My Story with a Female Detective

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My Story with a Female Detective

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After serving in the army for several years, because I had a rural household registration, I wasn't assigned a job and was recruited by the district public security bureau as a security guard. Thanks to my excellent marksmanship and combat skills honed in the army, I was kept at the bureau headquarters, mainly responsible for its security. Soon, I became the security captain, managing the security guards, which meant I no longer had to work three shifts. The criminal investigation team of the bureau had its own independent office building, and they gave me a small apartment with two rooms, on the condition that I help them with the security of the office and answer the phone at night. Although it was hard work, at least I had a place to stay.

The criminal investigation team often had cases to report to, and I was frequently pulled in to do their work, carrying their investigation kits, protecting the scene, maintaining order—all the hard and tiring work was done for me, because I was a temporary worker. Fortunately, I had plenty of strength. There was a policewoman in our team, with a great figure, quite elegant, with regular features and a slightly alluring charm, though her skin was a bit dark. She was a top student at the local police academy, and she was capable of handling all aspects of the criminal investigation team's work, able to work independently. Her colleagues said she had solved many major cases. She was a very efficient worker, and while generally straightforward, she was ruthless towards criminals. Her colleagues only gossiped about her behind her back; to her face, everyone was wary of her. Seeing her every day and working together frequently meant we inevitably had some contact, but as a temporary worker, I could only keep my distance. Yet, she seemed more polite to me than to her colleagues; I interpreted this as her considering me an outsider.

She was also single at the branch office; her partner lived in another city. So we ate in the same canteen. In the evenings, when there were no cases, the single guys would gather to play cards. I don't know when it started, but we became a sure thing. Even if someone else arrived first, she would give up her seat because she was competitive and would always argue when she lost. I, on the other hand, was good at cards but never argued. If she complained, I would just laugh it off. I don't know when it started, but we put our bowls together in the canteen. If she arrived first, she would wash my bowl and get me a portion of any good food, and I would do the same. After playing cards in the evening, I would clean up the tables and chairs. I don't know when it started, but she would help me or wait for me outside. She would walk beside me, sometimes discussing the game, and when she was happy, she would lean against me.

I don't know when it started, but she became a regular visitor to my small room. During her breaks, she would often come to chat, and her hearty laughter would frequently drift from my room. It all felt natural, and I never dared to think too much about it, because she was a female detective whom many feared, and I was just a temporary worker.

Summer came, and the lunch break became longer. Sometimes she wouldn't go home to rest; instead, she would come to my room after lunch to chat. Sometimes she would wash my clothes that I hadn't washed the day before. Sometimes she would bring her own clothes to work and wash them with mine at lunchtime. Sometimes she would hang her underwear to dry alongside mine. We were like a young married couple. Sometimes I would stop her from doing this, and she would ask why. I told her people would gossip, and she said, "What's there to be afraid of?

Let whoever wants to talk, let them talk. I don't care!" This female detective, who was fierce and intimidating to others, was very docile in front of me, a temporary worker. She was petite and adorable. At that moment, I seemed to have a breakthrough. I started having insomnia that night, constantly thinking about being with her, constantly thinking about having her wear her police uniform and making love to me.

As usual, she came to my room to chat after lunch. I said, "Shouldn't you take a break at noon?" She said, "You sleep, I'll just sit here for a while." I said, "How can that be?" I wanted her to sleep in my bed, and I could lean back in a chair. She refused no matter what. In the end, I slept in the bed, but she lay down on the floor instead, saying it was cooler on the floor, and she liked to sleep on the floor at home too. I had no choice but to let her. I got up and locked the screen door from the inside. I dared not close the wooden door. People came and went in the government compound; what would people think if a man and a woman locked the door?

