Message-ID: <40379asstr$1042207812@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <nntp-bounce@supernews.net> X-Original-Path: corp.supernews.com!not-for-mail From: "Al Steiner" <steiner_al@hotmail.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <v1rdqcnuff9q1a@corp.supernews.com> X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2600.0000 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 9 Jan 2003 09:55:49 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} NEW: Light Duty by Al Steiner (MF, interracial) 2/2 Date: Fri, 10 Jan 2003 09:10:12 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2003/40379> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw This is another of the tales of Heritage County, the fictional California county that I invented as the basis for tales about their emergency services workers (it bears a striking resemblance to the California county where I work). This one is a little different than the others so please let me know how I did with it. Other readers complained that they became involved in the plot here and that the resolution was unsatisfactory. Like the other tales I've posted recently, this was first submitted to Ruthiesclub.com. LIGHT DUTY By Al Steiner Part 2 of 2 She was there, just as promised, when I pulled my four-year-old Honda Accord in front of the taco place fifty minutes later. She held a red bikini in her hands. Her hair was slightly damp looking, as if she'd just taken a shower. She had changed into a pair of denim shorts and a half shirt. I admired the smooth skin that was revealed on her stomach as I parked at the curb. "Nice car," she said as she hopped in the passenger side, more than a little sarcasm in her tone. "It gets me around," I told her with a shrug. "And I can't afford any higher payments than I've already got." I pulled away and started heading for the freeway. "I had to hide this from mama and papa," she said, holding up the bikini. "They would've killed me if they'd known I was going out with the gringo cop." "Where'd you tell them you were going?" I asked. "I didn't tell them nothing," she said. "I go out a lot after work. There's nothing unusual about it." "Good," I said. "The last thing I need is your papa and your brother chasing me down." We chatted about neutral subjects as I drove us out of the ghetto and into the northern suburbs. I lived in Whispering Oaks, which was one of the nicer parts of the county, the place where many of the yuppies and other professionals lived. Trista looked in wonder at the neat, geometric rows of tract houses as we entered my neighborhood. Finally we pulled into the driveway of my three-bedroom home. It was located on a corner lot near the main road, which was why I had been able to afford it in the first place. The sprinklers were running through their automatic timed cycle, leaking a stream of water down into the gutter. I opened the garage door with the remote clipped to my visor and pulled into the neat garage. We entered the house through the garage door, which brought us into the kitchen. Luckily my marriage had left me with somewhat of a cleanliness compulsion and the house was neat. I gave her a quick tour, showing her the highlights. "Nice place," she told me appreciatively when we were finished. "It's a lot bigger than our house." I gave her another shrug and then changed the subject. "So how about that hot tub?" I asked her. "You can go change in the bathroom there and then we'll go check it out." "Sounds good," she said with a flirtatious smile. "I'll be right back." She disappeared behind the door. While she was doing that I went to my bedroom and pulled out my own bathing suit although I usually didn't bother with it when in the hot tub since the backyard was completely enclosed and private. I took off my gun, my badge, my handcuffs, and all of my clothes, stowing everything in the accustomed places, and then slipped on the trunks. I took a moment to glance at myself in the mirror. I was in pretty good shape for my age, a result of the regular jogging and workouts that I did to keep fit for the job. I had no beer belly to speak of and my muscles were reasonably well developed. I knew that women found my physique attractive. I came back into the living room just as Trista emerged from the bathroom. Her bikini was somewhat conservative by today's standards, but she still looked absolutely stunning in it. Her full breasts pushed at the top and filled it out very well. Her long, lean legs were lusciously dark and well toned. I couldn't help but look her up and down appreciatively. She blushed a little as she saw my gaze, pulling the bundle of clothing in her hands tight against her chest. "I haven't worn this since last year," she told me. "I probably look like a fat cow in it." "I think it's quite becoming on you," I responded. "You have a beautiful figure." Her blush deepened at my words but she looked very pleased by them anyway. She set her clothes down on the couch. "How about those beers?" I said, heading for the refrigerator. I opened it and pulled out two icy bottles. "I'm only nineteen," she said teasingly as she took the one I handed her. "Aren't you afraid you'll get in trouble?" "Trouble I can handle," I said. "I hate drinking alone though." She opened the cap. "Thanks," she said, taking a quick drink. "Shall we go see your hot tub now?" I led her out into the back yard. I was particularly proud of this portion of the property. Though it wasn't