
     Just a story about a fed up ex-cop.  No 
copyrights, no non-commercial
Warnings- do what ever you want with it.   If are 
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Keywords:  Mdom, m/f, m/fff, ws, oral

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Enjoy;
Freddy





     Dave was a bitter man.  

     It wasn't his fault, not really.  Dave had been on 
top of the world only five years ago.  A wife who loved 
him, two kids, the house in the suburbs and two cars in 
the garage were all his.  Then came New Year's Eve, 
1996.  

     Dave had to work on New Year's.  He was working 
the night watch in the heights.  The heights was the 
neighborhood to live in, it was where all the 
politicians, business owners and "old money" lived.  
Dave actually liked working the heights beat, even 
though the wealthy residents were often royal pains-in-
the-ass, they were the type to solve their problems 
with lawyers rather than .22 pistols.  
     At 12:33, Dave and his partner took a call for a 
disturbance at one of the houses on Strawbridge Drive.  
As they pulled up to the house, actually an 8000 square 
foot mansion, Dave was sure of what he would find 
inside.  He could already hear the female screaming 
coming from the house "Don't touch me".  Dave was sure 
it was some millionaire and his drunken wife going at 
each other, probably about the color of the napkin 
holders.
     As soon as he walked in the door, Dave knew 
something else was wrong.  There were two people in the 
living room, a man and a woman.  The man Dave instantly 
recognized as the mayor, and the woman was definitely 
not the mayor's wife.
     Dave turned on the lights, and the situation got 
more complicated.  The woman was not a woman, but a 
girl, maybe 18, more likely 16.  And the reason she was 
screaming was obvious.  Her clothes were ripped off, 
her tits were hanging out of what was left of her bra, 
and what was left of her dress was hanging from her, 
not really covering anything.   The girl was bruised in 
numerous places, and from the amount of cum running 
down her leg, obviously had just been fucked.  
     Dave knew it was going to be a touch situation, 
but decided to play it "by the book".  He called the 
rape squad, the detectives, and arrested the mayor.  
Alerted by their police scanners, soon the press showed 
up.  In short, it became a major media event, and the 
mayor was hauled off to jail on the 6:00 news.
     
     But justice is not a simple thing.  The mayor had 
been mayor for 25 years, and was a political creature 
with a lot of markers scattered throughout the state.  
He started calling them in.  The police detectives 
couldn't be sure about their fingerprints.  The local 
police lab reported that the semen sample recovered 
from the girl was 'contaminated', and could not be used 
to identify the rapist.   The girl's story was rendered 
suspect when her supposed drug-dealer materialized out 
of no-where and told a credibility-straining tale of 
her use and abuse of Quaaludes.  The mayor, a very 
upstanding member of every church and civic 
organization in town, told a story about how he was 
driving by and heard the screams, and went to 
investigate.  In short, by the time it came to go to 
trial, the only people who believed the mayor capable 
of rape were the girl and Dan.  
     

Chapter 2     
It was Dan's day off.  He was sitting on his front 
porch, taking the day to relax when the limo drove up.  
A tall man walked up to the porch and introduced 
himself as Mr. Harper.
     "Dan, I understand you recently applied for a 
second-mortgage on your house."  The man spoke to Dan 
with no emotion, no feeling, not even bothering to look 
up from his clipboard.
     "Well, yes", Dan replied, but how do you know?  
Are you from the bank?"
     The man snickered.  "You might say that.  Lets 
just say I work for a large financially minded 
organization.  I know it is your day off, so I will be 
brief.  You have a $133,362 mortgage on your house, 
$15,503 in car loans, and $8323 in credit card debts.  
All I ask is a simple favor, and all those debts will 
be paid off by 5:00 this afternoon".
     Dan's police instincts went to red alert.  He knew 
what was coming, but felt compelled to play the hand 
anyway.  "Just what sort of simple favor did you have 
in mind".
     "Now Dan, we both know that that girl was stoned 
and out of her head.  She wouldn't have known if the 
mayor, the dog or little green men from Mars had fucked 
her silly.  She just picked on the mayor because he was 
a good enough man to hear her screams and look in the 
house to see what was happening.  He is actually a 
hero, a concerned citizen".  The tall man said this 
without a trace of irony or smugness.  Dan had the 
impression he actually believed it.  "All you have to 
do is change your testimony just a little bit, and 
forget that the mayor's dick was hanging out of his 
pants and dripping cum on the rug when you arrived".
     Dan came from a long line of temperamental Irish 
cops, and he heard himself ranting at the tall man 
without ever having consciously made a decision.  "Get 
the fuck of my porch, and go back to your pervert mayor 
and tell him if I ever see him within 50 feet of a 
teenage girl, I will be a concerned citizen and cut his 
nuts off".
     "You're making a mistake, young man.  The mayor is 
in a strong position to reward his friends, and make 
life miserable for his enemies.  Please think carefully 
before you decide to do anything fool-"
     "Get the fuck out of here".

     Dan related the whole conversation to his wife.  
His wife was less than supportive.  "You had to go and 
be Mr. Fuckin' Righteous and turn down the money.  And 
for what?  The prick is going to get off, and you are 
going to be on the shit list", she screamed.  


     Two weeks later, it happened.  A random search 
turned up a joint in Dan's locker at the police squad 
room.  Dan was formally warned that he only was allowed 
two strikes and had just used up one.  Two days later, 
another joint.  It didn't matter than Dan had never 
even smoked a tobacco cigarette, let alone a joint, and 
never failed a drug test.  He was fired, and fired in a 
very public manner.  Next came the IRS, all of a sudden 
Dan owed $50,000 in back taxes and penalties.  His 
insurance was cancelled.  His car and house loans were 
called in and foreclosed.  Even the Jehovah's Witnesses 
stopped knocking at his door.