Locking the screen door meant my door would appear open from the outside, preventing anyone from easily entering if needed. We were on opposite sides of the bed, so close we could almost touch. We'd been sleeping for almost an hour, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. I asked her why she wasn't asleep yet. She retorted, "Why aren't you asleep?" That seemed like a challenge. I said, "How can a grown man like me sleep with such a beautiful woman next to me?" She scoffed, "Heh, so you know you're a man?" Her words ignited a powerful desire within me, but I dared not make a move. I reached out to stroke her hair, but she grabbed my hands and pulled me down. I slid off the bed and pressed myself against her, kissing her lips. Our tongues intertwined, sucking hard. It was hot, and we were wearing very little. I lifted her police skirt with my right hand and pulled down her panties. I didn't have time to look at her genitals, but the feel told me they were very wet, no foreplay needed… Throughout the process, I sensed she was very aroused, and her vagina was very tight. It seemed like she hadn't had sex in a long time. While cleaning, I asked her, "Haven't you been home in a while?" She hummed and said, "Whether I go home or not is another matter." I didn't understand, but there was a hidden meaning in her words. Because it was almost time for work, I didn't dare to ask further.

Once the first time, extramarital affairs between men and women become uncontrollable. All we wanted was to find an opportunity to make love. A day apart felt like three autumns, and a week without it felt like we were lost. This allowed me to have a very wonderful time. Once, I discovered a small valley behind our workplace, with some rice paddies. In the autumn, the rice was harvested, and the straw was piled on the ridges. I told her it was a fun place, and she was very interested.

That night I took her there. We sat on the haystack, cuddling and kissing, counting the stars in the sky. Holding my beloved woman, you can imagine how happy I was. We talked about everything under the sun, and we made love with boundless tenderness and love. When we got tired, we rested for a while before continuing. I asked her, "Why are you usually so harsh on people, especially your colleagues?" She said, "I'm just a small woman, living among a bunch of big men every day, and they're all the kind who want more than I have. If I'm not ruthless, they'll have devoured me long ago, leaving not even bones!" Oh, I see.

I asked her, "I've met your husband. He's a good person. I heard you treat him badly?" She said, "He's very weak-willed and impotent in our sex life. I can't feel anything with him." She sighed and shook her head. In the moonlight, I saw tears welling up in her eyes. I said, "Are you sick? Were you like this when you got married?"

She said they'd been married for less than a year, and before the baby was even born, he was already impotent. I asked, "How so? Is it because your standards are too high?" She said that every time they tried to penetrate, he'd ejaculate in less than five thrusts. "How can my standards be too high?" I said, "You should have faith; it can be cured." She said she'd seen countless doctors and tried countless medications, including Viagra, but nothing worked. She said her husband was very proud and she couldn't let his secret be revealed, so she rarely went home. Going home and going through all that would only make things worse. For the child, for the facade of their family, for maintaining her husband's pride, she felt she had no choice but to endure this for the rest of her life.

I hugged her tighter. She said, "Being with you, every moment of joy is precious, but it's tough on you." I replied, "I've never imagined anything would happen between us. Having you treat me so well is enough for me." We hugged even tighter, thinking of her impotent husband, thinking of her young age living a life of forced widowhood, and I felt a surge of energy. I don't know how many times we made love, or how many orgasms she experienced, but we continued until dawn before parting ways. The next day, I noticed she was walking a little unsteadily. I quietly asked her why, and she said, "You're amazing, my lower body is all swollen."

Her vagina was a little different from most women's; the opening was very tight, while the inside was relatively loose. After all, she had given birth. But why was her vagina so small and tight? Once, in her office, it was daytime, and there were people next door, so we didn't dare to do anything. I lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties, and played with her vagina. I discovered that her vaginal opening could only fit one finger, and it could hold that finger tightly. So, when we had sex, my penis felt very comfortable being gripped by her vaginal opening during penetration. I asked her if she had stitches during childbirth, and she said no, it was like that from birth.

She was naturally bold, and with the added allure of sex, she often acted recklessly in pursuit of love. But being a security guard wasn't easy; any mishap could cost me my job. Besides, I treated her like a little sister, and I had to be responsible for her future and reputation, so I was always cautious. One time, we almost caused a major incident.

