Learning the Ropes
People ‘round here call me, Deputy Duffy. I work for the Vermont State Police. I only got this job because my father is the sheriff. (I don't like "cops" that much, either.) I've been working for many years and have had my share of adventures, but I guess I should start at the beginning.
After I graduated from high school (I went to an all boys boarding school), my father sent me, kicking and screaming, to the police academy to follow in his footsteps. (I wanted to be a rock star.) At the young age of 19, I graduated from the police academy, finishing near the top of the class. The day I was sworn-in as a deputy was the only day I ever recall that my father said he was proud of me. (I was his only son.)
I was raised and still live in a small Southern Vermont town. There is one supermarket, one bar, one gas station and so on. (A town where everyone seemingly knows each other.) Having "Duffy" for a last name meant making friends, especially girlfriends, was nearly impossible, and going to an all boys school really didn't help that much either. There was an all girl college on the edge of our town that we were in charge of policing, so I was hoping to improve on that.
My father started me off slowly at first. I would do paperwork, answer phones, and work road details, basically learning the ropes. Living, and now working for my father was never easy. He had a bad reputation and was a difficult man to get along with. I also knew about his nickname, "Strip Search Duffy" for his affection for conducting them frequently, mostly to females. I figure this is why my mother left us when I was young and I never saw her again.
I was working late one night, about six months into my training, when my father radioed in informing me that he was bringing in a couple of "drug suspects."
I knew he was working the college detail, so I figured the suspects were probably female ones, and when he showed up a little later with two college cuties in tow, I just shook my head. He led them into the "processing room" and slammed the door shut. I began to feel flush, as I began to imagine my father conducting one of his infamous strip searches.
After about a half an hour my father came out of the room and went across the hall to use the men's room. He also left the processing room's door half-open. Curiosity got the best of me, so I crept up to take a little peek. I gasped at what my eyes fell upon. The two young women were standing back to back, their wrists handcuffed together, but the surprising thing was that they were also still buck-naked. I closed my jaw, and focused. There was this blonde, lean and tall, with nice perky breasts. The other girl was a brunette. She was a little on the heavy side, but her breasts were huge. Both of them had their heads down. I could only assume they were totally humiliated. I was moving to get an even closer look when I heard my father's voice behind me.
"Care to join me?"
Like a kid caught with his hands in the cookie jar, I quickly returned to my desk, my father laughing behind me. For the next couple of days my father laughed and teased me every time he saw me, while also sharing the story with my fellow deputies. He was obviously enjoying my shyness. About a week later he called me into his office for a "man to man" talk. He said a lot shit that day, but the thing that stuck in my head was when he said. "If I was his son, then he couldn't have me running away every time I saw a naked goddamn woman."
I thought he might get me a subscription to "Playboy" or maybe even take me to my first "strip joint" but he had other plans.
The very next day he called me into the processing room. I gulped, as I entered the room, surprised to see Ann Davis sitting on the large stainless steal table that was in the center of it. (Ann and her drunk of a husband, owned and operated the Crazy Horse, which is the only bar around.)
"You know Mrs. Davis?" My father asked, as I moved closer.
"Yeah," I managed, as I shook her hand. She looked real nervous.
"Ann is here to help us out with our little problem. Today I will be showing you how to process a female suspect. From now on we will treat Ann as a suspected drug dealer," my father said in a growl.
Now, I was real nervous. I also realized why Ann looked so nervous.
He grabbed Ann by the wrists and put them on her head. Then he produced his handcuffs.
"Easy," Ann groaned.
"The first thing you should do is frisk the suspect," my father continued, as he brought her hands down and cuffed them behind her back.
With every thing happening quickly, my mind raced. Why would Ann agree to do this? She had to know my father had the "hots" for her? Hell, half the town did. Ann was a certified fox. She was flawlessly pretty, and she sported long blonde hair and a killer body to boot. Yet, here she was, submitting to my fathers pat down. "Looking for contraband" as he put it.
I looked her over. Ann was dressed in a tight form fitting blue skirt and a matching sweater that hugged her large breasts. Looking lower, she wore sparkling blue, high heels that made her about six feet tall. As my father was running his hands over her body, he began asking her rapid-fire questions (he told me to write her answers down on the clipboard that was hanging on the wall), all of which she seemed none to happy to have to answer.
