his cock head.

"Oh fuck, that is so nice," he told her as she rubbed her spit over his glans and down his shaft.

Sharon made a fist around him and squeezed. Then she sped up, wanking him rapidly.

"Oh yes," he moaned, "that is perfect. Don't stop. Please don't stop".

Sharon kept going despite her arm getting a little tired.

"Oh Sharon. Oh baby. I love you".

He closed his eyes, his legs went stiff, his toes curled and he started to give little thrusts upwards. Sharon smiled, she knew what was about to happen.

"Uuuuuuuh!" He grunted.

A streamer of white appeared from the little hole at the end of his cock, it reached up into the air several inches and then landed on his chest. It was quickly followed by three more, not quite as big and powerful, but enough to coat his stomach.

"There we go," she said as she looked at her husband's cum covered torso.

She took her hand away and went back to the bathroom to wash her it, leaving Kevin to wallow in his own mess, a very wide smile of satisfaction on his face.

* * * *

Hal and Julie washed their full English breakfasts down with mugs of tea.

"Not bad," Hal said as he swallowed the last mouthful.

"Agreed," said Julie, "maybe we should call in here again."

"Maybe we should".

"So, have you always been a copper?" Julie asked.

"Services for ten years, then I joined the force".

"Got long to go?"

"A couple of years, but I thought I might stay on".

"You like it then".

"Yes. How about you? Always been a receptionist?"

"No. I was in social care, but I left".

"Why?"

"Let's just say the aftercare was not as caring as I thought it should be".

Hal decided not to press her on her comment, things were going well and he wanted it to stay that way.

"What are your plans for the day?" He asked as he got up to go and pay the bill.

"Home for a good sleep, then catch up on some house work, go food shopping etcetera".

"Here," said Hal as he gave her his card, "maybe you might call when you want to meet up again".

"Maybe I will. Walk me to the bus stop?"

"Why don't I drive you home?" He asked, smiling at her.

"Yes, why don't you," she said smiling back.

* * * *

"Right, I'm off to work,"Sharon told Kevin as she walked towards their front door, "will you be in when I get back?"

"Should be, I only have a few cases to go through and it is the weekend after all".

* * * *

"Morning everyone," Hal said as he walked into the incident room.

"Boss," came the collective reply.

As it was Saturday, only three desks were occupied, none of which was Sharon's.

"Where's Phipps?" Hal asked.

"Apparently meeting you at the crime scene," a young DC replied.

"Ah, right, thank you Perkins," Hal said.

He turned and left.

* * * *

Saturday started at ten-thirty for Rebecca. Having worked at 'Alligators' until three, she had only got to bed at four. She woke up, yawned, pushed back her duvet and climbed out of bed. She opened the door of her room and walked along the corridor to the bathroom of the house in which she lodged.

"Good morning!" Came a call from downstairs.

"Morning Magda!" She called back.

* * * *

Saturday started at ten-thirty for Crispin and Lexi too. Crispin awoke and smiled at the feeling of the warm young woman he was spooning.

"Good morning my dear," he whispered into Lexi's ear as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly to him.

"Mmmmph, morning," she replied sleepily.

"Would you like some sausage?" He asked.

"Is there a choice?"

"Not really".

"I need to pee first".

He took his arms away and she slipped out from under the duvet. He smiled at the sight of her tight little ass wiggling as she walked to the bathroom.

"I had better put more of this on," she said to herself as she took the tube of lube from her wash bag after she had emptied her bladder and wiped herself.

She squeezed a generous amount of the viscous liquid inside herself and rubbed it on her outer lips, then she swilled her hands and went back into the bedroom.

"Come here, my lovely," Crispin said, lifting the duvet.

She slipped back under it, facing him.

"Turn around," he told her.

She did as she was told.

He kissed her softly on her back whilst manipulating his large erection into position.

"Ready?" He asked.

"Yes," she replied.

He pushed.

"Nnnnnh!" She grunted softly as she felt his length and girth stretch her and fill her.

"Good girl," he whispered in her ear as he pulled her tightly to him again.

As he had the previous night, Crispin moved slowly and purposefully, pulling nearly all the way out and then pushing in to the hilt.

Lexi began to become aroused, she knew what to expect now and relaxed, letting the feeling of being emptied and filled over come her.

Crispin was enjoying himself immensely.

"Margot has done me proud with this one," he thought to himself as he fucked the teenage whore. "I shall have her again".

Six minutes later, he let out a huge sigh as his cock throbbed and expelled the contents of his balls into Lexi's now pulsing cunt.

A similar sound left her mouth as she experienced the most gentle yet satisfying orgasm of her young life.

"Oh Alexis my dear," he told her, "you are an angel".

"And you are an old devil," she replied, smiling.

* * * *

Hal pulled his car into the lay-by and stopped behind Sharon's. He got out and walked to where she was standing, casting around, looking for clues.

"Anything?" He asked.

"Not really, boss," she replied, "couple of tyre marks, but they could be from anytime".

"Let's take a look in the trees," he told her, "maybe he wasn't left in the road, maybe he was beaten up in the wood and made it to the road looking for help".

* * * *