     Dan's wife divorced him, and managed to get what 
little he had left.  Dan was down to a 1974 Dodge Dart, 
a ratty apartment, and a job as a night watchman at the 
local high-end department store.   After 6 months of 
walking around at night with a flashlight,  Dan got a 
promotion to plain-clothes security.  It was the first 
thing that had gone right in 2 years, but Dan was still 
bitter.  He hated his life, his job, and the rich, 
powerful people who ruined his life.


Chapter 3
     One day Dan was working his shift, walking through 
the "women's accessories" section of the store.  Dan 
was always a good cop, and his instincts did serve him 
well in his new position.  The woman was just too 
unnatural not to arouse Dan's suspicion.  She would 
pick up an expensive handbag, put it over her shoulder, 
and walk over to the mirror to see how it looked.  
Finally, Dan saw the switch.  She left her old purse, 
empty no doubt, on the shelf and walked toward the door 
with a brand new one.
     Dan waited until she left the store, and then 
confronted her. This is where it got a little dicey.  
Dan had no more authority than any other citizen, and 
it was a mixture of bluff and intimidation by which he 
got the woman back into the store and into the security 
room.
     Dan recognized the type.  The woman was quite 
pretty and well dressed.  She was about 30, tall, about 
5'9", long, black hair, green eyes and a very pretty 
face.  She had a set of tits her husband no doubt paid 
good money for, and a tight little ass.  She was 
wearing a silk blouse with a frilly bra underneath, 
black slacks and black heels.  The slacks were 
carefully chosen, just tight enough to show off her 
ass, and a hint of her pretty little mound in front.  
The curves of her thighs and butt were evident, as well 
as what promised to be long, silky legs.  Dan had 
escorted her into the security room and had her seated 
in front of the lone table in the room.
     "Do you have any idea who I am?", asked the woman.  
"I am Mrs. George Wilson, and my husband is the deputy 
DA for this county.  Do you really think any cop will 
arrest me?  Now lets stop this silliness, I will pay 
for the bag, and you can go back to counting shopping 
carts".  With that, the woman got up to leave.
     "Sit down, please, Mrs. Wilson.  You are under 
citizen's arrest.  I will notify the city police that I 
have detained you, and they will be here shortly."  Dan 
had grabbed at her arm to steer her back into the 
chair.  The woman grabbed his hand, scratched him with 
her impeccable nails, and made another step toward the 
door".
     Something snapped inside Dan.  "Sit the fuck down 
in that chair.  One more fucking word out of you, 
bitch, and not only will I call the cops, but I will 
personally make sure that the gossip editor for the 
Daily Tribune is here, and gets a picture of you in 
handcuffs."  
     "Fuck you", screamed Mrs. George Wilson. " I'll 
have your job-"
     "You can have my job", answered Dan.  He picked up 
the phone and dialed a number.  "Give me the city desk, 
people-you-know editor".  With that, Mrs. Wilson turned 
pale.  She reached over and hung up the telephone.
     "Look, this is crazy.  I only stole the purse as 
an impulse.  I can certainly pay for it.  And look, 
I'll tell you what, I'll make it worth your while- how 
about $500".  With those words, she turned to Dan and 
smiled. It was the kind of smile that made Dan hate 
rich woman.  She had the perfect white teeth, pretty 
face, smooth skin, and silky hair that only came with 
thousand dollar cosmetics from Paris.  As a final 
touch, when she talked with Dan she thrust her chest 
out, making sure her nipples poked through the blouse 
and bra she was wearing. 
     "OK, bitch, I'll take the $500".  Mrs. Wilson got 
up, pulled a wallet out of her pocket, counted out 5 
crisp $100 notes, and turned toward the door.  "Just a 
minute, honey.  How do I know you didn't steal anything 
else?"
     "Of course I didn't take anything else.  I have 
wasted enough time with your foolishness, and wish to 
take my leave of you".
     "Stop right the fuck there.  I am not finished 
with you yet."
     "Oh but you are", answered Mrs. Wilson.  
     "Oh, but I am not."  Dan pointed to the security 
camera in the room.  "I have video of you, bribing me 
not to turn you in.  I can't image what the local Fox 
channel would pay for that.  There must be a "Worlds 
Nastiest Rich Cunt" series in the making by now".  Dan 
grabbed her by the arm, led her back to the center of 
the small room, and ordered her to empty out her 
pockets.
     Mrs. Wilson turned her pockets inside out.  All 
she had was a driver's license, a few hundred more in 
cash, and a tube of lipstick.  Dan picked up her 
license and looked at it.  "Karen, is it?  OK, Karen, I 
can see you don't have anything else in your pockets, 
but still, there are ways of hiding things."  Dan 
smiled at her, and in his sweetest, most quiet and calm 
voice, said "take off your blouse".
     "WHAT?  No way, mister.  I'll call the cops 
myself".  
     Dan just smiled and handed her the phone.  "Try to 
make it a quick call.  I need to call the Tribune when 
you are finished."
     Karen didn't move a muscle.  After what seemed 
like an eternity, she stood up, and turned away from 
Dan.  Karen walked over to where the surveillance 
camera was, and hung an old jacket she found in the 
room over the lens.  Dan laughed, knowing that Karen 
didn't realize there were two cameras, and the second 
was well concealed.  Karen pulled the silk skirt out of 
her slacks, and one-by-one, popped open the buttons.  
When the blouse slipped off her shoulders, Dan was 
rewarded by the sight of her pretty back, nice and tan, 
certainly without tan lines.  "Turn around".  When she 
turned, Dan could see her luscious tits, constrained by 
the silky bra.  It was sheer enough that her nipples 
just poked through, and the tops of her tits were not 
covered at all.  Again, not a hint of tan lines.
     "Satisfied, pervert?" snorted Karen.
     "Yes, very much so.  And yet, how am I to know 
that there is nothing hidden between those lovely tits?  
Why don't you step over here so I can check, it will 
only take a second".  Karen took her time, but in the 
end walked over and stood in front of Dan.  Dan reached 
up and put his hands around Karen's back.  Slowly, he 
worked his way around the sides of her breasts, 
kneading and squishing them through the bra.  When he 
got to the front, he slid his hands to the tops, where 
her tits were uncovered.  Dan rubbed his hands over the 
tops of her breasts, then slid his left hand between 
her breasts and down inside her bra.  "Don't see 
nothing yet", he said.
     Karen had a look on her face that would crack cast 
iron.  Her lips, already in a permanent pout, were even 
more upturned, with her white teeth showing through.  
"I hate you, you sick fuck", she hissed.
     Dan couldn't have cared less.  He now moved his 
hands to the bottom of her tits, and cupped them in his 
hands, bouncing them to see if they contained any 
contraband.  Finally, he used his thumb and forefinger 
of each hand to pinch her nipples, first gently, then 
hard, then very hard.  As he did this, Karen's nipples 
grew hard to his touch.  "This seems suspicious.  I 
think you may be hiding something here like jewelry or 
something", said Dan.   "Take the bra off".
     Karen thought about protesting, but the thought of 
her picture on the society page in handcuffs made her 
think better of it.  She resigned herself to Dan 
playing with her tits, and reached around and unclasped 
her bra.  Her tits sprung out, erect and firm.  Karen 
had 34C breasts, with no sag and a perfect wineglass 
shape.  Her husband called them just the right size for 
sucking on, something she loved.  Her nipples were not 
very long, but they got as hard as steel when she was 
aroused, or angry.  Her nipples were as hard as they 