very big I'd managed to attractively landscape it. A row of rosebushes, which were in bloom at the present time, lined the back fence. Hedges guarded all of the other fences, giving an almost tropical feel. The lawn, which I mowed no less than once a week, was a rich variety of Kentucky bluegrass. The shining jewel of the back yard was the redwood deck that stretched from the back door a third of the way to the fence. A patio roof from which I'd hung potted plants, hummingbird feeders, and a set of wind chimes covered it. The hot tub was one designed for six people. It sat on the outside edge of the deck surrounded by patio furniture. Trista was visibly impressed with my set up. She whistled appreciatively. "Do you bring women here a lot?" she asked me, walking over to the tub. "Every once in a while," I said. In truth, I brought all my girlfriends here as soon as I could entice them. I had found that the hot tub, with it's warm, caressing water and the necessity of being scantily dressed to en joy it, tended to shave a full three dates off of the usual time it took to get initially laid. I pulled back the lid and dipped my hand in the water to test it. It was a perfect 102 degrees. Trista, who was standing behind me, did the same. She winced a little at the heat. "That's pretty hot," she said. "It's supposed to be," I replied. "That's why they call it a hot tub." I flipped the switch that turned on the jets. The water began roiling and bubbling, quickly foaming up on the top. I flipped on the lights inside the tub and turned off the light that illuminated the patio itself. I turned to my companion. "Shall we?" She looked at the bubbling water for a moment and then nodded. I climbed up on the step and put my legs in, feeling the heat stinging my flesh. I held out a hand to Trista and she took it, bringing herself up onto the edge. Gingerly she put her feet into the water, followed by her lower legs. "You just go in a little at a time," I told her, easing down further, so that my thighs and then my lower body were submerged. I took the opportunity to get a good look at her legs, which were pulled up against her stomach to keep most of them dry. They really were a good set. Little by little she eased herself into the tub, following my moves. Soon we were both submerged to the neck, sitting on opposite sides, our bottoms resting on the seats. She sighed in contentment as she got used to the heat. "You're right," she told me. "This is really nice. Do you do this every night?" "Most nights," I told her, looking at a drop of sweat that was tracking down the side of her face. "It's really been helpful since my shoulder got hurt. With any luck I'll be back to regular duty pretty soon." We sipped from our beers and enjoyed the approach of evening. We talked of little things, avoiding anything that had to do with my job or her family's taco business. To our west the sun disappeared below the horizon, imparting a pleasant darkness upon us. I stretched out my legs a little and my foot contacted hers. She didn't pull it away from me. The touch of her feminine flesh against mine sent a little stirring to my groin. I figured that since we both knew what she was here for, it was time to up the ante a little. I ran my foot slowly up the back of her leg, caressing the soft, smooth skin of her calf with my toes. She smiled at me and sank down in the water a little further. Her legs parted just a bit, allowing me to continue my pedal exploration up to the back of her knee. "You have very nice legs," I told her. "I like the way they feel." "And you have a nice butt," she countered with a small giggle. "Mama caught me staring at it a few times while you were at our place." "What did she do?" "She told me that I should stay away from gringo cops, that you were nothing but trouble for us." "Really?" I said, taking another sip and letting my toes slide up just a bit further, onto the back of her thigh. "Really," Trista said, her hand dropping down onto my ankle. She began to caress me with her fingers. "And then she said that you really did have a nice butt though." "For a gringo," I said. "Of course," she giggled, and both of us laughed. As the laughter died away we stared into each other eyes, our expressions turning serious as we felt the magnetism that existed between us flowing back and forth. Slowly she stood up, rivulets of water cascading off of her body and back into the tub. I could see how her bikini top was now clinging wetly to her full breasts, could see the protrusions of her nipples poking out from beneath them. She stepped forward across the bottom of the tub and put her hands on my shoulders. Her fingers stroked the side of my neck. I pulled my feet together and she moved forward, straddling them and sitting down on my lap, facing me. Her inner thighs slid up my outer thighs. Her pubic area rested softly against my growing erection. I put my hands around her waist, relishing the feel of the flesh there. Her head angled downward and our lips met in a kiss. Her large lips were like soft, warm pillows against mine, just made to be kissed. I slid my tongue out and just touched them with the tip, licking at the inside of them while sucking a little and making them swell further. Her tongue shot out to meet mine. She licked the underside of it and drew it into her mouth where we began to slide the two organs together. She hummed a little in contentment as we kissed, her hands going to the back of my neck and