In Uniform

A Police Story

Sophie
Sin

Contents

Front
Page

Contents

Copyright

Introduction

1.
Ms. Sexy In Blue's
Proposal

2.
Handcuffed To The
Bed

3.
How He
Decided

Bonus
Book

Book
Note

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by Sophie Sin

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INT
RODUCTION

People get up to strange things in
relationship to their jobs. This book takes a look at one odd
couple with a big decision on their hands.

Thank you for reading Sophie Sin's work.

Much appreciation,

Kenneth Guthrie

Editor & Publisher

Lunatic Ink Publishing

1

From the couch of Charley Marone...

She wants me to make the biggest decision of
my life like this?

They say that text messaging has taken over
the world to the point where lovers even ask each other to marry
one another over it. This is the first time that I've ever heard of
anyone asking if their boyfriend of several years will consider
having a baby with them. The emoticons alone take away from the
seriousness of the proposal.

I swing my feet over the side of the couch
and throw my boots one over the other. My naked skin is touched by
a light wind from the nearby open window that looks over the street
to the police station where the sender is texting from.

Rubbing the stubble on my
jaw with one hand, I thumb in my reply:
You are asking me by text?!?

The reply comes shortly with a little
bell-like bing from my phone.

Work is busy.

It's always busy,
I write back.

The captain has us working
late tonight
, Jenny continues without
replying to my text message – probably ignoring it because of the
angry face next to
busy
.

“
Then fucking tell him you
want to have a
serious
conversation with your boyfriend and get your ass over here,”
I voice.

Instead I write:
So you are
seriously
asking me this over
text?

It's the best I can do.

Sliding up the cushion, I stare at my school
books. My girlfriend is a cop. She's been a cop for 5 years and is
getting to that age that women do when they want to babies. I'm
still in university studying for my PhD in Physics (I'm a math
geek). The answer is simple.

I can't have a baby with a cop just now.
What if you get hurt or killed?

If we are going to get to it on text message
then we might as well REALLY get to it.

There's radio silence. I wait and stare at
the door before reaching down, picking up my coffee in the chipped
mug I like and take a sip before settling back to switch to the
game app I was playing. The lady of the house is pissed and,
fortunately, due to her work, won't be coming over to take it out
on me.

I pity the criminals that get in her way
today. I wouldn't want to be them.

2

HANDCUFFED TO THE BED

In the evening around 8pm...

“
Charley Marone, you will
not deny me.”

Silly me: I mistook pissed for planning.
Jenny has her night stick out and I'm cuffed to the bed after a
short scuffle in the lounge that didn't go my way. As I was naked
except for my boots at the time, I'm still naked right now.

“
I'm not saying I won't,” I
try.

The sexy blond, who has had my heart from
the moment she arrested me for drunk and disorderly several years
back, shifts one leg out and puts on a wide stance with her arms
crossed and the night stick hanging from her fingers. I note that
she has put on black heels with high pins. If one of those pin
heels where to connect with my nuts then I'd be having the kind of
visit to the hospital that is hard to explain with “I fell down the
stairs and impaled my balls.”

We stare at each other. Her blues eyes are
like fire and tell me about as much as I want to know about the
quality of her anger. My brown eyes are more calm than I feel. The
truth of the situation is that my older girlfriend has a mean
temper that is razor sharp when she's mad. Right now Jenny is about
as pissed as the buxom blond can get. It's all part of the dynamic
of our relationship, but that doesn't stop me from worrying about
the future of my nuts.

“
You said that you wouldn't
in your message.” The woman's voice is like lava. I'm definitely at
risk of sleeping on the couch for a few nights here – if not
something more.

“
What I said is the truth.
We aren't ready yet. You'd have to give up the job.”

She raises an eyebrow and taps the
nightstick against her curvy hip.

“
You know I
won't.”

Then it's time to tell the truth.

“
If you don't then I won't
give you a baby. I can't be a single dad and your job is too
risky.”

Again we stare at each other.

“
You are
serious?”

“
100%”

Jenny slides down on the side of the bed and
stares at me. We don't say a word until the woman stands and
squares her shoulders.

“
I love you, Charley
Marone, and I'm willing to put up with a lot from you, but this is
not going to happen. You aren't going to ruin my dream of a house,
kids and you as my husband.”

I spoke honestly and here
she is doing it too.
The husband thing has
been discussed, but I didn't realize that she had a house and
kids
with an
s
on the end in mind.

“
I---”

Strolling over, she covers my mouth and then
reaches into the drawer on her side of the bed.

“
You aren't going to take
this from me, Charley. I
won't
let you.”

The roll of duct tape surprises me when I
see it taken from the drawer. Before I can do or say anything, my
lips are sealed with a strip of silver tape.

“
It's convenient that
you've been letting everything hang out,” she purrs, the woman's
firm hand coming down to my flaccidness and working it in long slow
strokes that is reversing the effect rather quickly.

“
You never could resist my
hand job,” Jenny says in triumph when my cock is standing long and
proud to the ceiling.

“
Please...” I mumble, “This
might not be a good idea.”

I watch on as she slowly slips down her work
trousers to show me something that has me hard as an ice pick.

“
I tidied it
today.”

Bare as a baby's bottom at 32: This woman is
taking no prisoners.

“
You always talk about how
it makes you hot.” Her fingers stroke along my face lovingly. “Are
you hot right now, baby?”

I groan and my cock jerks. Jenny glances at
it then meets my eyes once more.

“
Looks like he likes it a
lot.”

Jenny slips over top of me. I can see her
cute pussy just an inch from my naked cock. We never do it raw and
the thought of entering her without some protection is both heady
and scary.

“
I don't get a choice?” I
try to say.

Tapping my cheek twice, Jenny chuckles – a
sweet wet sound – and spreads her pussy lips in a way that shows
the pink and nearly sends my body over the edge.

“
You don't want
one.”

In one sliding motion, my girlfriend, who I
love deeply and can't keep my hands off on a normal day, takes my
hard cock into her sweet cunt.

“
SHIT!”

This is heard clearly for both of us.
Jenny's face starts to flush and mine is sweating. THIS is what her
pussy feels without the barrier of a condom. It's hot and wet and
curved and smooth. I'm in heaven.

“
Cum for me,
honey.”

I said that I don't get a choice and I was
right. This gorgeous pussy of hers is eating away at my mental
stamina. Jenny's sexy ass pounding down over and over on my thighs
with a loud slap every time it connects is arousing. The whole
inside of her pussy is tensing and contracting in ways that I have
never felt before. I stare at her big tits bouncing about and know
there is no way to avoid this.

“
Yes!” I moan.

My orgasm is long. It's a rich sensation
that starts very slow and then builds and builds like a mountain
rising up from the earth to reach the clouds above. When I cum, it
is like the firing of a cannon. The aftershocks are just as
powerful.