ever got.
     Dan repeated his breast examination, this time 
without the bra.  He loved the feel as he cupped them 
from underneath and got them bouncing, first in sync, 
then alternating.  Dave found the small tattoo of the 
butterfly on the underside of Karen's left breast, and 
started flicking it with his finger, until it got red 
and obviously hurt, but Karen was too proud to admit to 
the pain.  Finally, he amused himself by pulling on the 
nipples until her tits stretched up in the air, then 
letting them go.  Karen had a scowl on her face, but 
didn't say anything.
     "Satisfied now, you fuckin' pervert?" snarled 
Karen. 
      "I wish you would stop calling me that", said 
Dave.  "Besides, we are almost done.  Just take off the 
rest of your clothes, and then I can let you go on your 
way."
     "Hey, look- I let you play around bouncing my 
tits, but that it.  Bad enough I let you pull my 
nipples until they hurt, but there is no way you are 
getting inside my pants.  Forget it!".  Karen gave Dave 
her best intimidation look.  
     "Suit yourself, bitch".  Dave got up and started 
walking out.  "Of course, I don't know how you are 
going to explain the article in the gossip section 
about how a store security guard knew about your 
tattoo.  The newspaper won't say where it was, of 
course, but you husband will recognize the description, 
now won't he".
     "OK, your win.  But please, I'll just take my 
clothes off for a minute and then I want to-... "
     "What the fuck is with you?  I make the rules 
here, not you.  You will take off your pants, you will 
take off your panties, and you will sit your ass up on 
that table and spread your legs for me, and you will do 
it before I count to 10".  Dave surprised even himself 
with his tone.  He knew he hated rich bitches, but 
didn't know he had this in him.  He almost started to 
feel a little compassion, until he remembered the 
reason he was so sexually frustrated is because his own 
wife had left, all because of...
     Dave was brought back to reality by Karen sitting 
on the table and spreading her legs, wide.  Her thighs 
were perfect, smooth, and led up to a fantastic looking 
bush.  Karen had trimmed her pubic hair just enough to 
let her pussy lips poke through.  Her lips were a 
delicate shade of red, and from where he stood, Dan 
could just see the tip of her clit poking through.  He 
wasn't sure, but he thought he saw a small drop of 
moisture.  Certainly it smelled like sex. "Boy, I don't 
know, it sure looks like you might be hiding something 
in there."
     Dave walked over to Karen, and put his hands on 
her knees.  Slowly, he ran his hands up the inside of 
her thighs, finally getting to the soft fold where her 
legs met her crotch.  He ran his fingernail over this 
spot, being rewarded with a gasp as Karen drew in a 
breath.  Next he slid his hand over her bush, taking 
time to caress the soft hair and allowing the back of 
his hand to brush over Karen's pussy lips.  Karen 
gasped again, and drew in a quick breath.   "I knew you 
would like that, you slut".
     "Shut up and get on with this".  Despite Karen's 
harsh words, Dave knew her body was betraying her.  
Already he could feel the moisture on his hand from 
Karen's labia.  He allowed more pressure on his hand, 
and with his index finger began tracing a line around 
the folds of Karen's cunt.  He was rewarded with a 
small gush of moisture which sprayed all over his 
finger.  "My god", thought Dave, "she's one of those".  
     Karen began squirming as Dave kept up the pressure 
on her pussy.  Dave took his left thumb and forefinger 
and grabbed hold of Karen's clit.  He squeezed it until 
Karen tried to pull away, backed off a little, then 
squeezed it again.  Soon he was pressing just about as 
hard as he could, and Karen made no move to free her 
clit from his grasp.  With his other hand, he worked 
one, then two, and finally three fingers inside her 
pussy.  Karen was sopping wet.  Dave used his middle 
knuckle to grind against the roof of Karen's pussy, and 
was rewarded with a strong contraction as Karen tried 
to pull his fingers further inside of her.  Karen was 
now pinching her own nipples, and was moaning- Dave 
hoped the room was reasonably soundproof.  In another 
minute, Karen started shaking all over.  Dave was 
amazed as she pulled on her own nipples and ground her 
snatch into Dave's hand.  With a loud gasp, Karen 
shuddered one last time, and collapsed onto the table.  
If Dave had given a damn, he would have seen a smile on 
her face.
     But Dave didn't give a damn.  In fact, he was 
angry.  Here he was, trying to molest the hell out of 
some rich bitch, and the fucking broad enjoyed it.  
Dave stepped back and took off his pants and shorts.  
His dick, all 6" of it, stood at attention.  Still 
angry, and hornier by the minute, Dave grabbed Karen by 
the ankles, and pulled her roughly off the table so she 
was facing him.  Dave then forced her shoulders around, 
grabbed her tits, and used them as levers to pull her 
down so she was standing, but now bent over the table.
     Dave came up behind her, and smacked her ass.  He 
did it hard enough that her whole body shook, and 
watched as her tits bounced, then came to rest against 
he edge of the table.   He did this a couple times, 
each time a little harder then previous.  He was 
mesmerized by her tits bouncing like they did, finally 
coming to rest and hanging down.
     Finally, Dave grabbed one ass cheek in each hand, 
and forced them apart.  Karen's pretty rosebud of an 
asshole came into view, and Dave pressed his dick 
against it.  "No, please, I have never done that".  
     "That makes to of us honey.   And if I were you, I 
would take some of the juice your cunt has been putting 
out and rub it around your asshole, and I would do it 
now".  Karen complied, using her fingers to probe 
inside her cunt, then rubbed them against her ass.  
Dave lost patience, forced her hands out of the way, 
and rammed his dick into her ass.
     Karen screamed, louder this time.  Dave pulled 
nearly all the way out, and then rammed into her ass 
again.  Karen crashed against the table, nearly loosing 
her balance, and mashing her tits into the tabletop.  
Dave had never knew anything could feel this good, and 
kept at it, pulling almost all the way out, and then 
slamming himself back inside her as hard as he could.
     Dave knew he was about at the end of his rope.  He 
pulled out of her ass, and grabbed Karen by the hair on 
the back of her head.  He pulled up so she stood 
upright, then with one hand of jet-black hair, and one 
hand full of nipple, forced her to kneel on the ground.  
Karen was now kneeling right in front of Dave's dick, 
and Dave was jerking himself off as hard as he could.
     When he came, semen flew at Karen's head, hitting 
her right above the bridge of the nose.  Cum splashed 
over her face, her eyes, her lips, and even a blob or 
two was visible against her long hair.  Dave forced his 
dick in her mouth so she could clean him off, and was 
surprised when Karen complied.
     Dave got dressed, straightened his uniform, and 
turned to fix his tie in the mirror.  Karen could 
barely stand, let alone walk.  "Take your time, bitch, 
you earned it", Dave said as he walked out the door and 
left the room.  Even after what he had done, Dave still 
had some feeling, and walked over to the counter and 
picked up the purse Karen had tried to steal.  On his 
way back to the security room, he grabbed a handful of 
Godiva chocolates from the display rack and stuffed 
them in the purse.  He barged into the room, found 
Karen stuffing her tits back in her bra, and almost 
started over again.  Instead he handed her the purse, 
and walked out.  Dave saw Karen in the store many more 
times, always dressed to kill, but never saw her try 
anything else again.  
     Of course, he did have that video tape.


