The Story of Policewoman Luo Jie

After that night, I lost Xiaoya, and at the same time, I lost Zhang Hua. When I returned to my apartment in vain, Zhang Hua was already gone. She left a note that read: "I'm leaving. I was going to leave sooner or later, and leaving you sooner might be a good thing for both of us. Actually, I should have known what kind of person you were a long time ago. I have no regrets about anything between us. Don't come looking for me; I'll come looking for you when I miss you."

I clutched the note in my hand, sat heavily on the sofa, feeling an emptiness in my heart, and couldn't speak for a long time.

I went to Zhang Hua's workplace several times to look for her, but according to her colleagues, she had already resigned, and they didn't know where she went. I had given her 20,000 yuan, so she should be able to make ends meet for the time being. But when the night was quiet, I always missed her affection and gentleness, and that beautiful, comfortable vulva. There was no vulva as good as hers.

Over the next six months, thanks to Wanying's efforts, the company gained more business, and I was busier than ever. Adding to this, the renovation of our new house, though entrusted to a well-known company, kept me incredibly busy with everything from the overall layout to the smallest details. I barely had the time to look for another woman.

Finally, things settled down. I brought my retired parents from the north to live with me. My father is extremely traditional; he strongly disapproved of me being so old and still unmarried, wandering around aimlessly. My mother, eager to have a grandchild, nagged me constantly. I was getting fed up. I thought that if Zhang Hua were here, perhaps it would make my parents happier. She was a very well-behaved girl.

I often drove around the city aimlessly. One day, without thinking, I ran a red light and was stopped by a policewoman.

The policewoman was probably around 30 years old, about 165 cm tall. She wasn't particularly beautiful, but her police uniform gave her a dashing and heroic air, quite unique. She wasn't in a hurry to issue the ticket, just left me hanging while she went to handle other things. I didn't dare leave, but I did have something urgent that day. After she finished, she started directing traffic like a proper lady.

I couldn't contain my anger and rushed up to her, yelling, "How can you be like this? I have urgent business!"

She gave me a cold look and said, "Can't you see I'm busy? Driving a Mercedes doesn't make you superior. Just because you have money doesn't mean you can disregard traffic rules."

I almost roared at her, "So what if I drive a Mercedes? I didn't steal it, I didn't embezzle it, I earned it with my blood and sweat." With that, she turned and left, got back into the driver's seat, and sped off without a second thought.

As I drove, I gritted my teeth and swore that one day I would strip her of her uniform and beat her to a pulp, to see if she could be so arrogant again.

A week passed, and I still hadn't received a ticket from the police station, so I thought the matter was probably over. One day, I was driving through that intersection again, and she was on duty. She saw my car and gestured for me to stop. I leaned out of the window and said rudely, "What's wrong now? I didn't break any rules today."

She smiled at me and said, "You have quite a temper. I was rude last time, okay?"

Seeing her somewhat charming smile, my anger subsided. She said, "Can I hitch a ride? It's not considered frivolous, is it?" I gestured in agreement.

I said to her, "Do you get angry whenever you see someone driving a Mercedes?"

She smiled and said, "Yes, some people think they're something special just because they're rich and powerful. I hate those kinds of people the most."

"I hate them too," I said. She laughed.

She lived quite far away; it took her more than half an hour to get there. When I got out of the car, she said to me, "I'm really sorry, but consider this punishment for last time." I watched her retreating figure; her uniform made her look even more graceful, and I was stunned.

From then on, she always hitched a ride home with me. I was free of women during this time, and I was also happy to chat with a policewoman. I learned a bit about her; her name was Luo Jie, and her husband was also a policeman, a detective. He was very busy, and we only saw each other a few times a week. When she talked about this, I saw a poignant expression on her face. Yes, a young woman in her prime, how difficult it must be to endure the long nights without a man. I felt a little sympathy for her, but more than that, I felt a desire to possess her.

A month later, the opportunity came. After getting out of the car at her doorstep, I said to her, "Why don't you ask your driver to come upstairs and rest?"

She smiled shyly and said, "I'd love to, but you, a big boss, wouldn't consider my poor place."

