Patrolman: is it She or He?

I broke the kiss and she lay back against the door arching her back, raising her breasts and nipples upward. "God you kiss so good Jon. Do you like the way I kiss? Do you like the way I look?"

How odd I thought. Then again, I had come in contact with several models from my earlier days as a photographer's assistant and noticed that a common denominator seemed to be insecurity about their beauty. The more beautiful oft-times the more insecure! "Frenci, you are absolutely the most beautiful and sexiest creature I think I've ever kissed."

She seemed to melt at my words. She knew from the way I had touched and kissed her that I was hot for her. She knew I had taken a big risk to get her here in this secluded place where we could share a stolen moment of lust. She and I were both ready for more but we were somewhat limited by her dress and my time restriction.

"Jon, I want to do something for you before you have to leave me. Would you think me a terribly bad girl if I kissed you down there?" Oh, shit she was really getting to me. She said, "down there", and gestured in such a cute way. What a delicious way, I thought, to offer a man a blow-job.

"Frenci I'm honored you'd make such a generous offer." I must have said the right thing to get such a response because she simply grinned, gave me a cute turn of her head and pushed me gently back against the car door. Lifting my left leg up and over her side and onto the seat, she scooted forward and began searching for my zipper. The wide black belt of my 'Sam Brown' (I have no idea why policeman's paraphernalia is called a Sam Brown) was partially covering the top part of the metal clasp attached to my zipper. Frenci said, "Honey it'll be easier if you take him out."

Wow, now she was referring to my cock as a 'him'. I couldn't wait to see what this sexy lady was going to do with 'him'. I unzipped my trousers and began trying to get the damn thing (I mean 'him') out. This beautiful babe and the situation had created a real 'Diamond Cutter' so the 'extraction' was damn painful because there was no way to bend the sucker! Finally I got 'him' out and man…'him' was real proud. I thought it belonged to someone else because it was at least an inch longer than normal.

"Oh my…honey, he's so big and fat I don't know if I can get my mouth around it." I knew it was bullshit but is there anything a man would rather hear from a babe about to suck him off?

With that said, Frenci lowered her head and sucked 'him' insider her warm wet mouth. The first thing I noticed was her tongue. This lady really had a strong tongue. Some women just kind of form an 'O' with their lips and simply bob their head up and down with no suction. Frenci really knew how to suck. She took all of my 8 inches (minus the uniform pants) completely into her mouth. Before any up and down movements, she seemingly savored the feel and taste of my cock because I could feel her tongue and lips create a wonderful suction all around my pecker. More than that, it was coupled with a pulsing kind of 'nursing' all around and through my entire dick. It was as though my cock was a huge nipple and my blond baby was starving and trying suck out all the cream from within.

She was simply marvelous! After a full 5 minutes of her ministrations, Frenci administered the 'Coupe de Gras' when she was ready to free me of all my sperm. Oh shit no, this had nothing to do with me letting go! This hot-mouthed babe was in total control of my cock. 'Him' was now hers to do with as she damn well pleased…and she knew it. She hadn't said a word since placing her mouth on my cock. (How could she with a mouthful of cop-dick stuffing her beautiful face!). But now…oh god…now she started the up and down shit coupled with the sucking thing. My fucking nuts were really boiling!

I tried thinking of something else so I could prolong the ecstasy. I never had any problem taking my time before but this cute little cock-sucker was something else. I thought of fried liver…I hated the smell of fried liver. No dice, my nuts were still getting that familiar 'hear it comes' feeling! Then I thought of a bad accident with people's heads in the windshield and guts, blood and stuff all over! No, deal…it was still getting ready to happen! Then I succeeded (for a moment) by thinking of dead babies…yeah that ought to stop everything. And it all most worked except Frenci had one or two more tricks up her sleeve. She placed her hand at the base of my shaft. Much the way a batter chokes up on a bat. My cock was so wet from her warm saliva and the foamy goo of my pre-cum that her hand felt like a wet slippery vice on my skin. Wrapping her fist tightly around the base of my cock she once again started bobbing her head and stroking her tightly fisted hand at the same time. Oh shit! Did someone mention the word 'milking'?

The final trick sending me up and over the edge was when she began fisting, sucking, and twisting or rotating her hand all in one unison fluid movement. There weren't enough dead babies in the universe to hold back my ejaculation! As I felt the release begin I said, "Honey I'm gonna cum." I had already removed my handkerchief and had it at the ready to catch my ensuing load. She responded by griping me harder and shaking her head to let me know she wanted to swallow my cum! Her greedy little mouth was about to get its wish!

As soon as the first splash of jizz hit the back of her mouth, she started grunting as she siphoned my semen! "Uhnnn, uhnnnn…unnnnnannn!" I never had a woman make noise due to my getting off! I was puzzled until later when she explained that when my warm sperm dumped into her mouth…she had an orgasm. Frenci never even came close to spilling a drop. She was that good! I knew this was not her first cock-sucking excursion. She didn't even show the hint of a sign of choking from my load of cum. And baby, I dumped a huge load down her throat. But she sucked and gobbled it all down with the ease of a drunken Irishman draining a pint of Guinness on a dare!

I was completely drained by the time she finally lifted her mouth from my cock. "You tasted so good honey". She began putting herself together as she continued. "You know I came when you did. Could you tell? Look at my pants. I definitely want more of my Officer Jonny in the future"

I picked up my flashlight. Holding my hand over the lens to prevent the loss of 'night vision', I clicked it on. Slowly spreading my fingers I could see that Frenci's crotch was soaked. Wow, this babe was really a 'squirter' too bad I couldn't taste some of the cream from her little kitty's dish!

