Pheromone Follies: Clean-up with a cop

I wanted to escape, I really did, but from the moment I realized that I was covered in concentrated Axe spray it was almost impossible to find a moment to get away.

I put my hands up to try and escape, but before I could even begin to move Officer Hunt had already grasped my hand in hers. Her was nose moving fast, sniffing the air aggressively. There was no mistaking it now, this monument of a woman was definitely in the thrall of my enhanced odour she had one thing on her mind.

I’m not stupid, but I’ve always had a thing for dominant woman, so when 6 feet plus of gorgeous Mediterranean stock is pulling you along, you go with the flow. I should probably have done some research into what the Axe spray did to males, I don’t know why I assumed the effects would only be on the fairer sex. I was probably half under the effects of that pungent odour myself.

I glanced at Officer Hunt, her light cinnamon skin and dark features were already showing the same tell-tale signs I’ve seen in my sister and mother yesterday, heck if anything my Axe soaked body was more potent than those encounters, we even make it to the bathroom before she grabbed me by the collar and pulled me up slamming us both into a small closet or maintenance room of some sort.

Our lips met in chaotic and violent fashion, any hope of rational discussion long forgotten, tripping over something metallic in the darkness and hearing a roar that I hoped would drown out the noise of our coupling where ever we were it was cool and loud enough to dispel our collective moaning. Not that I really cared at that point my Axe impregnated clothing and bag were driving us both wild.

“I don’t normally do this,” growled Officer Hunt her brown eyes flashing with the fire I’d never seen before as she pushed me into the cool metal wall, “but I need you right now!”

Without another word, she practically began to tear off my clothes buttons popping off under her strong but delicate hands, she was gorgeous her short hair framing her gorgeous feminine features, glowing with sweat as she ground me hard. My erection was practically throbbing through my pants against her practically soaking uniform pants. I could feel my sweat rising the odour of axe and sexual frustration coming to a head.

My hands moved up and grasping her uniform blouse popping the buttons a little more delicately but no less ferociously as she rocked in my lap my rational brain long forgotten as a glorious twin orbs came into full view, each perfect teardrop tipped with a coffee coloured nipple that made my toes curl.

She was the polar opposite of my sister, the moon to my sister’s sun but no less gorgeous. Our tongues wrestled with the animal passion that was flowing between us. Things were becoming more intense, when we finally separated panting long enough for both of us to catch a breath I was amazed at how intense this felt.

With Rachel even at its most bestial it had still been intimate controlled, this wasn’t on my terms like a woman possessed she quickly and eagerly removed my pants with one hand. The other one buried in her own uniform as she freed my cock from its imprisonment. The stench of Axe was overpowering, everywhere from my clothes to the floor to the woman still pushing against the wall pressing her sizable cleavage into my face as my cock finally found its resting space.

With a groan of unrelenting lust, Officer Hunt buried my meat deep inside her. Her tight sex pulling me inside with the ferocity of a feral animal in heat, we both wanted this and my lips quickly found her nipples to be a delightful distraction as she started to push against me, impaling herself over and over with wanton abandon.

Whatever attempts she’d been making to stay quiet until this point were long over and all I could feel was the constant pulse of pleasure from our continued union. My rational brain was shut down overwhelmed by this woman’s unparalleled fierceness, if I hadn’t already deposited a load in my sister that morning I would probably have cum right then and there. Instead my hands began to explore her ass manhandling it through the heat of our coupling.

“Ugh, getting close” grunted Officer Hunt her molten depths starting to shudder around my member as both of us came close to our inevitable climax.

“Me too…” I grunted through gritted teeth, the first intelligible words we’d spoken in about 20 minutes of riotous lovemaking.

She was as good as her word with an almighty moan of release the sizable police woman clamped down hard on my member becoming stiff as a board as the pleasurable sensations washed over her and with that sensations I began to squirt spurts of seed deep inside her not caring a jot for the consequences my mind filled with images of gorgeous pregnant women. We both came down from our crescendos, rationality returning however briefly as we gazed into each other’s eyes, and embarrassed silence replaced lustful abandon.

There was quite a lot of commotion outside, the echoing sounds practically freezing my blood as I realized that we hadn’t been caught, but the ramifications of that were far worse.

As we finished up I opened the door and peeked outside, now that I could see again I realized that we were enjoying our time in the worst possible place, the central air maintenance room, without meaning to, we had been pumping a concentrated dose of Axe spray directly into the entire building.

It’d probably taken some time, but in the course of half an hour inhibition had pretty much been abandoned and it was chaos in the police station.

Naked and semi-nude bodies squirmed on the floor writhing with unimaginable pleasure, as unfettered passion overwhelmed normally rational people. One woman, probably in her mid-30s with stunning gold hair, stood in the corner of the nearest corridor, two large muscular police men slamming into her from either side. Emily and I stood there a moment, blinking in disbelief. We were both still in a state of partial undress. Our orgasms having cleared our minds for the time being.

My fear was palpable, I didn’t want to, no I couldn’t be caught here, not like this my heart was hammering in my chest.

Officer Hunt seemed to be very quiet, but her eyes betrayed a certain amount of shame as she took in the sights with interest, not doing anything to stop the crowd of her friends and co-workers. She was still transfixed as I pulled on my pants and looked to her urgently.

“Officer Hunt do you have a car or something we can use, we need to get out of here fast!” I pleaded urgently, trying to ignore my raging erection as we both hastily got to a somewhat acceptable standard of decency.

She nodded

“Yes, my car… It’s in the parking lot… What’s going on?” She asked me in a dazed voice

“I don’t know,” I lied “but I think we need to get out of here fast,”

Officer Hunt looked at me in a strange way, as if assessing me for something and then nodded.

“That’s a good idea, I wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to you… I mean…” She hesitated and blushed “You’re very important to me,” she said sheepishly.

My heart leapt in my chest, this was not what I had expected but given Rachel’s reaction it made sense. While the initial reaction appeared to be humping like rabbits, people exposed to my spray seem to develop emotional attachments after the fact, Rachel, and Clarissa too had become remarkably friendly or loving to me after exposure.

She took my hand again, this time without the insane sexual need behind it and led me to the parking lot. I loved the feeling of her strong but delicate hands. A large beat up Toyota Venture was our mode of transport out of this place and I was glad for it as it started to spew smoke from it's diesel engine.

We left quickly and I couldn’t help but feel a certain amount of guilt for the chaos I had wreaked on all those innocent people in there, how many cops and criminals had gone wild in there? How many lives had I ruined?

I didn’t realize it was only the beginning of my troubles as we drove off, back home for the moment to recollect myself, but still not sure what was going to happen next.