Name: Ann Davis
(I had no idea what the measurements even signified when I wrote them down, but that sheet of paper still hangs in my locker to this day.)
"Your turn," My father barked, having finished giving Ann's body a good going over.
I turned to look at Ann's green eyes now welled up with tears. She was obviously embarrassed, but with the handcuffs, she was helpless. I guess, in my blue uniform and with my baby 19-year-old face, I had to look more like a "Boy Scout" does than a "Deputy" does. I moved slowly, my face flushed, not really believing this was happening. I followed my father's instructions that he was barking. I started running my hands over her blue skirt, and then up her back, and then down her front, just lightly brushing her breasts, and then finally down the front or her skirt. I stood back and exhaled, not even sure I breathed a single breath, throughout. I thought I did a good job but my father just looked at me and laughed.
"Son, you weren't paying attention," he huffed. (Something I've heard a couple million times before.)
"When searching a busty suspect like her, you have to take your time and do a thorough search, she can hide a lot of contraband in there." He said this while fondling Ann's breasts over her sweater. He stopped and shoved her into me and I went next trying to do a better job this time. I was trying to act professional but I had to admit I loved having Ann's soft sweater covered breasts in my hands. I noticed Ann squirming under my touch, as I started slowly squeezing them, but she remained surprisingly silent, but I'm sure if she weren’t cuffed she would have slapped my face.
"Son, when a suspect is wearing heavy clothing you might have to make some adjustments. Now unbutton that sweater," my father said, tapping me on the shoulder.
By the tone in his voice, I knew he was serious, so I started to fumble with Anne's buttons. She had a worried look on her face but did not protest. There were only a couple of buttons, buttoned, so soon the sweater fell open, exposing her small blue bra that barely kept her breasts from spilling out. My face felt as if it was sunburnt.
I searched her again, per my father's request. I began running my hand over the bra and under the straps. He ordered me to "lift each breast out of their cup and inspect each one." I looked at him in astonishment.
"Do it!" He barked.
I had to admit the feeling was almost overwhelming. She had soft full breasts with large shiny areolae and nice brown nipples. Ann squirmed even more under my touch, now, as I massaged her naked breasts. She even whimpered some protest. My father whispered something into her ear and she seemed to calm down a bit. I was a little disappointed when my father told me to stop, several moments later. However, that quickly faded when he announced that her lower-half search would be next.
He helped me pull up her tight skirt, which revealed her small blue silk panties. I roamed my hands over them, patting them down, "looking for contraband." My father's hands were also roaming on the front of her panties.
"C'mon guys," Ann finally protested. Ignoring her I gave her ass several squeezes. I was surprised at, for a larger size ass, how firm it was.
Finished with our manual pat down, my father took off the handcuffs and stood back. Ann reacted to this by quickly pulling her skirt down and then started stuffing her breasts back into her bra.
"Ann, what are you doing, you know you're going the wrong way?" My father said, folding his arms.
"What?" Ann cried out, while I did some silent cheering.
"Strip!" My father barked. "And I mean now."
"Look, I don't wanna...."
"I know, but you have no choice, once you start you can't change your mind," he interrupted. He moved real close. "Now get them clothes off."
Ann closed her eyes and seemed to be praying.
"Ann, why aren't you naked yet?" (My father was never much into prayer.)
"I can't believe I'm doing this!" Ann cried out, as she began to slowly shed her clothing. (She wasn't the only one. I stood back, feeling like a deer in caught in headlights, watching her unintentional sexy strip show. She was only the second live naked woman for me. The other one was a drunk 18 year-old girl, who had a sticklike figure, who took my virginity in a darkened room a couple of months prior. But she was no Ann Davis!)
Ann passed her clothing to my father for "inspection" and then to be dropped on the floor, pausing only when it was time to shed her panties. Now totally naked, she complained of being cold, so my father let her put her heels back on. What a guy!
Ann tried to cover her voluptuous body with her hands. My father was having none of that and quickly barked. "Hey, put your hands in back of your head, elbows out, and spread your legs, two feet apart."
"Bastard," Ann shot back, but quickly complied when my father took a step in her direction. We took our time soaking in the beautiful specimen on display before us, my father instructing her to turn around several times...slowly.
