So You Want to be a Nurse? Ch. 06

Inspector Burgess removed his hand from under her dress and forced Michele's fingers inside his flies.

"You know what to do; its that or night in the nick with a couple of hard villains," he hissed.

Michele pushed her painted fingernails inside Inspector Burgess's underpants and wrapped them around Inspector Burgess's spongy semi-erect penis and he grinned in the dark. They drove down a well-lit high street and he looked at her closely in the glow of a streetlight. The tranny was wearing heavy makeup: lots of black eyeliner and mascara, blue and pink eyeshadow, rose blush and plum red lipstick. Her hair was glossy; a bock bob; the fringe level with her brows. Her perfume was sensual and arousing. She was probably in her late twenties or early thirties and quite attractive; sort of sophisticated but slutty at the same time. His cock began to harden in her hands; he loved women who looked like her.

He liked the navy blue satin nurse's uniform which he had hiked up to the top of her thighs. Her nylons shimmered in the dim light, the sheen on her legs drawing his eyes down to her feet shod in black patent leather high-heels. He thought he saw the gleam of red toenail polish through the reinforced toes of her stocking.

Michele kept her hand loosely wrapped around Inspector Burgess's hardening penis and tried not to think too much about anything. When they came to a slight bend in the road she tried to take her hand out of Inspector Burgess's crotch but he grabbed her wrist and held it in place. He gave her a vicious stare and Michele stopped fighting and resigned herself to her fate.

He encircled Michele's fingers in his own and began to slowly slide them up and down his now fully erect penis. Once she realised what he wanted he took his hand away and looked across at her and smiled. A single tear ran down Michele's cheek leaving a trail of black mascara.

Michele was horrified. Recently she had learned that she liked to be kissed by an attentive admirer; to be sensuously fondled and to kiss and fondle him back; but being forced to masturbate this man in his cold dark car was not in any way pleasurable.

Michele slowly stroked the hard penis poking out of the front of Inspector Burgess's trousers. Inspector Burgess gave a satisfied groan in the back of his throat and Michele felt his cock begin to throb. She could feel the thick veins and the spongy glans. She decided that she needed to get this over with as quickly as possible and hopefully the copper would release her. She used her fingertip to rub the delicate flesh of his frenulum, the sensitive piece of skin on the underside of the penis that joins the shaft and the glans. From her own experience she knew that it is excruciatingly sensitive and that the exquisite sensation of her delicate fingers rubbing on the area should soon lead to orgasm.

When he was mewing with pleasure Michele worked her had vigorously up and down his shaft and soon the musty odour of semen filled the car. Inspector Burgess's semen felt hot and slimy as on her fingers as she stroked his shaft, milking him of the last of his spend. He reached into his breast pocket and dropped a handkerchief in his lap and Michele wiped his softening penis and then wiped her own fingers as best she could and dropped the handkerchief on the passenger side floor. She withdrew her hand and Inspector Burgess surreptitiously closed his flies.

"Good girl; now you're getting the idea," he grinned.

"Can you let me off here on the corner so I can get a taxi?" Michele implored.

"Oh no miss; I've yet to question you and establish you identity.

"But..." Michele was about to protest when he pulled the car over.

The dim blue lights either side of the entrance of the redbrick building indicated its use as a police station and Inspector Burgess half-dragged Michele from the car.

She was mortified. The very though of being taken inside the police station was terrifying.

The Inspector threw her roughly against the wall.

"If! And I mean if, you behave; I'll take you past the front desk so you don't have to enter your name into the duty Sergeant's night log. I'll take you upstairs to CID and question you there and let you go without booking you. If aren't wanted for a crime I might let you off with a warning as you were so nice to me in the car," he sneered.

Michele nodded her consent and nearly fell as he released his grip. The inspector caught her and pulled her against him. He locked his arm in hers.

"Stick with me, don't look at the Sergeant, and keep your fucking gob shut!" he instructed and traipsed her up the steps.

As they entered the well-lit police station Inspector Burgess nodded to the heavy-set Sergeant who was writing in a big book; a steaming cup of tea at hand and a cigarette burning in the ashtray.

"Evening Bob. Just a prossie, I'm going to interview her in CID and then let her go, no need to book her," the Inspector explained.

The Sergeant didn't even look up, he just waved the Inspector on his way nonchalantly.

Inspector Burgess led Michele over to a door at the side of the room and pushed her through, he followed and closed it behind them. It opened onto very dim landing with a steep staircase.

"Come on, we better get a move on," Inspector Burgess pushed Michele ahead of him up the stairs.

They came to another stairwell landing and he pushed her against the wall and pressed his full weight against her. She could feel his hot breath on her neck.

Inspector Burgess pressed tight against Michele, pushing her against the cold concrete wall. He was breathing into her ear, his breath quickening.

"What are you doing?" Michele asked.

"Shhh! If you can't shut up I'll have to shut you up!" he whispered hoarsely, and pressed his lips against hers.

Michele felt the groan in the back of his throat and heat from his body. He kept his lips locked on hers and then she felt him slowly start to rub himself against her, his member thickening in his pants and pushing against her lower body. He pressed her arms tight against her body in a vice-like grip as he continued to kiss her and move against her.

"Keep quiet; if the Sergeant finds us I'll have to put you in holding," he whispered hoarsely between kisses.

Michele tried to open her mouth to protest and he slid his tongue into her mouth and passionately kissed her. She resigned herself to her fate. What could she do? She was in a fucking police station! Inspector Burgess fumbled around; she knew what he was doing, and then she heard the rasp as he opened his zipper.

His hard penis leapt free and she felt the hard hot texture of it as it came to rest against the material of her tunic. Inspector Burgess groaned and pushed her harder against wall pulling her face and lips hard against his; his left hand slid up her thigh, his fingers whispering against the nylon of her stocking.