I followed her upstairs. Inside was a cozy, comfortable home for a couple. I looked around and saw a large Simmons mattress in the bedroom. Sleeping alone in such a large bed was indeed cruel. I needed to use the restroom, so I asked her for directions before going in. As I pulled up my pants, I noticed a woman's underwear draped beside the bathtub in the inner room. It was clearly something she had just changed out of. I picked it up, sniffed it, and smelled the distinctive scent of a woman's genitals. There was even a single hair stuck to it—definitely pubic hair. After looking at it for a while, I felt incredibly bored, so I washed my hands and came out.

She invited me to sit in the living room and peeled an apple for me. Because of the cold weather these past few days, and perhaps because she hadn't had time to, she hadn't taken off her police uniform. I deliberately said, "If your husband came in and saw us sitting like this, he'd beat me half to death."

She laughed and said, "He's not that bored. Besides, there's a big case going on these past few days; it wouldn't be strange if he didn't come home for three days and three nights."

I said, "Don't you miss him?"

Her face flushed slightly and she said, "We're an old married couple, what's there to miss?

" "Really? How old are you? You're not even as old as me."

"Get out of here, I'm already 30." But I could still see her smugness.

“Why don’t you want a child?”

she sighed. “I don’t have time. Besides, as soon as he gets back, he acts like he’s missed so much sleep, he just collapses into bed and I can’t wake him up…” She suddenly realized she’d let something slip, and her face flushed red.

I was stunned, speechless for a long time. She continued peeling the apple in silence. I stood up, feigning concern, and said, “I won’t bother you anymore, I’ll go back.”

She stood up too, saying, “It’s still early, I’ll go make you some food. I’m really sorry to keep bothering you.”

I gazed deeply into her eyes. She glanced at me, quickly looked away, but couldn’t resist the temptation, and met my gaze again. I suddenly hugged her tightly.

She didn't resist, letting me shower her with kisses. I carried her into the bedroom, laid her on the bed, and removed her police uniform piece by piece. First, her black coat, over which was a gray shirt, and then a white bra. Her large, white breasts bounced out after the bra was unhooked. Next, I unbuckled my belt, took off my black trousers, revealing white underwear underneath, her crotch already damp. She had a lot of pubic hair, a large, dark patch. When I entered her long-wet vagina, she became frenzied, her waist and hips swaying back and forth in rhythm with my thrusts, her hands tightly gripping me, her grip so tight it hurt my back. She seemed to want to satisfy her long-suppressed desire all at once; soon she was drenched in sweat. Making love with a woman who had been celibate for so long was terrifying; it seemed she wanted to drain all the energy from you to fill her cavity. I was in top form today. After three hundred rounds, she had already climaxed twice, but I still hadn't ejaculated. She put my penis, covered in her vaginal fluids, into her mouth and sucked desperately. I finally couldn't hold back anymore, rolled over and pinned her down, and a thick stream of fluid shot into the policewoman's plump vagina. We caressed each other for a while until we reached the deepest part, but she still wanted more. I roused myself and started fighting again. As expected of a woman who had worked out, her muscles were firm, and her vagina had enough friction. It was a feeling of giving it my all. I ejaculated three times. After we finished, we were both exhausted and lay motionless on the bed for more than half an hour before we recovered. At this time, her husband's phone rang. I couldn't stand her pretentious way of answering the phone, so I got dressed and went to the kitchen to make some food.

That night, I didn't go home. I held the policewoman's naked body and slept soundly.

For the next month, when her husband was away, I frequented Luo Jie's place. We tried all sorts of ways to have sex. Once, at my request, she wore her police uniform top and was naked from the waist down while we had sex, or she wore her police skirt and stockings and we had sex against the wall. Each time, I felt an indescribable pleasure from having sex with a policewoman. I always ejaculated deeply into her uterus, the heat making her weak all over.

She became pregnant. When I asked her whose child it was, she refused to say, leaving me full of suspicion. However, our sexual relationship came to an end. She was transferred to the household registration center, and her husband, to take care of her, also fell into the city bureau, so we almost never had any more opportunities for sex. Phone calls became rare.

A year later, she called to say that she had given birth to a daughter. She hung up immediately after saying that.

My story with Luo Jie, a policewoman, thus came to an end. In the quiet of the night, I sometimes think of this passionate and fiery young woman, and the cathartic release I felt while having sex with the policeman. Often, at these times, I would spend the entire night sleepless. [ Last edited by Darkness Before Dawn on 2008-10-19 19:54 ]

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