"Natural blonde," my father whispered to me, breaking me from my "wow, she's so fucking hot" trance.
"Let's have a better look," my father suddenly announced. He ordered Ann to turn around and grab her ankles. Ann slowly, almost teasingly complied. After a visual inspection, my father announced it was time for an even closer look. He stood by her side and reached around and grabbed her ass with both hands. He slowly pulled them apart, which gave us a spectacular view of her anus and pussy lips that were free of pubic hair.
My father cleared his throat. "Ann, reach back and spread your pussy open or I will!"
I knew this only really gave her one option. I focused on her pussy when I saw her fingers come into my view. They fumbled around before they pulled apart, and I saw her pinkish insides. (Pink instantly became my favorite color. Long before that Aerosmith song.) If my father wasn't with me I think this would have been to much for me to handle, but my father was cool and in complete control. It struck me that he hadn't even broke a sweat, while I was covered in it.
My father let go of her ass cheeks, much to my chagrin, and pulled her over to the steel table.
"Up you go, on all fours," he hissed.
I watched in stunned silence, as she complied with not even a word of protest, wondering what was next. I’m sure she was as well.
"Chest down...legs spread."
"Man, this was almost too good to be true," I thought, when she was into position, which quickly became my favorite. (I laughed inside. "This is way better than a playboy subscription.")
Watching my father in action, so cool and calm, I had a new respect for him, and for the first time I was proud to be his only son.
He announced it was time for a "cavity" search. He said we should start with her perfect pussy. I had to agree. He even let me go first. He started explaining the make-up of one using medical terms, most of which went over my head at that moment. I was simply lost in lust, probing my finger around her glorious pussy.
My father let me take my time, as it was my first time, he announced, which silenced Ann's protests. After a minute or two, my father pushed on her back and tucked her knees up, announcing it was time for the "rectal search."
"Please, not that," Ann whined. I looked to my father for an answer.
He answered by snapping on a rubber glove. He gave me one and I put it on my right hand. He went first this time, showing me how to lube up the glove and proceeded to lube up Ann's asshole. I was in total awe that we (a couple of small town hicks) got to do this. He went slowly and I couldn't really make out every thing that was being said as he slowly worked his finger in and out of her asshole. I was just nervously waiting for my turn. My father watched over my shoulder as I went next. Ann squirmed on the table as my finger entered her asshole. I was definitely enjoying my "power" now. Ann looked back at me several times over her shoulder almost pleading me to stop with her tear filled green eyes.
"No such luck," I thought. Instead, I inserted two fingers into her hot pussy that was gapping wide open, as if, inviting me in. I started thrusting my hands back and forth as Ann was thrashing around on the table, letting out groans, I figured, of pleasure. After a minute or two, my father patted me on the back, telling me that he thought she had had enough. I disappointingly withdrew my fingers and cleaned up her body juices from my hands with a wet nap. My father cleaned her body cavities. He slapped her ass as a signal that he was finished. Ann rolled over sat up on the edge of the table. She was still whimpering.
"Ann," My father said.
"W-w-what now?" Ann mumbled.
"I need you to take care of one more thing," he said, pointing to the front of my pants.
I quickly covered my crotch, more than a little embarrassed that I had such a noticeable erection, and that he knew.
"Don't be embarrassed son, it happens. Oh, well, I'd love to stay, but I have Penny waiting for me in the other room," My father said, as he patted me on the back. (Penny is a barmaid, who works for Ann at the Crazy Horse.) He left quickly slamming the door behind him and for the first time I was alone with Ann.
She quickly hopped off the table. "Look, you fucking asshole," Ann cursed. "I only fuck my husband so don't get any funny ideas."
"I'm sorry Ann, really, I think I just got a little carried away."
Ann looked at me with her arms on her hips with a "no shit" look on her face.
"It's just...well you are just so beautiful...and your body...it's just so overwhelming," I managed.
"Well, at least you know how to apologize," but I could tell that she was still a little mad. "Like I said, I only fuck my husband, so please."
I thought she was going to brush by and put her clothes on, but instead she covered her body with her hands and looked to the floor. My mind was spinning. Whatever my father had on her had to be good to get her to go through this. And why was Penny here, too? She hated my father as much as Ann. And why was she just cowering as if waiting my instruction?
They say every dog has its day. I figured....