It was deathly quiet on the stairwell. All she could hear was Inspector Burgess's heavy breathing, the occasional groan in the back of his throat, the whispery murmur of his fingers stroking her stockings and the rustle of her uniform rubbing against her body as he pushed his cock against her and gyrated his hips.

He seized the hem of her skirt and wrenched it up; as he did so he adjusted his stance so that his hard hot penis pressed between her nylon encased thighs.

Inspector Burgess groaned and began to rub his engorged member in the crevice created by her nylon-clad thighs. She locked her thighs together in a vain attempt to stop him but Inspector Burgess placed his hands on her buttocks, taking one buttock in each of his big strong hands, squeezing them through the material of her skirt. The front of her skirt remained ridden up so that his cock was nestled in the 'Y' shaped silken valley created by her hosed thighs and black satin panties. Inspector Burgess began to push his hard member in and out of this silken trap, his cock pressing further between her legs with each thrust.

Then he lifted her buttocks upwards and as he did so her body slid up the wall and her feet lifted off the floor and he pushed his weight against her, forcibly opening her legs. As hard as she tried to press her legs closed, the force of his body and his strong arms proved no match for her feeble efforts as her fists drummed against his chest and shoulders.

Inspector Burgess heaved her up and at the same time repositioned his grip under the tops of her thighs as he pushed her back against the wall; her feet were now completely off the ground and her thighs spread. Inspector Burgess pressed his groin into her and she felt his turgid penis throbbing against the satin gusset of her panties. He adjusted his position slightly and she felt his member begin to slide inside the gusset of her panties.

What could she do? Resistance was futile and it would probably only cause her pain or she would end up in lockup being ravished or beaten up by hardened criminals.

Michele moved her hands from his chest and wrapped them around his neck and slid her nyloned calves around his waist. Inspector Burgess kissed her harder, his tongue assaulting her mouth. His rampant member slid back and forth, snug between the nylon of her stockinged thighs and the satin gusset of her panties. He pushed his cock harder into the crevice between her buttocks and settled into a steady rhythm as he dry fucked the pretty transvestite. His pelvis thrust back and forth as he pleasured himself. Michele hung on and offered no resistance, allowing him to gratify his primal urges; she just wanted it over with. She responded to his kisses and pushed her buttocks against him to increase his pleasure and hasten his climax.

Inspector Burgess slammed her against the wall and thrust forward and upwards with all his strength and she felt his glans against the bud of her sphincter begin to shoot hot spurts of semen. The warm slick liquid lubricated her puckered bud and his member slid deep inside her, pulsing and spewing the remainder of his issue into her back passage. Inspector Burgess's tongue explored her mouth and she responded as she felt an uncontrollable wave of pleasure wash over her.

The head of Inspector Burgess's penis was pushing hard against her prostate, his pulsing rampant flesh shooting hot jets of semen inside her causing her to orgasm spontaneously. Michele emptied her seed into her panties. Inspector Burgess thrust her hard against the wall as he emptied himself inside Michele; she groaned and forced herself against him. He shuddered and moaned as torrents of semen spewed from his member and dribbled out of her anus and ran down her thighs.

As their orgasms subsided Inspector Burgess eased Michele slowly to the ground and as he did so his cock slid from inside her unleashing a stream of creamy fluid into her undergarments. She tottered on her high heels and held on to him her legs shaking and her back against the wall for support. Inspector Burgess adjusted himself and zipped up. He leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to her cheek.

"Come on honey lets get you upstairs," he let go of her.

Michele adjusted her dress as best she could and at his insistence she continued to climb the staircase.

The top of stairs opened onto a large deserted office where the desks were unmanned but a few had their lamps left on and there was enough light to get around the office without mishap. Inspector Burgess led Michele to a cluttered desk and pushed her down into a chair.

"Ok I'm letting you off with a warning; Michele isn't it?"

"But you ain't going back on the street dressed like that; make a phone call while I take a piss. Get someone down here fucking quick I ain't got all night."

Michele called the only person she could think of and sat smoking while she waited. The Inspector returned and poured two generous slugs of scotch into two dirty teacups. Michele didn't care about the cleanliness of the cup and gulped at the liquor.

"You're not a bad sort for a tranny," the Inspector said after a while.

Michele remained silent and smoked another cigarette and finished her drink.

"Can I use the toilet?" Michele asked.

"Sure; but its only the men's bog. Oh wait; that wont matter will it?" he chuckled and pointed to the door he had used earlier.

Michele cleaned herself as best she could and fixed her makeup. She returned to the desk and sat and waited. The awkward silence lasted for about twenty minutes during which he gave her another drink and shuffled the papers on his desk. Finally the phone rang and the Inspector picked it up and grunted a few times and hung up.

"Come on; lets go," he helped Michele out of the chair and assisted her back down the staircase.

At the bottom landing her pulled her to him and kissed her and roughly squeezed her buttocks. Then he snatched her purse and rifled through it taking the five pounds that Dr Mortlock had tipped her and the small amount of cash she had bought with her, pushing it back in her hands. Then he thrust her though the door, past the desk Sergeant and outside.

A car sat idling on the kerb; an attractive well-dressed woman leaned against the bonnet.

"Fuck me if it isn't Polly!" the Inspector laughed.

"Evening Inspector Burgess," Polly replied ruefully.

"Is this one of the Matron's girls?" Inspector shook Michele by the elbow.

"Yeah, she works for Amanda Holliday," Polly replied.

"Well get her the fuck out of here," he pushed Michele towards the car.

Polly hastened over to support Michele and opened the back door of the car and helped her onto the seat.

"Try not to suck any cocks on the way home," the Inspector called after them vindictively and turned on his heels and went back inside the station.

To be continued...