up into my hair. My own hands ran up and down her bare back, moving in a slow circuit between the top of her bikini bottoms and her shoulders. She really seemed to like this and moved closer against me, pushing her wet breasts into my chest, pushing her groin tighter against mine. My cock filled completely with blood and pushed out insistently against her. We kissed for the better part of ten minutes, just tasting each other and rubbing our bodies together in the heat of the tub. Her hands dipped down across my back and felt my ass through the material of my suit, squeezing and releasing a few times. I in turn ran my fingers up her flanks, just touching the sides of her firm breasts as they bulged out of her top. Finally I let my mouth leave hers and trail kisses down the side of her face to her neck. I licked at the sweat that had formed there, tasting the saltiness of it, sucking the flesh into my mouth and nibbling on it. Her breathing picked up and she emitted a soft moan at the sensation. Slowly I let my hands work their way over her back until my fingers were touching the knot that held her top in place. I played with it for a moment, sliding my fingertips beneath the string, running them over the top of it, tugging and pulling on it. When she offered no protest to this action I grasped the loose end between my thumb and index and gently pulled on it. The knot came loose and the strings fell away. I pulled back away from just far enough to allow the top to fall off and into the water. Her breasts were as gorgeous as I'd imagined they'd be. Perfect orbs, the size and shape of grapefruits, capped with cherry red nipples that were swollen in arousal. I ran my hand over them, my palm scraping across the nipples just enough to entice a little more blood flow into them. Another moaned squeaked from her lips. I pulled her tighter still against my body, bringing her higher out of the water and elevating those beautiful mammaries to neck level. I kissed my way across her shoulder, tasting the bite of chlorine from the spa water now, and then began to work my way down onto her chest. Using the back of my tongue I licked at the top swelling of her left breast, moving downward and circling around the nipple without touching it. She grabbed the back of my head with one hand and forcibly pulled me to her, driving the nipple between my lips. "Mmmm," she cooed as I began to lick and suckle at her. I swirled my tongue in circles around the erect flesh and then drew it completely into my mouth. I put my hand on the other breast, fondling it and squeezing it gently. My free hand slid down her smooth back, under the water, and beneath the back of her bikini bottoms, so my fingers were just touching the top of her ass. Her pelvis began to slowly grind against me, putting pressure on my hard-on, causing me to grind back at her. I switched my mouth to the other tit and began to suckle that nipple as well. Her hands meanwhile were running up and down my back, twirling through my hair, stroking me everywhere that could be reached. I took my mouth from her breasts and then spent a moment licking and sucking between them, feeling the warm globes pushing on my face from either side. Finally I kissed my way back upward, until my lips were against hers once again. She attacked my mouth hungrily, sucking my tongue deep within her, nipping at my lips with her teeth. I moved both of my hands downward now and into the back of her bikini bottoms, shoving them down until I had a firm, warm cheek in each of my palms. I pulled her harder against me, driving the bulge of my cock into her crotch. She pushed back at me eagerly as I did this, making lustful grunts and moans into my mouth. I broke the kiss at last and looked at her, seeing a face that was a mask of arousal. "Sit up on the edge of the tub," I told her, sliding my hands from her suit. She looked at me for a moment, just panting in desire, and then did as I asked, her feet and lower legs still dangling in the water. I twisted around so that I was facing her and then took her legs in my hands. I ran my hands up and down the outside of her thighs a few times and then reached upward, until I was able to grasp the waistband of her bottoms. She raised up and I pulled at them, drawing them down her legs and off. I set them on the deck and then looked at her as I used my hands to push her legs apart and rest them on my shoulders. She had a thick bush of jet black hair on the top of her pubis but the area around her pussy lips had been shaved clean. Her lips were swollen and ruby red, the most appetizing thing I'd seen all day. I leaned forward and sucked on her inner thigh, giving a soft nip at the baby soft skin. She shivered a little at the contact, putting her hands back to my head and pulling. I allowed myself to be pulled into her wet crotch. I slid my nose between those swollen lips and then followed it up with my tongue, giving a wet, long slurp into her chasm. The taste was primarily of chlorinated water with just a hint of sexual musk mixed in. She moaned again and tugged at my hair as she felt me begin my work. I then dove into her in earnest, licking up and down her slit, running my tongue from top to bottom while my hands continued to stroke her thighs. She began to juice up more, the taste of the chlorine fading away and the sharp tang of her natural juices replacing it. I plunged my tongue inside of her, moving it in and out like a small penis. "Oh god, yess, yess," she moaned, her words coming out in Spanish. I licked her up and down for the better part of ten minutes, concentrating mostly on her lips and the area surrounding her bulging clitoris. Her moans became louder, less coherent, and her fingers pulled harder and harder at my hair. Finally I began to stimulate her clit directly, lapping at it with my tongue, infrequently at first and then with deliberate aggressiveness. She began bucking back and forth, pulling me harder against her crotch. When I took it into my mouth and sucked on it the first time she actually screamed aloud, releasing a long stream of the sexiest sounding Spanish profanity I've ever heard. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a light began to blink on and off from next door. That was my neighbor, Tim Eastman, a church-going mid-level manager at a nearby computer software company. He lived with his church-going wife and his three church-going children. I knew he couldn't see what was going on but the blinking of his patio light meant that he could hear it. He had never actually talked to me about the activities that took place in my hot tub from time to time - we in fact didn't talk much at all - but somehow this signal had evolved as a way of telling me that things were getting a little loud. Trista had just broken the record for the amount of time it took to reach that particular point in the game. Knowing that it was time to wrap up the outside portion of the festivities I attacked her clit with vigor. I attached my lips to it and began to suck, drawing it into my mouth where my tongue began to lash at it savagely. The effect on Trista was immediate and impressive. She wrapped her legs around my back and screamed out to the deity while her hands dislodged several strands of hair from my head. I brought one of my hands upward and slid first one and then two fingers into her pussy. She was very tight and I could feel the muscles inside of her spasming wildly. I plunged them in and out while continuing my assault on her clit. Her moans and cries picked up in intensity as her pelvis began to gyrate back and forth. "Ohhhhh Godddddd," she cried in Spanish. "Ohhhh fucckkkkk, ohhhhh shitttttt!" The spasms and cries went on for what seemed forever. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that Tim's patio light was now blinking furiously, at a rate of at least four blinks per second. Another new record. Finally she reached her peak and began to come back down. Her legs loosened around my back. Her fingers let go of my hair. Her moans and cries trailed off and disappeared. I raised my face out of her crotch and looked up at her. She immediately grabbed my face in her hands and pulled me to her, lowering her own face until our lips were once again locked. She kissed me furiously, her tongue probing into my mouth, little growls coming from her throat. "Fuck me now," she told me in Spanish. "Fuck me hard!" "Let's uh... go inside," I suggested in English. "It's a little more comfortable for that in there." "All right," she said, though reluctantly. "But can we do it on the stairs? I ain't never done it on no stairs before." "Sure," I told her, standing up and swinging my legs out. The front of my bathing suit was pushed out impressively. She followed me, allowing me to lead her by the hand. She paused at the doorway for a moment and looked next door in confusion. "Why's that light blinking over there?" she asked me. "My neighbor has a short in his wiring," I told her. "Come on, let's go find the stairs." "Right." We entered the house. As I closed the patio door behind me I discretely reached over and flicked my own patio light on and off three times. This was the return signal that told Tim that things would be quiet from there on out. Trista didn't even notice me doing it. She walked naked towards the staircase and I took a moment to break away from her and duck into the downstairs bathroom. In the back of the drawer there was a supply of condoms. I pulled one out and then quickly found Trista. She was lying halfway up the staircase, her butt resting on a riser, her legs spread wide. Her swollen pussy gaped open at me, just begging to have something put in it. "Come on," she panted at me. "Do it to me! Fuck me on your stairs." I dropped my shorts at the bottom, releasing my straining member to the air. She looked at it appreciatively and made no comment when I opened the condom wrapper and put the rubber on. She simply opened her legs a little wider and held her hands out to me. I climbed up to her, taking the steps deliberately slow. When I reached her level I took her hands in mine and lowered myself downward. I had never done it on a staircase before either so it took a minute to find the right position. I placed my knees on a riser and then had to adjust to the next one down because the angle was wrong. Finally however the alignment was made. Our chests came together, her wet breasts pushing into my skin, cushioning me. Her legs slid sensuously up and down the outside of my thighs. My cock slid through the wet hairs of her thick bush and settled between those gaping lips. I slid it up and down a few times, wetting the condom. "Do it!" she said, raising her hips up, trying to draw me in. I pushed forward, sliding inch by inch into her tight snatch. We both moaned at the entry, as her membranes squeezed at me, pulled me in, caressed every square millimeter. She was very tight, the tightest I'd had in years, and the sensation was incredible. "Come on gringo," she told me, her hands going to my ass. