Dirty Cops

By Frank Noir

These cops do their best work out of uniform.

Once again, Frank Noir invites you into a world of explicit eroticism that will get your pulse racing.

Gorgeous police officer Elizabeth Cooper is determined to make it to the top - and she will use all her irrestistible sexual charms to get there.

However, once she's romoted to inspector, she has to deal with the two bad boys on the force: Jack Moore and Omar Wilson are abusing their power to sexually harrass innocent civilian women. And against her will, Elizabeth finds herself hopelessly attracted to the handsome Omar.

How will she resolve that conundrum? And will anyone be able to to fulfill her sexual needs?

"Dirty Cops" is an explosive fantasy of insatiable lust - driving the corrupt and horny cops from one breathless sex scene to the next - turning the station house into a steamy orgy of frenzied lust.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Frank Noir
• Release date: Jun 6, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005660390

Frank Noir

Frank Noir is an author of explicitly pornographic novels and short stories, living and working in Berlin, Germany.His writings have appeared in print and online under various pseudonyms.The stories of Frank Noir are graphically sexual, daring to embrace the darker side of our carnal urges. Hard, yet sensual tales of submission and guilty pleasures.

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Dirty Cops

by Frank Noir

Copyright 2022 Frank Noir

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Table of Contents

1. Promotion

2. Manifestation

3. Gratification

4. Suspension

5. Interrogation

6. Frustration Part I

7. Frustration Part II

8. Assertion

9. Reaction

10. Resolution Part I

11. Resolution Part II

12. Infatuation

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1. Promotion

Well, aren’t you just scrumptious! Elizabeth said to her reflection.

She stood in front of an industrial-style mirror in her sparsely decorated apartment - like a vision of femininity in a surprisingly masculine environment. Or so her friends would tell her. Elizabeth, of course, was all woman – in an almost provocatively voluptuous way. And her friends had never understood why someone that feminine would surround herself with stark minimalism and industrial design – all grey walls and aluminium surfaces. But she didn’t see it as a conflict. For her, an apartment was purely practical – a machine for living. She considered herself to be a frank, no-nonsense person – and the apartment reflected those traits perfectly. And after all, she did have art on her walls: highly stylized erotic images of women in black garters and suspenders. So whatever one might say about her private space, it certainly wasn’t asexual.

Elizabeth undid another button on her blouse and studied the result in the mirror, smiling at the sight. That would surely get the chief's attention. After all, he was getting on in years, and in her experience older guys were so starved for sex it was almost comical. She had never seen his wife, but Elizabeth was surely more than a match for her. For one thing, she had a pretty decent pair of breasts, and she'd never known a man who hadn't cast more than a fleeting glimpse at her bust. She laughed to herself. Men. They were so easy. She adjusted her bra, making sure her cleavage looked its very best.

Meow, a shrill voice said.

Her ginger cat Juliette stood at her feet, staring up at her with round, amber eyes. Elizabeth bent down and stroked the furry back of the animal’s neck until it purred contentedly. Then she returned to the mirror.

Her makeup was slightly more dramatic than usual: Shimmering slate grey eye shadow, dark red lipstick. She’d have liked to wear an even shorter skirt than the black knee-length one she had on – after all, her legs were pretty fine, too. But that might be frowned upon at the station, and she didn’t want to get herself in trouble. Not today, at least. On the plus side, the length of the skirt made it less obvious that she wore no knickers.

She took one last glance in the mirror, twirling around, her dark chestnut hair falling over her shoulders. Yes – she looked pretty hot. In her own mind, her mission felt almost accomplished before it had even begun. She bent down to stroke the cat once more.

See you tonight, Julie, she said sweetly. Mommy’s got an important day at work.

Murr, the cat replied.

At exactly 9:05 PM, Elizabeth strode into the police station, her high heels clicking with military precision across the wooden floors past the reception area. As she walked through the open-plan office, rows of policemen and –women turned their heads from their computer screens to look at her as she passed - some glancing casually, some with jaws almost dropping open. Some of the young male officers definitely had a crush on her, and she’d often take the time to reward their interest with a naughty little smile. But not today. She had more important matters on her mind.

Chief Inspector Michael Turner, the sign on the door announced. Elizabeth opened it, stepped inside and closed the door behind her. The chief sat slumped behind his desk, the grey hair on his round head thinning to the point of baldness. His eyes widened slightly as he saw her.

Detective Cooper, he said.

His voice was muffled, as if trying to hide his excitement. Elizabeth stood behind the chair across from him.

What ... he went on. What can I do for you?

He didn’t ask her to sit down. Anyway, she preferred to stand.

I’m here about my promotion, she said casually.

The chief inspector shifted uneasily in his chair.

Your, um ... What promotion would that be?

Elizabeth widened her eyes and sighed in mock disappointment.

Surely, she said. You do remember my upcoming promotion to inspector?

