The Law Rises to the Occasion Pt. 06

It didn't take long for Franko's sidekicks Mitch and Jacob to figure out someone was sharing Franko's motel room -- a few humorous asides on the phone made that clear. So Franko, to avoid having the operation turn sour and ruin his career, called his bosses back at the station. He finally was able to convince them, especially after the failure to hit paydirt so far, to pay Naomi to be an "investigative associate." But they, said, this would last no more than three weeks or until some arrests were made.

For the sake of propriety, Naomi was given a separate room at the motel. However, Franko/Jess and Naomi weren't about to end their good times together. So, more often than not, they slept together. Franko felt guilty about this extramarital affair, but Naomi was ever so sexy and seductive ... and fun.

One late evening after they returned from trolling the streets together, they closed the door to Franko/Jess' room and immediately embraced tightly, kissed hungrily, and then began peeling off each other's clothing. The tall trans woman went down on her knees, and Jess began to push Naomi's head against his prick.

Jess was soon headed for oblivion, but Naomi pulled away with a sly smile.

"Tonight's the night you fuck me for real, cop gurl."

Before Jess could even respond, Naomi took a condom from her purse and rolled it down Jess' big dick. Naomi lay on her back on the bed and offered up her rosy little hole with some lube lathered around it. Her legs, with gartered nylons still in place, were raised up and back to facilitate Jess' insertion.

There was no way Jess could harbor any reservations on her part about assfucking. Naomi's sexy facial features and just-right tits (even if implants) had taken over Jess' senses. She entered her lover's tight little boi vagina with relish and pushed on in. Naomi's eyelids fluttered.

At the same time, Jess grasped Naomi's already-wet, erect dick. Naomi's head suddenly swung to the side in the throes of pleasure.

"Oh my god, my god," she said huskily. "You bad gurl. Do me, do me in, kill me."

Jess smiled. "You are absolutely the most beautiful woman in the world, really. And I'm going to fuck you deep. Going to make you 500 percent woman; all the way, all the way in."

"Yes, you will, you will. Do it."

And so, Jess began to fuck against the wonderful tightness of Naomi's vagina. In and in and in again, while slowly letting her hand slide down Naomi's prick over and over again.

Afterward, laying exhausted on the bed, they couldn't remember who blew their load first. Naomi's body had flexed upward, and then there was warmth spurting from her happy dick. Jess at nearly the same time exploded into her condom endlessly.

The hugged, threw a blanket over them, and briefly fell asleep before showering. Then it was nightie time and a good night's sleep.

When they woke in the morning, with memories of their wild time still fresh, Naomi began playing with Jess' nipples under her nightie, twisting and pinching them with her long nails. Jess has wanted to sleep a little longer, but that was quickly forgotten with an urgent erection. She became inflamed by Naomi's mix of body aroma and faint perfume from the night before. After kissing her nipples, Jess was drawn down to Naomi's dick under the sheets, her wonderful chocolate dick that was also unfurled for action.

"God!" Naomi exclaimed as Jess took the head of her penis into her mouth, and explored it with her tongue. The taste was unfamiliar, but that added to the turn-on. Meanwhile, Jess reached around almost by instinct and inserted a finger into her companion's boi hole. This really turned on Naomi's lights as she began moaning.

Jess had never given a blowjob before and wasn't quite sure how to proceed. She tried to imitate Naomi's artful blowjobs, but felt clumsy. But soon, Naomi began holding Jess' head and guiding it back and forth along the length of her well-endowed penis.

"Oh, Jess, you don't know how much ... "

Then she gasped and shot load after load into Jess' mouth and throat. That made Jess gasp a little. But she felt fulfilled. This is something she had unconsciously wanted, as part of her becoming a sometimes woman. Giving and receiving. The fucker and the fucked.

Two days later, Jess finally let Naomi fuck her one morning -- with her real prick. Good and hard. Jess learned to relax and be occupied, to be fucked. To feel that for a time, she was a woman being truly fucked.

Needless to say, after all this, Naomi and Jess were lovers in all senses of the word. Interestingly, at the same time, Jim Franko was becoming much more turned on during sex with his wife, who never questioned his enhanced ardor.

Several nights later, the two were at their usual bus stop outpost, sitting on hard benches. Since Naomi became a paid associate, she rarely performed tricks with cruising men. But this evening, she found one john attractive and harmless, and went off to give him a blowjob. While she was gone, Jess entertained a couple offers from lascivious men, and even got into the car of one of them, to massage his dick through his trousers. Of course, her price was too high.

