On the Job Ch. 01

He didn't cease his carnal assault. Keeping his fingers inside her, he wiggled them against the warm, velvety walls of her pussy.

"Please..." she tried to say.

"What?" he asked, mocking her. "Please, make you cum again?"

Jazz tried to shake her head, but the pleasure coursing through her body made it impossible, and she let it drop to his chest for a moment.

"I can't," she protested, barely able to form the words.

"Oh, I think you can," he said, ignoring her statement.

She began to squirm, attempting to escape him. This only caused more stimulation between her legs. Bear's left hand found her throat, and he choked her...just hard enough to let her know he was in charge. Her mouth fell open, and she gasped as she stared into his eyes.

"You started this," he growled. "Now you'll cum as many times as I want. Do you understand me, Jasmine?"

She nodded a fraction of an inch as he increased the speed and force of his thrusts. Her body reacted, bouncing each time his fingers rammed into her cunt, trembling under his touch.

"That's right," he whispered. "Cum for me."

Tightening his grip, he further limited her breath as her body bucked against his.

"Bear..." she begged.

Clutching at his wrist with both hands, she tried to wrest it from her neck. He shook his head at her, but she persisted. The orgasm ripped through her, and her hands rose to cover her mouth, which hung open in a silent scream.

As her body relaxed, he loosened his grip. She inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with air, before slumping against him. His fingers departed her wetness, and a small murmur escaped her throat.

"Are you OK, Jazz?" he asked, quietly.

She nodded, answering without words. Bear felt her head move on his chest. They listened to the radio, his right arm wrapped partially around her waist, while she recovered. Nearly 10 minutes passed before either spoke.

"If you tell anyone about this, I'll tear your balls off," she said, lifting herself off him, and began to re-dress.

"Do you think I want to get fired?" he asked, closing his pants.

"I wasn't talking about that," she insisted. "It's more about the shit I'd hear from everyone."

"Why, 'cause you blew a white guy?" he asked, laughing.

"Oh, the scandal," she gasped.

"Like I said before, it's nobody's business," he assured her.

Again, they fell silent, listening while "American Pie" played.

"So," he said, when the song ended. "Was this a one time thing?"

"I hope not," she answered. "I mean, we could do more, if you want."

"I do," he said, "but not in the truck."

"We could go someplace at lunch," she suggested.

"Someplace with a lot more room," he agreed.

The glacial passage of time until their dinner break was torture. Although neither mentioned it, their libidos were running wild - as if their earlier exertions had done nothing to douse the flames of lust ignited by watching the women across the street. Rather, it seemed they'd set free the dragon - a beast who threatened to burn them; consuming everything before it - and they were eager to feed it.

Within a few minutes, either Runner or Blondie turned out the lights in the apartment, and the show ended. Not long after, the bar closed without incident. Bear and Jazz observed no drug deals or fights. At 3:00am, their dispatcher radioed to release them from their post and allow a meal break.

"Where to?" he asked, his eyes remaining on the road.

"Your place is closer, right?" she returned, immediately.

Bear drove to his building. They did not speak as they entered, and made their way to his apartment. Thankfully, they didn't encounter any of his neighbors. Though most knew him to be a police officer, Bear didn't feel like explaining their presence at this hour.

Swinging open the door, he allowed Jazz to step inside. Without switching on the lights, he locked it, and turned to face her. She'd already unbuckled her equipment belt, and she wandered into the kitchen. He watched her ass swing side to side as she sauntered into the moonlight coming through the window.

Jazz wasn't bone thin - the way too many women thought they had to be in order to be considered beautiful. Lithe - that's what Bear considered her. She was a runner - had been all her life - captain of the track team in high school, and recipient of a college scholarship which covered a significant portion of her tuition. She was fast. Even more than that, she possessed a quickness he'd never seen, like she had a three step lead before anyone else even thought about running. Jazz moved effortlessly - gracefully - and Bear couldn't decide if she were more like a cheetah or a gazelle.

"The bedroom is this way," he told her, motioning with his thumb.

"We don't have a lot of time," she said, over her shoulder.

Bear moved up behind her, she put her belt on the table, and began opening her pants. He pressed himself to her back and slid his right hand along the front of her cotton panties. Her body involuntarily tried to double over as his fingers brushed her clit and she began to grind her ass against his cock.

"Feels like someone's ready to go again," she murmured.

Bear's left hand drifted to her head. Removing the black scrunchie from her ponytail, he tossed it on the table. Grabbing a handful of hair, he pulled hard, and she gasped as her head fell back. He could smell the light perfume she wore, and turned his head to kiss the side of her neck. She moaned as he alternated between rubbing her clit, and letting his fingers travel up and down her lips through the fabric of her underwear.

"Mmmm," she purred, as her body shook.

Jazz twisted, trying to find an angle that would allow her to reach his cock, but each time she moved, he pulled her hair all the harder. As his fingers continued their assault, she placed her palms on the table to steady herself. Her legs were already quivering when he tugged her panties aside and shoved to a finger into her wetness.

"More," she cried out.