It was time to check back on the air. If I were to miss an hourly time check or fail to check in after my 'Code 7' then all hell would break lose! Every officer in the field would begin a citywide search for my vehicle and me. I took Frenci back to her car and she gave me her phone number so I could call her in San Francisco and make arrangements to get together during her next trip to the Los Angeles area. Next time, we could do without the Gold Lemmae Slacks and without the Police car so I could really enjoy eating and fucking my beautiful little blond actress!

After shift's end, I was standing in front of my locker changing when Officer Harry Maynti came by. "Jon, that was some hot babe you stopped last night."

"Babe my ass, she's a living doll."

"Yeah…so where were you when you checked off 'Code 7'? You damn sure wasn't at Elm and Screendale because I checked."

"Why Harry, I didn't know you cared?"

"Your ass! I don't care but when I saw you with the blond and then heard you check off 'Code 7' and hour before your usual time, then I got a little suspicious. So where did you really go?"

"You fucking cops are all the same. Suspicion and questions, questions; shit why don't you skin search my ass for drugs or something." I started laughing because it was so true. Cops always expected the worse. Even cops who were your best friend like Harry.

"You mean like the way you patted down Blondie?"

My jaw dropped and I got embarrassed. After a long pause and with Harry still staring at me I finally broke out in a shy grin. The son of a bitch really did love me. He had done what all us guys did for one another. When I didn't check back on the air right away he doubled back and 'Creeped' me. Parking up an adjacent street he had obviously witnessed my 'pat down' of Frenci with a pair of binoculars.

Now, 'Creeping' was a game we played trying to spook each other on graveyard. With lights out and the brake lights 'switched' he had 'Creeped' me good! Every patrol car had a switch that blacked out our brake lights for obvious reasons so you could go 'Creeping' for a possible burglar. Not only did 'Creeping' pay-off in catching a prowler or burglar…it kept the officers alert knowing that another officer might 'Creep' your ass and then let others know you had 'been had' (besides scaring the living shit out of you)!

Well, I knew Harry wouldn't say squat to Sgt. Sanderson. Besides I knew where Ol' Harry had buried a couple of bones himself. "You asshole. At least you didn't catch me getting' a knob-job!"

"You mean in the back of the hamburger stand? Man, you better be more careful. If Sgt. Sanderson had-a-been me last night…your sorry ass would be in the Chief's Office right now. So anyway how was she? Did you really get a b.j.?" Pointing his finger at me he said motioned, "I'll see you in the poolroom and we'll have a quick game of eight-ball and you can tell the guy who covered your sorry ass last night, all about it!"

After Harry 'broke' open the first rack I said, "Harry she was prime-time. The best tits and the absolute best blow-job I ever had! Frenci's her name and she lives in San Francisco." Harry was obviously impressed because his mouth dropped wide open. "Not only that, but she does modeling and shit for the studios. Little Miss Frenci had just come from the Beverly Hills Hotel from some kind of a film party or something. And if you don't believe me Ol' pal…here's her phone number!"

Taking the piece of paper containing the Frenci's number out of my breast pocket, I slapped it down on the rail of the pool table! Right in front of Harry as evidence to the truth of my words. "I'll introduce you to her personally the next time she comes down. Then you can see for yourself just how fine she really is and you can ask her whether I didn't get some of her fine little lips last night!"

Harry began laughing. Well, laughing isn't exactly the way to put it. It was more like a fit of uncontrollable laughter. I thought I was going to have to 'roll' the Inhalator Crew (the emergency Firemen who pre-dated the 'Paramedics'). After Harry calmed down enough to talk, he wiped his eyes with his hanky and said, "Man you really 'screwed the pooch' and I mean Royally. Half the officer's on our shift know Frenci. Her full name is Francis Swainly…" And then Ol' Harry fell over onto the center of the pool table knocking the balls all to hell…and went into another fit of uncontrollable laughter. I would have been concerned for his well-fare except for the fact; I knew it was I who was the butt of some kind of perverted joke and I was beginning to get a little pissed!

The longer he laughed and coughed…the more pissed I got. I went from a slow 'burn' to a raging anger. Harry rolled on his back and looking up into my red face he went into another fit. Harry was laughing his ass off so hard he began to draw a crowd. Our poolroom was in the middle of a large open area between the Traffic Bureau and Communications. His laughing fit brought out a small crowd of about 8 or 9 officers and civilian personnel who were beginning to join in an infectious group 'snickering' waiting to discover the joke causing Harry's maniacal laughter.

Well my Ol' Bud (Harry) finally spit out the truth which has caused me grief to this very day. The son-of-bitch had apparently lost any ability of reason and discretion concerning my reputation. He just blurted it out for everyone's ears…making me the laughing stock of the entire department! "Jon your girl friends REAL NAME is Frank Swainly. He's a female impersonator at Finocchio's. You just got a b.j. from a dude!"

It was tough to live down but I did made probation 3 months later…no thanks to Harry or Frenci! It's a good thing I never met her/him again. I would have been arrested for 'Man? /slaughter!

*Finocchio's was a San Francisco nightclub (and one of the world's most famous) that featured female impersonators from 1936 to its closing in November, 1999. Reference from San Francisco Library.

This story was based on a true incident. Therefore the last name of the Shemale has been changed. This happened in 1965 so Frank if you're a reader of Literotica and recognize part of this story please contact me. Now that Finocchio's is closed It would be a gas to find out what the heck you've been 'Up-to or In-to' lately!
The Ol' Silver Fox
AKA: Frenchman of Literotica