I moved closer to Ann and pressed on her shoulders. She must have known it was coming because she dropped to her knees and then quickly peeled down my uniform pants and boxers, freeing my throbbing hardon.
She reached up and wrapped her small fingers around it and started jerking. It felt good, but it suddenly hit me that I could have more.
"Put it in your mouth," I managed. She shook her head and pulled away. I chuckled, loving the fact that she didn't, it turned me on more.
"I said, suck my dick." This time I said it as forcefully as I could. She looked to the floor. I picked her chin up and ran my cock against her peach colored lips.
"Ok, let's just get this over with," she snarled. "And don't think I'm going to swallow, and don't touch my fucking hair."
I would have responded but her lips and tongue started working their magic. I was too stunned to do anything other than grip the edge of the table and enjoy my first blowjob. (No wonder this was all guys talked about back in school.) She was quickly applying increased pressure with her hand, probably trying to get it over with as fast as possible. It all felt so damn good I knew as hard as I tried not to that I was going to erupt soon.
I pulled away to catch my breath. I also thought she was using too much hand, but I had a solution to that. I kicked off my uniform pants and grabbed my handcuffs.
"C'mon," Ann protested, but I slapped them on her. (A first since the academy.) Knelling behind her I reached around caressed her breasts. This time, there was no pretence of any search. I was simply feeling her up.
"Please," Ann whispered after several minutes of my groping.
"Please, what?" I asked, pinching her nipple.
"I only fuck my husband…I’m not on the pill."
"I know, you told me that," I said moving in front of her. (I really didn’t know how to fuck anyways at that point.)
She opened her mouth, but I stepped back. "Ask me."
"Ask me." I was quickly realizing the power that came from my last name.
"Oh god.... Please, can I suck your cock?" She said it rather wisely but I still enjoyed it and let her. As she sucked I explained our new relationship, in between my moans of pleasure.
"Now, Ann, you know I could fuck you if I wanted too. But I'll respect your whishes, but I want you and your barmaids to be more 'friendlier' to me when I come in. Is that clear?"
She looked up at me with my cock still in her mouth and whimpered, and then she nodded. (Yeah, I loved my newfound power. Although, I suddenly realized that I had become everything I hated about cops in such a short time.)
"Oh well, like father like son," I thought, as I grabbed Ann's head and started to fuck her face, remembering her earlier orders, when she thought she was in control.
I made sure I messed up her hair pretty good and then it was time to mess up that pretty face of hers, too. I pulled out and shot spurts of cum onto her face, as she tried to pull away, but a handful of hair kept her in place. I smeared my cum around before I pressed my cock back into her mouth. She scrunched her face but milked me dry. It was heaven.
I finally let her pull away. "Bastard" she snarled.
"Maybe," I said with a laugh and then I took off her cuffs. "But a real bastard would have fucked your ass." She looked at me with worry. I slapped her ass. "Now go clean up, the bathroom is across the hall."
"Like this?" she said, still naked, and looking up at me with a face smeared with cum.
"Yeah, I have a feeling you aren't the first woman to leave this room in this condition. Although, you were my first."
Ann stood up. "Well, at least you will always remember me. I mean, they say you never forget your first blowjob."
I could only nod in agreement. In fact, I knew I would never forget this day, period.
"But, that's the last one you'll get from me," Ann said, as she gathered her clothes and then she quickly headed across the hall.
"We'll see about that," I said with a chuckle.
Just to tie up some of the questions that still lingered, I did some investigating. It seems my father found Ann and Penny serving drinks after-hours one night at the Crazy Horse. (Ann's husband had long since passed out drunk.) My father rounded up the remaining customers and collected ID's. He found two girls who were only 19 and 20-years-old. An obvious violation. He threatened Ann with a trip down to the station, and a call to the department of liquor control, but instead worked out a quick deal with Ann and Penny. He said he would let them off the hook, but they "owed" him.
I also found out that he let most of the customers go that night, except for the 19 and 20-year-old lawbreakers. He made a deal with them for their freedom. But freedom has a price. He had each one strip for him, as he sucked down some beer, and then they put on a girl-girl show, before they each did their own sucking.
Funny, that no one likes my father.... But I think I'm going to like working for him after all.
STAY TUNED FOR MORE ADVENTURES.