It was a snowy night, very cold. I had just washed my feet in hot water and was about to go to bed when someone knocked. I opened the door and saw her. She said it was too cold and she didn't want to go home alone; she wanted to sleep here. I said this was no joke; people come to my place almost every night. What if someone found out? She said, "What could possibly happen in this heavy snow?" I couldn't persuade her otherwise, so I let her sleep with me.

Before getting into bed, I put all her shoes and clothes in the closet and turned off her phone. I said, "If someone calls your phone and it rings here, wouldn't we be giving ourselves away?" I crawled naked into bed. You know, on this freezing day, for a single guy like me to sleep with a naked young woman in my arms—it must be incredibly satisfying.

I told her that if anyone came looking for me tonight, she should put on some clothes and hide in the wardrobe. She said, "Don't scare yourself, it'll be fine." I said, "You're a detective, you should have a contingency plan, right?" She impatiently replied, "Fine, fine, I'll do what you say."

We cuddled for a while, caressing and kissing her naked body until she was breathless. She gestured that she wanted to penetrate me, so I rolled over and pressed my hard penis into her. Before I could even pull out, a sudden, urgent knocking on the door startled us. I whispered, "Did someone see you come in? Are they here to catch you cheating?" She said, "I'm careful, nobody saw me." I calmed down and asked, "Who is it?" Then came the captain's voice, saying there had been a murder and she needed to get up and be on the scene. I loudly agreed and whispered for her to get up quickly and hide in the closet. I told her to go back to bed after I took the person away. She was shivering, I didn't know if it was from the cold or from fear. I told her to calm down and not to make a sound.

After settling her in, I opened the door. Only the captain was there. He quickly slipped into my room, saying it was very cold outside. I had to offer him a seat. He told me to make a call and notify the team to assemble. I called everyone in the team and reported back to the captain. They would all be there soon, except for the policewoman, whose phone was off. The captain said the team had repeatedly emphasized that no one was allowed to turn off their phone; she was a disobedient person. People arrived one after another. Some sat down, while others wandered around every corner of my room. Some joked, "It's so cold, didn't the captain get a girl to warm his feet?" I had to search the room, which made me shiver. I imagined she must be feeling uncomfortable in the closet too. The captain intervened, telling me to stop making a scene and let's go, waiting for the others along the way. He said we shouldn't waste time and ruin the scene.

The scene was horrific; seeing it made me forget everything else. The captain quickly assigned tasks, and everyone worked diligently and efficiently. Soon, the case made progress; it was essentially a crime of passion. The man had an affair, and his wife refused to divorce him and threatened to report him. She was strangled to death in bed, and the suspect was apprehended. We didn't return to the station until the early hours of the morning.

The snow was falling heavier and heavier. Only when I reached the door of my dwelling did I remember a beautiful woman was sleeping inside. I didn't let anyone else into my room; everyone was tired and dispersed. I quickly undressed, got into bed, and embraced her. She asked about the case, and I told her the truth. After a long silence, she said, "When passion runs deep, people lose their reason. Two lives, a family—it's all over. People must be rational and control their desires."

She told me she was terrified and thankfully I had warned her beforehand. I pulled down her underwear and said I'd continue. She wouldn't let me move, saying it was cold outside and she hadn't slept all night, so she needed a good rest. I said it was fine, I could go three nights without sleep, I just wanted to make her happy. How could we not have some fun after all the fright we'd both endured?

After we were done, she asked how we were going to get out. I said everyone at the team would be late for work this morning, so I should just go straight to the office before everyone else arrived. All good things must come to

an end. Soon after, she was transferred to a subordinate unit within the same system, very close to her husband, as a deputy. Before she left, we went to that small valley again. She told me there were rumors about us, and the leaders, fearing something might happen to us, had made this arrangement for her under the guise of protecting our marital relationship. She thanked me for letting her have a period of enjoyable time and hoped I would do well there, promising to keep in touch often. We hugged and parted in tears.

Shortly after she left, to avoid affecting her future, I resigned and went south to work, resolutely cutting off all contact with her.

[End of article] [ Last edited by Beauty Killer on 2011-01-23 19:20 ]

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