Chapter 4


     In his 6 months at his new job, Dave had learned 
much.  He was still blessed with his cop's instinct, 
and could almost smell out a shoplifter.  Shrinkage in 
the departments Dave patrolled was down by 30%, and 
word was around town that his store was not a good 
place for five-fingered discounting.  
     Dave had numerous chances to repeat his 
performance with Karen on other, unsuspecting victims.  
The two weeks before the high-school prom season had 
Dave looking so ragged his supervisor suggested he take 
a vacation.  Dave did need a vacation, but not because 
of his work. He felt like he had banged half the 
graduating class of the local high school- and most of 
them in their prom dresses.   Dave had bagged so much 
teen-aged pussy that he thought his hair was going to 
go gray.  In fact, Dave didn't even have time for the 
more humiliating things he had thought up- usually just 
letting the girls go with a strip tease, blowjob and 
maybe a finger in the pussy or two.  
     Dave also learned to patrol the hosiery 
department, as stockings and pantyhose were always 
popular with shoplifters.  Dave was a leg man, and 
usually let the girls go if they modeled what they were 
trying to steal, and only what they were trying to 
steal, from him.  Dave had a real thing about foot jobs 
from women just wearing a pair of black stockings.
     Unfortunately, success has its price.  The low 
theft rates of the areas Dave patrolled were noticed by 
management.  Dave came into work one Monday morning and 
was told to report to Mr. Fielders office, the store 
general manager.  Dave figured the gig was up.  Two 
days ago, Dave had caught teenage twin girls trying to 
shoplift two pairs of Keds.  The videotape he had of 
the girls doing naked calisthenics caused him to blow 
his load in less than 30 seconds everytime.  A 36C girl 
just shouldn't do jumping jacks... and high kicks were 
just something to be seen to be believed.  Still 
grinning, Dave walked into Fielder's office.

     Dave didn't get fired.   Worse.   He was now head 
of the Loss Prevention Department, meaning that 5 
people that were more fucked up than he was now worked 
for him.  It meant more money, but it also meant no 
more working by himself and taking suspects to the 
security room.  "Oh well", though Dave.  "Better I stop 
before I get caught".

