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Hot and Sweaty | Pressing Flesh

Hot and Sweaty

Criminal Insider

She had said she was going to be on top of the situation; well, she took it from every angle.

When pulling a heist, I have always said to myself that the one thing I don’t like is being setup; I am going to have to update that to include not having to save somebody else’s ass, but at least it’s a nice ass.

She’s a cop and had been called to the scene of the midtown bank where I was occupied in transferring funds into an offshore account, among other securities exchanges. I was suppose to trigger an explosion in the proofs department and destroy several servers after wiping the files, but this was interrupted by her arriving on the scene.

She had apparently received a call to the bank; a mysterious call at that as it did not come from dispatch. I knew her husband, a prominent Captain on the police force, and I knew of his philandering ways with women in high society; but she didn’t.

It didn’t take long to figure out who set her up; but getting her to believe it was a job in and of itself.

The police force had responded to the call after her carefully timed arrival; the idea being to catch both of us on the scene, and her presence there as a police officer was an unknown. Much against her initial demand of ‘up against the wall’, I made haste, with her in tow, into the underbelly of the city; but ‘up against the wall’ would come into play a little later.

There were various maintenance tunnels under the streets of the city. Some of the older ones somehow were not included when the architectural maps were redone just a few years ago. It was into these older tunnels we went, ideally to disappear.

These tunnels are not well lit. There are various furry critters wandering about and as she came to discover, even after I warned her, what might look like a little dog wagging its tail as it approaches is not a little dog. Judging from the blood curdling scream which came from her, I would guess that she has never seen a rat that big before; perhaps me having had to carry her on my back a good bit through the tunnels was a clue as well.

We had made it to the steam tunnels where the lighting is generally better, but with the underground temperature around a 60 degree constant, and the heat of the steam, as well the high humidity, adding to the temperature, it was quite hot and sweaty; more so with the clothes we had been wearing.

Our trip through the tunnels had not been pleasant with the rising temperatures, rising tempers, and her constant nicknames of ‘thief’ and ‘liar’ which she liberally applied to me at every corner it seemed.

As we had continued down the tunnels breaking out into profuse sweating, we began removing our outer garments, stripping down to as comfortable of wear as we could; somewhere along that trip, and I still cannot make any logical connections as to how one step led to another, our usual sparring with each other turned into this present situation where we are both now completely stripped of our clothes; naked, sweaty, and rolling around with each other.

She has been trying to stay on top while I am trying to get her under me. She won this latest round by rolling me over, as I lay here with her applying a choke hold, pushing her nightstick into my throat, as she has me mounted, going up and down on my rigid penis like a jockey on a race horse.

I grab one end of the nightstick, then the other, using a push-pull maneuver where she will either have to let go of it or I’ll flip her; she ends up on the floor, figures. I wrestle with her, grabbing her handcuffs from her discarded pants and, with some effort, am able to get them onto her and handcuff her to some piping running along the side of the tunnel.

She is facing me, on her knees; protesting vehemently and calling me several colorful names as she had previously said she did not want to wear her own handcuffs. I tell her to hold on to the pipe with her hands, or the cuffs will hurt, as I grab her legs and lift her body almost parallel to the floor.

Though she tries to put her legs together, I am able to get between them and force them open as she struggles. I slide in closer and feel the lips of her pussy once again as I push my dick in.

Each time I push harder and harder. She struggles at times, then writhes in ecstasy; she alternates between these moves. With our added physical activity in the already hot and humid environment, sweat is shaking off of both of us as I pound harder and harder into her.

Her body is tensed, legs bent and knees pointed up, she holds on for dear life to that pipe, gasping and screaming out with each exhalation. With the added temperature, and the moment, it is quite warm inside her. My penis swells as I can feel a rush of sensation building to a pressure exasperated even further by her arching and quaking body movements until I feel one massive release causing her to wail out in one loud moan with each further push and release into her spraying like a high pressure hose her until I have nothing left to give her.

I lower her back to the floor; she is breathing heavily, and sweating even more profusely, just as I am. I glare upon her beautiful body; there, her arms stretched above her, handcuffed to the pipe above, on her knees as sweat pours down her glistening body with her tits heaving in and out with her trying to catch her breath.

I had spied a water spigot earlier. On my way to it, I find a container which I rinse out and fill with water. I return to her, still catching her breath, and dump the cold water down onto her. She jolts, shaking about in a shiver with droplets of water scattering off of her naked body. I go back for more water, and when I return, this time I dribbled the water more slowly onto her; watching it cascade down every inch of her supple flesh, pouring into a puddle below her. I did that just as much for my benefit as hers…okay, probably more for my benefit.

I make a third trip for water, and this time rather than pouring it onto her, I put my hands into it and run my hands along her flesh, washing her down as I go. She shivers and shakes, both in a chill and in excitement from the touching and stroking of her body.

After a while of this simple delight, I notice that I am coming back to life as the excitement of stroking her body is making my dick hard again. She notices this too as she struggles with the cuffs and pipe to no avail.

I walk over and picked up her uniform shirt and twist it like a towel. She looks at me with trepidation as I hold the shirt, one hand on each end, and walk to her, not knowing what I am planning as she stares at me. I place the rolled up shirt over and behind her head, holding one hand on each end, and slowly pull her head forward, and slide my erect penis into her mouth. She gives me a soft little bite, looking up at me with a smirking little grin.

I proceeded to pull head back and forth using the shirt and she continues to nibble with her teeth, her eyes looking up at me with little smirk. As I go further into thrusting my penis into her mouth, it get harder, she gets more into it as she begins moving her head back and forth with my motion.

I can feel her curl her tongue, running the tip of it along the underside of my penis with the back and forth motion of her head; driving me crazy with it and furthering the sensation of building to a frenzy.

I am tensing up, holding back, but she starts tilting her head with each movement, pressing harder with her tongue, and holding firmly with those lips. Each movement in and out of her mouth is a full and powerful stroke, building a powerful force finding its way up my dick, holding it back as much as I can until it can no longer be held back and I let go spraying fully into her mouth as she continues to suck it in and hang onto my dick until I cannot give another drop.

I return to washing her down, bringing more water over to her, splashing her and rubbing down her body. She still wants me to take off the cuffs, but I don’t want to.

As time passes, and I make an amazing comeback, she is determined to have it her way; she is almost pleading with me to let her on top. I undo the cuffs from the pipe, letting her free from that part, but I keep her wrists cuffed, allowing her to get her arms in front of her.

I get in a sitting position, but she gently pushes me to the ground, crawling on top of me until her pussy rubs against the top of my erent penis. She holds that position for a while, rubbing back and forth against my penis. She then drops her hands down between her legs and she grabs my dick and guides it into her waiting vagina.

She slides down onto my dick, and pushes herself back up. Up and down, in a gentle motion; rather loving and affectionate. She closes her eyes, taking in every bit of feeling she gets from this.

As the swelling grows for me, she increases the intensity of the moment. Her legs tense and relax, sliding up my penis, then thrusting back down on it. The rapidity of her action increases, as does my swelling, until her vagina is moving like a rapid fist up and down on my penis. With each thrust down onto my dick, it goes that much more into her with the increasing erection, feeling the flow building, increasing, even burning as it wants to get out; and then it does, it spraying up into her like a geyser with her thrusting action further sucking it up into her, taking everything I have to give until, I raise up and grab hold of her, and we just sit here in an embrace.

Perhaps this evening did not start out well, but with its conclusion, the events which came out of a setup in the first place, I may still not like being setup, but this payoff is more than I could have ever imagined.

 

The End

 

Copyright 2010 by Dos Cleve

 

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