I ... the chief inspector stuttered. Look ... we never talked about that. And you know that I can’t just ...

Elizabeth bent forwards slowly, putting her hands on his desk. She felt his eyes staring straight down her cleavage. He swallowed.

I’m sure you can, she said huskily.

She put both hands below her breasts, lifting them up towards him.

Ms. Cooper, he protested. This is out of order.

Elizabeth shrugged. She took a step back and turned the lock on the door. Then she returned to the desk.

Come on, she said quietly. You know you want to.

She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall to the floor. The chief inspector’s mouth fell open at the sight of her breasts supported by her black bra. Then, only a few moments later, she undid that, too. Pulling her shoulders back, she shamelessly exposed her full, shapely bosom to the eyes of the baffled chief.

Ms. Cooper ... he began again, almost inaudible this time.

Like what you see? Elizabeth asked cheerily. Are you getting hard? Let me see your cock.

Speechless, the inspector shook his head.

Oh, come on, Elizabeth said.

She walked around the desk, turned his chair to face her and bent down. The erection was clearly bulging beneath the trouser fabric. Such a hard-on just for a pair of tits? She smiled. He really was starved for sex. As she reached for his zipper, he didn’t protest or try to stop her - just sat back and let her zip him down. Her slender fingers – long, dark red nails matching her lipstick – reached inside and pulled his cock out. It was not fully erect, but she felt it growing warm and heavy between her fingers. He sighed.

Mmm, she purred. Nice.

His member was not remarkable in any way – pretty average length and girth – but she knew how vain men were about their genitals. Flattery was always the best option. She knelt down in front of him.

Would you like to fuck my tits? she whispered.

I ... he protested.

Elizabeth knew he wouldn’t be able to resist. Bowing her head, she took his cock in her mouth.

Ah! he gasped.

She immediately began slurping around the shaft, her head bobbing up and down rhythmically. It swiftly stretched and hardened between her lips. Despite herself, she couldn’t help but find it exciting. Yes – it was all just a ruse to get her promotion. But feeling an aroused man’s cock growing stiff inside her mouth turned her on so much it almost made her forget why she was doing this.

Mm! Mm! Mm! she said, sucking harder and harder.

The chief inspector had leaned back into his chair, breathing rapidly. As his member had achieved maximum erection, she felt his pelvis jerking, moving up and down. Almost imperceptible at first, his movements soon became more vigorous, more demanding. He was fucking her mouth.

His thrusts made her smack and slurp even louder around the hard shaft. Elizabeth felt the head of his cock ramming rhythmically against the back of her throat. She reached into his trousers and took his balls in her hand.

Oh! he gasped. Yes!

His balls contracted, growing hard, twitching slightly as his member began to jump inside her mouth. Still fucking her mouth, he grabbed a handful of her hair and kept thrusting. Elizabeth gagged, choking on his cock. She salivated, her spit running down the stiff shaft and covering his balls. To her satisfaction she even saw it leave a damp patch on his trousers.

She pulled her head back, his cock slipping out of her mouth with a loud pop. Saliva dripped from the drenched shaft. She looked up at the chief inspector. His face was flushed and sweaty, his expression one of utter incredulity. Elizabeth cradled her naked breasts with both hands, showing them off to him.

So? she said sweetly. You want to fuck my titties?

The chief inspector grunted in reply, shifting in his seat to assume the optimal position. She pushed his thighs apart and guided his wet cock in between her breasts. With both hands, she squeezed them tight around his member – then she began moving slowly up and down, letting his hard cock slide back and forth between them.

Yeah ... he gasped. That’s good.

Again he began thrusting up and down, fucking the cleavage between her soft, full breasts with his erect tool. Elizabeth stuck out her tongue. And whenever the head of his cock appeared, she’d swiftly give it a teasing lick. Clear fluid had begun to seep from its tip, his motions becoming more and more impatient.

Uh! Uh he grunted.

Amazing how aroused she’d made him! Elizabeth wondered what it really felt like to him. It could be nothing like fucking a pussy or a mouth. But men were so utterly fixated on breasts that the idea of fucking them got them all hot and bothered. And yes – the chief inspector’s excitement turned her on, too, making her cunt feel hot and damp. She badly wanted to touch herself – just one finger tickling her stiffening clit would be pure lustful bliss.

She felt his cock swelling and throbbing in her cleavage – ready to blow. That would probably be enough to satisfy him – but Elizabeth decided against it. Letting go of her breasts, she pulled back. The chief inspector stared at her in confusion.

But ... he gasped, his cock jumping, I thought ...

Elizabeth smiled.

I was just wondering, she purred, whether you’d prefer the full treatment?

Slowly, she lifted up her dress, revealing the full, but neatly trimmed bush around her cunt. She felt her juices beginning to trickle down the insides of her thighs, and she bet he saw it, too. The chief inspector stared