     

Chapter 5



     It was Memorial Day weekend, and as supervisor, 
Dave had to juggle all the shifts of people who wanted 
time off.  The net result was than Saturday afternoon 
found Dave working by himself because the guard who was 
supposed to work called in with the flu.  Budweiser 
Flu, Dave was sure.
     Dave was wondering through the store, and without 
even thinking, walked past the bridal salon.  There 
were three girls in the salon, no doubt trying on every 
gown in the store- and they would probably end up 
buying one from K-Mart anyway.  Dave took a look 
anyway.  The bride could only be described as cute.   
She was about 5'3, short blond hair, petite, with small 
tits and a cute little ass.  Her small face and 
features made her look very young, and she had a smile 
that lit up the room.  She looked a little like Heather 
Locklear, only with smaller features and softer curves.  
     The other two girls had to be bridesmaids.  One 
was a taller version of the bride, and had to be her 
sister.  They were close to being twins, although the 
taller one had longer hair and a more lavish look 
rather than the cuteness of her sister.  The third girl 
was a redhead, and while Dave could not see too much of 
her without being obvious, he did notice a set of legs 
and high-heeled sandals that caught his eye.
     The odds of someone swiping a wedding dress were 
pretty small, so Dave kept on walking.  He managed to 
catch a 17yr old boy trying to swipe a brandy snifter- 
Dave was so amazed that a kid wanted a crystal decanter 
that he just let him go.  The welfare mom trying to 
swipe kids underwear was just too pathetic, and Dave 
turned the corner and walked in the other direction.  
Why a welfare Mom couldn't do her shoplifting at K-Mart 
always puzzled him, but he had long since given up 
trying to understand the local criminal mind.  At times 
like this, Dave almost thought of himself as the guy at 
the casino that handed out perks- instead of free rooms 
to high rollers, Dave gave out fruit-of-the-looms to 
single moms.  What the fuck was the difference anyway.

     Dave was walking back from the young men's section 
to his office, and took a detour through women's 
intimate apparel.  He heard the giggling fifty feet 
away, and knew the bridal party he had observed earlier 
was working their way through the lingerie section.  
Instinct took over.  Dave knew that it was common for 
the bridal party to do a little shopping when they were 
together, both for wedding night stuff as well as the 
traditional items.  Dave didn't remember the whole 
poem, but he did recall "something borrowed, something 
blue", and knew that often the something borrowed was 
in fact borrowed from the store.  Sure enough, walking 
up behind the girls, he saw a blue teddy get picked out 
for a purchase, and a black negligee get "borrowed" 
into the redheads purse.
     As usual, Dave followed them past the last 
purchase point- which gave him a chance to scope out 
the redhead's legs and ass.  Wow.  She was wearing a 
pair of shorts which seemed to work their way up into 
her ass, and left the bottom portion of her cheeks 
visible.  She had long legs, smooth, and tanned.  The 
high heeled sandals did a great job of adding to her 
leg line and pushing her ass out further.  The redhead 
had nice tits, although they looked fake.
     The two blonds were cut from the same mold.  Both 
were wearing tight blue jeans, and both had the sort of 
asses that Calvin Klein was thinking of when he went 
into the blue-jean business.  He couldn't see them from 
the front, but the curves were certainly looking good 
from the back.
     As soon as they were out of the store, Dave 
confronted them.  "Excuse me, ladies, but I am with 
store security, and I need to speak with you".  The two 
blondes smiled at Dave, obviously unaware of what was 
going on.  The redhead went pale, which was a nice 
contrast to her red hair and blue eyes.  A sort of 
Memorial Day theme, thought Dave.  
     
     Dave led the three of them into the security room.  
It was a tight fit, but Dave didn't mind at all.  Both 
blondes had very perky, but small tits, and Dave 
enjoyed being in close proximity.  "What is it you 
want?" asked the
 Bride.  "We were just shopping, and we didn't see 
anything".  
     "I am sure you didn't, Miss, but I did.  One of 
you took an item from the confines of this retail 
establishment after willfully concealing it to avoid 
payment of the purchase price".  Dave tried his best to 
sound authoritative.
     "But we didn't", said the larger blonde.  Dave 
noticed for the first time that the larger blonde had 
an even smaller waist and larger hips than her sister. 
And her sister was pretty damn curvy already.  "None of 
us took anything".
     Dave was getting tired of the game already.  "OK, 
if nobody took anything, then this will only take a few 
minutes.  I will just call the police, and the officer 
assigned to the store will be here within five minutes.  
The police will have the authority to ask you to open 
and inspect your handbags, and if my suspicions are 
unfounded, you ladies will all be having lunch in our 
patio restaurant, on me".
     There was total silence.  Dave shrugged, and 
picked up the phone.  "Uh, what would they do to us if 
they found us with something hidden?"  It was the 
redhead, as Dave knew it would be without even looking.  
The blondes looked at her in horror.
     "Well, Miss, I can't really say.  You would no 
doubt be arrested for retail theft.  And since there 
are three of you, the officer will either have to 
request backup, or cuff you together and take you to 
the precinct for booking.  One of you for retail theft, 
and the others for conspiracy to commit..."
     "You mean, like, jail?".  Again, the redhead.   
Where did these girls come from, anyway.
     "Yes, exactly like jail", explained Dave in his 
best Andy Sipowitz voice.  "I can't tell you exactly 
what would happen, but you would be under arrest, and 
put in a holding cell at the station.  Then, depending 
upon the number of inmates and how soon you can make 
bail, you may be transferred from the station to the 
justice center down in south county."     
     The older blonde started to catch on.  "The 
justice center-   THAT IS JAIL!"  There is no way.  I 
know we can make bail.  My parents are out of town, but 
there are bail bondsmen, right?  They would get us 
right out, wouldn't they?'
     Dave couldn't believe this.  How could anyone get 
to be an adult and be so clueless.  "Yes, Miss, a 
bailbondsman could certainly bail you out.  Normally, 
that would not be a problem at all.  But you see, I 
must warn you that I used to be a policeman, and I know 
a little about what happens.  The problem is that this 
is the first holiday weekend of the summer, and even 
worse, the first weekend of the summer with hot 
weather.  That means that every asshole in the world 
has been drinking beer all day, and is pretty much on 
his way to jail right now for beating up his neighbor.  
I'm afraid bail-bondsmen get a little busy.  If I were 
you, I'd figure on spending the night in the justice 
center".
     "Oh my god!  I can't go to a jail like that." This 
time it was the bride.
     "I'll tell you what, Miss."  It was Detective 
Sipowitz again.  Why don't you use the phone over there 
to call someone now.  This way they will have a 
headstart at bailing you out, and just maybe you won't 
have to spend the night.".   Dave was truly proud of 
himself.  He remembered all the interrogation 
techniques well, but had never had the chance to play 
both bad cop and good cop at the same time.  It was 
time for the finishing touch. "If you will excuse me, I 
have to step into my other office for a second to get 
an incident form.  The door will be locked, and I will 
be back in 30 seconds.  By the way, do not bother 
trying to remove possible stolen items from your purse- 
you will notice the video cameras- they are admissible 
in court."
     
