F**k da POlice

F**K da POlice
As always the farm boy is just trying to stay fresh and give something different. Am still veeeery new to writing and so I do enjoy your comments and constructive criticism as they have already made me a better writer. xxxKeep eating pussyxxx Farmer Joe ; }

Chelsea was a tough cop who had chosen a career in the force over modelling after a college roommate was brutally gang raped and murdered while out clubbing one night.

While she had chosen the force, a career that required a lot of structure and discipline she still liked to look good and made the cop uniform look completely spectacular and 100 percent arousing in any man’s (and women’s) book. She stood at 6.3 and looked like a real live Barbie doll with curves and bumps in all the right places. It was no accident that the partner that was assigned to her, Glen was gay. Before they rode together there was no end of fighting and fun and games trying to work out who would ride with her.

Chelsea had gotten a lot of grief from squad members when she first started as they thought she was not tough enough to hack it out on the streets with all the gangbangers and petty criminals that she would be dealing with on a daily basis. It had taken around three months and a lot of holding her tongue when she was being ragged on but she had finally proven herself and had earned respect from all of her work mates.

In the mean time she had also made a name for herself amongst the not so law abiding citizens. She had regular confrontations with and copped frequent earfuls of abuse and threats from gang members and hookers but was becoming immune to their hostility and usually gave a lot worse back than she got to start with. Chelsea had had studied various martial arts, her favourite being ninjitsu which on occasion had come in handy when dealing with multiple attackers. She was definitely an intimidating figure on the beat and a significantly changed girl to the one who walked in and found her friends brutalised body lying dead in their apartment in just 3 years ago.

It was in the early hours of a Sunday morning after a relatively uneventful Saturday night and just heading into the boring part of her shift but still a couple of hours until she finished. Chelsea had sent Glen home as he was so ill he could barely stay on his bike. Not exactly protocol but Chelsea figured she could handle anything from this point in the shift on her own and Glen had covered for her a few times.

Chelsea was cruising slowly down the main street keeping an eye out for trouble when she noticed several people around a car parked at the far end of an otherwise quiet alley. She circled around and went back for a longer look. Sitting at the end of the ally she could now make out 8 young males, 2 cars, and 1 had the boot open with one of the males sitting in it. She had decided it was highly likely a drug deal and decided to slowly and noisily approach giving them time to pack up and get out of there as she did not feel like dealing with the eight of them on her own, as intimidating as she was.

She revved the cruiser and headed on down the alley slowly. Unfortunately they did not move on and so she would have to check out the situation and get them to move on. When she got there they began whistling and making all kinds of lewd remarks. She thought about cracking a couple of heads open with her baton as any abuse sexual in nature was her pet hate and pushed her buttons every time. All of them were mouthing off except the one sitting in the boot, a tall athletic handsome black male who spoke, encouraging them to settle down. They did as he asked giving her the opportunity to speak. She asked them what was going on and the handsome one claimed it was his birthday and they were having a few quiet drinks before they all went their separate ways. She took out a torch and looked through both cars and found nothing particularly suspicious which was kind of a relief. She asked them to move their party somewhere else and then left as they started up again with their sexual jeering and hostility.


Lying in a nice warm bath in her small but cosy apartment that night she thought about the situation and in particular the black stud. She began to fantasise about placing cuffs on him and rubbing her pussy lips all over his handsome face and smothering him as she slipped first one then two fingers up her slit and began pumping. She thought about his tongue bringing her to orgasm releasing her gush of fluid as she writhed in ecstasy, perched on his face until she choked or drowned the life out of him. She rubbed her rock hard nipple between her finger and thumb and then began massaging her breast as she imagined him sucking her massive tit and then choking with her nipple half way down his throat as the life drained from his body. She often thought about the low life’s she met on the street like this as it seemed to give her a tiny feeling of sweet revenge over the scum that had ended her friend’s young life a few years ago. She continued to fantasise and pump her horny pussy until her hips bucked and shook with orgasm leaving her totally drained of energy laying in her warm soothing bath.

The following week, again on the Saturday night Chelsea was feeling very drained after pulling some extra shifts to help out others on the squad as she still wanted to keep on their good side. She finished at 10 and headed home to a nice warm bath and bed. On her way she passed the alley where she had broken up the little party the black stud and his mates were having the week before.

She was surprised to see a group of people again hanging around the alley. She squinted as she tried to make out any familiar faces but was too far away. She suspected it was the same gang but was not sure and was now facing a mental battle, unsure of whether to just leave and go home as her shift had already finished, or to go and move the gang on.