Later, as Jess primped using her compact mirror, Naomi was telling her about her BJ-ed john when another car rolled by -- a silver Suburban SUV with some dust and mud on it. The driver motioned Naomi over and a conversation ensued. Suddenly the pitch of the negotiations raised, and Naomi began walking away.

A voice inside the SUV cursed, saying, "No one walks away from me, ever." And with that a man in his 30s, wearing cowboy boots, levis and an old sweater, exited, walked over and stealthily displayed a pistol.

"Both of you, into the car."

"What's this? You threatening us with a frickin' gun?" responded Jess for the benefit of Mitch and Jacob.

"You got that right. Don't do anything stupid, whore."

Jess wanted to pull her own pistol out of her purse, but the man was following them. She ardently hoped that Mitch and Jacob weren't asleep in their van.

As they approached, another younger man, maybe in his early 20s, got out of the back seat. He didn't seem quite as confident.

Their street was deserted, with just an occasional car driving by.

"So, this is it," thought Jess. "This is how it comes down."

The older man directed Naomi to sit in the front seat, where the younger man cuffed her hands behind her with a zip tie. She looked plaintively toward Jess, who returned a quick half-smile.

Then it was time for Jess to be cuffed in the back seat, while her purse lay on the floor. As they pulled away and headed down the dark street, the young man alongside Jess looked rather pleased with himself, as if to say, "We own you, babes. Ain't nothin' you can do."

What he didn't know was that Jess knew how to prevent the full closure of zip ties. Police training.

As the young dude was busy looking out the window, Jess slipped a hand out of her tie, and quietly probed around with her foot for her purse. Finding it, she quickly reached down and drew her pistol, which she quickly pressed against the neck of the driver.

"OK, cocksuckers, I'm a cop with a pistol, and if any of you makes a bad move, someone's gonna get shot. Ya want that ta happen? Now pull over and park and put your hands up where I can see them."

The older man cursed at the younger man for allowing this to happen, while the younger man suddenly looked scared as piss. The driver obligingly pulled over.

"Go walk five yards away from the car, lay down on the ground, and lay your hands over your heads," Jess commanded.

And that was that.

While holding them in that position at gunpoint, Jess called Mitch and Jacob via cell phone for an assist. He got Mitch after a minute or two. Mitch, embarrassed, had to admit they'd left their post early, expecting another zero night. So, Jess had to resort to calling the station for a couple patrol cars which arrived within minutes, sirens blaring in classic police style.

Back at the station in the wee hours, Franko brought Naomi in with him to fill out reports. Elsewhere, the two perps were being booked and processed. The several officers on duty congratulated the two on their arrests.

The entire decoy operation was a complete surprise to the night-shift officers, and they had a little difficulty processing the fact that their fellow officer, Jim Franko, was now dressed convincingly as a woman. They also seemed uncomfortable around Naomi, striking as she was. Franko merely introduced her as his partner.

Now Franco could relax a little, and though entirely dressed as a woman, resumed his male mannerisms and movements.

Because the criminals were eventually connected to other sex crimes as well, and confessed, the entire Bellevue operation was considered closed and a success, and Franko was lauded in the media and given a special award from the Memphis PD. Naomi was cut loose, but given a substantial monetary reward for her services.

Franko, however, with his wife's blessing, maintained contact with Naomi, and soon weaned her away from street work, pulling levers for her that put her on an upward path. She resumed her work as a real estate agent, got her own apartment, and attended a community college. She eventually married a woman, while always continuing to be an exuberant "Naomi."

As for Jim Franko, life was never quite the same after his experiences in Bellevue and the motel. He indulged his newly found attachment to women's lingerie and clothing, and, as his wife had earlier mentioned, it did make their sex hotter and more varied. If Chrissy ever suspected that Naomi and Franko had been lovers, she never brought it up.

When the two of them made love, Franko sometimes wore a panty, which Chrissy loved to stroke until his prick strained hard against it. Once in a while, he'd wear a nightie to bed. Several times a year, they spent a weekend at a distant city away from their kids, bringing their special suitcase containing all the lingerie and clothing he'd worn as Jess. Chrissy enjoyed applying his lipstick and makeup, and then they had sex as women. She indulged his desire to be fucked and loved directing him to tongue her private parts. After a weekend of this, they returned completely refreshed and happy to resume family life.

Finally, Franko was promoted to sergeant, and became more of an administrator. However, when he did work the streets occasionally, and encountered a trans woman working the streets, or having relationship problems, or drug problems, he was overly considerate and helpful, and avoided making life difficult for them.

Other than meeting his wife, being Jess had been the best thing that ever happened to him.

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