     Dave knew there would be a council of war while he 
was gone, and spent the better part of five minutes 
standing outside the door to the security room.  
Satisfied that he had let the situation sink in, he 
walked into the room, even whistling like Andy 
Sipowitz.
     Without saying a word, Dave picked up the phone 
and started dialing.  "Wh-Who are you calling", asked 
the redhead.
     "The police, who else.  But don't worry, they can 
usually get here in a few minutes."
     "Ah, can we talk to you for a second?" the redhead 
asked.  "We were wondering if we could sort of make a 
deal or something".
     "I am sorry, Miss, but I am just a security guard. 
Only a judge can make deals on sentencing".
     "We thought that maybe we could make a deal to 
avoid all the hassles.  My sister and I are from a 
wealthy family, and we give you some money to look the 
other way."  The tall blonde looked at Dave, gave him 
her cutest smile, and waited for an answer.
     She would never know that if she hadn't said 
"rich", she might have had a chance.  "How much do you 
have on you?" asked Dave.
     "We only have about $30 on us, but we could give 
you more.  Would $1000 do it?"
       "And just how did you propose to give me $1000 
when you only have $30?" asked Dave.  He could almost 
feel the answer coming.  This would be fun.
     "We could write you a check".
     "What the fuck are you talking about?  A check!  
How fucking stupid do you broads think I am.  Give me a 
break.  A check."  Dave picked up the phone and started 
dialing again.
     He got about 3 digits into the number and the 
redhead reached over and put her hand on top of his.   
"Maybe there is something else we could negotiate 
with?" she purred.
     "Maybe there is, but I don't know what it could 
be.  You have no money, and your credit certainly isn't 
too good.  What did you have in mind?"  Dave loved the 
suspense.  Like he didn't know what they had in mind.
     "Well", said the bride, "we noticed that you are a 
good looking man, and we are good looking girls, and we 
thought that maybe we could, you know, make you feel 
better".
     "Look, girls, I am a busy man.  My shift is over 
in 5 minutes, and the only thing I want is to get you 
three off to jail and then go home.  If you have an 
offer, I am ready to listen, but make it quick."
     "Sex"
     "Three"
     "What"
     "Three" said Dave again.
     "Three what?"
     Dave looked at the girls.  "It is 4:30.  My shift 
is over at 5:00.  If you can make me cum 3 times in the 
half hour, you and your slutty stolen negligee can walk 
out of here.  Otherwise the county will give you 
complimentary nightgowns tonight".  Dave didn't think 
it was necessary to tell them that he had a matinee 
double-header his girlfriend on his lunch hour, and 
that three more cumshots in one day would be a major 
event in his life-a new record actually.  The three 
girls looked at each other.  The bride made the first 
vertical motion with her head, not more than a fraction 
of an inch.  That was enough.  The other two started 
nodding in sync, and the deal was closed within 5 
seconds.

     Dave sat down in his chair, took off his watch and 
set the alarm to 5:00.  

     "What do you want us to do", asked the tall blond.
     "Tell me your names"
     "I am Brenda" said the redhead.  "The bride over 
there is Sandy, and her sister is Tina".
     "OK"
     "Now what do you want us to do", asked Sandy.
     Dave just held up his hand with three fingers 
extended, and pointed to his watch on the table.


     Tina and Sandy looked at each other.  Sandy walked 
over to Dave's chair and sat in his lap. Her butt felt 
good on Dave's let, and Sandy let her hand fall down to 
Dave's groin.  She felt his dick, still soft, but 
getting harder.  Sandy reached down and opened Dave's 
zipper, then reached inside for his dick.
     "Can't you at least help us by taking off your 
pants?" asked Brenda.  Dave looked at her and nodded a 
"no".  
     "I will stand up if that will help, but it is all 
up to you ladies".
     Dave stood up, and Sandy went to work on his belt 
buckle.   Brenda reached down to untie his shoelaces, 
and when she did, Dave stuck his hand up under her 
shorts and grabbed her ass, hard.  She shrieked, turned 
around, and was ready to say something.  Sandy stared 
her down, and she went back to the shoelaces.  Dave 
went back to sticking his finger up her ass.