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard. Make me come on your stairs!" I began to slide in and out of that tightness, pushing and pulling, grinding my pubis against her with each stroke. The going was a little rough at first until the condom became completely lubed by her juices, but once that happened I began to piston in and out with ease. "Oh yesss," she moaned, switching to Spanish once again. "Do it to me. Fucking do it to me!" Her nails bit into my ass as I pounded in and out of her. I found that doing it on the stairs was actually able to increase the natural friction. My feet came down on one of the risers and I was able to use my legs to push myself harder into her. Her ass began to slam backwards with each thrust, a wet squish and a drool of juices accompanying each stroke. Her membranes tightened up even more as she slid her legs up around my back. And all the while she kept whispering filthy, guttural Spanish phrases in my ear. She came once and then twice as I fucked her there, her legs pulling me into her body, her nails digging into my back or my ass. Her screams of ecstasy were probably loud enough for Tim to hear even through the insulated walls and the double-paned windows. Between her screams and outpourings of profanity she kissed at my neck, my ears, my lips, sometimes biting me, sometimes sucking on my skin. When sweat droplets formed on my face and dripped onto her she lapped at them obscenely. Just as she was heading for another orgasm the sensation of her tightness coupled with the enthusiasm of her fucking got the better of me. Waves of pleasure burst forth in my groin, quickly taking over my whole body, driving me into a frantic, uncontrolled pace. I cried out as I came, pouring what seemed like gallons of sperm into the condom. We hugged and kissed and basked in the afterglow for a few minutes, our tongues making wet contact with each other, our hands stroking affectionately. Finally I pulled myself out of her and utilized a discreet, practiced maneuver to remove the condom and secure it. "Not bad for a gringo," she told me with a smile as I stood up. "No?" I said, returning it. "No," she confirmed, pulling herself to her feet. She stood next to me, one step higher so that our heads were about even with each other. "Do you have a computer room?" she asked me next. "A computer room? Uh... sure." "Let's go there," she said. "I want to suck you off while you sit in your computer chair and then I want to fuck you in it." And so we moved upstairs to my office. I sat down in my cheap computer store adjustable chair and she took my wilted cock between those puffy lips and began to work on it. She used her mouth like an instrument, bobbing up and down, twirling her tongue, sucking gently and then firmly. Her hands got in on the action as well, jacking me up and down as she blew, applying just the right amount of teasing pressure. Soon I was as rigid as a flagpole once again, my pelvis moving up and down. Just as I was about to come in her mouth, she stopped. She opened the second condom herself and expertly slid it onto my cock. A moment later she was straddling me, her hands positioning me at the entrance of her wet pussy. She sank down slowly, pulling me into her. She then began to rise up and down. She only managed to squeak out one orgasm before I came inside her clutching body once again. I made up for it a few minutes later however when we moved to my bedroom. I laid her down upon my bed and ate her for nearly a half hour, until my mouth was cramping and I was hardly able to talk. She came no less than three times. I was quite sure that Tim had been able to hear her piercing screams on the last two. She stayed all night with me, sleeping next to me in my double bed, her naked, sweaty body curled up against mine. Sometime around 3:00 AM we woke up and fucked again. We did it once more in the shower the next morning. I dropped her off in front of Gonzales Taco's at 8:00 AM. The ghetto was quiet at that time of the morning and we shared one last luxuriant kiss before she stepped out of my car. I would never see her again. I returned to normal duties a week later, my shoulder healed and at 100 percent efficiency, or so the doctor said anyway. Two weeks after that I ran into Sergeant Nichols at the Heritage County Superior Court building. He was there completing paperwork on another civil case that his division was handling. I was there to testify against some dirtball that I'd arrested for possession of methamphetamine a few months earlier. He told me that Gonzales Tacos had received a double fine the week before, one from the health department for unsanitary conditions, one from the fire department for repeated safety violations. "Looks like that grease pit is finally going to be shut down," he told me. "The total of the fines is ten grand this time. There's no way those beaners are gonna be able to pay this one off and stay in business." I walked away from him in disgust. He gave me a funny look as I went, as if to wonder what was upsetting me. Just the other day I drove by Gonzales Tacos on my way to yet another court appearance. It was boarded up and closed down, a FOR LEASE sign hanging in the window. I passed Santos Tacos as well. There were still no customers to be seen patronizing their establishment. 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