A second finger joined the first, and she went over the edge.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming," she mumbled.

"Yes, cum for me, Jazz," he demanded, his fingers pistoning in and out of her.

"Bear..." she began, but her words dissolved as her body convulsed against his.

His hand left her hair, and once more he held her tightly, supporting her as her legs threatened to buckle.

"Fuck me, Bear," she pleaded, trying to look back at him.

She was still shaking when he put his left hand in the middle of her back and pushed her forward until her chest contacted the table. Her uniform slacks had slipped down her legs, and he retreated a step. As he fumbled with his belt, he admired her ass - now covered only by the black, bikini cut panties. She stood and quickly pushed her underwear to her ankles, then resumed her previous position.

His pants open, he guided his cock toward her. The tip pressed against her lips, and she sighed loudly. The head entered her, and their cries merged as he slowly sank into her wet pussy. Jazz clawed at the wooden tabletop as he carefully worked his length into her, quickly becoming lubricated by her juices.

"Give it to me!" she demanded.

He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her warm flesh, and pulled back two inches. He paused a moment, staring down at her ass, then thrust forward, plunging himself into her.

"That's it," she encouraged, looking back at him over her shoulder.

He repeated the action...then again...and again. She let out a loud grunt each time his balls slapped against her clit.

"Jazz..." he tried to speak.

"Does it feel good, baby?" she managed to ask between heaving breaths.

He nodded.

"You like it?" she continued.

She received the same response.

"That dick feels so big inside me," she told him.

"It's nice and tight," he allowed, increasing the speed and force of his thrusts.

"Yesss, stretch my little pussy," she pleaded.

For a few moments, Bear watched her ass bounce each time his hips slammed into her cheeks. He could feel the familiar ache growing in his balls and knew he couldn't last much longer. As this realization burned through the ecstasy fogging his brain, Jazz's cunt clenched around him.

"Oh, God," she cried out. "I'm cumming."

"Me, too," he tried to say, not knowing if he'd actually formed intelligible words.

"Not in me, Bear," she cried out, shaking violently.

"Where?" he groaned, struggling to hold off while she answered.

Jazz pushed back against him, knocking him away from the table. She rotated her body and knelt, her eager mouth finding the head of his cock. Her fingers caressed his shaft and balls as he erupted violently.

"Fuuuuck," he growled, as his fingers once more intertwined with her hair.

His hips bucked as he again came in her mouth. She moaned loudly, and stroked him hard, swallowing each stream of jism he gave her. Careful not to crush her, he slumped forward and placed his hands on the table, supporting himself as he weakened.

"Are you OK?" she whispered, letting him slip from her mouth.

"Yes," he croaked. "I think."

She giggled, but continued stroking his cock; slower now, working the wilting shaft. Using her thumb, she massaged the sticky foreskin, and his entire body shuddered.

"Hmmm, you like that, eh?" she asked, needlessly.

He nodded in the dim light. She pressed her thumb against him again, and he reached down to stop her.

"Quit it," he ordered, with a laugh.

She wrestled with him, attempting to touch his cock, but he grabbed her wrists, holding them away. Jazz leaned in and licked his cock.

"Jesus Christ," he whispered.

He backed away, turned, and all but collapsed into a chair. Extending her arm, she retrieved her scrunchie from the table. Gathering her hair, she secured it once more, then leaned against his legs, laying her head on his lap. They stayed there, letting their heart rates return to normal.

"Sorry," she said, quietly.

"About what?" he asked.

"When you came," she said. "I should've told you earlier."

"I should've worn a condom," he admitted.

"I'm on the pill," she revealed. "But, I didn't want to take a chance."

"I'm not complaining, Jazz," he assured her.

"I would've let you cum on me, but I didn't want to get it on my uniform," she continued.

"Good thinking," he said, smiling in the dark.

"By the way, are we late?" she asked.

He squinted at the clock above the door.

"We've got about two minutes to call in," he said.

Her head popped up.

"Are you kidding?" she asked, alarmed.

"No," he answered, flatly.

Bracing herself by holding his knees, Jazz got to her feet slowly. She tested her legs, making sure they'd support her, then bent down to pull up her underwear and pants.

"Mind if I use your bathroom?" she asked.

He motioned toward the hallway.

"Turn left. First door on the left," he said. "I'll call us back on duty."

As she disappeared around the doorframe, Bear stood. When she finished in the bathroom, he went in, having needed to urinate for the better part of an hour. He took a few minutes to clean himself, and they departed.

"Are you OK?" he asked when they closed the doors on the SUV.

"Absolutely," she said. "You?"

He hesitated for a moment.

"Yes," he said.

"Not sure?" she questioned.

"I'm sure about being OK," he said. "But, doing this on duty isn't very smart."

"Well, this is a fine time to bring it up," she said.

"I told you before; when you wanted me to whip out my cock," he protested.

"I know," she laughed. "I'm just teasing you. Jeez."

"You shouldn't be a cop," he groused. "You should be a stand-up comedian."

She punched his shoulder as he drove.

"So, we did lunch break at your place; how 'bout breakfast at mine?" she suggested.