     Brenda took care of the footwear, Sandy had Dave's 
pants and shorts off, and Tina went to work on his 
shirt and tie.  She stood behind him, pressed her tits 
into Dave's back, and proceeded to undo his tie and 
shirt.  They now had Dave naked.
     As soon as Brenda finished with his shoes, she 
stood to one side so Sandy could use her hands on 
Dave's dick.  Dave reached over and grabbed the 
waistband of Brenda's shorts and pulled them down.  She 
let them fall, and gracefully stepped out of them, 
leaving her wearing her tight top and black panties.  
Dave grabbed the elastic of her panties, and Brenda 
tried to step away from him.  Dave refused to let go, 
and the front of her panties were pulled into her 
pussy, and went even further in as Dave pulled harder 
to make Brenda take a step back and closer to him.  He 
even pulled the backs up, turning her panties into 
thongs.
     Sandy was giving him a fair handjob, but it was 
obvious that it wasn't her best skill.  Nervously, 
Sandy started moving her mouth closer to Dave's dick.  
Dave grabbed her by the back of the head and forced her 
mouth over his dick.  Sandy choked at first, but 
managed to get a rhythm going.  If it had been the 
first one of the day, Dave would have come by now.  As 
it was, he was hard, but was nowhere near cumming.
     Sandy was getting frustrated.  She thought this 
would be a 2 minute exercise, but obviously not.  She 
was also upset that her sister and friend were just 
standing there, watching her do all the work.  To make 
up for it, she reached over and grabbed Brenda's shirt 
and pulled it over her head. Brenda was now wearing a 
bra, panties and heels, and was mad at Sandy.  She made 
up for it by unsnapping Sandy's jeans and pulling them 
over her ass.
     Sandy kept right on sucking, and Brenda went to 
work on her blouse.  She unbuttoned every button and 
pulled the blouse off.  Without even stopping for a 
second, she unsnapped Sandy's bra, and had it off too.  
Dave looked down and saw Sandy, bobbing away on his 
dick and her small, but soft tits bouncing with every 
suck.  He wanted to see Sandy's ass, but didn't want to 
take her away from his throbbing dick.  Then he 
remembered that he had the next best thing right behind 
him.  He reached around and pulled Tina in front of 
him.  He unsnapped and unzipped her jeans, and pushed 
them over her thighs.  That left Tina in a t-shirt and 
her white panties.  Dave grabbed the waistband of 
Tina's panties, and pulled them off her as well.  
     Dave was pleased to see that Tina was a natural 
blonde, and a hairy one at that.  Her pubic hair was 
thick and long, and completely hid her pussy from his 
view.  Her hair felt wonderful as he rubbed his hand 
back and forth over it, finally settling on a finger 
inside her pussy.  She was dry as a bone when he stuck 
his finger in, and it must have hurt her- but now after 
a little wiggling inside her and over her clit, she was 
wet and getting wetter.
     Dave felt the familiar feeling inside his balls, 
and knew he was close to coming.  He let Sandy keep 
working, but at the last minute, pulled out of her 
mouth and came all over her face and tits.  Sandy, 
wearing only panties, looked lovely as the stream of 
cum dripped off her cheek and onto her tits.

     Dave's penis went soft, and he sat down in the 
only chair in the room.  He stuck his index finger in 
his mouth, and drew a 1 in the air.  The three girls 
looked at each other, and Sandy stared hard at the 
other two, making sure they knew that she had done her 
part.
     Both Brenda and Tina were still wearing their 
shirts, and when Brenda walked in front of Dave, he 
grabbed her tits and pinched her nipples through the 
shirt.  Tina sensed what he was after, and came up 
behind Brenda and pulled her shirt over her head.  Dave 
grabbed the cups of her bra and pulled them down so 
that her tits- Dave guessed 36C- spilled out.  He 
resumed his deathgrip on Brenda's left nipple.  Sandy 
surprised him by pulling off Tina's shirt and bra, and 
Tina returned the favor by pulling Sandy's panties off.  
All three girls were naked- except for Brenda's high 
heels.

     Brenda moved in front of Dave, and started playing 
with his penis.  She looked around for a towel to clean 
off the cum, but Dave just shook his head.  With a 
frown, Brenda used her tongue to clean off the last of 
Dave's cum that he hadn't shot all over Sandy's face.  
Still, Dave wasn't getting hard- not nearly hard enough 
to fuck.  Brenda was getting desperate, when she had an 
idea.  She reached over and grabbed Tina by the nipple 
and pulled her in front of her.  Dave's dick moved and 
became a little harder.  Figuring that she was onto 
something, Brenda starting rubbing Tina's tits.  But 
these were not lesbian, girl-girl soft caresses.  
Brenda had one of Tina's tits in each hand, and was 
mashing them against Tina's ribcage.  Every so often, 
Brenda would take one nipple and either bite it or 
pinch it, hard enough that Tina cried out.  With each 
bite or pinch, Brenda managed to get Dave a little 
harder.
     This was working, but it was not enough.  Tina 
realized she could do more for the group effort, and 
she grabbed her sister Sandy.  Even while Brenda was 
biting Tina's tits, Tina had her hand at Sandy's 
snatch, rubbing, prodding, and fingering.  When Dave 
looked over, Tina had two fingers inside her sister.  
Then three.  When Dave looked over again, Tina had her 
entire fist inside her sister, and Sandy appeared to be 
enjoying the feeling.  Dave was getting pretty hard by 
now, and Brenda took the opportunity to sit in his lap 
and mount his dick.  
     Dave looked to his left, and saw Sandy tense up 
and then go limp.  Her sister had just brought her to 
an orgasm, and Dave was willing to bet it wasn't the 
first time.  Then Sandy went to work on Tina, only not 
on her pussy.  Sandy came up behind Tina, and started 
spreading her ass cheeks.  Tina had a dreamy look on 
her face, which Dave took as a challenge and so reached 
over and pinched her clit, very hard.   Tina screeched 
in pain, and Sandy took the opportunity to ram her 
middle finger up her sister's ass.   Dave was watching 
this at the same time that Brenda was fucking him 
silly.  It was too much for him, and he felt another 
cum on its way.  He pulled himself out of Brenda, stood 
up quick, and stuffed his dick in Brenda's mouth, 
coming even as he did it.  Brenda swallowed some of it, 
but most of it was on her lips and chin.  She was quite 
the sight as the last of Dave's cum dribbled off her 
chin and onto her legs.     
     Dave looked at his watch.  Fifteen minutes to go, 
and Dave didn't think he had a prayer of mustering 
another load.  But, nothing ventured, nothing gained.  
He decided at that point he would not turn the girls 
in, even if he didn't cum again.  He also decided not 
to tell them that.  He also made sure he knocked his 
watch off the table by accident so no one could tell 
the time.
     
