Friendly Affair: Weeks state of Mind (chapter 23)

Friendly Affair: Weeks state of Mind (chapter 23) Friendly Affair: Weeks state of Mind (chapter 23)

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Submitted: November 13, 2016

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Back at the office... The time so late; Dt. Weeks still looking over the case, Remembering Chris... His face... His voice; How everything about him just makes her so moist, Makes her weak... Tingles her inside; She throbs for him... Wanting that time, But can't cross that line... Not for some sex; Her profession comes first... Everything else comes next, She feels a tap on her shoulder... That firmilar voice; Instantly between her thighs again she gets moist, She turns in her chair... Before her stands Chris; Asking for a place to talk... Will take just a minute, Weeks gets out of her chair... Says to him rude; "You have two minutes... I'm going home soon, To the interrogation room... Weeks brings Chris in; Looks at her watch says "your time now begins!",

Chris: I wanted to come down to apologize again; For upsetting you... Deceiving my friends, I was very selfish in so many ways; The truth is I'm addicted to sex... I need to get laid, My testosterone rages... At times I can't control it; I feel the urges... In my pants I start buldging, Wanting to be bad... Be a down right freak; Show my strength... Manhandle the weak...

Dt. Weeks: Okay that's enough... Don't want to hear more; You're nothing but a gigilo... Some type of male whore, You prey on the weak to built your poor excuse as a perv; One day in life... You will get what you deserve, Your time is up... Is there anything more; Because I am done!... She heads out the door.

Feeling at close range... Chris not far behind; So upset... So much confliction going on in her mind, So unfocused she can hardly breath; Into the bathroom to hide then goes Weeks, Before the door can close... Someone else comes in; She looks... It's Chris... Slowly locking her in, Frozen and can't speak... What's coming next; Walks up to Dt. Weeks... Feels the exhale of her breath, She starts to shake but not in fear; Then she hears Chris whispers in her ear,

Chris: Cut the bull shit... I know what you need; You want me or else you would have screamed, You been playing bad cop but don't have me fooled; You want me just as bad as I been wanting you...

Chris takes her cuffs... Pushes her into a stall; Rips open her uniform... Cuffs together her arms, Pulls down her pants... Lifts her in the air; Weeks can't say a word as she carries on with no fears, Her legs wrapping his face... On his shoulders they rest; He's eating her pussy... Softly shes moaning Chris, Its been so long... But within a matter of seconds; She begins to climax while from the waist down he gets naked, Keeping her suspended against the wall in the stall; Chris enters her body... His dick so big and hard, Doing nothing shy of fucking Dt Weeks; He's loosening her up... He's going so deep, She wants to scream with so much delight; But the thought of someone hearing... With all her might, Dt. Weeks moans quietly only amongst them; Still in disbelief the situation she's in, Having sex with someone who maybe killed two men; But like a sex addict killing the pussy he's in, Each time she cums... Its more intense from the last; Feels so amazing having his hands grip her ass, The banging so loud as he goes faster; With a cocky voice she hears him ask her...

Chris: Is this pussy mine... If so let it flow; Don't hold back... Let that shit go, Don't be ashamed that you're sexing me; In the bathroom... At your job... Let go and then scream, Do it for me... You dirty naughty cop; Now you're the prisoner... In my jail you are locked, There is no bail... If you want to be free; Scream as you cum... For me make your plea...

Dt. Weeks can't help it... She has to let it out; She needs to cum... She wants to shout, She gave him 2 minutes but he's taking more; Turning her from a decorative cop... To some cheap street whore, She says to Chris she can't hold on; She let's out a scream... Let's out a long moan...

Dt. Weeks then jumps... scared about who may have heard; She was sleeping at her desk... None of this was going on, She was only dreaming about what she wants; To be fucked by Chris... Her secret is dark, She cannot allow this... Its in bad taste; To fall for a person she is working on their case...


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