This story is based on two fictional TV Policewoman. The term WPC means Woman Police Constable. If you enjoy it drop me a line either mail me on brenda_chaplin@email.com or IM me on Yahoo messenger on brendachaplin2000.
WPc Jane Smith was a bit annoyed, first the hotel screwed up her room instead of the single she requested they stuck her with another Wpc and she wasn't a West Sussex officer either. Her temporary roommate was WPc Brenda Chaplin from the Thames Valley Police force, a young officer that showed a little too much eagerness for the job.
WPc Smith decided WPc Chaplin wasn't all that bad and not a bad looking girl at that. WPc Smith was tied after a long afternoon listening to a past retirement age superintendent babbling on about so called modern policing, all she wanted to do was lay down for a bit. She was just about to unfasten her dress uniform tunic when WPc Chaplin burst in eagerly.
WPc Smith turned to faces WPc Chaplin "What's all the fuse about" she asked, "I've just been shown a new stop and search procedure" Chaplin replied. "Really, Show me then" Smith said. Chaplin nodded, "Excuse me madam, I'm WPc Chaplin of the Thames Valley Police I reason to believe you have an illegal substance and require you to summit to a pat down search" WPc Smith was amused by the young officers eagerness to carry out the demonstration properly. WPc Smith straightened her skirt and was lead by WPc Chaplin over to a wall; "Would you please place your hands above your head on the wall please" Chaplin ordered WPc Smith obeyed. WPc Chaplin started at WPc Smith's wrists and worked down each arm then across her shoulders and down her back to her hips, then rounded to front and started up again. WPc Smith thought Chaplin was lingering a bit to long on her breasts before she dropped back down to her hips. WPc Chaplin then slid both arms down each side of Smith's legs rounding the ankles to the inside and again started up.
The Feeling of the young WPc rubbing her stocking covered legs was almost too much for WPc Smith and she started to grow hard. WPc Chaplin's hands continued up under Smiths uniform skirt. WPc Chaplin's hands came upon Smith straining bulge, rubbed her hand over it a couple of times and removed her hand stood up.
"Jane Smith, I'm arresting you for carrying a concealed weapon. You do not have to say anything, but anything you say will be taken down and used as evidence against you in a court of the law. Do you understand your rights" WPc Chaplin recited. "Yes" WPc Smith replied playing along. Chaplin reached for her pocket and produced a pair of handcuffs, taking Smith's right hand first she placed the handcuff on her wrist then repeated the process on Smith's left wrist. Stepping back Smith stood at the foot of her bed, "I guess I'm in trouble now" WPc Smith mused. Chaplin noticed how far WPc Smith's breasts were straining against her uniform tunic, "I thing you need and bigger tunic" Chaplin observed. "It's so tight I think they need a massage" WPc Smith answered, Chaplin stepped forward and cupped each breast in each hand started to rub in a circular motion.
After a minute Wpc Smith asked WPc Chaplin to remove her helmet, as she couldn't with her hands behind her back. Chaplin reached up and removed Smith's helmet and placed it and the dresser. Smith stood in front of Chaplin and knelt down and placed her head up Chaplin's uniform skirt and started to kiss all round the gusset of Chaplin's body suit. Using her mouth Smith frees Chaplin's member and starts to kiss its length from top to base. Smith pulled her head back creating and large bulge in Chaplin's skirt and moved straight in and engulfed Chaplin's penis and started suck long slow and gentle.
Chaplin reached down to her skirt and rubbed Smith's head; the silky lining of Chaplin's skirt stimulated Smith's neck and face bringing pleasure to both of them. When Smith's attention became too much for Chaplin she started to orgasm into Smith's eager mouth. Smith withdrew from under Chaplin's skirt and Chaplin released Smith from her handcuffs, the two girls enjoyed a long kiss and embrace. Smith felt Chaplin's hands on the fastenings of her uniform skirt and looked Chaplin in the eyes. "You're turn now sweetie" Chaplin said and planted another kiss upon Smith's lips as she released Smith's skirt and lowered it to the floor. Chaplin pulled the hair band holding her ponytail in place out and straightened her helmet. She pushed Smith onto the bed and grabbed her left ankle.
Chaplin start kiss Smith's stocking covered ankle, then started to kiss all way up her inside leg as reaches the stocking top she stops looks up and unbuttons Smith's tunic. Rubbing her hands all over Smith's uniform blouse, she then returned to Smith's legs. Grabbing Smith's waistband she eases Smith's panties down, reviling Smith's hard penis. Chaplin takes the member in her hand and starts to massage it as her head goes down to Smith's testicles and starts to kiss them. Smith rubs her body at this treatment. Chaplin moves her head to the tip of Smith's Penis and gives it a peak on the tip. She then takes as much as she can into her mouth rolling her tongue all over it's shaft as she goes down. Waiting a moment Chaplin starts to bob up and down of Smith's shaft. Smith explodes into Chaplin's mouth and the young WPc eats it all up. Chaplin moves up to meet Smith's face to two share another kiss and hug Smith suggests Chaplin stand up. They both stand as Smith undoes Chaplin's tunic and skirt. Letting the skirt join Smith's on the floor the two girls return to the bed for a heavy petting session. Chaplin turns to face the bottom of the bed, and climbs over Smith's body placing her penis at Smith's lips and lowers it. Chaplin in turn lowers her head on to Smith's penis and starts to administer the kiss of life to it.
The two girls eat each of until there both spent. Chaplin returns to Smith's side and the girls share another passionate embrace before the fall asleep in each other's arms.
The girls spend the night still dressed in their uniform shirts (still fully fastened), ties still clipped into place and the unbuttoned tunics. Chaplin has still got her helmet firmly placed on her head.