     Dave got up and lay down on the table.  He rested 
on his side, not out of any particular preference, but 
more so that he could stare at the three naked beauties 
in the room with him.  The more he looked at Tina and 
Sandy, the more amazed he was.  Both had the curviest 
asses and hips he had remembered seeing.  Sandy was 
shorter, and appeared even curvier, but Tina, with the 
longer legs had a look that said fashion model.  Both 
had platinum hair, in both places, soft, silky and 
shiny.   This was not to ignore Brenda.  More the 
voluptuous type, she had the large soft tits, round 
face and an ass that just demanded to be pinched.  Her 
legs were muscular- obviously a runner, and her bush 
was a pretty shade of red.  The bright red of her labia 
and the deep red of her hair made for a very artistic 
presentation of feminine charms.

     As Dave lay on his side, he felt Brenda come up 
behind him.  She was licking his ass, and it was 
something Dave never felt before.  While she was doing 
this, Sandy sat up on the table, and pushed her pussy 
right in Dave's face.  Never one to turn down a free 
meal, Dave went to work on Sandy.  Her pussy had a very 
sweet taste, and Dave made a note to himself to find 
out if sisters tasted the same.  He nibbled on Sandy's 
pussy lips, and used his tongue to caress the outside 
of her pussy lips and her clit.  Dave also remembered a 
trick his ex-wife had taught him, and started humming 
while he was nibbling on Sandy's clit.  As soon as he 
did it, Sandy went over the edge, nearly strangling 
Dave as she closed her thighs on his head.  Tina saw 
what had happened, and obviously wanted to see what had 
set Sandy off so fast.  Dave obliged, and found out 
that sisters do taste the same.  Right about the time 
Dave started his humming trick, he nearly flew through 
roof himself.  Brenda was still behind him, and she had 
worked her tongue up and given him a rimjob- another 
first for Dave.  He had never felt anything so good, 
and for the first time understood why fruitcakes were 
such a happy lot.  Dave was in heaven.  Unfortunately 
for the girls, he was not getting hard.

     After her rimjob, and after he got Tina off, Dave 
laid flat on his back, and figured he would see what 
the girls came up with next.  Tina came up from his 
legs, licking her way up his legs, aiming at his balls.  
Dave felt bad, because he knew he wasn't going to get 
hard, but he was enjoying himself far too much to call 
it quits.  Tina had his balls in her mouth now, and was 
doing a great job of sucking and licking his balls and 
the underside of his penis.   Sandy and Brenda looked 
at each other, looked at Tina, and winked.  Dave had 
the feeling they had just called the hail-mary play.

     Sandy sat on the floor, in a lotus kind of 
position.  She was off to Dave's right, and he had a 
pretty good view.  Brenda came up in front of Sandy, 
and put her snatch right in Sandy's face.  Sandy 
started sucking on Brenda's clit, and Dave could hear 
the licking sounds.  Sandy also had one hand in her own 
snatch, but Dave couldn't really see what she was 
doing.  Tina continued her world class blowjob, and 
Dave actually felt a stir.  Maybe it would work?

     Dave watched as Sandy and Brenda continued to go 
to work on each other.  Both were now squatting on 
their heels, with their legs spread wide.  This let 
each girl work on her friend's pussy, tits, or in 
Sandy's case, Brenda had a finger up her ass.
     Dave was getting even harder.  
     But even Dave wasn't ready for what happened.  
Brenda was still squatting, but Sandy had moved her 
sweet little face right under Brenda's pussy.  Just 
when Dave thought Brenda was going to grind her pussy 
in Sandy's face, Brenda let loose with a stream of 
piss, catching Sandy right on the face and tits. Sandy 
held her mouth open, and some of the piss was 
definitely going inside of her mouth.  Brenda kept 
pissing for what seemed like forever, finally ending in 
a trickle that didn't even clear Sandy's hair.  
     Before Brenda had a chance to get up from the 
squatting position she was in, Sandy jumped up, turned 
toward Brenda, pushed her pussy in Brenda's face, and 
let loose with her own stream of hot piss.  Brenda's 
face was absolutely covered in piss, and it was 
dripping down on her tits.  Sandy then redirected the 
flow, and aimed her piss right at Brenda's snatch.  
     It was too much for Dave.  He came in Tina's 
mouth- came even harder than the first two times.  Dave 
had never known he was a water sports fan, but he knew 
it now.


     Dave and the girls got dressed- as best they 
could.  Dave walked out to the sales floor and 
"borrowed" a couple sweatsuits for the girls.  The room 
smelled pretty bad, but Dave just closed the door and 
went home.  Let somebody else worry about it.

     The next week, Dave quit his job as a supervisor, 
and went to work for a different department store, 
again as a floor patrol officer.

     He never say any of the girls again, although he 
did cut out the wedding picture in the paper.  He keeps 
it in his bathroom.


     
